#No that's not John Wick what are you talking about I'm not obsessed and can definitely draw things that aren't JW related

[thewhumpcaretaker]

❤️ Whumpril IV - Swaying ❤️

Poems from the perspective of Caretaker.

Oh, will you, won’t you, will you, won’t you fall? The world all holds its breath to watch you sway. No, boys. A slow song’s coming on, that’s all. I won’t, I will not, watch him die this way.

May I cut in and steal this dance from Death? With my hand on your waist, yours ‘round my neck, with drumming, nervous hearts and halting breath, let me lead you, swaying, from this wreck.

[paleepeaches]

John Wick Yandere Headcanons

Never done this before so be kind to me! But anyway I just had these thoughts and needed to word vomit them up!

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, kidnapping, Stockholm syndrome, ddlg,

A/N: Wouldn't a fic be cute?

Okay so I know I'm not the first to say this and won't be the last but John is a fucking Yandere.

He's a full-blown stalker who probably sees you at a bar or even something so normal as a grocery store.

This man is LONELY af. Since Helen passed he can not find someone else for the life of him.

That's until you come along with your pretty doe eyes and sweet nature.

You can be younger than him and he'll be fine with it. John doesn't mind babysitting a cute bimbo like you

You'll catch his eye with your soft voice and sweet smile. Most people his age have a smoker's voice or are married.

He becomes OBSESSED with you quickly. I mean very swift like within 2 days of seeing you not even talking.

He'll just stalk tf out of you probably at your work. He'll see you bagging groceries or serving drinks and just observe you with customers.

He'll take note of what days you work and don't. He'll mark it on his calendar, and circle it in red like the old man he is.

Once he figures out your schedule and what time you get off, what route you take, if you drive or walk he'll follow you.

He's a skilled hitman so he knows how to disappear and follow someone without them noticing.

He'll stalk you all the way to your apartment and once he's sure you're asleep he'll break in.

He's scoped out your place enough to deduct that you have no pets. Even if you did he'd know how to handle a dog.

John is precise and determined which is why he'd be so keen on placing hidden cameras all over your house.

He'd position them in the living room, kitchen, shower, and even your bedroom.

He'd want to see your most intimate and private moments but not totally invade it.

Of course, you wouldn't find out. Your head is too stuffed in your phone scrolling through social media or online shopping. You got an addiction but it's okay once you're his he'll spoil you! John has a lot of pocket money from all his jobs!

How will he get you?

John doesn't half-ass anything. He's learned to see through tough missions. Even ones he didn't enjoy. Capturing you though...? He would enjoy it.

He'd enjoy setting a date, waiting outside your apartment with his car off.

He'd prepared all the necessary equipment such as ropes, duct tape, and a gun if he needed to threaten you but he'd find that would only scare you more and he didn't want his little girl frightened of him.

He'd go about it more skillfully, more stealthy.

John entered your home after he was sure you entered the deepest REM cycle. He snuck in the window you often left open. Poor forgetful you, always leaving windows unlocked.

One time he found your door unlocked which was a dreadful surprise for him. He locked it right after he watched you sleep for a whole two hours.

See? You needed him to look after you. He'd try to justify his insane actions with that.

With a completely guilt-free head, he'd enter your home, make his way into your bedroom, and see you asleep all cuddled up in your pink plush covers.

You'd look so cute and docile breathing softly.

He'd smile, admiring you before pulling out a clean needled from his jacket pocket. John pricked the needle into a vial of clear liquid, sucking up the fluid before administrating it to you.

Your eyes didn't even flutter open as he injected it.

"Such a good girl." John would speak softly to you, smoothing down your hair and kissing your forehead.

He'd pack your favorite stuffed animal, clothes, and even your cute collections of calico critters or sonny angels, whatever cute trinkets you collected.

He'd want you to feel comfortable at his home. Y'all's home.

[marielschism]

Please do talk about the Marquis, all plot bunnies, how an eventual relationship with him would turn out. Any thoughts are most anticipated! 👀

FR?????????????? okay!

so i'm currently working on patron of the arts, a marquis de gramont x artist!reader fic where he is an art patron/cultural sugar daddy who is horrendously down bad for you, an artist in their flop era. i'm making an hc post for it over at my writing sideblog [@marielserif] so if anyone's interested 👀 i'll post it some time next week!

pairing: marquis de gramont x reader note: i think i made him unbearably ooc. whatever warnings: some mature themes/content; unedited; not an entirely healthy relationship (vincent has issues!!!!!!)

general relationship hcs

side note: these hcs operate under the assumption that the reader is unaware of his work.

i am deeply fascinated by yandere stuff, so every time i think of marquis de gramont, i can't help but sprinkle a bit of obsessive yearning on his part (because i honestly think he's the type to do so! he chased john wick all over the world! that should be me!). he is ruthless, ambitious, and determined, and i think this, too, translates into how he deals with his relationships.

i think that he's the type to fall hard for someone, but is also the type to deny the feeling initially, trying to stamp it out of his brain as hard as he can, constantly pretending that he is unaffected by you. he does not need you. he wants you. he has lived through most of his life without your presence, surely he can live through more.

his dedication to denying his feelings leads him into a great number of sticky situations: perhaps he dismisses you a bit too much, and it puts a significant strain on your relationship. he might even end up with you hating him.

he is used to being feared. he is used to being hunted. but he will never get used to the feeling of your hatred, so that could easily force him to act on his feelings before he makes things worse. it is a wake up call for him: he does not want to lose you because of his own pride.

good for you!

when the marquis is in it, good god, he is in it.

i think that marquis de gramont is an incredibly selfish man. if he loves you, you become an extension of himself — and in turn, he will ensure your safety and your joy. you deserve it. you're his.

he's a patron of the arts — he'll get along with you better if you have some appreciation for art and culture. your conversations with him will be longer, too, and sometimes more heated. vincent is very opinionated, and he'll defend his opinions to the death. he'll take you to museums, renting out entire scenic cultural hotspots just for you (and him) to enjoy at your own pace. he is prone to over-explaining when he is excited, so expect that you'll be doing a lot of listening.

if he senses that you're actually listening to him and he's feeling particularly generous, he'll reward you. you know what that entails.

there are times where you're feeling tired, and you're just not in the mood to listen to him ramble about his least favorite painting in the musee d'orsay. he does not fault you for it, but you feel the mild disappointment radiating off him in waves. you'll have to...make it up to him somehow.

he'll appreciate it very much.

anyway, vincent will take you to the ballet, dress you in the finest of things, and take you to the swankiest of establishments. you deserve nothing but the best.

if you inform him that you are uncomfortable with being spoiled like this, he will try to tone it down a little. the code word here is try. he will go back to sending you swarovski-embellished fountain pens in two weeks.

despite this, he's not above accompanying you to places like gas stations or grocery stores. sure, he'll take at least three bodyguards with him to ensure your safety, but he'll be there for you. he's capable of being normal!

(forgot to mention that vincent de gramont is territorial and overprotective at times. what's the use of all of his power if he can't use it protect the one he loves?)

(his brand of protection can feel almost like a prison at times. you'll have to clearly communicate with him about what you want, and you have to be very firm with him if you don't want to feel like you're a bird in a gilded cage. you have to make sure that he knows you won't just take it.)

(you need a backbone to love him. that's the truth of it all.)

vincent is also touch-starved, though he denies this constantly.

he can be an incredibly greedy kisser. he kisses you like he's starving, and he'll hold you like you'll turn into dust if he lets go.

he can be gentle, too — easy does it, and he takes it as slow as you want. languid, lazy, like you have all of the time in the world.

he's also a horrific tease. he's a smug bastard. he'll do everything except kiss you — he'll bite your earlobe, let his lips travel to your pulse, and kiss the corners of your lips. when you whine, he'll pull away with that smirk of his, and leave you to your racing heart. you're flustered as hell, and he looks unaffected by it.

(it's a lot harder for him to keep his composure if you're the one teasing him.)

he reaches out for you in his sleep, even if he is alone. a tired vincent will always reach out for you, no matter what stage of sleep he's in. in his sleep, he'll end up wrapping himself around your entire body like a boa constrictor no matter your size. one time, he fell asleep on top of you, and you had to elbow him awake because he was suffocating you.

(he owns a weighted blanket for when you're not around.)

if you play with vincent's hair, he will complain about you messing up the handiwork of his treasured coiffeur, but he won't say a word. when you pull your hands off his hair, he'll actually whine, and place your hands back. you have to clear your schedule if you want to play with his hair; he will not let you out of his presence until he's dead asleep.

if you really want to see a very stressed vincent, you can deny him your touch for weeks on end. but why would you do that? 😊

he's prone to taking drastic actions to get what he wants. a desperate vincent de gramont is someone you do not want to meet; a desperate vincent de gramont gets results.

so god help those who will try to take you from him.

plot bunnies

i really need to finish this because i have a 7-page paper due in 42 hours

i desperately wanted to write a ballet dancer!reader x patron!marquis de gramont instead of an artist!reader but im going to be completely honest with you i have zero knowledge of the world of ballet and i would NOT be able to do the idea justice.

(your rival dancer goes missing because of your patron. you investigate. things do not go well.)

also another plot bunny: leverage!reader

the marquis keeps an eye on you as leverage over your father, who is under his employ. think caine and his daughter.

he threatens your safety to keep your father in line constantly — but he's grown fond of you, strangely. you have a harmless hobby. it is soothing to watch you work. he is not going to hurt you.

