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[kingshook1]

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[iovesia]

IN THIS DARKNESS.

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synopsis : sfw & nsfw dating john wick headcanons.

warnings: fluff. breaking up. angst. smut. canon typical violence.

pairings : john wick  𝒙  fem!reader.

josie’s note .⁺ ˖ ⌒ holy fuckkkk, the new john wick movie ignited something in me. i was straight up biting my lip off in the movie theater. enjoy these little headcanons while i try to come up with an actual fic. your media consumption is your own responsibility, read the warnings and enjoy! — reblogs and likes are greatly appreciated !! ♡

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SFW.

Number #1 Gentleman™. Outside of his profession, he’s quite literally the nicest guy you’ll ever meet, and he'll really try to woo you when you first start dating.

Like, holding the door open for you, carrying your bags, giving you his jacket when you’re cold, paying for dinners, and even buying you expensive gifts.

This man is 100% loaded. Expect him to be buying you all kinds of trinkets and gifts. Whenever he notices you staring at something, or briefly mentions something, he’ll remember it forever.

John is super observational, he notices all the little things. His quietness (and lowkey awkwardness) make him an amazing listener. Because he lives such a chaotic life, in contrast to the one with you— he loves to listen to you ramble about everyday shenanigans.

He has a dry ass sense of humor.

Pet names consist of: sweet girl, and honey. He's a little old-timey like that.

Super protective over you. Like, second shadow level protective— man will not let you out of his sight. He's lost so much in his life, and after Helen, he just can't stand the thought of ever losing you.

While he would try to stay out of fights when he's around you, he'd wouldn't take shit from anyone who tried something with you. He's John Wick after all, so trust that he'd kick their ass.

Not a fan of PDA, and gets a little awkward about it in the early days of your relationship. Growing up in the Ruska Roma, physical affection wasn't exactly number one priority. So he's a little surprised (and touch-starved) when he notices how clingy you are.

Always walking his his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him. Random sidenote, but I headcanon that John is warm all the time. Mans is a walking furnace.

You spend all your nights tangled in each others arms. He's always the big spoon, letting you rest your head against his chest and listening to his heartbeat as he encapsulates you with his strong arms.

John loves having you sit in his lap. The two of you could spend hours together, even if it was in silence, just enjoying each others loving embrace.

You end up getting a dog together, and you constantly tease John for his terrible choice in names.

"John, c'mon, don't be boring!" You giggle as you kneel down, rubbing the cheeks of the cutest pit bull you've ever seen. "We can't name the dog, Dog."

"You have any better ideas?" John smirks, kneeling down next to you, pressing his lips to the side of your head.

It'll take a while before he talks about his past and profession with you. He doesn't want to inadvertently drag you into his life of crime, and put you in any danger.

But, soon enough, the walls will lower and he'll let his guard down. John will confess secrets about himself, bit by bit.

It'll be on a random night, when you start tracing his tattoos with your finger. In a quiet whisper, you'll ask him what the one on his back means.

"Fortune favors the bold," he whispers with a raspy voice, his thumb rubbing your forearm, as you lean your head into the crook of his neck. "I got it when I was younger."

You always ask him to teach you some moves, and he's happy to do so, under the guise that it's for self-defense (and not at all that his muscles and figure look amazing when he's doing martial arts).

He can only keep running from the assassin life for so long, until it eventually comes to bite him in the ass. So to protect you, he forces himself to break up with you.

John, unfortunately, carries a large sense of self-loathing. He thinks and knows he doesn't deserve you. For the heinous things, he's done, he knew it was too good to be true.

You cry, and beg him to explain why he's doing this. But, in true John nature, he holds himself together and presses a soft kiss to your forehead before walking out.

You don't see him crumbling, and breaking down as he shuts the door behind him.

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NSFW.

Size kink. Size kink. Size. Kink.

John is 6'1, so you'll be climbing this man like a tree.

He loves how big his hands look, when he presses your wrists down on the bed, or when he grabs a handful of your breast.

Missionary position is his favorite. He loves the intimacy, and being as close to you as physically possible.

You wrapping your legs around his waist, pulling him in closer as he leaves several hickeys along your collarbone— Lord, he can't get enough of it.

Corruption kink, I can't lie.

He's a big, scary, assassin— and his moral integrity is a little murky. John almost gets off on the idea of slowly corrupting you, and turning you into his dirty girl.

He is hung. That's all I have to say.

Again, super possessive. Do not ask him to share, he will shut that down.

For someone who never talks, he's suddenly dirty talking in your ear the whole time. His lips pressed against your ear, mumbling all kinds of things that make your cheeks burn.

"Hmm, what was that?" He hums, sending vibrations through your body. "Tell me what you want, sweet girl."

Breeding kink.

Not fully for the reason of wanting kids (although, he'd love to start a family with you and really settle down), but again for the intimacy.

He loves to mark you with his cum, another result of his total possessive protectiveness of you. You don't miss the way his eyes darken when he empties inside you, watching as it comes pouring out.

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[notroosterbradshaw]

Hi can i request number 12 from the prompts list with Rooster please? Thanks

12. Mapping out your lover’s features while they sleep in your arms, smoothing your thumbs down their cheeks, throat, collarbones, chin and nose.

"You do this every time," Rooster sighed, rubbing his honey-coloured eyes. "'Bradley, baby'," he mocked in your over-exaggerated tone as you scoffed. "‘Put on a movie, I wanna snuggle’. Five minutes later, you're out across my chest," he accused as you rolled your eyes, unable to hold back laughter. He had known you long enough... was hard to deny him.

"What am I supposed to do? I cuddle in and you're so warm and smell so good and I just doze off. Sue me," you huffed, inflating his ego at the same time (usually didn’t take a lot), opening the wine and pouring you both a glass. "I don't know why you just don't take it as a compliment and move along, Bradshaw."

He laughed. "Because you put some shitty romcom on and I'm trapped under you until you wake with three minutes left of the movie and pretend you were awake the whole time."

You could only make a face. He was 100% right. No argument was going to help you now.

"I dunno why I'm even asking you this, but humour me, baby: what you wanna watch?" he asked with dread, finding the remote and flicking through movies that were on your watch list. He had picked the last movie (Reservoir Dogs, thanks for asking), so he didn't have a leg to stand on. May as well toss it out there and admit he knew a romcom was in his immediate future if the list he clicked through dismally had anything to do with it.

"It's Flashback Friday, let's watch a classic," You danced around the couch, excitedly and put the wine on the coffee table with the charcuterie board Bradley would eat 93% of himself.

"Shortlist," he insisted.

"Fair," you agreed as he plonked on the couch, and you sat beside him. "Point Break, you'll be hot for Keanu. Will put you in the mood. Point, Bradshaw," he goaded as you tried to get the remote off him. He pushed you back gently. He bopped your nose. "Absolutely not. I'm controlling the remote, thank you."

"Point Break," you contemplated thoughtfully. A twofer really... Keanu, Patrick Swayze -

"Nah, too easy. You don't get to lull me into a false sense of security like that. Keep going," Bradley rolled his eyes.

"Breakfast Club?"

"Not a dealbreaker," Rooster admitted. "Back to the Future?"

"God, you are such an 80's kid," you rolled your eyes.

"Wasn't just my decade, babe," he hissed back as you squinted at him, a man with a death wish. "But of course, you're the latter end. May as well be 90's," he rushed, as you laughed. "You're not getting older, you're just getting sexier," he overcorrected, hoping he'd bridged the gap with his loose lips, his nose from your earlobe to your jaw, leaving a wet, warm kiss against your pulse. He was the dirtiest player in the game and he laughed against your skin, as you enraged him a moment later, dragging your nails into his scalp, giving him a bit of pleasure in return. "God, you're so full of shit…” you somehow managed to get out.

He laughed and shrugged. "Yeah, you’re hating every minute,” he reckoned.

"But it's a short list," you pretended to growl as he kissed your pout. “What about Stand by Me?" you tried, his lips still mashed against yours and you fell into his soft kiss, God, his lips were magical, you loved kissing Bradley Bradshaw. His soft lips, the caress of his tongue -

"Baby, are you actually considering me and what I would like to watch?" he asked, almost touched, he pulled back, a smug look of satisfaction laced all over his face.

"Footloose?"

Apparently not. "Veto."

"Oh, Dirty Dancing!" the tone in your voice telling him that this was your decision, but he couldn't resist, because he kind of loved it when you argued and got all cross and cute... and sometimes if he riled you up just the right amount, a little frisky too.

"VE-TO."

"Bradley Bradshaw, how dare you!" you exclaimed as he broke into a grin and put his hands in the air.

"I give, baby," he admitted. "Just love you all wound up and - "

"Yeah, yeah," you said bashfully. He chuckled, pressing a chaste kiss to your temple and he raised his arm to put it across your shoulder to nuzzle in under, pressing play on the flick. The Ronettes 'Be My Baby' started in the background with a noir 1960s underground dancing dirty montage (if you will), flitting across the screen.

"Credit where it's due, this soundtrack is fuckin’ awesome. They just don't make them like they used to."

"Movie soundtracks?" you tucked yourself into his ribs as he adjusted to bend to you. He'd be kidding himself; this was the best part of watching a movie as you curled yourself around him. Maybe the movie would be forgotten and some sexy making out would take over, he wondered.

"Yep," he nodded, plopping a kiss in your hair.

"Yeah, 80's definitely had that going for them. Best 80's soundtrack?" you asked, quickfire.

He frowned while pondering. "Good question... anything John Hughes," he said obviously.

"Flashdance."

"Lost Boys."

"'Purple rain, purple rain'," you sang as Rooster chuckled. You had already missed a good chunk of the movie although you continued to lower yourself until your cheek was resting against his powerful quad and eyes trying in vain to stay open as the movie played on, both of you really not giving it too much of your attention, his large palm sliding under your tee and tracing the back of your ribs, along the bone and the seams of your bra.

Bradley was a human furnace, he was divine to creep up next to, so you did just that only encouraging him. It didn’t surprise him that you’d dozed off.

Fuck. And the remote was just out of his reach to turn off the movie. He lived for times like this. He’d be able to watch the game.  Any goddamn game would have been just perfect. He didn’t care if his teams weren’t playing. Baseball, football, basketball. Oh, were the Lakers playing tonight?

Slumbering partner, booze and the inability to reach the remote. He struggled to reach but it was just out of his grasp. “Shit,” he muttered as you wrapped your soft palm around his knee and he sighed, taking you in. A rare beauty, he knew, momentarily caught up that you were his. He must have done something right in a previous life to have you walk into this life. His fingertip tenderly traced your eyebrow and the slope of your nose as you mumbled in your sleep and he hesitated, pulling his hand back.

You adjusted your posture to rest your cheek on his thigh, your face towards his tummy and he chuckled quietly. “You’re not that asleep…”

“Little bit asleep,” you mumbled, wrapping your arms around his waist, cool fingers drifting against the golden soft skin of his lower back.

“Bed?” he murmured, his thumb drifting across your soft lips as you shook your head, eyes still closed. A moment later, you yawned, but clearly weren’t interested in being roused so he kept playing with your features, his hands sinking into your hair and he bit back a grin as you almost mewled like a kitten. He didn’t say anything but was surprised at how much of a sucker for his touch you were. You only encouraged him, by cuddling in further and he reached down to press a kiss into your forehead, against the scar on your eyebrow. You hated it, but he loved it. The mar of perfection against your sweet features would always be his favourite. It matched his.

He felt your breathing change against him and knew you’d fallen asleep again, deeper and he knew you were out. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to your temple, the smell of your 45-step hair care routine wafting into his nostrils and feeling a little dizzy himself, warmed. Luckiest bastard he knew as he spied the small remote you never used and his eyes widened, excitedly. Within reach, he swiped it and turned down the volume of the film.

Within a few moments and the apps changed, the Lakers were on his screen. He pushed the remote into the side of the couch so he wouldn’t lose it, took his wine in his free hand and made himself comfy. May as well make the most of his Friday night…

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[sideeve]

synopsis ; after being pestered for weeks about going to ted’s party, you finally stepped out of your comfort zone. notes ; evil!ted , i only used pictures of keanu ooc bc i couldn’t find a good one , s*x , i tried making this have an 80’s feeling , that’s about it 🫠 , reader’s race . ethnicity . hair type or color is not specified

“you’re such a buzzkill. you’re wearing jean shorts and a spaghetti top to ted’s party.” sophie scoffs, applying her red bright lipstick that you advised her not to wear while holding her handheld mirror.

