#griffith imagine

[dollwrites]

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), fem!princess!reader, king!stepdad!griffith, stepcest, cuddlefucking, reader is a griffith simp and also a brat, griffith is brutally honest and also kind of misogynistic, griffith calls reader ‘ little girl ‘, implied age gap, all characters featured are aged 18+

𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ please reblog && leave feedback. not proofread so there’s probably mistakes. thanks for reading < 3

𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗸𝘁𝗼𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟯 ∣ day nine [ griffith + stepcest ]

“Look at me.”

you don’t.

“Look.”

poking your lower lip out in a childish pout, you purposefully avert your eyes. turning your face down into the pillow as if refusing eye contact was punishing your stepfather in some way. he sighs, albeit softly, and you feel his long, slender fingers grip your chin, before forcing your face back towards him. you close your eyes, instead, but only do so for a millisecond.

“Look. At. Me.”

you have no choice now. even though Griffith’s tone rarely raised ( and was, in this moment, a soft whisper ), the edge of his baritone was a sneaking growl that rumbled in his throat, but you’d learned to pick it out and understand when he was at his wit’s end with you. his grip firm and squeezing your chin, holding you in place.

finally, you obey. your eyelids flutter as your vision comes back, and you blink a few times until the blur goes away. almost tears, but you’d managed to push them back.

your bedchamber was dark, except for the pale moonlight spilling through the open curtains that catches Griffith’s figure and casts a silvery glow against his flawless features. your face is inches from him, lain on your side with your breasts smushed against his chest, your eyes more than willing to drink in every inch of his countenance. he isn’t smiling, but he’s not scowling, either. his stoic expression is all too familiar.

“What an insolent little girl you’ve become.” he mutters, and you pout even more. “That’s my doing, isn’t it? I spoil you too much.”

you scoff at that— you want to disagree with him. hell, you want to argue that the king doesn’t give you enough attention as it is, he’s much too occupied with your mother and their marriage to give you any kind of real affection, and the time he did spend with you was always under the guise of night time. when no one was awake to witness him tiptoeing into your bedchamber to fuck you.

“Stop your pouting,” he instructs, angling your face toward him. he moves closer, and for a moment you think he’s doing so to kiss you. your lips part, your eyelids droop, and you wait for that sweet, sweet kiss you yearn to taste. the feeling of his plush lips caressing yours. but he doesn’t kiss you. his breath is a soft wave against your tiers as his own linger, close enough to tickle yours. “And move your hips more. I know you love it when I’m deep inside you like this. So show me.”

“Can you sleep in here tonight?” you ask, biding your time.

but when one, graceful hand careens downward to grasp your thigh and hook it up around his slender waist and he answers a simple, “No.” you huff and puff, but obediently wind your hips in slow strokes. feeling every inch of him fill you, you let out a pleasured sigh.

you wished you could have this all the time.

you wished he would stay, so you could wake up in the early morning, when the sun was just starting to rise, and wrap your lips around the cock you loved so much.

you wished he would hold you like this until you fell asleep, with his and your own body joined in a way that was meant only for man and wife.

“Please? Just this once?” both of your hands rest on his shoulders, keeping yourself close to him as you fuck yourself with his cock. slow and deep. a mine-melting rhythm. “Hnnnn… please—“

Griffith cuts into your begging with a low moan, allowing his hand to fall from your face and glide between your body and his. fingers dipping between your hips, the pads rub slow circles around your swollen button until you swoon, your walls fluttering spastically as he stimulates your clit. “Tighter. There you go. Good girl,” he mutters, his eyeline dropping to your lower body rocking back and forth as his breath catches, “clench for me. Let me feel you milk me.”

it was hard to stay mad when he praised you— though you knew he did so simply to placate you, you cling close to his chest and whine. “Why— why couldn’t you have married m-me?” you were starting to pant, now. the passion of the moment overtaking your senses and tightening every muscle in your body.

“Oh, love.” Griffith croons, but you can hear not a single ounce of real emotion behind the term of endearment. his lips graze yours, his voice a husky whisper. “Marrying your mother has given me my own kingdom, an army, and hundreds of loyal subjects. What could you possibly offer me other than a tight, wet cunt?”

a stunned silence befalls you, and humiliation screws your expression into one of pathetic submission, realizing that he would never care for you the way you care for him. it would be something you would have to live with, after all. being his set of holes when he needed his balls drained, but an afterthought any other time.

his sapphire gaze flickers back to your face, and though he doesn’t smile, there’s an aura of satisfaction and victory that engulfs him, washing over you, too. “Being your father allows me so much more power. Over Midland. Over your mother. And over you, my pert, little plaything.”

#griffith #griffith smut #griffith x reader #griffith x you #griffith imagine #berserk #berserk x reader #berserk x you #berserk smut #griffith berserk

[boldlygloriousqueen]

Three Connected Souls -

Part 1: Two Souls

Griffith x Oc x Guts

Just a quick warning! This series will have smut, sexual @ssault and the alluding of it, cursing, toxic/controlling behaviors, obsessions/possessiveness, non-con, blood, and violence.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Warning for this chapter: SLIGHT VIOLENCE

"Little princess, where have you gone? Princess Daphne! Why must you make everything so difficult for me?!"

