#priest john ball

[fuck-you-too-world]

I have reached the tags limit but I wanna add something...

Amity Parkers are all chaos gremlins and they'll fuck shits up for fun and giggles, they're also a little shit and loves being menaces to society of any dimension they happens to visit, they're petty as fuck too.

They're the embodiment of "if you hurt him (point at oblivious Danny), you won't want to know the consequences so you better not fucked up"

The Adult Fentons and Class are the only people who didn't understand what's happening around, GIW doesnt exist (or if you want they can but I have no idea why or how or what their purpose would be with this twist of trope).

Every world that have the joy to be visited by this dimension traveling city was left with trauma as big as their solar system.

I have no idea why I'm doing this, it almost 4 am and I just finished my part on the group assignment then I have class at 7.30 this morning.

But this prompt is intriguing my brain and it itch!

Good day phandomers and go wild for me, remember to tag me if any one of you wanna write this shizz because I want to read the Chaos goes down. Now I'mma go to sleep and hopefully manage to wake up for my class in... 3 hours and 30 minutes.

Going Dead.

More DP Brainrot

AU - Fenton and Phantom are two different beings, and Phantom is seen as like a kind of ghostly god seen all throughout history from stone tablets to renaissance paintings. well the summer before Danny's freshman year he discovered info on phantom and then hyperfixated on it. after his research spiral, Danny decides Phantom was a super cool dude so when he finds out phantom essentially faded because people stopped believing in him (like gods in pjo) he was disheartened. while babbling about how cool and nice and amazing Phantom had been to Sam and Tucker, Sam offhandedly remarked that Danny should just become Phantom's priest or something. Danny is immediately completely on board with that idea so he like idk wiki how's how to become a priest- My point is Untrained Magic User!Danny with Phantom as his patron with Danny being gifted essentially all of Phantom's powers as thanks for being the first to believe in them in centuries and unintentionally becoming the second coming of Phantom would be PEAK chaos. and you can even make it a DCxDP Crossover, with Constantine stressing tf out over this feral kid and his menacing Eldritch patron hovering out of mortal sight behind him.

[blingblong55]

Closer -John "Soap" MacTavish x F!Reader x Simon "Ghost" Riley NSFW

Photo credit for that Ghost work to @ave661

Based on a request: I need smut on Werewolf!Soap and Vampire!Ghost, it keeps me alive and afloat 😔❤️ Closer by Nine Inch Nails A/N: Imagine riding Soap to this song as Ghost's fangs dig into your neck🫠. I mean, you can't convince me they don't have an orgy with this song in the background ---- F!Reader, 18+, MDNI, smut, monster!au, werewolf!Soap, vampire!Ghost, threesome, unprotected!sex, human!reader, dom!Soap, dom!Ghost, sub!reader, blood!play, pup!play/bondage, rough!sex ---- A/N: straight into it so I hope this meets your expectations…

You are straddling Soap's hips on the red velvet sheets that made the bed. Ghost's fangs dig into you as his fat and needy cock gets buried deep inside your tightness. Soap, watching from under you, hands behind his head as with amusement he holds the pink leash that holds your neck close to him.

They were right, a sweet and small little human like you wasn't ready for the punishment your strange neighbours had for you. Your tight and small hole getting fucked relentlessly by Ghost as Soap had you riding his girthy cock. Between praises and slaps you found yourself having your third orgasm of the evening. No one said that pleasing men with great stamina were easy but you can take it, can't you?

The dark walls, filled with old portraits and your soft body adorned the room. Cum leaked from your cunt and tight ass. Your mouth drooling from when Soap began to fill your mouth with his fist. Your tits bounce and occasionally slap on Soap's hard and hairy chest. Growls of excitement and hunger for more of this fuck dinner getting louder. Tears run down your face when the sharp dagger in Ghost's hand rips the thin fabric of your lacy bra. The blade made some blood run down, which only excited Ghost when he watched Soap's finger pick some of the crimson and make you lick his fingers clean.

If only they had told you earlier that they didn't need a good catholic slut to come and collect old Bibles but instead, that they wanted to corrupt your body, blood and those tasty holes of yours.

Blood drunk, that is what Ghost is as he filled your ass with more of his thick seed. Soap pulls on the leash, "Kiss me, slut," he grunts, his cock so deep inside of you that your wet cunt aches. Your lips meet his and his sharp teeth make your sweet mouth leak blood, this only makes Ghost feral.

Both men pounding into you. Their meaty cocks and balls are ready to just fill you up over and over until you learn to not go into strange homes.

Ghost takes hold of your neck, tilting it to the side to get more of that sweet and addicting blood you have.

Soap like the absolute beast he is begins to fight for dominance. Both men laugh as all you can do is control you, their submissive pet reminded of why she is kept alive. And you wouldn't complain, would you?

Ghost almost makes you pass out but before he can, Soap pushes him off, flips himself over and takes you from behind. His balls slapped against your aching cunt as you took his size so well. Just before he slaps that red face of yours, your pretty and tight hole gets stuffed and spread wide by his fat cock that leaks his creamy seed. Your moans and cries of pleasure mixed in with his growls and grunts.

Ghost watches this with amusement, he knows a good girl like you could take a size or two but not something remotely close to Soaps.

Finally, when they undo your wrist restraints and unleash you, both men massage your body. Whispering sweet praises for taking them so well and knowing that they were too pleased, they will certainly ask the priest to let you visit their home for some "prayers".

"Shh, it's okay, you did a good job," Ghost licks and kisses the blood from your body. "Yeah, you did so well for us, lass," Soap wipes the tears from your delicate face.

A/N: Short I know but...it's all my brain came up with

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[wishyouloveme]

Star's Kinkvember list!!

requests are open babies!! This list is not finalized, things can change, send me a request if you'd like to see a certain kink with a certain special someone.

side note: these are for November, cause i wanted to October, but I'm late

TAG TIME: @harmshake @spookybitchdreams @thickbihhwitdagapp @urasunflower @whatdoeseverybodywant @lilucey @jstarr86

reply in the comments if you wanna be added to my taglist

how to request a kinkvember: send in an ask with a day, and a character. REMEMBER, these are only x reader.

Day 1: Oral sex; pairing (Jimmy Uso x reader) Day 2:bondage; pairing (Tama Tonga x reader)

Day 3: Spanking; pairing (Jey Uso x reader)

Day 4: Hair pulling; pairing (Damian Priest x reader)

day 5: Dirty talk; Pairing (Jey Uso x reader)

day 6: Blindfolds; pairing (Tyler Lockwood x reader)

day 7: toys; pairing (Jey uso x reader)

day 8:Lingerie; Pairing (Drew McIntyre x reader)

day 9: breast/ Nipple play; Pairing (Ludwig Kaiser x reader)

day 10:Handcuffs; pairing (Roman reigns x reader)

day 11: Biting; Pairing (Solo Sikoa x reader)

day 12: Discipline; pairing (Baron Corbin x reader)

day 13: Sex in public; pairing (Paul lahote x reader)

day 14:Mutual masturbation; pairing (unknown)

day 15: collar and Lead; pairing (unknown)

day 16:Masturbation;pairing (unknown)

day 17: Candle wax; pairing (Tama tonga x reader)

day 18:Rough sex; pairing (Emmett Cullen x reader)

Day 19: threesome; pairing (Jey Uso x reader x Damian Priest)

Day 20: face fucking; pairing (Rafe Cameron x reader)

Day 21: Domination; pairing (Tonga loa x reader)

Day 22: Vibrators; pairing (tama tonga x reader)

Day 23: Strap on; pairing (Rhea Ripley x reader)

day 24: Voyuerism; pairing (Damian Priest x reader)

Day 25: High heels; pairing (Roman reigns x reader)

Day 26: Cunnilingus; pairing (Tonga Loa x reader) Day 27: Squirting;pairing (Tama tonga x reader)

Day 28: Praising;Pairing (Simon Basset x reader)

day 29:Aftercare;pairing (Tonga Loa x reader)

Day 30: Choking; Pairing (Baron Corbin x reader)

Extra: Choking and mutual masturbation (Montgomery de la Cruz x reader)

Small reminder!!: any that say unknown are open to request, these will be FULL ONESHOTS, not blurbs!!

the characters open for this are:

Wrestling:Jey Uso, Jimmy Uso, Damian Priest, Rhea Ripley, Drew McIntyre, Roman Reigns, Tama Tonga, Solo Sikoa, Andrade, Baron Corbin, Jacob Fatu, Randy Orton, Logan Paul, Ludwig Kaiser, Santos Escobar, and Tonga Loa.

Shameless: Kevin Ball, Mickey Milkovich.

Twilight: Jacob Black, Paul Lahote, Sam Uley, Edward Cullen, Emmett Cullen, Rosalie Cullen.

Outer Banks: Rafe Cameron, JJ Maybank, John B. Routledge, Sarah Cameron, Barry.

Bridgerton: Simon basset, Anthony Bridgerton.

Good Girls:Rio

The walking dead: Daryl Dixon, Glenn Rhee

Supernatural: Dean Winchester, Sam winchester, Castiel, Crowley.

Vampire Diaries: Damon Salvatore, Stefan Salvatore (I'm a Stefan girlie) Tyler Lockwoof.

Fast and Furious: Dominic Toretto, Brion O'connor.

Heartstopper: Nick Nelson.

hamilton: Alexander Hamilton, Aaron Burr, Thomas Jefferson.

Criminal Minds: Aaron hotchner, Derek Morgan. 13 reasons why: Montgomery De La Cruz, Justin Foley, Zach Dempsey, Tony Padilla

Thats all my loves <3. Requests are ALWAYS OPEN. And you can always chat with me. Mwah <3

[fiddler-on-the-starship]

I made a TF1 MegOP playlist because I am obsessed lol.

It is divided into three sections representing three phases of their relationship (pre-divorce, mid-divorce, and post-divorce). The first and second sections are a mix of various genres, and the third is all metal. I tried to structure the whole thing to have a sort of "frog-boiling" effect so hopefully by the time you get to the death metal in Act III you're not even questioning the fact that this kind of music is on a playlist that began with an Ella Fitzgerald song.