(vincent even has his men protect you from harm. their presence in the area deter would-be muggers. you do not know this.)

at one point, your father grows stubborn, and vincent has to take a very drastic measure to ensure his cooperation.

he kidnaps you. of course he does.

strange things happen.

assistant!reader! you are his faithful assistant, and you get hurt in the line of duty. oh noooo. what happens next??? :OOO

[inevitably-johnlocked]

Can you please help me find some sugar daddy fics? I've been obsessed with it lately.

Hey Lovely!

Well, I've never read any myself, so I can't give you any personal recs, BUT I did a tag search on my offline MFL list, and decided to make a new list for you because I need content, LOL!!!

So, here are the fics I have on my MFL list, and if you guys have any more to add, PLEASE do, as always!! Hope you enjoy!!

SUGAR DADDY FICS (MFLs)

See also:

Rich Sherlock (March 2020) (MY LIST)

Sugar Daddy Sherlock (SwissMiss)

Sugar Daddy Part 1 (Alexxphoenix)

Sugar Daddy Part 2 (Alexxphoenix)

Worth Its Weight by philalethia (E, 2,986 w., 1 Ch. || Sugar Daddy AU || PWP, Daddy Sherlock, Daddy Kink, Service Domination, Gift Giving, Unsafe Sex, Sex Toys) – “Remember,” John said, “when we talked about you not buying me extravagant things?” Basically: a little bit of Valentine's Day daddy kink. Part 2 of All the Rest 'Verse

An Erotic Sail by justacookieofacumberbatch (E, 4,533 w., 2 Ch. || Sugar Daddy AU || Age Difference, Sugar Daddy John, Yacht Daddy John, Praise Kink, Porn Without Plot, Boat Sex) – Sherlock, fresh off a Semester at Sea ship in Crete, sees a gorgeous older man, and I'm sure you can guess what happens next.

Practically Perfect by vitruvianwatson (E, 6,303 w., 1 Ch. || Sugar Daddy AU || Age Difference, Younger Sherlock, Older John, Finger Fucking, Anal Sex, Hand Jobs, Office Sex, Emotionally Insecure Sherlock, Barista Sherlock, Doctor John, PWP) – There was a knock on the door, and then it opened. John shook the thoughts out of his head and looked up with his fake “I’m your kindly doctor” smile plastered on his face, but a second later his jaw dropped because his “patient” wasn’t a patient at all. It was none other than Sherlock bloody Holmes. Not only that, but he was dressed in one of his more indecent outfits—skin tight jeans that looked like they’d been bloody painted on, and a purple button-down that was straining, to say the least, to remain buttoned. John wondered if he’d worked at the coffee shop in that outfit today. He shut the door and leaned back against it with a wicked smile, and John heard the click of the lock.

A Suitable Stain by vitruvianwatson (E, 7,647 w., 1 Ch. || Sugar Daddy AU || Sugar Daddy John, Barista Sherlock, Older John, PWP, Rutting, Anal, Clothed Sex, Masturbation, Dirty Talk) – John imagines what they must look like--the young, gorgeous university student, naked as the day he was born, draped over the well-dressed older doctor, the muscles rippling in Sherlock's back as his slim hips roll that beautiful arse up into the air and back down again, his spine curving beneath John's hand as he moves it to the small of Sherlock's back to feel the movement. The hard outline of Sherlock's cock slides back and forth across John's body, dampening his clothes with precome, and John moves both hands down to Sherlock's arse, squeezing and pulling him in harder.

To A Tee by lookupkate (E, 15,321 w., 14 Ch. || Sugar Daddy AU || Sugar Daddy John, Hospital Director John, Sugar Baby Sherlock, Accidental Meeting) – Sherlock receives a text from an unknown number. The man is under the impression that he needs a sugar daddy. After careful consideration...well, he could be right.

A Kept Man Isn't A Weak Man by Elphen (E, 20,429 w., 1 Ch. || Omegaverse || Sugar Daddy John, Age Difference, Alpha John, Omega Sherlock, Mpreg, Sex Toys, Mating Bond, Possessive John, Knotting, Masturbation, Dominant John, Mating Cycles) – Sherlock is just out of university, but due to drug habits acquired at said college, Mycroft has cut him off, hoping to put a stop to it that way. Instead, Omega Sherlock struggles doubly, both with his cravings and with finding a job that will not bore him to death and support him financially. Then, when he is on the verge of being completely destitute, he finds several hundred pounds ticking into his account for no apparent reason. He thinks it's Mycroft, but instead he receives an email from someone who promises to send him more money every fortnight and put him up in a flat rent free, on two conditions; he will stop taking drugs and he will occasionally be asked to be a companion for someone. He does not want to be bought like some toy, but what choice does he have? The first time the door bell rings, he is sure the man will demand sex. But instead he finds a very sharply dressed man with money and physical power in his mid-30s who wants to talk with him and take him out to dinner. Things quickly escalates on the emotional and physical side for Sherlock, but can you really have a relationship with an Alpha like that?

Sugar Daddy John Series by Sexxica (E, 22,504+ w. across 7 works || Series WiP || Sugar Daddy John AU || Daddy Kink, Twink Sherlock, Implied/Referenced Drug Use, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-Con, Masturbation, Blow Jobs, Hand Jobs, Dirty Talk, Comeplay, Anal / Oral, Sex Toys, Praise Kink, Lingerie / Crossdressing) – The very best of Sugar Daddy John and his boy, Sherlock.

sherlock and his daddy series by rory_kent (M, 24,433+ w. across 6 works || Series WiP || BDSM / Sugar Daddy AU || Sugar Daddy John, Age Difference, Sub Sherlock, Daddy Kink, Military Kink, Subspace, Hurt/Comfort, Coffee Shop AU, Unilock) – Sherlock didn't mean to upset daddy he really didn't!

All the Rest (of What I Want) by philalethia (E, 68,082 w., 20 Ch. || Alternate First Meeting || ASiP, Texting, First Time, Daddy Kink, Sugar Daddy Sherlock, Daddy Sherlock, Sex Toys, Phone Sex, Sexting, Unsafe Sex, Service Domination) – After being invalided home from Afghanistan, John takes his therapist's advice and tries to meet people online. Specifically, he joins a fetish site, where he ends up interacting with a man called SH who keeps paying him money to perform odd tasks and seems very keen to take care of him. Basically: slow-build daddy kink. Part 1 of All the Rest 'Verse

Nine and a Half Weeks by CumberCurlyGirl and Kameo (E, 204,733+ w., 41/42 Ch. || WiP || American AU || Different First Meeting, Daddy Kink, Bottomlock, Anal Plug, Riding Crops, Spanking, Light Bondage, Anal/Oral, Aftercare, Posh John, Virgin Sherlock, Homophobia, Sugar Daddy John, Rimming, Coming in Pants, Light Dom/Sub, Past Sherlock / Victor, Light BDSM, Public Sex, John in a Kilt, Vibrators, Happy Ending) – Sherlock Holmes is about to graduate from high school in midwestern America. Despite his intelligence, his prospects are bleak due to poverty, an indifferent, alcoholic father and poor choices. One day, at work, he sells a riding crop to a handsome blonde Brit and his life is changed. He doesn't know what hit him - until he does. This is a story of a journey to love and self-acceptance and explores many themes along the way: drug abuse, grief, coming out, age difference, consent. Lots of sex but so much more.

[itsanidiom]

SHIPPER TAG GAME

LET'S GOOOOO~ tagged by @negrowhat

1. What ship were you completely obsessed with when you were a teenager, but now you don't care anymore?

Glorestor or Glorfindel / Erestor of Middle Earth Fanon Fame. Not that I don't CARE about it anymore, mind you. There's just not enough new content (for obvious reasons god it's old and there's like one conversation of original source material). I don't think about them as much anymore. Like I used to be reading fanfic EVERY NIGHT and we're talking like novel length fanfics (as you can imagine people in the LOTR fandom write lol). Anyway here's some super old fan art... (>u<)

2. Which ship would you consider your first one?

Oh god...something Dynasty Warriors related for sure...

Probably like Sun Ce / Zhao Yu or Gan Ning / Lu Xun. (GO WU! lol) I feel like there were other couples I'm totally forgetting right now...but yeah god I love Dynasty Warriors...

Also...daaamn Gan Ning looks good there I should go buy the latest game. (>w<)

3. Your first fanfic belonged to which couple?

Like the first one I wrote or read?? I went into my oldest of old "old writing" folders and found this list of docs that I haven't been touched in over ten years. SO I'm gonna saaaay it was a Dynasty Warriors fanfic...one of these pairings. (^ ^;)

Also kind of hilarious to see that I literally still organize my fanfic files in the same way for over half my fucking life ago...nice...

4. Do you remember the first couple you saw a fanart over?

I feel like it would have been something Inuyasha related. That or something Final Fantasy X. I do not remember, but it was probably some version of these scene.

