#Daisy is not terrified of him like Nick

[phantom-of-the-ruckus]

The Handee Nutcracker: Mother Ginger

Aaaand here is the sweet Mother Ginger! Daisy Danger. I had some struggles with her colors but she looks really sweet (pun intended)

And here's how she looks with the rest

(I think Nick would be the last from the main 4 line up due to space being little, the next ones might be my ocs + Scout and Owen)

FYI her dress is meant to resemble a bit of a ginger house as I wanted to get a bit creative into her character. I did take some Inspo from the Rococo Era in France, as the some of the references I was looking for her dress I noticed it was from there

So, I decided to style her hair into those wigs and give her a dress shaped closely to the gown. I did try to go for a more pink, but legit she just looked like Princess peach, so I tried to play a bit of color until I accidentally put brown in the skirt part of her dress

I actually enjoyed how it looked and at first, I try to make it look like hot cocoa before realizing it is more fitting to make it like a gingerbread decor. The white fluff is the "snow" (as her dress is NOT candy lol) and the upper part is meant to be the roof

About her kingdom, in the "4 Realms movie" hers was the amusement kingdom, so I am leaning a bit more towards it, but make it more into the parties type of fun with her having some gingerbread-inspired dresses for the occasion. She's not exactly a party girl but rather a hostess

So, her kingdom of amusement would be like the place the other rulers love to visit and hang out with as Daisy often loves to be the mom friend + she's the caretaker of the Princess Scout (and someone has to make sure the kiddo doesn't get sick from all that candy lol)

I think Daisy would also be the type of person whom everyone can seek help, but will also get disciplined (as she may be sweet but she is firm) She is obviously very understanding and did not hesitate to put Riley under her wing when the guards of her kingdom found her

I am still debating whether Riley meets her first or the Mouse King, but either way, Riley would not trust Daisy at first, even though Daisy is nice to her, but I do think both will reach that sweet friendship as Daisy would totally be the person Riley would just cry to

Also, a reminder that the ask box is open if you are curious about the Nutcracker AU ^^

[sturnsblogs]

INTRODUCING..MR. & MRS. STURNIOLO

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Teacher!Matt X Milf!Reader

SPECIAL DAY.

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The morning sunlight filtered through the sheer curtains of your room, casting a warm, golden glow over everything. You sat at the vanity, hands trembling slightly as you adjusted the delicate veil resting atop your head. The mirror reflected a version of yourself you hardly recognized—radiant, nervous, and overflowing with joy. Today wasn’t just a day. It was your wedding day. The makeup artist hovered nearby, brushing a final touch of highlighter across your cheekbones, while the room buzzed with quiet anticipation.

On the bed behind you, Eliana bounced lightly, her tiny white flower girl dress fanning out around her. She clutched her stuffed bunny tight, its floppy ears brushing her chin as she kicked her legs in excitement. She’d been up since dawn, chattering about the day ahead. “Mommy,” she whispered, sliding off the bed and padding over in her little satin slippers. Her hand grazed your arm, and she tilted her head up, eyes wide with wonder. “You look like a princess.”

You turned, your heart swelling as you met her gaze. “And you look like my princess,” you said, voice catching. You reached out to adjust the flower crown nestled in her curls, its daisies slightly askew but perfectly charming. She grinned, throwing her arms around you in a quick, fierce hug before darting back to the bed, leaving you blinking back tears.

Across town, Matt stood before a full-length mirror, tugging at the collar of his crisp black suit. His tie hung crooked, a victim of his fidgeting hands. Nathan, his best man, stood nearby, adjusting his own boutonnière, while Chris and Nick—groomsmen and agents of chaos—offered more banter than assistance. Chris smirked, pinning Matt’s boutonnière—a single white rose—with exaggerated precision. “Bro, you’re marrying the hottest mom at the school. Every dad’s gonna hate you.”

Nick, leaning against the wall with arms crossed, chuckled. “We knew it was over the second you started talking about her like she invented sunshine. ‘She’s so smart, guys.’ Total sap.”

Matt let out a shaky laugh, fumbling with his cufflinks. “I’m not nervous about marrying her—I’ve been ready since the first time she smiled at me. I’m just terrified I’m gonna sob like a baby when she walks down the aisle. Like, full-on ugly cry.”

Nathan clapped him on the shoulder, grinning. “You’re already tearing up, man. Save some for the vows.”

Matt swatted at him, but the grin on his face was undeniable. He was a goner, and he didn’t care who knew it.

The venue was a vision from a fairy tale—a sprawling garden beneath towering oaks, their branches draped with twinkle lights that flickered like stars. The aisle stretched ahead, lined with soft pink and white petals that crunched faintly underfoot. Trellises arched overhead, woven with climbing roses and ivy, their scent mingling with the warm summer breeze. Rows of wooden chairs held guests buzzing with excitement, their chatter a soft hum as the golden hour cast a warm glow over everything.

A string quartet played gently in the background, their notes weaving through the air. The officiant stood at the altar—a simple wooden arch draped in sheer fabric and blooms—smiling warmly as Matt took his place. He shifted his weight, hands clasped tight, trying to steady his racing heart. Nathan stood beside him as best man, with Chris and Nick flanking them as groomsmen, all in matching suits. Chris kept nudging Matt with a grin, whispering, “Don’t faint, dude,” while Nathan smirked.

The procession began, and Eliana stepped forward as the flower girl, skipping down the aisle with a basket of petals. She tossed them with wild abandon—some landing in the grass, some fluttering into the crowd, a few sticking to her dress. She paused halfway to wave at Matt, who waved back with a wobbly smile, his eyes already glistening. “Not yet,” he muttered, swiping at a tear.

Next came Nathan’s son, a little boy of about five, proudly carrying the ring pillow down the aisle. The satin square wobbled in his small hands, the rings tied delicately with ribbon, and he marched with the seriousness of a soldier on a mission. When he reached the altar, he thrust the pillow at Matt with a grin, whispering loudly, “Here, Uncle Matt!” The crowd chuckled, and Matt ruffled his hair, taking the pillow with a shaky, “Thanks, buddy.”

The bridesmaids and groomsmen followed, pairing off and gliding down the aisle. Your best friend, the maid of honor, gave you a reassuring wink from the end of the line as she took her spot opposite Nathan. The music swelled, shifting to a slow, sweeping rendition of “Canon in D,” and the crowd rose to their feet, turning as one.

You appeared at the end of the aisle, and Matt’s world stopped. The sunlight framed you like a halo, catching the intricate lace of your gown as it trailed behind you. You were breathtaking, ethereal, and every step you took stole the air from his lungs. His eyes filled instantly, tears spilling over before he could stop them. He pressed a fist to his mouth, trying to stifle a sob, but it broke through—a shaky, half-laughing sound that drew soft “awws” from the guests. Chris leaned over, whispering, “Told you he’d lose it,” while Nick smirked, though his own eyes looked suspiciously bright.

You moved down the aisle with grace, your gaze locked on Matt’s, and everything else faded—the petals, the rustling dresses, the distant hum of the quartet. It was just you and him. When you reached the altar, he let out a trembling breath and whispered, “Hi.”

You smiled, your own eyes misty. “Hi.”

He reached for your hands, his fingers shaking as they closed around yours. “I’ve been dreaming about this since the day you walked into that parent-teacher meeting,” he said, voice low and raw. “You had on that blue dress, and Eliana was holding your hand, and I couldn’t stop staring. I was done for right then.”

You laughed softly, squeezing his hands. “And I’ve been dreaming about you since Eliana came home that first week, talking about ‘Teacher Matt’ and how he let her draw on the whiteboard. I knew I was in trouble.”