Anyway, here's a YouTube link and here's the track list:

ACT I - Before the Divorce

"It's Only a Paper Moon" - Ella Fitzgerald ft. The Delta Rhythm Boys

"Just the Two of Us (7" Edit)" - Grover Washington Jr. ft. Bill Withers

"Whenever I Call You 'Friend'" - Kenny Loggins & Stevie Nicks

"She Drives Like Crazy" - Weird Al Yankovic

"Hot Knife" - Fiona Apple

"Hey Girl" - Lady Gaga ft. Florence Welch

"Heroes" - David Bowie

ACT II - Divorce in Progress

"Sun of a Gun" - Oh Land

"Bang Bang" - Melanie Durrant ft. Kardinal Offishall

"101 Vultures" - Alex Winston

"Rolling in the Deep" - John Legend

"Touched" - VAST

"you should see me in a crown" - Billie Eilish

ACT III - After the Divorce

"A Rancid Romance" - Diablo Swing Orchestra

"Exit Strategy of a Wrecking Ball" - Diablo Swing Orchestra

"Never Wrong" - Disturbed

"If You Want Peace... Prepare for War" - Children of Bodom

"Deceiver, Deceiver" - Arch Enemy

"Fear Me When You Fall" - Enchantya

"Narcissistic Cannibal" - Korn ft. Skrillex & Kill the Noise

"Blood Red Skies" - Judas Priest

[elvhenmage]

John Corcoran (@mrjohncorcoran) As promised, a non-exhaustive list of Shadowheart hooks/hints/prompts in two parts in the thread. From throughout the game, so spoilers naturally

General audience:

Nibbles the mouse

Shadowheart defending Nocturne while they were initiates. Hint that Viconia is proud of her, though never admits it

Nocturne doing Shadowheart's hair

Buddog, a childhood rival/bully of Shadowheart, who was also part of the mission to steal the Astral Prism

Training and indoctrination against Githyanki

The actual heist to take the Astral Prism from Vlaakith's vaults. Shadowheart being the sole survivor of a five-member team

Hints at an earlier infiltration mission at a ball in Baldur's Gate

Viconia giving Shadowheart elocution lessons to help her blend into high society

Shadowheart's enjoyment of disguises and roleplay as part of her Sharran training

Shadowheart and Nocturne's hideaway full of night orchids

'Four dogs, eight cats, nine chickens, six pigeons, four sheep, a milk cow named Daphne, a squirrel who's far too clever for her own good, and a wolf cub I found orphaned in some woods'

The owlbear joining Shadowheart's menagerie

Shadowheart's failed attempts to preserve some of her memories

Allister Marnley (Shadowheart's deceased tutor)

The graffiti

Remembering childhood games from the blighted village

Flashes of memories upon being punished by Shar's curse (while playing as Shadowheart only - not companion).

Learning about Dark Justiciars as a young initiate, and dreaming of becoming one

Nocturne helping Shadowheart remember herself whenever she had her memories taken away

'I'd like to see the islands maybe, or head south to Amn. I heard there's an enclave of werecats that hunt the followers of dark gods by moonlight. I'd love to see if there's any truth to that'

Shadowheart's Special Scrumpy

Dragon-riding with Lae'zel

Bonding with her mother, and remembering the taste of her cooking from childhood

Learning jokes from her father

Visiting the House of the Moon, and evading Sharran assassins

Somewhat spicy audience:

What unfolded under the cover of darkness in Sharess' Caress.

Shared love of smutty literature with Wyll

Hint of discreet romances and encounters amongst Sharran trainees at the Cloister

Ever notice how the Sharrans all seem to sleep together in a big dorm?

Untying knots with her tongue

'Try not to dream of tying me up'

Mistaking Durge's nighttime bloodlust for something more amorous, and being perfectly willing to go along with it stealthily while the rest of the camp sleeps

'She looks like she could throw me over her shoulder and carry me to safety... should the need arise'

And it's lesser-seen epilogue follow-up: 'between you and me, I've pretended to have a sprained ankle now and again, for a ride on those muscles'

'Don't wear them out entirely, priest. I might have use for them yet'

Further building of sand castles

Climbing Mount Halsin

*Gestures broadly at Shadowheart and Lae'zel's love-hate tension*

A standing invitation for a private audience with Mother Superior Shadowheart, should you ever be in the vicinity of the Cloister

'Kiss me like you hate me'

Tav: 'If in doubt, I can always lie. We've been slaying dragons and making love atop piles of gold'. Shadowheart: 'That sounds fun - why haven't we been doing that? Perhaps I'll shoo the cats out of our room and scatter copper pieces over the bed some evening, and we can play make-believe'

Bite-kissing

A dash of sacrilegious bloodplay

[bestiarium]

The fairy folk of Elidorus [Welsh mythology, British mythology]

Elidorus is a Welsh folklore character who supposedly lived on the Gower Peninsula. As the story goes, when he was a young lad, Elidorus went to a very strict school where the rules were draconian and the children frequently received beatings. At one point, the boy couldn’t take it anymore and ran away, hiding in a hollow on a riverbank. Elidorus stayed there for several days, wondering what he would do now, when he was found by two peculiar tiny men.

They looked human – except for their diminutive stature – and had fair white skin and very long hair. The two creatures invited him to an amazing country that was filled with delights and sport. Elidorus took their offer and followed his benefactors through a shadowy path into a gorgeous land with meadows, rivers and forests. He did not know where he was, but this strange land was populated with the same tiny creatures as the two who had invited him. Subsequently he was brought before their king, who proceeded to question him.

Eventually, the king had Elidorus brought before his son, who was roughly the same age as the young boy. The two played games together and Elidorus learned a fair bit of the fairies’ language. In this land, the people played a sport with balls made of solid gold. There were also animals here, such as tiny dogs and tiny horses. The tiny people seemed to live mainly on a diet of milk and never consumed fish or meat. They had no churches or similar institutions, rather they were devoted to the very concept of truth. In fact, this devotion was a very important aspect of their society: the fairies absolutely detested lies.

But they weren’t confined to their hidden land, for sometimes the fairies would come into our world (it is often assumed that they visited human markets to partake of our goods and products). Elidorus, too, often returned to Wales (sometimes through the same path he had used to enter the land for the first time, but he also found other paths), where he could share his story with his family. And so he told them about the strange country, the tiny people and the sport with the golden balls. But upon hearing her son’s tale, his mother grew greedy. ‘The next time you go to this strange land,’ she told Elidorus, ‘you have to steal one of these golden balls, for it would make a great gift for me.’

Her son was not a bad person, but he did not want to disobey his mother either. And so he complied and stole one of the balls, but his attempt was soon discovered. Elidorus ran away with his prize but was chased by two of the tiny people. He almost made it all the way home, but stumbled and fell just before his house. The two fairies took back the golden ball and mocked the child before returning to their hidden land.

And hidden it would remain, because when Elidorus  later tried to go back so he could explain his actions, he failed to find the entrance. And he would never find it again.

Later in his life, Elidorus became a priest. When he was an old man, he told the story of the strange little people to bishop David II (the bishop of Saint David’s at the time. Elidorus remembered a good portion of the language he had learned as a child, and could speak it in front of the bishop. Curiously, the bishop recognized some words of the language, because it shared many similarities with Greek, including several identical words.

Source: Roberts, T., 1984, Myths and Legends of Wales, Abercastle Publications. (image source: John Bauer, this illustration is actually unrelated but I rather like it and it fits the story well)

[femalefemur]

An Introduction

warnings: none, please let me know if i missed anything!

Rumours follow them like ants to sugar, always milling about and floating in the air in hushed whispers as they pass, even from the most proper and uptight amongst them, almost as if one can’t help but mutter about the 141 and their work. 

The 141 are close, much closer than most people and definitely a lot closer than the other priests, bishops or cardinals that roam the halls of the Vatican. They spend all their time together whether they are fighting or not and rarely seem to let anyone in though they’re friendly and will gladly talk to others, they stick together and have an air of distance about them. One supposes this could be attributed to the amount of time they’ve spent together and the things they’ve seen and been through due to their job. 

And what is their job exactly you may ask, as many others have, especially the newly ordained who watch the group of four men make their way down the hallowed halls, talking amongst themselves as they pass by. Well they’re exorcists, exorcists of the highest calibre, exorcists who fight unholy evils that many could not conjure in their wildest imaginations, exorcists who are revered and talked about in hushed whispers in the dead of night when sleep should have taken those talking.

They’re led by the great John Price, Father Price to those who welcome him into their homes in their time of need, who reports directly to the Pope and grins at the other priests as they complain about him smoking a cigar indoors and tells them to take it up with his boss if they don’t like him, knowing they would never have the balls to. He dresses how one would imagine a priest to dress, all black cassock with a fascia, red socks of his own choosing, though he also wears a pellegrina, not many priests do and certainly none of the others in his group but he does. Perhaps it is a nod to the fact that if he so desired he could be a bishop or even cardinal but instead he chooses to stay as a priest, stating that he has more freedom as one when asked by Kyle, the newest of their group. John was never one to care much about the paperwork that followed as one rose in ranks within the clergy and he certainly didn’t want the responsibility of a whole diocese, he much rather preferred being able to travel around and help those in need, his diocese was the world and he was happy to serve. 

The group’s second in command as it were is a priest named Simon Riley, Father Riley or Ghost as many called him for the way he blended into the shadows and appeared out of seemingly thin air. A stoic man, dressed in an all black cassock, fascia and socks that somehow seemed to be a deeper shade of black than the standard cassock. He also donned a balaclava, no one except for John Price and the Pope knew why, though the other two of the group would soon find out what lurks beneath and perhaps the reason for the balaclava in the first place. 

Next is the newest member of their group, Father Kyle Garrick, a man with features so beautiful he looks like he belongs on a runway rather than being a member of the clergy. He prefers teal socks, a contrast to the otherwise black monotony of the priest’s uniform, something that made him smile whenever he caught a glimpse of them as he sat or kneeled, something that was still his when everything else had been stripped away so he could be moulded by the word of God. Kyle’s a good man, a valiant man who had stumbled into something out of his depth only to be swept up by the 141, a little to the envy of others and the surprise to many more. Taken in by John Price and taught the skills to survive and fight in this world he had only just discovered. 

