#producer!erik

[chaneajoyyy]

There was a series a while back where OP wanted to work for Dreamville and Mack Wilds was her play brother I think. Do you remember what it was?

Hey love! I sure do! It’s called Killin’ Him Softly series by my good sis @eyeknowmywrites 🩷

[mkpersephone]

The first time i saw him, all i could think of was QUICKSILVER!!!!!

So much Quicksilver vibe!

Especially the side eye.

Like father, like son!

X-men' 97, Ep 10

[dawnofiight]

Presenting: Hs Marie Sketch

Do you guys like how I refuse to do background 90% of the time?

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If you want to be taken off tell me. I won't yell and scream and cry or anything like that .. probably

[purplespacekitty]

every now and then, the spirit of angsty rock musicals possesses me and I descend into a cycle of listening to, watching, acting out, talking about and singing Jesus Christ Superstar for about 2 weeks straight. during this time period, the falsettos of Ted Neeley and Ian Gillan, masterful ad libs of Carl Anderson, sorrowful balladic notes of Yvonne Elliman and all those who came before and after them consume my every waking thought. I become compelled to listen to every version of “Heaven On Their Minds” and “Gethsemane (I Only Want to Say)” I can find, even the ones recorded with shitty iPhone cameras and mics. my voice goes hoarse singing along with Judas’ lament over blood money and Simon’s overenthusiastic powerpoint to Jesus about how great he is. I obsess over how cunty Judas’, Herod’s, Caiaphas’ and Pilate’s outfits are by production. I weep over the kiss of betrayal as Judas and Jesus are separated for the last time. I learn new stuff about the singers and productions every time.

I soak up the inevitable poetic tragedy of it all and then I go back to our regularly scheduled programming.

[wreckedhoney]

do i Dar e put this in the main tag even though it is So dumb So silly but also does anyone dig phantom of the opera. does anyone dig it enough to begin making very light and superficial au's.

it's the radio station for kfam. kurt m is falling out of grace with station management, more so because of the Curse that's increasingly gotten worse within the station itself as well as the town. forrest nash is getting booted out of chicago. alas, he finds a mysterious letter addressed to him that a position will soon be open in gallows creek, so off he rides, melancholy into the behemoth of a building, in a dark and spooky town.

kurt m has been scared off, but forrest doesn't believe in ghosts, doesn't believe in demons, and the only person "living" in the basement, "underground," is clive, the janitor, and it's not like he never goes home, so what's the big deal?

until after his first week(?), peggy leaves slightly earlier than he does, and forrest is left alone only to hear a faint whistling coming from alllll the way down the stairs.

[callmebrycelee]

MAN CRUSH MONDAY

MICHAEL B. JORDAN

Michael Bakari Jordan was born February 9, 1987 in Santa Ana, California. The 37-year-old actor and producer is best known for portraying Erik Killmonger in Black Panther and Adonis Creed in Creed, Creed II and Creed III. He has had roles on the following television shows: The Sopranos, The Wire, All My Children, CSI: Crime Scene Investigation, Without a Trace, Cold Case, Bones, Friday Night Lights, Law & Order: Criminal Intent, Parenthood and The Boondocks. Michael is 6 feet tall.

[thenerdsofcolor]

Chatting with the Creative Team Behind ‘Percy Jackson and the Olympians’

NOC Interviews: Chatting with the Creative Team Behind ‘Percy Jackson and the Olympians’ @jon_steinberg @danshotz #PercyJackson @PercySeries @DisneyPlus #PercyJacksonAndTheOlympians

While at New York Comic Con this year, I spoke with Jon Steinberg (Showrunner/EP), Dan Shotz (Showrunner/EP), James Bobin (Director/EP), Dan Hennah (Production Designer), Tish Monaghan (Costume Designer), Erik Henry (VFX Supervisor), and Jeff White (ILM VFX Supervisor) about making Percy Jackson and the Olympians. The series will debut December 20 on Disney+ with a two-episode premiere, followed…

[dick-helmet-magneto]

Love the new sims option of "Can this sim produce milk?" BITCH I don't know, can he?

i guess if he sets his mind to it.

