Hiiiiii! I love your work sm!
I was wondering you would please be able to write something where the reader has a lot of restless energy and only feels calm around James?
It could be just James any pairing with James that you feel like! Thank you so much for filling the world with your beautiful stories! <3
soooooo I asked Liz first before I did this, but I've changed the pairing a bit in hopes that it would help combat my writers block - it's taken me longer to complete but I hope I've done the request justice even if it's not with our sweet Jamie <3 <3
Sirius Black x Potter!reader who feels like she's too much
CW: a little bit of misogyny/internalized misogyny, hyperactivity/trouble focusing
You’d recited the eleventh step of brewing the felix felicis potion silently in your head when you realised you were being called upon in class.
“Miss. Potter.” Professor McGonagall called out, causing your head to snap to attention from where you’d been gazing out the window. “Are the birds outside more interesting than my lecture of Transfiguration?”
Yes.
“No, Professor.” You answered quickly as a few students around you snickered.
“Then I should expect your attention to be at the front of the class, Miss. Potter.”
“Yes, Professor.” You mumbled quietly as you sank into your chair, pinning your gaze to the board in front of you as you zoned out.
It wasn’t McGonagall’s fault; but Transfiguration was boring, at least to you.
Discussing the ‘intricate spell work and wand movements’ required to transfigure a button into a butterfly was childs play when one was already an animagus. You could probably [and may very well] produce butterflies in your sleep.
But she didn’t know that, she couldn’t know that.
So now, your knee was bouncing underneath your desk and your brain wasn’t fairing much better.
Sitting here and listening to McGonagall drone on about stuff you already knew couldn’t hold your attention, and it wasn’t long before you were eavesdropping on the two Ravenclaws gossiping behind you.
“I thought she was seeing the older Black?”
“She is, but that’s what he said!”
“I think he’s lying.”
“Honestly, I don’t believe 75% of the things to come out of Lockharts mouth.”
Oh yeah, there had been a rumour that you had 'snogged Gilderoy Lockhart’ in a broom closet last week.
You and Sirius had laughed and laughed about that.
James didn’t find it nearly as funny though and charmed Gilderoy’s hair Gryffindor red for 48 hours.
That was pretty intricate charm work now that you were thinking about it - you’ll have to ask your brother to teach it to you.
Perhaps some of the wand work would look similar to Transfiguration spells so McGonagall wouldn’t know you’re not paying attention.
Shit. You weren’t paying attention.
You moved your eyes back to McGonagall who was still droning on about…well, Transfiguration, likely, though she had her eyes trained on you.
Dammit. You’d been caught.
Your brain had been working in overdrive to keep your eyes glued to the professor that by the time class had ended, you realised you had been clenching your fists so hard that you’d created crescent shape indents in the palm of your hands.
“Miss. Potter, a word?”
Oh, Godric.
You heard a few classmates snicker again as you moved towards the professor with your tail tucked between your legs.
“It appears I had a difficult time capturing your attention today?” She asked; eyes and tone holding her same intensity, but a small uptilt in the corner of her mouth.
“I’m sorry, Professor. I assure you it’s not you; I just-”
“You’re a bright girl, Y/N, and I am quite aware that this level of Transfiguration may very well be below your level of capabilities, but I cannot allow you to set a precedent for daydreaming in my class. I have a reputation to uphold, afterall.”
“Yes, Professor.” You agreed readily.
“Just try to daydream less obviously, okay Miss. Potter?” She offered you gently with a soft smirk.
“Of course, Professor. I’m sorry, thank you.” You sputtered before you were rushing out of the room with what felt like a furious blush at being so clearly transparent in your restlessness.
Professor McGonagall was being patient with you but you doubted she understood you at all; you doubted she’d ever been anything but the dutiful, attentive witch that she is today. Her knee probably ever bounced under the table, her nail beds were probably never shredded, she probably never had to be called on in class because her mind was so clearly elsewhere.
A sense of shame surged through you at that; you weren’t doing enough yet you were still too much.
You knew James had a similar experience to you but it was different for him.
It was different because he was the enthusiastic, charismatic Gryffindor quidditch captain who exuded joy and excitement.