Finally is their sunshine, Father John MacTavish, a Scottish priest and the youngest of them though no stranger to the things that go bump in the night. A priest who somehow has managed to keep his mohawk much to the disdain and confusion of others, a priest who likes to wear emerald green socks that stand out against his black cassock and somehow make his eyes seem even more bright. He’s talkative and full of laughter, a much needed presence in the 141 and their work. A priest who puts everyone at such ease they’ll forget why they even called for them in the first place. A priest who is exceptional at his job, who fights with everything in him and won’t back down until he’s won.

The 141 they’re called, a name given to them by John Price and approved by the Pope himself. The number one symbolising unity and god, the beginning, the number four symbolising order in the universe, the four elements, the four seasons and the four horsemen, the number one once again to bring balance and keep everything in order.

This is their beginning and perhaps their end.

[jungle-angel]

May Your Days Be Warm And Bright And Your Wedding Day Be White (Calvin Evans x Reader)

Summary: The big day for you and Cal is finally here

Tagging: @floydsmuse @lewmagoo I hope you guys are ok with me including Father McDowell in this. Meggy, you've finally convinced me to write for Calvin and Leah, I can't thank you enough for including me on that taglist for the Rhett fic you posted. You guys are awesome.

Warnings: SMUT! 18+, religious references, etc.

Cal took a deep breath as he straightened his bowtie in the mirror. He had never really been one for black and white, but he was determined to make an impression, seeing as you had both been waiting for this day for a long time.

He thought back to that glorious fall day when you had been walking around campus, both of you newly hired at the college, him in the chemistry department and you, the new nursing professor. Cal had taken you and Six-Thirty down to a favorite spot of his near the river, a beautiful little spot near the river on a path that he had used on his daily run with your canine companion. When he had pulled out his grandmother's ring, you truly realized what you meant to each other.

"Hell's Bells boyo," chuckled the old Irish priest. "Sweatin through yer dress suit are ye?"

"Any more and I'll be a puddle on the floor, Padre," Cal joked.

Father McDowell laughed. "Well, if the worst I have to do is have Helen clean you up with a rag, then I s'pose it's a good day eh?"

Cal smiled and shook his head. He quickly noticed the odd, laughing expression on the priest's face. "What?" he asked.

"Thinkin back to the day when you and John ended up on our doorstep," he chuckled. "Now look at ye, a fine young man, smarter'n a whip and who can command a chemistry lab as though it be a U.S Cavalry regiment. I'm proud of ye Calvin. And I'm proud of (y/n) too."

"She's amazing isn't she?" Calvin said.

"Amazin ain't even the half of it," Father McDowell chuckled. "Brigid's fire burns bright in that one I tell ye and if any o' the pretentious little bootlicks at the university wish to go after'er, I'll break both their legs and their balls all at once."

Calvin burst into a full fit of laughter until his older brother, James, poked his head in the door. "Cal, you ready?" he asked.

"Ready as I'll ever be," Cal answered.

Father McDowell clapped a hand onto his shoulder. "Go git'er me boyo," he told him.

The smile that crawled across Cal's face, at that very moment, would have made you scream.

**************

"Oh God I'm so nervous.....ow!"

"Sorry, sorry," Mei apologized. "There's just alot to work with."

You smiled at her, along with the rest of the girls. Cal's sisters, Barbara and Kathleen, were busy looking after Lucy, Barbara's daughter, while Georgina and Betty, were helping with each other's makeup.

Mei had done serious wonders along with her twin sister, Betty. You looked so natural and so beautiful with your hair all done up and the lightest little touches of makeup here and there.

You and the girls had all risen at some ungodly hour of the morning to get ready to do each other's hair and makeup with Lucy barely sitting still long enough for Barbara to run a brush through her unruly curls. Your wedding dress had been kept in the closet at Mei's house, the something old that your mother had given to you when she had heard you and Calvin were engaged.

"So we have a something old," Mei mused as she combed back the last bits of hair out of your face. "And a something new?"

"My shoes," you chuckled.

"A something borrowed?"

"Momma's wedding veil," Barbara piped in. "Which Tony brought down from the attic this morning."

You breathed a sigh of relief, thankful that Barbara's husband had brought Patricia's newly repaired wedding veil down from the attic. The veil desperately needed repairing after having been in the attic for so long with you, your mother-in-law and the girls all pitching in to help.

"Something blue?" Mei asked.

"Not yet I'm afraid," you answered.

"Ah, I'll take care of that," she said excitedly. "From me, Betty, Mama, Baba and Nai-Nai."

You opened the little black velvet box, a hand flying to cover your mouth. It was a small blue and gold hair pin that took the shape of a brilliant phoenix, the bird hardly bigger than the tip of your middle finger.

"Mei where did you.....?"

"That was Nai-Nai's when she got married in China," Mei explained. "When they left Guangzhou during the war, it was one of the only family treasures she could carry with her. She gave it to me when I got married and now, I want you to borrow it."

You could've cried right then and there. You gave her and Betty the biggest hug you could possibly give, when Patrica, Calvin's mother, poked her head in.

"Oh (y/n) you look so beautiful!" she gasped, trying not to be loud and give anything away.

"Thank you Pat," you said, trying to control the emotions as you hugged your soon to be mother-in-law.

"We're ready when you are," she said, her voice barely a whisper.

You took a shaky deep breath as you and your bridesmaids readied themselves. Six-Thirty made his way up to you, sitting up as straight as he could on his haunches, the small basked clamped between his teeth. It wouldn't be long before you were officially Mrs. (Y/N) Evans and though you were nervous, you wouldn't have it any other way.

*****************

Cal stood nervously near the church altar, the pews already full of family and friends and people at the college you were close with. He bit his lip with anticipation as your mother walked in with Dr. Powers and then his parents. His father, Henry Evans Jr., stood tall and proud in his Marine Corps. dress blues, his cap tucked under one arm and his mother, Patricia on the other. His aunt began to sing from the choir loft as your bridesmaids and their husbands and boyfriends all walked in, each one looking like a queen in their lilac colored dresses. Lucy and Six-Thirty trailed in front of them, the tiny little girl hanging onto his collar to keep her balance.

Calvin's jaw dropped the minute he saw you enter, his hand flying to his mouth to keep from breaking down right then and there. He couldn't believe it. Here you were in front of him, in your momma's wedding dress, ready to take a vow to be his wife.

Your father gave you away, a few tears in his eyes as Cal took you on his arm. Father McDowell kept his sermon short and to the point before you and Cal read your vows to each other, trying to hold back the tidal wave of emotions that threatened to pull you both under.

"........My love, I could never imagine where I'd be without you," Calvin spoke. "Where I once felt lost, I found you, so unexpectedly and completely out of the blue, that it felt like a dream. From the moment I met you, I wanted to give you the whole world. You are my how and you are my why.......I love you (y/n).....so, so much."

There wasn't a dry eye in the house when you read yours either. Even Cal's father, the saltiest Marine you had ever met, was biting his lip, trying not to cry and claiming it was just allergies.

Before long, Six-Thirty brought you and Cal the tiny little wicker basket with the rings inside, returning to Cal's side and sitting a little straighter than before. When Father McDowell announced that you were now Mr. and Mrs. Calvin Evans, the whole church roared with applause, especially when you and Calvin shared your first kiss.

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The reception had all been one hell of a blur, you and Calvin having an absolute blast with your friends and family at the hotel downtown. You shared your first dance with family and friends joining you soon after, but not long into the night, the shenanigans had begun to ensue. You didn't really remember any of the family members with little home video cameras running around filming it, but once the film was developed, perhaps it would jog your foggy memory.

You and Calvin stumbled upstairs, laughing a little bit after having had a little too much to drink that evening. Knowing his family, they would still be downstairs in the reception hall at five in the morning, singing every drinking song they could remember off the top of their heads.

"Ready for bed Mr. Evans?" you purred.

"My head's a little achy, so I'd say yes," he answered, his voice a little slurred and sleepy.

He gently took your face in his hands and kissed you deeply. Even after all that, Calvin still couldn't believe you were his at last.

"Need some help Mrs. Evans?" he asked you.

The way the words rolled off his tongue made your legs clench a little. "Just with the back," you told him.

Calvin quickly undid the back of your dress, before you hung it up in the closet. You slipped into the bathroom to change into a little something that Barbara had picked out for you and when you emerged, fresh and clean from a bath, you couldn't help but blush when you saw the naughty look on your husband's face.

"C'mere," he beckoned, his voice low like the first roll of thunder before the storm.

You crawled right into bed with him, the sheets and soft comforters falling over the both of you. Calvin pulled you right on top of him, pulling one leg up over his hip as he kissed you deeply, softly rubbing your thigh and trailing to the swell of your ass.

"So gorgeous," he mumbled. "My pretty little wife."

Your own hand trailed from his chest, down the soft little indents in his belly, the marks of hard exercise and days spent rowing out on the lake near the campus grounds. Your hand dipped a little into his shorts, hoping that his cock would grow swell in your hand.

"Like what you feel there sweetheart?" he chuckled.

You hummed as you kissed him deeply, his hands roaming as they played with the hem of your white satin slip. "Wanna take this off," Calvin whispered under his breath. "Wanna feel every little bit of you."

You pawed a little longer at his cock until you felt it growing, eliciting a moan from your husband. "Sweetheart?"

"Hmm?"

"Help me," he mumbled. "Wanna let my cock out."

You giggled a little as you helped him off with his shorts, his breath growing rapid and the heat from his body radiating onto you. When you saw his now freed cock, straight at attention and red with heat, you couldn't resist. You desperately wanted it inside you and Cal could see the look in your eyes.

"Shhh, sweetheart, it's alright," he said softly. "I'm here to help......easy now.....good.....good girl.....oh sweetheart, you're taking me so well....."

You whimpered a little bit as Cal guided you down onto his rock solid cock, caught completely off guard at how big he actually was.

"Now, now it's alright," he cooed, reaching up and spreading his finger across your stomach. "It's alright......"

You rocked back and forth on his cock to get comfortable. You loved how deep he could go, just deep enough to rub all the right places so that your core tingled. You gently moved his hands to your hips to keep you steady, fearing that when your orgasm finally hit, you would fall over.