[alpakaclanbooking]

Chronicle of Erik Bensberg from Alpakaclan Booking

Berlin,  2023 –Erik Bensberg is a talented and dedicated music manager who plays a significant role in the music industry as the founder and CEO of Alpakaclan Booking. Here’s a chronicle of his successes and achievements. 2005: Erik Bensberg founds Alpakaclan Booking as a small music management company in his hometown. With a passion for music and a strong network, he begins supporting emerging…

[canvaswolfdoll]

i mean... they could.

what's the phantom going to do? sue? i don't know if he legally existed to begin with, and he certainly fled the opera house in the musical*, while in the book he just settles down and lives out the rest of his days quietly in his basement house before his skeleton is ultimately found in a random vault.

also, you've forgotten the part about shronk's lead actress being a rising star, child of a world famous violinist, who is never seen again after the infamous shronk kidnapping, so as far as the public knows she's probably serial killed as well.

* arguably to set up in coney island, but maybe we shouldn't concern ourselves with love never dies.

How was the opera? Was it good? Hope there were no disastrous chandeliers crashing

Okay but actually can you imagine being a guy in the audience at the opera house, and then an evil ghost interrupts the show and kills someone? There is a crowd full of people who will never have the context to understand what the fuck happened. You’re like visiting relatives from out of town, so obviously you go to the theater, and there’s this new musical showing you’ve never heard of, and then during one of the first numbers, the lead actress gets kidnapped on stage mid-song.

[panbotter]

Hey so in reference to my previous ask, can you do one were the reader is having trouble controlling their powers (you can decide those) and either Kurt or Erik comfort them after a bad day and end up confessing to the reader. You can ad smut if you want but if not that's totally fine too☺️.

Your Existence is Grand

Erik Lehnsherr x gn!reader

Erik notices you having a rough day with your powers and decides to shower you with praise.

(This is my first fanfic literally ever so feedback appreciated, but also... Sorry for any mistakes!!!!)

Trigger warnings: cursing, suggestive themes (I don't know what else to write here, pls let me know if there's anything else I should add!)

The air around me begins buzzing and crackling, becoming charged with electricity and I sigh, deeply frustrated before I reach for the metal doorknob in front of me and receive a shock so strong that all the muscles in my arm cramp up painfully. I curse under my breath, forcing my arm to bend and stretch the tense muscles as I walk into the lounge, getting a glimpse of the others outside. Some might say I’d been gifted with a particularly powerful mutation, that it made me strong and intimidating. That I am admired for it, as if it’s a blessing to be grateful for.

But in this god-forsaken world, all I could see was a curse that plagued my body. I never bothered to understand the science behind it, as much as others might have tried to explain it to me. Something about the electricity in my body behaving abnormally, affecting the air around me and in turn, other electronics or conductors of electricity, turning me into a walking hazard around power lines, or thunderstorms. Let's not even mention the sheer amount of electrical fires I’ve caused. Sure, it sounds cool. But the reality is basically hell.

One of the ‘best’ parts about my mutation is that it is terribly unstable, especially when you’re constantly surrounded by electricity no matter where you go. Everyone else who charges up some static then touches a piece of metal receives a little sting from a silly little shock. It might be a little funny or perhaps surprising! Maybe it happens when you touch fingers with someone else and you shock each other, what a cute moment!

Try getting fucking electrocuted every single time.

Nowhere near as cute, nor as fun.

Some days are worse than others and the more restless I become, the worse it is for me in the end. But unfortunately, I can’t lay in bed immobile for an entire day to lower the voltage my body is producing, resulting in my current conundrum. Avoiding the rest of the X-Men in order to avoid any potential accidents, especially with Jubilee. Fireworks and a highly-charged mutant body surrounded by a bunch of high-tech only spells out bad news. Luckily, it seems like most of them were outside on the basketball court. That’s what I thought, at least.

“I take it you’re having a bad voltage day?” the voice of none other than Magneto startles me out of my thinking. It’s been more than a few months of him living here with us, but his presence is still unexpected. I had a hard time training the knee-jerk defensive reaction out of my body for the first few days, my body becoming charged up so quickly that I wouldn’t even have the chance to blink before I shot a bolt of electricity at him.

He was quick to show that a little spark didn’t do much to him, given that he was essentially a walking magnetic field.

I turn to him, his large form standing at the entrance to the lounge, “What makes you say that?” I turn back to watch as Scott and Logan start another argument, their voices muffled by the glass.

“The air keeps crackling and I have a hard time believing there’s a storm inside the building” he approaches until he pauses at my side. I chuckle a little, giving a wince once I feel my sore muscles constrict. He turns to watch me.