The officiant cleared his throat, his warm smile unwavering as he began. “We are gathered here today to witness the union of two souls who have found in each other a love that is steadfast and true…” His words wove a tapestry of hope and commitment, but Matt barely registered them, too lost in the way you looked at him.

Then came the vows. Matt went first, unfolding a crumpled paper from his pocket. His voice cracked on the first word, and he laughed nervously, wiping his eyes with his sleeve before starting again.

“I never thought I’d find someone who makes me feel like this,” he said, his gaze steady on yours despite the tears streaming down his face. “You came into my life and turned everything I thought I knew upside down—in the best way. I used to think I was fine on my own, just teaching kids how to multiply and sneaking coffee between classes. But then I met you, and I realized I’d never understood what it meant to love someone until you. You’re fierce, and gentle, and you make every day better just by being you. And Eliana—” He glanced at her, standing nearby with her basket, and his voice broke. “She’s my little shadow, my chaos buddy. She made me a dad before I even knew I could be one, and I’d fight dragons for her—for both of you. I promise to be your rock, your safe place, your partner in every late-night worry and every silly adventure. I’ll be there to fix her pigtails when they’re lopsided, to hold your hand when life gets heavy, and to remind you every day that you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I’ll never stop choosing you, never stop loving you, because you’re my home, and I’m the luckiest guy in the world to build this life with you.”

He finished with a shaky breath, folding the paper as tears dripped onto his suit. The crowd was sniffling, and Nathan gave him a subtle nod, lips twitching into a proud smile. You reached up, brushing a tear from Matt’s cheek, and took a deep breath to steady yourself before unfolding your own vows.

“Matt,” you began, voice soft but clear, “I spent years thinking I had to do it all alone. Being a mom, keeping everything together—it was just me and Eliana, and I told myself that was enough. Then you showed up, with your goofy smile and endless patience, and you didn’t just fit into our lives—you made them so much bigger. You loved us when I didn’t know I could let someone in like that. You’re the guy who turns every bad day into something bearable, who makes Eliana laugh until she can’t breathe, who makes me feel seen in a way I never thought I’d deserve. I promise to be your partner in every messy, beautiful moment—to cheer you on when you’re killing it, to call you out when you’re being ridiculous, to love you even when you’re crying harder than me at our own wedding.” The crowd laughed, and Matt grinned, sniffling loudly. “I’ll be there for the quiet nights when it’s just us, for the loud mornings when Eliana’s bouncing off the walls, for every dream you chase and every fear you face. You’re not just the love of my life—you’re the missing piece that made our little family whole, and I’ll spend forever making sure you know it.”

When you finished, Matt was a wreck, laughing through his tears as he pulled you into a quick hug, whispering, “You’re killing me.” Eliana giggled, tugging at your dress, while Nathan’s son stood proudly nearby, still clutching the empty ring pillow.

The officiant smiled, stepping forward. “Now, the rings.” Nathan nudged his son, who stepped up again, holding out the pillow with a grin. Matt untied the bands with trembling fingers, taking your hand and sliding the ring onto your finger. “With this ring, I promise you everything I’ve got—forever,” he said, voice wobbling but certain.

You took his ring, slipping it onto his finger, and echoed, “With this ring, I give you all of me—forever.” Your voice trembled, but the weight of the words anchored you both.

The officiant paused, letting the moment settle, then spread his arms wide. “By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. Matt, you may kiss your bride.”

Matt didn’t hesitate. He scooped you up, one arm around your waist, the other cradling your face, and kissed you like it was the only thing keeping him tethered—a deep, tender promise sealed with every ounce of him. The crowd erupted, cheers and whistles filling the air. Chris whooped, pumping a fist, while Nick clapped, muttering, “About time,” though he swiped at his eyes. Nathan grinned, ruffling his son’s hair as the little boy beamed.

Eliana darted forward, wrapping her arms around both of your legs in a clumsy, joyful hug that nearly toppled you. Matt laughed, bending down to scoop her up between you. As he held her, she looked up at him with those big, bright eyes and said, “Now Matt is my real daddy.” Her voice was small but sure, and the words hit like a tidal wave. Matt’s breath caught, tears spilling anew as he pressed a kiss to her forehead, whispering, “Yeah, kiddo, I am.”

The three of you stood there, a tangled mess of love and tears, as the garden glowed around you. Petals fluttered from the trellises, caught in the breeze, and the twinkle lights shimmered overhead as the quartet played on.

A little while later, after the photos and the first dance, you found yourself near the edge of the reception area, adjusting Eliana’s flower crown as she chattered about the cake. A shadow fell over you, and you looked up to see Mary Lou, Matt’s mother, standing there. Her arms were crossed, her expression unreadable, and your stomach tightened. Mary Lou had never been your biggest fan—her cool politeness over the year and a half had made that clear. She’d always seemed to hold you at arm’s length, unsure about the single mom who’d swept her son off his feet.

“Quite a day,” she said, her tone clipped but not harsh. She glanced at Eliana, then back at you, her lips pressing into a thin line.

You nodded, forcing a small smile. “Yeah, it’s been… overwhelming, but perfect.”

She didn’t respond right away, her gaze drifting to where Matt was laughing with Nathan and his brothers across the garden. Then she sighed, a long, slow exhale that seemed to carry more than just air. “He’s happy,” she said finally, almost like she was admitting it to herself. “Really happy. I haven’t seen him like this… ever, maybe.”

You swallowed, unsure what to say. “I hope so. I want him to be.”

Mary Lou’s eyes flicked to you, sharp and searching. For a moment, you thought she might turn and walk away, but she didn’t. Instead, she uncrossed her arms, letting them fall to her sides. “I wasn’t sure about you,” she said, her voice quieter now. “Not at first. Matt’s always been… soft, you know? Too trusting. I worried he’d get hurt. And with Eliana—” She paused, glancing at your daughter again, who was now twirling in her dress, oblivious to the tension. “It’s a lot, taking that on.”

“I know,” you said softly. “I never wanted to push him into anything he wasn’t ready for.”

She nodded, almost reluctantly. “I see that now. The way he looks at her… and you. It’s not just some fling. He’s all in.” She hesitated, then added, “And Eliana—she’s a good kid. You’ve done right by her.”

The words were simple, but they landed heavy, a crack in the wall she’d kept up for so long. You blinked, caught off guard. “Thank you. That means a lot.”

Mary Lou gave a small, tight smile—not warm, exactly, but a start. “I’m not saying I’m sold yet,” she said, a hint of her old sharpness creeping back. “But… I can see you’re good for him. And he’s good for you. So maybe that’s enough for now.”

Before you could respond, she turned, her heels clicking softly on the stone path as she walked back toward the crowd. You watched her go, a mix of relief and hope settling in your chest. It wasn’t full acceptance—not yet—but it was a step, a tentative bridge between you and the woman who’d raised the man you loved.

Matt appeared at your side a moment later, sliding an arm around your waist. “Was that Mom?” he asked, eyebrows raised.

“Yeah,” you said, leaning into him. “I think… I think we’re getting there.”

He grinned, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Told you she’d come around. She can’t resist us forever.”

You laughed, resting your head against his shoulder as Eliana ran up, grabbing Matt’s hand. “Daddy, dance with me!” she demanded, and he scooped her up without hesitation, spinning her around as she squealed.

The garden glowed, the music played, and for the first time, you felt like maybe, just maybe, this little family of yours was finding its place in the world—messy, tear-streaked, and absolutely perfect.

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[femboy-central]

… if you want to read my essay on how gay Nick Carraway is it’s under the cut

Until recent years, very few authors had the courage to express homosexuality in their work for fear of institutional punishment or negative social reaction. With stories like that of Oscar Wilde, writers were accurately terrified to explicitly explore the diversity of the sexual and romantic interests of their characters. Despite this, they were not stopped and authors chose to implement their gay characters with artistic subtlety. F. Scott Fitzgerald's most well known novel, The Great Gatsby, homes one example of this type of character. Although he does not live in a time period where he can be open about it, Nick Carraway is a homosexual man and this fact is crucial to truly understanding his self and his relationship with Jay Gatsby.