5. Did you ever get into ship discourse?

Not that I can remember...do not need this in my life...lol but maybe I've reblogged some RPF like discourse? Like the "should or shouldn't you ship" type discussions. I'm on the side of "do whatever you want but don't send it to the famous people" [ex. like ATEEZ fanfic/fanart] or "if they are literally doing it as part of their promo go ahead, it's for fun/they literally requested it as part of their promo" [ex. BillyBabe]. (^ ^;)

6. Did you used to have any no-otp or have it currently?

It honestly always depends on the quality of the fanart or the fanfic because even a notp can turn into a OH!tp if it's good enough. [Exhibit a: my Phaya/Tharn/Chalothorn fanfic]

7. Who were the couple in the last fanfic you read?

Weirdly the one new Chalothon/Singh fic from The Sign. But I really need AO3 to fix the spelling of his name in the tag...

8. Currently, do you have any OTPs?

PhayaTharn are the current obsession~

Look at them...adorable...

9. Is there any couple that, to this day, you are extremely mad about not getting together?

Still wish John Wick / Santino fucked...also like James Bond / Q and The Protagonist / Neil and Arthur / Eames...bromance is SUCH a waste but considering the genres of these movies it is never gonna happen...I have to wait for the Thai BL versions lol (^ ^;)

10. Is there any ship you used to dislike but now you think they are kind of interesting?

OH I haven't been traumatized by watched it yet, but Dead Friends Forever has made me get onboard with Macau/Chay of KinnPorsche fame because OMG LOOK AT THESE CUTIES!!!!

11. Do you have any ship that, in the past, was considered normal but now you would be cancelled over?

GOD I remember there was a LOT of Sesshomaru x Inuyasha yaoi when I was a kid LMFAO like...straight up cancelled...I dunno if it was normal back then but no yaoi was normal back then so like it sadly all got lumped together or something...then again looking at some of the comics that are coming out these days...

12. What was your favorite crack ship?

All the McFassy ships from back in the day like OMG REMEMBER JUNGKOV?? STELIOS AND LETO??? ARCHIE AND ROBBIE? SO MANY CROSSOVERS!!

LOL Sorry that just brought me back LOL

13. Who is the couple you read more fanfics of?

Ahhhh I don't know...I usually either write a lot or read a lot...I literally have a fic rec list for Glorestor lol and then when I look in my AO3 bookmarks the top ship is Hannigram sooooo let's say Hannigram even though I haven't read one for a while.

14. What most of your ships usually have in common?

toll and smol...i like me a toll and a smoll...lol or big and small...i dunno something something contrast something something just crush him and/or be uncharacteristically gentle or somehow incapacitate the larger man with your wiles...that is all...

15. What do you absolutely hate in a ship?

Miscommunication < seconding @negrowhat's response. Cannot stand it. Such a boring trope. Very annoying for me (the audience).

[mrssimply]

💕 self-love time! talk about which ones of YOUR creations (edits, artworks, fanfics) you like the most then send to other creators to do the same 💕

Awww! Thank youuuu! It's a nice game and I won't pass an opportunity to rant about my fics ahah.

My favorites works are my two less popular fics.

The first one is To the Day I die, which is the final installment of my "Johnny goes to therapy" series. I started the series when I opened prompts something like two years ago. After that, I got inspired by @rockerboyrepo's series "difficult to love" and wrote a follow-up where Johnny 1) propose to Kerry and 2) doesn't die in the tower in 2023.

Now, I realize how out of character Johnny proposing to Kerry can sound, but it was the challenge: to make it believable and I think i kinda nailed that ;).

To the Day I Die was inspired by the feelings I got from listening to Zeit, from Ramstein (it has very little to do with the fic otherwise). I was also in a phase where I was obsessed with Johnny pinning for Kerry (Lindechir and Thedevilchicken's fics are to blame, thanks to their amazing fics!). To the Day I Die happens ten year after the previous one, and they're at a point in their relationship where their marriage falls appart, predictably. What I liked about writing this one was playing with a Johnny that is slightly less angry than the one we know, but a lot more depressed. He tries to do the right thing, even if it kills him and also, "the right thing" is absolutely not the actual right thing, of course.

I wrote that fic "delicately", like I suppose one can write poetry: each word was weighed and carefully placed. I was so proud of this one when I finished it and it was with giddiness that I published it.

Publishing was disappointing. The fic didn't, and still doesn't, get the engagement I felt it deserved due to the hard work behind it. It took all my energy not to whine about that, and to deal with the disappointment "maturely". This fic, I think, was a big step toward really learning to write for myself, because I want to, because I can, and to care less about comments and kudos.

I might sound like I'm trying to reassure myself but I think that fic wasn't really a fic: it doesn't cater to what people come looking for when they search for a Silverdyne fic, and Johnny is probably too OOC, though it is justified in the story by what happened before. So I understand why it didn't get the success I hoped in terms of views, kudos and comments, and now i can really say i don't care anymore. But i was hard when it happened, and I've wanted to say it for a while now, to acknowledge it and give voice to my inner author who was very hurt in the process.

The second of my favorites fic is the John Wick fic. It would never have seen the light of day if I hadn't lived through what I lived with To the Day I Die. As I said, this fic freed me so when I started writing The Leash and later it's follow-up (soon to be published), I knew it would not gather a lot of recognition by numbers. The John Wick fandom is small and consists a lot of fics between John and the reader, while I wrote about Santino/John, a rarepair.

Plus, I arrived late, a good while after the battle ahah. The few people invested in that ship left a long time ago, since the second movie got out in like, 2016 or something. But i didn't care, that fic had to get out. I paused for a long time because it was still hard to motivate myself when I knew it was gonna be read by like, 3 people (it got read by a little more ;)), and I was doing other projects, but after seeing the 4th movie I finished it.

Publishing was... Something. I still hoped, but I was prepared. There was something else this time, too: this fic was precious, and more than lack of recognition I feared bad reactions because the John Wick I depicted is maybe not the one most portrayed. I made him a sub (though that evolves through the story) and someone with too much empathy for his world, where I've seen a lot of work where he's really cold, detached, and generally more dominant in bed.

I was afraid people wouldn't get it, but once again, my dead friend Rockerboyrepo was here to reassure me, and to help me see it through. I gifted the fic to him as a thank you.

Now, the fic amazingly got a lot more engagement that I hoped, and it was all very positive so I'm just very happy! And maybe happy I'm converting people to that ship once again ahaha.

I'll stop here before I bore you all out, thank you once again @bearodyne for the ask!!! ❤️❤️❤️

[unheoly-confessions]

music tag game

Tagged by @1roentgen hiii Ollie <3<3

>first 10 tracks from my music shuffled and (maybe) 10 people tagged

I'll add a little tidbit abt the song for propaganda purposes and also I just want to

1. Chlorophorm Girl - Polkadot cadaver

Obsessed w this song atm. I play it a genuinely unhealthy amount. Little ballad from the pov of a guy keeping a girl in his basement! Always fun

2. This is Love - Air Traffic Controller

Yet another song I have a totally normal relationship with! Something abt it is so hypnotic. About an abusive relationship though so beware

3. For the Departed - Shayfer James

Shayfer is genuinely one of my favorite artists and one of the few I can say sounds even better live. Every one of his songs is amazing but this is one of the best. God this song is so good

4. Something Wicked (That Way Went) - vernian process

What can I say Im a sucker for a song w calliope

5. Terry's Taxidermy - Teddy Hyde

This song uses knife sharpening and "skin" ripping noises as percussion. And has a jazz band. This song rules no further questions. Also its abt a dude taxidermying himself and that goes about as well as you'd expect

6. Knives are Dangerous, Kid, So Cut The Theatrics - Jhariah

Wouldn't it be fucked up if the guy you hitchhiked a ride from and intended to kill... also intended to kill you? Yeah haha would that be fucked up or what. Anyway jharia goes so hard always and I'm such a sucker for a story song, if that wasn't immensely obvious. In my top 10 songs rn for sure

7. Estate Sale Sign - Mountain Goats

Truly a quintessential TMG song. I love when John gets to really let out that energy he has while singing the dude always sounds like he's fucking exploding with it when he sings. Every martyr in this jungle is gonna get his wish. Truly what else is there to say I'm not to patiently waiting for next week when I get to see them again!!!

8. Indecisive - Spill Tab ft Tommy Genesis

Found her through my roomate taking me to a Gus Dapperton concert but she's rad. A lot more poppy than I normally go for but this chorus was so fun esp live

9. Red Signal - The Mechanisms

Who doesn't love an ancient incantation. And also the imminent destruction of the fabric of the universe for the select few people (who also happen to be characters of greek mythology. Mechs got Layers dont worry abt it) on this train. This can barely be called a song as it is mostly chanting and spoken word but it may just be my most repeated mechanisms one.

10. Sub-Partical Supercollider - The Glorious Veins

GOD. I love science. And songs about science. And stupidly expensive failures. Anyone who has talked to me recently has realized I am very interested in the superconducting supercollider and while this song is about a different partial accelerator entirely I- ok I've lost everyone reading but this is Pique rock song abt stupid science stuff I promise. Just genuinely a good tune

I'm not gonna tag so if yall wanna do it feel free to say I tagged you !

[cellarfulofnose]

We Were Talking About the Space Between Us

prompt #98. flower power!

(I know I said I'd write a different prompt, but this one was bouncing around my head and I had to get it written out. Hope it tides you over until I get back to requests)

At first, George is angry and hurt that Paul won't trip with them. What's the point, if they're not going to do this together? He knows, now with more lucidity than ever, that a good thing is meant to be shared. If Paul can't see that, he needs only to expand his consciousness, and there's no better way. But he's too obsessed by control--to hear John tell it, anyroad. Can't bear not having his wits about him, giving up control for half a minute and just being.