"There we go......" Cal murmured. "Back and forth.....back and forth.....oh......good......good sweetheart, there we go......feel better now?"

You nodded.

A moan fell from your lips as you felt his cock twitching inside you, the wetness between your legs obscene as it married with the noises you both made. Calvin sat right up as he kissed you, pulling the bedcovers around you as your legs wrapped around his waist and his deft hands lifted your satin slip over your head and tossed it to the corner with his shorts. He held you so gently in those strong arms of his, letting your head rest against his shoulder as he slowly drew your orgasm out of you.

"Cal...?" you moaned. "Cal....?"

"Shhhh.....sweetheart....." he purred. "Gently.....gently my love.....not so rough now."

You calmed right back down as soon as he kissed you again, his hands roaming over your back and shoulders. You had no idea that this position could feel so fucking good. You and Cal had experimented a little here and there, but now you were so close together, that the space between you both had become nonexistent. You felt your orgasm intensify when you felt each other's tits pressing against each other and before long, you felt a sudden burst and a gush erupting between your legs.

Maybe it was the booze, maybe it was the intense sex, but you and Calvin could barely keep your eyes open as you lay side by side in the comfy bed of the hotel room. You were more than content to sleep in the arms of your husband that night, knowing there would be plenty of time to do other things in the morning.

You and Calvin slept all through the night and for the better part of the morning as the sun came streaming through the hotel room windows. You didn't even hear the jangling of Six-Thirty's collar as he entered the room nor did you see him climb to Cal's side of the bed and begin licking his face.

"Oh, OH GOD!" Cal exclaimed suddenly. "Aw Six-Thirty, that's gross!"

Six-Thirty gave a sheepish little *WOOF!* before settling on the floor.

"Are you ok dear?" you laughed.

"No I've got dog drool all over my mouth," Calvin chuckled.

His disgust was soon broken when he saw a note attached to Six-Thirty's collar. He pulled it out and unrolled it, the message scrawled in black ink.

Your flight leaves for Key West tomorrow morning, don't be late---Dad

"What is it?" you asked, pressing a soft kiss to Cal's shoulder.

"Just a note from Dad," he answered. "Flight to Key West is tomorrow and you know what that means."

You were both filled with wild excitement, knowing that it would be your honeymoon trip......two whole weeks in a little cottage in Key West, Florida and no troubles whatsoever.

"I love you Mrs. Evans," Calvin mumbled, pressing a few soft pecks to your cheek and the side of your head.

"And I love you too Mr. Evans," you purred softly.

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Part 5. Heart Break of the Century

The family starts to realize that the reader and Noah make a good match. Tommy and the reader begin to realize she has PTSD and start to notice how that impacts her relationships.

Thanks to everyone who wrote in about this series! I really hope that you guys enjoy! <3

Previous parts

Warnings: Mentions of sexual assault/abuse, panic attacks, and anxiety about that experience. Nothing is actually described with detail, PTSD, general peaky chaos

Tommy was acutely aware that his daughter had some emotional problems. She didnt run, she wouldn't fight, she would crumple. Exposing something so broken it made his head swim with anger. He wanted to take the coward’s way out and tell Lizzie to speak to her about it. However, not even he knew the extent of how many awful things had happened to Lizzie, he knew it wasn't a topic she handled well. Having her stressed made him extremely anxious about the baby. 

He lay there in bed, thankful beyond belief that you agreed to sleep in their room. That you got into bed with them, that you hadn't changed your view on the two of them. He would need to speak with John and Arthur about how they go about things. 

The look that crossed your face flashed through his mind once more and flinched. 

“Dad” She whispered and startled him slightly. 

“Wot” He whispered back. 

“I don’t hate you for what you and Lizzie went through.” 

“That’s - good.” He said unsure of how to respond. 

“I - I love you both.” She stuttered and his heart broke a little more if possible. 

He sighed. “I love you too.” 

“I’m sorry I collapsed on the floor the other day.” 

“What happened to-” 

“Just a lot of beatings. I don’t exactly hold back what I’m thinking, doesn't make for the best student or daughter.” 

“Just beatings?” He said trying to remain calm, his fingers balled into fists at his side. 

“One particular priest, he – ah” Her voice was thick and he waited to see what she wanted to say. He wouldn't push her, he would make sure no one ever pushed her for anything ever again. “He used to run his hands on me - while punishing me. Could have been a lot worse. He was, as Polly would say, touched by demons.” 

Tommy lay there biting the inside of his cheek. He wasn't a good man, he didnt have words of comfort for her. He felt her move next to him. Her arms wrapped around his right arm and she pressed her face into his shoulder. 

“It doesn't bother me, I just get overwhelmed when men sort of get really angry.” 

“I’m sorry I scared you.” 

“Don’t- I know it’s only because you love me.” 

“Still, don't let men yell at you like that. Not even me.” The thought of Noah bossing her around, shouting at her was enough to make him light a cigarette. It’s a great example he had been setting for her. She was already confused and now- 

“I won’t.” 

He felt her relax and eventually listened to the both of them breathing softly. He relaxed accepting the fact that his mind would not allow him to rest tonight. 

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Waking up you were relieved to feel both parents still in place beside you. Opening your eyes you found yourself still pressed against Tommy's arm, and you could feel Lizzie’s hand in your hair. 

“Morning” You whispered knowing that Tommy was awake. 

“Morning.” He whispered back. 

“If it's allowed can I go get dressed and see if Noah’s up?” 

“Fine.” He said getting up and stretching. You moved out of the room and quickly got washed and dressed in your room. You fussed over what to wear but decided that a pair of trousers and a long-sleeved top with a wool jumper would be best. Better to be practical when the enemy was afoot. You dashed to the kitchen to make some tea. 

You knocked on his door and heard a muffled grumble on the other side. You slowly pushed the door open while holding two mugs of hot tea. 

“Morning” You whispered before your voice got caught in your throat. He was a crumpled masterpiece. He was sprawled across the bed, sheets a mess. He was topless, and you felt your face get hot. “Oh, I have tea.” 

He quickly got up and grabbed the shirt hanging on the bedpost. He pulled in on and then ran a hand through his hair. His cheeks were pink and suddenly you forgot how to breathe. 

You handed him the mug and sat on the end of the bed realizing you probably should have waited for him to come downstairs. 

“How did you sleep? Was everything comfortable?” You resorted to being a good host for lack of better things to say. 

“Oh erm - ya, it was great.” He said taking a sip of tea. You both caught each other's eye and laughed. 

“Sorry for waking you.” You mumbled into the rim of your mug. 

“Not a bad way to wake up, really.” His eyes were so warm and inviting. “So what are we up to today.” 

“I’m not sure, thought maybe we could go for a walk outside. Play in the snow.” Once you said it you realized how childish it was. 

“They have some important meeting on today so being outside sounds nice.” 

You both drank your tea and Noha put his arm around you. You leaned into his side and watched as more snow fell outside his window. 

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The morning was chaotic and you were grateful you had a half hour of quiet up in Noah’s room before Esme found you. You had to help with breakfast, and then everyone ate together before going in different directions. 

John and Arthur were given a task in the kitchen making calls, Esme and Polly were helping Lizzie while she rested. The kids were to play downstairs for the day, and Tommy and Alfie would be in his office making more calls and strategizing. 

You and Noah weren't given any instruction. You both sat quietly as everyone left the dining room. 

“Guess they forgot us then,” Noah whispered and it was nice not to be the center of attention for once. 

The rest of the morning passed you by sitting with Noah in front of the fireplace in your room. You both chatted and played cards, pretended to be mad when you caught the other cheating. 

Eventually, you got your walk, observing the groups surrounding the house. You were looking at the various fires and wondering if everyone was warm enough when something hard hit your shoulder. Snow flicked up and landed on your cheeks making you jump. 

You whirled around and Noah threw another one at you. This, much like the card games, became a brutal competition. You were both hurling snow at each other at a vicious pace. You could feel the adults looking at the both of you probably judging you but you didnt let it distract you. 

You wanted this boy to surrender. 

A bunch of shouting caused you to turn your head. A snowball caught your cheek and you brushed off the painful sting, eyes still focused on the commotion breaking out at one of the camps. 

“Are you-” 

You didnt let him finish what he was going to say, you ran towards the camp with a feeling of panic rising through you. What if the Changrettas were here? Running towards it wasn’t smart. 

Noah’s arms caught you preventing you from getting any closer. You stopped and he mouthed to be quiet, you gave a nod and he let you go. 

You both moved closer to the camp to see what the commotion was about. Various slurs and swears were being exchanged between the men. No real threat. Just a squabble between the Solomons and Shelbys. 

Relief flooded you and you walked up to the men at the center of it. You heard Noah swear before rushing to your side. 

“What’s the problem?” You looked to Johnny Dogs because you knew him the best. He answered in Romani, which seemed a bit rude but soon Noah was speaking to his men in Hebrew. 

You listened carefully, wanting to make sure you could come up with a reasonable solution. 

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“Tommy - the men are fighting. Think she’s got it under control but it’s not really her place.” Finn was hanging out of the door to his study and the anger was quickly replaced with anxiety. 

Why the fuck were you outside? That was the one thing he told- ah, he didn’t actually remember giving you your tasks for the day at breakfast. Fuck. He apologized and ended the phone call he was having. He and Alfie moved out of the study. 

“She’s a real trouble maker you know that - Noah never sticks his nose where he’s not supposed to. Then she comes around and suddenly he’s always-” 

“Fuck off Alfie.” But they both shut up when they saw the two of them negotiating with each other. Negotiating on behalf of their people, if it was anyone else Tommy would have had to beat the living daylights out of them for overstepping. 

“Now, on our end, we would like to formally apologize for any words of disrespect spoken about anyone's mother.” You spoke clearly. 

“Accepted,” Noah said nodding. 

“Anything else to clear up?” 

“Nah,” Johnny Dogs said with a shrug. 

“Well, in the future, if you insult each other make it more entertaining.” You quipped causing both sides to laugh. “No one likes being cooped up here, try to make the best of it.” Your voice was still light but it had an edge of warning everyone seemed to take seriously. 

Eyes started to land on him and Alfie and they all hummed loudly in agreement. When you looked up at him your mask seemed to falter slightly. You knew it wasn’t your place to do such things, but he knew that you were just trying to be helpful. 