Perhaps the most damning evidence of Nick's sexuality is the fact that the only sexual encounter he is implied to have had is with Chester McKee after the party in New York (28), but it is not all. Nick's homosexuality is most casually clear in the descriptions he gives of the people in his life. Although he does acknowledge past romantic relations with women, he does not read as particularly interested in them. When questioned about a rumoured fiancée out West, Nick remarks that he is very opposed to "being rumored into marriage," (15) and in his first meeting with his supposed love interest, Jordan Baker, Nick compares her to a cadet (an exclusively male occupation at the time) and points out her most masculine features as ideal including her small breasts and erect carriage (8). In comparison, Nick's descriptions of the men around him are rich with intrigue; Nick notices how Tom Buchanan's eyes establish dominance in his face and the way his muscles move under his clothing (5). When Nick speaks about the train conductor on the hottest day of the summer, he critiques people who think of kissing flushed lips and laying with a partner in the heat despite no one else in that scene expressing those feelings (87). The suddenness of this flustered complaint implies that Nick is reacting to his own desires; desires he wishes he did not have.

While Nick is at least vaguely attracted to multiple men in his story, there is one he is consistently interested in throughout: Jay Gatsby. From their first meeting where Nick goes on about how pleasant a smile Gatsby has (36) onwards, Nick is very fond of Gatsby, going so far as to emphasise that he is the only rich person he did not end up disgusted by (2) and that all of the East was haunted for him after Gatsby's death (137). In Gatsby's life, Nick even expressed his affections to him in whatever ways he could. For example, when Nick agrees to reintroduce Gatsby and Daisy, he does not allow Gatsby to reimburse the favour (62). Also, after Myrtle's death, Nick only leaves Gatsby's side because he feels like he is intruding (112), returns to a bed he can not fall asleep in, and takes the first opportunity available to meet Gatsby again at dawn (113). Nick listens to Gatsby's story then (114), something nobody else would do in favour of spreading scandalous, borderline slanderous rumours.

Nick claims he is not a judgemental person, but proves himself wrong as the novel progresses in regards to every person he has met but one. Despite remarking that he disapproved of Gatsby "from beginning to end" (118), he was equally endeared to him. Nick also claims to be an honest person (44), which he proves not entirely true either. Realising Nick's true feelings for Gatsby reveals the intricacy of his character and calls into question the reliability of his narration. Although his intentions are always sympathetic, Gatsby is by trade a bootlegging criminal and yet even after meeting Meyer Wolfsheim and being told about his business (54), Nick plays ignorant about Gatsby's involvement. To Nick, the idea of Jay Gatsby is related only tertiarily to the idea of "Wolfsheim's men". Nick makes this clear every time he visits Gatsby after Wolfsheim's men begin working at his house by how suspicious he always is of them, even describing one's face as “villainous" (86). Nick does not judge Gatsby as the same as these people nor the Buchanans despite not being so different in truth because he is already in love with him and truly wants to believe he is a good person at heart. Even Tom Buchanan is aware of this on some level, showing his cognisance after Gatsby's death by telling Nick that "(Gatsby) threw dust into (Nick's) eyes just like he did in Daisy's" (138).

To ignore Nick's sexuality is to intentionally misunderstand his character and The Great Gatsby as a story. On his surface, Nick Carraway is a single objective voice in a world of desires and deceit, but as much of The Great Gatsby does, his character requires the reader to look below to his own human biases if they intend to comprehend him.

[more-than-tender-curiosity]

oooh 49 with Natsby mayhaps……..

49 - nightfall

“I forgot how quiet night could be,” Gatsby said somewhere off to my left.

I jolted somewhat—started into an apology that died prematurely as Gatsby filled the empty space next to me on the bench. He settled down onto the stone with an audible breath of relief, then gave in to leaning against the trunk of the tree growing up against the side of the bench.

Out of the corner of my eye, I watched his body come to rest.

If only for tonight.

“It’s been very quiet,” I observed, stupidly, “since your lights went out.”

Gatsby nodded. His eyes, dark and blue like the sky furthest from the setting sun, drifted sightlesly across the sound with the dull, endless hunger of all the sea-birds crying out beyond the shore. He’d left his coat somewhere; I could imagine it folded very neatly across the bed where he’d cast so many shirts days prior.

“Dark, too,” Gatsby finally said.

“Yes.”

I couldn’t think of a thing to say. I hadn’t seen him since the day I called Daisy in for tea. He’d been…indisposed since then, and I knew better than to bother him. But now that he was here, with a bit of golden hair falling from his perfect slick to capture the last setting rays of celestial fire before us, I couldn’t think of a damned thing to say.

“What do you think of us, old sport?”

My breath hitched—caught in my throat like a thousand apologies before. I blinked a few times, then managed, “…us?”

“Me and Daisy.” He looked over at me. The soft linen of his shirt gave off a puff of his cologne into the cooling, humid air. “Do you think she loves me?”

I leveled my gaze at him. Cut it away, back across the courtesy bay to watch that God-forsaken green light swing around again and again, growing ever brighter like a new star as the world turned away from the sun.

And I turned away from Jay and all his light, terrified his glow might expose some flaw in me.

“I don’t think I’m qualified to know when somebody loves you, Mr. Gatsby.”

“I think you are, Nick.”

[aroaceweirdos101]

Since everyone's been showing off their Hello Puppets! OCs lately, I might aswell show mine!

"Nick's friendly feline! Angel is a sassy but curious cat, mostly seen in Nick's arts studio. Ironically she's bestfriends with Riley's good boy, Rosco."

In the show:

She was a stray kitten Nick found in an alleyway near his local supermarket, he ended up adopting the feline when she suddenly climbed onto his leg and wouldnt let go.

Outside of the show:

She was one of Jake's 2 pet cats, one day he brought them to work after a vet visit because he couldnt find a cat sitter(and also because Owen was very strict with the work schedule). Somehow she escaped her carrier and endep up walking onto the set, while they were filming! Luckily, Jake was able to improvise the whole scene, saving the crew alot of time. The feline even played along, acting as if she was always planned to be there.

Owen was not happy with the sudden intervention, but after hearing some feedback from the fans, he decided to let the incident slide and eventually added Angel to the show.

Relationship with the Handeemen(Show counterparts):

- Rosco: As said before, she is best friends with the good boi! They're always seen playing or even cuddling with eachother.

The writing team thought it would be pretty ironic for the main cat and dog of the show to not act like cats and dogs(its also so they contrast their owners), another reason was because she was the only cat who wasnt afraid of the Rosco suit, infact, she was fond of it.

- Nick: She is very fond of him(considering he adopted her and all), however she can get abit annoyed at his dramaticness(on some episodes she's his meow of reason).

Nick sees her as his sassy daughter, he likes to dress her up and put her on mini fashion shows(Angel doesnt mind, as long as she gets a treat later). He also taught her how to paw paint ever since she had showned an interest in it(with pet safe paint of course).

- Riley: She's pretty neutral with the scientist, tho she does dislike the loud fights she and Nick would cause. Sometimes, both her and Rosco would try to break them up, and in some cases, they would succeed(only for them to start arguing again a few minutes later).

The feeling is mostly mutual, with Riley having a slight dislike towards the feline. The reason being how Angel(like every other cat), would purposely knock over random stuff off of high places, which annoys the scientist greatly.

