#unknown sitter

[galleryofunknowns]

Manner of Jacopo Ligozzi (b.1547 - d.1627), 'Vanitas', tempera on paper mounted on board, Italian, no date (est. 1500-1600s), for sale for est. 200 - 500 EUR at Wannenes Old & 19th Century Paintings Sale, Italy, 2022.

#jacopo ligozzi #unknown artist #known artist #unknown sitter #vanitas #allegorical #italian #tempera on paper #1500s #1600s #wannenes #no date #skeleton

[realcatalina]

Unknown lady with St. Elizabeth of Hungary- Part 2: No saint in sight

Please read first my post Unknown lady with St. Elizabeth of Hungary, if you haven't already, before continuing to read.

Bit of my ramble at first ...how we got to this point.

I love browsing through webpage of RKD(Netehrlands Institute for Art History). Wonderful source, some of it bit outdated, but showing you also old photographs of art, a large of amount of them were left to them by Max Jakob Friedländer, a German curator and art historian, specializing on Netherlandish art.

You better know him as guy who identified portrait of Catherine of Aragon by Sittow as her. But he not only studied the art, he also took high-quality photographs of them. And RKD allows you to look through the entire 'Friedlander project'. 137 pages, full of many photos. Finding something useful...takes time.

It's 100% worth it, even if HD pictures you can see have watermark...you can still see all the amazing details in this black and white photos.

With this one, I think it is obvious why we need to have talk, again:

Because clearly this painting is linked to painting on right, which I have discussed I in the postt called Unknown lady with St. Elizabeth of Hungary, where I expressed my doubts about it actually being Isabella of Austria, Queen of Denmark as was suggested.

(Because it looks nothing like her!)

Now, we have 2nd portrait of same woman, in same outfit, which seems to have been tiny bit changed from her portrait with the saint...and this might be the original portrait.

And this time we have to consider if it could be a child.

The artist(or rather workshop) Master of Female Half lenghts occasionally has issues with proportions...so it could be simply poor skill of artist. But we need to consider it at least. Even though size of hands would suggest adult imo.

Fashion-wise, it looks close to 1520s French fashion(possibly early 1530s), but not entirely accurate to France...i think.

And we have speculated in the post about the other painting...whetever or not it could be Scottish...because nobody knows truly how Scottish fashion looked...but we'd expect given the friendly relationships some level of similairity.

Could it be french fashion I simply didn't see before? ...Yes, I mean...lots of styles I can see in english tomb brasses, I don't know single portrait or ilumination with them...

And in other counrtries we don't have these tomb brasses. But we have tons surviving of paintings or sketches. But still no definitive answer...

So regarding my past theories:

posthumous Elizabeth of York..possible...but not that likely...less resemblence than before. Same with her daughter Mary.

Margaret? Well, she was good match before(fairly so)...

...And still is... despite the seemingly different shape of brows.(we had same problem with brows of Henry VII(her dad)

And if it indeed was Margaret...it'd explain how certain portraits got misidentified as her...because there is resemblence...

This one especialy, not just face, but outfit also.

But as i said we have to also consider possibility our mystery woman is a child or teen...in 1520s or ealry 1530s.

...So if we still went with possibility of relative of Elizabeth of York...(which it doesn't have to be!)

Then we have to consider Mary and Margaret's daughters also-Margaret Douglas, Eleanor and Francis Brandon...who were all raised in England...and this is not english fashion...

(You might think their portraits exclude the possibility...but how firmly they are identified as them?...Usually it's just speculation or based upon not so credible sources...)

However whomever it is...i think this painting has a pair.

At least the way she faces, and poses...would suggest it is the right side of two matching portraits.

Usually the woman is on right, and male(typically husband, less so brother) on left, they face each other.

And his portrait should have same metalic fabric before him, likely cloth of gold or silver.

So...if we find him, we might then have bigger chance of finding who the female is...

2nd option is that it could be set of siblings...and then they might all face same way...but once again, they should match...

We can probably not firmly get to bottom of who it is at the moment. But we know for sure 2 portraits of same person...so it should be somebody wealthy...

Here is link to what RKD has too say about it. But according to them public lastly seen it during exhibition in 1963.

(Later entries speak about black and white reproductions...Photo?Idk)

Hopefully one day we could see it again. Correctly labelled.

Tell me who you think it is.

#historical portraits #unknown sitter #still not Isabella of Austria #But idk who it is

[dcxdpdabbles]

DC x DP: Dog Walker

Danny needs someone to walk his dog.

He had been in Gotham for about five months when it became apparent he needed companionship.

Ever since Clockwork and Frostbite came to the same decision to move Danny to a new universe for his health- his core was deteriorating due to his obsession being fulfilled as Amity Park was safe, and everyone was ready to grow up and move on.

So Danny moved to a rough city in a harsh universe so that the danger could help his core restart his obsession.

The first few weeks were fine; he even found work as a computer program designer that allowed him to work from home thanks to his universe's advanced technology, but soon, he struggled with loneliness and homesickness—that was where his dog came into the picture.

He adopted Equinox- Nox for short- from the local shelter, and while Nox was a mutt with unknown parents, Danny had no trouble taking care of him.

That was until he accepted a job offer at Wayne Enterprise, and his work hours shifted from remote work seven days a week to four days. He wasn't stimulating Equinox properly by keeping him inside the three days he was out and his poor boy was suffering from it.

This could have easily be solved with a pet sitter or just a dog walker but this is Gotham. Danny knows he picked this place for its constant danger to keep his obsession active but he just wasn't expecting Gotham to be so...much.

He had a panic attack just thinking about what would happened to Nox if he trusted just anyone to take care of him.

Nox is the only living being that is under his Protection. It went against his very Instincts to not find someone he trusted utterly to walk him.

Danny checks his phone to see Nox peaceful sleeping in his doggy bed and sighs. His boy has been sleeping more and more lately, losing his bright spark.

"Whats wrong Danny?" Karla, one of the Office interns, asks from where she is walking along side him.

"Nothing, it's just my dog needs to go for a walk, and I'm not there to give him one." He says, turning the screen. "I wish I can have some one walk hin for me-"

"Understood. I shall pick up your dog tomorrow, Fenton," a tiny voice cuts in. The two turn around only to look down at the green eyes of Damian Wayne. His bosses' son and brother. Oh boy.

"Ugh, I'm sorry?" He blinks as the youngest, Wayne thrusts a piece of paper at him. Danny has no choice but to hesitantly takes the paper. On it is a professional if short resume belonging to Damian that highlights his skillset and community service.

"Father has informed me of the family tradition started by our Pennyworth. Every Wayne gets a part-time job from twelve to grow character." The boy says, hands behind him and back straight, appearing every bit his status. Also, it is like a little kid trying to appear as an adult. Danny found it kind of cute, and it reminded him of Jazz. "I have multiple experiences with animals, as you can see from volunteering at the local shelters. My fees for my services are also meager and would surely not be difficult to cover."

Danny's core turned cold, but not in the wrong way. It was a cooling sensation he had associated with a fun day of either a snowball fight or the fresh first fall. He knew he could trust the boy.

"You know what? Yeah I love it if you walked my dog. In fact would you be interested in being a dog sitter?"

The boy's green eyes brightened with childish glee, but he tried to remain serious. Danny's heart melted at the sight. Oh, he should call Jazz soon. "That would be most acceptable."

Unknown to Danny, Karla, or Damian, Dick Grayson watched the trio as his brother handed one of the most mysterious employees a resume. Now, why would Fenton want to be close to Damian?

Over the last few months, people have been trying to take advantage of Damian because they thought his brother stupid for his mixed blood, just as they did when Bruce first took him in.