John, by contrast, is more than happy to explore this wonderful new world with him, all the wicked twists and turns it has to offer. It's so much better with him, too. When they sit together, minds split open, George is sure he's never met someone who can talk about gods and souls and bodies and music the way John can. They connect on levels George wouldn't have thought possible. After a few months, he's not upset with Paul anymore. He feels bad for him for a while, but when all the resentment has faded, he starts to feel a little smug. Paul can't do what they do. He doesn't have what they have, not in his wildest dreams. Soon he stops thinking of Paul altogether when they trip.

Until one day, he does.

He remembers something Ringo said to him, after that party with Mick and Marianne and company. Helping Paul get over an insecurity. He'd scoffed when he heard it, but now his brain is inviting him down paths he hasn't thought to follow. There's something he's been meaning to ask John, in that vein. And with his thoughts coming and going like a river, he doesn't want to forget. Why? becomes Why not? John will probably say no, anyway.

"Yeah, sure," says John, only slightly slowed by the LSD, his smile hazy but full of color.

For some reason, that gets George smiling so wide it hurts his ears, and he almost misses John's instructions. Hold your nose. Hold your breath. Don't even breathe in.

That's it? Piece of piss. He'll have it down pat in no time.

"Ready?"

George nods, though he doesn't know what he's saying yes to, and then John's pulling his head toward his chest, burying his face in his lapels. George's nose sinks into the fluffy, feathery trim of John's outrageous jacket. The feeling is very green, and somewhat sharp, triangular. It tickles. He laughs.

"Breathe," orders John, and gives a huge sniff to demonstrate. George obediently inhales, and right away, the tickle is enough to make him laugh again, so itchy he can almost hear it. It's hard to inhale while giggling, but he manages. He nuzzles against the trim, and everything's green now, vernal green-yellow. John can feel it, too--somehow, he knows this; John can feel everything that's happening to him. The fantastic tickle. The way his breath suddenly leaps in his chest...Oh.

"John." It's thin, frail. He can't quite get enough air. But each time he gasps, it's as if the floor beneath them, the whole room is shifting--gasping. "I think..." he pants, "I'm gonna..."

"Hold it," John sighs, sounding equally out of breath, "hold it."

George doesn't want to move. He keeps rubbing his nose into John's trim--is it fur, or feathers? It makes him feel bigger, fuller, but hot with urgency, like he's barreling toward something huge and shattering.

But he can't, he remembers with crushing clarity. He's got to stop it. He gasps, again and again, the last one pulling him away from John's jacket. The ground is shaking. Just as he's certain the earth is going to explode, he clamps a hand around his nose.

"--'ptsschhhw!"

For a split second, everything goes static-white. Then George is spinning dizzy, like the floor just tipped to the side. God, that was...rapture. He was born again, like a star, in a flash of light. No, wait--fuck, he wasn't supposed to do that. He was supposed to hold it in. But John felt it too, right? Surely he couldn't fault him for that, not for something so pleasurable...

John huffs a sharp breath out through his nose, looking intensely uncomfortable, his face pinched. "Don't--" he begins, but coughs in the middle of it. He swats at the air like he's trying to bat away smoke. "Try not to--do that again. If you can."

He doesn't sound angry at all; in fact, he sounds pleading. Something's wrong. Green fills George's peripheral vision, covering the walls and floor, climbing all over them. "Why, what's--"

"Please, the..." John waves his hand, gesturing between them. "...the flowers," he manages, just above a whisper, and instantly George sees. They're in a garden, lush with rainbows of different buds. Each petal bowl is mostly closed, some loosely enough that he can see a slice of their golden center. They look heavy, almost drooping on their stalks. When he sighs in wonder, a strong wind ripples through the garden, and every flower trembles--just a bit more force, and they'd burst right open. Erupt in petals and pollen.

But that would mean, just now, when he--shit, he'd blown it right at John. That's why John looks so uneasy, he's trying to breathe through a faceful of pollen. "Sorry," George blurts, "I didn't mean to..."

"It's okay, 's just..." John's breath catches and he touches his nose, delicately, like it's something fragile. "You couldn't help it, 's just, I think...I think you better not do it again."

"Yeah," George agrees, and he means it. He won't.

That is, as long as the flowers remain undisturbed. "I think you'd better not, either," George adds, and John nods dejectedly. All right. It won't be easy, but they can do it.

Only...

George feels what John is feeling. Everything that John is feeling. And right now, John (and by extension, George) has a very, very itchy nose. This isn't good. George doesn't like this at all. "Um--" When his voice comes out thicker than he'd hoped, he has to clear his throat. "I sh- I should go."

"What?" John looks horrified. "No, you can't, you can't leave me here..." He grabs both of George's hands, as if to physically stop him. "Not alone with the flowers, George, Christ..."

George's stomach turns with guilt. He knows he can't do it; John wouldn't stand a chance. But just looking at John, just hearing his voice waver, watching his nostrils redden and twitch, all of it's nudging George dangerously close to the edge of another sneeze. "I know, but I...I feel it from you, it's your nose, and I don't think I could hold it back, I feel like I'm...like I'm gonna sn--"

"God, don't say that," John begs. His hand flies up to pinch his nose as his eyes screw shut, turning far enough away from George so that he doesn't have to look at him, but it doesn't do any good. His breath is coming in fluttering gasps that make the flowers sway and dance.

"Please," whispers George.

"I'm...trying--!" John stammers, then convulses forward into his hand. His whole body rocks, but there's no sound--almost none, just a smothered noise in his throat, contained in his head. He takes a shuddering gulp of air and lurches forward again, twice more, squelching two more sneezes into near-silence. The flowers squirm and bulge...and stay closed. Both of them sigh heavily, relief mixed with exhaustion. "Sorry," John snuffles.

George can't answer, isn't even sure his voice would work. It must be the smell of the flowers that's getting to him now, and God, there are so many of them; sharp red ones like tongues of flame, perfect pink tulips, blue bells, fat clusters of lilacs. Pretty ones and ones that don't look quite right, that swim and spiral if you look at them straight on. If they all opened at once...Jesus Christ. John still hasn't recovered, and no wonder. George can feel vividly, electrically, that holding back brought him no relief. Might have worsened things, even, denying himself release like that. Denying them both. George doesn't think he has the strength, if it comes down to him.

"Fucking hell, John." George buries his head in his hands, pawing at his eyes and nose. He's so itchy. He just wants to flush it out.

"I know, all right? It was your..." John sniffles, "brilliant idea..."

George catches a glimpse of the tears welling up in John's eyes and whips around to look the other way, but the damage is done. He feels it already. There's nothing else in his head. The fucking state of them, twitching with little stuttery breaths, eyes and noses weeping. It's all too much. "Just one," he prays.

"No--"

"I can't stand it, John, my nose, I've got to..." George's breath hitches, but not just his. He's part of something so far beyond him, and he can see traces of it now, the deity that breathed life into man's nostrils, gearing up for a sneeze on a cosmic scale. He can't stop it--he doesn't dare.

John cries out in warning and claps both hands over George's nose and mouth just as he sneezes, like a cork forced into the mouth of a bottle. George doesn't know which way is up--he can't breathe, he's going to sneeze again--he buckles forward into John's hands, stifling the explosion.

He did it. Just like John told him to.

John must feel George's smile of triumph, because he breaks out in a grin too. But he must be feeling more than that--they're still linked, after all, and this time, there's nothing stopping John from gasping a sudden, sharp breath and sneezing down at the floor.

"hheH'TChhew!!"

In perfect synchronicity with the deity. And with the room around them, George realizes, as every flower sprays a fairy-dust shower of pollen into the air, gold and glittering. A white rose turns sniffly pink, a few lilies of the valley seem to drip.

"Jesus wept," John sputters, tearing his hands away from George to shield his face with his jacket. George yanks his collar up over his nose and starts to cough. The flowers cough too, and the deity's eyes are fluttering closed again, pinching tightly shut...

In retrospect, George can't say how long it lasted after that. Whether it was hours or just a couple of sneezes back-and-forth between them. But when the garden's just a carpet again, they're exhausted, panting for breath, their noses running all over their clothes.

John clears his throat a couple times. "Could do with another dose."

"Yeah," says George, and they bustle into the kitchen in search of the tea.

John brings it up a few days later ('Anything good?'), and by then George has forgotten the finer details. Something to do with the beauty of nature--and cripes, was it beautiful. That he remembers clearly. Oneness with the divine, how they're all connected, your pain is my pain and that. Discipline over one's body. Paul bristles when they talk about it in front of him, which for some reason John keeps doing. George knows it's petty, but maybe it'll get under his skin and he'll decide to join them next time.

Still, maybe it's for the best that he hasn't decided to yet. George rather doubts he would've survived the garden.