This behavior led to a small(and thankfully harmless) explosion to happen, which also led to the feline getting banned from the Ruckus Lab™

- Daisy: While she can get abit uncomfortable with the baker's constant smothering, she enjoys spending time with her(mostly because she knows Daisy wont hesitate to give her free treats).

Daisy absolutely adores Angel and would often make homemade treats for her(the feline reminds her alot of an old family cat Daisy used to have when she was still living in the country side), however she does wish that Angel would shed less she would also knit sweaters for her and help make cat clothes for Nick's mini fashion show.

- Mortimer: Angel is pretty friendly with the old man, she's usually seen sitting on his lap while he's drinking tea or reading a book(sometimes he'll even read one to her).

Its the same with Mortimer, he considers the feline as a great practice audience for his magic shows and storytelling.

More Info about her:

- The B stands for Beatrice(which was named after Nick's dead mother).

- Her real name is actually Cookie(Owen thought it wasn't a name Nick would pick, so he changed it to Angel), her brother's name was Cream(he was a a turkish van cat with heterochromia).

- Sometimes her brother would make a cameo in the show as a backrgound character, tho they couldnt make him Nick's second cat. Mostly because, unlike his sister, Cream was terrified of the puppets(especially Mortimer).

Feel free to ask some questions about her!

[thomacrumbs]

you're on your own, kid, you always have been.

childe x gn! reader, soulmate au (flowers bloom on your skin where your soulmate got hurt, they fade away when your soulmate touches them). so like....... i was going through my files and realised i never posted this (i think. at least. its been like a year) so i edited it. enjoy 🥳

“your soulmate flowers-- they’re gone!”

the woman from the docks had pulled your arm towards her and awed, running her fingers over the nicks in your arm, “did you meet them?”

you were notorious for the laurestines that budded upon your arm, seeking to nestle themselves into every crook and cranny of your body. it was worse when you were younger, around 14 was when you first started choking on the white of laurestines, throat erupting in pain as you tried to suppress the bile, terrified at what was happening-- and worse, what was happening to your soulmate?

“i did.”

“what are they like?”

tartaglia-- or sweetheart, as he makes you call him. he clung to you like a drowning man, mouthing at your neck as gloved hands intertwined themselves with yours, the bundle of white dying at his lips and shrinking before turning into nothingness. he presses into you with a chuckle, breathing you in as his hand finds the laurestine that matches the bruise he had gotten in sparring against the traveller, his fingers tracing love hearts around the bud before he strokes his thumb over the flower, finger pressing flat against your skin in a soft smother, idyllic murmurs trailing out of his mouth as he sighs and rubs his cheek against your shoulder.

“he’s… something.”

you had grabbed him by the arm, and with a smile on his face the idea of the perfect soulmate turns to pull you in closer. the snezhnayan breeze cards through his hair. he’s perfect, a reflection of the ideal, tall, handsome, impossibly rich-- not to mention just the right balance of loving & protective. his fingers always found earnestly drawing daisies into your skin and the constant seeking to intertwine his pinkie with yours. his love, delivered & tied so neatly as the bow that adorned the box that accompanied the letter he sent from liyue-- frivolous fancies and trivial dreams spouted across paper in dark ink that had the same highs and rolls as him, with straight lines and stabbed dots.

but under all that is the boy who found himself in the abyss, the one who made you cough up flowers and leave you stroking at your throat and humming pains out years later. the one who does not know the difference between the red on his hands-- whether it is his or someone else’s. but when he sees the red on your hands, and that glassy look you watch him with, he does nothing but kneel at your feet, mumble quiet apologies as he traces the bud, flower not even truly open and in full glory as it dies, silent in its short uneventful life.

“what’s wrong?” he had asked, once, pulling his gloves on as the two of you stand by the door of your house. the world howls outside.

but you can only shake your head, words suddenly stuck in your throat, unable to be coughed out.

“be safe,” is the only thing that slips out, croaked under the veil of moonlight across the cold.

in these plains of broken towers, beyond the cold of the mountains and snow of the loveless land, you found sparking familiarity cradled between your hands and pulled out of your throat.

“its just a fatui meeting,” at your huff, he laughs, pressing a kiss to your forehead as if you were made of glass, his gloved knuckles running up and down your arm in a poor imitation at a will for warmth, “alright, i’ll be careful.”

and you let him go, all that is left of him.

[styxpenz]

not to be a little bit self obsessed but i just reread one of my wips and AOUGH....... i dont remember if the double meaning was intended but god....

"It takes a great deal of trust to lose it like that in front of someone, and Gatsby likes to think Nick would do the same if it were him.

(He thinks back to tea with Daisy. How anxious he’d gotten that he’d rather run out into the rain than to face her, and how Nick had *still* let him in.)

He decides to stay the night."

like. yes nick still let gatsby in after he ran outside and got Soaked, but he still. let him in. nick saw gatsby at what was, at that point, his worst, soaked to the bone and terrified at the notion of seeing the woman hes been obsessing over for 5 years again, and nick still let him in. he let him into his house, he let him into his life, enough to trust him enough to have a *panic attack* in front of him.

and realizing this, gatsby spends the night. its the little things, like your neighbor letting you back inside after you run away, but its also the big things; like your friend *trusting you* to see him at his worst after hes seen you at yours.

this might also be the moment gatsby realizes hes in love with nick but were not there yet

[bread-lady]

Scout came to the warehouse at "age" 2 after escaping from Rachel (aka insane lady that tortured the poor girl for all if her life till that point) being found in the woods without and eye or arm giving rikey the theory she was unfinished (but that was just a theory A RILEY THEORY) her ark was rediscovered and attached unlike her eye where she got it replaced with an old spare green one meaning one eye is purple the other a bright green she's quite skilled in the magic of the book taught by mortimer himself.

She's much closer with rosco being big scary but silly looking dog means safe (the lord only knows how rarely if at all she ever did) following that is risky is mortimer closet thing she has to real parents she's a little scared of daisy due to her danger mode but she's nice and now a very sweet wine aunt non the less she was terrified of nick the first time she met em riley thought it was hilarious but now he's like the fun uncle who bring you sugar and carelessly throws you around because it's fun

The workers those who didn't go insane and survived the transformation caused by the book became wooden puppets (all of em have legs btw) Jake Carla and Joel, being the original host, got the puppetfacatoin and lived as well as Katie and harper, her where a bouts are unknown for now as well as owens Anthony is very much alive and is sorta close with mortimer helping him decipher things about the host world and keep tabs on the cuckoo bananas employees Rachel being one of them (but she wasn't a good person to begin with in my au soooooooooo)

Why Jake has lost baby sitting privileges THE FUCKING BABY HOLSTER it was funny at first figuring out the harness used to help the low cordnated scout (her feet injuries and the fact she was taught nothing but to speak and still it's very limited) she's mostly carried around in a harness and haha very funny it can fit like holsert on jakes leg riley and mortimer were not very pleased with the fact that's how Jake carried there kid around baby sitting privileges were revoked

Scout has holes in her hands and feet and neck due to the "punishment" Rachel would give of nailing her to a wall commonly by her neck and feet occasionally by her hands the holes in them around on the bigger side and need quite often routed care to prevent infactoin running though a forest with bare feet the look like Swiss cheese is not good for you

She tried escaping during a mental break after Rachel had found where scout ended up and all she could see was herself back in the celler nailed to the various support beams host being the one trying to guide her though the studio and her mental sprial that was being impacted heavily by a spell host got out and scout was left behind, this is when she received rosco as a mental support and service esc dog he helps protect her and guides her though the occasional time the books grasp over the town tries dragging her in

Conclusion rosco is best boy scout needs thearpy and Rachel needs to be handed over to riley

[tothelasthoursofmylife]

Character Profiles: Other servants and employees

Index: Clifford, Thomas, Grace, Wentworth, Quentin, Sycamore, Daisy, Scott, Ishmael

(All character ages are as of the latest chapter, or when they died. All information as of the latest chapter too.)