Danny doesn't mind Alfred's rule to find a part-time job to help teach them values, but he finds people aren't as kind as they should be. He'll have to keep an eye on this Danny Fenton.

Maybe he can help co-sit his dog.

#dcxdpdabbles #dc x dp crossover #Dog walker #part 1 #death defying #Danny is sus for thinking Damain adorable right off the bat #but its because he reminds me him of Jazz

[captain-joongz]

fanfiction recommendations/my favourite reads in 2023

♤ in pursuit of wedded bliss by @fantasyescapes17

regency au, each members has his own story, but they're interconnected

choi seungcheol

◇ push it down (sooner or later it all comes out) by @dontflailmenow

camboy!seungcheol, ex's best friend!seungcheol, enemies to lovers

♧ down bad (so so bad) by @lovelyhan

idol!seungcheol x pet sitter!reader

☆ always only you by @honeyhotteoks

brother's best friend!seungcheol, friends to lovers

♤ caught in a trap by @cheolism

brother's best friend to lovers au

kim mingyu

☆ a sheep in wolf's clothing by @rubyreduji

virgin!mingyu x experienced reader

♤ creep by @smileysuh

serial killer!ghost!mingyu, touch starved!mingyu, halloween fic

ot8

◇ skz drabble by @leviackermanscleaningbuddy

a/b/o, cnc, primal play

♧ sharing = caring by @cbini

bf!chan sharing you

☆ camcorder by @tasteracha

bf!minho x reader x chan, a little pervy chan

♤ five for five by @bh-archive

chan x hyunjin x hongjoong x san x juyeon x reader

◇ some things are better left unknown by @roseykat

chan x felix x reader, threesome

lee minho

♧ dilf!minho by @cinhomi

dilf!minho x baby sitter!reader, breeding kink, pregnancy talk

bang chan

☆ bad idea by @hyunsvngs

step dad!chan, getting together, infidelity

hwang hyunjin

♤ dressing down by @jl-micasea-fics

best friends to lovers, mutual pining

lee felix

◇ best friend felix by @ddyskz

best friends to lovers, fluffy smut

♧ felix + thigh riding by @straykeedz

☆ cockwarming by @dreaming-medium

coworkers au, secretary!felix, office sex

ot7

♤ shadows we trust by @remedyx

supernatural au, mystical creatures!bts, dark circus au

◇ masked miracles by @remedyx

hybrid!bts, detective!reader

♧ stay alive by @staytinyville

mythical creatures!bts, supernatural au

☆ trouvaille by @spookyserenades

hybrid!bts, witch!reader, supernatural au, some horror themes

♤ eternally theirs by @imnotlauriane

dragon!bts, soulmates au, knights au

◇ the lucky seven by @riphobisbraces

hybrid!bts, princess!human!reader

♤ emerald gem by @sweetlyskz

hybrid!bts, reader has a farm, strangers to lovers

♧ oh, little red by @jincherie

wolf!yoongi x reader x wolf!jimin, red riding hood au

min yoongi

☆ celestial ruin by @remedyx

fallen angel!yoongi x angel!reader, corruption arc

♤ fxck a fxckboy by @yoongifis

fuckboy!yoongi x smartass!reader

kim taehyung

◇ isn't that what brothers do? by @aris-ink

step brother!taehyung, forbidden romance, dub con

♧ black swan by @aris-ink

step dad!taehyung, manipulation, corruption, cheating

☆new flame by @gimmethatagustd

alpha!taehyung x omega!reader, heat sex

jeon jungkook

♤ family secrets by @aris-ink

step brother!jungkook, dry humping

◇ icarus by @aris-ink

step brother!jungkook, risky/sneaky sex

♧ close by @aft3rhrs

step brother!jungkook, forbidden romance

choi soobin

☆ let's play a game by @anyamaris

soobin x reader x yeosang (ateez), friends to lovers, primal play

♤ closed doors by @last-words-ofashootingstar

soobin x reader x hongjoong, idol au, obsessed!soobin

◇ super shy! by @fairyofshampgyu

shy virgin baker!soobin x experienced reader

♧ i <3 nerds by @enha-cafe

nerdy!soobin secretly a sex god au

multiple members

☆ drippin' by @ncteez

'00 line x reader, friends to lovers, birthday orgy

♤ cookie jar by @neopuppy

step brothers!jeno and jaemin x reader, stuck in a dryer au

♧ sos by @neopuppy

a/b/o, sex pollen au, pollen induced heat/rut

lee jeno

☆ shameless by @neopuppy

step son!jeno x step mom!reader, infidelity, very dub con

♤ hand kink by @jaylaxies

roommates au, hand kink

lee mark

◇ i can help by @recklessmark

step dad!mark, corruption, manipulation, infidelity

ATEEZ rec list pt. 1 | pt. 2

#kpop fic recs #seventeen fic recs #seventeen fic #seventeen smut #seungcheol fic #seungcheol smut #mingyu fic #mingyu smut #seventeen x reader #svt fic #svt smut #stray kids fic recs #stray kids fic #stray kids smut #stray kids fluff #stray kids angst #ot8 x reader #poly skz #bts fic recs #bts fic #bts smut #bts fluff #yoongi fic #yoongi smut #taehyung fic #taehyung smut #jungkook fic #jungkook smut

[911lonestar911imagines]

Drunken night - Eddie Diaz x Reader Smut

Summary: After a drunken night it leads to multiple one night stands with Edmundo Diaz, after he goes on a date you both realize what really matters

warnings: PURE FILTH THIS IS DIRRRRRRTY SMUT

The first time you and Eddie Diaz ended up in bed together was truly a drunken mistake, you were Evan's twin and at first if Eddie was sober, he would've never even looked in your direction, but after that one night, you became like his drug, he'd purposely come over to your and your brothers apartment to 'help' with things, which would always in end with you two having sex somewhere in your apartment.

Tonight you were sure your guys' fun was ending, Eddie was on a date his Tia had set up for him, and you were lucky enough to be a babysitter for Chris. Unknown to you, Eddie wasn't planning on dating anybody except for y/n Buckley, and his plan to have you as a sitter? an excuse to have you over. As you laid on the couch staring at the ceiling, Chris being asleep for at least the last two hours, since Eddie left. As you felt yourself start to zone out, you jumped up, ready to swing the bat that was tucked under your crush's couch for safety. "You're gonna beat a man who's coming home?" Eddie gasped playfully, walking closer to the couch, frowning as you rolled your eyes plopping back down resuming your staring contest with the ceiling tiles.

"Hey, Amor..." He whispered teasingly leaning closer to you over the back of the couch "What's troubling you?" Eddie finally asked sitting down next to your legs. "How'd your date go?" You asked, not meaning to sound so cold towards him, but you cringed at the thought of another woman grabbing Eddie like you did. Eddie laughed softly resting a hand on your thigh slowly moving to hover over you, so you weren't able to avoid eye contact. Moving his arm to hold himself up from the arm rest, and using his other hand to hold your jaw straight to look at him. "You wanna know how it went, amor?" He whispered raising his eyebrows "We went to dinner, and the entire time I sat in that chair, I thought about how badly I wanted to get home to you" He whispered kissing down your neck making your entire body shudder in excitement "These last couple of weeks, mi amor" He continued, not stopping his trail of kisses towards the neckline of your shirt, which was actually his. "All I could think about was you. Wanting you here, I can see you everytime I got home, not sneaking around" He whispered before kissing you deeply, you could feel a knot forming in your stomach as he bit your bottom lip, sliding his tongue into your mouth as he let his free hand roam your body, taking in every inch.

