#Queenie knits things

[liesonthefloordramatically]

just ordered yarn for my next knitting project (blanket...to keep me warm...because I like my apartment freezing cold) and I AM wincing at the cost but also A. I literally never spend money on myself, B. this will keep my hands and brain occupied for a while (both important), C. it's actually not that much more expensive than buying a nice blanket for myself, and D. I literally never spend money on myself so there

[ruth-odyssey]

༺✩༻ Lovers rock

newt scamander x fem!reader

wc. 1017 

summary: you find a strange creature in the streets of New York.

tw. fem!reader, reader lives with Queenie and Tina but they aren't siblings, newt being a cutie patootie, set in 1926. Had to bust out my copy of fantastic beast to make sure things were accurate to write this

a/n. I watched the movie yesterday and my cat seemed really interested in Pickett so I kinda started thinking about newt and I wrote this :)

btw requests are open!

The rain had caught you by surprise. Completely soaked, you took refuge under the canopy of a nearby shop, silently cursing yourself for not bridging an umbrella. Seems like I'll have to wait, too many no-maj around…. Maybe I could find a quiet place and apparate? Looking around, you find a small alley, deserted and perfect for you to finally get home without dealing with the rain. You quickly make your way to it, already looking forward to getting home.

You turn around, making sure no one will see you apparate, when a flash of green catches your eyes. Looking down, a small twig? Or maybe a couple stems? Seems to be moving around. You knit your eyebrow, crouching to get a better look at whatever it was. To your surprise, it turns out to be some sort of creature. No bigger than your hand, the only way you could describe it was a flat-faced stick figure made of bark and twigs. It turned around, finally noticing you, small brown eyes taking you in. You both stare at each other for a bit before you decide to reach out a hand, intrigued by the small creature. “Hey there little guy.” You try to keep your voice soft not to scare it, which seems to work. The creature looks at you, as if it was deciding whether or not you had good intention and it slowly makes its way to your outreached hand, climbing in. You smile, slowly getting up. It then proceeds to climb onto your shoulder, making itself at home in the outer pocket of your coat. 

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“Queenie, Tina you’ll never guess what I just found!” You enter your shared apartment, closing the door behind you, your smile fades, making room for a confused look, taking it to the two men at the dinner table. You look at Tina, raising an eyebrow in silent question. Queenie smiles “Oh (y/n/n) you’re here! This is Jacob and this is Mr. Scamander!” She says, pointing at the two guests. The one with dark hair and a mustache – which you assume is Jacob — gives you a nod, and you offer him a smile, eyes turning to the other man. He’s already looking at you, his gaze immediately averting yours when you make eye contact. “Mhm, hi?” you offer them a small wave and a smile, still unsure what two men are doing in the small apartment. You remove your coat, making sure the little creature you found earlier is on your shoulder before sitting down at the dinner table. Your eyes roam around the table as you open your mouth to ask some sort of explanation from your roommates. “Pickett!” Your eyes found Newt’s. “Sorry?” His eyes are fixated on your shoulder, at the stop you assume the small creature is perched on. He glances at you, then at your shoulder again. “He must have fallen from my pocket I apologize” He stammers, avoiding your eyes. You turn your head, catching a glimpse of Pickett on your shoulder. “Oh that's fine no worries.” You turn back to look at Newt. “What… What is he?” He clears his throat, sitting up straighter. “Pickett is a bowtruckle, they are a protector of trees, native to western England, southern Germany and Scandinavia…” he pauses, blinking once, twice and glancing at you. You smile and look at Pickett who’s now on the dinner table, looking around. “I would’ve never guessed he was from so far away…but it does explain why I've never seen one of those.” You look at Newt. “He’s adorable.” At that, he flushes red to his ears, earning a chuckle from Jacob and a smile from Queenie, who most definitely just peered into his brain. 

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As it turns out,  Mr. Scamander – or Newt as he insisted you call him – was a magizoologist, and had just finished a year of field research to write a book on magical creatures in order to teach the wizarding world how to protect – and eventually understands – them. The man had picked your interest, his british accent and shy, nerdy demeanor impossible to resist – at least in your opinion – which seems to please Queenie beyond words, considering how many times she’s glanced between the two of you, only to smile or let out a small giggle – one similar to a high school girl talking about her crush. 

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You had spent the night asking Newt various questions about his voyage and discoveries, quietly sipping your wine, occasionally stopping his rambling with questions and comments. The clock struck 12 when you decided to call it a night. As much as you enjoyed the conversation, your eyes were screaming for some rest and having to work at 7 meant you need all the rest you can get. “Good night Pickett.” you say waving at the adorable bowtruckle still perched on Newt’s shoulder. “Good night Newt.” His eyes find yours and he mumbles something that sounds like “Good night y/n.” You smile and place a small peck on his cheek before turning around and entering your room. Closing the door, you let out a breath and turn around, finding yourself face-to-face with Queenie. “Merlin’s beard- Queenie! You scared me!” She smiles, looking a little too happy with herself. “He also thinks you’re cute” She says beaming – the prospect of you and Newt mutual attraction resulting in something clearly the highlight of her day. “Really?” you ask, not quite believing you somehow cough the attention of the man. “Oh yes, don't worry – she points at the door – you’ve got him positively stunned!” She squeals, delighted. 

BONUS:

One second he felt your soft lips against his cheek, the next you were gone, the door closing behind you. Newt gapes, too stunned to do anything but stand there, speechless. He finally snaps out of it when he feels Pickett grab onto his hair, visibly confused by the wizard’s attitude. He turns around, not quite believing what just happened, as he reaches his room, glances at the bowtruckle, who’s still on his shoulder. “Not a word about this Pickett, not a word.”

[maiko-san]

TADC x Robotic Jester Reader ( Part 1 )

You have a robotic jester avatar that is straight up Fizzarolli.

(Y/o/n) : Your other name

The reader is non-binary ( Reader is a Yes ), age 23.

Ft. Kinger, Ragatha and Caine

Part 2

The last thing you remember was putting on a headset and boom, you spawned in a circus and forgot your name.

Great.

The ringmaster names Caine gave you a new name which was (Y/o/n). You accept your new name and your new life in this circus. Oh, also a new body which was a jester but a robot? You find it cool that you can extend your limbs and is incredibly flexible. At first, you find it hard to control your body parts but "practice makes perfect" and you manage to control your limbs like a pro.

Anyways, you're one of those people that accept your fate and live normally in the circus unlike the others who got obsessed finding the exit, went insane and then abstracted. It was to a point it was only you and Kinger left in the circus. ( Ragatha is actually the second oldest member but I'll make her the third after Reader )

Kinger

Kinger sees you as a good and loyal friend. Both of you are really close.

After Queenie abstracted, you were there to comfort him. The poor man's mental health had deteriorated after witnessing all his friends abstracted causing him to become paranoid, easily scared and forgetful.

There are times that whenever you're talking to him and the next thing he does is scream due to him forgetting who you were ( you were slightly hurt by it at first but you can't blame him for having a short term memory ).

Plus, your avatar is kinda scary tbh. Glowing eyes, sharp teeth and all?

Anyways, whenever Kinger made a pillow fort, you would help him make a bigger one! A castle pillow fort!

It was lonely and uneventful when it was just you and Kinger but it didn't take long for new members to pop in.

Ragatha

Oh dear lord.

Isn't she the sweetest doll you ever met? Well, really not actually no. Not in a bad way, you could read someone's body language and you know she's forcing herself to be happy in this digital world.

"Come on now, dollie! Don't force that smile, you might hurt those lil cute cheeks of yours~" you giggled, poking her cheeks.

Ragatha doesn't know whether she should blush or weirded out with you.

During her first arrival, she had a hard time fitting in and she avoided both you and Kinger at first.

She also tried to find the exit which she failed to do so.

She knows that you want to have a conversation with her but you didn't force it on her. Which she appreciates.

At that point she can see that you genuinely want to befriend her. After she sees how close you and Kinger are.

As time goes by, she starts to talk to you and Kinger. Man, you are one happy jester!

You get to know about Ragatha more, she's actually a nice person and also she knows how to knit and make embroidery!

She actually made a plushie of you and Kinger, how cute!

"Awwwww~" you awed at the sight of the plushie version of you and Kinger. "Kingy! Hey, Kingy! Look how scary my plushie is!" you said, running towards the chess king like a child who got a present. Kinger holds the plush version of you, but when you show his plush ver "AHH—"

Ragatha couldn't help but giggle at the sight.

Whenever the three of you are in the tent, you usually practice your circus act during your free time.

What is a circus without a circus performer anyway? You would do juggling balls and proceed to do the extreme, like juggling the closest thing to you like chainsaws, swords, chair, Kinger—

Dancing on a tight rope? Check.

Eat a sword? Check.

Blow a huge ball of fire? Check.

Magic tricks? Check.

Ragatha, Kinger and Caine would watch you do the tricks, they were impressed how quickly you learn all of it. Especially Caine, who assists you with all of your circus acts.

Caine

He loves how you know how to do circus acts! ( It seems the ai has a favourite child ).

What is the point of a circus without a circus performance? Him being the ringmaster and you're the performer.

Caine did try to make Ragatha and Kinger join in the fun but they ended up failing miserably. Like jumping through a fire hoop and on a spinning wheel?