“Hm, I don’t know, maybe Storm has had enough of those two at each other’s throats” I try to joke but my voice falters, as my heart begins to race again and the sound of the air buzzing around me becomes overwhelming. Tremors begin rippling across my muscles, a mixture of them cramping and relaxing too fast for me to keep up with. Losing the strength in my legs, I stretch a hand out toward the glass in front of me to hold myself up but I miss the glass by a couple inches. Erik’s hands are quick to grab onto my arms before pulling me into his chest, supporting my weight as the crackling noise fills my ears and I let out a pained shout. My body releases a strong burst of electricity, most of it absorbed by Erik’s magnetic field, whilst the rest causes the power in the building to go out. I pant loudly, trying to catch my breath, feeling like my heart might’ve stopped in the middle of that.

The lights flicker around us before the power in the school hums back to life. Erik’s hands are still around me, I realize before beginning to step away, but his hold on me tightens. He pulls me back against his chest and I try to fight back the heat that’s slowly creeping up to my face. This is a bit embarrassing. I’ll admit it, I had grown to like Erik in the time he’d been with us, not to mention I had quite a few run-ins with him before I ever joined the X-Men. He always seemed so… Powerful, he always felt safe to be around. As radical as the Professor may claim he is, he always seemed… Right. You could hear the passion in his voice when he spoke of mutantkind and it made you want to side with him, to be loyal and to follow him to the ends of the Earth.

He had a powerful presence, and as I am now discovering, a powerful touch. One of the very few people who could come near me without fear of being electrocuted. My muscles had begun to twitch in the aftermath of the shock. These are the unfortunate moments where I wish I could be rid of my mutation. I could barely hold myself up and here I was in Erik’s arms.

“You should be resting” his voice was stern, but there was a hint of concern in there. I raise my gaze to meet his, feeling a bit of shame.

“I can’t just lay in bed all day, the world is still turning, there’s things to do…” I muttered.

“Precisely, the world is still turning and it will still continue to turn if you are at rest. You, on the other hand, are not a planet and you need to care for yourself”

I stare into his eyes, feeling them pierce through my soul. He always seemed to be right about everything… I chuckle under my breath as I regain some strength in my legs, straightening back up.

“I’m sure you must be tired of having to run after all of us like a babysitter” I joke as his arms come to rest on my shoulders once I’m stable on my feet.

A glint crosses his eyes, “I do wonder how Charles managed, and then I remember he’s a telepath, so it must’ve been quite easy for him” he replies with a smirk gracing his face that makes me laugh a little.

“He still struggled, you shouldn’t compare yourself to the Professor”

He begins to lead me toward the couch behind us, helping me take a seat before joining me. I still feel a hot streak of shame across my stomach, having him help me. Burdening him.

“Sorry, by the way… You’re right, I should be a little more considerate of others” I mutter.

Erik turns to look at me as I avoid making eye contact, “I don’t believe those were my words…” his hand reaches out toward my chin, gently turning my head to face him, “I only ask of you to rest and care for yourself, forget what the others may think”

I blinked up at him, “The Professor always wanted me to push past my limits, so that I can perhaps get stronger… Control my powers better”

“In a perfect world, you wouldn’t have to restrict your abilities, you could rule this planet with a wave of your hand, what you have is something to be proud of, not ashamed” he places his hand against my cheek and I find myself leaning against his warm touch, “Your mutation is a blessing, not a curse”

I scoff, “Sure doesn’t feel that way, I can’t even live among humans without shutting down an entire city’s power”

“Your powers shouldn’t be hidden, controlled, or restricted for the sake of humanity” he says the word with disdain, “but those are my beliefs, your existence is grand mein liebling”

My heart thumps against my chest loudly at his words. It feels… Intimate. How could he speak such high praise toward me?

“I see you hurt and I watch as you restrain yourself around others, as your mutation basically eats your body alive and it pains me…” his eyes gaze across my face, pausing at my lips before trailing back up to my eyes, “It pains me that you live in a world where you feel you cannot rest, where you feel you must hide the power within you”

“Erik…” I whisper, almost afraid to shatter the moment between us, “What are you… What are you saying…?” I peer into his eyes, seeing something brewing behind his gaze. Could it be possible that he’s… No, there’s no way.

“What do you believe I’m saying?” he whispers softly, leaning in toward me. I jump as a few sparks fly out from where he has his hand on my cheek. I can’t help my eyes dropping to his lips before rising back up to his eyes.

I feel the tension rise and in a desperate attempt to avoid it, I joke, “If I was delusional, I might think you’re trying to confess to me right now” I laugh a little to dispel the tension. His gaze was still just as intense so I failed, but I tried my best.