“you know i don’t like going out to parties. they always get ruined by the police.” you shrug.

your friends were not helping your anxiety in any way. they were picking fun at how you dressed, put on your makeup, the way you did your hair. it wasn’t your fault that you weren’t a quick-curl barbie.

“can we just get this over with? i wanna go home.” you stand up, crossing your arms. “yeah, daniel should be here in a minute.”

ah yes. daniel. the boy you’ve tried telling sophie that he wasn’t the one. he’s hit on you many times. sometimes even in front of her. groped you. the whole 9 yards. but she was to in love to see how much of a bad man he is.

you roll your eyes, waiting for this whole night to be over.

“there’s ted!” sophie squeals, pointing at the party host. he was talking to some jocks that go to your school. all with bad rep.

the house was full and trashed. you could barely make it to the couch without being pushed or sandwiched in between someone.

“someone having a bad time?” ted leans over the couch, whisper ling in your ear.

this wasn’t your first encounter with him. once, you and him and a project together. but of course, you did all the work and only got half credit.

you were real picky about your grades and now that ted logan came in and screwed it all up, you tried avoiding him.

“you just love bothering me, huh?” you cross your arms and your leg. “you didn’t get enough when you screwed up my grade?” he scoffs, “it was a C. get over it.” he jumps over the couch, sitting next to you.

“what are you doing here anyways? you don’t like going out from what i heard.” he rests his arm behind you, watching the party go on. “my friends basically forced me to get out.” you sigh.

“good,” he snickers. “your face was always stuffed in a book.” “oh shut up. you’re mad because you have a 4th grade reading level.” you tease.

the both of you turned your head to each other at the same time, laughing.

you don’t remember what happened in the in between. but now ted was naked and shedding off your clothes. “i knew you were hot under those clothes.” he chuckles, taking a nipple into his mouth and swiping the pad of his thumb on the other, making you shiver.

“fuck, ted.” your back arches. his teeth slightly nibble at your bud, “ted.” you smack his head, making him laugh. “i was having fun.” “not while chewing on my tit.”

he softly laughs, crawling on top of you. “we should’ve done this sooner.” he kisses your collarbone while sliding in you. “you better pull out, ted.” you wince, adjusting to size.

he hissed at how tightly you clenched around him. “fuck, baby. you might cut my dick off.” he laughs as his hips start thrusting in you. one hand was placed on your waist and the other was holding your hand beside your head.

for some reason, the thrusts felt…passionate. like he’s been needing this from you. “yes, yes.” you chant, coaxing him to go faster. “fuck yes.” your eyes were screwed shut.

he rested his head in the crook of your neck, suppressing his moans and grunts as the tip of his cock kissed your walls. “you feel like heaven.” he kisses behind your ear

your toes were curled. legs were shaking. you could barely talk. all signs of how close your orgasm was. “that’s right , baby. come.” he gave one more sharp thrust before the knot in your stomach broke.

he grunts before pulling out and flipping you on your stomach in one quick motion. “te-” his cock was pushed into you again but he was pounding into you.

his grip on your hips were sure to leave bruises tomorrow. the wind was knocked out of you. only pants and grunts slipped from ted’s mouth. “fuck yes.” he bit his lip. “fuck, baby.” his hip snapped before he pulled out, spilling his seed on your back.

“je-jesus.” he pants out, flopping beside you. “your nut is on my back.” you point out. “so?” he shrugs, not understanding why you seem upset. “how am i gonna get it off?!”

he chuckles at how concerned you are then kisses your cheek. “i’ll clean it up tomorrow.”

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[imajinxnation]

Heyyy I saw that you wanted fic ideas and I love your other keanu fics. I hope this is one you want to write for, but if not that's ok xoxo

Would you be able to write a fic about Neo losing his virginity again (kinda) to the reader in the real world and it's also really fluffy. Maybe they're alone on the Nebuchadnezzar (idk why lol).

Tysm in advance 💕

Second The Best

Neo (Thomas Anderson) x FEM!Reader

SUMMARY // Soft (and kind of uncomfortable) sex with Neo in the Nebuchadnezzar

TW // Fluff, Smut, Soft Sex, Losing Virginity(kinda), Raw Sex (if you don't want kids, don't do dat)..

ALL GIFS FROM PINTEREST

Neo is my soft bb boi and I love him

Lmk if I missed any warnings!!

"A-are you sure..?"

"I've never been more sure of anything in my entire life.."

You and Neo are in his room on the Nebuchadnezzar, cuddling on his small bed while waiting for the other crew members to come and get ready to leave. They wouldn't be there for awhile, having to help with things around Zion and clean up a giant mess that was made, which could take hours. That meant you and Neo got to enjoy some quiet time on the ship before the rest come and ruin your peace and quiet.

"I never actually got to experience sex in real life.. and I think it's only right that I lose my real virginity to you.." Neo says, his voice barely above a whisper.

You nod slowly, taking in his words. While you're in thought, Neo stares and admires your facial features as if you're the most beautiful goddess he's ever seen. He can't help himself and leans over you to kiss you while you're in deep thought. Your eyes widen once his soft lips land on yours gently, but quickly your eyelids flutter shut at the beautiful sensation of his soft and loving kiss.

Your hand slides up the side of his neck and to the back of his head, your hands brushing over the port in the back of his head, his hair slightly covering it. Your hand runs through his short hair, nails scraping against his scalp, sending shivers down his spine at the relaxing feeling.

Neo breaks the kiss slightly and looks in your eyes, his deep, chocolate brown eyes staring lovingly into yours.

"Please.. I want this.." He whispers, placing his forehead gently onto yours.

"Okay.." you whisper back, kissing him once more, this time a little more desperately.

"Mm.." Neo lets out a low moan as he kisses back, his hand snaking around your waist and pulling you closer to him, your legs tangling with his on the bed.

You pull back, breaking the kiss and begin to leave gentle kisses down his cheek to his jaw, then to his neck, stopping at the junction between his neck and shoulder. You nibble and suck lightly on that spot, making him moan softly. Your hands slide up his shirt, feeling his body, and brushing your thumb over one of his nipples, making him let out a breathy laugh at the ticklish sensation. You smile into his neck, loving the way he laughs.

You tug at his shirt, wanting to take it off. He gets the hint and sits up, pulling his shirt up over his head and tossing it onto the grated floor.

"All those martial arts programs did wonders.." you mention, grazing your fingers down his the middle of his chest and stomach. He shivers, his need growing as you touch him gently.

"Ugh.. I need you, please.." he groans in a low tone as your hand stops at the waistband of his pants.

You smile gently and pull back, crawling off the hard mattress and pull your plain shirt off, kicking off your boots and shoving your pants off, leaving you in your underwear. Neo lifts his hips and pulls down his pants aswell, tossing them to the floor, adding to the pile of your clothes on the metal floor.

"Fuck.. (Y/n), you're gorgeous.." Neo whispers, his eyes scanning your body, engraving every curve of your body into his memory.

He sits at the edge of his small, uncomfortable bed, his cock straining against his underwear as he watches you strip off your bra, your breasts falling out with a slight bounce. Neo swallows hard, his adams apple bobbing in his throat as he admires your soft breasts. The size.. shape.. beautiful.

You smile and blush, walking over slowly to sit in his lap, your clothed core rubbing up against his strained erection, making him groan. His large hands roam all over your body, starting from your calves, his hands gently caress up to your thighs, your hips, grazing over your ribcage and wrapping his hands around your breasts gently, squeezing the soft flesh. He leans his face closer and gently takes your left nipple between his lips, sucking softly, pulling it between his teeth slightly every now and then while pinching your right nipple lightly between his fingers.

"I need you so bad, (Y/n)," he says, pulling away from your nipple and laying his head in your soft chest.

"Have me.. you have me," you respond, running your hand through his hair softly.

That was all it took, Neo's fingers traveling down your body to pull your panties off, then his briefs right after, throwing them to the floor. You look into his eyes for the go-ahead, and he nods, hands placed on your hips, guiding you as you position yourself over him. You steady his cock in your hand and sink down onto him, his length filling you to the brim.

You gasp at the feeling of his cock stretching you out, and so does he. It takes a moment for both of you to adjust to the feeling of each other. Neo slowly pushes you down further on his cock, suggesting he wants you to move. You let out a shaky breath and comply, rolling your hips onto him, moaning softly. As you start to bounce on his cock faster, he wraps his arms around your middle, burying his face in your breasts as he moans your name..

"(Y/n)! Ah.. fuck, you're so tight, so warm.. so fucking perfect," he groans and moves you to lay down on the bed, his cock still inside you.

He begins to thrust slow and hard, savouring the feeling of your warm cunt squeezing around his cock. As he thrusts, he leans down to kiss you gently, wrapping his arm around the back of your neck before breaking the sweet, sensual kiss and laying his cheek on the side of your forehead, groaning into your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

His pace starts to quicken and his thrusts shallow, making you moan out in pleasure, knowing he was so close.

"Neo! Wanna cum.. wanna cum with you, ah!" You moan out, lifting his head with your hands to make him look into your eyes.

He grunts and nods, bringing a hand down to rub at your clit, making you gasp and moan louder, moving your hands to cling onto his shoulders, your nails digging into his freckled flesh as he continues thrusting into you, his fingers rubbing at you fervently.

The knot in your stomach becomes too much and Neo can sense your impending orgasm, so he thrusts harder, his own orgasm nearing, his fingers rubbing at your clit faster.

"Fuck, gonna cum!" You gasp out, eyes widening as the knot in your stomach snaps, sending waves of pleasure through your body, your nails digging into his shoulderblades, almost breaking the skin.

"Yes!" Neo grunts and gives a few more thrusts before coming undone. He stills, his cock throbbing and balls tensing, his cum spurting into your warm and welcoming pussy.

Neo collapses on top of you, panting, his cock softening inside of you. He slips out gently and lays between your legs, his head resting on your chest, satiated and out of breath.

"Well? How was your second time?" You grin down at him, petting his soft hair lovingly.

Neo grins back and rolls his eyes playfully, "Well.. you know the saying. Second's the best."

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[r1-jw-lover]

Caine as John Wick's Mirror: A Somewhat Coherent Analysis

What is even a 'mirror' exactly, narratively-speaking?

A mirror character is someone who reflects the hero, usually by highlighting similarities, and is therefore used to help enhance the themes being explored in the story. They can share personality traits, values, skillsets, even goals and narrative arcs, but how the pair of characters differ in their approach to these commonalities is what makes this literary device so interesting.

Caine as a character in the John Wick universe is so fascinating to me (not many people are able to go toe-to-toe against the Baba Yaga himself) and while a lot of my fascination and enjoyment can be attributed to Donnie Yen's performance and his chemistry with Keanu Reeves, what I want to talk about is the writing of his character, and how well Caine served as a mirror to John Wick, the protagonist.

I think to analyse Caine as a character, we need to first look back at another character who most closely served a similar function as Caine towards John Wick: Cassian.

Cassian and Caine are the only two people in the John Wick movies who fought John Wick squarely in a one-to-one match as equals, and got a gracious send off by John in return. Neither of them wanted to or asked to be made an enemy of John Wick (in fact, it was John's actions that caused both men to pit against the Baba Yaga), but each of them took up their role within the story with much dignity and fairness, and in the end were rewarded with John sparing their lives.

Cassian provides lovely contrast to John in Chapter 2. He is the first to show us a character on the same playing field as John Wick who could sit next to the legendary Baba Yaga and share a drink and enjoy a conversation before Caine or anyone else did.

Cassian and John respected each other, knew each other's preferred drink and promised to make the other's death quick, but it seems that's all there is to their relationship, and the moment they stepped out of the Rome Continental all bets are off.

Their motivations are widely different at this point in the story, and Cassian as a character feels more like an obstacle in John's way that John had to face eventually.

Speaking within the confines of the individual movies that they first appeared in, I will argue Cassian from Chapter 2 aligns more closely with the Tracker/Mr. Nobody from Chapter 4 when it comes to his place in the overall narrative, and it is Santino who's on the same level as Caine, because Santino had history with John, asked John about his wife, knew John personally and was the reason John broke Continental rules and would eventually go up against the High Table.