Navigation: Main and extras | Cloudia's grandparents and maternal extended family | Cloudia's paternal extended family (and Florentin) | Other servants and employees | Antagonists | Scotland Yard and misc.

Name: Theodore Clifford

Nickname(s): Ted, Teddy, Old Ted, Cliff

Birthday: 1784

Age: 64 (at time of death; March 28, 1848)

Physical description: grey, formerly light brown hair, dark brown eyes

Affiliation: Phantomhive family (former)

Occupation: Butler (former)

Base of Operations: Phantomhive Manor (former); Phantomhive townhouse (former)

Random fact(s): He learned how to make blankets/quilts from his grandmother. It didn’t make him popular at school, but several of his blankets are still at Phantomhive Manor. Cloudia likes wrapping herself in one when she reads a book or just because.

Background info:

When I looked at my notes and saw I jotted down his birth year as 1784, I wanted to change it to 1774 to make him older. Then, I saw that I had already given it (indirectly) in “The Countess, Unamused,” so that was it.

The third arc was meant to be about him more, but the story ended up turning into another direction in the end.

First appearance: The Lady, First Training (Chapter 10)

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Name: Thomas Holmwood

Nickname(s): Tom, Tommy, Horse Boy

Birthday: 1828

Age: 20

Physical description: brown hair, dark brown eyes

Affiliation: Phantomhive family

Occupation: Stable boy; coachman

Base of Operations: Phantomhive Manor; Phantomhive townhouse

Random fact(s):

He has a little, impossible crush on Clarissa.

He often asks for a salary raise because Lisa keeps squeezing his money out of him when they play cards. Cloudia does not want to indulge him and, thus, always refuses. (He gets more “normal” salary raises though.)

Thomas is quite friendly with Cedric. They often talk when Cloudia is still busy and cannot meet up with Cedric yet.

Background info: I think I got his surname from the Department 19 series. Thomas does not descend from a long line of vampire hunters though. (If he did, it would terrify him.)

First appearance: The Green Ghost of Nephelius Cemetery (Part 1): The Countess, First Encounter; The Countess, Captured (Chapter 16; present)

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Name: Grace Nullings

Nickname(s): Gracie

Birthday: 1805

Age: 43

Physical description: light brown hair, blue-green eyes

Affiliation: Phantomhive family; Houghton family (former)

Occupation: Lady’s maid

Base of Operations: Phantomhive Manor; Phantomhive townhouse; Houghton Manor (former)

Random fact(s): Besides being her lady’s maid, she’s childhood friends with Penelope. Grace was the cook’s daughter, and Penelope got along better with her than with her own sisters.

Background info: She’s named after Millard Nullings from Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children. His peculiarity is invisibility which fits with a rarely appearing character (and the one time she did it was very brief), particularly a servant character as servants were meant not to be heard or seen.

First appearance: The Countess, Thirteen Days; has not appeared in the present yet

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Name: Abraham Wentworth

Nickname(s): Bram

Birthday: ??

Age: Old

Physical description: grey, formerly dark blond hair, light blue eyes

Affiliation: Salisbury family

Occupation: Butler

Base of Operations: Salisbury Villa (former); wherever Milton lives now and travels to

Favourite Colour: wine red

Favourite Flower: whatever fits the décor

Favourite Dessert: none (though he does like nicking bits of chocolate and apple cake every now and then)

What is in his bag? handkerchief, set of keys, diary, pencils; he likes to travel lightly and does not carry much

Random fact(s): His first master used him as a food taster as he greatly feared that he could be poisoned. Wentworth thought it was a bit silly, but still went along with it out of loyalty.

Background info: I initially put “burgundy” as his favourite colour, but, apparently, “burgundy” is only used as a colour word in English since 1881??

First appearance: The Countess, Scary (Chapter 5)

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Name: Quentin Thibault-Nichols

Nickname(s): Quent, Quenti

Birthday: 1812

Age: 36

Physical description: tall, broad-shouldered, dark brown hair, grey eyes

Affiliation: Chemins de fer du Nord; Milton Salisbury; Factory (former)

Occupation: Engineer

Base of Operations: Paris

Random fact(s): He has quite the sweet tooth. His wife is a baker and won his heart through his stomach.

Background info: I got his surname “Thibault” from The Lucky One by Nicholas Sparks, so I actually know how it’s meant to be pronounced for once! Yey. (It’s the protagonist’s name, and he always has to correct the pronunciation, so it comes up a lot.)

First appearance: The Countess, Travelling (Chapter 21)

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Name: Theodore Sycamore

Nickname(s): Theo

Birthday: 1803

Age: 45

Physical description: tall, curly brown hair, dark brown eyes, wears red-rimmed glasses

Affiliation: Salisbury Trading

Occupation: Deputy Director

Base of Operations: London

Random fact(s): He’s very skittish and jumpy, but only when he’s not concentrating on work. If he is, he loses sight of his surroundings.

Background info: He’s named after Desmond Sycamore from the Professor Layton games. His first name is taken from there too. I was a bit on the fence whether I should give him that first name or nor because of Clifford and ultimately went for it. It’s not as if name overlaps are uncommon, and both characters are usually only called by their surnames anyway.

First appearance: The Countess, Destruction (Chapter 30); has not appeared in the present yet

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Name: Daisy Freke

Nickname(s): None

Birthday: 1810s

Age: 30s

Physical description: light brown hair; wears dark glasses

Affiliation: Oscar Livingstone

Occupation: Maid/housekeeper; informant

Base of Operations: She and the others don’t live with Oscar but close-by in their own little house (they also never lived (full-time) at Livingstone Manor before)

Random fact(s): Ironically, she’s allergic to daisies. This is quite the problem because, due to her name, people often give her daisies.

Background info:

She and Oscar’s other servants are based on the three wise monkeys. She’s Mizaru, the “see no evil” monkey. (“Daisy” means “day eye.”)

In my notes, her surname was “O’Sullivan” for the longest time, as I struggled to find any eye-related surnames that I liked (and “O’Sullivan” means “descendant of Súileabhán (= “dark eye”)”). It was a placeholder name for obvious reasons, and I now decided to name her “Freke” after John Freke, the UK’s first eye surgeon. (I wanted her to have a “special” surname because her given name does not have a specific background unlike the others’.)

First appearance: The Countess, Faint and Low 5.0 (Chapter 20)

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Name: Scott Moray

Nickname(s): None

Birthday: 1810s

Age: 30s (slightly younger than Daisy)

Physical description: red hair

Affiliation: Oscar Livingstone

Occupation: Coachman; informant

Base of Operations: He and the others don’t live with Oscar but close-by in their own little house (they also never lived (full-time) at Livingstone Manor before)

Random fact(s): He’s a cook too, but only for Daisy and Ishmael; he rarely cooks for Oscar.

Background info:

He and Oscar’s other servants are based on the three wise monkeys. He’s Iwazaru, the “speak no evil” monkey. His first name means “Gaelic speaker.” To fit his first name, I gave him a Scottish surname (though it has no special meaning).

His surname was briefly “Motters” before I changed it, however.

First appearance: The Countess, Faint and Low 5.0 (Chapter 20)

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Name: Ishmael Greenberg

Nickname(s): None

Birthday: 1790s

Age: early 50s

Physical description: greying brown hair

Affiliation: Oscar Livingstone

Occupation: Footman; informant

Base of Operations: He and the others don’t live with Oscar but close-by in their own little house (they also never lived (full-time) at Livingstone Manor before)

Random fact(s): He likes singing a lot. Because he’s deaf, the sounds don’t come out “correctly” though, much to the pain of Daisy and Scott.