A lady with black hair ran through the halls in search of the young girl who watched the lady from above the second floor. The woman seemed close to yanking out all her hair out of frustration with the child she lost. The missing young girl had light brown hair that was braided up and soft hazel eyes that followed the women as she searched the halls. The girl remained silent and bent down to hide her small figure from the woman while her hands gripped the poles of the balcony.

Once the woman was out of her eyesight, she stood up and walked towards the stairs. She slipped off her heels that looked rather plain. As a matter of fact, so was her dress. It was mainly white and yellow and had no special patterns or a single jewel rested upon it. She might have been able to pass as a maid. Daphne was never one to wear expensive dresses as in her mind there were "better ways for money to be spent" given the midlands' current state. Most ten year old princesses and nobles didn't have the same mindset as Daphne, which would explain why her father spoils her rotten in any way he could.

The princess ran down the steps, pattering her feet on the cold material with a stern face. She was upsets, very upset nonetheless. One thing Daphne hated most in the world was when promises were broken. While running through the halls, she held her dress slightly up to allow more movement for her small legs. Her hazel eyes were set on a large door engraved with golden designs. There, her father, the king, and his loyal commanders often discussed war and political issues. These were most important for the survival of Mindland, but Daphne did not care. She was a child, after all, and her mind was set on bursting into the doors demanding for her father to take her to the festival the towns people had every year on the same day. It was clear that Daphne could be mature at times, but she still acted like a child on other occasions.

This festival wasn't just any kind of festival, not to the princess. It was a festival that was meant to ask for the King and Midland to be blessed with good fortune during these hard times. People sell all kinds of sweets, dress in costumes, dance, and sing, but the princess's favorite time of the festival was when they lit the fireworks. Sure, she could watch that from the balcony of her room, but it was more fun to watch in person and see the common people smile. She could see that the festival was a few times people seemed to forget about the death and fighting outside the walls. It also helped her to forget.

Before the princess had the chance to create further rumors about her unladylike manners, a young boy emerged from the room. He had long white hair and blue eyes and was dressed like a nobel's son, though he was far from it. Rather, a playmate for the young princess who made a first good impression in front of the King when he was found roaming around in the courtyard. No one knew how he got in, but he did. He was described to look quite rugged, and he was skin and bones. He managed to avoid alerting any guards that interested the King. The man always enjoyed being surprised by people who proved to be of some use and so this young boy that came from the war room, was a boy full of undoutable potential, but potential isn't always enough to reach your dreams, your desires so at what cost would someone like this chose to pay?

"Griffith!" Daphne waved one of her hands up to catch his attention.

Daphne was fond of Griffith without a doubt. He never spoke behind her back like other children and adults did. He was someone who made her feel safe, and she felt that he was the only one in this castle she could share her secrets with. Of course, she was a girl so it was safe to say she had a bit of a crush on him as most young girls did when they met him, but in the eyes of adults the princess was merely happy to have someone to play with. The boy's eyes pierced the princess, but without any malicious intent. He always had that look in his eyes, like he was always chasing after something he couldn't quite reach. The smile that came after suited his face, Daphne felt the room brighten with his presence and brought a soft red hue to her cheeks as he closed the door softly, behind him.

"Princess Daphne, what brings you here?"

"A-ah, is my father inside?" Griffith's smile widened at her shyness. Griffith knew of the princess's feelings towards him. If he had to, he'd use those feelings for his own use. They belonged to him in his eyes to begin with.

"I'm afraid he is busy, princess. I do hope you do not plan to create a big ruckus. I wouldn't want you to get in trouble," Griffth walked closer to Daphne, who was pouting her lips.

"Father promised we'd attend the festival like we always do."

"I don't think that will be possible this year, princess. Your father won't be finished anytime soon." Griffith's eyes traveled down to Daphne's feet to see her barefoot were missing then to the heels in her hand.

"Princess, why aren't you wearing your heels. The floor is cold. What if you were to get sick." Griffith bent down onto one of his knees and held his hand up for Daphne to hand him one of her shoes. She furrowed her brow and hid the shoes behind her back.

"Griffith, are you my friend?" The boy stared at her slightly confused.

"Yes, of course, princess."

"Then, from now on, stop calling me princess. It just Daphne."

"But-"

"And stop acting like you're some servant. You shouldn't do this for anyone, not even me. I can take care of myself," the girl sat the two shoes down, then slipped her feet in one by one while holding her dress up for a better view. She held her hands on her hips and held her head slightly up.

"See, this is nothing."

Griffith chuckled while he stood back up. Daphne felt her cheeks burn up worse than it did before. With him being so close to her, she never noticed the slight difference in their height.