It was different because boys were supposed to be energetic and boisterous.
“You need to sit still, behta’; this is not lady like.” Your auntie had scolded you as you and James raced around cousin Aparna’s wedding ceremony.
You had been having fun - both you and James - before then. Neither of you understood why the fun had to stop, least of all why it was okay for James but not for you.
It set a precedent.
It coloured every area of your life growing up; laugh, but not as loudly as James. Joke, but not as often as James. Shine, but not as bright as James.
And despite all of that, you never blamed him; he never discouraged you from being anyone but yourself.
You loved that about James, though, he seemed to have enough love for everybody, even if they had a hard time loving themselves.
You wish you could be more like that.
Be more like James, but not as much as James.
Fuck, this was exhausting.
You hadn’t realised how fast your mind had been racing until you were standing outside of the boys dormitory in Gryffindor tower chewing aggressively on your lips as you picked away the skin of your nail beds.
You shouldn’t bother them; you were too much.
Too much, too much, too much.
They already had James to deal with; James was enough.
He was a lot, but not like you.
He was a lot, but never too much.
And he was there first; he was their friend first.
And maybe Sirius was having a good day? Maybe he’d been having a good day and then you’d be showing up and ruining it.
Ruining it by being too much.
No, you shouldn’t be here. Perhaps you should leave.
But you couldn’t bring your legs to move fast enough before the door was being yanked open and Peter nearly crashed into you.
“Whoa, Y/N. I’m sorry! Merlin, you scared me.”
“I’m sorry, Pete.” You offered quickly. “I was just leaving.”
“Oh, hey bug!” James called from the room, leaning over on his bed so he could see you around Peter’s frame.
“Hey Jamie.” You called quietly, acquiescing to Peter’s extended arm as he invited you into the room.
Sirius sat up at the sound of your arrival, putting his book beside him on his bed while he smiled at you.
His smile faltered a tad when he saw the state of you, however.
You shouldn’t be here.
“Hey gorgeous.” Sirius offered softly. “How was your day?”
You looked over at Remus who was looking at you sympathetically, and James who was looking at you worriedly.
“It was okay, how about yours?”
“Better now that you’re here.” He responded salaciously, offering you a wink when you visibly flushed at the attention.
“Prongs, why don’t we go see what Lily’s up to?” Remus offered pointedly, standing to gather his homework and nudging James in the side.
“Great idea! I’ve been wanting to try out this new charm I learned that turns everything around us the colour of her hair. It’s so gorgeous - her hair, that is - don’t you think? I’ve never seen anything like it, Moony. I want everything I own to be that same shade of auburn. Would I look good wearing auburn? You know what, don’t answer that; I don’t want to know. I was also thinking-” James’ voice trailed off as Remus and Peter shared a knowing look behind James’ back and followed him out the dormitory door before closing it behind them.
You turned back to see Sirius looking at you intently; his expression so soft that you weren’t sure any of his friends had seen the likes of it before.
“Can I have a hug?” Sirius asked, opening his arms in invitation which you readily accepted.
You had barely dropped your book bag before you were all but cradled in Sirius’ arms; the tension immediately oozing out of your bones as you melted into him.
“Was today a Too Much day?” He asked as he pushed some hairs away from your face before moving his thumb to pull your bottom lip out from between your teeth.
“I was Too Much today.” You corrected, immediately embarrassed at the stinging in your eyes and sinuses.
Sirius quickly tsked in disapproval as he placed his free hand between your hands; his other which was supporting your weight sitting on your elbow as his thumb rubbed circles against your joint. “You’re never too much, my love.”
You let out a heavy sigh as you turned your face towards his chest, bringing his hand up towards your mouth as you fiddled with the various rings on his finger.
“You know that, right?” He asked at your silence, pressing a gentle ‘boop’ with his finger to your chin. “You know you’re not too much?”
“I was too much in Transfiguration. I was too much for McGonagall.”
“Did she say that to you?”
“It appears I had a difficult time capturing your attention today?”
“I cannot allow you to set a precedent for daydreaming in my class. I have a reputation to uphold, afterall.”