To add onto this, Cassian more importantly serves as a greater parallel to Ares being bodyguards of the D'Antonio siblings with the way John left his opponent's knife in Cassian's chest and kept him alive because John respected Cassian vs John pulling Ares' knife out of her chest and letting her die because John couldn't respect Ares.

At the end of the day, John and Cassian are both men who were ultimately bound by their loyalties to Santino and Gianna respectively, whether that be out of a Blood Marker or out of a sense of duty.

On the other hand, the relationship between John and Caine is the literal heart of Chapter 4.

Yes, Caine has parallels with other characters too. He and Koji were fathers trying to protect their daughter if it meant throwing away their shared brotherhood, he and Mr. Nobody were pawns under the Marquis' thumb tasked with hunting John Wick, but these parallels take a backstage to the parallels between John and Caine.

They are retired hitmen who were forced back into their old life and pitted against each other in a duel to the death through circumstances out of their control. Neither of them had any love for the High Table, and neither of them wanted to hurt or kill the other either. They have the physical evidence to show of their past/present servitude to the High Table (John's ring finger and Caine's eyes), and in contrary to the Marquis' own evaluation of their character, both men had someone to live for, die for, and kill for.

Where they differ is that, one is driven by a sense of loss to remember his dead wife, and the other is driven by a sense of protection to keep his daughter alive. (It's interesting to note that Helen's death had nothing to do with the High Table at all whereas Mia was only alive thanks to the High Table's grace.)

This dilemma of choosing between their loved one and their past friendship is key to Chapter 4's theme of what it truly costs to obtain freedom. It reminds us that John isn't a perfect martyr for rebelling against the High Table with how much trouble and pain he caused to those around him, including Caine. But it also doesn't absolve Caine from the bloodshed he's responsible for despite his hands being tied by the Marquis, or the fact that killing his friend is wrong.

Caine: We are damned, you and I. John: On that, we agree.

I think that Chapter 4 introducing Caine early on in the movie, definitely much earlier than Cassian in Chapter 2, tells us how important Caine's role is to John's goal of achieving freedom and peace. (The most notable example is Caine helping John up the stairs of Sacre-Coeur after he got kicked down these very same steps by Chidi.) In the same vein, Caine wouldn't have gotten his happy ending if John hadn't made the ultimate sacrifice of saving his last bullet to shoot the Marquis.

Not only that, Chapter 4 also shows us several instances of genuine camaraderie and companionship between John and Caine underneath their antagonism, not just how well they worked together and understood each other when they had a common enemy in sight (first in the Berlin nightclub with Killa, and eventually during the sunrise duel with Marquis de Gramont) but also how much they cared for each other deep down.

John and Cassian are colleagues, but John and Caine are close friends. And I think that's why Caine makes for such a good mirror to John Wick, and is the one most deserving to send off John Wick for good in the final chapter of the franchise, that is until John Wick 5 comes along. :(

Tagging @evren-sadwrn, @chaoticgardenbread and @jotunvali02 <3 <3

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[sgt-morgan]

Pause/ Play ⏯

Moonknight Masterlist

Description: Steven is the sweetest man alive, and he always endeavors to make you feel special, but sometimes he can’t take a hint.

Warnings: None! Fluff central over here.

A/N:Wanted some fluff, made some fluff. There you have it.

🌘🌔🌒

Steven is of the talkative sort. He’s a nervous rambler. It’s as if silence makes his skin crawl, which makes sense to you, the void in your head is scary, and you’re not a vigilante. So, the filler talk doesn’t bother you. In fact, you find Steven’s version of filler noise to be really endearing.

His filler is always full of interesting factoids, and a passion for knowledge that you didn’t fully understand. He knew a little bit about everything, Archeology and Ancient Egypt being his prime focus, but it was as if he soaked up every piece of information he thought might be interesting to you.

“Did you know love, that The Beatles got the idea for their name from Buddy Holly and the crickets? Yeah, John Lennon loved the insect thing and puns so Beetles became Beat-les and the rest is history!”

“Did you know that Keanu Reeves does most of his own fight Choreo in John Wick? I wouldn’t wanna fight him in the open, yeesh!”

“Darling? Did you know, that light roast coffee has more caffeine that dark roast? It’s cause when they roast the beans, the longer they roast the beans, the more caffeine they roast out! I bought us a light roast this week to try!”

It always flowed out of him like a fountain, a wealth of knowledge. You loved learning all those little things, you loved that he was reading up on your interests in order to make conversation. It was precious. Every little thing he said made you wanna kiss him. The problem was, you didn’t like to interrupt. You didn’t want Steven to think his knowledge wasn’t valuable to you, so you usually just waited for gaps in conversation.

Today, Steven had out done himself on his little factoid mission. He had taken you, on a wine tasting. You were very excited, any amount of time spent with Steven was worth having, especially when there was good food and good booze to be had. In true Steven fashion, he was a wealth of knowledge. It’s like he had become a Sommelier over night. Each glass and snack pairing they handed you, he would listen patiently as the wine taster talked about tannins and whatever, then he would look at you with his breathtaking smile, hand you a glass, and would whisper a little fact to you while you drank and commented on the wine.

“Darling,” he said as the server handed him your first glass of the evening “did you know, that the tradition of drinking to one’s health started in Ancient Greece?” He smiled, thumbing a bit of your smudged lipstick from your mouth as he handed you the snack that went with the glass you were splitting. “Typically, a host would stand and take a drink before the rest of the guests, in order to prove that the wine was not poisoned.” He laughed, tilted the glass towards you in a salute, and pointedly took the first sip, “so, to your health darling, if it’s poisoned, avenge me!” He whispered conspiratorially as you giggled into your first sip, savoring the wine and the company. You had hoped he would give you a kiss to seal in all the good health luck, but no luck, he was currently telling you about the Roman tradition of ‘toasting’ and you were helpless to his charm.

“Ooh! See that one over there?” Steven chuckled pointing to the bottle you were about to drink, it had a little fox on it, “That one is special, that one is actually called a critter wine!” He chuckled as the server handed him a glass of said wine, “For some reason, when there is a little animal on the bottle, they get a special name, adorable innit?” You looked at him as if he had hung the moon, and muttered ‘you’re adorable.’hoping he would get the hint and kiss you already. Instead, he chuckled at your enthusiasm and kept telling you about the critter wine. He was not catching the hint.

“Oh, love? Have I ever told you the myth of Dionysus and Ariadne?” Steven said as you both sat at your table in the corner, sipping on a glass of your favorite wine in the tasting. At this point, you had learned about the oldest wine on record (some bottle from 200 AD or so in Germany), The oldest wine cellar on record (surprisingly? The Titanic, most bottles were still intact!), and the fear of wine (oenophobia). What you hadn’t learned, was what Steven’s wine soaked lips tasted like at this very second, and by the Gods you were going to find out.

“Pause!” Steven had just started his story when you held up your hand and ground him to a halt, “My love, I love your stories and I have had the time of my life listening to you talk this evening, but I am going to literally pass away if I don’t kiss you right now!” You explained giggling, slightly tipsy. You watched as a mirthful confusion took over his features, before you grabbed the sides of his face and smashed his lips to your own with vigor. At first he was startled, flailing his arms momentarily before settling them on your waist. After releasing him with a loud ‘mwah!’ Steven finally clued into what Marc and Jake had been trying to tell him all evening from the reflections of your wine glasses.

“Oye Papi! They think your brain es muy guapo, hombrecito!” Jake chuckled in the back of his mind.

“Yeah Steven! They’ve been eyeing your mouth all night, and if you quizzed them on your every fact, I think they would ace it!” Marc chimed in with a teasing laugh.

Steven stuttered for a second, looking at you with wide love struck eyes, as he fumbled to find the words for the way his heart swelled. He landed on a bemused, exasperated, huff of laughter as you sat there giggling at him. “Sorry darling! I didn’t want to be rude!” You apologized through love drunk giggles. With the look on his face, you couldn’t resist and kissed him again. “Play!” You said miming a clicker on a remote and leaning forward on your palms. “You can finish!” You nodded encouragingly.

Steven felt his heart swell six sizes as he fought to contain his laughter. You were truly still invested in his stupid stories, they meant the world to him, and all this time he hoped they meant the world to you, and in this moment he knew they did. For all the world, he counted himself the luckiest man in the universe to be witnessing the glimmer of love and fascination that shone in your eyes. “Something about pirates, Theseus, and Dolphins, the end c’mere!” He laughed raucously and pulled you squealing into his embrace, smothering you in affection.

Somewhere far away from this happy scene, Konshu sat in his corner of the sky, where he liked to do his watching. He normally sat guarding over the travelers of the night, but tonight he was watching something different. Tonight, he watched the worm. Steven Grant, was sat in a restaurant with his lover, and they were in their own little bubble. Konshu witnessed as their love infected the moods of the others around them, witnessed as the elderly couple at the table next to them smiled and held hands a little tighter, reminiscing about their young love. He watched as the Sommelier smiled and rolled an old, faded, silver ring around his left ring finger, reminiscing about his deceased partner. He saw as a woman on a failure of a date, with a man who shamelessly flirted with their waitress, rekindled the hope that there may actually be love out there for her. Through this one act of love, Konshu watched, and he was slowly reminded why he cared so much about these humans anyway. He cared, because the smallest acts of kindness, vigorously renewed their most valuable trait of all, hope. Konshu watched, and in his watching decided maybe, just maybe, the worm wasn’t half bad.

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[wednesdaymunson]

Mine (Interlude)

Baby Daddy!Eddie x Fem!reader

Summary: It's the day after reader slept with Eddie and told him that she still loved him. Eddie finds out she's seeing Keanu. Eddie and reader decide to stop hooking up. Reader is in NYC to spend a couple of days with Keanu.

A/N: This was meant to be part 3, but the material written after was a little over the place, at this point it's still in outline mode while I work on a Kas request. So this is an interlude and I hope you enjoy 😊-reblogs and likes are most welcomed and I love getting feedback 🖤

Warnings: slight angst,smut,a dab of toxic Baby Daddy Eddie, fluff, special guest Steve, thigh riding, oral(m receiving). Drinking. Possessiveness. I think that's about it.

Word count: 2,453 give or take

Head Over Heels pt 2

''Fuck you!'' Was the last thing you said to Eddie when you called to tell him you were leaving for New York. It turned into a heated argument, him demanding you not to leave. You didn't like being that way with him, but where does he get off telling you, you couldn't leave?

You arrived at a loft that Keanu rented while he was in town. You were greeted by Harvey, the doorman.

"You must be Ms. Y/L/N. Welcome! I'm Harvey, nice to meet you. Mr. Reeves let me know you were arriving this afternoon. Unfortunately,  he hasn't made it back yet so I will be escorting you to his apartment." He smiled.

"Nice to meet you too,  Harvey. Thank you."

"Here we are, apartment 1408. If you need anything and I mean anything at all, here is my number. Don't hesitate. There's a few of us on rotation, Donavan will be your doorman tonight until the early morning. Here is your key Ms. Y/L/N and enjoy the rest of your stay."

You unlock the door and walk into the loft. It's adorned with paintings, sculptures, and other pieces of art. He had some guitars in the corner of the living room and a few plants throughout. You got to the small kitchen table and there sat your favorite flowers along with a card and box of sweets. You picked up the card to read. 

'Y/N, I'm glad to have you here with me. Please make yourself at home.- Always, Keanu.'

You decide to check out the rest of the place. The bathroom had a walk-in shower, a spacious vanity, mood lighting, and a big deep tub. It reminded you of a spa. All you needed was a glass of wine and a good book. The bedroom was cozy. It was dimly lit, dark, and heavy curtains to block out the sunlight when needed. 

The star of the room was the king-size bed. You flopped yourself on it and buried your face into the covers. You could smell him, and that brought a smile to your face and comfort. You feel a hand caress your ass. You quickly turn around to see Keanu.

"Hey, Beautiful." He smiled

"Hey, Handsome." You smiled back. 

He joins you in bed and cups your cheek, stroking it gently with his thumb. He leans in and your lips press against each other, tongues swirling around each other, as he presses his body into yours. 

"Maybe we should do takeout tonight."  You grinned. 

