#James x daisy

[illustratinghan]

modern day james and cordelia on their morning coffee shop run ☕️ - cordelia always orders a hazelnut cappuccino with extra cocoa powder and james gets his english breakfast tea paired with a pistachio croissant (which he always ends up sharing with cordelia on the way back to curzon street🤭)

characters by the wonderful @cassandraclare 🫶

[the-butterbun]

A workplace comedy :D nothing less nothing more!

[enobariasdistrict2]

nikita gill's poem "the dance":

i will not have you without the darkness that hides within you. i will not let you have me without the madness that makes me. if our demons cannot dance, neither can we."

this is a truly top tier relationship dynamic fr like i am gnawing at the bars of my enclosure

[such-g00d-luck]

you know it hits hard

[geek-with-tea]

TMA in a Rage Room

Tim: Showing off tricks until the Emotions hit and then he's going to town. Sasha: Smashes a few things, but is mostly providing printouts of ugly photos of people her colleagues don't like or are pissed at to tape onto smashable items. Jon: Complains the entire time on the way there, and while he doesn't smash as much as he needs to, he ends up sitting on the way back silently shaking like an overstimulated chihuahua that will bite someone. Melanie: Her idea, she is smashing the fuck out of shit and having a great day. Basira: Provides snacks, tissues and other supplies because she knows her colleagues are a goddamn mess, secretly plans to go back with Daisy tonight so she can get her own temper out. Daisy: Almost gets banned because she runs out of stuff and starts going for the drywall. Martin: Thinks he's going to be the Basira of the group, has an absolute meltdown that results in his room absolutely demolished and him sobbing in the middle. The damage should get him a ban but the rage room staff feel too bad to actually do it. Elias: Uninvited, goes anyway on his own without anyone noticing. Staff only realize he's there when a mild-mannered gentleman is wiping oil and *is that blood* off his gloves, leaving a *completely* unrecognizable room. Was so quiet that they just presumed the smashing was coming from another room.

[mrjaygatsbi]

Hello Old Sports ! (Introductory Post)

I’m Lulabel (they/any) AKA the most insufferable Jay Gatsby kin to date /lh :D

As my first ever post I wanted to share my commissioned Natsby plushies that have just been mailed to me <3

I’m autistic and TGG has been a special interest of mine for around 4 years now, and I’ve decided to stop lurking and use tumblr as a little outlet to post about how not normal I am about this book and all the media attached to it! And as a little blog of the adventures of Jay Gatsby and Nick Carraway (plush form :3)

I’ll be taking these little guys on two New York trips that I’ve got booked so stay tuned for that, and I’ll be taking them to future comic cons where me and my best friends cosplay TGG !! And I’ll be taking them on any trip I go on really.. So essentially, this is just going to be a silly blog of my plushies adventures, and my love for TGG (also I’m dying to interact with fellow members of the fandom so PLEASEEE hmu)

[cece693]

It's All For You (Jay Gatsby x GN! Reader)

Fun fact, one of my favorite books is The Great Gatsby. However, to this day, no one (in my opinion) has managed to fully encase what Jay represents. Character-wise, he's still the Gatsby chasing the green light, but in terms of face claim, I left him ambiguous. I know this is a very out-there fandom, and I know it won't be very popular, but it makes me happy :)

Summary: You were helping Jay see your cousin Daisy, but, somewhere down the line, you managed to become his anchor to reality.

tags: can be read with Nick in mind, Jay is an infatuated boy, clueless reader, Jay finally sees Daisy for what she is, happy ending

Daisy was enchanting. Captivating. Alluring. But none of those words seemed to fully encapsulate the aura she exuded. There was a lightness to her that drew people in, a kind of graceful detachment as if she floated through life just out of reach. Yet for all her beauty and charm, there was something elusive about her, something that kept everyone at arm's length. It was easy to be enchanted by her, to fall for the sparkling facade she wore like a second skin. And Jay Gatsby was no different—at least, that’s what I thought.

Gatsby had built a life around the idea of Daisy, a world spun from dreams and memories of a love long lost. The parties, the lavish displays, the rumors—they all pointed back to her, to the one he had let slip away. When I came to West Egg, I found myself pulled into his grand scheme to win her back. Daisy had asked for my help; I was her cousin, after all, and who better to act as a go-between, arranging encounters, helping to stage those first delicate meetings under the guise of friendly visits?

At first, Gatsby's devotion to Daisy seemed unwavering, as though he was single-mindedly determined to recapture the past. He spoke of her with reverence, like a man describing a distant star, bright and unattainable. He watched for her at every gathering, always positioned just so, as though one look from her would make all the years melt away. I helped him prepare for these moments, choosing the flowers, setting the table for tea, ensuring everything was perfect. He wanted it all to be just right for Daisy.