"I-I think we'd rather be the audience, Caine" Ragatha chuckles nervously as she pulls out a cleaver from her head and pretends it was normal which it wasn't. Kinger on the other hand is shaking uncontrollably from the experience and his robe is on fire which you out. You tried to hold him down, only to have him clip through the floor.

"Kingy!!!!" you let out a panic scream as you scratch the floor after witnessing your bestie glitching into the floor. "Caine! Do something, what if he went to the cellar or worse, trapped in some weird endless yellow room filled with monsters?!" you shrieked, pulling on your jester hat.

Caine with a snap of his fingers teleports the chess king back into the tent, unharmed. Much to your relief. "Kingy? Are you alright?!" you asked the chess piece, pulling his head down and you checked on him. Basically smashing your forehead against his. "I'm totally fine, (Y/o/n)" he said, you let out a sigh of relief. "Did ya see a gameshow under there?" you asked him.

"Anyways! Let's head out for new adventures my fellow friends!" announce Caine, disregarding the fact he nearly set Kinger on fire and threw cleavers at Ragatha, without knowing that he had traumatized them.

Oh well, it seems that only you could do circus performance, well for now.

Anyways! Adventure, here we come!

He really likes how you would go along with every one of his adventures within the digital world and is very adventurous.

It keeps everything lively!

He wishes that the others are as adventurous as you!

Author's Note :

For characters age, Kinger (45), Ragatha (30), Gangle (26), Pomni (25), Reader (23), Zooble (22) and Jax (22).

As for now I do Kinger, Ragatha and Caine. I will do the others in the second part. The reader and TADC casts won't have romantic interest yet. I am not sure about Kinger since he's a middle aged man but I think it's better to have platonic relationship with him.

[sourw0lfs]

dance with the devil - part thirteen

Words: 618 | Rating: E | CW: mentions of blood, panic attacks

one || twelve || fourteen

Given free rein to ask the questions that have been burning at him the last week, Eddie takes advantage of every single second Joyce is willing to give him. He learns how to use his new powers more effectively and what limits they have. He learns about Soul Scales and how they work. He learns that his own is almost so directly in between good and bad that he has to be careful handling the Steve situation.

But then Joyce is telling him that the hour is up and Eddie finds himself with more questions than he started with by the time he uses his magic to guide himself back to Steve. Finding Steve is easy. It’s like a never-ending tug behind Eddie’s bellybutton pointing him in the right direction.

The condition he finds Steve in, though, is anything but easy. For a moment, Eddie freezes, staring at the horror show in front of him and feeling himself thrown back to the moment he met Steve for the first time. Only this time it feels so, so much worse. This time there’s no apartment to safely hide them away, the blood splattered across an alleyway next to Steve’s building. This time there’s no body for Eddie to knit back together to cover things up.

Pulling his gaze from the horrors, Eddie looks at where Steve is slumped against the wall, chest heaving in terror or panic or both. “Steve?” he calls out hesitantly as he takes slow steps forward. “Steve, what happened?”

At first, there’s no reaction. Just as Eddie’s about to call Steve’s name again, Steve’s head snaps up and his gaze meets Eddie’s. It’s enough to have Eddie reeling back, because he might not have known Steve long, but he’s known him long enough to know his eyes aren’t usually red. “Oh, what the fuck?”

Steve looks just as freaked out as Eddie feels, and that’s the only thing propelling Eddie forward again. His hand reaches out to grasp at Steve’s shoulder, gritting his teeth against the same burning sensation running through his veins as the last time they touched. “Breathe, Steve! You need to calm down,” Eddie tells him as sternly as he can through the pain and the fear. “Now!”

It doesn’t work at first, with Steve only pulling back himself, jerking out of Eddie’s touch and into the brick wall of the alleyway. His hands move to yank at his hair, smearing even more blood in the strands as he does so. But that doesn’t stop Eddie. “Steve!” he tries one last time, gearing up for how much it’s gonna hurt when he moves to maybe like squish Steve back into his body or something. That works for Eddie.

Steve looks at him again, and this time it’s different. This time it’s clear that Steve is seeing Eddie standing there. In an instant, the tension in his shoulders drop and his hands fall to his side again. “Ed—“ he barely gets out, eyes fading back to brown and then falling closed as Steve crumples to the ground.

“Oh, fuck!” Eddie curses as he surges forward to catch Steve. It burns, just like always, but he softens the landing anyway as they both hit the concrete.

It feels like his skin is on fire, and Eddie wants nothing more than to cast Steve away from himself, but Steve is clearly having a much rougher time than whatever Eddie’s going through, so instead Eddie just fishes Steve’s phone from his pocket, punching in the password he only knows from being nosy, and placing a call.

“Hey, Robin,” he greets, voice strained once he gets an answer. “It’s Eddie. Steve, uh, Steve needs you, I think.”

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[saytrrose]

Someone reblogged your Kinger and Queenie comic and I saw your reblog on curious anons, so here I am.

Anyways, dunno if ya have done this before but ya got headcanons on Kinger's relationships with everyone on TADC?

Like, besties with someone in specific, we get along even if he doesn't know we get along, that kind of stuff.

Ooh!! I really love this question eee

Kinger Headcanons! With.. EVERYONE! (Im including the abstracted characters, they are so so silly in my brain rn and i have a strong perception of them)

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Queenie:

- Queenie and him started out with a mutual.. dislike? Dislike from Queenies side, and general uncomfort from Kingers side.

- From the start their relationship was more so small bickering, mutual pining even, They both possess a sarcastic side to them, (I personally believe before Kinger went crazy that he used to be rather analytical and in control, a lot smarter yk.)

- They both were constantly compared for their likeness, which of course gave them a sense of need to.. prove themselves better? To stand out? Saw eachother as an obstacle until FINALLY they tried actually having a conversation.

- Their relationship dynamic is very much golden retriever x black cat.

- Once they actually were in a relationship, Queenie definitely keeps her sassy personality but she’s very soft spoken around Kinger.

- Kinger also changes, they act more differently around eachother than anyone else. Their general idea of “we are different” changes to “we are the only ones that truly understand one another”

- Oh they bickered SO MUCH it’s so silly, Queenie loves to tease, seem like she has a large ego but in private around just him she’s very very vulnerable and relies on him for comfort. She doesn’t feel like she needs to act a specific way around him or ever get really defensive.

- Kingers personality doesn’t change as much as Queenies does around people, however he does lean into feeling more vulnerable around her as well. He tries to seem calm and mostly friendly, but in private with just her he feels like he can actually rant and get emotional.

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Wriggle:

- Kinger and Wriggle have a very funny dynamic, as Wriggle is Queenies “best friend is the whole wide world” (quoted by Wriggle, not Queenie)

-They often like to wriggle in between Kinger and Queenie, (hahaha look at me I’m so funny I love puns please don’t unfollow me) they are bit clingy towards Queenie which Kinger doesn’t particularly mind in the slightest.

- Putting Queenie aside, those two I’d say are good friends too. Wriggle loves to ramble on and on to Kinger about things they enjoy or made or did- the list is endless and it’s usually Kinger when it comes to this because atleast Kinger looks like he’s paying attention, whereas Queenie has that.. blank stare.. (autism, your honor)

- Think of Wriggle as a wingman also, They know Queenie well, and things she wouldn’t tell Kinger? Thats Wriggles job. For example, Queenie talks about how it’d be cute to receive flowers but doesn’t want to outright ask for them, Wriggle goes to Kinger and keeps jabbing him in the side with their tail until his attention is gained, and tells him “you know what you should do!!” you get what happens fr

- The wingman job was specifically asked of by Kinger, to which Wriggle, being the snooty little “hmmm idk if I like you enough” worm they are.. obviously decides not to share Queenies private words. (I’m still deciding if Kinger persuaded Wriggle into the idea that it’d make Queenie happier in the long run or if he just dropped to his knees like PLEASEPLEASEOLEAZEPLEASE-)

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Slinky:

- Slinky and Kinger have a good relationship, they aren’t really friends that hang out on their own time, but if they are ever in a group then they’d interact.

- Slinky loves to knit and crochet, and she made a task to knit everyone a tiny plush to have. She gave Kinger a tiny stag beetle plush, and he adores it so much, it’s right on his bed. ☠️ (perhaps I could make another post listing all the plushies Slinky made for everyone but idkkk only if it’s inquired about)

- They are the two shyest? Of the whole group, not inherently shy but the most quiet unless spoken to and definitely most anxiety filled. They have an unspoken code of certain looks they give eachother that they can instantly understand.

- In Kingers full honesty, if he was given the chance to choose a person to be in his team for an adventure and Queenie was taken, he’d choose Slinky. She’s just a very patient individual and he thinks he goes well with someone like that.

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Kaufmo:

- Their friendship is like trying to combine oil and water.. they don’t mix easily… They have respect for one another, an extent of it and Kinger probably has more than Kaufmo but they have very different conflicting personalities.

- Kaufmo is prickly and pessimistic most of the time, however I do want to think around Kinger he hold back a little. These two ended up being the last of the old cast, they’ve been through alot together…

- Kaufmo hates lovey dovey stuff, god forbid Kinger even rests a hand on Queenies side or something- he WILL point it out like a toddler grossed out by seeing their parents kiss.

- I think after Queenie abstracts it really changes. I want to assume that is when Kinger finally fully lost every marble he was hanging onto and Kaufmo.. well he realized how much he really missed those two together.

