so those of us who've been writing for and discussing the Toymaker have found it a little tricky at times to discern the Toymaker's characteristics, given how often he changes up his accent, appearance, and temperament!! so, we developed a very silly solution đđ what's more fun that arbitrary categorisation?
these are the different 'facets' of the Toymaker we've noticed - or rather, the characters he plays - and the shorthand names we use for him!! each name corresponds to a particular presentation of the Toymaker, largely tied to changes in voice, appearance and personality. there are moments where these distinct characters bleed into one another! we have:
1920s German Toymaker: the playful, teasing, pseudo-German speaking Toymaker who sells Charles Bannerjee Stooky Bill, and who menacingly juggles at the Doctor and Donna. this is the Toymaker at his personal best: fully invested in his character and thriving in a toy-themed performance. đ§ž
French Cabaret Toymaker: the charming, lipsticked, French-accented dancer who accosts the Doctor on the street and sways amid the mayhem of The Giggle. this is a Toymaker who revels in chaos and destruction, and who is equal parts stunning and disquieting đș
Marionettist Toymaker: the frightening and severe puppeteer who grows to an impossible size, pulls marionette-Charles' strings and speaks in rhyme. this Toymaker feels the most similar to the original Celestial Toymaker played by Michael Gough! although superficially similar to other Toymakers, his hair is noticeably different and his demeanour is far more sinister đ§”
Showman Toymaker: the volatile ringmaster whose emotions shift on a dime, and who seems equally torn between performance, play, and injustice. this Toymaker is marked in contrast to Marionettist and 1920s German due to the occasional appearance of his American accent, and the apparent sincerity with which he delivers his show for Donna. đȘ
British Card Shark Toymaker: the cool, calculating cardician whose respect for the game overshadows any desire for drama. much like with Showman, little glimpses of the Toymaker's other characters peek out here, but this Toymaker has a marked seriousness about him that's only knocked by his excitement upon gaining an advantage or winning. đ
Band Leader Toymaker: the impossible menace with a distinctly feral energy. this Toymaker is a sadist: causing wanton pain, destruction and murder and loving every moment of it. Spice Up Your Life indeed đč
WWI Pilot Toymaker: the furious child who refuses to lose. this Toymaker is one who has grown frustrated with those around him who won't play his games, and these frustrations make him unable to maintain his previous playful persona: instead, we see lashings of anger coupled with violence, and the notable sadism of Band Leader đšââïž
(Bonus) Flat Toymaker: the loser, and the lost little boy. i will admit, this was originally because i wanted an even set đđ however, there's an intriguing moment of vulnerability from the Toymaker here, when he begs the Doctor for mercy. for a moment, we get a look into that 'vastness that will never cease' beneath all of the Toymaker's pomp and frills, and we see how truly frightened he is đ
Omg i think you'll have the best take on this: list of things that a crush or s/o might do that gets Chilchuk *f l u s t e r e d* I love thinking about what makes this grown ass man squirm
in no particular order: pulling him in by his neckwarmer to give him a kiss, compliment (or make flirty comments about) his skill set, call him âšhandsomeâš rather than cute, handling your liquor well, being able to banter well with him, falling into a trap on purpose so he can save you ("you're my hero!" "and you're an idiot." he's fighting back a blush so hard), when you remember something little and he thought you'd forget/werent listening but you remember and damn it he's got heart palpitations now-
(if you're a tall man/dwarf) showing off your strength and being able to easily pick him up (only you're allowed to do this and he still says he doesn't like it but he's blushing and squirming and wHEN DID IT GET SO HOT IN HERE?!)
(if you're a half foot) wearing something of his, like his shirt or his leg pouch or something- anything, usually gets him pretty flustered
also if you get angry at someone and start cursing or tearing into them he usually finds that VERY hot and he won't stop thinking about it for days.
Hello! I don't know if requests are open, if not just ignore this. am not sure if this makes sense, but I had this idea where the reader's succubus takes straight up the form of Chilchuck. They are very self-concious of this, and since i see them as a calm and reserved person they will try to avoid them like the plague. They don't want Chilchuck to know at all costs, mostly because they fear to be turned down. But at some point, they both get separated from the party running eventually into a succubus. If it's too much information just take what it feels right for you!!
⊠AAAA i loved this idea so much that i had a bit too much fun with it, LOL! it ended up being more than a drabble somehow, so i really hope you enjoy it!! i hope it flows okay and doesnât seem too rushed, as itâs been a while since iâve written this much!! lots of love to you!! <3
â HYPOCRITE: chilchuck x gn!reader
ê° warnings: ê± hurt/comfort ?? fluff + sfw! use of they/them for reader!