"You're right, my mistake. From now on, I won't coddle you as mush. I'm sure you already deal with that enough from everyone, but if there is anything you ever need from me, I'll always be there for you, Daphne."

Things like this were the reason Daphne was so close to Griffith. She couldn't see a life without him. Anyone else would have told the princess they couldn't do what Griffith because of the difference in their 'class'. A large smile grew on Daphne's face, and without thinking, she wrapped her arms around his waist. Griffith patted the innocent young girl's hair and rested his head a top of hers. He fond himself getting more use to the girl. He promised the moment he met her that she would br nothing more than a pawn for his dream and while that steal might the case, he was getting attached to the girl to the point he'd do anything to keep her at his side. He never met someone so unselfish, unlike himself. Her uncle would have been furious at the sight. He never liked Griffith. He always saw him as another one of his problems to deal with.

"Princess!"

The young children could hear someone yelling from the distance. Griffith took the princess's hand, and they both shared a thought together, and without saying a single word, they ran out to the garden.

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"It's so pretty, Griffith." Daphne admired the wooden bracelet that was delicately carved and carefully tied around her wrist. Daphne and Griffith wore hoods as they walked the streets.

"It doesn't compare to your jewelry collection, but I'm glad you enjoy it." His fingers grazed her cheeks softly, having the same smile he always had when looking at her.

"I'm glad you carry that with you. It suits you," Daphne pointed to the sword hidden in the scabbard on his hip.

"Does it not scare you?"

"Why would it when your the one who's wearing it? The only people who should worry about you with that sword are the evil people in this world. Besides, you've been training a lot lately. I'm sure your an expert and... soon you could... possibly teach me to use one some day."

"I could have sworn your father said no," he spoke with an amused smile knowing Daphne's intent with the subject.

"My father is an overprotective old man who doesn't understand that I'm growing up. You never know when I'll need to use one, and it's better to be safe than sorry," the princess continued, "I should know how to protect myself. What if you are not around? Would you really trust my life with just anyone?" Griffith spoke his head, the same smile remaining.

"I suppose I wouldn't."

-Boom-

The two swiftly moved their heads to the direction of the noise, and there they saw the beautiful fireworks that lit the sky. Along came from cheers and praise from the townsfolk. Daphne found it fascinating that someone found a way to light the sky with festive colors. It seemed like something that would take up a lot of time to create, but she could never grew tired of watching them. She grabbed a hold of Griffith's arm and rested her head on his shoulder, keeping her eyes on the fireworks.

"Do you remember what you told me when we first met? About you having a dream?"

"I do," Griffith responded as his eyes went from the fireworks to the castle in the distance.

"What is your dream?"

"What I want...." he paused for a long second before breathing out a soft sigh. "That's a secret, little princess."

"Ha? Friends are supposed to share secrets with each other. You know all of mine."

"Mm, I'll tell you one day when the time is right, so don't pout."

"You promise to tell me?" Her eyes stared up at him wanting reassurance.

"I promise. Just be patient. Haven't you heard that patience is-"

"Key? Yeah, yeah. I've heard this all before. You're starting to sound like my father now. I think it was time for you to stop joining them in that war room. You might end up becoming like him,"

"I'd could never. I fear you might grow tired of me," he gently poked her nose. Happiness smeared all over her face from his touch.

"And what about you, Daphne? What are your dreams?" He asked curiously.

"....I want to help the people of Midland in any way I can, but as of now, I can not do that as I know too little," Griffith flinched slightly at her words. Most girls her age would speak of marriage, having a family, or keeping family content. Yet the princess is more concerned for others rather than herself.

"I will become Queen no matter what. I will learn until my brain hurts, I'll even be willing to ride into battle so everyone knows how serious I am. People are always worried about the next time their families eat or what war will take their children away from them," The princess pulled away from Griffith and held a fist to her heart. "When I become Queen, it will be the last thing they have to worry about."

Griffith held his head down as he stared at the ground with wide eyes. This was something he truly didn't expect her to hear. He knew the kind heart she held, but he didn't think she had that much kindness. In a way... she was reminding him of himself. The princess didn't stop there. She continued to talk further about her dreams, but the more she talked, the more Griffith zoned out into his own thoughts. How could he ever let someone like her go? She was exactly like him, no... maybe even better... different? The mere thought of it brought a devilish smile to his face that was covered by his long hair.

"You are truly delightful, Daphne,"

The princess turned towards Griffith who was mumbling. "What was that-" before she could finish her question she felt a strong force push her down.

"Hey, can't you see!" Daphne yelled at the perpetrator who had a scrunched up face. He was a young boy who had short hair that stuck up. His hair almost reminded her of a raven. He had a noticeable scar on his nose and he seemed to have the look of someone who knew not a single bit of happiness. Oddly, he held a sword on his back that seemed way too big for someone his size and height.