- Post Queenie, I think their relationship evolves from annoyance to much more understanding, not knowing eachother too personally as one would hope, given their circumstances but they would still go out of their way for a quick “are you okay?”

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Peepo:

- Peepo is a super sweet guy, and I’d say he was a good acquaintance of Kingers just for the fact there wasn’t too many guys and they were both very friendly.

- Peepo was the first to arrive of this old group, so he was much like in Kingers place with the current crew. However he’s not crazy because this is likely to beginning of when people started to get trapped in the game still, and not too much time had even passed. Aka, more people were entering than abstracting most definitely.

- Anyway, to touch up on the above one, because of this he has a sort of natural leadership over everyone, people seem to seek him out on information about the world just because he’s been there the longest. This includes Kinger! To Peepo, if he needed a right hand man he actually really relied on Kinger.

- There’s a small place by the digital lake that no one knows about except Peepo. When the sun starts to set he almost always likes to just.. go outside the tent and walk to it, and the only person he ended up showing was Kinger. It became sort of a spot for just them to talk, which is likely what made them closer. Kinger later would use this exact spot to ask Queenie out…Jumping to canon, the only person who knows of the spot now is Kinger, and he often goes there to seclude himself.

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Moppsy:

- Even though I put her here, I can’t really come up with anything! I use Moppsy as the first abstraction Kinger would witness, and likely didn’t really know her or have a relationship with her. Putting her here to include this though!

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Pomni:

- Woo!! Og cast now!! I think Pomni and Kinger will get along well given time. While Kinger is certainly.. eclectic in his personality at this point in his stay in the circus, I think Pomni would be comfortable talking to him about things more than Jax or Zooble, who knows! Just based on what I know from the pilot.

- Kinger used to invite anyone and everyone into the pillow forts he made, but once majority of the old cast abstracted I’d assume he stopped completely, instead using it as his own safe haven. However, Pomni is the first one that he very awkwardly asks if she would like to come inside, which leads to him feeling more inclined and comfortable to invite the others.

- Kinger notices and thinks Pomni is very different than the others, anyone he’s known so far infact and he probably outright tells her this because he lacks the ability to really filter his thoughts anymore. She doesn’t quite understand the nonsense he babbles out about it, but in the series if Pomni finds the exit or changes the circus for the better or WHATEVER goes on as she’s the protagonist, I’m just gonna say Kinger had a gut feeling from the start.

- Pomni seems to care the most when Kinger wants to show someone a bug, and that can be left up to the interpretation that the others just got tired of him doing it all the time and Pomnis not used to it yet, or she genuinely just tries to nod along and it makes him very happy to get a response.

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Ragatha:

- I think during the whole old cast abstracting and being replaced, if we look at the lineup of how everyone entered, I think Ragatha was the only one to actually know Queenie. Atleast see in person for a while, perhaps.

- I think those two would have gotten along SOOO well but!! This is about Kinger,, and I think Kinger and Ragatha also get along very well. She reminds him of Slinky…

- They both know they don’t talk or vent about their own problems at all, atleast anymore for Kinger. They are both bad at keeping it bottled up inside and while they both understand this about eachother, they don’t pry.

- If anything they have tea together often, and only they know alot about tea and really really enjoy it so it’s like their own bonding thing in a way.

- Ragatha came out to him first as a lesbian for some interesting strange reason, though if we follow my beloved trans Queenie hc I like to apply to things sometimes then she likely did it because she knows Kinger isn’t judgmental on lgbt topics.

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Zooble:

- I enjoy thinking of Zooble as an angsty teenage child compared to Kingers senile old dad energy

- I think in Kingers eyes they seem to get along a little bit but he’s just a tad intimidated. In Zoobles eyes they wouldn’t let anyone know how much they really like Kinger, afterall he’s nothing but sweet when being spoken with. It’s a nice break from.. Jax or Caine, even the others who are very emotional. Yes they can be kind too, but it’s like you don’t have to try with Kinger because he’s so finicky that he doesn’t remember every detail of your interaction to judge you on it anymore.

- I like to think whenever Kinger needs help with something Zooble lets out a dramatic sigh and goes to help him (no one asked them to and anyone else could’ve volunteered but okay Zoob we know you just genuinely like his company)

- Zooble gave him a weighted blanket as a gift to include in his pillow forts once and he had a panic attack while under it once because he couldn’t move (he loves it so so much I promise)

- Again hhh Dad Daughter vibe I really enjoy it I think Queenie would’ve adored Zooble like a mother too plsplsplsolsolsols

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Jax:

- Jax would call Kinger a boomer a lot and it stresses Kinger out so much because he doesn’t know what it means and when he asked Zooble to explain it to him they convinced him it was slur and so Kinger got Caine to censor the word boomer

- Kinger is like genuinely terrified of Jax and how much of a menace he is, he’s never known anyone that acts like this mf its insane

- Kinger does infact has some pet bugs in a large terrarium in his room and because Jax has keys to everyone’s rooms he with steal Kingers bugs (an example, the centipede he put in Ragathas room? Probably Kingers..)

- Kinger honestly tries his best to avoid Jax hhshs

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Gangle:

- Kinger is probably the closest to Gangle of everyone in the current cast.

- Gangle likes to draw and write and ramble and everything to Kinger, even when she has her tragedy mask on, he seems to cheer her up a little just by hanging out near her. Kinger really enjoys it.

- When Gangle does have her happy mask on, it irks something inside Kinger. She really reminds him of Wriggle. And he was much closer to Wriggle than Slinky so.. it bothers him a bit unlike Ragatha being similar to Slinky in few ways.

- She introduced him to anime and while she has a giant ass list of ones she enjoys he’s.. just quite fixated on ghibli movies… he finds them neat.

- They are.. autism buddies.. More so it’s well aware with everyone that Kinger is diagnosed with Autism but Gangle isn’t diagnosed, and Kinger is the only one staring HARD like “hhh ik what you are” fr fr anyway because I hc them both as autistic that’s another reason they tend to group together and get along more.

[artsy-the-little-pink-pencil]

Jax (Jackson) Kanon Cezário

Age when he joined: 15

Height: 6’2

Age Now: 23

Fave Color: Lavender

Sexuality and Gender: Trans Man and AroAce

Pronouns: He/Him

Personality Type: ESTP

Zodiac: Aries

Home State/Country: New York (Brazilian American)

Birthday: April 1, 2002

Year he joined: 2017

Headcanons

Hates corn cuz he’s allergic to it.

Has many comically large weapons in his room.

Unironically likes eating carrots. This has granted him night vision.

Likes eating any fruit in general, even with the skin…

Is very flexible and good at gymnastics but terrible at any other sport.

Came from New York. His mother died at birth and his father always blamed it on him.

Smoked a lot before joining the circus.

The reason he bullies the others is because he can’t stand seeing anyone do better than him and needs everyone to suffer just as much as he is.

Because of his “tough guy” persona, he's starting to forget who he truly is… one things for sure, he’s a coward at heart.

Will purposely spread fake rumors just for fun.

Has Somniphobia, which means he is terrified of going to sleep, he always has the worst nightmares.

Is the reason for Queenie's abstraction.

Has the WORST handwriting, it literally looks like scribbles, but yet he can read it perfectly.

Has photographic memory, this can be a curse and a blessing.

Always has snacks on him for some reason.

When he's surprised, an exclamation point will appear next to him, and when he’s confused, a question mark will appear, ect.

Is very touch starved.

Is very apathetic and is emotionally numb.

Is actually really good at knitting scarves.

If Caine would allow it, Jax would be the best bartender and get you ✨Royally Fucked Up✨.

Theme Songs

Oh No - Marina and The Diamonds

Play with Fire - Sam Tinnesz Ft. Yacht Money

[isabellehemlock]

Happy three years anniversary!!! 🥳🥳🥳

For the prompts, maybe something (TOG) Nicky-related with religious themes about how he discovered his own personal religion as a teen/adult, whether that be stepping away from his parents' or strengthening it from what theirs was? No real idea on the rating here, anything up to and including E is fine!

Hi Queenie 🥹❤️

Thank you so much love! And thanks for sending me a little something from the prompt list 💖

I actually had such a blast exploring, “what does religion mean to Nicky” through a few fics (probably my faves over the years have been pre-canon ones - “Called You By Name.” but also, “Their souls were knit together (and he loved him as himself)” - couldn’t recall if you had seen those or not, but yeah, if you’re itching for more that sort of pair well with what’s below, feel free to browse the Catholic tag on my AO3’s results for TOG fics).

But for this one, I went with a ~600+ words reflection piece of essentially “now what” for Nicky as he tries to navigate the teen years in the 1080s while sitting in an adoration chapel - tw/cw for religious themes, and sorry, no dialogue!  Just one long introspective piece!  

It was a way of life.

But now, with the wisdom of a few years away as he learned the trade with his uncle in Genoa, Nicolò had contemplated if they had been the threadbare portions, leaning on him so hard because he had the more steady disposition?  Unmovable, unshakable from the foundation in which he stood - regardless of the mocking, jeering, even condensation from them all - Nicolò was resolute.  Like one of the statues he prayed near at the San Siro church, stoic, impenetrable, regardless of the sneers of other boys around him about his potential ‘penetrativeness.’