ê° wc: ê± 1.8k (holy hellâŠ..)
⊠if this is rough i am so sorry, i kinda let my brain take over and this was the result! nervous to post something this long since iâve only ever posted lil tidbits, but i really hope you like it!!! <33
The walk back was deafeningly quiet. You couldnât bear to even look in his direction, cheeks still hot in mortification at just what you had seen earlier. Usually you were stronger than this, but the idea of him knowing just what exactly you saw had your stomach in knots.
It wasnât like you had never come in contact with a succubus before, but for it to take this particular form had your mind reeling. The heavy pit of guilt and shame kept twisting in you, and the more you thought about him, the more you felt sick. Even so, you could feel eyes burning into the back of your head just waiting for you to spill.
âWhatâs gotten you so quiet?â Chilchuck questioned, his brows raised at your current show of behavior. It was unlike you to shut yourself up like this, especially since you were known for being cool and collected in any situation. He would never admit it, but the lack of your voice amongst the others made him nervous.
You waited a moment to reply, the shakiness in your voice not getting past him. âItâs nothing, Chilchuck.â
And like hell it wasnât, especially if it had you clamming up and avoiding his gaze. Knowing it would be better not to pry, he stayed silent. You were thankful for this.
âEveryoneâs together now, right?â Laios called as you caught up to the rest of the party, your eyes still downtrodden. Not able to bring yourself to look in his direction, you kept your head down when motioning in the direction of the half-foot behind you. âYeah, Chilchuck and I managed to find each other.â
Marcille was the second to notice your lack of enthusiasm, the calm air you usually exuded gone. Worried, she called out your name, pulling you out of the state you were in momentarily.
âEverything alright?â She whispered as the rest of the party walked ahead of you. Knowing how much it was killing you to hold everything in, you gave a frustrated sigh.
When you were sure everyone was out of hearing range, you spilled everything on your mind. How your succubus took the form of Chilchuck, how youâd been fighting off the feelings you held for him, how scared you were that heâd find out. Her head nodded with every concern you aired, but there was a certain sparkle in her eyes when you admitted to having feelings for him⊠Great.
âYouâre certain he didnât see?â She asked softly as you caught up to everyone else, and you gave her a nod of your own.
Her advice had been simple: maybe this was a sign to tell him how you truly felt. You wanted to scoff in that moment, knowing just how repulsed by inner party relationships the half-foot truly was. Telling him what happened seemed like the least intelligent thing to do, but you admired Marcille for her ability to see this in a hopeful light.
Envy coursed through you, wishing you could look at it hopefully, too. It just didnât seem realistic, so youâd keep to yourself and try not to talk to him until these feelings died down inside. Certainly they would, right?
Days continued on, your relationship with Chilchuck turning into remorseful smiles and awkward silence. The tension was building, and he was convinced he couldnât take much more of it.
The fact you hadnât been seeking him out like you usually did struck him hard. You two would often spend nights chatting, voices soft and warm as you talked about everything that you could think of. Heâd just started coming to terms that maybe he didnât have to keep so much away from you, away from everyone else. This hit him harder than heâd like to acknowledge, and his attempts at reconciling whatever he did wrong fell flat.
Chilchuck only ever saw you talking to Marcille lately. He knew you two shared a friendship somewhat akin to his with you, so it wasnât out of the ordinary at first. But that, paired with the fact you wouldnât even lay your bedroll down near his, nearly drove him to insanity.
Gritting his teeth, he rested his cheek in the palm of his hand. This was getting nowhere, and if it continued he was sure heâd never let himself hear the end of it.
Laios, as softly as he could muster, called his name. âTheyâve been ignoring you, havenât they?â He spoke, brows furrowed as he studied Chilchuckâs expression. âDo you know why?â
He huffed, glare turning to focus on the blonde across from him. âIf I knew, Iâd tell you. But I donât have a damn clue.â
Laios hummed, tapping his chin as Senshi listened in on their conversation. âMaybe you should try asking them. It never hurts to be honest with how youâre feeling, too.â
This was going to drive him up the wall. Every time he did try and corner you, you came up with some excuse as to why you were needed elsewhere. Chilchuck was left watching you leave him behind every single time. It only proved to make him feel even more scattered.
Before he could open his mouth to retort, he heard you stand up, wishing Marcille goodnight. Chilchuck begrudgingly noted that you seemed even farther away from him than usual. He sunk into his neckwarmer.
Looking down at his hands, he debated on just what he could have possibly done. This all happened after that damn succubus incident, and he wondered just what exactly you saw. You seemed not only distant from him, but from the whole party. Being an integral force in the group, having you seem so far away from everyone only served to build up rifts.