Eddie took you by surprise as he easily lifted you up, wrapping your legs around his waist as he carried you towards his bedroom, his lips never leaving yours "I love you" He whispered against your lips before dropping you onto his mattress, your legs still linked around his waist "I love you too" You whispered back, grabbing the sides of his jacket pulling him closer, taking your turn to kiss his jawline slowly "I've missed my Edmundo" You whispered tracing your hands up and down his chest as you left hickeys down his neck, smirking as you felt his manly demeanor falter, his knees buckling under him "Fuck, mi amor" He grunted grabbing the back of your neck, hovering over you again as he kissed you deeply, grinding against you. You bit down on his bottom lip trying to muffle your moan the best you could "E-Eddi-" You were cut off by him pulling away making intense eye contact with you, you felt nervous under his gaze, he looked almost dangerous.

"I've got you, mi princesa" He whispered softly, before pulling his shirt off of you, kissing down your chest, growling against your skin as you tightened your legs around him, grinding against the obvious bulge in his jeans. Grunting, Eddie undid his belt, tossing it to the side as he shoved his jeans down, stroking himself a few times, as he watched you squirm impatiently "te tengo princesa" He whispered as he pulled off your night pants, followed by your underwear. Eddie bit his lip hard, he couldn't help it, the way you looked so desperate laying on his bed, under him because you were his woman, and somehow you managed to make desperate look knee buckling hot.

You growled, growing impatient with him, you pulled him closer, squealing quietly as he pushed into you, you could feel yourself screeching around his size. "Lord help me" He panted as he leaned on his elbows, giving you the perfect opportunity to kiss his chest softly, leaving deep hickeys where you could. Eddie panted leaning his head down to look at you before starting to thrust his hips, you gasped digging your nails into his back, that just fueled him more, almost fucking you so hard the bedpost would occasionally hit the wall. "Fucking hell, Eddie, what's gotten into you?" You panted between moans, you guys had fucked, but he was never like this "You. All I fucking think about is you, anywhere I look. You've fucking ruined me" He panted as his thrusts never faulted, you were so worked up, you could barely hear him, moaning into his hand as he kept it there to keep you quiet. "I can't think of anything without remembering how you sounded cumming for me for the first time" He whispered in your ear, you whined loudly trying to pull him closer to you, wanting to feel him deeper, faster, harder.

"What, mi amor? Is this not enough?" He asked teasingly, resting his hands on your hips, turning you onto your hands and knees before fucking you again, this time at alot faster pace. "H-Harder, please Eddie" You begged tugging his hair, this triggered something in Eddie, his thrusts became a lot rougher, but never slowing in speed. You felt like you were going to explode, only being able to repeat Eddie's name like it was a prayer. You could feel Eddie's hip stutter for a moment, his knuckles tightening as his hold on the sheets and your wrists as you felt him cum, feeling the warmth flow inside of you. You moaned his name loudly as his thrusts returned back to his original speed, your legs quickly closed around his waist, you entire body shaking as an orgasm ripped through you. Eddie grunted, releasing your wrists as he kissed you deeply "That's it, baby, you can do it" He whispered against your lips, you whined loudly, overstimulated your legs tried to close to give yourself a break, but Eddie wasn't stopping, you two had an agreement, tap out (Saying stop, no more, etc) or knock out (Fuck till you can't take it anymore).

He lifted you back into his arms, letting you lean against his bedroom wall as he continued sliding in and out of you, watching as you threw your head back against the wall "Fuck, you look so fucking hot taking all of me like that, baby" He panted holding your throat gently, just tight enough to apply pressure "E-Eddie! I-I can't-" You stuttered pushing your hand between the both of you, your legs were shaking so bad from overstimulation, you didn't think you'd ever walk again, the knot in your stomach was almost painful, but Eddie's dick continued to brush against your cervix walls, you could feel his cum start to smear against your inner thighs. "Yes you can, you're my girl, you can take it, you know your words" Eddie grunted, bottoming out inside of you before rolling his hips, you dug your nails into his back again, your body shaking and spasming as your 3rd orgasm ripped through you almost painfully, but honestly? the pain just made you twice as wet.

You bit your lip, tears brimming your eyes from overstimulation as Eddie slowed his thrusts, but didn't quite stop "Fuck I'm almost there Mi amor, please baby" He begged, you could tell by his face he wanted to cum bad, so you slowly pulled him out of you, much to his disliking "Please, please baby, just need to cum, please baby" He begged, basically on his knees, taking to opportunity to lick a bold strip right across your clit, you almost fell to the floor as you moaned loudly "get up" you demanded, Eddie slowly stood to his feet as you slowly sat on your knees "you dont- Oh!" Eddie moaned out in shock as you immediately took his cock down your throat, his hand found it's way to the back of your head, guiding your head up and down as you swallowed around him. It wasn't long before you felt the warm substance starting to run down your throat. Looking up Eddie was laid flat on the bed, you could see his chest rising and falling rapidly as he attempted to catch his breath, as you slowly and shakily stood up, Eddie's hand was quick to gently tug you down onto the bed with him, pulling you close to his bare chest.

"You really love me?.." You asked after a moment, breaking the comforting sounds of Eddie's humming, his hand still running through your hair, trying to get any tangles out "I do, mi amor, more than anything in this world, other than my son, nobody can top him" Eddie whispered before chuckling "I really love you then too..and agreed, I love Christopher more too, he's a great kid" You smiled, resting your hand over the tattoo the wrapped around his forearm. "I'm really glad we got drunk that night.." He whispered pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head, you leaned closer into his touch as he continued humming quietly, Eddie adored you, no matter how messy your hair, or rough you look, he could never find a flaw, you were perfect in his eyes in every possible way.

Now only thing left is to find a way to tell your brother and Eddie's best friend.

#911 abc #eddie diaz #eddie diaz x reader #eddie diaz smut #evan buckley #bobby nash #maddie buckley #howard han #chimney han #christopher diaz #edmundo diaz #edmundo eddie diaz #edmundo diaz x reader

[deltaromeo3]

ᴍᴇɪɴ ꜱᴄʜᴀᴛᴢ ⋆ Mick Schumacher

pairing: mick schumacher x teammate!reader

summary: “we don’t meet people by accident, they cross our paths for a reason.”

warnings: this is a long one! google translated german…💀

✮ mein leibe - my love

✮ mein schatz - my treasure

✮ mein podiumssiter - my podium sitter

シ A/N: just a little something for the Mick girlies🫶🏼 ps. lets just pretend that Mick isnt a reserve driver!!!! also lets just pretend 2019 was 2 years back LOL.

It all started two years back, when you had just transferred from Alpha Tauri to Mercedes, but Covid suddenly hit.

Video conferences were a thing and Mercedes was holding a team meeting online. Everyone was required to join.

This was a regular thing and often times they would just go over talks about where the team will be moving forward and so on so you didn’t really pay that much attention.

Suddenly, your phone dings. It was from an unknown number but you knew it was from Mick because the text read,

“Do you understand what Toto is talking about?”

You quickly saved his number before replying to his text, not realising a smile has made its way to your face. It’s unexpected really, you weren’t really close to Mick. He’s much closer to Jack and Sebastian.

“Not at all. I’m not listening. Are you?”

You looked up at your laptop screen, realising Mick was smiling to himself.

“That makes two of us then.”

Little did you know, this was the start of something bigger.

★★★

From then on, the two of you just grew closer and closer. He would bring you around on his bike.

You remembered how you didn’t have a helmet so you had to use his spare race helmet. But when your birthday came, Mick had gifted you your own even though you didn’t ask for one. You were happy nonetheless because it meant more rides around with him.