Church, state, home, family, it was all interconnected, woven into a tapestry that he was never meant to see the full picture of but now could tell where portions of it had run threadbare.  Loose strands that were barely clinging on merely because the others didn’t mind the weight of the work and effort to keep them in place. 

Years ago, Nicolò had considered that he was possibly the threadbare spot, wedged into an unbearable position, pulled in several directions between church, state, home and family.  Each individual portion that tugged for his obedience without ever having the decency to ask what he wanted in the first place.

They found his lack of interest in the girls around him peculiar, claiming it only meant more for them, while still simultaneously finding some kind of joy in trying to make him feel less than for it.

Perhaps had he not been caught staring at the male statues with a certain kind of yearning he could have allowed them to believe he was called for a priestly vocation - still, it didn’t matter.  Nicolò wasn’t called for that, or for family life, or for something only found in the alleyways in the dark.  He wanted none of the things they (frankly, it felt like everyone at that point) insisted he’d have to pick from, and for a while, proclaiming he was ‘praying about it’ had deterred them from questioning him for a while.  But now, as his sixteenth year approached, Nicolò had overheard his uncle’s discussions of whether to continue training him as an apprentice, or perhaps joining the Genoan soldiers.

Yet he had never been one to go for the suggestions of those around him, which may be why they found it odd that he decided to lean so heavily on a third, unspoken option, by heading to the Benedictian abbey - not as a priest, but as an oblate.

For as much as the Church declared one thing from the ambo, it was still the only place that brought a warmth to his heart on the darkest, coldest days.  It would be here, within the confines of the Adoration chapel and his daily prayers, where Nicolò could quiet the voices out there, and hear something deeper, more profound than what was shared by the clergy.  There was something beautiful about the silent contemplation, the freedom to just be, to come as he was and sit in His presence - and not be struck down for his thoughts on the spot.  Because - 

Because He didn’t stop anyone from coming to Him, Nicolò had realized, it was other people who had tried to stand in his way.  To limit God’s unconditional love in order to put a strain on his own personal relationship with Him.  Others who had tugged and pulled, hoping to strip him down to bare threads, as miserable and empty as they were.  But all they had managed was to thin out the connections along the way, strengthening his resolve to find his own path.  Which had led him to the chapel, and to a course he might not know where it was heading, but felt a profound sense of peace in it anyway. 

[pichitinha]

15 questions, 15 people

i was tagged by a few people among whose was @unreadpoppy and @mrgaretcarter i believe but thank you everyone i'm sorry i forgot!!

1. are you named after anyone?

no

2. when was the last time you cried?

this afternoon watching agirlnamedally reacting to ronan

3. do you have kids?

no and i decided i don't want them ever

4. do you use sarcasm a lot?

i used to use it more but yeah a fair amount

5. what sports do you play/have you played?

i am not that kind of person lmao

6. what’s the first thing you notice about people?

their smile/laugh

7. what’s your eye colour?

dark brown

8. scary movies or happy endings?

love both!

9. any special talents?

not really... i can solve rubik's cubes and similars? does that count?

10. where were you born?

brazil babey

11. what are your hobbies?

for a while now it's literally been none but things i enjoy doing and simply don't include writing fanfiction, reading fanfiction, knitting, cross-stitching and making lists

12. do you have pets?

i have two demon angel cats called amora (blackberry) and panqueca (pancake)

13. how tall are you?

1.70 / 5'7

14. favourite subject in school?

math

15. dream job?

i simply do not dream of labor and also i'm a corporate girlie and i now i wouldn't adapt to a different type of job so

i'm gonna tag 15 people to follow the rules so just feel free to ignore but also to say i tagged you if i didn't and you want to play: @vickytokio @kassiminha @stary-spice @notagoodplace4gods @beforetheworldwasmade @queenie-004 @fallinfor-youreyes @boygeniussy @saywhatjenn @muri-chan @stewartsjaymes @barbieharrington @carrieeve @lookforanewangle @fangorgia

[theycallmequeenie]

Lexie And Happy

Master List

P1,  P2, P3, P4, P5, P6, P7, P8, P9, P10, P11, P12

Part 13:

A/N: This is apparently a fluffy angsty foul language filled marathon. Boy once the Muse is awoken, they go on for days at great length, so you all get another part with next to no wait time. Note as always this is not proofread or edited, I’ve tried to catch mistakes as I went. Thank you all and Happy reading. Queenie.

Happy Flies into action thinking Vee had accidentally done something to send Lex into this current emotional meltdown. Getting to Lexie in only a few strides and scoops her up, holding her tightly to him grumbling about not being able to leave Lexie out of his sight. Vee explained to Tig as the little more than half coherent Lex explained to Happy what happened. While Hap yelled his apologies to Venus, he still wouldn’t let go of Lexie despite her asking him to put her down multiple times.

After bribing him with some episodes of Looney Tunes and about the seventh or eighth time asking, he did finally set her back down onto the bed albeit reluctantly claiming he wanted to hold her, so he knew she wasn’t going anywhere. Shaking her head, she snuggled up closer to him telling him he needed to go check on his fur baby and get cleaned up that she wasn’t going anywhere but sleep.

He informed her that he knew that she was going to say that, and it was already done as he turned on the TV and found the classic Looney Tunes. He kissed her forehead and told her she could rest all she wanted after taking her pain meds. He passed over the plate that had the sandwich which was made for her and cut in half in the event she was only able to eat half, which was the case. Happy seemed satisfied with this and gave her the dose of medication with the glass of water which she downed the entire glass as she was a little dehydrated from her ordeal.

Tig had poked his head in the door of the room just to check on his niece, seeing him she offered a soft sad smile as a greeting tig stepped in and spoke with her for a few moments until he noticed her meds were starting to take effect but as they were she had asked if it was possible for her to figure out a way to bathe when she woke since she still felt pretty crummy from what she went through. She had fallen back into that sedated level of sleep before both men could answer but they did agree that it could be done, and Hap stated flat out that he was going to help her if she needed.

Hours passed and this time she woke up around noon she reached for Hap to find he was missing which caused her to panic momentarily but hearing her awake he was with her in seconds calming her down.

“Hey, hey, Little Girl its okay. You’re safe. I here, Tig’s here, even Venus is here. Nobody is going to get you again, My Love. I’m sorry you woke up without me I was walking Sunny Girl and getting things ready for you to get yourself cleaned up better.” He cooed in her ear as he held her in his arms gently rocking her back and forth. “Had to find the duct tape for you to tape the trash bag over that cast to protect it…”  

He let out a soft chuckle when she reluctantly conceded that he had a valid point. She never did like telling him he was right. She started to pull away from Happy moving gingerly as she was still very sore, “Alright let’s try to get this over with then. I want to try and resume as close to a normal routine as I possible can. That sorry sack of fecal matter isn’t going to win.”

She looked into Happy’s dark eyes to confirm her statement. She wasn’t running this time because she knew if she did, she’d never stop running from this. He offered a half smile and nodded, receiving the message loud and clear. He released her and strode over to where her robe hug on a small hook over the closet door.

Looking it over he smirked before looking over to her, “Hmm, this looks comfy if nothing else. Where have you been hiding this thing?” he gave her a playful smile as he handed the long black jersey knit robe to Lex.

She shook her head taking the robe from him, “I’ve had it for ages. It was a Christmas gift from Uncle Tig back before the…. car accident.” She paused and shook the memories out of her head, “He said I was going to need one that wasn’t fuzzy. Apparently fuzzy robes are a bit too childish…” She did her best to shrug but with her sore muscles she didn’t succeed.

She began to change into the robe for her trip to the shower. She instinctively turned her back to Happy while she removed the oversized black sleepshirt she wore and as she reached for the robe to replace it, she heard Happy growl in anger she spun on her heels wide eyed with fear as this was a sound, she had never heard him make in all their years together. She hurriedly put the robe on and put space between them as the fear rolled off her.

She stared at Happy as if he were a wild animal she had just startled in the woods. Happy realized he’d momentarily lost control of his emotions on the situation and instantly started to apologize to Lexie telling her he lost himself for a moment seeing the bruises on her body. Telling her it would make any man full of rage seeing that on his ole lady. Knowing how those marks were put on her.

Lexie was starting to tremble; at this point it wasn’t anything she could control. Happy had absolutely terrified her and he could see it and it broke him. She called out for her uncle asking him if he would tape her up so that she could shower without ruining her cast and asked him if Aunt Vee was available to be on standby incase she needed another assist after he said sure, Lex dared to reach close enough to get her clean nightshirt, this one a tydeid one with a v neck that hit just below her knees, and almost bolted out of the room.

Tig felt her trembling as he taped the bag to her arm and making sure there was no holes that would let water sneak in. “Baby Doll, what happened in there?” His blue eyes locked on her green ones scanning them for any tell that she was being anything other than honest.

She sighed and spoke with a frown, “He scared me Tiggy. I was changing out of my night shirt, and he saw the bruises. I never hear him make that sound before and when I turned to look at him, he had this look on his face I’ve never seen, and it terrified me.” Her voice shook as she spoke and Tig knew she was trying not to cry. “Tig… He’s never frightened me before. Not once in all the years we’ve known each other. Not even when we would fight before. He always kept that part reigned in…”

Tig sighed and pulled her into him for a hug, holding her to him to try to stop her trembling. He hated seeing her like this, “Doll Face, you know none of us have delt with this before and we are all trying to learn how to work around what you went through. When Gemma went through this it was different because it was our President’s Ole Lady, and we had no idea it happened right away. Happy and I caught the bastard in the act of doing that to you, we saw what actions did that damage to your body. We are both trying to process this from our side of this. We both feel like we failed you and seeing those bruises probably reminded him of that. Baby, I promise you, Hap is in that room beating himself up for scaring you like that. We handled things last night, but I can’t promise I wouldn’t react the same way if I saw those bruises that my failing to protect you gave to you.”