"Daphne! Are you okay? Are you hurt?" Griffith touched the young girl's face as he scanned her body. "You should be aware of your surroundings. You could have easily hurt her." Griffith stared up at the rough looking boy who seemed to care less as he searched his surroundings.

"Maybe next time she shouldn't be in the way," he spoke coldly before running through the crowd. Daphne was stunned to see the boy run off without even apologizing and she couldn't stand how rude he was towards them.

"I'm going to kill that jerk!" Daphne stood onto her feet and began her chase as Griffith started his after to princess.

#guts #guts berserk #griffith #beserk #griffith x oc #griffith imagine #gut x oc #beserk imagine #griffith x reader #guts x reader

[miniminiujb]

Entãooooo, faz um tempo que tive uma ideia para Berserk ksjs

E se o Griffith tivesse um irmão gêmeo? Eles tem uma relação muito fofa de irmãos, sempre se ajudam, não importa a situação (acho que vc já sabe onde eu quero chegar), e aí o irmão gêmeo do Griffith assumiria a culpa pelo oq o Griffith fez, passando por tudo que o Griffith passou.

Nesse caso, o b/n seria seria irmao do Griffith e assumiria a culpa por ele (cruel, eu sei). Na minha cabeça, o b/n teria como ler mentes e falar na cabeça das pessoas (seria assim que ele se comunicaria dps de perder a capacidade de falar), mas acho que seria mais legal se ele e o Griffith tivessem uma linguagem própria pra se comunicarem entre si.

Enfim, pode fazer um imagine assim? 🥺

A comunicação deles fica a seu critério skjs

Obrigada desde já! <3

Última Esperança

Sua respiração engatou, seus olhos se arregalaram quando diversos guardas do castelo circularam sua figura, lanças e espadas em volta do seu pescoço. Gritos estridentes saíam dos lábios dos soldados. Sendo levado para uma masmorra, onde foi amarrado, você não entedia o motivo daquilo, mas quando o rei passou pela a porta da sala em questão. Seus se apertaram levemente, tentando enxergar o que ele estava carregando nas mãos , seus olhos focaram na escuridão da sala, um chicote era carregado. Não demorou muito para aquele chicote ser colidido na sua pele. Gritos histérico saiam da boca dele, acusações de arruinar a pureza da filha dele. Na hora que aquelas palavras saíram dos lábios do rei, você sabia que o responsável era o seu irmão mais novo, Griffith. Se mantendo calado e aguentando as torturas cotidianas.

Seu corpo estava desnutrido, jogado em um canto da sala de tortura. Você já não sabia quanto tempo estava naquela masmorra, suas esperanças de sair com vida já estavam acabando. Sua cabeça era apertada com força, por conta do capacete de metal que você foi obrigado a usar. Seu corpo já não funcionava mais, seus tendões foram costados todos os dias, para que você não pudesse escapar.

Seus olhos sem esperança, observava a sala ao redor. Fechando lentamente os olhos, respirando profundamente, memórias percorriam sua mente, memórias que você não sabia se era invenção de sua mente ou não. Você questionou por muito tempo, se o Griffith não tinha armado para você, mas esse questionamento era logo esquecido. Você e o Griffith tiveram uma ótima ligação, vocês eram a única família que um e o outro tinha. Aprenderam a se comunicar com apenas um olhar.

Seus pensamentos depressivos foram interrompidos por um barulho de porta se abrindo, sua mente não conseguia prestar atenção nas vozes chamando por você, até que seu corpo foi erguido delicadamente para cima, seus olhos abrindo levemente, turvos e fracos. Sua visão focou em seu irmão, a mão delicadamente colocado sobre a capacete.

Você olhou dentro dos olhos do seu irmão, olhos que diziam muito.

"Estava perdendo as esperanças...", Você dizia através do olhar.

"Estou aqui por você, você está seguro agora" Griffith respondeu através dos olhos azuis.

#Berserk #leitor masculino #imagine #Griffith #Griffith imagine #Griffith x Leitor Masculino #male reader #Griffith x male reader #Berserk imagine #Berserk x Leitor Masculino #Berserk x male reader

[13eyond13]

The thing I respect most about Griffith Berserk is actually how ridiculously unsubtle with his hitting on Guts he is. Just IMMEDIATELY going up to him and literally grabs his face like "I realized I WANT you, now let me tell you exactly why." Like this isn't your typical suggestive homoerotic innuendo, this is just what he actually says. To the point Guts is just like, oh you mean like, in a gay way? And Griffith's just like... "*gay silence*" like idk you certainly can't blame the frustrating star-crossed lovers mutual piningness of their relationship on him being a bit too ambiguous about things or too cowardly to shoot his shot lol

#i mean #is his forcefulness ALWAYS admirable ahaha no certainly not #but whenever i first met him i was like dang i wish i had the gay cojones to do that #and this is why im not speaking to the 1997 anime by the way i dont know her #they ruined this moment by making it the regular kind of homoerotic subtext that can be read multiple ways... #like if i were Griffith i can just imagine thinking something like HOW COULD I POSSIBLY HAVE BEEN ANY FUCKING CLEARER #when it comes to so many of his golden age interactions with guts #berserk #berserk spoilers #griffguts #p