The two of you were always caught on camera always together, like that time in Singapore when it was raining. The camera caught Mick rubbing your sides so that you would warm up. They even caught Mick hugging you from the back whilst you were talking to Toto. You remembered this day clearly because you managed to clinch a Mercedes 1-2 with Mick by your side.

It was like the two of you were joined at the hip, everywhere he went, you were there and vice versa. Even during the drivers briefing, he would sit next to you even when there were plenty of empty seats all around.

And when you won your first podium, Mick was there, cheering you on the loudest.

After you came down from the stage, he immediately engulfed you in a hug, congratulating you, not even caring that you were sticky from the champagne.

Of course, not far behind were his mom and his sister, who were already walking towards you with open arms, ready to congratulate you.

“Liebling, darling, now you have no excuses not to come for dinner. Come, let’s celebrate your win!”

You looked over to Mick, he was smiling at you with his gleaming green eyes, hopeful that you would accept his mother’s offer.

“Cmon y/n!” Gina says.

“Okay okay, ich komme! I’ll come!”

She goes wide eyed, “You can speak german?”

You laughed at her reaction, “A little.” You pursed two fingers together. “Mick is teaching me, I’m still learning!”

She looks over to Mick, whispering something to him.

Mick chuckles, “Ich weiss. Ich werde versuchen Mama,” was all you heard. But that didn’t do you much good did it? I know… something-something… Mama.

Good god this was definitely a sign for you to take up German so you can understand the gossip between Mick and his mom better.

You looked at Gina, hoping she would translate it to you.

“Don’t look at me! I’ve no idea what she said to Mick,”

You smacked her arm, “You’re lying!”

She laughs.

★★★

Of course, everyone had their suspicions, but nobody spoke up and you didn’t think anything of it. Not until Jack came up to you.

Mick had invited you to come surf with him and Jack. You had always wanted to try surfing so you tagged along.

You were new to this so you really had no idea what you were doing, but lucky for you, Mick was there to teach you the ropes. After multiple attempts, you managed to ride a wave.

“That’s it! You got it mein schatz!”

After tiredly trying to surf, you decided to take a break, now seated down when Jack came and joined you. Mick was still busy chasing waves.

“Y/N,” He says as he sat down beside you.

“Jack,” You replied.

“He’s good, you know.”

“What, at surfing? Yeah you got that right.”

Jack shakes his head as he laughs to himself.

“No, not that you idiot!” He smacks his forehead. “I meant, he’s good for you. And you’re good for him, y’know?”

“Thanks…? What’s that supposed to mean?”

He shrugs, quickly walking off after he sips his drink.

You didn’t think much of it, brushing his comment off because deep down you knew Mick didn’t like you like that.

★★★

ABU DHABI

It was finally the end of the season. Last race down, and now you were on your way to spend Christmas with the Schumachers.

Initially, Mick asked where you were gonna be this Christmas and you replied with “at home.”

and he thought home was with your family, but after your Dad passed, home was your flat in Monaco.

He was appalled that you were gonna spend your Christmas, all alone in a flat with no Christmas tree and decorations.

“Mein schatz, how about you come spend Christmas with me instead?”

You stopped packing your stuff, “That’s so sweet of you Mick, but I can’t do that. I don’t wanna trouble you and your family,”

He gasps, “Der unsinn! nonsense! Mama and Gina would be more then happy to have you around! In fact, they asked if you were coming.”

You smiled, “Really? If it’s no bother to y-“

He interjects by placing a finger on your lips. “Pack what you need. I’ll pick you up tomorrow,”

You nodded in response but quickly panicked, “Oh my God Mick! I don’t have gifts for them!”

He laughs, “Don’t worry mein schatz. Those are not important,”

And so here you are, in Switzerland, en route to the Schumacher residence. Gina was driving the car while Mick was asleep behind at the passenger seat. You were seated in front, beside Gina.

“I’m so happy you decided to join us. Mama has been talking non-stop about your arrival!”

You smiled at her remark.

“I really didn’t want to trouble your family, but Mick insisted I come when he heard I was gonna spend Christmas alone,”

Gina chuckles, “I think my brother has taken a liking to you, don’t you think?” She turns to look at you for a second before quickly looking back at the road.

“Yeah you’re not the first to say that…”

★★★

After you insist you help to clean up dinner because that’s the least you could do, you excused yourself, making your way to the balcony where it overlooked the huge backyard. Not to mention, the stars were particularly bright that night.

You leaned over the railing, looking at the scenery upon you, taking it all in, realising this is probably one of the best (if not the best) Christmas’ you’ve ever had. Your eyes welled with tears, extremely grateful to have spent Christmas with Mick and his family and not alone, sipping your sorrows away on a glass of wine.

You were so engrossed in your own feelings you didn’t even realise Mick was standing in the doorway.

“You okay mein schatz?” He asks as he walks over to you, hugging you from the back as he places his head on the crook of your neck.

You quickly wiped your tears, “I’m good. Just happy. Thank you Mick,”

He smiles, “Don’t worry about it. We’re happy to have you here.”

He lets go of the hug, walking off but he quickly returns with a mug.

“Here,” He says, passing you the mug. “Mama made hot chocolate,” You took a sip, moaning because it was delicious and it was just what you needed.

He suddenly giggles when he looks at you.

“What’s so funny?” You start to giggle when you heard him giggle.

“Y-you have a lil’ s-something,” He says mid laughter, pointing to your upper lip.

“Oh here?” You said as you touched your upper lip. “You’ve got a little something too!” You said as you point at his upper lip.

The both of you laugh, realising that you each had a foam moustache.

“Come here,” Mick gestures and you leaned forward. He swipes his thumb over your upper lip, wiping the foam away, afterwards sucking it clean off his thumb.

“There, no more moustache.” He smiles.

Flustered at his sudden action, “W-what about you?” You asked, trying to play it cool. He quickly licks it clean.

“You’re so silly Mick,” You smiled at his antics.

“Yeah? Tell me something I don’t know,”

Unbeknownst to you, Corinna and Gina caught this little moment.

“Glaubst du, dass Micki sie mag? Do you think Micki likes her?” Gina whispers to her mother.

“Mag sie? Dein Bruder ist verliebt. Likes her? Your brother is in love.” Corinna whispers to Gina.

Gina lets out a soft chuckle, “Glaubst du, sie weib es? Do you think she knows?”

Corinna chuckles, “Ich glaube nicht, dass sie es wissen. I don’t think they know.”

“Sollten wir etwas dagegen tun? should we do something about it?”

Corinna shakes her head.

★★★

Now back home in Monaco, you were unpacking your luggage when you suddenly spot a paper bag you’ve not seen before.

Curious, you took it out, opening it to reveal the contents inside.

There were a pair of white Chanel fluffy slides (you took a liking to them after seeing Gina wearing a black pair), a framed photo and a small square box.

It was a photo of a 1-2 podium of you and Mick back in Singapore. There was writing on the glass, “To many more wins with you, mein podiumssitter! :)”

You smiled, proceeding to open the small square box, only to realise it was a necklace of the Circuit de Monaco, your favourite track, and also where you got your first podium.

You shook the bag just to make sure there was nothing else inside but to your surprise, an envelope came dropping out.

It was a letter from Mick.

“I remember the day we met. You always think it’s on that conference call but you were wrong!

It was on that day when we had to do the pre season shoot. I remember I had no one else to talk to that day other than Toto, but as soon as you waved at me, I knew that we would be the best of friends. Never would I have thought that I’d be here… writing you this.

We have been friends for some time now; and not one day has gone by without me thinking of you. And when I do, the biggest smile comes across my face. I feel warm all over whenever i’m with you.