Tig was never an overly emotional man but this time he was fighting back tears he truly felt like he had failed to keep his niece safe, and it was eating at his resolve. In an effort to hide this he kissed Lexie’s forehead and sighed dramatically, lightly tapping her on the nonbroken arm, “C’mon kiddo, I’ll help you brush your hair before Momma Vee Chases me out of the bathroom to let you shower in peace.”

Nodded she walked with Tig back to the bathroom that held all her things she needed to shower that had already been gathered by Vee and Happy, “You guys didn’t fail me, Uncle Tiggy. None of us knew what was coming or going to follow me home. His dad always backed him off and kept him in check. I’m grateful you guys got to me when you did. I love you Uncle Alex.”

As the words left her mouth he stopped in his tracks. He had only ever been ‘Uncle Alex’ once before and that was when she was 10 and her mom, his little sister, had died and she was legitimately terrified of what would happen next and of how to process what had happened. He turned to her and wrapped her up in his arms again, “Lexie-Lu, I got you, I love you too little one. We will get through this somehow. I promise.” He kissed her forehead again and lead her to sit down on the bathroom counter as he gently brushed out her long hair for her, another thing he hadn’t done for her since she was that scared little girl.

She sat there letting him work the brush through her hair resolving herself to the unfortunate fact that she was going to have to let Happy near her sooner than she had wanted to, she huffed softly, just enough to get her uncles attention, “I’m going to need Hap. I need help washing my hair and I’m a little old for my uncle to help me with that and while Vee and I did bond a bit in the wee hours of the morning, I’d prefer someone who’s already helped me shower before…”

This about caused Tig to choke on air. She was his niece, who he raised from baby up, and while he knew how life and couples worked but it was another thing completely to be told this flat out. “Doll Face, once I’m done with your hair, I’ll send him in. Now let’s never try to traumatize Uncle Tig like that ever again…”

She nodded and held back a giggle, letting him finish brushing out her long wavy hair that until brushed out lays in curls much like his own. One of her better features, that, and her eyes. They were her grandmothers, her mother and Tig’s mother’s. Though Lexie’s always held a sparkle of happiness in them even now after all the hell she had been through. She was strong and tenacious as he raised her to be. He put the brush down and gave her uninjured hand a gentle squeeze. Mentioning that he will give her a few minutes and send Hap into her to help her with her shower as he left closing the bathroom door behind him.

Lexie went about her shower routine as best she could, starting the water and getting the temp just right, gathering her hair out of her face so she could see what she was doing, untied her robe and dropped it to the floor and got in. She soaped up her washcloth and started scrubbing her skin free of that monster’s handprints, or at least she tried. As she continued to scrub her reddening skin, she heard the door open and close and Happy lightly clearing his throat. She peeked out of the shower to see him standing there holding her favorite shampoo, the one she only used for special occasions, the one Happy liked the smell of the most.

Happy stood there looking thoroughly ashamed of himself for his earlier reaction but as he opened his mouth to speak Lex held up her hand to stop him, “Please Happy just help me with my hair. I’m starting to tire out again and will soon need to rest again. I really don’t want to hear some rehearsed apology.” Her tone was flat, her emotions were hidden because if they weren’t she would be on her knees sobbing under the running water.

He nodded with his eyes on the floor he removed his tee shirt and stepped toward her watching her turn so that her hair wasn’t under the direct running water allowing him to wash her hair, something that would prove borderline impossible with one fully functioning hand.

With her his hands were always gentle never what they were when they were doing the work the club required of him that part of him was never shown to her before at least not to the extent he had shown her today. She had every right to be terrified of him, he was a monster. He was no better than the monster he killed for her last night. The monster that put all those cuts and bruises on her gorgeous body and broke her beautiful bones and tried to break that wonderful spirit. He was no better in his mind. Hell, in his mind he was worse because he loved her and scared her like he did only minutes before this moment.

He finished massaging her scalp and directed her as gently as he could and rinsed the shampoo out of her hair, his voice was shaky as he spoke, “Lex, I love you and I never meant…” He trailed off not knowing how to apologize to her.

Lex nodded acknowledging his words as she turned off the water and stepped into the waiting open towel held up by Hap, “I know you didn’t Hap. I love you too. I’ve never seen that side of you before, and I’m still a little twitchy. It takes time to adjust to seeing your club face in the best of situations. I’m a little traumatized at the moment. That face was scarier that it would have normally been. I need time to wrap my head around it, but I also need you with me so that I feel safe…” Lex all but whispered the last part as she tucked the towel around her.

Happy took her hand, “I’m not leaving you, Little Girl. I promise you that on the Club. But seeing the damage done to your body because of my failure to protect and keep you safe. I couldn’t turn that part of me off.” He started to help her dry off, being as gentle as he could as he went. He then helped her into her nightshirt and started to towel dry her hair.

She was grateful he had a softer side, and it warmed her heart to know she was one of very few he showed it to. She gave Hap a sad smile, “I need to rest my body isn’t up to snuff just yet. Those couple of days really took it out of me. Think we can talk Nurse Vee into some Ibuprofen instead of the hardcore stuff? I’m kinda tired of my head swimming…”

She hesitantly reached out to touch Hap’s still bare chest bust stopped herself much to Happy’s displeasure, frowning he put his shirt back on, “It’s okay, Little Girl.” He whispered in her ear as he decided to scoop her up and took her back to her room. “How about we just relax and watch some Gummi Bears? I know that was always one of your favorites.”

She gave him a little smile, “You hate the Gummi Bears. How about some Scooby Doo instead? We both like that one.” She snuggled into his neck taking in his scent and reveling in the safeness of being in his arms. “So how long is Telford letting you play hooky to babysit your Ole Lady? I was hoping to try and go in and at least do paperwork in the next day or so. I know I’m sore, but I stay around here I’m going to go stir crazy…”

Hap let out a little growl, “Lex you need rest and I’m here until I say otherwise, perks of dating the VP’s niece. Besides, what happened to you shook Chibs up more than he wants to admit. Seeing Tig and I would remind him and make him a miserable Scottish bear with a sore ass.”

Lex giggled slightly as Hap set her in her bed, “You know one of you two should really go into the shop tomorrow. I need someone I know is competent working while I’m not able to.”

This angered Happy for some reason and he stood up glaring at Lex, “What the hell Alexandra?! The shit you just went through and your more worried about the shop?! You need to be focused on you not the damn garage!” He glared at her not bothering to hide his emotions this time.

Lex jumped at his sudden change in his demeaner but didn’t back down, “I’m worried about the reason that I was brought back out here! The entire reason I quit the job I had back east, uprooted my entire life and moved back home. I focus on me, and I will go insane especially the shit I just went through because I completely uprooted my life and moved home to help save Teller-Marrow!” Lex was yelling now, and her fight was fully back and on full display.

Upon hearing Lex yelling Tig came running knowing Happy had done something stupid to push her to that point and once getting to the door he immediately removed Happy despite his protests all but shutting the door in his face. Tig looked at Lex seeing her sitting there fuming, “Umm, What the hell was that about?”

To Be Continued…

Part 14

[custardcove]

A Haunting Evening

The night of the Spooktober party has finally arrived. Queenie’s villa is decked out similarly to last year, a buffet full of food and drink, an indoor orchestra, dim lights, and space for dancing. The main difference is that instead of a general decorative eeriness, there’s more of a night sky theme. The tablecloths are a blue gradient, scattered with stars, there are projected twinkle lights on the walls, and all other decorations have some relation to astronomy.

Any established atmosphere is broken by shrill yelling.

“This is NOT acceptable. I’m not letting you ruin my party just because you’re alive for the evening.” Fuming, Queenie jabs a finger at her grandmother, which is now physically possible.

“Who said I’d be ruining anything?” Julia smiles sweetly back at her, unflinching. “I’m just here to eat, drink and have fun.”

“And smoke. And make my guests feel uncomfortable, no doubt. At least wear a shawl. No one wants to see your wrinkly old shoulders.”

The old lady croaks a giggle. “Succubi don’t cover up, you know?”

“Even when they’re as old as the sun?” Queenie tuts, turning with a flounce to hunt for some fabric and eventually finding an appropriately coloured scarf wrap. She drapes it around Julia’s neck and shoulders. “There. Now my guests won’t die of shock when they see an old woman so exposed.”

“Pity.” Her grandmother takes a long drink from her wine glass.

“My guests will be arriving soon. I expect you to make yourself scarce,” Queenie huffs, tapping her foot.

Julia gives her a pouty, pitiable look. “But I’m sooo ooold, and I’ve settled so comfortably here…”

“I saw you hustle over to that buffet—which you’re not meant to do yet, by the way—I know for a fact you can move when you want to.”

Seeing that the compassion route isn’t working, Julia tries a different angle. “Aww, I get it. Are you worried I’ll embarrass you in front of your little fiancée? Hmm? Is that it, Queenie-weenie?”