Background info: He and Oscar’s other servants are based on the three wise monkeys. He’s Kikazaru, the “hear no evil” monkey. “Ishmael” means “God will hear.” As that is a Hebrew surname, I gave him a Jewish surname.

First appearance: The Countess, Faint and Low 5.0 (Chapter 20)

[ash-and-books]

Rating: 5/5

Book Blurb: Stonewall Honor recipient and two-time National Book Award Longlist selectee Anna-Marie McLemore weaves an intoxicating tale of glamor and heartache in Self-Made Boys: A Great Gatsby Remix, part of the Remixed Classics series.

New York City, 1922.

Nicolás Caraveo, a 17-year-old transgender boy from Wisconsin, has no interest in the city’s glamor. Going to New York is all about establishing himself as a young professional, which could set up his future—and his life as a man—and benefit his family.

Nick rents a small house in West Egg from his 18-year-old cousin, Daisy Fabrega, who lives in fashionable East Egg near her wealthy fiancé, Tom—and Nick is shocked to find that his cousin now goes by Daisy Fay, has erased all signs of her Latine heritage, and now passes seamlessly as white.

Nick’s neighbor in West Egg is a mysterious young man named Jay Gatsby, whose castle-like mansion is the stage for parties so extravagant that they both dazzle and terrify Nick. At one of these parties, Nick learns that the spectacle is all meant to impress a girl from Jay’s past—Daisy. And he learns something else: Jay is also transgender.

As Nick is pulled deeper into the glittery culture of decadence, he spends more time with Jay, aiming to help his new friend reconnect with his lost love. But Nick's feelings grow more complicated when he finds himself falling hard for Jay's openness, idealism, and unfounded faith in the American Dream.

Review:

THIS IS THE GREAT GATSBY BOOK YOU NEED! If you’ve ever read the book and thought to yourself : yup Nick and Gatsby are in love, then THIS IS THE BOOK. This is a fresh and absolutely wonderful queer retelling of the Great Gatsby with the BEST AND MOST SATISFYING ENDING FOR EVERYONE. Seriously this was all I could have ever asked for and more, we get the Nick and Gatsby ship of our dreams, we actually get a more fleshed out Daisy and OH BOY DID THIS DAISY ARC WORK OUT SO MUCH BETTER, and my god, the representation in this book was everything to me. I will be forever telling people to read this book because, it just was perfection. 

The story follows Nicolás Caraveo, a 17 year old transgender boy from Wisconsin who wants to establish himself as professional and make enough money to help his family. With the help of his cousin Daisy Fabrega, who lives in East Egg and her wealthy Fiance, Tom, they get him a little house in the West Egg. What Nick does not expect to find when arriving is that his cousin has erased so much of her Latin heritage and is now passing as white in order to get on in society and convince her fiancee that she is what he wants. In addition to this Nick meets his mysterious neighbor, Jay Gatsby, a man who throws extravagant parties in the castle-like mansion next door. What Nick doesn’t expect to find is that Jay is also transgender. What begins as unlikely friendship and soon becomes a plan to help Jay get back with Daisy soon spirals out more as Nick and Jay spend more time together, and Nick’s feelings start growing... but there is more going on here than even Nick realizes and soon he’ll discover some unlikely secrets about his cousin and the man who is supposedly in love with her... with whom Nick himself is in love with. 

*Thanks Netgalley and Macmillan Children's Publishing Group, Feiwel & Friends for sending me an arc in exchange for an honest review*

[phantom-of-the-ruckus]

Newest OC drop!

Presenting Alberto Camilo Abrada Jimenez, or as his stage name "Al Presto!" is here

Some Magical facts about him!

He's Mexican and his "spells" (which are illusions) are in Spanish

He's a cinnamon roll despite his appearance, and legit is very wholesome

He probably has a slight crush on Riles, but it is more like a puppy crush. He actually has no desire to woo her away as he is more than happy to be friends.

He definitively gets pretty well with Daisy and adores watching telenovelas and soap operas with her.

He has a prominent accent and is quite tall.

He also has a pet bunny named "Bonius Pocus" who he adores but outright refuses to use on his magic tricks.

Instead of animals he actually uses stuffed ones, as he refuses to use actual animals for his tricks....and also because he performs magic tricks for them (Bonius is his favorite member of the audience)

He adores telenovelas but just into how silly and dramatic they are.

Nick and Mortimer legit are annoyed with this guy.

He does have a nickname for all the handeemen. Mortimer is "Jefecito", Riley is "Pelucita", Daisy is "Mi Rosita", and Nick is "Mimo". All in a sweet and positive light.

Rosco doesn't have a definitive nickname because Al constantly changes the name (like all in one sentence) due to cuteness overload.

Ironically, although he's a magician, he's terrified of actual magic XD

He's a bit of a goofball and overall a pure soul

He doesn't like conflict but can stand up for himself to most people but not exactly to Mortimer

[ynscrazylife]

Heyo! I hope you had a fab bday!!! I was wondering if I could request a ‘being ___ would include’ but for the reader being BlackHill (Nat and Maria’s) teen daughter? Ty for all the work you give us btw bestie its always so good

Being BlackHill’s Daughter Would Include . . .

Authors Note: Thank you! I did have a great day.

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Being the daughter of a top S.H.I.E.L.D. agent and S.H.I.E.L.D.’s second-in-command meant that you practically lived at the organization’s headquarters

Babysitter cancelled? You were sitting in the break room, usually being watched by Clint or Phil

Nick played an uncle role to you and you loved to tease him and call him “Grandpa”

Phil and Clint were like uncles, too

The three have a secret competition between themselves on who’s the best uncle to you

Clint claims he won when you called him the “fun uncle” once

Bobbi, Jemma, Daisy, and May are like aunts to you

Natasha, especially when you were little, usually promised you a cookie in exchange for you going up to Maria with your cute puppy dog eyes and asking if Natasha could skip mission paperwork

It worked 9/10 times

Maria would do the same if she wanted Natasha to not go on a mission

Which usually didn’t work because Fury butted in

And then your moms would use your cuteness against Fury, which always worked

He had a soft spot for you

From a young age, you were being trained in combat

Bobbi also insisted teaching your everything science-related

You loved doing experiments with her

Whenever one of your moms had to go away on a particularly long and dangerous mission, you’d be devastated

Fury did his best to plan it so one of your moms would always be with you

It was difficult, though, because you missed them a lot

When the Avengers were formed, each of them loved you

You were especially close to Steve and Sam

Tony loved to spoil you, too

He tried to convince your moms that Jarvis was a good enough babysitter (you and Jarvis were great friends) but that didn’t work

You took every opportunity you had to try and lift Thor’s hammer

But when Loki came along, things got difficult

When Clint was brainwashed by him and was forced fo tell Loki about you, he got a wicked idea. He quickly saw that you had all the Avengers wrapped around your finger and devised a plan to use you against them.