I thought this would pass, but when you came over and spent Christmas with my family I knew that this wasn’t something temporary.

You mean so much to me. I don’t know how to tell you face to face so I am going to put my feelings into words on a paper.

Mein schatz, ich habe mich schon vor so langer zeit in dich verliebt, und obwohl ich nicht weib, was du für mich fühlst, könnte ich keinen weiteren tag verstreichen lassen, ohne dir zu sagen, was ich empfinde.

(My treasure, I fell in love with you so long ago and while I don't know how you feel about me, I couldn't go another day without telling you how I feel.)

Lots of love, Mick.”

You jaw was now on the floor. This is unreal, absolutely unreal.

You quickly took your phone, clicking his contact, calling him up.

The line rings, and rings, and finally,

“Schatz,” Mick says, in a sleepy voice.

“Mick,” Your voice cracks.

“Schatz? Ist alles in Ordnung? is everything okay?” You hear ruffling on his side.

“Mick, Ich… habe mich… auch in… dich verliebt. I fell in love with you too. Did I say that right?” You struggled your way through the sentence, stuttering like an idiot.

Mick lets out a soft chuckle, afterwards the line goes silent. “Wait, you feel the same?”

“Yes silly! That is why I’m calling you!”

You heard whoops and cheers from him. He quickly clears his throat, “I’m glad I listened to Mama,”

“Why?”

“Remember she whispered something to me? That day when you got podium in Monaco?”

“Yeah?”

“She said ‘sie ist ein guter Mick, ich mag sie. Behalte sie, ja?’ Which means, she’s good Mick. I like her. Keep her will you?” He chuckles as he recalls back to that day.

You let out a soft chuckle, “Gosh I should really start learning German so I can better understand the gossip happening around me,”

Mick laughs, “Meine leibe, as long as youre with me you don’t have to worry about that,”

#f1 x you #f1 #f1 imagines #deltaromeo3 #mick schumacher x y/n #mick schumacher x reader #mick schumacher x driver!reader #mick schumacher x teammate!reader #mick schumacher x you #f1 driver #mick schumacher imagine #mick schumacher one shot #mick schumacher fic #mick schumacher

[mrslankyman]

R U Mine?

Mike Schmidt x (fem) reader

-no fnaf in this timeline-

Shorter than usual sorry

The clouds outside suggested a thunder storm later on. There had been a lot of rain here lately anyways. I headed up the small walk way to Mikes home. Knocking ever so lightly.

Mike opened the door. His black hoodie and jeans on. His brown hair ruffled ever so slightly. “Hey come in.” His voice gave way that he was sleeping before I arrived.

I stepped inside and looked around as he closed the door. He was being quiet so I assume Abby was also asleep. Rain had that tempting sound to make anyone wanna fall asleep. Mike sure looked like he needed a good nap. Not in a bad way it’s just.. I always notice the bags under his eyes.

“You been doing okay?” He shot me a question as he walked to his couch to have a seat. I followed after and sat down beside him. A little too close this time. I felt our arms brush. I didn’t give much of a reaction just leaned away. But I could see the blush on Mikes face.

“Yeah I’ve been good. What about you?” I asked softly turning my head to him. He looked down at his lap before turning his head to meet my gaze. “I’ve been.. okay.” He answered as honestly as he could.

A small smile displayed on my face. I knew how hard he worked at this mall security job. How he tried his best to keep Abby. I was only the baby sitter but me and Mike had become friends. I would hope so at least. I’ve been watching Abby for about 6 months now.

“You know if you have a day off and just wanna sleep I can take Abby to my apartment. You need to sleep sometime Mike.” I patted his hand. I could feel him hesitate on wether to pull it away or not. Surprisingly he let it stay. Giving me a thankful look. His brown eyes were cloudy with stress, worry and other emotions.

“I’m here for you Mike. You don’t gotta be afraid to ask for help.” I whisper softly giving him a kind look. In turn seeing his face once again grow a darker shade of red. “Yeah.. thanks.” Was the only answer I got. I could see he was getting nervous. For what? I had no clue.

He leaned away from me and sighed. He didn’t move his hand though. Mine still sitting on top of his. He kept his there. Until Abby came out that’s when he moved it. That’s also when he said good bye. He was off to work. I just hoped he could drive safely in the rain.

——

It wasn’t unusual for Mike to call. He did it every once in a while. To say a shift of his has changed or that he needed you to come by early. Tonight was different. It was about 9 pm. Why is he calling?

I got up and answered my phone. Leaning against the wall and played with the coiled wire.

“Hello..?” I could hear Mikes disheveled voice on the other end. Was he crying?

“Hey Mike, everything okay?” Concern laced my voice.

“Umm.. no. Could you.. could you come over? Please..” he whispered. He must not want Abby to hear him. Which broke my heart more. How he tried to cover up his pain so his sister doesn’t see..

“Yeah I’ll be over in a few.” My answer was quick. I hung up the phone before he could say good bye. I put on my shoes and quickly rushed to my car. Driving the 5 minutes it took to get to Mikes house.

/

I make it to his house and slowly walk up to the front door. Before I could knock it swings open. Mike standing in-front of me. Sure enough. There were tears in his eyes. “Mike is everything okay?” I asked searching his face for any clues as to why he was like this. “Can you just.. come in?” He asked so quietly I almost didn’t hear him. I nodded and stepped inside. He closed the door and headed to the couch. Sitting down and letting his head lean back. I sat beside him. Closer this time. Our thighs touching, arms brushed against each other and shoulders close. He closed his eyes and softly cried.

For reasons unknown to me. He sobbed quietly. I slowly pulled him towards me. Saying it’s okay softly and pulling into a hug. He slowly accepted and wrapped his arms around me. His face landed in the crook of my neck. I could feel his tears hit my skin.

“Why are you crying Mike?” I ask quietly as I rub his back in a circular motion. “I keep having those dreams..” He said between sobs. Those dreams about his brother. You knew of them. How he used nature noises to sleep. How every-time he’d dream of Garret he was unsuccessful in saving him.

“I’m never gonna find out who did this to him.. I’m a failure and a terrible brother..” he squeezed me tighter. I almost forgot how muscular he truly was. Till now.

“You’re not a failure Mike. I know you’re not a terrible brother. Abby thinks you’re great. What happened with Garret was not your fault.” I soothed him. Slowly running hand up. Grazing it through his brown hair. He let out a small sigh. Leaning his head back to look at me.

“Thank you..” he whispered and stared at me. Debating on something. Was he going to say something else? His eyes displayed a fight in his mind. Of what I had no clue again. He was so difficult to read.

“Wanna know something funny?” He asked finally in such a strangely serious way. I nodded in response. “When I’m at work. It’s the last place I wanna be. I think about coming home and seeing you. Playing with Abby. Having fun. Cooking dinner. How that’s all I want.” He stared at me. His eyes having a admiring look.. why?

“What do you mean Mike..?” I ask softly. When did he get so close to my face?

“I’ve been wanting to ask you this for ever now.. our glances. Our hand touching. Sitting too close on the couch… how you ask to come over on Saturdays to play with Abby and they end with us watching a movie together..” he went on. Pooling out his emotions. His face was red. The tears had dried up mostly. “You comfort me and you make me feel.. something. Something I’ve been afraid of feeling for someone else..” he leaned closer. So close I could feel his breath.

“Are you mine?” He asked so quietly. His voice filled with sadness, heartache, and fear. He was scared. Scared of my reply. Scared this would be the end of the road. Not only would he lose a friend, his sisters friend, his baby sitter, but also the only person who’s made him feel happiness in a long time.