Queenie takes a sharp intake of breath, ready to reply with some choice words, but she’s interrupted by two guests coming through the door.

“We’re fashionably early, Lady Drachen!” It’s Taylor. He removes the hat of his Emmet costume in greeting, before he freezes in place at the sight of the older relative. “…Ladies Drachen?”

Alice is following behind, and nearly bumps into him. “Dawn let us in—Julia?” She blinks in surprise. “You’re alive…”

“Hello, lovelies~” Julia wiggles a gloved hand at them.

“Things would be much better if she weren’t,” her granddaughter scoffs.

Taylor looks genuinely offended. “That’s not a nice way to speak about your elders!”

“You’ll be saying the same in a few hours.” Queenie puts her hands on her hips. “Since you seem to have special early-entry privileges, isn’t there anything you can do about this?”

Completely bemused, Taylor casts a pleading glance at Alice.

“Me? Uh.” Alice tugs down at her own conductor’s hat. “Your grandmother seems quite happy just there, I think...”

Julia sticks her tongue out. There’d be no stopping her.

The heiress pinches the bridge of her nose. “Not even your bird? Your bird can’t help?”

“He and his sister are kinda busy right now.”

“Ugh… Useless. I suppose I’ll just have to make do. Revel in your victory, old hag. I shall pay you no mind, so you’d better stay put.”

“So harsh, this one,” Julia croons. “You two will keep me company, won’t you?”

Taylor bows his head, completely oblivious to the double entendre. “Of course, Lady Julia. But I’ve a mind to speak with the musicians, first—friends of mine.” He hurries off in the direction of the ballroom.

His companion knits her brows. “He’s a bit young for you, don’t you think?”

“Oh yes, the both of you are. Nice to look at, though.”

Alice flushes pink, starting to hurry off in the same direction. “Goodbye, Julia.”

“See?” Queenie grumbles. “You’re already souring the atmosphere.”

 [Queenie’s Spooktober party is now open to guests!]

[liesonthefloordramatically]

I need to get more yarn so that I can knit because once the semester is over I WILL be able to socialize with people long-distance, and that means knitting time, but the problem is that right now my project thoughts are:

what if I made a lap blanket for my lap because my lap gets cold in winter due to my keeping my apartment frigid so I can actually sleep

what if I made a lap blanket for my office because it's freezing cold in there in winter

what if I made a baby blanket for my friend who just found out she's having a baby AND told me with more than enough time to make her something unlike our OTHER friend who forgot to tell me until 2 weeks before the baby was due

and I do not have any PATTERNS for BLANKETS

[thedigitalscrambledcircus]

Meet the Crew!

Part Two

Continued from part one…

Next is…

Bubble!

Bubble is a mischievous little creature(?) that is apparently made of bubbles.

Bubble doesn’t really uses any pronouns. Bubble is… Bubble.

Having Jax’s personality, Bubble likes to pull pranks around the crew. Bubble’s pranks are… not really friendly nor funny.

Gangle and Bubble often fights over trivial things(as such Bubble’s mean pranks, Zooble’s episodes, Pomni’s advices, etc.) and Pomni always have to intervene every time.

Funny enough, Pomni is only one who can put Bubble in Bubble’s place.

Next is…

Jax!

With Zooble’s personality and a body that can be dismantled, it’s no surprise that he is aloof most of times.

He shows little to no interest in the adventures & games. He doesn’t care about the members/players expect a certain ribbon gal.

Gangle and Pomni often take responsibility of putting him back together. Gangle did more often than Pomni did.

Next is…

Ragatha!

A sweet and shy doll girl who loves to sew and knit.

But she can be little sensitive sometimes. Bubble loves to bully her sometimes.

She always hangs out with Pomni & Gangle. (Although she prefers Pomni’s company more than Gangle’s company.)

She have a major minor crush on Pomni. She wasn’t sure if Pomni feels the same way as her. Spoiler: she does.

Next is…

Kinger & Queenie!

They came together like a pair of socks. They are rarely seen apart for reasons.

They both don’t really interact with the crew members/players much. They often keep to themselves. They prefers each other’s company.

But when they are apart for reasons; Kinger likes to talk to Gangle while Queenie likes to talk to Pomni.

Kinger still likes bugs. (Bubble keeps stealing his bugs for prank purposes.)

Last but not least…

Caine!

The newest arrival of the circus!

With Pomni’s personality and an attire of a magician apprentice, he is a nervous wreck who gets scared easily by the bizarreness of the circus.

Pomni and Gangle tried to help the poor guy to cope with the new environment but Bubble always ruined their attempts.

[thenasoneshots]

2023 FandomMas Day 4 - Newt Scamander

Fandom: Fantastic Beasts

Prompt: None

Reader's Relations: Newt’s girlfriend

Other Notes: This is set in the modern day by the way,

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“Oh come on, Pickett. There’s no need for that attitude.”

I just giggled as the bowtruckle in question stuck his tongue out at Newt, blowing a raspberry, causing him to look in my direction, “What?”

“It’s cute. You treat your creatures like children. I wonder what you’d be like with actual children, Newt,” I replied, leaning over and pecking his cheek, wrapping my arms around him. I broke off when I felt a weight on my shoulder and looked to my left to see Pickett sitting there, glaring at Newt, causing me to giggle again at his protests, “Pickett, going to (Y/n) won’t help your case.”

“Come on, Newt. It’s hard to stay mad at him when he’s this cute,” I spoke, letting Pickett ride on my shoulder as I walked over to the baby nifflers, hearing Newt muttering something about Pickett favouring me. After feeding the nifflers I walked back over to Newt, “I’m sure Pickett still loves you. I’d probably just call it a ‘phase’ that he’s being grumpy with you. I have a feeling he’ll be back to riding in your pocket in a few weeks, or even before then.”

I gave him another peck on the cheek and turned around, walking towards the stairs so I could go and get some food for myself, having been down with all the creatures all day. Just as I got to the bottom of the stairs, I felt Newt grab my wrist, “(Y/n), about what you said earlier… what did you mean about the whole ‘children’ thing?”

“Oh, I was just stating that you treat the creatures like your children and that I was wondering if you’d treat human children the same,” I replied, wrapping my arms around his neck, and leaning into his ear, “Because I think you’d be a great father.”

Without another word, I left him there completely stunned as to what I was implying as I made my way up the stairs and into the kitchen to get some food. A few minutes later, just as I was getting a plate out, I felt arms wrap around my waist. Now, if it hadn’t been 10 o-clock at night, and we hadn’t made sure that all the doors and windows were locked, I probably would have screamed, but due to the gently touch and the fact that I knew there was only one person who would dare to wrap their arms around my waist, I didn’t.

“Hey, Newt. Did you need something?” I asked, turning around after I placed the plate down on the bench, wrapping my arms around his neck.

“Not entirely, but I would like you to tell me something. What exactly were you implying earlier? When you said I’d be a good father?”

I giggled, my heart rate increasing at the fact that he was starting to work out what I meant/what I wanted, “I meant exactly what I said. You’d be a great father, Newt, and honestly,” I paused and bit my lip, not wanting to tell him what I was trying to tell him because I knew he already felt like all his creatures were his ‘children’ I was unsure whether he’d  want human children around too, but I put the thoughts aside and continued, “I want to have kids.”

I muttered it more to myself than him and looked down, avoiding eye contact with him, so I didn’t have to see his reaction, leading me to be extremely surprised and let out a scream when Newt picked me up, causing me to tighten my grip around his neck, “Newton Artemis Fido Scamander! Put me down!”

“I understand now, (Y/n), and we’re not going to have children if we just stand around her waiting.”

I gasped and realised what he meant, causing my face to turn red as he continued to carry me up to our shared bedroom.

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“Thank you, Queenie, but how did you know?” I spoke, placing the small white knitted boots to one side so I could fold up the wrapping paper, “We haven’t even told anyone yet.”

“Oh, Honey, I can read your mind remember?” Queenie replied, “You shouldn’t have been thinking about it the last time you saw us.” I mentally slapped myself at forgetting the fact that Queenie was a legillimens and smiled, standing up and placing the small boots in the draw where I’d put the first ultrasound of mine and Newt’s baby. I returned to the living room to see Newt and Theseus talking to each other in a corner of the room, the latter grasping the former’s other arms.

NEWT’S POV

“You’ve got this, just ask her. What could go wrong?”

“She could say no. Theseus, you don’t know how much I love her, it’s going to hurt too much if she says no.”

“Which is not going to happen. I know that. She loves you, right?” I nodded and he continued, “She’s going to say yes, I know it. She’s carrying your child, Newt. She wanted you to be the father of her child/children, because she might want more in the future, she’s not going to say no.”

“If she does, I’m never speaking to you again,” I replied, as he let me go and I fiddled with the small box in my pocket, before walking back over to where (Y/n) was sitting.

YOUR POV

“(Y/n), I need to ask you something…”

I snapped from my daze of thinking about the future, and looked up at Newt, “Hm? Of course, go ahead Newt.” I could see him shaking and I could tell his heart rate had increased as he fiddled with something in his pocket, “(Y/n), I love you so much and… well I’m not good at this so I’m going just going to get straight to the point. It would make my Christmas if you were to marry me,” he spoke, getting down on one knee in front of where I was sitting, pulling out a small box from the pocket he has his hand in earlier. I gasped loudly, feeling tears come to my eyes, “Of course!” I could see him breathe a sigh of relief as he sat down next to me, placing the ring on my finger. I just smiled, kissing him, “Were you nervous about asking me?” He gave a slight nod and I giggled, “There was no need to be Newt. I would have said yes any time. Plus I’m already carrying your child, what made you think I would say no?”