[ilynpilled]

jaime through the eyes of other povs

#ik ik reconstruction of b&tb #also appearances #doodoo caca covered in gold #doesnt change the fact that he is an it boy #i still love tho that before asos he is presented to us as someone truly inhuman #like a griffith esque villain/beast #like these descriptions arent even positive they r just grand #like this kind of perfection is so inhuman #until he is brought back down and made into someone so thoroughly human #tbf this illusion also breaks when he falls off his horse and gets his helmet stuck on his head like a loser #half a corpse & half a god iktr #imagine being the worst guy ever and that all these people want to bash ur skull in #but 90% of them still go like #ok but id hit… #jaime lannister #valyrianscrolls

[eemcintyre]

Masterlist alert

Something to Talk About universe

Something to Talk About - you and 90s!Tom are secretly married, and while on vacation, you realize that the press has finally caught you together and published the photos.

One More Night - It’s the last night of you and Tom’s vacation where your relationship was uncovered by the media. He surprises you with a motorcycle ride, a beautiful view, and a special gift to close the day out.

All Eyes on Us - Oscars night finally arrives and you and Tom make your official debut as a couple. You are overwhelmed by the attention and some invasive interview questions, but Tom supports you through it.

Production assistant reader x TC

The Door is Open - you are a production assistant on the set of a 90s Tom Cruise movie, and he steps in when one of his costars threatens you.

Behind Closed Doors - Over the last several weeks since you met Tom on the movie set where you work, you have discovered an undeniable attraction to each other. Although neither one of you is sure where it will lead, you’ve been getting the tension out with secretive meetings in his trailer.

Parental fics

Good Morning - Trying to make up for how busy he's been lately, Tom takes your daughter off your hands for the morning and obv cuteness ensues.

Flipped - Tom's daughter keeps him company from her playpen while he cooks dinner.

Miscellaneous fics

Surprise Me - One of your friends, after a poor track record of setting you up on dates, gets one more chance and makes the most of it. You meet the date for dinner at an elegant NYC restaurant to discover that your friend has set you up with Tom Cruise.

Repaying the Favor - Tom comes home to find you in a great deal of pain because ~it’s that time of the month amirite ladies~, and he does what he can to try and make things better, despite you insisting that you can handle it.

All or Nothing at All - Attending a friend's wedding compels Tom to ask you an important ~question~, and it invites a conversation about the direction of your relationship and your anxieties about it.

It Ain't Over 'Til It's Over - (Sequel to "All or Nothing at All") After a long time of being apart, you and Tom reunite, but what should have been a pleasant evening turns into a fight when Tom's exhaustion and frustration causes his personal issues to make an appearance.

Thirty Minutes - You're making last-minute preparations for the Halloween gathering that you and Tom are hosting. Since you have a tendency to go overboard with these kinds of events, Tom has to remind you to have some fun.

Cruel to be Kind universe

Cruel to be Kind - Terry finds out that a coworker has been bothering you and you insist he stays out of it, but he takes matters into his own hands. Literally.

Tainted Love - You are in extreme turmoil after the... incident... at the house. While doing everything in your power to avoid Terry, you're trying to figure out what you should do and how you feel about who he's revealed himself to be.

Both Sides Now - You have an intense nightmare and Terry comforts you. The next morning, after a great deal of thought, you finally decide the future of your relationship.

Enemies-to-lovers/fake dating series

Let the Games Begin - Terry Silver (80s edition™️) is determined to claim the one woman at Dynatox who doesn't appear to be interested in him, and he concocts an elaborate scheme by which to do so.

Looking the Part - Valerie visits the luxury shops of Rodeo Drive to prepare for her role as Terry's girlfriend. Afterward, she and Terry meet for lunch, and then they practice how to kiss each other for the first time.

Playing the Part - The vibes between Valerie and Terry are now noticeably different. Terry arranges for the media to discover them when they soft-launch their relationship to the public at a cafe.

People Will Say We're in Love - The first news story about Valerie and Terry is released, and Valerie must cope with heightened scrutiny from her family, friends, and strangers. She also learns that Terry will be hosting a cocktail party to welcome the investment group and that she needs to be there.

Miscellaneous fics

Wicked Game - Terry Silver takes an interest in one of his adult students; an innocent and inexperienced girl with an obvious crush on him.