He didnt have to tell you to go inside, you could tell what the look meant. You trudged through the snow back up to the house. 

“Any problems here?” Alfie boomed his voice bouncing off of the snow. 

“No.” then men mumbled or shook their heads. 

“Good.” He responded before walking back up to the house with Noah. 

Tommy stood outside for a long moment. Letting the adrenaline wear off. As much as he hated the boy, the two of them worked well together. If this was anyone else's daughter in the family, he would have gotten them married. Strengthened the alliance a lot more than shipping passageways to New York. 

He shook the idea out of his head. You were 17, and he didnt want you to get married - ever. 

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“Not a bad tactic down there. Very clever” Alfie gave you a pat on the back and your whole shoulder shook from the force of it. You were sat next to him at the dinner table tonight. 

“Erm - Thanks.” 

“Surprisingly the two of you make a pretty decent team,” He said quietly. 

“Oh, yeah I think so.” You said with a blush on your cheeks. Having someone's approval made you happy. 

The next few days everyone kept themselves in check. No drama or nonsense. Tommy had placed you and Noah on kid duty. Meaning there were at least five little kids between the two of you at any given movement. You were happy that Noah didnt seem to mind. He enjoyed spending time with the little ones. 

You felt the tension deep in your stomach, you never got a moment alone with him. Tommy, despite being overworked and overwhelmed seemed to always have something for you to do. Then before you knew it the day had flashed by and you were back in bed with your parents. You missed your room, but you knew that both of them were at their limits.

Lizzie was in bed all day now, she moved around the room and took baths, but didnt join the family for meals. No one could figure out what was wrong with her, just kept insisting she needed to rest. 

While getting ready for bed you noticed a white shirt on folded on the edge of your bed. It was a soft cotton shirt of Noah's. You breathed in his scent and hated how your body felt alive and pained at the same time. You changed into a pair of bottoms and wore his shirt hoping no one would notice. You went into your parent's room and settled in under the heavy blankets.  Lizzie smiled at you with a knowing look in her eye.

You felt both far away from her having been busy all day, yet closer to her as you slept next to her. 

“What’s causing these wrinklers hm?” She said running a thumb between your brow. 

“Do you like Noah?” You asked. She studied your features with a type of sadness you didn't understand. 

“I haven't had a chance to see much of him. Polly adores him, Esme says it will either work out or be the heartbreak of the century. She read his tea leaves though.” You let out a groan of embarrassment. “Says things look promising.” 

“Great.” You whispered feeling her thumb trying to sooth over the wrinkles on your brow again. 

“That’s the risk everyone has to take.” She said softly. 

“I really like him.” You sighed. “I don’t want the heartbreak of the century."

“No one does, but maybe that’s not a part of your story.” She shrugged. You nodded feeling your eyes getting heavy. She continued to run her thumb across your forehead.  

“Will you be alright?” You mumbled.

“Yes, I think most of this is just stress.” You nodded and quietly agreed before falling asleep. 

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The tension only got worse as more snow piled onto Arrow house. Anxiety as your father negotiated trade deals and other nefarious things to ensure allies against the Changretta family. The stress of knowing that any of the men he makes a deal with could sell him out.

The radio says the rain was only a few days away, and a sadness filled you at the thought of Noah leaving. You loved having him and Alfie around. 

Things really came to a head when you both were forgotten again. You sneaked up to your bedroom and played cards by the fire. This time it was harder to notice the way his hands brushed yours. How warm his skin was, how his features shone in the firelight. 

He was losing the round and decided to switch tactics by grabbing your face and kissing you. This kiss was as heated as the one at the top of the ferris wheel. Your body hummed with life and a burning sensation that suffocated you. His hands were in your hair and you wanted to drown in him. 

When his hand slipped lower to your throat you nearly jumped out of your skin. The feeling washed over you leaving you stiff as a board. Memories came in and wrapped around your mind like a vice. 

It was inescapable and you moved your body with just enough urgency to just make it to the toilet. You puked hating the way your head was spinning. Noah was there apologizing looking frightened. His hands fluttered around you but you could tell he didnt want to touch you. 

Embarrassment hit you and it was almost as bad as the initial panic. 

“I’m sorry I just.” 

“It’s alright. Can I” He motioned towards you with his hands and you gave him a nod. He flushed the toilet and sat down close to you. 

“I’m sorry-” You started.

“It’s alright, I’m nervous too. I haven't done any of this before.” So he was a virgin. Your mind flashed back to Nancy Wellington in math class going off about how he’d banged a lot of older girls.

“Nancy Wellington told me you’d gotten the clap from a uni girl.” You were desperate for a distraction and blurted it out without thinking. Noah let out a laugh that calmed you down slightly. 

“That’s because I turned her down, she wanted me to take her to the spring dance.” He ran his hand up and down your spine. 

“What happened to you? Is it something I did or-” He deserved an answer as the boy looked tortured over the situation. 

“Well, as you know I came from an orphanage. And I used to get a lot of beatings.” You looked back into the toilet and took a shuttering breath. 

“People used to hit you?” His voice was riddled with anger. 

“My dad also used to hit me a lot.” You added weakly avoiding the next part of the story.

“That’s - just come home with me then. Dad loves you, he won’t care. You can take Lizzie with us if she’s also getting -” His face set into a hard mask, his voice was cold and demanding. 

“No! Not Tommy, my biological father.” 

“You sure?" His eyes narrowed in on you and thankfully you didnt get the usual bout of anxiety. 

“Positive. He looks grumpy, but he’s not with me - he’s never.” You whispered. 

“Right, so the orphanage. How bad was it?” He challenged you keeping your eyes there. Telling him about this made you afraid but his reaction so far had done nothing more than make you fall for him even harder. 

“He just used to choke me -run his hands all over me.” His eyes didn’t move from yours. He didn’t change his expression. He shouldered it like it was business- like he was in the trenches with you. “Still a virgin and everything.” 

“Not what I’m worried about,” Noah said dismissively, his brown eyes still boring into yours. 

“What are you worried about.” You said breathlessly considering throwing up again. You broke your staring contest to look back at the toilet. Your stomach was cramped up into knots. 

“That you're alright, how to help you. What you need. That type of stuff.” Noah ran his hand down your back again. His hands slowly came up avoiding your neck and pulled your hair up. 

“Thanks.” You said weakly. 

He was so comforting that tears formed in your eyes. He made a soothing sound. 

“You're just so nice to me - all the time.” He let out a little chuckle then the door opened further. Your dad’s eyes narrowed in on the situation. He left the room quickly and the panic washed up over you again. You puked again and Noah helped keep you upright. Then Esme was there fussing over the both of you. 

“Was it something you ate, love?” She untied a ribbon from her wrist and tied your hair up. 

“Noah.” Tommy pointed out of the room. You could tell by the boy’s body language this was going to be a fight. “Need to talk to you out here for a moment.” Tommy added quickly.  Noah looked at you and you nodded hoping that it wouldnt be a mess. The anxiety from the situaton only made your stomach roll again. 

Noah moved out of the bathroom and you felt Esme press a cold cloth to your forehead.

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Already have the first bit written for the next part. Let me know what you guys think <3 Thanks again for all the love.

Tags: @sorrygojo @dreamy-caramel @pet1t3

[layce2015]

John Wick (John Wick x Female!Reader)

Chapter 5: Paris

First Chapter

JW 4 Masterlist

(A/N: wanted to say there is a bit of smut in this chapter. You have been warned.)

"You are a child of the Belarus...an orphan of our tribe..." Katia said as a couple of men walk in, carrying a bar that was holding a cauldron filled with hot liquid metal. "You are bound to us as we are to you...in this life and the next." Katia said as they set the cauldron on a pedestal then John places his left arm close to the markings on the side where it was red hot and Katia did the same on the other side of the cauldron with her left arm.

"Your blood...is my blood." Katia said. "Your pain...is my pain." John recites. "Your life...is my life." Katia said and both of them places their forearms close to the marking and shoved them against it, burning the mark on their flesh. They pull their arms back and then they were handed a shot glass of a drink.

"Welcome back, Jardani." Katia said and they down their shot then the priest pours the vodka over their burn marks then another shot. "The Ruska Roma will support your challenge. Who will be your Second?" Katia asked him.

Few days later, John and (y/n) walk out to an open area between two buildings, the Eiffel Tower off in the distance against the foggy sky. They walk up to a table where there were a few guards, the Marquis, the Harbinger, Caine and Winston stand by a table.

John takes off his suit jacket then reveals the Crest on his arm to the Harbinger. He nods in approval and John rolls his sleeves up and the Marquis takes a chair across from one side. The table had twelve cards face down on both sides of the table.

John, after putting his jacket back on, takes the seat across from the Marquis and (y/n) walks over to Winston, who gestures for her to take the seat he was leaning against. "Under the Old Laws, only one can survive. Do you both understand that?" The Harbinger asked and both John and Marquis nod.

"Very good. Rules. The Challenged chooses first. Time?" Harbinger asked. "Sunrise." Marquis replied and he flips a card, revealing an number 8 on it. "Now." John said and he flips his card over, revealing a 3. "Sunrise." Harbinger confirmed. "Location?" Harbinger asked. 

"You come here thinking there is a way out of this world for you, Mr Wick? There is not." Marquis said then he reaches out to one of the cards. "Le Centre Pompidou." Marquis said and he flips the card, revealing a 4. "Sacré Coeur." John said and he flips one of his cards, revealing a 10.

"Sacré Coeur." Harbinger confirmed. "Weapons?" 

"If you win, The Table will honor its word. You will have your freedom. But you won't take it." Marquis said and (y/n) balls up her fist, she really didn't like the Marquis very much. The arrogance and the smarmy attitude he oozed out.

"Blades." Marquis said as he flips another card, a 14. "Pistols." John said and he flips another card, a 23. "Dueling pistols. Thirty paces. In the event that both parties survive, each will approach the other at increments of ten paces until only one remains. Rules of engagement." The Harbinger said. "No quarter." John replied.