Instead of a response, he just dug his head into my neck in embarrassment causing a chuckle to leave my mouth, “It’s okay. I understand.”

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Day 4 written! This was supposed to originally be a completely different oneshot, but I thought of this this morning and wanted to write it before th other, the other will get written as part of FandomMas, I just don’t know when.

[the-killer-princess]

I started writing a new fic about the amazing digital circus

{A what if scenario that me and my friend made that I thought would make a story}

Kinger ,Queenie and Jax

Both Kinger and Queenie where both shocked when they found that a small purple rabbit had somehow managed to get themselves trapped in the digital world.So they did they did they only thing they could to comfort the child adopt him.The three of them had Managed last in the digital circus for several years and had built a small family out of each other and managed to help each other keep their sanity and avoid abstracting.

They were happy living in the digital world and were a tight knitted family who had each other's back in this digital hell.

….

Until Queenie abstracted.

[hazbinextgeneration]

Hazbin Worlds Collide Ch20

(Dexter/Gemstone/Beauty/Cheshire/Maizy/Queeny - me

Velvet/Francis/Aldo/Mako/Tristan and part by Palettepainter101)

Dexter, the blue furred canine greedily chugged down his mug of coffee, even though it had gone disgustingly cold long ago the bitter sweet taste gave him some kind of peace of mind..unlike the cyclops who was tacking his frustration out on a beyond reparable scrap of metal.

Aldo stomped his feet up and down on it in rage, growling in a manner similar to a wild animal that would attack at any given moment - and the poor piece of iron under his feet was on the receiving end of his temper.

"6. Bloody. HOURS!!" With each word he shrieked he stomped his feet back down into the metal, sounding out a sickening bang noise that echoed out into the large laboratory and caused Dexter's ears to pin back. "6 WHOLE HOURS OF WORK DOWN THE GUTTER!" On any other occasion in which he didn't feel like he had been chewed on and spat out by a dragon Dexter would have been absolutely livid at such a commotion in his space of work and peace. However, today was the day where he unfortunately DID feel like he'd been chewed on and spat out by a dragon.

....The only thing the wolf could do was sigh, pulling his paws down his face as his body sagged against his desk.

"Alright gentlemen-" thank whatever kind of lucky stars he had when the sound of footsteps came to his ears and a familiar female deer came waltzing into the room, twirling their black shiny around their fingers. She momentarily glanced to the cyclops Aldo as he continued to destroy the metal beneath him..before looking to the tired mutt "Dark circles really don't suit your eye colour dearie."

Dexter gave a dry laugh as his brows knit "Ha ha ha...you're so funny." Was the blank reaction Maizy received.

Cocking her head to the side her ear twitched, but her constant gold plated tooth grin remained, even with the sound of Aldo crushing the life out of that scarp of metal "No need to be such a stick in the mud dearie!" Dexter arched his brow boldly up at her. Sitting herself up on the desk she rested her head on her shoulder, swinging her slim legs back and fourth "Daddy sent me down here to come and fetch you, it's lunch time. Auntie Nifty and my darling best friend Beauty have made quite the assortment of food!"

Aldo suddenly stopped mid stomp, surprise completely washing over him before he finally turned round to face to smiling deer sitting on he desk, and the sky blue canine who was half laying on it "Its..lunch time already?" He inquired, his voice seeming to be stuck between genuine confusion and surprise.

Answering his question Maizy nodded her head with a small 'mhm'

"...My word.." his hand reached up to grip his head, walking off the crumpled piece of metal and onto the cold lab floor "..We've been in here that long?!"

"6 hours to be precise." Maizy corrected.

After that it really hadn't taken her much time to persuade the two demons to climb up the lab stairs and towards the hotels large kitchen, were the smell of freshly cooked food enticed them closer. And here her Uncle Baxter thought getting the two scientists up stairs would be a challenge, honestly.

Never doubt a ladies ways

However, that left one thing for Maizy:

"Honestly, look at the utter state of this lab!" Her keen orange spiral eyes scanned over the room "It looks like a stampede of stag came charging through!"

The labs floor was littered with scrap pieces of metals of all shapes and sizes, the aftermath of the explosion from the machine a few hours ago - and Aldo's repeated stomping only resulted in smaller segments of iron being littered onto the already messy floor. The shelves that lined the walls, that were neat and tidy on a constant occasion were now messy and highly disorganised - like the boys had grabbed armfuls of the bottled ingredients and tools all at once.

She shook her head

"Honestly-" she waved her staff, and instantly several objects levitated into the air "You leave a man in charge and the only thing to receive is a utter mess!" Her arm and staff seemed to move on their own, moving from side to side in a guiding like motion as the levitated objects zipped back to their rightful place. The objects along the shelfs were sorted back into their correct order and the large scrap pieces of metal were organised into a tidy little pile in the corner by the work desk.

Her small clean up duty was almost complete...until her heightened senses told her that she was being watched. Her magic slowed down and any object she was currently levitating within her magical hold was placed down on the nearest shelf, she peered over her shoulder, eyes piercing the dark as she let her black magic gathering within them end of her staff: locked and loaded and ready to fire.

On first glance she didn't see anything, at least not anything that looked remotely out of place. Until she caught the faint smell of..a deer? Another? It didn't smell like a deer she had met before, an intruder upon her territory. She hummed as she unhurriedly tilted her head at an angel, spinning round slowly to fully observe the room behind her.

She hadn't even blinked when the sudden sound of movement echoed into the room, it sounded like a nearby piece of metal that she hadn't yet cleaned up had just been stepped on in a hurry, like someone (or something) was trying to escape, but Maizy knew perfectly well that wouldn't happen without her noticing - for you see, there was only one entrance to the lab, and to get to it you had to climb the stupidly long flight of stairs upwards to the exit that also was the entrance - if whomever was in the room with her seemed their freedom, they would have to get past her somehow to reach the stair way.

"...I know you're in here." She said blankly, like she had just addressed Beauty or Angel-Cake when they 'tried' to give her a scare from behind (the key word being tried). There was another rustle of movement, clearly showing that the person was panicking, any wise person would have kept quite and out of sight when in range of possible danger...but this time wasn't the case.

Instead what Maizy saw made her blink and shake her head, pink and purple like sparks began to emerge from one of the darker corners of the room, the sheer heat of the magic causing the air around it to rip and crack which only aided in making the electrical sparks more bigger. She cautiously stepped forward, making sure she kept enough distance between herself and the unstable magic.

Maizy was a pro at her magic, and she could sense unstable dark magic a mile away! Her daddy taught her well. Keeping at a distance that was roughly 10 feet away from the spark Maizy squinted her eyes, granted the unstable magic was highly dangerous to herself and to the owner of said magic, but the light illuminated from the sparks revealed a very scared, very shaken looking boy.

The boy looked young, hardly her age! She guessed based on looks and a rough estimation of his height that he must be an early teen, somewhere above the age of 10 at the very least. His breathing was crumbling like a weak piece of debris, becoming more and more unsteady, and the magic that was sparking around him was magnifying.

Instinctively at seeing the poor boys scared face she hurried back, adding another 5 feet of space between them. Her efforts worked, but only a little, the sparks only dimmed a fraction but that didn't change the fact it was still dangerous, and it was still there. When the electrical appliances in the room, such as the main light for the room and the smaller lamps on the desks began to uncontrollably dim and brighten, Maizy spoke "Sweetie...I'm Maizy.." she started off slowly, keeping her tone quite so as not to scare him "What's your na-"

"Maizy!" The door to the lab flung open and a panicked looking older brother of hers rushed in, she whipped her head to look behind her just as Cheshire came running down the stairs "What on earth is going on?! The lights upstairs are-" he stopped mid sentence when he caught sight of the younger doe who was pressing themselves into the corner, at the sight of the other deer he seemed to freeze on the spot, eyes widening to the size of plates

"Who is..that?" He asked, clearly confused.

Instead of answering Maizy edged her way closer, all the while she kept talking, kept the communication going in hopes that it would reassure him "Sweetie...its okay, calm down. I'm not going to hurt you-"

"S-STAY AWAY FROM ME!" They screamed in absolute fear! On protective instinct the sparks began to zap outwards like large, uncontrollable bolts of lighting, some zapping at the glass jars on the shelf, causing them to either break then and there or crack. Maizy raised her arm as she walked back, gesturing for Cheshire to follow her lead. He did so without a word.

One minute darkness would swallow the room, and then the next, light would briefly fill the room. Dark then light, dark then light, the electricity was going haywire! And it didn't take long for the occupants upstairs in the lounge to rush to the basement to investigate. To some surprise, Velvet was the first to rush down the stairs, face completely white with fear and panic as she skidded to a halt near Maizy.

"..Francis?"

The boys eyes widened and swelled with tears at the sight of the older deer shapeshifter, their breathing calmed but only slightly, and the whips of electricity began to die down to nothing more then small, harmless zaps.

"V-Velvet?..." they said in a trembling voice, like it would break like a weak piece of glass at any moment.