But as time went on, I noticed something I couldn’t quite name. The way Gatsby's gaze would flicker toward me in moments of quiet, how he would seek my approval on even the smallest details. There was a certain light in his eyes when we would linger in conversation long after the parties had ended and the rest of the world had gone to sleep. I chalked it up to Gatsby’s natural charm, to the friendship that had grown between us amid all the scheming. After all, I was helping my cousin's lost love find his way back to her.

The first real crack in the illusion came one afternoon when Gatsby and I were alone in his library, discussing the next gathering. Daisy had mentioned that she missed simpler times, the quietness of tea on a summer's day. I suggested we hold a small, intimate tea party just for the three of us, something more personal than the grand festivities that had become Gatsby's signature.

“It’s a wonderful idea,” Gatsby agreed, his voice softening as he looked at me, not in the direction of the distant green light that always seemed to capture his attention. “But it doesn’t feel right to ask so much of you, helping with all this.”

I waved off his concern. “Nonsense. I’m happy to help. If it makes Daisy smile, then it’s worth it.”

He gave a small, almost wistful smile. “I suppose it’s not just Daisy who I’m trying to make smile.”

I didn’t know what to make of that comment. I let it slide, laughing it off as a joke, but something about the way he said it stayed with me. There was a warmth in his tone that I couldn’t quite place, and in the days that followed, I began to see Gatsby in a different light.

The tea party came and went, with Daisy laughing and charming her way through the afternoon. Gatsby’s attention was on her, of course, but there was a shift, a subtle one, like a shadow moving across a wall. I found Gatsby watching me out of the corner of his eye, a lingering glance that held more than casual interest. It was as though he was trying to tell me something without words.

And then, one night, as the last strains of music from yet another party faded into the stillness, Gatsby approached me on the terrace. The moonlight cast long shadows across the lawn, and there was a hesitation in his steps that I hadn’t seen before.

“You know,” he began, leaning against the stone railing, “for the longest time, I thought everything I did was for Daisy. Every party, every bit of gold and glitter—it was all meant to bring her back to me.”

“Isn’t it still?” I asked, unsure of what he was getting at. “You’ve built all of this for her.”

“Yes,” he admitted, but there was a shift in his tone, a softness I hadn’t heard before. “But somewhere along the way, it stopped being about Daisy.”

The breath caught in my throat. “Then what was it about?” I managed to ask, my voice barely above a whisper.

Gatsby turned to face me fully, his gaze searching mine. “It was about finding something real. I thought Daisy could give me that, but then I met you. You were there for every moment, every detail, pulling me back when I started drifting into dreams again. I started looking forward to your company, your words, your laughter.” He took a step closer, the intensity in his eyes almost overwhelming. “It was you who brought me back to reality.”

I stood frozen. “Jay,” I began, struggling to find the right words. “I—”

"You don't have to tell me anything, Y/N." Gatsby smiled, a minuscule one that conveyed just how difficult this was for him too. "I just wanted to make my interest clear."

His words hung in the air, a fragile thread connecting us in that moonlit moment. The warmth of his gaze sent a thrill racing through me, igniting something deep inside—a longing I had tried to ignore while orchestrating his reunion with Daisy. The truth crashed over me like a wave, and I realized that somewhere along the way, Jay Gatsby had become someone truly important to me.

In that electric silence, I felt the boundaries between us dissolve. I could no longer hold back. My heart surged with emotion, and before I could think, I stepped forward and closed the distance between us.

Our lips met in a fervent kiss, an eruption of pent-up desire and vulnerability. It felt like a revelation, as if everything I had been holding back rushed forth in that single moment. Gatsby’s surprise melted into a warmth that enveloped me, his hands moving to cradle my face as he kissed me back with a fervor that took my breath away.

Time seemed to stand still as we lost ourselves in each other, the world around us fading into the background. The soft rustle of the leaves and the distant hum of the night felt like a distant echo. All I could focus on was the taste of him, the way he held me as if I were a fragile dream he was afraid to lose.

[illustratinghan]

of the same steel and temper as joyeuse and durendal…⚔️

it’s been far too long since i drew my girl cordelia! @cassandraclare 🌼

follow me on instagram! @/illustratinghan

[life-of-a-rat]

magnus archives characters as weird shirts i found on pinerest part 2

jon (S3)

2. Martin (S5)

3. Jane Prentiss

4. Simon Fairchild (sky grampa my beloved)

5. Mike Crew

6. Sasha and Tim

7. Elias (Jonah)

8. Basira Hussian

9. Daisy Tonner (S4)

10. Georgie Barker

BONUS: worm

part 1

part 3 soon

[marlsswrites]

Summer camp AU, part 27!!