"I would love that, but we've had plenty of nights in. You deserved to be taken out on the town." He cooed.

Keanu took you out shopping that afternoon. He was attentive to everything you touched and picked up in the stores. He would suggest items every so often, but his goal was to make you happy and as long as you were happy, he was happy. You were only there for a couple of days, but at the end of the shopping spree, you had enough to fill a closet and a dresser. You felt a bit embarrassed because you hardly ever buy this much in 3 months, let alone one trip. 

"Keanu! Why did you let me get all this?! I'm only here for a couple of days. We should take some of this back."

"Babe, did you want the clothes, shoes, and etc.?" He asked. 

"Yes."

"Then there it is. Whatever you want, your heart's desires, is yours. If you want, you can keep what you want here for when you come back." He beamed. 

The night came quickly. You were in the living room waiting for Keanu to finish getting ready. You made a phone call to check on Evelyn and tell her goodnight. You took a moment to admire your dress in the mirror. It was a dark red mini dress with a black floral mesh overlay. Keanu comes up behind you and wraps his arms around you. 

"Absolutely stunning." He whispered. 

"You too." You smiled

"Good evening, Mr. Reeves. I see you're accompanied by a beautiful and I'm sure sweet lady. How did you trick her to come visit you?" Donavan joked.

"He told me he was going to put me in movies, but all the scenes take place in the bedroom. Obviously, our idea of movies differs." You quipped. 

"See Donavan, she's not all that sweet." Keanu chuckled. 

The driver pulls up in a black SUV. Keanu opens the door for you and helps you in. 

"You kids have fun!" Donavan shouts from his post. 

Dinner was great. Keanu took you to his favorite sushi restaurant. The both of you laughed and had great conversations. Luckily, you were sitting in a private area, so you could be as loud as you wanted to. As you finish your drink, you catch him staring at you. 

"What? Is there something on my face? Dress?"

Keanu laughed. "No, I can't believe I'm having dinner with the most beautiful girl in the world."

"Oh shut the fuck up!" You laughed. 

"It's okay if you don't believe me. The day I saw you, time slowed, everything was tunnel vision, and I thought to myself, 'She's so god damn beautiful..'. Then all these rose petals fell from the sky, and Prince was playing in the background." He chuckled. 

"Then I saw you again at some club and all I saw was you, I couldn't even hear the music. I knew then the universe had us cross paths again for a reason." 

Dinner was over, but the night was still young. Keanu suggested you both attend an art gallery. There, he introduced you to a few people. He mentioned your photography, paintings, and other works to the gallerist — they offered to set up a meeting in a few months to go over your work for a possibility of putting some of your items in the gallery. It was the fifth time the server came around with a tray of cocktails. You had been building up liquid courage to speak to these important people. The alcohol finally caught up to you, and you felt like you were floating in a world all your own. 

"You ready to go home, Sweetheart?" 

"Hmm? What was that?"

"Home. Are you ready to go home? It's getting late, babe."

"Oh, yesss. I'm ready to get outta these clothes." You giggled.

"You're drunk, aren't you?"

"No!... just a bit buzzed." You giggled.

"Okay, okay. Let's get you home, Princess."

Hearing him call you that name made your stomach do flips. It also reminded you of Eddie. Your mind started to wander off, wanting to know what he was doing, if he was taking this chance to find someone else and move on, or was he finally sticking to his words. 

"Here, take my blazer. You're shivering."

Keanu drapes his blazer over your shoulders while you wait for the driver.  He lights a cigarette and makes sure the smoke isn't blowing your way. He gets a couple of drags before the SUV pulls up. He puts it out, helps you in, and slides in behind you. Keanu takes his forefinger and thumb to grab your chin, and he crashes his lips into yours, tongues rolling over each other. You press your body into his, making your way to straddle his thigh, your dress rucked up, exposing your bare ass and soaked pussy. Luckily the privacy partition was up. 

"No panties and already dripping for me? Such a dirty girl. My dirty girl." He growled into your ear. 

He peppered your neck with kisses mixed with light nips. He kisses down your chest, then to the top of your left breast, and he sinks his teeth into your soft flesh. You let out a low moan and buck your hips, feeling the friction on your clit grinding against his thigh.

"Does that feel good, Princess?"

"Mm yes." You moaned.

"Do you want to cum for me? Be my good girl and cum, yeah?"

"Yes, I wanna cuwanna you." You whined. 

Keanu's hands run up and down your thighs while you grind your needy cunt on this thigh. You let out breathy moans, chasing your orgasm. He kept his eyes on you the whole time, taking you all in. You could feel the warmth filling your stomach. 

"We're almost home, Princess. I need you to cum now."

You bear down and start to move your hips at a faster pace. Your breathing became rapid as you reached climax, your nails dug into the back of the seat, skin prickling as you collapsed from pleasure. You rest your forehead on his, trying to catch your breath. The driver taps on the partition. 

"That's my girl." He whispered. 

The door opens as soon as both of you are decent. Your dress back at its normal length, and Keanu had positioned his blazer to cover his bulge and the arousal you left on his pants. 

"Mr. Reeves, Ms. Y/L/N, I hope you both had a wonderful night." Donavan greeted. 

"It was great, Donavan. I'm glad Y/N decided to come." Keanu winked. 

The both of you giggled as you got out of the vehicle. As soon as he locks the door to the loft, you push him back against the door, your lips trailing kisses down his neck while your hand palms his hardon through his pants. Keanu groans, his hands moving up your dress. You slap his hands away. 

"No, let me be your good girl. Let me make you feel good. I've been wanting to do this all day." You smirk. 

You drop to your knees and undo Keanu's belt and pants, you release his hard, long cock, and pull back his foreskin to fully expose the head. Your mouth is already watering at the sight, you give him a couple of kitten licks, swirl your tongue around the head, and take him into your mouth. Keanu lets out a soft moan, his hand barely touching the nape of your neck. 

You pump his cock while your cheeks hollow, bobbing up and down. Drool trickles down his dick to his heavy balls. 

"F-fuck, Y/N! Your mouth feels so damn good! Please look at me with those beautiful eyes." Keanu begged.

You look up at him as you slow down your pace, your tongue running over every inch of him. You release him from your mouth and move down to tongue and suck on his swollen balls while you continue to pump him. He groans and bucks his hips. 

"Are you ready to cum for me, baby?" You cooed. 

"Fuck yes! Let me fill your mouth up, sweetheart." He moaned. 

You give a firm lick of the underside to the tip of his dick and shove his cock to the back of your throat. You hold yourself there for a few seconds and pull back with his cock covered in spit, trailing from your lips. You take him into your mouth again, quickening your pace. You place your thumb on his sweet spot while sucking on the head of his cock, trying not to break the seal. Your free hand was gripping his thigh and you could feel him tense up, he was so close. You applied a little more pressure rubbing on the sweet spot. He inhaled sharply as he grabbed the back of your head. He stilled himself before he grunted while filling your mouth with hot ropes of cum, spurting into the back of your throat. You held still until you knew he was done and you swallowed around him. Keanu helped you up and kissed you deeply. 

"Babe, you're fucking perfect." He breathed.

The next morning he took you to breakfast. The restaurant was busy, but he was able to snag a booth tucked away in a back corner. Breakfast was full of smiles, giggles, and light touches. Keanu excused himself to the restroom. As you moved your food around your plate, a strange gentleman took Keanu's place. Once you processed the face, you realized who sat across from you. 

"Y/N, sweetheart. Why didn't you call me to let me know you were in town? I find it kinda rude seeing that I'm Evelyn's godfather, that you didn't hit me up." Steve said with a smug look. 

"Hello, Steven. This was an impromptu visit, so I didn't think this was something to alert the presses about. I'm sure you're super busy with your coke whores and other illegal extracurricular activities." You smiled. 

"Don't be like that, honey. You know I'm never too busy for my best friend and his lady."

"When did you and Keanu become friends?" You snarked. 

Steve gave you a deadpan stare. 

"You know who I meant."

"So I'm guessing Eddie told you I was here and to spy on me. Hmm?"

"Not spying, just making sure you were okay, no funny business going on. He loves you, Y/N. Give him a chance."

"I know, Steve. I love him too and always will, but I have strong feelings for Keanu. I think it's too little too late for Eddie and I."

Steve breaks eye contact with you to look up. 

"Y/N, is everything okay?" Keanu asked. 

"Yes,  everything is fine. This is Steve, Evelyn's Godfather. He's from Hawkins as well, grew up with Eddie." 

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Reeves, big fan." Steve gets up and extends his hand. 

Keanu shakes Steve's hand. "Nice to meet you as well. If you don't mind, my lady and I would like to finish our breakfast."

"Of course! Y/N, next time let me know when you're in town, I'll set something up. Now, if you excuse me, I have some things I have to tend to."

You gave Steve a small wave. 

"Are you sure you're okay? You know I can read your face."

"Yeah, it's just Eddie being Eddie." You sighed. 

The rest of the day was spent taking in the sights and enjoying good street food. Keanu joined you on the way to the airport and escorted you to your terminal. While you both stood at the window watching the planes, he held your hand. You laid your head on his shoulder. 

"Y/N, I want to make this official. I really like you, like a lot. I want to take this chance and see where it takes us." 

"I would really like that. Are you sure you're ready for the craziness that is my life? " You laughed. 

"I'm more than capable of handling that, and you're worth it." He smiled

It was time to board your plane. You said your goodbyes. It would be a few more months before he came back to L.A..

A/n: I wanted to include "Fade Into Me" by Mazzy Star, but tumblr was being weird with it and not letting me update.

Divider by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more

Taglist: @winchestergirl87-blog @bimbobaggins69 @micheledawn1975 @sidthedollface2 @aysheashea @browneyedgirl0222-blog @mandyjo8719 @sweet-villain

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[justahopelessaromantic]

Upgraded Voices In My Head (Ch. 5: Michael makes an entrance)

Fandom: Be More Chill: The Musical Ships: Boyf riends and Squipemy Links to Chapters 1, 2, 3, and 4 Summary: Jeremy, for the most part, was okay with the effects of accidentally drinking Mountain Dew. Having an upgraded Squip that's no longer a complete douche-bag (okay, he was still a little shitty, but nothing too unbearable)? Cool. Squip playing matchmaker for him and his multiple crushes? Awesome. Falling in love with said Squip? Not exactly ideal.

Dropping down to the final step, Jeremy swiveled around to awkwardly lean against the soda-stained arm of a battered sofa (the Squip would have to convince him to dispose of that later), all while never taking his eyes off the rather uncomfortable advanced AI. He stared the boy down for a few moments in a (successful, if his host’s increased fidgeting was any indication) attempt at intimidation before shuddering, a wave of cold electricity running up his spine, and snapped back in hopes of distracting from his darkening cheeks, air sudden too hot and room too cramped (especially with the gremlin huddled in one of the couch’s corner and gripping the controller so hard his nails were digging into its plastic sides, music blaring from his oversized headphones so loud it was audible even from where they stood as glossed over eyes fixated themselves on crude low poly pixel art). 

“What?” He sneered, practically baring his fangs and catching the human off guard before he mentally scrambled for a reply that didn’t reveal how shamelessly he’d been checking the computer out.

“I, uh, I was just wondering why, um, why you’re human form still looks kinda like Keanu Re-oof!” Before Jeremy could finish, his guest ripped off his headphones, threw them on the woolen carpet, and tackled him in a warm hug, flinging them both into the sofa cushion and wiping the hostile interaction clean from the host’s mind. The Squip, eyeing the home intruder visitor cautiously, silently slipped behind the stairs as Jeremy reciprocated the hug, burying his face in his friend’s soft shoulder for a soft moment before beaming a warm smile at him. “Michael! Holy shit, it’s so good to see you, man. How come you’re home early?”

“Our flight back got cancelled so we took an early one home. The trip was still hella gnarly though. God, you woulda loved it, man! We’re taking you with us next time, I promi...whoooooa, wait...” Eerie silence pierced through enthusiasm to reveal concern as he finally took in Jeremy’s new apprentice in full. The gamer gently cupped his reddening face with one hand, gingerly thumbing over the fresh scar, along with a few stray acne bumps, on his cheek and brushing the soft curls dangling in front of his bandages out of the way. “Dude, what...happened?” Startled by the sudden intimacy, he bashfully turned to the side to avoid his friend’s intense stare and explained what led to the mess that was last night, taking particular care to leave out the face planting like a moron bit and being practically coddled by his dotting Squip before standing back up and bracing himself for Michael’s reaction.