You were headed to the water fountain to wash your face, and Chilchuck assumed this would be the one chance he had. Following behind you, he called your name once enough distance from everyone had been built up. You took note of the aggravation that was laced in his tone.
Immediately you tried to think of a way to get out of talking to him. There had to be some excuse you hadnât used, and as he approached you, you found yourself more and more cornered.
âAre you just planning to ignore me the rest of the damn time?â Chilchuck asked plainly, but you could hear the hint of concern. He continued to walk towards you, not giving you much of an opening to scatter. Panic settled in.
âYou⊠Wouldnât get it.â You whispered, finding yourself looking everywhere but at him. Chilchuck found this increasingly frustrating.
âWhat do you mean, âYou wouldnât get it?â How am I supposed to get anything if you donât tell me? I can see how youâre acting. Is whatever you really saw worth separating yourself from the entire party?â
His words cut you like a knife. You could hear the aggravation in his voice, chest seizing knowing it was because of you, because of your stupid fear. You swallowed harshly, trying your best to build up the courage you just couldnât seem to find.
His body, caging you in and causing your back to hit the wall, continued to grow nearer. It felt like all the air left your lungs, struggling to gather just what you wanted, needed to say.
âYou always say how you donât want inner party relationships to ruin things,â you muttered, finding his closeness increasingly difficult to handle. âThe last thing I want to do is put everyone in jeopardy like that.â
Chilchuck scoffed, confusion etched into his expression. âWhat? You saw a party member as the succubus or something? Donât tell meââ
That tension that had been suffocating you before built itself back up to the point where you struggled for air. Before he could say just what had made you so ashamed the past week, you felt it bubble up in your throat.
âYes, Chilchuck, it looked like you! Are you happy?! I didnât want to tell you, couldnât tell you. IâŠâ Your hands shook, as if in shock of all that you were laying out in front of him. âIâve been holding everything down inside for everyoneâs sake! Iâm not as strong as you, as strong as everyone else, okay?! I had no choice but to distance myself! Iâm in love with you, and I know you donât feel the same, so I just wanted that part of myself to stay hidden!â
You had hoped when, if, this had all finally come out, a weight would be lifted. Instead, you felt ten times heavier at seeing the realization in his eyes. Biting your tongue, tears welling up in the way they never could before, you pushed past him.
âIâm going.â
Yet he did just what you didnât want him to do; grab your wrist and pull you back to that moment you tried so hard to forget in those few seconds. So he was going to reprimand you now? Tell you how irresponsible you are? Before you could spit out what was on your mind, his hands had wound around your collar and pulled you down to smash your lips against his own.
Everything was still in that moment. It was rough, deprived, filled with emotions that made your mind stutter. You tilted your head further into the kiss, still letting him take control. Despite the suddenness of it, you couldnât help but pull him closer into you. After a beat, he pulled away, panting and cheeks rosy in what you could only guess was sheer relief.
âYouâre so frustrating.â He whispered, still clutching onto the collar of your sleep shirt. âHardheaded to no end. Drives me insane.â
You couldnât form a sentence, still trying to catch up to what exactly just happened between you two. Was that⊠his way of telling you he felt the same? Even if it was sudden, it was very like Chilchuck. Blood rushed to your cheeks.
âSoâŠ?â Your voice began, matching the softness of his own. He clicked his tongue, and you could tell by the exasperation on his face that he was about to just up and groan at your cluelessness.
âI⊠have feelings for you, too. I know what I said before, about prioritizing work over everything else.â Chilchuck spoke, his voice having a slight wave to it. âIâm a damn hypocriteâŠâ
âApparently.â You replied, hearing him grumble under his breath, and for the first time in days, what felt like weeks, you laughed.
The sound made his head buzz. His heart beat in his ears, and for the first time in a while, he let himself smile too. Maybe he could get used to this being honest thing, if it meant staying close to you like this.
âIâm glad things worked out the way they did,â you hummed, the two of you walking back to where your party had decided to settle for the night. âStrange to think itâs all thanks to a succubus. Maybe I should give them more credit.â
Chilchuck rolled his eyes, a smirk tugging at his lips. âSure. Tell me more about that next time, though. I want to know how handsome you really think I am.â
`âŠ Ë ÖŽÖ¶ đâč OHHHHHHH MY GOD I FEEL THIS SO BAD I SAW THIS AND STARTED HAVING HEART PALPITATIONS. chil what they did to you i will never forgive. let this man start greying, let him be a SILVER FOX. unforgivable. it was not only so attractive to me but the fact they tossed it when it gave his character a defining trait of being OLDER. WAUGH.
older men have my heart so bad. AND a girldad????? how am i supposed to behave.