[eddiesghxst]

I HOPE YOU CAN STILL REMEMBER THE QUESTION ABOUT THAT YOU ASKED ME WHAT IS MY FAVORITE JOHN WICK PART- all of the sequels are amazing and the action scenes gets cooler and intense as always and hello- KEANU REEVES is the best! I love the first one, it's just so great and the suspense about "The Boogeyman" scene is so freaking awesome like I remember my dad was geeking out while he's showing this film to me when I was 13 or 14 and I became so obsessed with it! I might be biased about it because Willem Dafoe and John Leguizamo is in there like I know they're just supporting actors but I just really like how it is written- it's so iconic- AND ALSO THE DAMN DOG had me gasping for air 😔✋🏻 I'm such a nerd about films like I could talk about it all day lmao

OKAY, LEMME JUST RANT ABOUT THE NEW CHAPTERS OF PRICE OF FAME?!? IT JUST KEEPS GETTING BETTER AND BETTER ON EVERY PART THAT YOU JUST RELEASED?!? THAT WHOLE SERIES?!? IS LITERALLY MY LIFE RIGHT NOW! I honestly adore your writing (you deserve more recognition‼️the immediate urge to reblog your every post and I will stand right behind you whenever someone tries to tear you down- I swear to my soul 🤺🤺🤺🤺 ) and omfg your humor and your enthusiasm is so real like I could tell we both have the same chaotic energy 😭🫶🏻✨

and there's one more to answer your question about how I'm doing (thank you btw! I love you so much! 🥺) because I've been out of Tumblr for a long time, I had a LOT of family gathering and taking breaks when I'm getting drained in college lol- I just love it whenever I checked your profile and read all your fics it just brings such a good mood and a smile to my face! I hope you're doing okay always and I wish you're safe and taking care of yourself out there! KEEP DOING WHAT YOU LOVE AND WHAT MAKES YOU HAPPY AHHHHHH I MISS INTERACTING WITH YOUUUUU 😭😭💖💖

UGHHH LOVE LOVE LOVE KEANU, LOVE THAT MAN DOWN !! HE DESERVES ALL THE LOVE IN THE WORLD🥹

AND YES SO TEA BC LITERALLY SAME !! my dad got me into action movies when i was littleeee so now im just an action junkie💀 like i used to religiously watch kill bill for fun😭 AND THEN JOHN WICK CAME AND IVE NEVER BEEN THE SAME I LOVE THAT MAN I COULD GO ON AND ON ABT HIM✋

STOP UR GONNA MAKE ME CRY STINK🥹🥹🥹 IT MEANS SO MUCH TO ME THAT U LOVE POF SO MUCH, ITS BEEN VERY FUN SHARING THEM SO IM HAPPY THEYRE LOVED (maybe not eddie yet but that’s okay) BUT OHHH IM GIVING U THE FATTEST SMOOCH THROUGH THE SCREEN TY STINK ILY

and girllll, literally same😭 when i tell yall college has been beating my ass with a stick😭 i’m down bad every week😭 BUT WE PERSIST ! WE’RE GONNA MAKE IT BESTIE I BELIEVE IN US !! WE’RE GETTING THAT DAMN DEGREE OKAY !

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Ask Game to Get to Know You

I was tagged by @deathishauntedbyhumans a fat bit ago, so imma do it now, lol

What book are you currently reading?

I guess technically I'm reading The Qur'an for an English class that looks at Biblical texts as literature. Pretty interesting so far.

What's your favorite movie you saw in theaters this year?

Uhh, gotta be Puss in Boots: The Last Wish, but I feel like once I see John Wick Chapter 4, it could replace that. I've been dying to see it.

What do you usually wear?

Uh, idk I gues like comfortable clothes that I can lounge around in??? Clothes that maybe say Gender tm idk

How tall are you?

5'4. 5'4 and a half of a good day.

What's your Star Sign? Do you share a birthday with a celebrity or a historical event?

Aquarius. I mean, it's on Valentine's Day, so.

Do you go by your name or a nickname?

In public, I go by my birth name, and in private, I go by my chosen name. Honestly, I guess either one isn't so bad to be called, but I think one day I would like to be called by my chosen name in public.

Did you grow up to become what you wanted to be when you were a child?

Nope, and I'm very thankful I never did. I don't care what benefits the military or being a cop has. I'm not doing either, lmao

Are you in a relationship? If not, who is your crush if you have one?

I'm not, and I dont think I have one? It's more like it would be nice to be in a relationship in general, but I'm also not thinking too hard about it rn.

What's something you're good at vs. something you are bad at?

Good at drawing, bad at math.

Dogs or cats?

Both cause I got both.

What's something you would like to create stuff for?

I'd really like to do my own video essays one day on things that I like/things that are important to me. And, also I would like to film a project one day. Also, highkey, my brother, sister, and I joke that we should be writers in like any company we grew up with (Lucasfilms, TellTale Games). Hire us, you cowards, lmao. If not, we'd just start a podcast talking about how something should be written, lmao

If you draw/write, or create in any way, what's your favorite picture/favorite line/favorite etc. from something you created this year?

Haven't written much this year, but I think my favorite art piece that I haven't shared on here was a drawing I did last night of Ruby Rose from RWBY, then seeing an old pic I did of her in 2017. Maybe I'll post the two at some point cause I like to show the growth I had.

What's something you're currently obsessed with?

The Persona games. Currently playing three and four. I'll find out a way to check out the first two games.

What's something you were excited about that turned out to be disappointing this year?

Can't think of anything at the moment

What's a hidden talent of yours?

The talent is so hidden that I haven't even figured it out yet lmao. Though maybe it's writing angst, I found out that I'm pretty good at that.

Are you religious?

I think at the end of the day, yeah, I am. But it's not extreme.

What's something you wish to have at this moment?

Not sure how I should answer this question since I'm interpreting it in multiple ways. Uh, I guess maybe like a chest binder? Or some like hot wings idk

I'll tag @sampoststuff @sharkmobster @indigomuunz @youraveragedeltafan, but honestly, anyone can do this

[callmearcturus]

here's the thing, because I've been obsessing over this shit

so Tom Cruise got into his horrible death cult of self-improvement metrics and almost torched his career by jumping on a couch and being an unbearable person who picked said cult over family

so Paramount was like "eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeh we GUESS you can do another Mission Impossible movie buuuuut we want it to be Cruise's last one, and here is Jeremy Renner fresh out of The Hurt Locker, perfect dude to take over"

this was an early flag of the Disneyfication of our media, obviously, the way cinema is/was being turned from an important craft lead by actors where directors had a lot of swing over how a film was made, and is now becoming consumable serial culture that is more about building on the recognition of a previous installment than anything related to the Art of Cinema. which is bad for literally every person involved but the studio executives.

and so Tom Cruise goes "fuck you actually" and climbs the Burj Khalifa while suspended on a single wire that was so narrow, they didn't even need to edit it out in post for more scenes. Paramount was going to make him into another disposable cog and he refused by showing no one else can do this, so back off.

In the finale of Rogue Nation, there's this sequence where the main villain, Solomon Lane I think, has kidnapped Benji and strapped a bomb to him and is using a contact lens camera to look at Ethan Hunt. He wants the MacGuffin list of bank accounts Hunt has. And Cruise/Hunt looks directly into camera and says "I am the disc, without me you have nothing." Which is about as subtle as a brick to the face.

Cruise has done an interesting thing with his public persona in the wake of how he nearly torched his career. Dom Nero, one of the EotD hosts, talks about his time working at/with Esquire Magazine and how even with this megahit movies no one floats the idea of doing a story on Cruise because its just a Known Fact that Cruise doesn't do profiles. He will talk to you about movies but otherwise, fucking forget it.

He's a man who has black boxed his personal life until he's basically fashioned himself into an avatar of cinematic craft. He doesn't want anything of himself out in the world except that one thing; the craft the craft its all about the craft.

So here is my existential crisis, is that since the Disneyfication of cinema, since we've reached this age of extreme disposability of film, where the stratification of risk-tasking films vs the anemic cowardly installment-based franchise is so fucking stark... I kind of hate films? I didn't used to, but I hate how little craft there is anymore. It sucks. It makes me think of film as, barring aberrations like John Wick and EEAAO, there is nothing there for me. There is no big budget movie that actually cares about being a showpiece. It's all googling what order you're supposed to watch the latest MCU arc in.

And the thing is that once this one weirdo cultist actor finally goes too far and gets himself killed on set, there is no one else. No one else has the power to go "I want to make a movie" and have the cache to make something happen. No one else stands up for sheer craft and cinema history.

This sounds like I'm a Tom Cruise Stan, and nnnnope. This is the crux of my existential terror about movies is that he is the only one doing this shit. Either this motherfucker is going to brute force a revival of cinema that gives a shit about more than CGI and setting up The Next Installment, or he's going to die for the cause.

I wish there were other people doing the damn thing. But also, doing the damn thing means climbing the Burj Khalifa. It means hanging off the side of a plane during takeoff in 27F weather and nearly getting killed by a pebble. It means doing 100 HALO jumps to get 3 good takes. It means whatever the fuck his batshit stunt is going to be in Dead Reckoning Part 1.

And all of that is so fucking much to demand of a human being, I guess it makes sense the guy willing to sign up and do it is the most well-known member of The Cult Of Self-Improvement.

The whole situation is weird. It feels like cinema itself is on the line.

i'm having an existential crisis about tom fucking cruise because the Eye of the Duck podcast's miniseries profiling the Mission Impossible movies

/stares at the wall

[frostironfudge]

Hii love!! Just an idea for a request. Slytherin Loki x hufflepuff reader, where she’s worried he doesn’t want to be seen in public with her because she’s a hufflepuff? Just lots of fluff and Loki being super proud to be her boyfriend??

If you don’t wanna write it no problem!! Just obsessed with the loki/Harry Potter cross over sm. have a lovely day!!