“...Well,...yeah, but...you’re good now, right?” He pried, poking and prodding a now heavily flustered Jeremy’s face in search of any \ injuries he might’ve missed. “‘Cause I don’t think I could ever forgive myself if something serious happened just ‘cause I wasn’t here to, like, nag you about taking care of yourself n’ shit.”

Jeremy's eyes widened before they shifted to the floor, his hands beginning to fidget again (Squip would have to deal with that later). “Aw, c’mon, Micky, y-you know you don’t have to worry about me.” The jet lag from his wonky trip hours ensured that Michael did not have the time, nor the energy, to explain why that sentence took the prize for Biggest Understatement of the Decade. ”I’m totally fine! I mean, my head is givin’ me hell and I’m fucking starving, but, like, besides that Squip says I’ll be fine, so, uh, yeah.” He spat out, earning an overly drawn-out sigh of relief from his player 1 who slumped back into his seat.

“Oh, thank god!” Shoulders dropping, Michael leaned back against his friend and let out a sigh. “Man, you are so fucking lucky you’re not hurt for real, Jer. You pull a stunt like that again and I won’t hesitate, bi-wait did you say squip?” The other nodded casually before Michael shot him a curious look.

“Oh, right! Okay,..” He shot up out of his seat and swiftly grabbed Michael’s sleeve, ripping him up from the couch to reveal a stone-faced, cleanly dressed man that the player 1 could only describe as a stylish and almost threatening version of “chill” personified practically staring into his soul, while Jeremy hooked himself onto the man’s arm, vibrating with an almost childlike excitement. It vaguely reminded him of the joy that the player 2 radiated after finally asking Christine out or finding out about how to silence Squip's excessive internal nagging with a Mountain Dew red binge (the irony between that last example and the situation at hand did not escape Michael) “So! This is my-”

“Squip.” He interjected, extending an arm in search of a handshake while silently bracing himself to touch a most likely greasy and calloused hand. “Shorthand for super quantum unit Intel processor. You must be Michael. Truly a...” Closing his eyes and grimacing, he forced out his best, almost like the words stung. “...pleasure...to meet you, sir. Jeremy has told me many oh, for god sakes, why do you humans insist on throwing things at me today!?” The hologram groaned, bending over to pick up the thrown Xbox controller that had phased through him and place it back on top of its console while Jeremy ran to Michael’s side.

Failing to apprehend his friend due to his less-than-stellar strength (see: noodle arms), he opted for a more reason-based persuasion, muting the voice inside his head nagging on about how the emotion-driven best friend would probably just dismiss anything he said when dealing with something this serious.

“Dude, what the hell is your problem!?”

Micheal gave his friend a baffled look before pointing at the hologram. “That! That thing is the source of like...85% of all my problems.”

“I assume the other 15% stem from your raging idiocy, correct?”

Before Michael could bite back with a “Fuck off, you satanic tic tac!” or something equally unclever, Jeremy glared at his Squip before overprotective wrapping his arms around Michael, whose eyes widened at the sudden contact, and pulling him close, taking a half step back from the program. “Hey, cool it, dude! That’s, like, my favorite person you’re talking about.”

The Squip cringed at the young adult’s poor taste. “That’s your favorite person?” Clearly, he didn’t have much competition for the title.

...not that he wanted it, of course.

“Oh, yeah, uh, sorry about that. I swear, he’s usually not...” Jeremy studied the almost bloodthirsty look in the eyes of his kicking and screaming friend as he clawed frantically at the offending Intel processor. “...like this.” 

“I should hope not. Spending too much time around someone so...” The computer program circled around the calmer yet still scouring teen, combing over every inch of him with his electronic scanners. “...juvenile would hinder my objective.” 

“Suck a dick, asshole!”

The Squip only blinked. “I hope you know you’re only proving my point.”

“I hope you know you’re a defective piece of shit.”

A harsh, palpable silence fell over the room as Michael slumped into his player two’s arms in gradual exhaustion, and said player loosened his grip subtly and unwittingly leaned toward his Squip, his wide eyes frantically picking apart each pixel. Simulated breath hitching, the Squip froze for so long, Jeremy had time to toy with the idea that he might be glitching. The last time Jeremy saw him project glossy, shifting eyes, shaky hands, and a loss for words (God knows that thing never shut up) was during the glimpse he caught moments before passing out from the shock of The Play™. Back then it’d only been there as a last-ditch attempt to draw sympathy out of Jer in vain hopes of reactivation, but there was no reason for it now, considering the lack of real, high-stakes threat (Unless you counted Michael and, quite frankly, he knew the Squip was smart enough not to). The first time was a dull shock to Jeremy’s system.

The second only stirred up a vague sense of concern he was sure the Intel processor saw.

The Squip, of course, couldn’t have that.

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[pretendfan]

•DATE NIGHT•

(A/N This has lived in my head rent free, until now, Adrian Chase makes me feral, the cure is this…plus gif makes me happy🖤bby boy)

(Pairing)

Adrian Chase x Female reader

(Summary)

Adrian wants to watch a film tonight, whilst reader is feeling kinda horny so who will succumb first?

(Words)

1829

(Warnings)

18+ ONLY handjob, thigh sitting, brief edging, dirty talk, praise kink, oral sex (female receiving), quick fuck, p & v (irl wrap it up come on) established relationship, horndogs in love , adrian is the boss, quick switch adrian

“Let’s watch the Matrix?” Adrian asks you one night with both of you snuggled on the couch together, head resting on his shoulder.

“I don’t want to watch a film-“

“What do you want to do then?” Adrian asks making you lift your head up to look at his handsome face.

The pair of you have been dating for over eight months now, spending most nights like this together only tonight you were feeling super horny.

“I can think of a couple of things that we could do.” You tell Adrian with a sexy smirk tracing your fingers up his right forearm, stroking the tight muscles.

“Oh really? Is someone feeling horny tonight.” Adrian asks with a sexy smirk when you nod back at him.

“Maybe.” You sigh moving your hand to the back of Adrian’s neck to move his face closer to yours but he stops you part way.

“Do you think that you could wait till the movie is finished?” Adrian ask in a deep voice then tells you “Be a good girl for me and you get a reward but if you’re naughty I will have to punish you.”

“That sounds fun.” You smile up at Adrian who winks back with a nod.

“Think you could last just over two hours?” Adrian asks you but before you can reply he starts the movie off.

“I’ll be a good girl.” You tell Adrian who looks down at you with a nod as he guides a hand under your chin, moving the pad of his thumb up to your lips to stroke your bottom lip.

Parting your lips slowly, Adrian glides his thumb into your mouth which you start to wrap your tongue around, but only for a few seconds until he moves it away.

“That’s enough.” Adrian informs you his green eyes focusing on the TV completely ignoring you as he watched the movie.

Still feeling turned on you definitely cannot focus on the film, despite it having Keanu Reeves in it, so you start to feel frustrated and uncomfortable.

“You need to be a good girl and sit still.” Adrian tells you firmly placing a large hand over your thigh closest to him which makes you bite your bottom lip.

You try to avoid sighing when you feel his thumb brushing against the inside of your leg, eyes still on the TV whilst he continued to grope your thigh.

Watching Adrian’s face you welcome the warm feeling of his hand on the top of your thigh, until when you go to spread your legs wider he removes his hand completely.

Cursing to yourself you sigh and Adrian smiles back, whilst you feel more turned on than ever this was both a bad idea and kind of fun too.

Time passes painfully slow so you decide, fuck it you were gonna be naughty and see what Adrian does to you instead.

Placing your hand on your thigh where Adrian’s had been you trace it up towards your Lycra shorts, watching Adrian who was still focused on the TV instead.

Seconds later you arrive at the waistband where you slowly sink your hand under arching your back can which alerts Adrian whose eyes widen when he spots what you are doing.

“Are you already touching yourself?” Adrian asks you briefly dropping his deep voice at the same time you let a finger trace over your wet slit.

Nodding silently Adrian pulls your hands from your shorts by the wrist, which makes you whine from the loss of contact, your pussy throbbing in annoyance.

Dropping your hand back onto your leg Adrian doesn’t say anything, he just goes back to the stupid film making you want to defy your boyfriend some more.

So you decide to lean into Adrian folding your legs under your ass, placing your hand on his thigh which he ignores so you clutch the thick muscle, to get his attention.

But Adrian continues to ignore you for what feels like ages, until you notice the bulge appearing in his blue boxes it was hard not to notice his erection.

“Can I suck your cock?” You ask Adrian who still doesn’t reply so you move your hand to the top of his boxers, fingers finding his long length tracing it through the soft fabric.

Feeling his cock bounce as you stroke it playfully, makes you pull at the waistband of his boxers freeing his dick, surprised that Adrian hasn’t said anything as you wrap your hand around his thick girth.

Hearing Adrian’s breathing increase you smile to yourself when you start to pump his cock, very slowly which makes him finally look away from the TV rewarding you with a pained look.

So you stop jerking him off to rub your thumb over the very tip which makes a weak groan fall from Adrian’s pretty mouth, as you still hold him firmly in your hand.

“You couldn’t wait.” Adrian groans again as your hand starts to pump him only this time, you go faster smiling when you hear him softly cursing.

“I said I was horny, I just want to see you cum.” You tell Adrian in a teasing voice which makes him moan, holding a hand up to touch you but he just lets it hover near your chest.

“You are in so much trouble-“ Adrian gasps when you increase your speed again twisting your hand as you pumped him noticing his mouth fall open.

“I want you to cum.” You tell Adrian who seconds later follows your command and shoots his thick seed over your hand and on his stomach.

“Fuck.” Adrian shudders then looking at you from under his lashes he watches as you lick your hands clean of his warm salty cum.

Grabbing for the remote control Adrian turns off the film and then gives you a serious look, which shouldn’t turn you on but it does, very much.

“Sit here.” Adrian commands grabbing both of your wrists to move you closer to him, then placing his large hands on either side of your hips, he then straddles you on top of one of his thighs.

Feeling your wet core pressed against this tensed thigh, makes you bite your bottom lip then you gasp indignantly when Adrian pulls you against his thigh.

The friction stings in a good way as he continues to slowly drag your pussy against his muscles, unable to sit still he bounces his leg causing you to moan already feeling breathless.

“Your cunt is so wet on my thigh, does that feel good?” Adrian asks as you silently nod and he continues to guide you towards an orgasm.

Only when you finally start to feel your muscles clenching and that sweet heat warm your pussy, Adrian suddenly stops which makes you groan loudly frustrated beyond belief.

“What’s wrong?” Adrian asks innocently but the look on his face doesn’t match his smug shit eating grin covering his face.

“I- I was about to orgasm-“

“Only good girls get to cum, you are being naughty also disobeying me, so I’m just gonna tease you until you are crying out.” Adrian states pushing you off his thigh making you blush when you noticed the wet mark you had left.

Adrian drops down onto his knees in front of you on the couch, pulling down your shorts as you lift up your legs, then he firmly spreads your thighs wide.

“So fucking wet, you are such a whore for my talented mouth.” Adrian declares using his finger to glide down either side of your pussy using barely any pressure.

You instinctively jerk your hips but Adrian holds one hand to your waist with the other spread under your ass, he then leans down to kiss your clit which makes you sigh loudly.

But when he starts to lick you he does it so gently that you grind your teeth in frustration as he continues to tease you, like he said he would.

Smothering every inch of your pussy with his whole mouth, Adrian sucks your folds whilst he licks at your core, the slow build of something delicious making you behave so he lets you have some release.

“Now who’s being a good girl.” Adrian groans deeply as he looks up at you adding “So good for me, I might just let you cum yet.”

Adrian moves his hand lower under your butt to rub his thumb against your cheeks, then he licks you from your clit all the way down to your asshole circling back which has you crying out.

Adrian must be getting into this because he soon starts to speed up his tongue, even sinking two fingers inside you as he sucked relentlessly on your swollen clit, begging for release.

“Should I make you cum?” Adrian asks you moving his mouth from yours which has you cursing loudly.