"The Firm" (1993)

"Cocktail" (1988)

"Ulterior Motives" (1992)

"Crackerjack" (1994)

"Excessive Force" (1993)

"Hollow Point" (1996)

"Timecop 2: The Berlin Decision" (2003)

"Seawolf: The Pirate's Curse" (2005)

"Stretch" (2014)

"Mission: Impossible - Dead Reckoning (Part One)" (2023)

#tom cruise #tom cruise fic #tom cruise imagine #creative writing #fanfic #one shot #tom cruise x female reader #tom cruise x reader #terry silver #terry silver x reader #thomas ian griffith #movie review #film review

[alexyskinnerstories]

He’ll Always Love Her More... This My Parting Gift For Him

Y/n Pov

I should’ve known that he would never love me as much as he loved her his heart belonged to her from the beginning I was just a temporary replacement for her. It’s been a long time since I came to find a solution I was a fool how I even could compare to her in his eyes I can’t be one for him I just need to move on and find happiness I’ve been in my bedroom and for last five days only coming out for dinner or taking a shower Klaus and I had a huge augment lead to us having a physical fight and me ending up brutal injured.

I’ve since then I healed with the blood or people that Rebekah or Elijah would bring me since I couldn’t, Anyways I was looking in my grimior for a resurrection Camille for the dead I’ve decided to give back his true love as a goodbye gift. My older brother was at his place working on an immortal potion for her we figured out we could make her an immortal human with certain abilities I found the spell of resurrection just as I got a text from my brother saying that he needed the blood of an immortal being to finish the potion I text him back saying am on the way I grab my grimior put it in my backpack along some candles and other herbs that I know my brother doesn't have I walked downstairs to the kitchen and grab myself a water bottle I walked to the front door I open the door when it’s was thrown open It was Klaus and Elijah I was about to fall back but Elijah caught my arm I sighed as Klaus just continue to walk away without even apologizing or even greeting me I walked out the door thank Elijah before I completely left I got in my car and drove to my brothers place after I made it I immediately got my stuff and headed inside

He was standing by the cauldron putting something into it he stop when saw me I started to break down crying he walked over to me and brought me into a hug and comfort me and tells me that he isn’t worthy of my tears I started calming down we sat down for a bit and just embrace each other when I got myself together I pulled away from my brothers that started helping him we walked over to the over to the boiling potion he said that my blood was the last thing need, I grab the athame I slit my hand and drip my blood drip into the potion it gave off a puff of smoke after the smoke cleared Vincent bottle it and we set are way the Camille gravy when we got there I could feel a protection spell around it I shifted into my heretic hybrid form my eyes glowing yellow with slits like cat eyes I broke through the protection barrier

I wave my hand over her grave and layers of dirt and grass disappear until it gets to her coffin I levitated her coffin up until we can get to it I held it in air until Vincent grab her out of the coffin suddenly we heard some running coming towards us Vincent ran over to me I snapped my fingers and everything went back in place I grab Vincent shoulder and made us invisible soon the Mikaelson’s appear with a unknown woman I haven’t seen they Klaus was glaring at the witch I assume because nothing seems to be out of place The witch kept saying she felt the barrier break she convinced them to dig out the grave I Motion my brother to stop walking at silent our sounds so we wouldn’t be followed we made it to the car and drove off we got cut off by Klaus car I mentally cloak Camllie body before Klaus and Rebekah yanks my brother and I She let be go when she recognize me I nodded as she look apologetic and she looked over to Klaus I looked at him as well see him still having his neck around my brother neck let my brother down and held on to Klaus my brother move behind me I dropped Niklaus he falls to the ground hard he ran towards us Elijah tried to get him but he was moving to fast I stop him right before he got in front of us I held my hand telekinetic push him back as I walked forward Vincent had already got back in the car and was waiting for me, “ Klaus I be damn if you hurt my brother I let you get away with hitting me but I will not let you hurt my brother.” By now my eyes are changed again I never felt so much rage I moved him towards his car I opened the door telekinetic and throw him inside I locked it keeping him inside I walked over to Rebekah and Elijah and told them I’ll be staying with my brother for a bit while they were sad but understood why they got into their car and drove off I stayed out until I couldn’t hear or see the car anymore Vincent drove the car next to me I got in we immediately drove back to his place as soon we got the we went into a spare bedroom and we both immediately started the resurrection spell it took a lot of magic out of the both of us we finished and went downstairs it was gonna take her a while to wake up I know we are gonna need our energy back so I ordered some delivery for the both of us I thought of bro to go that a shower since was some dry and his own fresh blood on him I started researching the the soulmate location spell and potion it’s fine pretty steady there your soul may even be in another universe or multi-verse I know it was risky but I had to find my soulmate I need to be happy I didn’t realize how long I was reading over the spell until my brother was looking over my shoulder “ Are you really thinking about doing this spell.” He asked me, “Yes I am, I need to find my happiness brother even if that means I need to travel to another universe then I’m going to have my happiness no matter the consequences.