May I Call You Mine? - Loki Laufeyson (Hogwarts AU)

AN: Hi @rosaline-black thank you so much for this lovely request! I'm very excited by what I came up with, I'm so sorry about the delay in replying, I sincerely hope you enjoy it! Let me know your thoughts, have a wonderful day!

Summary: based on the above prompt.

Pairing: Slytherin!Loki x Hufflepuff!Reader

Warnings: Bullying of Hufflepuff reader and a few muggle-born first years by a few pureblood characters, use of the term 'mudblood', angst, Slytherin!Loki being a sweetheart, the entire staff ships this SlytherPuff duo i dont make the rules, swearing?, LOADS OF FLUFF.

Word Count: 2995

Masterlist / AO3

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“Hey mudblood!” You can hear Sharon Carter but you chose to ignore her. Carrying on walking across the Castle's courtyard, eyes trained on the ground to you don’t slip on the melting snow.

“Oi, Mudblood, I’m talking to you.�� Her minion Rumlow called out, you gave a glance towards them out of the periphery, they were three, all a year younger from Ravenclaw and Slytherin. You sigh, never really liking bullies, carrying on walking.

“Oh leave her, look here’s a first year mudblood group, how did two of you manage to get into Slytherin?” You hear them laugh out at the first years.

“The-the sorting hat picked us…” You hear Peter’s familiar voice, he had asked you a lot of questions when he knew you were talking up studying for being a healer.

Something makes you stop and turn that’s when you see the flash of green beginning to spark out of Rumlow’s wand, you drop you bag, “Protego!” You bellow, the shield emanating between the bullying group and reflecting the green glow of the Levicorpus they had casted.

The group of bullies look at you, glares and scowls grace their features,

“Listen up, Mudblood.” Sharon starts,

“I am a year above you, I suggest you show some respect.” You warn, you look towards the first years who scurry away to the sideline.

“I don’t respect tainted blood.” Her minion, you recognise the Ravenclaw, John Walkeer, spits on the ground.

“Well, I didn’t know purebloods were so mannerless.” You smile as they step forward, pissed off at your words,

“Scared of a Hufflepuff?” You ask, they begin walking towards you wands out.

You take a step back, considering your next spell.

“Seems like the Hufflepuff is scared.” Rumlow has a wicked smile, he points his wand to you, “Bombarda.” He utters as you are launched in the air when the stone border of the courtyard explodes from beside you.

“Arresto Momentum!” Loki breaks your fall towards the sharp rubble, making you land on the snow. Loki’s hand twitches to extend towards you, but it stops midair. Your heart stopping with it.

“Ah, Perfect Prefect Laufeyson, here to have fun with us?” Sharon asks, smirking.

“15 points from Slytherin, 15 points from Ravenclaw.” Loki fumes, moving towards you.

“Listen, mate.” Rumlow stops Loki midway grabbing his arm,

“C’mon, you know they are beneath us.” He lightly taps Loki’s chest with the back of his hand.

“I beg your pardon?” Loki pushes the hand away harshly.

“Laufeyson, come on, don’t tell me you have a soft spot for this,” John begins trying to find the right insult, grimacing as his gaze shifts over to you.

The ringing in your ears is not dying down and you wonder if your insecurities are right, maybe Loki does prefer not being seen with you.

“This, filthy little mudblood couldn’t amount to anything maybe a pureblood’s hidden plaything at best.” Sharon completes, crossing her arms satisfied as the words latch around your mind, clawing into your skin.

“Her name is Y/N,” Loki moves towards you, wrapping an arm around your waist, you sniffle and shift, he doesn’t have to do this, he helps you up, you try not to wince when you put pressure on your left leg.

“She is my girlfriend. She could have you three down on the floor with non verbal spells, but she is not a bully like you. Her blood status does not define her. I am honoured to have her chose to be with me.” Loki glowers at them, you look up at him in surprise.

“You want to be seen with me?” Your voice barely above a whisper, Loki’s eyes meet yours, his hardened expression softens,

“Kitten, I love you, deeply, I’d be fucking stupid if I didn’t show off my girlfriend. We hadn’t spoken about things, I was on my way to you, when I found these dimwitted buffoons attacking you.”

“Are you kidding me? Her?” Rumlow looks gobsmacked so does Sharon.

“I love you too.” You sniffle, “I thought, you—”

You stop speaking when the teachers finally arrive Professor Snape, Professor Sprout and Professor McGonagall.

“Mr. Laufeyson, since you are the prefect, care to explain what transpired here?” Professor Snape’s bored tone, a stark contrast to his angered expression.

You try pulling away from Loki, he keeps a firm arm around you.

“Professor, Ms. Carter, Mr. Rumlow and Mr. Walker were attacking Ms. Y/L/N, I was there when she was midair as a result of a Bombarda spell, I broke her fall with Arresto Momentum.” Loki explained what he had seen.

“Why was this display of skill done Ms. Y/L/N?” Snape turns to you, you swallow, not having the best track record with him.

“Professor, they,” You gesture to the three, “They began calling me a mud-mudblood, when I ignore them they set their eyes on Peter—Mr. Parker, Ms. Jones and Mr. Leeds, they tried casting Levicorpus, I blocked it with Protego. They then turned to me,” You exhale as you finish explaining to the point of being in the air.

“You three, wands, now.” Professor Snape turns to the two Slytherins and one Ravenclaw, they hand him the wands, “Headmaster’s office.” They don’t move an inch, “Now!” Professor Snape’s voice grows menacing and they scramble, slipping on the snow and tripping towards the corridor.

Professor Snape shares a look with Loki then with Professor Sprout and Professor McGonagall.

“Well, I think the free show is over? Back to your common rooms!” Professor McGonagall looks around at the crowd, everyone begins scurrying away not wishing to test the Gryffindor head of house, “30 points to Hufflepuff.” She gives you a small smile.

“Mr. Laufeyson, take her to the infirmary would you?” Professor Sprout, gives him a warm smile and a worried expression as she gives you a once over.

“I’m fine, Professor, really.” You assure.

She only gives Loki a look, he nods, you look between them questioningly.

Loki begins leading you towards the infirmary, Peter walks up to the two of you MJ and Ned in tow,

“Thank you.” They all say in a chorus and you laugh,

“It’s alright just pay them no mind okay?” You say and they nod, “Your actions and choices define you, not your blood.” You add, hoping they understand.

Loki smiles at you, adoring the way you encourage them, he can’t understand why you would let Sharon’s words break you, though he would address it and make sure he doesn’t ever make you feel that way.

The three of them let you both go, when the stairs come into view, you pale, knowing how much walking was a task.

“Will you be able to climb?” Loki asks, despite him holding onto you you tried your best to hide the fact that each step made pain sear through your leg.

“Y-yeah.” You say a little out of breath.

“Kitten…” Loki eyes you, catching your wince and whimper at the first step, you close your eyes, gritting your teeth.

When you open your eyes, Loki is carrying you in his arms,

“Loki I—,”

“I asked you if you’re hurt and you say no, I would have started carrying you earlier, Kitten, you cannot hide these things.” He gives you a worried expression, carrying you through the empty infirmary towards the beds, he slowly sets you down, helping you sit up halfway.

“I’m going to find Madame Pomfrey.” Loki kisses your forehead, as he goes towards her door.

You sigh when he’s out of earshot, replaying the way he told you he loves you, your cheeks redden as the blush creeps across you.

“Oh dear, where does it hurt?” Madame Pomfrey rushes to you, Loki smiles when he recognises your blush,

“Do you feel feverish dear?” She asks, you shake your head, her palm presses against your forehead, you sneak a glance at Loki, he’s grinning like the devil.

“I love you,” He mouths, the red on your cheeks deepens,

“I think I will give you something for the feverishness none the less, now Mr. Laufeyson tells me your leg hurts?” She moves towards your feet, waving a hand as your shoes and socks remove themselves.

“Anywhere else?” She looks up before she begins examining you, “I think my thigh?” You seem unsure but it does ache.

“I will um, wait right outside,” Loki tells you, knowing he would be told to leave since you would have to change. You nod at him, “I will be back the minute you’re done.” He assures, you mouth to him, ‘I love you.’ He blushes as well, retreating outside.

The divider moves to surround your bed, as you change into the gown, Madame Pomfrey examines you, deeming the leg having a broken bone and the thigh being bruised due to the impact of the stones.

Loki returns as you wait for Madame Pomfrey to return with your treatments.

“I’m sorry you had to go through that.” He takes your hand in his, when he looks at the bruised and swollen foot he winces.

“What did you want to tell me?” You divert his attention.

“When?” He wonders,

“When you said you were coming to find me, Loki…” You laugh at his confusion, he then raises his eyebrows,

“Ah yes! I was actually coming to ask you, if you wanted to go to the Astronomy tower tonight?” His smile drops when you look disappointed.

“Oh.” You say, the earlier insecurities returning,

“No, not, not for sex,” Loki cups your cheek, you look at him, “There is a meteor shower, tonight, I was going to ask you to be my girlfriend there and tell you I love you.”

“Oh.” Your heart flutters at his honesty, Loki’s biting his lip waiting for your response.

“Like a date?” You ask,

“Precisely.” He smiles.

“I’m sorry that we can’t go…” You gesture to your leg, frowning.

“But you would if you could?” Loki wonders, grinning as you nod, he presses his lips to yours, you smile into the kiss, it feels warm, radiant, burning bright between the two of you.