“P-please fuck! Please make me cum I beg you, make me fucking-“

You practically scream out Adrian’s name for all to hear when he places his mouth over your cunt, and several pumps of his fingers later followed by his very gifted tongue has you chasing your wish.

Thighs shaking your head rolls back as you grab hard onto Adrian’s hair, whilst he continues to devour you through your orgasm which has you feeling overwhelmed but you could just keep him there between you thighs forever.

Lifting his head you whine from the loss of contact as Adrian smiles up at you widely watching you come down from your high, his green eyes now black blown completely by lust.

“So good.” Adrian smirks kissing your leg then sitting up you notice the tent in his boxers.

“That was-“

“Can I fuck you? I probably won’t last long cos that was hot as fuck!” Adrian begs with his puppy dog eyes and you nod letting him pull you up then spin your round to enter you from behind.

Arched across the couch he fucks you with one goal in mind, his own end which he achieves with one final thrust leaning over your back as he coats your pussy walls with his cum.

“Oh fuck!” Adrian chants several times before he drops down onto the couch and pulls you on top of him.

“Next time can we actually watch a movie?” Adrian asks with a cheeky smile that makes you roll your eyes.

“Only if I get to choose-“

“What about Independence Day, the original movie?” Adrian asks you whilst gently moving stray hair from your face as you look up at him and smile.

“What part of it’s my-“

“Or we could go with a horror theme and kick back with some poltergeist?” Adrian questions with a boyish smile.

“Sure.”

“Or we could just blow off the film and fuck again instead?”Adrian laughs at you excitedly.

“Happy date night.” You tell him leaning up to kiss his mouth mid conversation because it was the only way to shut your boyfriend up.

@aprilfire18 @tiannamortis @likeficsinthewnd

#adrian chase x female reader #smut has ruined my brain #adrian chase fan fics #adrian chase is a babe #adrian chase #vigilante #freddie stroma #writing practice

[wonderfulworldofmichaelford]

Just saw Keanu Reeves’ Constantine. A little slow at parts and I’m pretty sure it has next to nothing to do with the comics (they don’t even pronounce his name the same), but it’s a pretty cool supernatural action movie in the vein of something like Van Helsing. Tilda Swinton was pretty hot as Gabriel, and Keanu Reeves flipped off the devil, so it gets a thumbs up from me.

[redrorums]

It’s gonna be a rough read…

Scene Start:

“Hit the Road Jack” plays. Either original Ray Charles version or 2WEI/Bri Bryant cover.

with extra static/dramatic fade in and out when necessary.

“Jack”-Keanu Reeves or Lee Byung-hun, though I originally imagined the live action version as ole man Jackie Chan. Anime version would look like Guts(Berserk) and Han Chun-Woo(The Breaker) mashed together. Big man. Very scary.

Alexei Everton-Anya Taylor-Joy or Erin Moriarty. Or a Jennifer Lawrence type. Anime version is similar to the main gal from The Ancient Magus’ Bride. Not in temperament, just appearance.

Naomi Safyan-Zendaya. Zendaya as a Satyr in anime form. Anime version would be Zazie(Battle Angel Alita:Last Order).

the closest aesthetically accurate visual reps.

There he stood, at the end of the cheery little winding pathway that he himself had lined with white and purple lilacs, on either side. Just like so many other times she had returned home to his wondrously warm embrace. A caring and kind smile on his usually frowning face, as he eagerly awaited tales of her “adventures”. Although she would have to be extremely hard pressed in order to admit it, she too was always brimming with joy at the thought of sarcastically regaling him with stories of her most recent trials and tribulations.

There he stood, smiling sadly at the end of the path, drenched in blood and viscera.

It took her brain a moment to fully comprehend what she was looking at. To really digest it. Then the foul stench of the dead reached her, causing her stomach to twist and knot up. Her heart was racing as she just stood there, mouth agape, staring into his suddenly cold, black eyes.

He took a step towards her.

She took a step back.

They didn’t break eye contact till then, when his eyes drifted down to her hand resting on the sword at her hip, thumb on the hilt guard.

She had never been able to hurt him. She used to scream and throw things at him when she was young, when he had first pulled her from Junker’s Canyon all those years ago. He would grumble like some towering, mildly irritated gorilla, but never lift a finger to stop her. Then, when she calmed down, as if by magic he’d have made soup and tea. He’d sit her down and ask her what was really eating her up inside. Never once did he look even remotely troubled by her outbursts.

That single step backwards she took might as well have been a dagger through his kidney. The wince and the way his brow furrowed, like he realized he’d just lost what was most precious to him.

“What happened?” She questioned softly, in a tone she usually reserved for drunks and brigands. “What’d you do?”

“What I had to.” He grunted back, in that raspy voice he had. Made every word sound like a struggle. She used to laugh and poke fun at him for it. Now it set her on edge.

“A non-answer.” She sighed, “why don’t we go inside and talk about it, old timer?” It was more a statement than a question and a failed attempt at levity. She shivered, even though it was a warm, mid spring day.

“Don’t think that’s smart, Al.” He rasped as he checked what she now realized was a firearm in his right hand. Her eyes widened in horror.

Guns. The favored weapon of Earthborn soldiers. Of Deathmarch Troopers. Of Gebians. The thoughts and realizations flooded her mind with too much speed, her heart beating furiously now. Gebians are the sworn enemies of The Tellustrian Republic. The monsters from another world that had ravaged her land and murdered her parents. My father’s sworn…

Reality struck her like a brick to the head.

Guess she had always seen the signs. Certain slang he used and mannerisms he had. Thought he was just from another Tellustrian world, not that hellhole they call Gebia.

“Why are you using illegal weap-“ she was suddenly and jarringly cut off as she felt every muscle in her body seize up at once. A basic paralyzing cypher followed quickly by a dagger to her throat. The man spoke as his body became visible, as if he were being painted back into existence, the circular glyphs on his cloak glowing and smoking from overuse.

“Now I don’t want no undue fussin’, Mista Dog. Or does ya prefer Jaaack? Rabid Jack! Bit catchy, ain’t it?” He trailed off for a couple seconds, as if his mind drifted somewhere else, then snapped back to reality, “I’ve seen wat you can do to a man and I ain’t interested ‘n joinin ya long list o’ victims…”

She could feel his hot, oily breath on the nape of her neck. He smelled rancid. The smell of Aether Rot, from overuse of potions and elixirs.

Shut it out, ya bloody brainless wench. She thought at her herself harshly. I didn’t go through all that hellish training just to get offed by this dumbass. I have to focus. She breathed in deeply, suddenly serene. She visualized being a piece of flotsam on the open ocean, simply carried by the waves.

“Like having one foot in the ocean of spirits,” Jack had described it once upon a time “the other on solid ground”

With that, she Drifted. Her soul halfway between the realm of spirits and the physical realm, acting as a conduit. She was woven into the cosmic tapestry now, one with every spirit around her. Only a second after she finished breathing in, her eyelids flung open and revealed her now glowing, green eyes.

She immediately expelled all foreign Aether from her body and commanded her muscles to relax. She felt the burn as the spiritual command reverberated through her body, echoed by millions of nearby spirits. It felt sort of like a downed drought of Dwarven FafniPeaks Whiskey, you could feel it blazing down your gullet and all the way though your innards. Felt the burn in every cell of her body. Nearby spirits, like tiny particles of dust made of pure light, magnetized towards her. Maximal Leistung. My technique. Jack’s technique. For the next split second, Alexei’s body would function at it’s absolute physical peak, her spiritual command overriding her physical limitations.

“…U’ll a-ask one more taime since apparently ya deaf, where’s the GODSDAMNED SATY-“

Her assailant was rudely interrupted when his nose cracked viciously to the side, very much broken. In the same split second motion as her headbutt’s recoil, Alexei pulled her chin in and open her mouth wide. To the growing horror of her assailant, her teeth clamped down with crocodilian strength on his dagger wielding wrist, shattering bone. With her left arm she delivered a series of rapid, armored elbow strikes to his ribs. Her right foot lashed out suddenly, kicking another dagger out of his other hand. All this while pivoting in place, wrist still firmly held in her maw, forcing the would be hostage taker to lurch awkwardly in time with her movements. It was as if it was all happening in slow motion from Alexei’s perspective, so she saw a third arm reach out of a pocket in the man’s cloak, fueled by his Aether. It pointed a tiny hand ballista at her, the venomous cyphers within the bolts cackling out evilly in her spiritually sensitive ears.

It never got the chance to fire. Her right arm moved like lightning, sending her elvish broadsword in a screeching arc through the assailant’s abdomen and slicing the adjacent third arm’s hand clean off.

The brown eyes around his fully healed nose bulged in disbelief and anger as his intestines spilled out.

Wait. What!? She watched his nose rapidly shift back into place, bone and cartilage squirming beneath the skin, repairing themselves. A regeneration potion, but when did he-

She felt the reverberating echo shift the spirits around her, causing the hair on the back of her neck to stand on end, right before she heard the axe flying from the woods towards her. She spun and swung her sword in a semicircle, separating the hand in her mouth from its arm with a clean slash. She then nimbly sidestepped the thrown handaxe, noticing the glowing, spinning glyph on the carved bone blade. It spun past her like a cannonball, shattering the tree to her left unnaturally, like glass. Her reprieve was short though, as a hundred or so hail pellets rained down upon her and Jack, conveniently missing the now three assailants.

The first one’s invisible again.

Everything the pellets touched turned to liquified sludge. She weaved a precarious dance through the hail and sludge, filling herself with a repulsion echo. The spirits around her obeyed the echo, repelling nearby Aether and dispelling any pellets that got too close to Alexei. Her soul was nearly burnt out.

I need to stop overusing spiritual techniques. She thought as she took another deep breath.

In front of her was a large Vavoxi warrior emerging from the woods, a large grin spread across their pallid, bald head. The sneer showed off the Vavoxi’s bristling baleen that they had instead of teeth.

Kinda like they got two well used brushes crammed in their mouth.

Living tattoos churned across their pale skin, the magical blue ink depicting the many battles they’d been in.

Jack was fending off a knight clad in full pitch black plate armor who had descended from the sky on giant bat wings, swinging a massive claymore around wildly.

What in Hel’s thrice cursed name is going on!? Alexei fought back panic as she tried to cope with the chaos unfolding around her, on the very land where she’d grown up in relative peace.

“HiYa EVERYONE! Don’t mean to interrupt, but I need a BIG, STROOONG man to help me open this jar o’ pickles!”

Everyone but Jack turned silently to look at the jovial and beautiful Satyr woman leaning awkwardly against a nearby tree in an overdramatic attempt to be alluring. Comedic, perhaps? She was indeed holding a jar of pickles.

The cyphered portion of her brain alerted her that something was amiss, her inner Aether rejecting the subliminal enchantment woven into the words coming out of the Satyr’s mouth. The black knight was not so resistant, whatever mistake he made in that moment costing his life as he detonated, chunks of black armor and charred flesh spewing forth in every direction.

Jack was nowhere to be seen.

Her opponent had also resisted the enchantment, their fully black eyes emitting a neon glow of sorts. The Vavoxi began their ancestral dance, spinning a cyphsteel battleaxe in arc after arc, displaying the techniques of their people.

“You look stupid.” Alexei stated bluntly.

The Vavoxi’s eyelids and brow shot up in dismay and rage. Alexei took this moment to draw her duelist’s wand from its hip holster and fire immediately. An icy beam shot forth from its crystal tip, leaving a trail of snowflakes in it’s wake and freezing the Vavoxi’s chest plate. Another one of those bristly grins appeared as a cypher shield dispersed the frost across it’s translucent surface. They rushed her then, clearing half the 60 foot distance in a single bound, battleaxe raised and churning with latent Aether. She calmly chucked up her sword and used the now empty hand to palm the wand’s glyph turbine, rotating the ingredient-packed chambers one to the left. The Vavoxi’s eyes widened in horror this time, as a blood red fireball spewed forth from the wand.

Somethin’ ‘bout fire and ice in quick succession, magic shields can’t handle it. More of Jack’s “wisdom”.

The explosion was deafening. The Vavoxi was no more. Ironically, pieces of the cypher shield remained floating in place, until they realized there was no body left within to protect and melted away. Her wand was already holstered, her right hand lifted to catch her sword.

She took another deep breath.