#the originals imagine #powerful!reader #powerful reader #best friend Elijah Mikaelson #black!oc #x black reader #black reader #witch reader #Vincent Griffith sibling Imagine #klaus mikaelson imagine #new universe #heretic reader #reqs open

[dmsr-art]

Trans girl Guts and Griffith anon

They fuck nasty at every opportunity, Guts belongs to Griffith after that first fight and she takes advantage of it to turn her trans butch girlfriend into a toy and force femmes her to embarress her. Casca gets in on it, and the two take turns spitroasting her. They get railed by Zod, and he flies off and they act like they beat him when everyone shows. Charlotte is getting pregnant, and the game is who gets to be the sperm doner. Guts hate fucks her in the snow when she leaves the band of the Hawk. Casca and Guts are taking turns on the birdgirl cock

#berserk #i imagined griffith forcefemming trans butch guts and blacked out #thank u anon #vee asks

[quibbs126]

Okay that got a laugh out of me

#it was so unexpected it caught me off guard #like I saw the end of that first page and was like “ah ship fuel” #but like it wasn’t serious #and then Guts’s reaction #it’s like yeah I imagine that’s how someone would react in that scenario #sorry I just thought it was funny #berserk #griffith #guts berserk #random stuff #oh also Griffith never says no

[80s4life]

Johnny Lawrence With An Egocentric Reader Headcanon

Word Count: 666 (oh shit, we’re summoning a devil)

Status: Requested!

Ask: im sorry that youre going through hard times ;( idk if its easier for you to write headcanons or drabbles but do what makes you feel comfortable. also, didnt ask you if you write for johnny lawrence, but if thats not the im sorry to bother! i wanted to ask you some hc or drabble, its same for me, of johnny x egocentric reader? sorry if there are any grammar mistakes, english is not my native language

@: a cute bilingual anon! (so talented by the way, I have trouble speaking any other language)

Fandom: Karate Kid Series - Cobra Kai

Relationship: Johnny Lawrence x Egocentric!Reader

Warnings: strong language, fluff

Key: All of Johnny’s words are bolded, while Reader’s is left in italics!

Masterlist Karate Kid Masterlist Cobra Kai Masterlist

{gifs are not mine, credits go to @kyrixxx​ & @filmgifs​ & @ewan-mcgregor​}

So hot, I’m frothing at the mouth

Young Johnny Lawrence:

You met at school, well, he saw you at school, you were too busy fighting the girls and their normal antics.

You were playing soccer with others while Johnny was too busy trying to catch the eyes of various other females as he stripped his shirt.

He tried to find every chance to get to you, and it wasn’t until he purposely slammed right into you with the claim of not seeing you while going to catch a football, did he finally accomplish his goal.

Knocking you to the ground, you easily got pissed and to his dismay, called him out on his bullshit:

“You did that on purpose, you Ass!”

“I didn’t do anything! It was a simple mistake, here let me help you up?”

“No, I got it myself, and stay the hell out of my way!”

From that day on, he was hooked. He didn’t know if it was your dominance and strength or your cutting edge demeanor; either way, he wanted you. BAD.

It was his duty to keep up on this game of cat and mouse, and each time, the blame was pinned on him (rightfully so) and turned away.

“Watch where you’re going!”

“Go torture someone else who’s more into you.”

“Leave me alone!”

It didn’t seem to matter what you did, he would always come back with these huge puppy dog eyes and a grin that could cut glass.

Maybe that’s what made you start to give into his charms?

When you finally allow him into your life, take you on dates and such, he often tries to pester you just to get you fired up. He thinks it’s hot, you think it’s utterly annoying and misleading.

“You’re trying too hard, Lawrence.”

“You’re pushing on the line of clingy.”

“Can I take a breather?”

Either way, you guys soon find a dynamic. Although you may seem self-centered and cruel to most, Johnny knows it’s just a perk that comes with the territory.

Whether this behavior was learned at home or by the way the world works, Johnny loves it and basically basks in it. It makes you tough, and like Sensei Kreese taught him, that’s what you need to survive; a skill Johnny has yet to master.

Older Johnny Lawrence:

As Johnny had aged, he learned the skill of having to fend for one’s self before tending to anyone else. This asset had instantly peaked his interest upon meeting you.

You, getting the job rather easily, tended to the children in the Cobra Kai dojo when class was in session, helping to guide and help instruct every motion the senseis provided.

Like younger Johnny, older version of him also found this very endearing and headstrong, allowing him to feel safe and comfortable around you, knowing you could handle yourself in most situations.

Yes, being egocentric is very selfish or self-regarding, but it works in his world. In a world where John Kreese and Terry Silver reside in, hell, even Daniel Larusso.

However, catch Johnny on a bad day, and that’s his favorite topic to target:

“You always so damn full of yourself?”

“Only when it means warding off self-centered pricks like you. You have stereotypes written all over your forehead!”

“You’re one to talk!”

“Like you have much to say in defense?”

In light of the topic, you’re both egocentric but don’t like to admit it (much to our dismay)

Besides your personalities constantly crashing, they also mesh well, having similar attributes that make you work.

ESPECIALLY when it comes to going head-to-head with Kreese and Silver. 

Johnny loves to step back and watch you fire on them, knowing that in the end, you’re seeking comfort for yourself of all things. You don’t let them corrupt you, which keeps making them come back, but Johnny knows where you stand. 