“Just try to daydream less obviously, okay Miss. Potter?”
“No…” You admitted quietly, brushing the pads of Sirius’ fingers against your lips as you thought back to class.
“No.” Sirius agreed; knowing that had been true before he’d even asked. “Because if there was anyone who was Too Much for McGonagall, it’d be me.”
You chuckled then, finally bringing your eyes to meet Sirius’ striking grey one’s as he looked down at you.
“You’re not too much, baby; you’re perfect.”
“You’re perfect.” You countered.
“You’re a liar.”
You shook your head as you removed one of your hands from Sirius’ to place it on his jaw, relishing in the contented sigh that escaped his lips as he leaned into your touch.
“Perfect.” You reiterated.
He smiled and looked to be fighting against an eye roll before leaning down to press a kiss to your hairline.
“We’re perfect for each other, yeah?” He conceded.
“Yeah.” You agreed readily.
“And girlfriend or not, I will fight you for the title of McGonagall’s Too Much, got it? I’ve put years of blood, sweat, and tears into that honour and I will not let you take that from me.”
You let out a boisterous laugh as you took a deep stretch, feeling the last tendrils of tension seep from your body before turning back towards Sirius. “Fine, but I want to keep the title of Flitwick’s Too Much.”
“Deal.”
“Great.” You smiled.
“Perfect.” Sirius whispered.
Yes… yes he was.
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Reference sheet of Tear who finally made their appearance in Passing Ghost. I have been waiting to post them, wanting to have that sweet reveal in the comic before it. I am withholding some info due to spoilers or because I want it to be known after the comic is done, which shouldn't take long prolly. Here we go…
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Biography:
Tear!Sans is a puppet body possessed by a Napstablook whose greatest wish was to become Sans and see the multiverse. He created his body from mix and matching puppets made by Error!Sans. This [REDACTED]
Appearance:
Because Tear’s body is a puppet, his bones are plush and have visible stitches. He wears white gloves to hide stitches, but his forehead has the most obvious line of them. He also wears Napstablook shaped headphones and a white coat with a purple hood. Its backside has a pattern of two tear drops forming an upside-down heart. Underneath it is a beige scarf, white shirt and black shorts.
Personality:
Tear used to naively believe that everyone is good hearted and tried to be polite even in situations he shouldn’t.
His AU got a lot of Sans variant visitors that he observed curiously from afar. Through observation he learns of the multiverse and wishes to experience it. Even wishing to become Sans himself, so he would feel important, loved and blend in more with the multiverse travelers. Finally achieving a feat of possessing a puppet body with a resemblance to Sans, gave him some momentary confidence.
[REDACTED] finally understood not everyone is sunshine and rainbows. This made him more nervous of new people than he already is.
He spends much of his time training to behave like Sans, failing at making good puns and stressing over not being lazy enough for Sans standards. He works too hard to be one, believing it would give him everything he wanted and [REDACTED]. After all, Sans surely blends into crowds with ease. They saw it with their own eyes. Tear also goes as far as using a great deal of effort into shaping his tears to be gaster blasters and bones. It hinders his speed, although even with this he is as fast as an original Sans, but fails at matching him in damage. Most of the time he feels like he isn’t good enough, both as his old self and Sans. The new life makes him believe it’s his responsibility to do everything Sans took care of too. He blames himself for everything. [REDACTED][ACCESS DENIED]. As a ghost, he felt very touch starved.
Abilities:
- Tears: When Tear!Sans cries, his tears hurt anyone on contact. He can manipulate his tears and cry on command. They also leak out naturally.
- Shaping tears: Tear!Sans often controls his tears to take a certain shape like his top hat, but usually gaster blasters and bones in hopes of mimicking Sans. Such objects cannot be held by anyone else, as they would take damage. Tear!Sans cannot replicate blue attacks.
- Phasing: Tear!Sans can will his body to phase through things, just like when he was a ghost. His body gets more transparent or straight up invisible. Unlike his ghost self, this time it requires magic. When too emotionally overwhelmed, he will unintentionally phase. It will stress him more if it's a comforting touch he was about to receive but couldn't.