There was hardly even a pause before Velvet rushed forward and hugged the smaller deer in a tight embrace, and in return the young doe clung his arms round her and buried his face into her shoulder, crying out in loud, broken sobs. Maizy stood there staring in half shock and half confusion, Cheshire mirrored her expression as the two turned to exchange glances.

"I-I-I w-was looking for y-you...y-you-..I-I-I c-couldn't..I-I couldn't.." he chocked on a sob, unable to finish his sentence, the storm of emotions surging to life inside him leaving him more of a sobbing mess, his grip on his older sister tightening as if she would once again disappear if he was to let go.

Everyone in the room with acute hearing such as Maizy, Gemstone, Cheshire and Mako who was standing up on the stairway could tell that Velvet was on the verge of breaking into a tearful sob, she soothingly rocked her little brother back and fourth in her fruitless attempt to calm him "Shhhh..it's okay Francis, I'm right here."

~time skip~

The events that followed onwards from that point were, a tad awkward to say the very best of it. The atmosphere was thick with heavy confusion, and so far no answers had been given to the group of demons. Velvet seemed to know more so then anyone else what was going on, and ever since the boysenberry deer, which everyone had likely guessed was called Francis, her posture and behaviour had become more down hearted. She looked tired, VERY tired.

The said red haired female had just walked out from one of the hotels many large guests room, soundlessly closing the door so that her little brother could rest easily - he deserved some rest. "How..How is he?" Aldo was the first to break the silence, and the answer he got was a long exhale from Velvet "...He's sleeping now, he should be okay."

Once again silence fell on them...until a different voice spoke up

"Ahem." Gemstone gave a very obvious cough into her paw to gain everyone's attention, and when nearly everyone glanced in her direction wondering what was wrong she continued "Look I hate to be that one person that's all intrusive and shit, but..." she looked directly at Velvet, just as she slowly turned her half lidded eyes towards her "What the hell was all that just now?!"

Velvet didn't answer immediately straight away, and it was clear from her stern gaze that she was in some kind of deep thought: she peered off to the side, momentarily gathering her thoughts and piecing them together into words, before she finally spoke " I, believe you are in need of an..explanation..however-"

She castes a worrying glance in Maizy's and Cheshire'a direction.

...She gestured towards the other end of the hallway that would eventually lead them all to the enormous lounge area "I would like to consult with Maizy and Cheshire privately please." As she expected Gemstone went to open her mouth to speak, thankfully her very kind and understand cyclops girlfriend slapped her hand over her mouth and nodded kindly "Of course! Take all the time you need!" She said with a soft smile, before she began to push her romantic partner down the hallway with stupid strength.

Everyone else gradually followed after them, and once the hallway was completely empty (minus the three deer's) Velvet then turned to the most unstable resident she had met since being here "...That includes YOU Queeny!" The static white mass that was floating on her back had her gaze fixated upon the door that the new prey was sleeping, and it was starting to make Velvet very uncomfortable.

The least thing she would have expected from Queeny of all people was some kind of whacky remark that she probably wouldn't understand - but then again did anyone truly understand what logic she had? - but to her utter surprise, Queeny smiles turned to Velvet and tilted her head "Very well darlings! But don't be too long!!~" she said in a sing songs like voice, and with a snap of her fingers, she vanished in a flash of light.

'I need to keep an eye on her..' Velvet made a mental note to herself before turning to her company, who had patiently waited for Queeny to leave and for Velvet to start. Why Velvet had asked for just then, they had a few suspicions, one of which was likely that Velvet was related to the newly arrived doe who was currently sleeping, likely siblings.

Velvet inhaled a deep breath, closing her eyes to keep the fresh bulk of tears at bay before she began "...There is, something very important you must know about Francis.." her serious gaze bore into the two deer shapeshifters, and the message was clear that Velvet wasn't playing around. The two wanted to leap to questions then and there to get the desperate answers they oh so badly wanted! But one look at Velvets face told them to pipe down and let her finish.

"..Francis's magic is.." she looked to be struggled to find the right word, another pause. ..His magic is very..unstable. And dangerous. He was born very prematurely and..because of, incidents..he isn't as experienced as I am with his dark magic and, well...sometimes he accidentally looses his control over it."

"...Is that why his horns sparked?" Maizy asked with caution, not wanting to accidentally make Velvet upset "Yes.." she answered

"And..he is your younger brother?"

"Also yes..and speaking of that." Her gaze became mostly focused upon Cheshire when she spoke next "I...want you to stay away from Francis." Maizy blinked, hurt...Okay YES she and her brother where a little creepy - well, creepier - but she didn't expect Velvet to outright state for them to leave her little brother alone!

Apparently it must have shown in her face as Velvet quickly leapt to speak before they could "Okay that sounded harsh! What I meant to say is that..well..." she glanced up and down them, and Cheshire once again noticed she seemed to take longer when she looked over him, odd "Francis might, panicky when he sees you because of..well..it's, uhm.." she pointed to her mouth

"Our..smiles?" Cheshire said slowly like he was still trying to process this, Velvet nodded. "...May we ask why?" Maizy asked, also in the same slow tone

.....Velvet hurriedly glanced left and right, like she was making sure no one was ease dropping on them, and her sudden change in behaviour only caused Cheshire and Maizy to become more muddeled.

Once she was sure no one else was listening..Velvet took a step closer to Cheshire and Maizy, her voice barely above that of a whisper: and what she said next genuinely left the two standing in shocked silence

"Francis is...scared of our farther"

[born-to-lose]

I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus

Pairing: Niko Vilhelm x fem!reader

Summary: Niko dresses up as Santa to bring your kids their presents.

Tags: Christmas, fluff, kids

Words: 664

A/N: Can you tell that new video with Niko wearing a Santa hat gave me brainworms? (gif credit)

Tag list: @warriorteam1924 @slashscowboyboots @losers-yurio @lost-in-the-80s @lucyboytom @blood-on-blood @halloween-chick-in-love-with-cas @jennyggggrrr @tuffduff @jonesyownsmyheart @rhyetaylor62 @the-killer-queenie @disrespectfullcalum @kyrju @smells-like-perfect-senses @sweetnightowl @whoreforblindchannel @kellyrosie @wearenosaints @midnightliv @sunflowerpumpkinpie @canalciego @charlielotte

Tip me if you want!

Every Christmas Eve, Niko dressed up as Santa Claus to bring your two kids their presents. It was always a sensation for them and also for you because he was obviously in his element, which only showed what a good father he was.

After dinner, he got up from his chair, lightly squeezing your shoulder and saying, "I'll be right back."

That was the moment when he always left the room to put on his Santa costume while you cleared the table. A couple of minutes later, you heard a knock on the living room door. You opened it and, acting surprised, you called, "Oh, look who's that!"

You stepped aside to let the kids see their dad dressed up as Santa, wearing a fake beard and his long hair tucked under the hat to be unrecognizable. "Santa!" they exclaimed happily.

"Are there any children living here?" he asked in a deeper voice than normal, to which they replied very loudly, "Yes!"

He came closer to them and put the sack on the floor. "Have you been good this year?"

"Of course!"

Niko hummed and started taking a present out of the sack, raising an eyebrow as he looked at you. "And how about your mom?"

You folded your hands and fluttered your eyelashes. "I was too."

"I knew it." He smiled and first handed out the gifts to the children.

Then, while you watched them tear the wrapping paper open, he kneeled in front of you and gave you a smaller present. "And one for you, but don't open it yet. Merry Christmas," he whispered, kissing you briefly.

Just then, your son looked over to you to show you what Santa had brought him and his eyes widened. "Mommy, are you Mrs. Claus?"

You thought for a moment to come up with an answer that wouldn't reveal the truth. "No…"

"Then why did you kiss him?" your daughter asked.

"You see, Santa gives every mom a kiss as a reward for raising such good children," you explained spontaneously, hoping they would believe it.

"And what about the dads?"

You chuckled and glanced at Niko, who answered for you, "Well, they get a firm handshake."

"Oh okay," the children accepted.

"Anyway, say goodbye to Santa!" you told them as he stood up and took his sack, waving at the three of you before he left the room.

Soon afterwards, Niko came back, dressed in normal clothes like before his Santa appearance. The first thing your son said to him was, "Daddy! Mom was kissing Santa Claus!"

He faked a shocked look, glancing between you and the kids. "Oh, was she?"

"Yes, just five minutes ago!"

Eventually, he shrugged and sat down beside you, wrapping his arm around your waist. "Well, as long as it was only Santa, I'm okay with it. You know the tradition."

You grinned and gave him his present, leaning over to whisper in his ear, careful that the children couldn't hear you, "Thank you for your little Santa act every year. I love you, Niko."

"I love you too," he replied, gently rubbing his nose against yours.

Both of you opened your gifts while the kids played with their own. You lifted the lid of the box and bit your lip when you saw a lingerie set in it. Niko just smirked and you quickly closed the box. He opened his present and found a sweater with the Blind Channel logo on it, which you had knitted yourself. "Wow, now I feel bad… Even if that's not my only gift for you. I love this, thank you."

He hugged you and kissed your cheek. You buried your face in his neck before turning your head to look at the scene. Your children sitting next to the tree, playing with their gifts, the decorations and just the overall festive atmosphere. It was the perfect domestic Christmas and you were thankful that if you had your own family, it was with Niko.