“You got me Mike.” I whispered softly. His lips sealed my reply with a kiss. Surprisingly his lips were soft. I titled my head a little. His right hand slid up to cup my cheek. Pulling me closer. The kiss wasn’t like any I’ve had before. This was a hungry kiss. From someone who’s never had this feeling. The pull he had on me was something else. The kiss became more urgent as it went on.

Everytime we’d pull away to breathe he’d pull me right back in. His lips moving in sync with mine. Before I knew it I was on his lap. Making out with him and running my hands through his hair.

The worries of his dreams, rent, custody battle, and work left him. He was in the place he wanted to me. With the one girl he wanted to be with. He deserved these few minutes of pure bliss.

Our lips unconnected and we stared at each other. Eyes lingering.

“Are you just mine tonight..? Or are you mine?” He asked this question in such a way it sent butterflies to my stomach. He was doubting this was real. But his voice was so low and his eyes were needy. He needed my reply to be a yes.

“I’m yours.” My simple reply gave him all he needed to kiss me again.

#mike schimdt x reader #mike schmidt #fnaf movie #fnaf #fnaf fanfic #josh hutcherson

[centuriespast]

Elizabeth French, a Woman with Horns unknown artist

The sitter was born at Tenterden in Kent. She had a horn-like growth at the back of her head 10 inches long and several smaller stumps. The horn was not attached to her skull and caused pain if pressure was applied. She was hired by a Mr Fauks for a number of years until she broke her horn, which was bought by Sir Hans Sloane. This information comes from the mount of an aquatint portrait of the sitter.

Wellcome Collection

[resplendentoutfit]

The painting: Claude Monet (French, 1848-1928) • Women in the Garden • 1866 • Musée d’Orsay, Paris

The Dress: Day Dress • American • 1862–64 • White cotton piqué with black soutache • The Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York

The Painting: Claude Monet (French, 1848-1928) • Portrait of Madame Gaudibert • 1868

The outfit: French ensemble • 1865/67 • Gray silk faille with cashmere shawl from India • Usually worn over the shoulders or in the crook of the arms • Metropolitan Museum of Art

The painting: Paul-Albert Bartholomé (French, 1848-1928) • In the Greenhouse • 1881 (the sitter is Bartholomé's wife)

The dress: Sewn from white cotton printed with purple stripes and dots, this summer gown was made by an unknown French seamstress around 1880.

These three paintings and their companion outfits were part of a large exhibition, Impressionism, Fashion, and Modernity, at The Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York, February, 2013.

#art #painting #art history #impressionism #art exhibitions #fine art #paul-albert bartholomé #claude monet #dresses in paintings #fashion history #historical fashion #historical clothing #19th century women's fashion #the resplendent outfit #art blogs on tumblr #oil painting #the metropolitan museum of art #french artists #museum aesthetic

[hauntedbystorytelling]

Atelier Manassé (1922–1938) ~ Actress Thyra Winge, ca. 1925 | src Ostlicht

Although the reverse labels the sitter as “Thyra Winge” this is most likely a pseudonym for the Hungarian actress and dancer Bea Egerváry (b. 1916, date of death unknown). Egerváry had studied ballet under Emília Nirschy (1889-1976) in 1926, before starting her prolific career dancing and acting in Vienna, Berlin, Munich, Paris and Rome throughout the late 1920s and 1930s. In 1946, she moved permanently to Berlin, after which little is known about her life. (text quoted from sisters of the lens)

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#Atelier Manassé #Bea Egervary #Olga Spolarics #Adorja’n von Wlassics #Atelier Manasse #atelier manasse #danseuse #actress #foto salon manassé #manasse #portrait #Porträt #retrato #ritratto #portret #retrat #Bildnis #Tänzerin #role portrait #Rollenporträt #Rollenfoto #schauspielerin #studio manassé #1920s #studio manasse #women artists #Thyra Winge #Bea Egerváry #dancer #danzatrice

[galleryofunknowns]

Unknown Artist, 'Portrait of a Nun', oil on canvas, no date (1700s), Italian, for sale for est. 500 - 800 EUR at Wannenes Old & 19th Century Paintings Sale, Italy, 2022.

Inscribed to upper left 'Sor. Francesca Teresa/Del Spirito Santo/Carmelitana Scalsa'.

#unknown artist #unknown sitter #inscription #oil on canvas #1700s #italian #wannenes #italy #nun #religious

[realcatalina]

Do you think this could be a portrait of Mary I? I see a strong resemblance to other portraits of Mary and I believe the hood might be identical to the one in the Fitzwilliam portrait by Hans Eworth. The lady in the Fitzwilliam portrait has a much thinner face, but we need to keep in mind that Mary was frequently ill and her weight fluctuated (Venetian ambassador Giovanni Michieli once commented that "the Queen's face has lost flesh greatly since I was last with her [two months earlier]")

This painting is Minneapolis Institute of Art, as Unknown woman from c.1550(imo it's earlier than that, mid to late 1540s).

According to them it is by unknown artist, imo it's early workshop of Eworth. Workshops are harder to artribute to. It's the time when Eworth's work should be at its best. Far better quality than later in Mary I's reign. Possibly due to Holbein's pupils working as part of this workshop, or it is by one of Holbein's fallowers of pretty good skill(John Bettes the Elder comes to mind).

The jewelry and embroidery is consistant with nobility of the time, i see no jewel known to be part of royal collection or worn by Mary.

Billements on french hood included. Similiar shape of hood, is not same as identical hood. (FitzWilliam portrait has solid golden billements, this one doesn't. FitzWilliam shows more of coif? white around ear, consistent with later style.)

I have read somewhere in past that pattern of embroidery in this portrait could point to it being member of certain noble family-because it resembles their coat of arms, but i can't remember which. So I can say if it is correct.

In closeup more details can be observed:

Particularly interesting is that the shape of french hood and way hair are styled(down) is not consistent with any other known depiction. It is transitional style. Probably one of first few appearances of this shape of french hood(being this flat). Imo it could be as early as mid 1540s. But more likely it is 2nd half of 1540s, worn by somebody who didn't wish to let go of older styling of the hair. I'd still though lean towards 1546 rather than 1549, if you catch my drift.

Another things to note is the hair are dark strawberry blond and the brows are visible. Very common issue for woman with red or reddish hair, is that they have too light brows and they appear invisible.

Mary had nearly invisible brows in portraits during her reign and in FitzWilliam portrait(towards end of Edward's reign).

But since this is likely at end of Henry VIII's or early into Edward VI's reign, it is possible this detail doesn't prove it is Mary. Because this can change with age and due to artist. Catherine of Aragon in several depictions had visible brows, very similiar to this shade. In others she had no visible brows. A miniature earlier from Mary's life shows no visible brows, but you can't trust miniatures that much about this.

Mary for most of her life, tended to not be skinny, so at that age I'd expect this roundness of the face.(But as you said, during reign of Edward and later as Queen, her weight was bit of havoc due to illnesses.)

Eyes in the portrait are grey,(max grey-blue or hazel), which is consistant with Mary's portraiture. The nostrils are very alike Mary's, nosetip similiar to some depictions. Similiar shape of mouth.

There is indeed great deal of resemblence.

Yet somehow, it doesn't look like her to me. Something is off.

Could be different artist taking on the same features, workshops can have drastically different depictions of same person.

I cannot rule out it is Mary and that might be sometimes as far as you get when you try to identify portrait.

However the similiarities in face could be there also due to family resemblence.

More i look into historical portraits, more i am convinced Mary I took way more after Henry VIII's side of family than we're lead to believe So did Elizabeth, and presumably lots of their cousins.