"You know why you won't take your freedom? Because this is who you are, who you've always been. You are a killer. An orphan we plucked from the street and honed into a knife. And it is the killing that gives you purpose. A man without purpose...is nothing." Marquis taunts to John before he addresses The Harbinger. "No quarter." He said.

"No quarter. If there is nothing else, gentlemen, I will see.." the Harbinger started to say but Marquis speaks up. "A nomination." He said and John looks over at Harbinger, who also seemed surprised by this, then he looks over at John. "It is his right. Do you have a name?" Harbinger asked Marquis. "Caine." Marquis said as he nods over to Caine, who was sitting a chair off the to the side and didn't look very happy about being nominated.

"So be it. Sunrise, Sacré Coeur. Dueling pistols, no quarter. Should Mr Wick be victorious, he will be free of any and all obligation to The High Table, and his Second will be reinstated as the manager of the rebuilt New York Continental." The Harbinger said and John and (y/n) look over at Winston, who shrugs slightly.

"Should the Marquis Vincent Bisset de Gramont be victorious..." the Harbinger started to say and Marquis speaks over him. "John Wick will be dead. As will his Second and his wife." Marquis said and (y/n) fidgets in her chair at this. "Just so. Now, if there is nothing more, gentlemen, I will see you at sunrise. Failure to meet at the appointed hour will result in forfeiture and immediate execution." Harbinger said and he walks away.

John stands up from his chair and he starts to walk away as (y/n) gets up from her chair and comes up next to him. "There is no John out there. No happy husband with a normal life." Marquis said, shaking his head slightly, as John and (y/n) stop and turn to him. "There's only John Wick, the killer." Marquis sneered. "And he's going to kill you." John said and he and (y/n) walk away and Winston catches up to them.

"Your hotel?" (Y/n) asked Winston. "Yes." Winston said, like it was obvious. "You always have an angle, don't you?" John asked him. "Doesn't everyone?" Winston asked. "Let's find safe harbor before it starts." He said as he hands John a piece of paper. "There's something I need to do first." John said. "Sooner rather than later." Winston said and he, John and (y/n) part ways.

"What do you need to do?" (Y/n) asked John as they walk off. "It's more a what you need to do. Something that you should've done months ago." John said and (y/n) furrows her brow in confusion at him.

John leads her to a church with high ceilings and several candles surrounding the area. They come up to the alter and John opens a box and pulls out a long thin candle. He hands it to (y/n), who accepts it, and then John places his hand over hers and guided her hand to a lite candle. They lite the little candle then he guides her hand over to unlite candle to light it.

(Y/n) takes in a deep breath then pulls the thin candle towards her and she blows out the flame and sets it aside. She looks down and John places his right arm around her waist as a tear runs down her face. She sighs a bit then wipes away the tears and looks up for a moment before she leans her head against John's shoulder.

He places a small kiss on the top of her head and the two stand there for a moment before they turn around, only to see Caine sitting one of the chairs. They walk over to the chairs across the aisle of chairs Caine was sitting in and they take a couple of chairs.

"Caine." John greets. "John. Mrs Wick." Caine greets back. "Saying goodbye?" 

"Saying hello." (Y/n) said as she thinks of Helen. "You think your sister can hear you?" Caine asked her. "No." (Y/n) replied. "Then why bother?" He asked her. "Maybe I'm wrong." (Y/n) said, shrugging. "The dead are gone. Only the living matter." Caine said and he pulls out a pocket watch and opens it, revealing a picture of a young girl.

"After my daughter was born...I wanted to leave this life. I thought I did." Caine said. "But you didn't." John said. "We're damned...you and I, John." Caine said. "On that we agree." John said and Caine closes his watch. "My daughter's not. If it's between you and her...you're going to die." Caine said. "Maybe not." John said and Caine smirks.

"I missed you, John. It's so good to sit with a friend. And I wish I met you, Mrs Wick, under different circumstances. You seem like a good woman." Caine said. "And you seem like a good man." (Y/n) tells him and John turns to Caine. "I'll see you tomorrow." John tells him and he and (y/n) get up and walk out of the church.

(Y/n) was sitting on the edge bed of their hotel room, the day's event playing through her head. She tried not to show it but she was beyond terrified.

On the one hand, John will win the duel and both him and her will get to go back a day try to live their normal lives. Sure it'll take her a bit to get back into living a normal life after these last few months but she had faith she'll overcome this and live that happy life she had dreamed of when she first married John.

But on the other hand, John could die and then she'd be killed afterwards. In a blink of an eye, their lives will be gone.

She sighs and runs her hands over her face until she hears the bathroom door opens a door footsteps approaching. She looks up and sees John walking into the room. "You okay?" He asked her, concerned, once he saw the look on her face. "Honestly, John....not really." She said and John lowers his eyes to floor and nods, slightly.

"I know you've told me to not worry and that you forgiven me but I am still sorry for everything." He said and she nods then she looks over at him. "John..." she said and he turns his head to her, she stares at him then leans in and kisses him. He kisses her back and he cups her face in his hands and she places her hands on his neck.

They break the kiss for a moment then she leans in and kisses him again and pushes him, slowly, back on the bed and gets on top of him. He lays down on the bed and places his hands on her hips as he continues to kiss her, passionately.

They stop to kiss to catch their breathes and they look deeply into each other’s eyes before (y/n) speaks up. "Make love to me, please." She pleads, in a soft whisper, and John pushes back a strand of her hair behind her ear as he stares into her eyes.

"Are you sure?" He asked her and she nods. "If this is our last night together, I want to spend one more time with you. To touch you one more time, to feel you one more time, to love you." She said and now it was his turn to lean his head up to her and capture her lips with his.

He sits up, (y/n) straddling his lap, as they continue to kiss, passionately, and she wraps her arms around his neck, her fingers start to run through his hair. They take off their jackets and their shirts before their hands started roaming each other, fingertips touching each other's soft skin. They stop kissing to catch their breathes again then they get up out of the bed and started to discard the rest of their clothing. 

Next thing (y/n) knew, she was laying on her back on the soft, satin sheets of the bed and John on top of her. They stare into each other’s eyes again before John slides into her, she gasps then lets out a moan at the feeling of being filled as he grunts then leans into kiss her. He gives her a moment to adjust before he starts moving his hips.

And the couple started showing each other how much they loved one another. Their hands on every part they could reach, fingers digging into the flesh to leave marks, the sounds of slapping skin and heavy pants from the couple echoed the room with the occasional screams of curses and their names leaving from the others mouth.

Eventually, (y/n) comes undone and screams John's name as he soon follows after her, grunting out her name. He stills then lays on top of her and she wraps her arms around his neck and buries her face into his shoulder as he buries his face in hers. The two of them catching their breathes after the intense orgasm they experienced.

"I love you." John whispers to her, in between breathes. "I love you too." (Y/n) whispered back and John gets off of her and lays down next to her. She then cuddles up to him and the two lay their in bed for a moment, just basking in the afterglow of their love making. After about a few hours of resting and sleeping, the alarm on John's watch goes off which meant it was time for them to get up and head out.

After getting dressed and ready, John and (y/n) walk along the streets of Paris and down a set of steps to a caged door, where various homeless people surround the entrance. John walks up to the entrance of the door and hands the paper, Winston handed him, to the homeless man that was guarding the door. The paper held a symbol and the man looks at it then begins to unlock the door.

John and (y/n) enter and make their way into a subway where a radio was playing music and there were several statues and artwork on the side. They sit down on a bench for a few moments before a train pulls up to them.

It stops and the couple get up as the door of the train cart opens and The Bowery King and Winston walk out of it. The Bowery King, holding a couple of suits. "Bonjour, Monsieur Wick and Madame Wick. And welcome to La Resistance." The Bowery King greets and John goes to shake his hand.

"A little far from home, aren't you?" John asked him as they shake hands then (y/n) shakes Bowery King's hand then he places a kiss on the back of her hand. "Well, your little act of uncivil disobedience inspired me, John. I'm branching out, spreading my wings." The Bowery King replied as the train leaves.

"How goes the Grand Farewell Tour?" The Bowery King asked him. "Coming to an end." John replied. "So it seems. So it seems. Forty-two regular, wasn't it?" The Bowery King asked then he holds up a suit. "It's Kevlar, front to back. The latest in ballistic chic. Appropriate for all formal occasions. Weddings, funerals, High Table duels. After all, a man has to look his best when it's time to get married. Or buried." The Bowery King said as he hands the suit to John.

"And of course, for the lovely lady..." the Bowery King said and he holds up the second suit that looked similar to John's suit but of course smaller. "I, of course, had one made for you as well, Mrs Wick." He said as he hands the suit to her and she takes it.

All right, now. For all you bopper out there in the City of Lights, for all you street people with an ear for the action, to all my loyal listeners who know the beat of the street, tonight is your chance to make some beautiful music.

I've been asked to relay a special request from a secret admirer. It seems there's a couple of thorns in our little slice of paradise.

A wicked man and woman from the Big Apple is making a beeline to our sacred heart. We are putting the call out to deliver your hardest beats to this man and woman in black.

If you want the prize, you must finish before sunrise. This golden oldie, and I do mean golden hit, goes out to you, Mr and Mrs Wick. And remember, there is nowhere to run.

John and (y/n) had finished getting suited up when they heard the broadcast. (Y/n) gives a nervous look to the radio then at John. "And so it begins." Winston said as he holds up a goblet of wine.

"We're going to need a couple of guns." John said as he and (y/n) walk up to Winston and The Bowery King, who was sitting and drinking from his glass of wine. "I thought you'd never ask." The Bowery King said as he sets his glass down then opens up a case that held two guns and some ammo.

"Nine-millimeter Pit Viper." The Bowery King said. "How'd you get these?" John asked him as he and (y/n) take the guns. "I know a guy who knows a guy who shot a guy." The Bowery King replied as John and (y/n) check the gun. "Twenty-one round capacity magazine with a built-in compensator for virtually no muzzle flip. Fiber-optic front sight, ambidextrous safeties, flared magwell for faster reloads, two-pound extreme trigger, and for those more, how shall we say, intimate encounters, these Vipers have ferocious fucking fangs." The Bowery King explained as John and (y/n) look over the guns and see how they felt in their hands then John nods at The Bowery King.