You can taste the mint on his tongue, you cup his cheek.

A cough makes you both pull away blushing sheepish.

“I see the cause of the feverishness.” Madame Pomfrey smiles knowingly, setting down the bottle of Skele-Gro and a cup.

“Please no.” You mumble, paling at the awful liquid you would have to drink.

“You must, you know this, Y/N, 3/4th cup.” Madame Promfrey reminds you, an owl sits on the window, “I have to get this,” She says.

“I’ll make sure she has it.” Loki assures, as Madame Promfrey returns to her room.

“Loki,” you whine when he pours out the liquid to measure.

“Kitten, you have to.” He brings the glass to your lips, you scrunch your nose, turning your head away.

“Kitten.” His tone changes, you look back at him.

“It tastes awful and then it hurts.” You reason.

“I know baby, I’ve had it before, but you need to drink it. Want you all better for dancing around at The Three Broomsticks don’t I?” Loki offers the glass again, you still refuse.

“Alright, how about, for every sip, you get a kiss?” Loki offers waiting for you to decide, when you nod he grins,

“Sit next to me?” You ask, shifting to make place, he joins in resting his arm around your shoulder, you sigh at the warmth.

That is how it goes, you wince taking a sip, swallowing it down, then Loki kisses you, not caring if there is a bitter taste due to the potion. You still apologise after each kiss.

“Fifteen.” You grin at him he laughs, setting the cup down, happy that it is empty.

“Fifteen kisses, did you take smaller sips for more kisses, Kitten?” He kisses your temple.

“Maybe.” You giggle.

Loki chuckles shaking his head, fingers softly tracing over your arm.

“Pain’s gong to start in a while.” You murmur.

“Accio, chocolate.” Loki’s book bag shakes, as the chocolate bar emerges, he breaks a piece feeding it to you, “I will be right here.” He promises.

You watch as Loki is in quiet contemplation, his gaze meets yours, you feel his green eyes stir with raw emotion, “I hope you know I am not embarrassed or ashamed to be seen with you. I can understand why Sharon’s words had an impact, I haven’t done the best to define things but never would I not be proud to call you mine and be yours.”

“Loki…” Your eyes get glassy as you blink back the tears, “I just, I know you didn’t mean for it, you don’t have to say these things if you aren’t ready. Um, I think, Sharon was right—,”

“Don’t you dare say that.” Loki interjects, fists forming, “I do not care if you are a Hufflepuff or muggle born, hell if you had a third head or limb I would still fall for you, still want you next to me, I’d still call you kitten, I’d still call you mine. I’d still hold your hand, kiss you, in front of people and behind closed doors.”

His words hold weight in the air, you can feel how much he’s trying to make you understand and a part of you does understand.

“I’m proud to be yours.” He adds, hoping praying he has eased some of your worries.

You bite your lip, “Even with a third head?”

Loki chuckles, “I’d kiss all foreheads, temples, and cheeks and lips. I’d even say I love you thrice.”

You smile, and Loki knows he’s gotten through to you because it reaches your enchanting eyes.

Loki pulls you close, making you lay against him, as he has his arm tucked under you.

Your fingers grip his jumper as the dull pain takes prominence,

“I’m right here, you’re doing so well.” He kisses over your forehead, cheek, jaw.

“I know it hurts, I wish I could stop that, you’re so strong.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

After a while exhaustion overtakes you, Loki is still whispering sweet nothings as you fall into a dreamless slumber.

When you wake up, you’re alone.

Loki’s side is cold, you look around the room as moonlight casts a sleepy silver glow, the night air smells like fresh cut grass.

When you sit up you feel a crumple against your palm.

You open the note to see Loki’s handwriting,

‘My Love,

I’m sorry I had to leave the infirmary, Professor Snape and the headmaster have summoned me, if I am unable to return quickly, I will see you tonight, I hope the pain is not there when you wake, the remaining chocolate is under your pillow, incase my Kitten won’t want to have the fruit kept on the table beside her.’

You look at the fruit plate and fetch the chocolate out, grinning reading further.

‘I sincerely hope you feel better soon, I will try sneaking something from the kitchens, till then I hope you feel better, my strong little Hufflepuff, I’ve left my heart with you.

I love you.

Yours Loki’

You don’t understand the emotion that takes over you at his words, you bite your lip wiping away the tear that does escape.

“Are you in pain?” Loki looks worried, as he floats outside the window. You do a double take.

“What are you doing?” You shift, trying to get out of bed.

“Kitten, don’t get up!” Loki whisper yells, he ascends further on his broom, into the infirmary.

“Did Skele-Gro make me hallucinate?” You look down mumbling at your hands, blinking a few times, Loki hovers next to you.

“Y/N, you aren’t hallucinating.” Loki gets off the broom, immediately pulling you in for a kiss, humming when you both pull each other closer.

Loki pulls away reluctantly, “Come on, we have a date to go to.” He grins.

“Um, I don’t think,” You try explaining but he just, picks you up ignoring your protests and you’re on the broom with him.

He makes you lean against his chest, the cold wind whipping around you both, you press closer, to him.

Loki manoeuvres you both toward the astronomy tower, and you notice several other couples have snuck out as well to the roof of the castle.

“I charmed a corner in the tower, reserved for us.” He grins.

“You’re pulling out all the stops?” You tease and Loki can feel his cheeks tinge pink.

“I have the best date of all so I had to.” He kisses your temple, as you both begin the descend onto the astronomy tower floor.

Loki picks you up not letting you take weight on your almost healed leg.

The blanket sets itself open and you take note of others around you as everyone seems to focus finally, his cloaking charm wore off you suppose.

“Okay, look up,” Loki has his arms around your waist as you’re between his legs, your back against his chest.

You follow, two three scattered meteors fly overhead, the sky is decorated with moonlight and stars, slowly the shower gains crescendo, as a chorus of ohs and ahs spread around the air.

The sight is beautiful, even with the other students you can’t help but feel this is a shared moment between you and Loki only, everyone else fades away, only you in his arms, the warmth of your bodies and the starry night above.

You look at Loki, he’s looking at you, a soft grin on his features,

“I love you.” You tell him, hoping the words hold all that you feel, reaching upwards to feel his lips against yours.

“I have to ask you something.” Loki’s words makes your head tilt in confusion, “Will you, be my girlfriend?” He holds his breath nervous.

“Yes.” You grin up at him, he looks elated.

And as the meteors dazzle across the sky, your lips and Loki’s unite.

[imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl]

White Lies (Pt. 21 of 21)

Pairing: Keanu Reeves X Reader

Word count: 1.1 K

Summary: Keanu found the girl almost dead, in the wrecks of what was once her car. While she was in surgery, stuck in a coma, he gathered the best doctors of New York to attend to her. They told him she is likely to have some kind of brain damage, what may lead to memory loss. And this possibility added up wit the fact that she's pregnant, made the council come up with an odd idea. They asked Keanu to pretend to be her husband, since the stress of finding out everything that happened could put the baby in danger. He reluctantly agreed, but only if she does has some kind of memory loss. He still goes she'll wake up soon, with her memories intact.

But when you finally wake up, there's nothing inside. You're quick to find your head is empty, void, like a blank canvas. The only thing that brings you some relief, that makes you feel less lonely is the mention of a husband. And you can't wait to meet him, because you know you can't deal with this by yourself.

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{Keanu Reeves Masterlist}

{John Wick Masterlist}

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Good News

The soft, morning light pulls you out of sleep, and you involuntary snuggle closer to the warm body next to yours. Keanu immediately feels you, and a hand comes to hold you close.

“Morning, beautiful.”

“Morning, handsome.” With your forehead against his chest, you sigh. “Long day today.”

“Long day.” He agrees, lifting your head with his index finger to kiss your lips. “I know you're excited, though.”

“Of course I am.” Pushing yourself into a sitting position, you place both hands on his chest as you straddle his hips. “Can you believe Liam is one year old? One year old. They grow up so fast.”

“They do.” Pulling you down against his body, he giggles. “One of these days we'll be talking about college.”

“Oh, God, please, no.” You joke, rolling your eyes. “Well, I'm actually happy we're keeping it small. Because the amount of paparazzi who managed to sneak into the wedding was unbelievable.” On that day, it took only a couple of hours until the pictures were all over the internet. It didn't bother you, since both you and Keanu were looking amazing, but you don't want Liam to be exposed like this. He's still a baby.

“Yeah. They're still talking about it.”

“A woman stopped me yesterday and asked for a selfie with me.” You just remembered, and you tell him with a smile. “I'm getting famous too.”

“Mhmm...” He mumbles, a hand caressing your cheek.

“What?” The only answer you have is Keanu flipping over, his body pinning you against the mattress. “Oh... Starting the morning with some exercise already?”

“What's wrong with some cardio?” And he leans down to kiss you, hands caressing your side.

But the damn phone starts beeping, and it beeps so many times you groan, stretching your arm to take it. “Lucia has a freaking radar.” You complain, reading the five texts. All with the same message. “She copied and pasted five times: I'm in New Youk. I want to see my grandson.”

“As if she didn't know it's his birthday,” Keanu says, running a hand through his hair. And the beep must have woken Liam because you hear his low whimpers.

“Well, I'll take care of Liam...” Taking a deep breath, you move to place a quick kiss on Keanu's lips. “...And if you can wait a while, I'll come back and take care of you.” Smirking, you search around for your clothes, putting them on.