July 27th <3

Pressure - @jegulus-microfic - words: 517

First part Previous part

Regulus admittedly found it quite funny how into the game James was, it was adorable. The two had just finished setting up everything to play capture the flag with their group, when June suggested he and James joined in. Regulus didn't want to, but James wanted to, and his eyes were so convincing...

So here they were, Regulus on one side, James walking away from him slowly. Both eyed each other up, James most definitely looking more excited for this than Regulus was. He didn't even know how to play capture the flag!

"You're going down."

"Am I?" Regulus lowered his voice, smirking playfully as James - still facing him - walked further backwards.

The older hummed. "No pressure!" He chirped before jogging away.

-

Around three games later, everyone was knackered. Capture the flag in thirty degree British sun was not a good idea, Regulus was sure his skin was pinker than a pigs at this point. The kids seemed to finally shut up, the same with James actually. But Regulus had grown quite fond of his voice, sadly. God, what has he become?

He stood by the water tap, filling up his bottle with ice cold water, some of which he just splashed onto his face.

Water bottle filled, flushed, freckled face cooled down, he approached the only person here he actually cared to be in the presence of.

“Hi.” He smiled as he reached James. The older man had his legs sprawled out on the grass, plucking crisp, neat daisies from the floor and braiding them into a small chain that he ran his hands over.

Regulus was tired, knackered, absolutely exhausted, so he just dropped to the floor, his head on James’ tanned legs and his legs slight bent into a v shape on the refreshingly cold grass.

“Oh-“ James gasped. “Hi.”

Looking up through his thick eyelashes, he saw James was now propped up on his elbows, peering down at Regulus with dilated pupils and a tilt of his head on which placed his grinning face.

“Tired?” Chuckling, the brunette plucked another daisy from the soil.

Regulus hummed out a response, eyes trainer on James’ side profile and sharp yet sweet jawline as he turned his head to pick more flowers from the floor.

“What’re you doing?” Reaching his hand out, Regulus rain the daisy chain in James’ hands through his own. Their hands seemed to produce electricity as they touched, Regulus was sure they’d spark up any minute now, because James Potters touch was just so scarily powerful.

“Making daisy chains.” James smiled sweetly, gaze clearly flicking down to Regulus’ hand that was still almost in his. “Lil taught me how to, it helps with my ADHD, keeps my hands busy.” He continued.

Regulus listened, he nodded against James’ legs and heard the clips and huffs of James breath. He exhaled, finally letting himself go and just sitting in the comfort that was James Potter. The comfort that was James’ hands on his hair, now starting to place small daisies in his black curls.

Everything around him was a blur, insignificant, everything except James.

Next part

[star-lights-up]

Some random charles sketches as i figure out how to draw online lmao.

I've never read the comics, but the costume design for krakoa is awesome!!

Also, i feel inclined to mention that i was drawing dofp charles once and my friend leaned over and asked "is that jesus" and now i can't draw dofp charles without thinking about it. 😂 marvel jesus, mcavoy's version.

[uhhlifeig]

Traitor - October 31 - word count: 603 - @wolfstarmicrofic ("happy" halloween, y'all!)

Late September

Sirius came home one night bruised and exhausted, barely catching Remus as he was about to leave again, dressed in his worn coat and scarf. The dog animagus opened his mouth to ask, to demand where he was going, but Remus didn’t look at him.

“See you later,” his boyfriend murmured as he brushed past.

The door clicked shut, but Sirius stayed rooted to the spot, confusion burning in his chest. 

He didn’t say anything when Remus returned in the early hours, but he didn’t have to- the werewolf saw the question in his eyes and just looked away.

~~~~~

Early October

Sirius started spending longer hours at Order meetings, diving into every task Dumbledore assigned, no matter how reckless. 

He left behind signs of his absence: ink-stained maps on the table, hastily scrawled notes, stray owl feathers. Remus would return from his own errands to find empty rooms and no explanations.

Once, he found a note on the kitchen counter. Scrawled angrily on it was:

I hope whatever you’re doing is worth it.

Remus stared at it for a long time, his fingers brushing the ink, wondering when Sirius had gone and Heir Black had replaced him.

~~~~~

Mid-October

They barely spoke. 

Sirius was out late with James most nights, planning, mapping, and pretending everything was fine. Lupin didn’t ask where he’d been anymore, and the noiret stopped waiting for him.

One night, Sirius found himself sitting alone, nursing a drink, his thoughts looping back to Lupin, to when he was Remus. 

He thought of asking James about it, of confiding in him, but he knew the deer animagus had his own worries. 