"How close can you get us to the church?" John asked and The Bowery King does the cross gesture. "Amen." (Y/n) remarkes as the Bowery King smiles.

The Bowery King leads, John, Winston and (y/n) to a different tunnel, this time a water tunnel with a small boat. "Here we are, gentlemen and lady. Your ride." The Bowery King said as he gestures to the boat.

After getting in the boat, the Bowery King drives it as John and (y/n) sit next to each other on the side of the boat while Winston sits in the back. "When I advised you not to dip your pinky back into this pond, I didn't think I'd get wet." Winston said and he glances over at John, who looks down in guilt.

"It'll all be over after today." John assures him. "When I was burying Charon, I was torn about what to put on his gravestone. A few words to sum up an entire life?" Winston said. "Long live the King! Had mine made years ago." The Bowery King said and (y/n) smiles. "Of course you did." (Y/n) said. "Modest." Winston said. "Prophetic." The Bowery King chuckles.

"What did you decide?" John asked Winston. "Friend." Winston replied. "That's what he was above all else. A friend." Winston said as the Bowery King comes upon the location and stops. "Au revoir et bonne chasse, Monsieur and Madame Wick." The Bowery King said as he turns and holds a hand out and John takes it and shakes it. "Thank you, King." John said then (y/n) shakes the Bowery King's hand.

"Johnathan. (Y/n)." Winston said. "Winston." John and (y/n) said. "Sunrise is at 6:03. Don't be late for all our sakes, hmm?" Winston said and John nods then gets out of the boat, turns and holds his hand out to (y/n). She takes it and he helps her out of the boat and she looks up at John, her heart feeling heavy.

"Loving husband." (Y/n) said, Winston and Bowery King look up at her and John stares at her. "That's what should be on yours. John. Loving husband." She added and John looks into her eyes and the corners of his lips twitch up and she gives him a quick smile. ​​"(y/n). Faithful wife should be yours." John tells her and she let's out a small laugh and smiles.

Winston nods at this as the couple head over to the door and enter it, which had stairs that lead out to the streets of Paris.

[lazzarella]

Top 10 Things

For some reason, I've decided to compile lists of my various top ten things, a completely pointless venture because I highly doubt anyone will read it, and I already know what they are, but I'm doing it anyway! lol

(I've included: bands; solo artists; albums; books; poems; graphic novels/comics; tv shows; BL series; murder mystery shows; movies; actors; actresses; directors; musicals)

BANDS

The Beatles

ABBA

Belle and Sebastian

Led Zeppelin

The Raveonettes

The Decemberists

Ramones

Blondie

Sparks

Judas Priest

SOLO ARTISTS

John Grant

Rufus Wainwright

Connie Francis

Kylie Minogue

Angel Olsen

Prince

Sufjan Stevens

Kate Bush

David Bowie

Keaton Henson

ALBUMS

Queen of Denmark by John Grant

69 Love Songs by The Magnetic Fields

In the Aeroplane Over the Sea by Neutral Milk Hotel

Rubber Soul by The Beatles

Picaresque by The Decemberists

Houses of the Holy by Led Zeppelin

You Could Have It So Much Better by Franz Ferdinand

Purple Rain by Prince

Transformer by Lou Reed

If You're Feeling Sinister by Belle and Sebastian

BOOKS

The Haunting of Hill House by Shirley Jackson

Grief is the Thing With Feathers by Max Porter

Rebecca by Daphne du Maurier

The Blind Assassin by Margaret Atwood

Sharp Objects by Gillian Flynn

The Murder of Roger Ackroyd by Agatha Christie

The Hobbit by JRR Tolkien

The Bloody Chamber and Other Stories by Angela Carter

The Charioteer by Mary Renault

The Big Sleep by Raymond Chandler

POEMS

Having a Coke With You by Frank O'Hara

Every poem in Crush by Richard Siken

The Second Coming by WB Yeats (alternatively, The Mermaid)

The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock by T. S. Eliot

Dulce et Decorum Est by Wilfred Owen

Love Sonnet XI by Pablo Neruda

somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond by e.e. cummings

Wild Geese by Mary Oliver

Tired by Langston Hughes

Perhaps the World Ends Here by Joy Harjo

GRAPHIC NOVELS/COMICS

Paper Girls

Ghost World

Persepolis

Bandette series

Delilah Dirk and the Turkish Lieutenant + sequels

The Fade Out

The Case of the Missing Men

The Less Than Epic Adventures of TJ and Amal

It's a Good Life, If You Don't Weaken

Nimona

TV SHOWS (that are not BLs or murder mysteries XD)

Spaced

Supernatural

The Hour

Buffy

Life on Mars/Ashes to Ashes

This is England 86/88/90

I Love Lucy

Pushing Daisies

Dark

In the Flesh OR The Young Ones OR Xena (I was going to choose but meh)

(A full list of my favourite TV shows on Serializd)

BL SERIES (MASTERLIST HERE)

Moonlight Chicken

My Personal Weatherman

KinnPorsche

Cherry Magic (Thailand)

Century of Love

Wandee Goodday

Old Fashion Cupcake

A Tale of Thousand Stars

Only Friends

Jack O'Frost

(I have a feeling Kidnap is going to take the place of one of these though)

MURDER MYSTERY SHOWS

Poirot

Marple

Rosemary and Thyme

Twin Peaks (it counts XD)

Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries

Endeavour

Beyond Evil

Murder, She Wrote

Jonathan Creek

George Gently

MOVIES

(if I do subcategories for this, we'd be here all day! But ftr my favourite genres are film noir, musicals, rom-coms, horror—mostly slashers and gialli, 50s/60s sci-fi...)

The Rocky Horror Picture Show

Clue

Strictly Ballroom

Charade

Velvet Goldmine

Hedwig and the Angry Inch

Call Me By Your Name

God's Own Country

Secretary

That Thing You Do!

(A full list of my favourite films on Letterboxd)

ACTORS

Robert Redford

Colin Farrell

James Spader

Keanu Reeves

Danny Kaye

Humphrey Bogart

Dirk Bogarde

Frank Sinatra

Jack Lemmon

Ben Whishaw

ACTRESSES

(only separating by gender to get more in XD)

Doris Day

Audrey Hepburn

Amy Adams

Lucille Ball

Jane Fonda

Kirsten Dunst

Marilyn Monroe

Nicole Kidman

Michelle Williams

Cate Blanchett

DIRECTORS

Gregg Araki

Alfred Hitchcock

John Waters

Sofia Coppola

Agnès Varda

Wes Anderson

Billy Wilder

Pedro Almodóvar

Stanley Donen

Dario Argento

MUSICALS

(only counting ones I've seen productions of myself)

The Rocky Horror Show

Little Shop of Horrors

Aladdin

Matilda

Cats

Chicago

Hairspray

Wicked

Singin' in the Rain

9 to 5 tied with Priscilla: Queen of the Desert

[designedparadigm]

   how  many  times  has  he  stayed  up  late  in  the  church's  small  study,  pondering  over  the  letter  that  brought  him  here?  put  this  forsaken  land  into  his  hands?  ‘father  mactavish  -  we  write  to  you  with  a  matter  of  utmost  import.’  he  clenches  his  teeth  down,  and  has  to  remind  himself  to  let  up  on  it.  he  leans  back  in  the  chair,  closing  his  eyes  and  reaching  up  to  rub  at  the  bridge  of  his  nose.  even  restoring  the  place  didn't  bring  a  fair  flock  in.  people  feared  the  place.  desecrated,  as  it  were.  was  he  not  good  enough?  he'd  been  chosen  to  bring  god's  holiness  back  in.  yet…  yet…

   he  slams  his  arm  down  on  the  desk,  fist  balled  up,  anger  flooding  his  system.  oh,  soldier  boy,  you're  not  meant  to  feel  such  things  when  you  work  for  god.  he  releases  his  fist,  uncurling  fingers.  have  patience,  o  soldier  boy,  god  will  show  you  light  when  you  show  him  your  virtue. 

   john  mactavish  just  wants  to  curl  up  and  scream  his  frustrations.  wants  to  cry. 

   his  nights  as  of  late  are  so  clouded.  something  dark  keeps  creeping  up  on  him.  whispers  to  him  in  a  voice  he  almost  trusts.  he  hates  it  -  hates  himself.  hates  that  he's  feeling  hate  again.  it's  improper.  he  is  holy.  or  -  so  he's  supposed  to  be.  he's  the  farthest  thing  from  it.  the  more  he  walks  the  path,  the  more  he  feels  the  weight  of  his  past  sins  grabbing  at  the  robe  he  wears,  threatening  to  burn  it  and  turn  it  to  tatters,  expose  him  bare  for  the  ugly  soldier  he  truly  is.  never  left  it  behind.  carried  it  on  his  back.  aching,  breaking.  there's  never  healing. 

   he  stands  and  he  walks  out  of  the  study,  running  his  hand  along  old  brick  walls.  time  wasn't  kind  to  anyone  or  anything.  scars  of  wear  and  tear  show  -  on  him,  on  the  church.  they're  both  run  down,  broken,  on  their  last  legs  -  and  desperate  to  be  saved  by  a  holy  force  that  seems  to  have  abandoned  them.  haunted  by  darkness  that  clings  to  every  corner  that  cannot  be  sent  away.  darkness  that  almost  pulls  some  comfort.  whispers  truths  -  but  things  he  convinces  himself  have  no  promise. 

   so  he  walks  the  lonely  hall  again,  walks  to  the  confessional  booth,  sits  himself  inside,  staring  up  at  the  ceiling.  there  is  no  other  priest  here  to  hear  him,  to  listen.  no  one  to  cast  absolution  upon  him.  yet  he  raises  his  hand,  still  makes  the  sign  of  the  cross,  though  faith  wears  so  heavily  on  him.  lips  part,  and  he  begins.  “forgive  me  father,  for  i  have  sinned.”  has  he?  does  he  understand  what  it  is  anymore?  “it  has  been  two  days  since  my  last  confession.”  he  does  this  far  too  regularly  now.  as  if  there's  some  dirt  that  talking  to  the  empty  confessional  will  wipe  clean.  his  hand  presses  to  the  side  of  the  booth,  frowning.  “something  tugs  at  my  soul.”  he  whispers  it.  “are  you  here  with  me?”