Naturally, he had Clint kidnap you

When the Avengers got a video that showed Clint holding you hostage and they saw how terrified you were, they were both devastated and angry

Natasha was especially heartbroken because Clint was her best friend

Thankfully, they were able to get you back, and Maria and Natasha were very protective over you

When Clint was returned to normal, it took some time for your uncle-niece relationship to be repaired

He apologized countless times to you and your moms

When Phil died, you were devastated

Maria had a big fight with Fury because she refused to keep the fact that Phil was alive from you and Natasha

Of course, she told you and Natasha that Phil was fine, and you both were elated

You weren’t supposed to tell the rest of the team, but you were too excited and let it slip

Fury couldn’t even be mad

You were also very close to Clint’s children and, when you got older, babysat them

The toughest time in your life was when S.H.I.E.L.D. fell

For starters, having to deal with many of the agents that were like family to you now being outed as villains was very difficult

You were disgusted to think that you had ever trusted them and angry about what they had done

You also had to watch your parents deal with this, which was very hard

Especially with Maria essentially losing her job

It was a lot on you emotionally, but you were hiding it because you didn’t want your moms to have to deal with this, too

You almost broke when Fury died, but just about managed to hold it together until you learned that he was alive

And the second you could you ran to him and hugged him

However it all came crashing down when you were taken hostage by an agent who wanted revenge and blamed Fury and Natasha for Pierce’s death

You were beyond terrified

Even when Clint had taken you hostage, a part of you didn’t believe that he’d actually hurt you

But this guy did

You were so scared of what was going to happen and if your parents would find you

Thankfully, they did

When you were pulled from unconsciousness and saw your moms crouched in front of you, worried, you almost thought you were dreaming

When Maria untied you from the chair you had been restrained to and Natasha picked you up, you started crying from relief

You were barely conscious but so glad to be out of there

On the way to the Quinjet, you caught glimpses of the Avengers fighting your captors

The whole time, Natasha was doing her best to make you comfortable and Maria was checking you for any injuries

You were floating in and out of consciousness but when you were awake, almost always Bruce was giving you a smile and updating you about whatever medical thing he was doing to help you

Natasha and Maria were great moms and you were very grateful for them

They were the best protectors and the best caregivers and always boasted about you to anyone and everyone they could

They also LOVED to tickle you

As did Fury, Phil, and the rest of the Avengers

They all thought you were adorable

Oh, and you and Carol instantly bonded

And ganged up on Fury

You learned a lot about the world through your moms and, when you were old enough, followed in their footsteps and became a secret agent

This time — for S.W.O.R.D.

You bonded with Darcy and Monica

And your moms freaked out when they learned about your experience with Westview

Butttt that’s a story for another time

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[eclipsewarrior101]

SO another Hello Puppets au

Called bad puppeteer, good puppets.

( warning for mentions of abuse and death)

Basically Owen is an abusive jerk and he makes the puppets lives miserable.

He abused his staff and he’s just really mean. He knows who to manipulate and who to abuse

Mortimer took the blows to keep his siblings safe. The other three are terrified of him.

The puppets have wooden legs made by Owens tech team.

* Mortimer aka mort is the kind but stern big brother who tries to keep Owen happy and his siblings safe. He’s now a worm man who tries to keep everyone happy.

* Daisy is the one who took on the mom role too early and tries to keep the tensions down. She’s the one who consoles Nick when he’s sad. She’s now a stern mama bear. She can go in danger mode

* Nick is touch starved and just wants attention. He tries to be always happy. He always feels like he has to make everyone smile. He cant be sad infront of Owen. Now he’s a stern protective brother with a rough streak

* Riley is so timid and shy. Despite her having a fun, stubborn, scientific mind she’s so sensitive and timid. She tries to be perfect. Rosco was only given to her because of her anxiety and mort begged Owen to give her a dog.

Owen went too far when he sold Riley to a studio but really locked her away in his basement at home to experiment and “ fix her” no one found out until Owens death and Harper found Riley.

Riley unfortunately was a broken shell of herself. But with Harper and Mortimer teaming up they are helping Riley heal and fix the broken studio

Side notes:

Owen was killed after everyone had enough. No one will tell who killed him BUT ( he did have paint on him)

Mortimer runs the studio with Harper.

Rosco hadn’t been happy since she disappeared.

Nick is a very protective older brother.

Riley is the youngest.

Also. Thanks to @official-crucified-mortimer for help with this idea. And continues to help me. Thank you ❤️

If you have any questions please feel free to ask

And tell me which idea you like.

[solarpearl]

oblique love.

laurestine, often white, meaning... i die if neglected. 

character: childe / tortorglia content warnings: mentions of blood. a/n: uh. number #13 on my soulmate au prompt list. whenever your soulmate is injured, flowers bloom on your skin in the same place. the only thing that can rid these flowers are fire or your soulmate’s touch. sorry this is kinda short x.x

tartaglia

“your soulmate flowers-- they’re gone!”

the woman from the docks had pulled your arm towards her and awed, running her fingers over the nicks in your arm, “did you meet them?”

you were notorious for the laurestines that budded upon your arm, seeking to nestle themselves into every crook and cranny of your body. it was worse when you were younger, around 14 was when you first started choking on the white of laurestines, throat erupting in bile-like pain as you hacked away, terrified at what was happening-- and worse, what was happening to your soulmate?

“i did.”

“what are they like?”

tartaglia-- or sweetheart, as he makes you call him. he clung to you like a drowning man, mouthing at your neck as gloved hands intertwined themselves with yours, the bundle of white dying at his lips and shrinking before turning into nothingness. he presses into you with a chuckle, breathing you in as his hand finds the laurestine that matches the bruise he had gotten in sparring against the traveller, his fingers tracing love hearts around the bud before he strokes his thumb over the flower, the white pressing flat against your skin in a soft smother, idyllic murmurs trailing out of his mouth as he sighs and rubs his cheek against your shoulder.

“he’s… something.”

you had grabbed him by the arm, and with a smile on his face the idea of the perfect soulmate turns to pull you in closer, the snezhnayan breeze carding through his hair. he’s perfectly cracked, a reflection of the ideal, tall, handsome, impossibly rich-- not to mention just the right balance of loving & protective, his fingers which earnestly draws daisies into your skin and the constant seeking to intertwine his pinkie with yours. his love, kissed & tied so neatly as the bow that adorned the box that accompanied the letter he sent from liyue-- frivolous fancies and trivial dreams spouted across paper in dark ink that had the same highs and rolls as him, with the straight lines and stabbed dots.

but under all that is the boy who found himself in the abyss, the one who made you cough up flowers and leave you stroking at your throat years later. the one who does not know the difference between the red on his hands-- whether it is his or someone else’s. but when he sees the red on your hands, and with that glassy look you watch him with, he does nothing but kneel at your feet, mumble quiet apologies as he traces the bud, flower not even truly open and in full glory as it dies, silent in its short uneventful life.

“what’s wrong?” he had asked.

but you only shake your head, words suddenly stuck in your throat, unable to be coughed out.

“be safe,” is the only thing that slips out, croaked under the veil of moonlight across the cold.

in these plains of broken towers, beyond the cold of the mountains and snow of the loveless land, you found sparking familiarity cradled between your hands and pulled out of your throat.

“its just a fatui meeting,” at your huff, he laughs, pressing a kiss to your forehead as if you were made of glass, his gloved knuckles running up and down your arm in a poor imitation at a will for warmth, “alright, i’ll be careful.”

and you let him go.

[sarilolla]

I know in your fic you said Riley was gonna be first to escape but it became Daisy instead. Can you tell us how things would have gone if Riley did escape first. His chaotic would it have been

Oooo yes, I can answer that! My fic has gone through a lot of changes as I am making it, either as I get new info, a new perspective of the characters, or the story unfolds in a way I didn’t completely plan for. There has been a lot of changes, to say the least. Like, it took me a while to decide that Daisy would leave first, but then it clicked that that was the best option. Riley was for a long time the one to leave first, and neither Nick nor Mortimer has been the first to leave

Riley leaving first had two variations until I realized I didn’t vibe with that, and that it just didn’t fit in the story I wanted to tell

The first one, Riley went with them from the first escape. This was before I started “softening” how my Mortimer was, and showing that he genuinely cared a lot for his friends/family (unlike canon!Mortimer), so Riley was more or less just as terrified in the last running sequence, but for different reasons to Scout and Bee. This was also before I decided “fuck it, Bee’s magic can help”, so Scout losing her arm would have been much closer to canon. Riley was going to plead with Bee to go with them, and Bee would make a deal in return that Riley helped Scout not to die. So this escape for Riley was not out of the want for a better life and going with someone she trusted, but out of necessity for her own life, and helping Bee and Scout was for her the lesser of two evils.