Fledermauspfeife. Releasing a pent up echo from her core, she watched as the spirits around her reverberated along with her, dancing wildly in tune to her heartbeat. There was one patch that didn’t echo back. She heard the bubbling, cackling whispers of hungry Aether.

There you are.

She shot forth like a bullet for the tree line, ricocheting off tree trunks in massive bounds. She spiraled as she flew, her pauldrons and secondary cuirass flipping open and releasing liquid bronze plumes from her shoulder blades. The plumes solidified suddenly and flattened into bronze dragonfly wings, the whirlwind generated by their frightfully fast beating enough to snap a nearby sapling in half. She soared straight up, propelled by her armor ornithopter’s highly maneuverable vesper wings, breaching the forest’s ceiling in a split second. It took years of practice to mentally and physically control the ornithopter’s functionality.

Probably the only thing that gives me an edge in the Guilds’ community. She thought, dourly.

She could make out the barely visible form of her original assailant, floating above the Satyr with a rope. Could hear the nearby spirits echo his fear.

He fled.

Floating speedily away on some sort of invisible disc.

She aimed her left gauntlet at him and channeled a fraction of her inner Aether through that arm to it. The bluish, cyphsteel plates detached from the leather components of the gauntlet, flying towards her adversary. As they flew through the air, they left a purple haze behind them, filled with stardust. The plates morphed and grew as they flew, turning into a rather vicious looking set of crimson dragon claws.

“GODS NO! PLEASE NO!” The man screamed as the claws wrapped around his right calf, dragging him back towards her.

“So I’m gonna ask you a series of reasonable questions now and you’re going to be a good sport and answer them. Right?” Alexei’s lighthearted tone did not match her steely gaze. The greasy half-elf bored holes through her with his spiteful eyes.

“You look sick.” She said then, with some small amount of genuine concern. Alexei had lost friends to potion overdose. She knew for a fact there were fates worse than death when you let the aberrant mutations take hold in your body. “How’s about we go see an apothecary. Together. Eh?”

He was looking down now, his hateful eyes locked on the Satyr. She smiled and waved up at him, two more of his dead companions at her hooves.

Then he looked up and made her heart sink.

“Dead. Owr awloive, they says…” his smile then was purely malicious.

His cloak fluttered up suddenly. Unnaturally. A myriad of different appendages sprouted from his back, all of them somewhere between arms and tentacles.

A morphhead.

The appendages all did their best to frantically draw a variety of projectile-based weapons from his cloak pockets. Even illegal Gebian guns. Half aimed at the Satyr, half at her.

They never got the chance to fire. She had already delivered a lightning infused, crescent shaped slash starting at his right kidney and ending at his left collarbone. His magic shield shattered afterwards, the elven plasma blade having cut cleanly through it, his spirit, and his flesh and bone.

As if they were butter.

Simply by lacerating so many of his vital organs at once and electrocuting him, she overloaded his brain. His brain would have to reboot in order to restart the magical regeneration process, which was unlikely now.

She closed her eyes and whispered a prayer as she felt his soul leave the physical realm. Then she stopped Drifting. The wave of exhaustion was always overwhelming, but she was used to it and played it off well. Just like her father.

“OOOOLD MAAAAAN!!!” She shouted as she landed jankily on the mushy ground. She stared at the Satyr suspiciously.

“Wha? Is it cuz I’m a Satyr.” She said, feigning insult and pouting to boot.

“No. It’s because you’re a bard. I hate bards.”

Alexei’s eyes could’ve frozen a frost giant’s heart.

“The name’s Naomi! Naomi Safran.” Naomi said with an outstretched hand. “pleasure to make the acquaintance of my dear protector’s daughter, to be sure.”

There was a flicker of admiration in Naomi’s eyes, as she looked Alexei up and down. Alexei moved in for the shake, but passed her hand, clasping her arm instead.

“Sorry, I don’t do handshakes anymore. Personal reasons.” Alexei said, throttling Naomi’s arm with a bit too hearty an arm clasp.

Naomi raised an eyebrow and smirked.

“Ooooh? Spicy. I like it.”

“Where’s the old man?”

“Dunno. Last I saw he was trying to shoot a wizard outa the sky. Lost track of ‘im.” Naomi said with a nonchalant shrug.

A moment of awkward silence followed. “Sooo, what exactly IS the nature of your relatio-“

She felt the dart prick her lower nape. In a panic, she tried to Drift again, but it was already too late. Gebian dreadroot. Dampens spiritual conductivity. Puts you to sleep.

‘MSorry. Al,” he caught her in his burly arms as she fell backwards. “Things’re. Bout ta get ugly.” He rasped, the jagged scar on his face and neck smoldering ever so slightly.

“A wound left by a holy weapon is ordained to remain by the gods themselves. It can never be healed and will always sting, to remind the sinner what happens when you let pride blind your actions…”

Self-righteous words from a worthless man.

“Can’t have you. Mixed up in.” Jack looked around, practically growling, “all this.”

She reached out to touch the burning scar. Just like when she was a kid and he’d fall asleep in his chair on the porch. His nightmares would make the scar burn an ugly red.

Like pipe embers, ‘bout to go out.

Then there was blackness.

Then there was.

The void.

Rabid Dog

The most grizzled man you’ve ever seen. Black hair, grey eyes sunk from lack of sleep, and a jagged scar that cuts straight through his lips on the right side, making it look like he is constantly snarling at something. His dull, icy thousand-yard stare informs you that it’s the world he’s snarling at.

Everyone.

Everything.

His brow seems perpetually crumpled, a combination of some splotchy burn scars that had took chunks of his eyebrows with them and his permanent scowl.

“The kind of look a man gets when he realizes his dog has just passed. That’s his face all the time”, The local villagers would often say of him.

A piece of his right ear is missing, lookin’ scarily like someone or something had took a bite out of it. All topped off with a bristling 5 o’clock shadow and a peppering of grey hairs spread throughout his pitch black fade. This all combined with the fact that he was six foot, seven inches and about 300 pounds of pure muscle. His size seemed almost unnatural, as if his

That was Jack. No last name. No past.

At least, that’s the only name the locals had ever known him as. He had appeared one day and taken up residence with ole’ man Herman, acting as a farmhand and shepherd for the crazy old lune.

Most assumed he was a foot soldier that had defected from his Lord, on the run. He acted too stoic and soldierly to be a bandit. Perhaps it was because many of the villagers had lost sons and daughters to the War, but many of them simply accepted “Jack” into their midst, no questions asked. A sort of simple understanding amongst the elder folk that, if any of their children had managed to escape a pointless death for an uncaring Lord, they would all keep their mouths shut.

Over time he developed quite a stirling reputation as a standup, though somewhat grumpy, fellow and a real jack of all trades. Patching clothes, thatching rooftops, catching thieves and all without any request for payment. He would always simply ask what they needed of him, do it without question or feedback, and then head back to Herman’s farm without a word afterwards. What really won peoples hearts was when he decided to take care of some local orphans who lived in a junk pit just to the east of the village. Some Guild Slayers had been clearing Vulture’s Ravine of Trolls and scavenger bandits, when they stumbled upon a ragtag group of children who’s parents had presumably been killed in the Great War. The Slayers had taken the children alive, despite the fact that they were affiliated with one of the Ravines bandit troupes, and were bringing them

[ghostofaformerself]

MUSE DEMEANOR & MANNERISMS GUIDE

EYES: avoids eye contact when nervous, maintains eye contact when nervous, avoids eye contact due to being neurodivergent, enjoys eye contact as a means to read and convey emotion, looks down when emotional, looks up when emotional, cries openly, wipes tears quickly, suppresses tears, wandering gaze when lost in thought, holds gaze while thinking, seeks out eye contact for reassurance, seeks out eye contact to gauge enthusiasm during conversations, eyes move constantly during conversation, expressive eyes, emotions only evident through eyes, uses eye contact to intimidate, looks up while thinking, looks down while thinking

HANDS: clasps behind back,  rests in lap,  fidgets with clothes,  twiddles thumbs,  chews at nails,  pushes back cuticles,  draws patterns on table/counter surfaces,  animated gestures while speaking,  only gestures to emphasize,  utilizes sign language,  speaks only through sign,   callouses,  scars,  smooth,  wrinkled,  worn,  soft,  delicate,  boney,  slender,  thick,  veiny,  touches others while speaking,  reaches out while laughing,  reaches out to comfort others,  reaches out to seek comfort,  places face in hands when exasperated,  places face in hands when exhausted,  places palms over eyes to hide when overwhelmed,  rests chin in hands,  taps fingers when impatient,  taps fingers when nervous,  taps fingers while thinking,  scratches scalp,  strokes chin,  rubs back of head,  toys with objects around them,  runs fingers over surfaces while walking by

MOUTH: chews lip,  chews at inside of cheek,  licks lips,  bites tongue,  chews on straws,  resting frown,  resting smile,  neutral resting expression,  resting pout,  grinds teeth,  flexes jaw,  covers mouth when laughing,  covers mouth when shocked,  covers mouth when concerned,  hands to lips while thinking,  covers mouth when chewing,  chews with mouth closed,  chews with mouth open,  smirks,  grins,  subtle smiles,  wide smiles,  sad smiles,  intimidating smiles,  menacing grins,  openly smiles,  tries to suppress smiles,  bares teeth when angry,  lips quiver when emotional,  stutters,  speaks quickly,  speaks slowly,  good pronunciation,  poor pronunciation,  moderate pronunciation,  purses lips,  sucks in lips,  holds mouth open when shocked or confused

LEGS:  bounces leg when nervous,  draws knees to chest when sitting,  draws knees to chest as a means of comfort,  sits on knees,  sits with legs criss crossed,  sits with legs spread open in chairs,  crosses legs when sitting in chairs,  sits with one leg folded under the other,  places feet on furniture,  never places feet on furniture,  sits on counters,  sits on desks,  sits on tables,  sits on edge of seat,  sits hunched over with forearms on knees,  arches one knee up,  sits on the arm of chairs/couches,  feet on dashboard,  swings legs back and forth when sitting somewhere elevated,  wiggles toes when nervous,  wiggles toes as a general tick,  shuffles feet,  kicks foot into ground,  stomps feet,  loud footsteps,  quiet footsteps,  silent footsteps 

HAIR:  runs fingers through hair,  tugs at hair,  picks at scalp,  chews on hair,  twists locks of hair while thinking or nervous,  smooths out locks of hair while thinking or nervous,  prefers hair out of face,  prefers long hair,  prefers short hair,  wears hair back,  keeps hair down,  smooths back hair,  plays with other’s hair while talking,  plays with own hair while talking,  strokes hair to comfort others,  likes having hair stroked for their own comfort,  braids others’ hair while talking,  braids own hair while talking,  flips hair out of face,  pushes hair out of face,  leaves hair alone even when falling into face

Tagged by. @freak1ish Tagging. @citysank ( kat ), @poisonpicked ( finn ), @cmndrhill, @postguilt, @melpcmene ( buck ) / @korinthiakos, @peacereflected ( keanu ), @ashesstxries ( ethan ), @skyofstorms ( any of the ocs ), @dominaxnoctis / @aviiatrix, @qceensofkings, & anyone else who vibes with it.

#( personnel file: character study. ) sometimes i don't recognize myself.

[foldingfittedsheets]

Have you seen even cowgirls get the blues

I want you to know, I've been saving this. Between school and life I haven't had time to watch this movie.

But today. Today I had time. So I acquired this movie, this two star, 4.4/10 reviewed movie, and I cannot even express how utterly and entirely horrible this movie is.

For my lovely followers, the premise is that a woman is born with massive thumbs, just horrifically long thumbs. After a childhood of bullying she decided that her calling is hitchhiking. I'm not even ten minutes in and Uma Thurman is giving a monologue about how she's Native and citing that as the reason she is such a free spirit.

She continues to claim native heritage as the movie continues. She meets up with someone who is called the Countess who claims to be a reincarnated countess in the body of a man in middle America? Who then sets her up with “a bone fide Indian”

This person is revealed to be Keanu Reeves in brown face. Who has an asthma attack on meeting her and drags her along to an artist polycule? And she falls asleep in the kitchen and is woken up to a couple trying to fuck her. Super unclear if she’s into this.