And besides, admitting it would make it real.

~~~~~

Halloween Night

A cold, sickening wave of fear crashed over Sirius. 

He Apparated to Godric’s Hollow on instinct, every nerve on fire, just in time to see the house explode. 

He ran forward as fast as he could from the safe point, his breath hitching as he saw the dead body of his best friend, his brother in all but blood. 

A dreadful, gaping silence consumed him as he took in the sight, his heart shattering.

Remus found out the next day, alone in the flat, from a phone call by an old friend.

James and Lily- gone. 

The world blurred. The werewolf felt as if the ground was slipping beneath his feet, his mind racing back to every suspicious moment with his ex-lover, every night he hadn’t come home, every secret he’d kept. 

It all fit too well, the pieces he’d tried to ignore clicking into place with a horrifying clarity.

He tried to steady himself, clenching his fists. Sirius was the traitor. The idea felt like a knife twisting in his chest, and yet it felt so real, so undeniable.

He had to warn Peter.

~~~~~

Azkaban

Sirius sat in the cold, damp cell, the realization sinking in: Peter had betrayed them. 

The thought cut through him, sharp and unforgiving. He’d trusted Peter, defended him. And now James, Lily- they were gone. 

Harry was left without parents.

There was also another ache gnawing at him, a raw regret that wouldn’t ease.

He remembered the way he’d looked at Remus, his suspicions, the words they hadn’t said, the accusations that had lingered in his mind. 

How could I have thought it was him?

He closed his eyes, pressing his back against the wall. It was too late for apologies now, too late to undo the mistrust that had festered between them. 

Now, there was no way to tell Remus that he’d never meant to doubt him, that he knew the truth.

@estellethewriter is this angsty enough pookie or naur

[ambi-kiko]

here are some tma food hcs bc AAAA

i think that jon gets hungry for real food, too. but its more of a deep hunger? he actually needs food less and less and eventually just doesn't need to eat, but he still can and he still gets hungry, when he lets himself be relaxed enough to realize what his body needs

hes a great cook and at the safe house, cooks amazing meals and bakes warm loafs and all of martins favorite meals

jon sometimes gets hungry and doesnt let himself eat bc he doesnt feel human enough and feels like he doesnt deserve it

martin notices that last one and tries his best to make something jon likes

i think that martin is the best at making tea, really excellent at making classic chocolate chip cookies, and just awful at anything else in the kitchen. he still tries his best, and jon eats everything he makes

lonely!martin loses a lot of weight bc he leaves the office less and less and doesnt care for himself as much

jon is the only one who notices this and starts putting out a little tray of homemade biscuits near the tea in hopes that martin grabs some

when theyre in the safe house, jons #1 priority is to figure out martins favorite meals as subtly as he can to get martin to stop starving himself accidentally out of habit (he actually wasnt subtle at all, but martin found it endearing so he played along)

Melanie wanted to be a baker when she was younger and got really good at making treats. Her first youtube channel was for baking

Georgie cooks and Melanie bakes and they always call eachother the better chef

georgie is pretty good at cooking but she isnt exceptional by any means. melanie is excellent at baking, but she considers it pretty useless because "you cant live off fancy cakes and meringues"

daisy says that she knows how to cook and for a pretty long time basira believes her bc you cant be that buff if you dont eat

one night she comes over and finds that all that daisy has been eating is frozen meals

basira is fine at cooking (enough to live off of), but she cooked the best meal she could in hopes to inpress daisy

daisy had so little actual ingredients that basira rly struggled but it was amazing. daisy didnt notice bc she was too tired. she crashed on the couch and basira left after tucking her in. daisy was pissed at herself for not appreciating basira

after that, she stops eating frozen meals and tries learning to cook. shes really bad at it at first and almost gives up multiple times, but wants to be able to cook for herself (its really for basira but she wont admit it)

tim is the cook and sasha cleans up after

he feels bad making her clean but she insists bc "cooking is so much more useful and time consuming" and that he should "let her be useful"

tim always helps out in the end and they often end up dancing together in the kitchen

tim gets this weird feeling of loneliness when certain songs come up when hes cleaning the kitchen alone after not!sasha

peter leaves homecooked meals at elias' desk when he has his back turned (he starts with warm foods, but realized that they always turn cold and that isnt very pleasent, so he starts bringing salads and poke bowls)

if i missed anyone, lmk! i could continue w these for a while but im blanking on other characters and i dont want to go on too long in 1 post so see ya later!

[illustratinghan]

these two😩💕😭💘🤌💞

characters by @cassandraclare 🫶

[jammed-one]

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[tys-kitty]

Cassie really took the whole miscommunication trope to a new level with Herondaisy and KitTy