It would definitely have been much more of a struggle, this one, cuz 1: Scout didn’t have much of a choice in Riley staying with them, and 2: Riley would eventually have a breakdown when she realized that she had left, but it would be after they had left so she would feel she couldn’t go back. This was also way before I knew anything about how Daisy and Nick would act (before even the midnight show demo), so I had no clue how to bring them into the story…

The second one was also pretty different. I don’t think many remember me even mentioning it, but in the very early days of my first fic Bee wasn’t a “ripperdoc” (I don’t even fully know what cyberpunk is, I’m using this term because of one of my favorite Asmr role plays), but she was a researcher at the Institute, an organization I have in my second fic. Back then the Institute was also much more similar to the SCP foundation, but now I have normalized magical beings even more in my fic, so that has also evolved.

Basically, Riley would just be done with the studio, and a couple months after Bee and Scout escaped, she would take Rosco and go. She would be discovered by a human on the outside, but that human was a junior researcher under Bee, so she would be brought to Bee regardless. Might bring this oc back into my story btw, I forgot about how much I loved her (her name was Mayday btw). While Bee was more nervous about all this, Scout absolutely hated it. Again, this was before I “softened” Mortimer, so as Riley explained why she escaped, plenty of the more hurtful reasons fell on him, redirecting both Bee and Scout’s anger a lot. Of course, there was still bad blood obviously, but they decided to put it aside to see how they could help. This was also the first time I experimented with Riley having astraphobia (fear of lightning and thunder), so have that little fun fact :)

I could take about my aus for ages, especially how many changes my Bee au have gone through, so I’ll cut this here… Thanks for the ask ^^

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Nick and Hancock headcanons?

YES...YEEEEES. I am so eager to talk about these two! Especially Nick since I have been talking all day about Hancock, not that I mind of course. 😳

Starting with Nick!

He really likes animals. I have no actual explanation for this, he just looks like the guy that would take in a lot of cats and then have his house infested by stray cats. Ellie loves the cats, but they GOT TO GO.

He literally forgets he has his hat on sometimes.

I feel like he would like going on strolls around DC, for no reason, just to stretch the legs or to take a smoke. It’s calming for him to go around, seeing the city working and people interact with each other. He prefers going out at night, he likes the lights. :)!

He is actually very disorganized with stuff, forgets where he leaves his files, puts files in the wrong places, sometimes doesn't even file a report...I mean, look at his agency, it's a disaster and I adore it. If it wasn't for Ellie, who at least tries to organize when Nick is out, or busy, he would be so lost.

Okay but, he likes rain right? Imagine him just going out to his roof when it's raining and just be there. Maybe he likes it because of how it feels, the bits of pressure on his skin as the raindrops fall, and maybe the calming sound.

He totally meets up with Hancock every once in a while. Just to catch up with stuff. How is the town going? How are the cases going? Mostly casual things.

He is absolutely terrified of Piper, but in the best way. He admires her determination and how brave she is, but god, he wished she slowed down sometimes.

He likes coffee a little bit too much...Tastes good!

I honestly wonder how his vision is. A part of me wants it to be something similar to the V.A.T.S or even the power armor screen, has little colors and a lot of analysis shit. Or normal, full color vision with the analysis shit on, so he can be happier. :)

He really sweet food. He doesn’t eat much, but he likes to get some treats once in a while.

He likes children. This doesn’t mean he would like to be a father though, he thinks he wouldn’t be able to give the kid the attention he needs, and bla bla, you know him. But he sure enjoys spending time with Shaun and chatting with him, or just doing whatever activity. He is just interested in the dumb things the children do, thinks it’s funny. Imagine the feeling you have when you see a cat playing with whatever? Yeah, same feeling.

Likes to play chess...and he is real good at it. Thinks it’s a really fun pastime and enjoys watching your face as he totally beats your ass at chess, that is if you're bad at it. If not, he enjoys a challenge...if you win he’d be really impressed and give you praise, if you lose he keeps his smug face and suggests to try again if you want to.

Continuing that, he is really competitive. He's good sportsmanship, don’t get me wrong but he likes to be able to keep his ego as high as he can.

Would totally accompany Daisy to the library now that is safer, they both have a love for books. He is totally into dumb, noir novellas...You literally can’t tell me I’m wrong.

Now for my self-indulgent part of the headcanons...He has ADD! Yeah, if little habits like smoking would pass down to Nick, why not this? After all, it was a brain scan, it is totally neurological and ADD being a neurological disorder, it would make sense that it passes down to him! This would also explain how unorganized he is, and I got to say it is very interesting how a synth, a literal bot made for work has traits like “forgetting his appointments very often”, plus his impulsivity and fixation with Eddie. Besides, it makes me happy that I can find a character to relate to at that level.

He really enjoys the Silver Shroud plays. Not a super fan, but definitely enjoys the show! It’s something he would be into. (I actually don’t know if this is canon I’ve never heard him say anything about Silver Shroud, but he has some voice lines about it, PLEASE TELL ME, I WANT TO HEAR ‘EM SO BADLY.) Plus, Kent refers to him as “Synth shaped Silver Shroud”, he takes the compliment!

He is a good hugger. You know it, I know it, everyone knows it. He might be a good hugger, but he isn’t too sure about them anymore ‘cuz of how his body is built.

His synthetic skin is actually quite soft! Not really soft, but more than expected.

How to break him: literally place your hand on his cheek plus some eye contact and watch him melt onto it. He is pretty much touch starved at this point so any touch will make his heart skip a beat, but do that and he will be at your mercy.

He sends letters to DiMA (obviously once he meets him, accepts him as a brother and isn’t killed) every once in a while to catch up with him! Chase is the messenger. :)!

I just realized that I’ve written lots about Nick already, so! Now Hancock. :D

If he isn’t doing drugs, he’s chewing gum, well...not at that rate, but when he can get his hands on some gum he’ll have some! He really likes it! Mint is his faV. as a funny extra, he didn’t know that swallowing it is...bad, until Sosu or Nick tells him, LMAO.

He would have a pet snake if he could have one. Like really imagine it, he would love reptiles, and know all kinds of stuff about them. He probably really likes Deathclaws.

He knows how to play the guitar. No, I do not have an explanation for this, no I do not accept no for an answer.

He likes very sour or citrus foods, his taste buds are a bit fucked up thanks to radiation, so he likes the fact that the sour taste can make his buds go off the rails. And that’s why he could eat a lemon with a straight face and even enjoy it.

He also really likes coffee, not as much as Valentine but he really likes the strong taste of it! He would drink black coffee and nothing else.

Okay, okay! Last one about food! He is a texture over taste kind of guy, that’s a big reason why he doesn’t like Mirelurk, it’s slimy and weird, no matter how cooked or uncooked it is, he absolutely hates ‘lurk meat. His only exception is boba, he loves boba.

He probably goes around the house only in boxers...because. Doesn’t he give the vibes? Like he would be either shirtless or without pants on relax days or in the mornings.

Autumn is his favorite season. He just likes the orange view of it all, even tho there isn’t much of a change, he does like the chilly breezes that are very common around this season, not cold enough to be annoying but enough to be enjoyable!

He is probably warmer than a normal human because of radiation, so his hands and overall body are warm all the time! (another reason why he likes autumn and cold weather). But yeah! Cuddling and stuff like that are so much more enjoyable with him. :)

His favorite flower might be the carrot flowers there’s around in the ‘whealth. They remind him of the sun *looks at Sole*.

And! That’s all I have for now!! :D