A smile graced his features, “Yes… Perhaps if you were delusional, you might see that I am actually confessing my feelings for you right now” he says it so casually I almost think he’s playing along with my joke, but as my eyes widen, so does his smile.

“Are you…?” my voice wavers a little. I feel my heart drop, realizing he’s probably joking with me. I turn away from his hand, lightly pushing his chest to put distance between us.

“Is this some sort of joke? Come on, Erik… You know that’s… It’s unrealistic” I mutter, a man like him would never love someone like me, that’s not how it works… Maybe in the movies, or in a fairytale perhaps.

“Mein liebling, perhaps I haven’t been clear enough with you” he wraps his arms around my shoulders and pulls me in close, closer than before, “do you prefer a visual demonstration instead? I can give you that, you only need to ask” he smiles before slowly leaning in, giving me enough time to back out if I wished, but I find myself leaning in, eager to feel his lips against mine.

As soon as our lips locked together, sealed at last, a burst of electric sparks flew out from our lips and I giggled into the kiss. I mean, how ironic is that? I felt real, literal sparks and fireworks from the kiss and it made my lips tingly. Erik smiles into the kiss before deepening it, his hand rising up toward my hair while the other trailed down my back and I found myself desperate to be closer to him, wrapping my arms around his neck, clumsily climbing over to sit on his lap. We part right as I begin losing my breath and he trails a burning, tingly trail of kisses down my jaw before he stops by my ear.

With a whisper that blew across the nape of my neck, “I see more than just greatness in you, so much more…” The words are charged with intention, passion, and sincerity. I shudder as the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end and I bite back a moan as he continues kissing down my neck. I take a sharp breath in as he begins sucking on a tender spot before I suddenly realize what we’re doing…

Where we’re doing it.

I turn slightly to peek at the windows, making sure the others are still thoroughly distracted with playing before I feel Erik bite my skin and a moan breaks out, “Wait! Erik… We’re… In the lounge…”

He lifts his head, and the dark look in his blue eyes makes me clench my legs in anticipation, “We’ll just have to be fast… And quiet… Can you do that?” He taunts me with a question I don’t even get the chance to answer before he lays me down on the couch, climbing over me, “I’m just helping you relax, that’s not a sin, is it?” He looks down at me with a hungry gaze and I feel my cheeks burn.

“I guess not”

“Show me what else you can do with these sparks of yours”

[leilohsstupidgaystuff]

Cherik in our generation au:

(They got Erik to do a video with them)

Charles: Hi, I'm Charles, and my stepbrother beat me up every time he failed in class because I gave him extra lessons, and I brought the bowl.

Erik: How do I find out about this through this- *cut*

Raven: Hi guys, I'm Raven and my stepfather would sometimes lock me and my brother for over a day in our closet without food or anything, and I brought M&Ms.

Hank: Hello, I'm Hank, and my father left me several times behind in the supermarket, because "my mother must have cheated on him, because he could never produce such hideous thing" and I brought caramel toffees.

Erik: Hello, I'm Erik and... *looking over the camera* Charles, how many packages of sweets do you have there?! 10?... What do you mean you wanted to do more?! *taking a deep breath* Hello, I'm Erik and my boyfriend is a little shit, who in all his talking never once told me about his fucking past!

[mydaddywiki]

Stellan Skarsgård

Physique: Average Build Height: 6’ 3" (1.91 m)

Stellan John Skarsgård (born 13 June 1951) is a Swedish actor. He is known for his collaborations with director Lars von Trier, appearing in Breaking the Waves (1996), Dancer in the Dark (2000), Dogville (2003), Melancholia (2011), and Nymphomaniac (2013). Skarsgård has since starred in various blockbusters such as Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest (2006) and Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End (2007). He also starred in Mamma Mia! (2008), Angels and Demons (2009), and The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo (2011). He played Dr. Erik Selvig in five Marvel Cinematic Universe films, starting with Thor (2011), and portrayed Baron Harkonnen in Denis Villeneuve's two-part Dune adaptation, Dune (2021) and Dune: Part Two (2024).

You’d think I’d already be into Stellan with how many things I’ve seen him naked in and there's a lot. And surprisingly the one that put him over the edge with is a movie where he didn’t appear naked in, The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo. Wait, was it Thor: The Dark World? Well it was one of those two.

Skarsgård was born in Gothenburg, he moved often in his childhood and lived, amongst other places, in Helsingborg, Totebo, Kalmar, Marielund, and Uppsala. Skarsgård started his acting career early; and, by the age of 21, his experience in film, TV and stage was considerable. Most of his early roles were in Swedish television (such as Bombi Bitt) and films.