“I'll hold on to that promise.”

“You better do.” With a wink, you leave the bedroom.

•••

Laura did a very good job. Again. The theme are Dinosaurs since their Liam's current obsession, and the backyard is amazing. You took some pictures of the place before the guests arrived, so now you're just greeting everyone, engaging in some conversations here and there. Michael managed to come, along with two other of your childhood friends, and you spend a lot of time with them, listening about all the stupid things you did in High School.

It's official now that you won't get the memories back. Your brain is physically cured, but the memories are gone. You made peace with that though, choosing to look forward instead of looking back. And it's very good to have all these people back in your life.

“What was his first word? Mom or dad?” Michael asks.

“None. The first word was ‘baby’.” Raising an eyebrow, you gesture at Laura. “Because someone has to use this word like there isn't any other in the English dictionary.”

“In my defense, I wanted him to say Laura or aunt first, so that was completely unexpected for me too.” Sipping on her grape juice, Laura exchanges a glance with Robert. They're... Dating. You think. It's complicated, or so says Laura.

“Totally your fault anyway.” You snap back.

“I don't–”

“Mrs. Reeves.” One of the waiters call. “This came for you.” With a kind smile, he hands you over a letter.

“Thank you, Thomas.” Giving the others a look, you excuse yourself. “I'll be back in a minute.” Walking back inside, you run to the downstairs bathroom before opening the letter. Your fingers struggle a little because you can't wait to know the results. You've been waiting for two days now, and saying you were impatient is a misunderstanding.

But when you read the results, a smile takes over, and the wait was worth it. Rushing out, you find Keanu making his way to the backyard, so you grab his arm, startling him a little. “(Y/N)? I was looking for you.” It doesn't take much until he notices your tears, and his features immediately change. “What's going on?”

“Come.” Pulling him, you move upstairs, but you stop in the hall. You just need to be alone with him for a moment, away from anyone's ears.

“Sweetheart, you're scaring me.”

“Ke, I...” Breathing deeply, you look down at the papers, hands shaking a little. “I think we'll have to cancel that trip to the Caribbeans in November.”

“Why? Did something happened? What are these papers about?” He speaks fast, stepping closer and rubbing your arms.

“It's just that...” More tears roll down as you pass the papers over to him. “I'll be around seven or eight months pregnant by then.”

“What...” His voice fades, and there's a moment of confusion on his face before he smiles, tears quickly filling his eyes as well. “We'll have another baby?”

“Yes, I mean... I will have another and you will have your first.”

“No, we will both have another baby.” In a quick motion, Keanu picks you up, and you wrap your legs around his midsection despite the dress you're wearing. “I love both of them the same amount and I love you.”

“I love you, Ke. And I love the life we have together. The small, simple things... I love everything.” Placing a soft, sweet kiss on his lips, you smile.

“And this is only the beginning, beautiful.”

Nodding, you wipe some tears away. “This is only the beginning.” With your heart beating fast, filled with happiness, you look down at your husband. The love of your life. “Thank you, Ke. For stopping for me that day, in the accident. Thank you for not driving away.”

“Thank you for forgiving me. For loving me even after everything I did.”

Cupping his face, you kiss him again, slower and more passionate this time, taking your time tasting him. You forgave him, you fell for him, and all the rest, all that happened is long gone. This is what matters now, the family you're creating together.

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[skullchicken]

On the 30.04.2021, Meinhart Bonifaz Brant, at that point an unassuming spindly 15-year old human reading Stanislaw Lem's "Star Diaries" on the living room couch, goblinized into a giant. About 50 years later, he would go on a few adventures under the street name "Alberich" (you see, it's very funny because he's not a dwarf).

In honor of goblinization-day, I'm compiling all of the art and (hopefully entertaining) stories I have of mah boi and the chicago shadowrun-group - so these are going to be some long posts. Everything under the cut so I don't clog up your dashboards and cut up into chunks. If you don't want to see it, blacklist "goblinization".

Part 1, the first mission:

So, why is Alberich? When I joined the shadowrun-group that would start my obsession, my english conversational skills weren't that great. Mostly trouble finding words and having a really thick german accent. Since I was a bit self-conscious about that, I decided to instead lean into it. Thus Alberich was a german-born ex-museum director turned shadowrunner since he did a Very Stupid Thing and had to leave the Allied German States for Chicago.

What did he do? He made a deal with a dragon. Specifically, he sold a forged piece of art to Lofwyr, CEO of Saeder-Krupp.

Alberich was introduced into the already formed group something like this: "At the entrance of the building, arriving punctually, you spot the biggest troll you've probably ever seen, looking very uncomfortable to be here and slinking as much as is even possible. All in all, he somehow doesn't look very threatening. In fact, he looks as if an art teacher had been stuffed with a 3 meter/10 feet tall horned giant. His face lights up as he sees you, though."

So the first thing he does is shake everyone's hand, politely assuring them that it's a pleasure to meet them and yes, he is Alberich, and who are you? Ah, yes, lovely names, very creative.

For reference, this is the average shadowrun-group:

Speaking of which, the gang's line-up did change a bit unfortunately, but the ones that stayed from beginning to end were:

Speedrun, street-samurai. An adrenaline-junkie who has styled himself after anime. Very much trying to be cool, to the point that he has adopted a deep-sounding voice that's rather obviously not his natural speaking voice. We pictured it as him talking with his head on his chin. Here he is, trying to impress the fighting adept shere khan:

Elf_Queen, decker and elf-poser. An elf-poser is someone who tries very hard to be elf-like - in her case, she wanted to actually *be* an elf. She ran away from home since her parents were metahuman-racists (Humanis policlub). Notably, her online and offline persona were very different. Online, she's very assertive and the guild leader of an mmorpg. Offline however, she's pretty much scared of anything. When Alberich joined the group, she hid behind Speedrun - you don't live with humanis for that long without picking up some xenophobia as well. And trolls aren't well-liked in the game world.

So the first mission: De-kidnap a kidnapped singer called Jericho. First we took a look at the bus-line she had last taken, a task for which Elf_Queen had to jack into said bus. Only three problems: A) She had to get behind a metal covering inside the bus B) her character sheet is min-maxed to hell and back, thus she has ONE measly point in strenght. Which wouldn't be a problem since she's in the presence of three pretty strong dudes if not for C) Massive Social Anxiety.

After looking around like a wet bunny for 5 minutes, Alberich (who has also cramped himself into the bus) finally catches on and goes "... can I help you, little lady?", pops the cover open and she can get deckin'. You might call this strike 1. You'll see why.

After visiting her appartment and some more investigation, we gather that Miss Jericho has been taken away into a bunraku (think brothel but with more brainwashing) to be re-programmed to the liking of her ex-boyfriend whose band she left to make it on her own (and quite successfully so). Which means we'll have to deal with Yakuza.

The bunraku turns out to be disguised as a night club. After I tried and failed to casually infiltrate the place (... I... er... wasn't a very good player at first?) we had to flee forwards, take out the guards at the door and make sure we get in and out of there as soon as possible.

In the club, almost before we made it backstage, Elf_Queen got held up by a guy bent on talking to her and froze up. Well, at least until Alberich very casually bent over the two of them and informed the guy that "she's with me". I tell you this, because this was strike 2.

Backstage, past a kitchen and into the cellar, we finally got into a room with two rows of plexi-glass cells - and in the middle, a bound spirit, a thing that feeds on negative emotions. Our muscle (Speedrun and Baba Yaga - yes, we had a John Wick in our midst. And yes, Alberich technically doesn't count as muscle, he's a mage. It's complicated) were outside, fighting off Yakuza. So it was up to EQ to hack Miss Jericho's cell open as quickly as possible and for me to make sure she wouldn't die while doing so.

After like three rounds of unsuccessful banishing (as I said... not a good player), the cell was open. But...

But.

There were the other victims.

What about the others?

Now, when I thought up Alberich, my core idea was "Daryl Whitefeather and Don Corleone having a mental fistfight". I tend to play good characters and this time around, to honor the setting I set out a morally grey character, someone who mostly looks out for himself and only indulges in kindness when he has the luxury to do so. Being kind and polite, if you think about it, is really just usually the easiest and most pleasant way to get people to do what you want. And if people are convinced you're scary by nature, seeming less so is just a smart survival strategy.

But then he looks at this little socially anxious nerd, who very much reminds him of himself, when he used to be a little socially anxious nerd, long, long ago and she says with big eyes "please! can you give me a bit more time? We need to save the others! We have to try!" and it's just... strike three. He's taken the little decker into his heart. So internally he goes "welp, I'm old anyways" and externally he shrugs his mana-burned shoulders, sighs "okay" and keeps trying to banish.

Unfortunately the spirit almost eats him alive. EQ fails to open any more gates, so they make it out once he as but 2 life points left, run into the elevator and evade the fast approaching small army of Yakuza on the way out.

Elf_Queen jumps into his arms, Alberich holds her like one might hold a chihuahua, Baba Yaga is trying to gauge their time and speedrun's reporting back from outside.

In the end, it was bittersweet. Because while we did save Miss Jericho, the brainwashing still took hold. Her last 1 1/2 years of life wiped away, she asked for her ex-boyfriend as soon as she woke up.

End of Part 1, thank you for reading this very self-indulgent text!