Then the Countess drops some racial slurs and sends her to some spa with cowgirls? And there’s whooping cranes? I have no idea what’s happening? I guess she’s going to this spa.

She’s then caught masturbating by the side of the road to the brown faced Keanu Reeves who is suspended in the clouds above her?

She gets to this ranch? Spa? And the cowgirls are killing cows and someone’s upset?

Then a cowgirl shows up in Uma’s room and starts talking about an orgy with Krishna while touching Uma’s hand? Like it’s an uncomfortably long monologue about fucking Krishna as the camera zooms closer and closer on her. She then shoots a fly off a wall and then it cuts to a scene of her hypnotizing???? Chickens???? It’s never specified what is up with that.

This movie is like being slapped repeatedly without ever knowing why.

Uma Thurman is dressed as a Whooping crane dancing by a river. This makes as much sense as everything else.

NOW SHES MAKING OUT WITH ANOTHER LADY WHILE DRESSED AS A BIRD. WHAT IS HAPPENING???

Okay so she fucks this cowgirl (who is called Bonanza Jellybeans). And I guess the cowgirls are mad at the spa people and feel like they deserve the ranch? And to-

TO TAKE BACK THE RANCH. The cowgirls gather and drop their pants. And like. Not all the way? They just expose their crotches and then waddle forward and the STENCH OF THEIR UNWASHED PUSSIES (which Uma Thurman just fucked btw) DROPS THE RICH SPA PEOPLE.

So then Uma flees to the desert from the riot on the ranch and runs into an old Asian man dressed as a native man who’s been referred to as various slurs up to this point.

He dances around to polkas and what sounded like Richard Nixon then gives her a joint and then I GUESS SHE FUCKS HIM TOO????

She is then left alone in his cave and leaves? She goes back to the Countess (why?) and the whooping cranes from the ranch/spa have been stolen and the Countess is blaming her and the cowgirls and then hits her? And she slaps him back???

AND THEN IT KILLED HIM???? He took like ten minutes to fall down from the strike. Because her THUMBS WERE RAISED IN VIOLENCE.

Wait no he lived. The worst actor I’ve ever seen told her that the Countess wouldn’t be a vegetable per se but that he’d have brain damage.

Then she gets a letter from her cowgirl lover who reveals she’s ALSO FUCKING THE OLD ASIAN GUY IN HIS CAVE.

So since her thumbs are tainted with violence she goes to get them surgically reduced? And I’m listening to clown music over cuts of fakey surgery and then we see her severed thumb wiggling in a tray.

Then it’s a cut back to the cowgirls who have the cranes kept healthily and happy with the cowgirls. Then it cuts to THE PRESIDENT WHO IS REALLY CONCERNED ABOUT THE CRANES???

The cowgirls are ranting against the patriarchy over the radio and she hears Bubblegum on the radio and tries to go back to her.

She can’t hitchhike anymore because of her normal thumb.

NO WAIT. SHE ONLY HAD ONE THUMB REMOVED.

She rejoins her cowgirl. Who reveals that the cowgirls are holding the cranes in their custody by drugging them with peyote. ….they. What. They. I don’t even know how this movie manages to be so racist in every possible way.

I guess they win the cranes? Or the ranch? Uma Thurman is fucking her cowgirl Bubblegum while the other cowgirls denounce all the evils of the patriarchy so that’s fine.

Some white lady comes out of the swamp and talks about her peyote visions and a mother goddess. Then Bubblegum decides to tell the huge army contingent that the cowgirls are releasing the cranes and IS SHOT OFF HER HORSE.

She gets to die in Uma Thurman’s arms while the cranes fly away. (All the whooping crane shots are at a significantly lower resolution which is hilarious). This movie deserves fewer stars? This movie should have no stars. What the fuck has been happening to me.

She becomes a cowgirl I guess? And burns the love letter from her dead lover. They get the ranch and the Countess recovers to send her more letters? This may as well happen.

I feel… scourged as the credits roll. I can’t get that time back. That was truly one of the worst movies I’ve ever seen.

#bad movie #funny #racist #I cannot even believe how racist and shitty this was? #wow #even cowgirls get the blues

[general-sleepy]

Just so you know, for anyone who hasn't read Dracula before and is trying to follow Dracula Daily with as little foreknowledge as possible, I'll be tagging my posts that are any more than little hints as "dracula spoilers." It won't be on my older posts, though so avoid that if you want.

[ID A gif from Point Break of Keanu Reeves grinning and giving a thumbs up in pouring rain. END ID]

#i know spoilers for a 100+ year old book is a whole thing #but whatever #this is a cool chance for people to experience things in real time #i remember my sister watching the original friday the 13th #and not having any idea until it was revealed that mrs. voorhees was the killer #it's cool when you find someone who can be surprised by media 'everyone' knows the ending of

[crowdvscritic]

round up // MARCH 24

This March Round Up is one of the most media-diverse I’ve ever published. Two books! Two miniseries! One museum! One telecast! And somehow, most of them eventually come back to the same topic: movies. 

Now that the Oscars have named their 2023 victors (“My eyes see Oppenheimer!!!”), it feels like the 2024 movie year has finally started, and one major Awards Season contender is already out. (Keep reading to see if it is Kong x Godzilla!) Three of my top 10 picks this month are new films, but this brief pause between Awards Season and summer blockbusters means I have time for indulgent activities like reading books and playing Turner Classic Movies roulette on the DVR. May lulls like these between your busy seasons be just as enjoyable with these pop culture faves…

March Crowd-Pleasers

1. The Fury by Alex Michaelides (2024?)

You know it’s a good book when it’s already past your bedtime, you see that you have 100 pages left, and still say, “Yeah, there’s no way I’m not finishing this tonight.” I made this my January Book of the Month because it sounded like Glass Onion: A Knives Out Mystery (my favorite movie of 2022), but this doesn’t center on a Benoit Blanc-style detective. At the center is a charming, unreliable narrator (one I kept picturing as John Mulaney) recounting the murder of a starlet (whom I kept picturing as Carole Lombard) while on vacation with her friends and family. I read 75% of this murder mystery set on a private Greek in one sitting because I couldn’t put it down!

2. Road House (2024)

Thank goodness Jake Gyllenhaal seems to be losing interest in prestige projects because he’s best when he’s a lil’ crazy. That’s just one reason this Road House is even more fun than the original. Read my full review for ZekeFilm. Crowd: 10/10 // Critic: 7/10

3. Barbie: The World Tour by Margot Robbie and Andrew Mukamal (2024)

I have referenced Barbie in almost every Round Up since it came out, and I'm not slowing down now. This new book from Margot Robbie and her stylist Andrew Mukamal catalogs each of her Barbie press tour looks inspired the doll’s historical closet, giving side-by-side comparisons the head-to-toe looks on the doll and on Robbie. With designers’ sketches and insight into how Robbie and Mukamal made their sartorial choices, it makes for a gorgeous coffee table book.

4. Godzilla x Kong: The New Empire (2024)

Big things go smash! I stopped by KMOV to chat about the newest Godzilla/Kong team-up with Joshua Ray, which won’t send you away smarter but probably in a better mood. Watch the full review. Crowd: 9/10 // Critic: 4/10

5. SNL Round Up

I’m noticing my Saturday Night Live Round Ups are shorter this year, which is probably thanks to a greener cast. But I am always rooting for Studio 8H, and these three were worth re-watching and sharing in the text thread: 

“Detectives” (4913 with Sydney Sweeney)

“Loud Table” (4913)

“Moulin Rouge” (4914 with Josh Brolin)

More March Crowd-Pleasers: Morgan Freeman, Keanu Reeves, and Rachel Weisz get caught up in a murder plot surrounding a new energy source in Chain Reaction (1996) // Before Zodiac, Kurt Russell was a Miami Journal reporter investigating a serial killer in The Mean Season (1985)

March Critic Picks

1. Art in Bloom at the St. Louis Art Museum

Every spring SLAM invites floral artists to create arrangements inspired by pieces in the museum’s collection. As always, this event inspires me to look at works I’ve seen dozens of times in new ways, and I always discover flowers that make me wish my thumbs were more verdant.

2. Dune: Part Two (2024)

Dune is weird, but I love that it hasn’t stopped it from sourcing an endless supply of memes. Even more, I love that a vision as grand as this one has taken root in pop culture, that a new crop of young actors are catapulting movie stardom into the next generation, and that this epic is as concerned with philosophy and the craft of filmmaking as much as blockbuster-style spectacle. Crowd: 8.5/10 // 9/10

3. The Sixties (2014)

And now I’ve finally finished CNN’s decade miniseries. Though these series aren’t revolutionary—The Sixties episodes include “The War in Vietnam,” “The British Invasion,” and “The Space Race”—they provide more depth and insight than a Wikipedia article with plenty of interviews and primary source footage. (And perhaps too much insight with an 85-minute episode about the JFK assassination, which is steeped in more conspiracy theories than are worth mentioning.) Each of CNN's decade series has impressed me with the connections drawn to today, and The Sixties is no exception.

4. The 96th Oscars

It’s a treat when the consensus is that the Oscars ceremony was…good? It’s been a few years since that was the popular opinion! Not only were the winners a pretty solid selection, but most of the bits worked, most of the musical performances were solid, and it finished…early? These were my favorite moments during the brisk evening:

Past Best Supporting Actress winners celebrate this year’s nominees and winner, Da’Vine Joy Randolph

Past Best Supporting Actor winners celebrate this year’s nominees and winner, Robert Downey Jr.

Past Best Actor winners celebrate this year’s nominees and winner, Cillian Murphy

Past Best Actress winners celebrate this year’s nominees and winner, Emma Stone (even though I was rooting for Lily Gladstone)

Arnold Schwarzenegger and Danny DeVito rib Michael Keaton and present Best Visual Effects to the charming Godzilla Minus One crew

John Cena demonstrates the value of our Best Costume nominees

Kate McKinnon and America Ferrera present Best Documentary (though they’re not always sure which films are fact and which are fiction)

Ryan Gosling (and many more Kens) perform “I’m Just Ken”

“My eyes see Oppenheimer!!”

5. The Power of Film (2024)

Onetime UCLA professor Howard Suber walks us through some of the most popular and memorable films in history in this new Turner Classic Movies miniseries. He explains why they’ve passed the test of time, analyzing storytelling motifs and themes like destiny, love, heroes vs. villains, and paradox. I’m still thinking about some of his insights (e.g. there are no good characters, only good character relationships), and I compiled the 275 films he uses as examples on in a Letterboxd list.

More March Critic Picks: A Letter to Three Wives (1949) is a light-on-its-feet melodrama about three women wondering which of their husbands is about to leave them // Naughty Marietta (1935) pulls off the princess-with-a-mistaken-identity rom-com trope with a dash of music // A Double Life (1947) is a killer thriller (pun intended) about the dangers of taking inspiration from Othello in real life // Before Mr. Deeds, Gary Cooper was a more earnest small town simpleton who stumbles into millions in Mr. Deeds Goes to Town (1936) // Susan Hayward more than earns her Oscar for her performance based on a semi-true story about a woman on death row in I Want to Live! (1958) // Spencer Tracy and Elizabeth Taylor didn’t make me cry like the remake does, but their relationship in Father of the Bride (1950) is still sweetly moving 70+ years later // Even if it didn’t star Rock Hudson and Lauren Bacall, Written on the Wind (1956) would still look phenomenal because it’s directed by Douglas Sirk, but thank goodness they both get to cook in his Technicolor vision

Also in March…

I chipped in on a ZekeFilm piece on the Oscar-nominated live action shorts with a paragraph about Wes Anderson’s “The Wonderful Story of Henry Sugar”

I also reviewed the perfectly pleasant Kung Fu Panda 4 for ZekeFilm…

…and for KMOV, where I also made some Oscar predictions before the big night.

Photo credits: The Fury, Barbie. Art in Bloom my own. All others IMDb.com.

#Round Up #Oscars #Academy Awards #Youtube #The Fury #The Fury Alex Michaelides #Alex Michaelides #Road House #Dune: Part Two #SNL #Saturday Night Live #Art in Bloom #St. Louis Art Museum #The Power of Film #TCM #Turner Classic Movies #The Sixties #CNN's The Sixties #Godzilla x Kong: The New Empire #Barbie: The World Tour #Margot Robbie #Andrew Mukamal