Twice married, with his first wife, they had six children together. Alexander, Gustaf, Bill, and Valter are also actors, while Eija was a model for a few years. His second marriage to Irish screenwriter and producer Megan Everett in January 2009 produced two sons. Because of this, Skarsgård had a vasectomy because he felt that eight children was enough. Well Mr. Skarsgård… if you were fucking me, you wouldn't have that problem.

RECOMMENDATIONS: Good Will Hunting (1997) Nymphomaniac: Vol. I (2013) Nymphomaniac: Vol. II (2013) Amistad (1997)

[dawnofiight]

Now Presenting: Asher as Miku, Angel as Teto, Babe as Gumi!

Pls ignore my Babe design they don't usually look like this I just didn't have inspo

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@starlogician

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@aurorialwolf

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[permanentmess]

may i request a cherik x mutant! reader? idk abt plot but i really need some fluff

a/n: i wasn’t sure whether to make this platonic or romantic, so i made it ambiguous! I also based this on the premise of brooklyn nine nine season 1, episode 3. reader has powers involving electricity and the year is after 1981

also sorry this took so long, i finished up my last week of work, went to disneyland, and then moved in for my senior year of college! and i apologize for this being short, i wasn't sure what to write :)

title: slump

word count: 424

summary: you're struggling with your powers, so charles and erik provide the comfort you need

warnings: none! just fluff. mild angst for plot reasons but is resolved

GIF NOT MINE

~~~

“Darling, I think you’re in a slump,” Charles says as he watches you fail to produce even a spark.

Erik nods in agreement, watching you sit down against the wall, taking a drink of water. “Take the week off and relax.” 

You vigorously shake your head. “I’m not in a slump, I swear. I just didn’t sleep well last night.” You’re lying through your teeth, causing both of them to give you a look. 

You decide to stand up again, focusing on producing sparks from your fingers and aiming them at the wall. A few shoot out, but stop just as soon. “Ugh, what is happening?” 

“Darling, I want you to take the week off, please,” Charles insists, and you begin to profusely refuse when the light above you breaks. 

“Alright fine, I’m in a slump.” 

~~ 

You’re resting on the couch in the lounge, a cup of peppermint tea in your hand. The TV is playing some old movie that you’re half paying attention to, so when Charles and Erik come in, you immediately turn your head to the sound. 

They come to sit on either side of you, and you decide to take the comfort they provide. You rest your head on Erik’s shoulder, reaching for Charles’ hand. ‘Thank you,’ you tell Charles in your head and he responds back with a gentle ‘Of course.’ 

“What are we watching?” Erik asks, finally resting his head on top of yours. 

“I don’t know, it was on. I was just relaxing.” Him and Charles hum in unison at the answer. “You can switch it to whatever you want.” 

Charles switches the stations with his powers until he lands on a channel playing Indiana Jones. You squeeze his hand as a gesture of thanks. 

It’s silent for a while, casually enjoying the movie. Occasionally other teachers will come on through the lounge, but for the most part it is peaceful. 

“I think you should try to use your powers again,” Charles says, and you’re confused. It has only been 5 days since you started your break. 

“Are you sure?” 

“Positive, darling,” he insists, letting go of your hand. You sit up and see Erik nodding in agreement. “Just do something small.” 

You’re nervous but you decide to try and turn off the TV. You focus on the energy inside the TV and see it click off immediately. Your mouth slightly opens in shock before a wide grin spreads across your face. “Holy shit, I did it!” 

You pull each of the men into a hug and turn the TV back off, messing with the lights in the room. 

In amongst your joy and trials, the men share a look, smiling just as wide at your enthusiasm. 

[treespen]

Jonathan Harker praises the bottle of Tokaji wine he was served at Dracula's Castle on his first night there.

Tokaji is one of the oldest dessert wines. Sweet, intense in flavor, and prestigious. Produced in Tokay, Hungary since the 16th century. Most often paired with spicy and hot dishes.

Apparently Jonathan enjoys sweet, intense wines.

Erik in The Phantom Of The Opera novel offers Tokaji to Christine Daaé during her first visit in his lair.

Mephistopheles in Goethe's Faust serves it to the young lovestruck Siébel. (Siébel: 'No wine for me can ever be too sweet.' Mephistopheles: 'My best Tokaji shall presently appear.')

In the 19th century it was used as a remedy for plague and anemia

(all this occurred to me thanks to @wheresjonno while thinking about what Jonathan would enjoy in a euro food tour)