@halfsovl

[wishyouloveme]

Who I write for

Hey babies I'm back to writing!!

Fandoms I write for: Twilight, WWE, Shameless, Outer Banks Bridgerton, Good Girls, The walking dead, Supernatural, The Vampire Diaries, Fast and Furious, Heartstopper, Hamilton, Criminal minds, 13 Reasons why, You tube, Twitch, Haunting & hunting Adeline.

Twilight:

Vampires:

Jasper Hale, Emmett Cullen, Rosalie Cullen, Carlisle Cullen, Alice Cullen.

Wolves:

Jacob Black, Sam Uley, Paul Lahote, Embry Call, Seth Clearwater.

World Wrestling Entertainment (WWE):

Mens Wrestlers: Andrade, Angel Garza, Cody Rhodes, Damian Priest, Jacob Fatu, Jey Uso, Jimmy Uso, Logan Paul, Ludwig Kaiser, Omos, Randy Orton, Roman Reigns, Santos Escobar, Solo Sikoa, Cruz Del Toro, Brock Lesnar. Woman wrestlers: Alba Fyre, Alexa Bliss, Carmella, Charlotte Flair, Cora Jade, Liv Morgan, Rhea Ripley, Scarlett, Tiffany Stratton, Zelina Vega, Zoey Stark, Isla Dawn.

Shameless:

Ian Gallagher, Lip Gallagher, Carl Gallagher, Mickey Milkovich, Mandy Milkovich, Kevin Ball.

Outer Banks:

Pogues:

JJ Maybank, John B Routledge, Pope Heyward, Sarah Cameron, Barry.

Kooks: Rafe Cameron, Topper Thorton, Mike Carerra, Kelce.

Bridgerton:

Males: Colin Bridgerton, Simon Basset, Benedict Bridgerton.

Good Girls: quite literally only Rio

The walking dead: Quite literally only Daryl lol

Supernatural:

Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Crowley, Castiel.

The Vampire Diaries: Vampires: Stefan Salvatore, Damon Salvatore Original Vampires: Niklaus Mikaelson, Elijah Mikaelson. Werewolves: Tyler Lockwood, Mason Lockwood.

Fast and Furious Movies:

Domonic Toretto, Brian O'connor

Heartstopper:

Nick Nelson

Hamilton:

Aaron Burr, Thomas Jefferson, Alexander Hamilton.

Criminal Minds:

Aaron Hotchner, Spencer Reid, Derek Morgan.

13 reasons why:

Justin Foley, Zach Dempsey, Montgomery de la Cruz, Tony Padilla

Youtube:

Markiplier Visual Venture, Eddie VR, Sturniolo Triplets, Sam and Colby, Jake Webber, Corey Scherer.

Twitch:

George Not Found, Dream, Karl Jacobs, SapNap, Grizzy, Big Puffer, Droid, Pezzy. No Picture Haunting Adeline: Zade Meadows, Rio. I will not write smut for gay characters, in any way. Do not ask.

I will not write smut about people I do not find Physically attractive, and I have a right to deny any requests!

[pleasantspark]

Welcome To My Blog!

For starters, hello, my name is Orion, I go by many handles, 16xOrion, PleasantSpark and sometimes just Orion. I make content for Welcome Home, Sims, DDLC, Mega Man, Hazbin Hotel, Transformers... You get it all, but mainly I am fixated on DBZ.

Things You Should Know About Me

I own Over 9000 AUs, I own a fair share of OCs, and well. I have a personal artist who does not want to be credited (Mainly because they are and I quote "A Child" (They are 13) and they don't want to be out there.))

My favorite things are somewhat mixed bag.

I also use AI ART AS A TOOL.

DNI If You...

I am finna get hate but please DNI if you're a Minor (This falls under only this Tumblr bc I am mostly SFW on other platforms Minus A03, Wattpad... On Discord I am FULLY SFW).

Do not Interact if ur a Proshipper (I don't have issues with y'all its just I don't want to interact with people and get the other side pissy at me, bc I don't take sides.)

DNI if you're a bigot, Racist, Transphobe, Homophobe...

AND REMEMBER.

BE KIND.

Selfshipping Info

I licherally forgor to share shit.

Romantic Husk - Hazbin Hotel (Shipped with my Self Insert Nyx) Husk/Angel Dusk - Hazbin Hotel (Shipped with my Male Self Insert Moon) Beerus - DBZ/DBS (Shipped with my Self Insert Chi/Chiara) - Married Whis - DBS/DBZ (Shipped with my Self Insert Athena/G.O.D. Brandi) - Married Alastor - Hazbin Hotel (Shipped with my Self Insert Pandora Morningstar) - Married Adam - Hazbin Hotel (Shipped with my Self Insert Nyx) - Formerly Married (In Left Behind) Liquiir - DBZ/DBS (Shipped with my Self Insert Kuras [Sister of Beerus and Champa, all are triplets]) - Mates The Main Six (Rung, Rodimus Prime, Skids, Swerve, Kup, Whirl) - Transformers MTMTE (Polyship, Shipped with my Self Insert Comet) - Sparkbonded Goku - DBZ/DBS (Shipped with my Self Insert May, Only in selective versions oi an AU) - MARRIED, FUCK YOU CHI CHI Yamcha - DBZ/DBS (Shipped with my Self Insert Goki [Goku's Twin Sister]) - Married Vegeta - DBZ/DBS (Shipped with my Self Insert Calypso Briefs (Twin sister of Bulma) - Married Zamasu/Goku Black - DBZ/DBZ (Shipped with my Self Inserts Maru/Goki Black respectively) - Married, semi Polycule Hit - DBS (Shipped with my Self Insert Colbat [Beerus and Champa's DAUGHTER?! Yeah, Colbat's Mom cheated on Beerus and ended up going with Champa and they are unsure who the father is.]) Grand Priest/Whis/Vados/Mohito/Kusu/Sour/Camparri/Cognac/Cukatail/Kusu/Marcerta/Martinu/Merus - DBS [Polyship, All Relationships a LOOONG V shaped. None of them are dating each other, only me.) - MARRIED (Wait how does that work? I dunno.) Grand Priest - DBS (Shipped with my Self Insert Angel) - MARRIED Android 16 - DBZ (AU where he didn't die, bc fuck canon, shipped with my self insert Orion) - MARRIED Fu - DBS/XV2/DBH (Shipped with my Demon Self Insert Echo) - MARRIED Alan Orion/John Doe/Alastor/Zamasu/Caine/Jack Walten/Jax/Astarion/Monika/Mateo/Ford/Wally Darling/Peter - My Dear Hatchet Man, John Doe, Hazbin Hotel, Dragon Ball Super, The Amazing Digital Circus, The Walten Files, Buldar's Gate 3, Doki Doki Literture Club, Steampunkochi, Welcome Home, Your Boyfriend (Shipped with my Isekai'd Yandere AU Protag, Orion) - MARRIED? Shinzu - OC? Canon Character? DBZ/DBS (Shipped with my Kai Self Insert Aura, alternatively with Beerus and Chi) - MARRIED Jack Walten - The Walten Files (Shipped with my Self Insert Orion Walten) - MARRIED Frieza - DBZ/DBS (Shipped with my Self Insert Frostbyte [Female Freiza Race, Often but mainly May my Saiyan OC.) (There's probably OVER 9000 others but too lazy) (Expect a Caard soon. Or a website.) Familial Liquiir and I's Kits - Children Chocolate & Ankho - Beerus' and I's Children Gohan, Goten, Gine the II, Goki The II, Goshin - Goku and I's Children Rose - Adoptive Daughter Fizz & Deni - OC and I's Twin Children King Vegeta, Vegeta, Tarble, Queen Salz (Mother of Vegeta, May and Tarble) - May/My Family Raditz & Goki - Sibling In Laws Bardock & Gine - Parent In Laws Calypso & Bulma - Sibling in Laws Trunks & Bulla - Nibling in Laws Yamcha Jr, Cody, Miracle, Goku The II - Nibling In Laws Matt - Grand-Son Android 16 (May) - Son in Law Whis (Orion) - Adoptive Father Kuriza & Hale (May) - Sons Champa & Beerus (Kuras) - Twin Older Brothers (I am the triplet younger sister)

[alvertesongdiary]

Father John Misty - I Guess Time Just Makes Fools of Us All

Our naked bodies go on trial Just for laughing at the joke Just for saying of the bargain What any sales girl already knows Most of us old men die at the firing line Just waiting for our number to be called I guess time just makes fools of us all

Now the king regales his stepsons When he’s loaded as a gun Says a real man is like a country You need a map to find you one Now why do you ‘spose You must approach the throne With its back up against the wall I guess time just makes fools of us all

The great-ish minds of my generation Gladly conscripted in the war Of defending any Goliath That would deign darken the door Now with your genius for picking battles It’s no wonder every helmet is too small I guess time just makes fools of us all (Mm) I guess time just makes fools of us all

My drink is watered down The champ is on his knees He lost the rematch He lost the comeback He lost for charity But that’s the job That’s what gets the asses in the hall They came for a beating (Hm) And he came to brawl

Go and serve your client notice That of all young gods I have known Yours is easily the least famous To turn down the cover of The Rolling Stone Lily white white faces so familiar And yet impossible to recall I guess time just makes fools of us all

After a millennia of good times God said “Hey now, let’s have a dream” Where we raise the stakes a little Come on let’s make things interesting Parachute into the Anthropocene An amnesiac, a himbo Ken doll I guess time just makes fools of us all

I killed a rattlesnake this morning It was coiled up behind the truck Put it in reverse and hit it clean Something he said went in and stuck “Hey I can sell you a million records “I mean your image could use an overhaul “Don’t you know time just makes fools of us all?”

Headlights headed southbound The loser’s exodus That’s where you’ll find me: in Las Vegas Doing my greatest hits Me and Dixie, had ourselves a ball I followed my dreams And my dreams said to crawl

The groom is a liar And the bride is a shill The priest says “If these two don’t make it, who among us ever will?” Don’t ask the love you dare for a prediction Wherein the lovers of tomorrow are involved I guess time just makes fools of us all (Oh) I guess time just makes fools of us all (Oh) I guess time just makes fools of us all

05/08/2024