- [REDACTED]
In battle:
Tear's strength is on par with Classic Sans. He doesn't hit as hard, yet keeps up by attacking faster. But because he loses speed by shaping his attacks, he is overall weaker. His boss fight is also shorter because of him spending a lot of magic uncontrollably, before and during the fight.
Unlike a Classic Sans or [REDACTED], Tear doesn’t remember SAVEs and RESETs.
- [REDACTED]
- [REDACTED]
Relationships:
- [REDACTED]
Trivia:
-Tear’s name has a double meaning. ‘To shed a tear’ and ‘tear something apart’. Different characters will say their name differently, depending on the personal opinion of them.
- He is very soft to hug.
- He is very light and his steps leave no sound.
- His favorite food are Blueberries, or as he calls them, Boo Berries.
- He occasionally calls the Player by a pet name “treasure”.
- [REDACTED]
- He gets excited at seeing any Sans or Papyrus, no matter how they look.
- Used pronouns are He/They.
- When terrified, Tear can unintentionally water blast the person through his eye sockets.
- [REDACTED]
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Considering most AU sanses are stronger than Classic, Tear is prolly one of the weakest out there lol. He tries
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I slept in and just woke up, so here's what I've been able to figure out while sipping coffee:
Twitter has officially rebranded to X just a day or two after the move was announced.
The official branding is that a tweet is now called "an X", for which there are too many jokes to make.
The official account is still @twitter because someone else owns @X and they didn't reclaim the username first.
The logo is 𝕏 which is the Unicode character Unicode U+1D54F so the logo cannot be copyrighted and it is highly likely that it cannot be protected as a trademark.
Outside the visual logo, the trademark for the use of the name "X" in social media is held by Meta/Facebook, while the trademark for "X" in finance/commerce is owned by Microsoft.
The rebranding has been stopped in Japan as the term "X Japan" is trademarked by the band X JAPAN.
Elon had workers taking down the "Twitter" name from the side of the building. He did not have any permits to do this. The building owner called the cops who stopped the crew midway through so the sign just says "er".
He still plans to call his streaming and media hosting branch of the company as "Xvideo". Nobody tell him.
This man wants you to give him control over all of your financial information.
Edit to add further developments:
Yes, this is all real. Check the notes and people have pictures. I understand the skepticism because it feels like a joke, but to the best of my knowledge, everything in the above is accurate.
Microsoft also owns the trademark on X for chatting and gaming because, y'know, X-box.
The logo came from a random podcaster who tweeted it at Musk.
The act of sending a tweet is now known as "Xeet". They even added a guide for how to Xeet.
The branding change is inconsistent. Some icons have changed, some have not, and the words "tweet" and "Twitter" are still all over the place on the site.
TweetDeck is currently unaffected and I hope it's because they forgot that it exists again. The complete negligence toward that tool and just leaving it the hell alone is the only thing that makes the site usable (and some of us are stuck on there for work).
This is likely because Musk was forced out of PayPal due to a failed credit line project and because he wanted to rename the site to "X-Paypal" and eventually just to "X".
This became a big deal behind the scenes as Musk paid over $1 million for the domain X.com and wanted to rebrand the company that already had the brand awareness people were using it as a verb to "pay online" (as in "I'll paypal you the money")
X.com is not currently owned by Musk. It is held by a domain registrar (I believe GoDaddy but I'm not entirely sure). Meaning as long as he's hung onto this idea of making X Corp a thing, he couldn't be arsed to pay the $15/year domain renewal.
Bloomberg estimates the rebranding wiped between $4 to $20 billion from the valuation of Twitter due to the loss of brand awareness.
The company was already worth less than half of the $44 billion Musk paid for it in the first place, meaning this may end up a worse deal than when Yahoo bought Tumblr.
One estimation (though this is with a grain of salt) said that Twitter is three months from defaulting on its loans taken out to buy the site. Those loans were secured with Tesla stock. Meaning the bank will seize that stock and, since it won't be enough to pay the debt (since it's worth around 50-75% of what it was at the time of the loan), they can start seizing personal assets of Elon Musk including the Twitter company itself and his interest in SpaceX.
Sesame Street's official accounts mocked the rebranding.
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