Bear in mind Elizabeth of Woodville's sisters married into many prominent noble families, so we're not talking just Greys or children of York princesses. But way more many cousins, you don't think of as related to Mary.

Since Henry VII and Richard III looked very alike despite being only distant cousins, we cannot rule out descendants of Woodvilles and Tudors looked alike.

(+Parr's features were way more similiar to Mary's then we realise. But frankly, this is not sumptuous enough for Parr as Queen.)

(The resemblence can be also random. But that is worst case scenario for us.)

Another thing(and often overlooked detail in portraits) are the hands:

I mean they could be painted out, but have you ever seen Mary I without single ring? I haven't.(That black dot looks like abrasion to me, not a ring.)

I think it is the mouth which doesn't fit to me. Mary's mouth is not usually this narrow this late into her age(as child it was). Could be smiling vs no smile, but just as her mother in portraits Mary tended to smile. Always rather broad smile.

Here the face has different feel. Different set of emotions. Different personality I'd say.

You know sometimes it can be hard to tell these two apart:

Elizabeth had hazel eyes, not brown-hence hers can look grey in portraits. She had strawberry blond hair(at times more to light red.) Features very alike to Mary's.

(Although seeing Mary's nose here, you could argue the person has exact same nose(nostrils especially look same).)

Tbh I don't know who that woman is. Could be Mary, there is enough resemblence to say possibly it could be her. However I don't think it is prudent to focus on her solely. There are other posibilities and at this moment we won't figure this out. There is not enough to go with.

What would help would be some clue in the outfit or period record describing it as certain sitter. This was my quick dive into this, I might do deeper dive into it in future.

#historical portraits #unknown sitter

[marzipanandminutiae]

guys, you won’t believe what I just found in the antique shop.

(Photograph, tinted, hand-labeled on the back with “London, 1895.”  Sitter unknown.)

She. Does not seem particularly happy, does she? Of course the convention back then was to adopt one’s natural resting expression, but that scar(?) on her forehead looks infected or something. I hope her life got better, whoever she was...

(Happy Halloween!)

#halloween #my face #dracula #mina harker #cosplay #(my housemate did the burn scar; they love doing SFX makeup #(fun fact: the book is a 1920s copy of Dracula)

[valdaycare-au]

How come exactly all of them got hired or found the job? (Like for example how did Sasha, who is literally from the russian tundra, found a babysitter job to be fitting, and how did all of them got to be in the exact same workplace???)

Heya! Iris here, in charge of most of the writing (the post text and even some of the in-character responses for the ask submissions) and lore alongside Domi who was in charge of the beautiful, crispy, amazing art you guys are being served with our blog! Now yes, there is lore, there is a story to be told about all of these and we actually planned to do a weekly post about the backstory of how the daycare came to be and how all of the sitters ended up in Little Wonders but both Domi and I are college students and alongside with the submissions, we got dumped so none of the lore tidbits we initially planned are done.

I do, however, have written very juicy notes about that so we'll give you a little preview of the sitter's backstories.

Please take note that this is written within the convenience that all of the agents are living in the same country (or in this case, are immigrants and/or have been born in said undisclosed country) and that the tale of their residence in that country isn't within the scope of this AU. After all, it is quite realistic for other ethnicities to move in and live in other countries for their own reasons.

So, let's begin! (I apologize in advance for the poor verb tenses [i made sure to beta read it, of course] and the google translated spanish. I should really get a hold of my past duolingo lessons 😔)

Sage - Ling Ying Wei

So she is the one that started it all. Little Wonders was quite the old daycare center and as an immigrant in a foreign country, it was quite hard to land a job because of racism and other horrible human things that weren't really inherently helpful. She landed the job at Little Wonders who was owned by an unknown individual who wanted to build a daycare. But the economical inflation caused prices to skyrocket, and the expenses in the daycare had grown demanding—Ying Wei ended up being alone after the owner and everyone else left due to the lack of budget and the loss of their clients because it has gotten unaffordable. (In short, you know those games like Lily's Garden? Yeah, she's Lily and the daycare is her garden.) Ying Wei felt lost, so she decided to vent it out to a friend and this friend decided to help out.

Skye - Kirra Foster

Kirra was the friend to the rescue. Having met in a forum online years (if not decades) ago, Ying Wei and Kirra are tight-knit and are like two peas in a pod that were separated from each other and had been joined again. She is, to put it simply, one of those dedicated online friends that you have. (Except that she actually managed to meet Ying Wei a couple of times and unlike most of us.)

In any case, Kirra heard that Ying Wei was suffering and told her everything. She flew to the country to console her, talk, and eventually offered to help her restore the daycare in its former glory for the reason that it held a special place in her friend's heart. She thought that it was quite absurd—why would Ying Wei, a normal employee, be left with this bankrupt daycare when it's supposed to be the owner's responsibility to rebuild it again? But nonetheless, she stayed and told Ying Wei that she'll only stick around once the repairs and the recuperation is done but like her internet bestie, she grew fond and excited for the daycare's great comeback.

We'll get through this, Ying Wei, you and I. You're the bloody rightful owner of this daycare, 'n we'll make it prosper again, yeah? [redacted] isn't going to get a single penny from when you finally make this work, hear me?

Kirra, I legally do not own the daycare nor do I hold the title. They're still going to get a cent.

Eh, fuck that! I'm telling ya, Ying, if they do come back, we're going to demand full ownership of this place, yeah? Cheer up, mate.

Sova - Sasha Novikov

He was a man destined for greatness—until some tragedy happened that had completely scraped his dream and his career down the drain. Immigrating to a different country, Sasha worked as a salaryman with a discouraged outlook in life. Despite being discouraged, he worked hard and diligently and earned promotions and raises to accompany his loyalty and services. But sometimes life grows bleaker and Sasha thought that his journey as a salaryman was now coming to a close. He decided that he wanted to do something meaningful and thought of jobs that would make him feel fulfilled—finding the hiring poster for Little Wonders flying right to his face (literally). He thought he wouldn't be accepted considering his experiences as a sitter was lacking, but he did. He immediately proved himself to Ying Wei and Kirra and became a formidable member of Little Wonders.

Wh-what the—? A hiring poster for a daycare?

Chamber - Vincent Fabron

Being a Frenchman born in a life of nobility and privilege; Vincent found himself enjoying life in another country after moving in with his parents after graduating with latin honors in Mechanical Engineering in France. It's not like his parents told him to get a job anyway and there's a vast new world to explore; so explore he did. Unfortunately, Vincent got carried away and ended up spending more and more until he was reprimanded by parents who didn't exactly care but felt like they should hold him off anyway.

He was forced to get a job. And getting a job wasn't exactly easy even with connections. If it were in France, he would've landed a job easy but this is a different country. He was forced to grovel. 5 months had passed, and he still wasn't able to find a job. In a moment of desperation, he found the job listing as a babysitter and for some miraculous reason, he was accepted. Maybe it was his strong demeanor, maybe it's his suave and silver tongue, but Vincent who only knew how to take care of dogs ended up as pretty problematic babysitter who tolerates children more than caring for them. Due to the lack of manpower, Ying Wei couldn't bring herself to fire him. He did and still does try to do his job properly and has resorted into doing administrative work more than actual babysitting for the daycare. (But with the presence of new competition, he finds himself working with the kids once more as he now sees his job being compromised.)

Madame Ling, I finally caught them like you requested.

VINCENT WHY ARE YOU HOLDING THOSE KIDS BY THEIR SHIRTS?! ARE YOU INSANE?!

Gekko - Mateo Armendáriz de la Fuente

Wanting to create money for himself and get a working experience from all those seminars his mother (practically) forced him to attend, young and bright Mateo applied for the job recently as a part-timer for the daycare under the recommendation of his family friend and considered aunt, Zyanya Mondragon (who has connections with Miss Ling but that will be elaborated in the future, hopefully?)

As a bubbly and cheerful young man with hopes and dreams (which the other sitters envy), he drew the attention of the children with extreme ease and was regarded as the rising rookie within the staff as he easily befriended the children and played with them. While Vincent saw and has since labelled the college student as a threat (just a little bitter), Sasha and Ying Wei found him as a great addition to the team and had considered hiring him as a full-time babysitter once he graduated college. Mateo is currently majoring in Architecture.

Tienes esto, pequeño. You underwent training, you even got a certification for babysitting specifically. You said you want to earn a little more money so you don't burden your mother, don't you?

L-lo sé, lo sé... I'm just worried that the kids I'll take care of won't like me... you know. They're kinda brutal, mi reina.

Ay, you're a nice kid, Mateo. Cree más en ti mismo, ¿por favor? You're going to do just fine.

Okay, okay, okay.

____________________________

In any case, these can still change overtime until it can be finalized. In the meantime, we both just want to have fun for now and enjoy writing how the sitters react to people wanting to date them. Would there be a dating sim revolving the mommies and daddies—I mean, the sitters in the future? No. JK. Unless? 🤨

We're glad that you're also having fun with this silly little AU that we have! (Hopefully you guys stick around us because we seriously have so much in store. We haven't even introduced the parents yet, but make your guesses!!) All the best and thank you so much for 100 followers here on Tumblr!!

We also created a Twitter/X Account too, yes this is an actual link and not a sentence I wanted to underline for emphasis (because we both thought that Domi might want to separate some non-AU art from her account, but we both love the reach it gives her). Please give us a follow! We love you!

-Iris and Domi

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[cevansbaby-dove]

Hey , I have a request for a Glen Powell one-shot story: can you do one that a reader who is from & living Austin, Texas. On one summer afternoon, while she was going for a walk, she ran into the actor, and he said sorry, then they started having a conversation, and he wanna take her out on a date.

My very first ask for the sexy guy thanks love!!

Pairing:Glen Powell (need to cool down think of this man 😮‍💨)X Reader.

Title: Puppy love.

You were back in Austin after a weekend trip in the Sunshine state with some of your girlfriends.

After changing into this outfit.

You brought your puppy Halley back from the sitter and Say. "Okay Halley want to go for a walk uh girl?"

Your dog does twists on the ground near your feet. You laugh grabbing her leash. "Alright let's go girl"

You walk down to your favorite Cafe and spot a man who has light brown hair and his eyes that look amazing meet yours. You flash him a smile then walk away.

You walk around the park and Say. 'okay girl let's go for a jog" You start off at a slow pace with your little dog leading the way.

You look at your watch and run into someone and look up and see it's the man who looked at you at the cafe.

"Shit! Sorry sir i didn't see you" He chuckles. 'No no it's my fault please forgive me i'm sorry"

He smiles and you say. "uh well um...hey i think i saw you at my favorite coffee shop just half an hour ago. He nods. "yea. I'm Glen Powell, you?"

You smile lightly. "Y/N L/N nice to meet you Glen" He grins and kneels to your dog. "and who's this?" You laugh. "Halley" "hi pup you look so cute today, your mom is great too"

Just then Brisket runs to Glen and he turns and says. "this is Brisket" You kneel down by Glen petting his dog. "Hi Brisket it's nice to meet you on this hot day"

Glen Glances at you and says. "you look uh..good" You look at him. "no i look bad but thanks" You two stand up and he says. "Let me get you some coffee at your favorite coffee shop as you call it, please?"

You smile and nod. "Sure just one coffee"

You four walk back to the coffee shop and Glen sits across from you and you two end up talking for over an hour. After coffee he gives you his number. "I'd love to get to know you more if you ever want to reach me"

You smile."i'll keep you in my mind" You shake your head. "Sorry i meant your number."

Glen laughs. "I know what you meant it was nice meeting you maybe we can grab another coffee soon" You nod. "I'd love that Glen." he nods and says "have a nice day beautiful"

You feel butterflies in your gut when he called you that.

Beautiful

You....were Beautiful to Glen Powell...you could have fainted right then and there but you just give him a warm smile and he walks away.

You get home and get a text from an unknown number.

unknown-Hey beautiful it's Glen 🙂

Y/N-Hi Glen nice to hear from ya so soon..hehe.

You changed unknown to Glen 🤠

Glen 🤠-Nice hat for me!

Y/N-Hehe glad u like it cowboy

Glen Changed your name to Cowgirl 🏇

Cowgirl 🏇-Smooth one 😉

Glen 🤠-Thank ya kindly beautiful.

You and Glen text almost everyday chatting about the little things and devolve and great friendship...or will it be more than a friendship?

Thank you Kora for this ask! Hope it's what you want.

tags:@angelbabyyy99 @nicoline1998enilocin @cutedisneygrl

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[macgyvermedical]

Hi! I am working on a fic in which the main character (superhero in the MCU) gets hit by a villain's unknown gas that causes extreme and irritational fear/paranoia/anxiety (sort of similar to the DCU's fear toxin, I guess). I'm just wondering how this would work medically, as the character will obviously see a doctor after the fact. I'd like the conclusion to essentially be "you'll just have to let the toxin/drugs run their course," but what kind of tests would be run, and would they be able to determine what exactly is in the character's system? (Since it's a reality-flexible universe, there can be elements of the toxin that aren't actually real or familiar/recognizable to make it cause some of the reactions I'm wanting.) Is there any sort of meds they might give the character? Any insights you might have to make the conversation with the doctor at least a little realistic would be very helpful, thank you! :)

Sounds like a pretty standard day on my observation unit haha.

There are lots of drugs, particularly stimulants, club drugs, and THC, that can cause paranoia and anxiety. The thing is, none of them do it consistently enough that you could easily make them into a chemical weapon like you're describing.

The closest IRL chemical weapon to a fear toxin is called QNB (aka BZ). QNB is a deliriant/incapacitant, meaning that it causes incapacitating confusion, hallucinations, and probably paranoia and anxiety as well without causing death. There is no antidote that has been identified, and the drug really does just need to run it's course.

Let's say your character went to the emergency room. They'd probably draw some blood and take a urine sample. The blood would mostly be used to see how the person was doing physically (what their electrolyte levels were, how many red and white blood cells they have, what their blood glucose is, etc...) and maybe get an alcohol level. The urine would be used to do a urinalysis (basic test to determine whether someone has a UTI or has things in their urine that shouldn't be there, like blood or mucous) and a urine tox screen.

Unlike what most people think, a urine tox screen won't identify everything. It will just identify the top 10 commonly abused drugs. It's the same test that they run when people start a new job. If the fear toxin is a common problem in-universe, though, they might have a specific test for that that could also be run on the blood or urine. We don't have a specific test for QNB.

Once they got all the tests back and they were normal, they would know this was probably either a drug they couldn't identify or a psych problem. They might gets seen by a psychiatrist in the emergency department, but if intoxication was suspected (as in, the patient reported that their symptoms started when they were exposed to a drug), psych would probably want to wait until the person was sober.

For this they may be admitted to an observation unit to let the drug run its course. They might also be given an antipsychotic medication like olanzepine or haloperidol, or a benzodiazepine like lorazepam to decrease agitation/paranoia/anxiety.

If the person was a flight risk due to their paranoia and it was deemed that they couldn't make good decisions for themselves, they might also have a 1:1 sitter or a video sitter to stay with them and stop them from leaving (or in the case of a video sitter, alert nursing staff to them trying to leave).

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