You’re loyal, and he couldn’t ask for anything better than a Bad Bitch like you.

#johnny lawrence #johnny lawrence x reader #johnny lawrence imagine #william zabka #william zabka x reader #william zabka imagine #billy zabka #billy zabka x reader #billy zabka imagine #billy zabka headcanon #william zabka headcanon #johnny lawrence headcanon #ralph machio #daniel larusso #danny larusso #john kreese #martin kove #thomas ian griffith #tig #terry silver

[dollwrites]

— ⟡ dizzy drabbles disclaimer !!

all dizzy drabbles are written when i am extremely high ( or, dizzy ) and they don’t contain a trigger warnings list. if there’s no indication by the request, you can assume that the fic is nsfw + probably dark-leaning, if not blatantly dark. noncon, dub con, and other triggering content may be present, read with caution ( enjoy your experience <3 )

just think about being femto’s chosen pet.

a hawk that should’ve been sacrificed with the others, and yet you lived. your former leader, the same as your former lover, was gone and in his place stood a looming, dark winged angel of death. however, a soulless crimson gaze remains fixed on you for what seems like hours and hours. clawed hands wrapped around the large, domed cage he’s trapped you in, as if he wants nothing more than to rip the door off and grab you.

at first, you cried and beg to be freed. you call his name in desperate shrieks. “Griffith, please! Let me out!” but, eventually, you realize that it will do no good.

femto has no reaction to your begs for mercy. he is stoic and silent, with ever-watching eyes that follow your every move. he doesn’t try to stop you from pulling at the bars- no, bones, of your cage. oh no, femto reaches his shiny, black arm into your cage, sharp claws extended, grasping for you.

though, of course, you stumble to the back wall of the cage, it is nowhere near big enough to hide from him. you turn your face, feeling the very tips of his claws, like daggers, drag along the fleshiest section of your cheek. you whine at the sensation, certain that if he applied any pressure at all, his claws would pierce your cheek. one, large thumb hooks against your jaw, pulling your face back towards him. you squint, but your body is too weak to fight against his command, and with a small sound of protest, you look up at him. he towers over your cage by at least a full head and shoulders, but his face is leaned so close to the bars that it is nearly pressed against it— his feline eyes pinned out. he looked like a beast, and you were almost surprised that he didn’t snort like one. but, you’d noticed, that femto’s chest didn’t rise and fall with breath, at all.

his obsidian talons scrape along the shape of your jaw, his thumbnail dragging against your trembling, lower lip. you wonder, as you cower in front of this demon king, if there’s a single inkling of Griffith left within him. did he, somehow, recall the taste of the lips that he touched, now? there was a glittering possibility in his eyes. as if he were deep in thought as they focused on your lips. however, his pupils started to dilate the lower his gaze, and his claws, traveled. tearing open your top with ease— as if shredding old parchment.

your chest heaved, up and down with ragged breathing as you whined and begged him under your breath not to hurt you, but he wasn’t listening. by the time his massive palm envelopes your bare breast, his pupils were so blown out that they possessed the entire eye, making them abysmal pools of wicked intent. he teases your taut nipple with his thumb and forefinger, squeezing experimentally before the sharp end of the nails poke and prod at the bud, causing you to squirm and pant, nervous. they nick your flesh, whether he means to or not, and a thin stream of rubies drip from your chest, running down the length of your belly. you gasp, and try once again to recoil from him, but the closer you press yourself into the opposite side of the cage, the closer he leans, until his body is up against the bone bars, and they creak from his weight.

“Don’t… touch…” you whisper, desperately, but it’s much too late. closing your eyes as you feel his cruel fingers tread lower, smearing your own blood into your skin before they delve between your quivering legs. you try to close them, but even his fingers are too strong to defy, and they press against your tender button hard. “A-agh!” you’re forced to bite back the sound of discomfort, the tips of his talons scoring at your most vulnerable core, the slick pads of his fore and middle finger pushing at your nether lips to spread your pussy open. your thighs, shaking but wide, do little to cover the full view of your cunt to the monster, whose smile is faint, and his tongue flicks at his own, vermilion lips. with the length of his ring finger, he rubs between your folds, pulled apart to grant him the access that he wants, and you feel the pressure from every inch of his long, thick digit. “M-monster…”

it doesn’t seem to bother him. in fact, you wonder if he even heard you. his eyes glued to your cunt, his finger rubbing from your clit to your hole, that clenches unwilling at the rough treatment. you hate that your clit swells and throbs against his finger, and that when he realizes, he focuses all of the pressure there, until you’re moaning and squirming, with tears in your eyes.

you don’t want it to feel good, but it does.

you don’t want to cum, but you do.

and you don’t want that to seal your fate as femto’s fragile, little fuckdoll. but it does.

#doll’s dizzy drabblin’ ⟡ #femto #femto x reader #femto x you #femto smut #femto berserk #berserk griffith #griffith berserk #griffith smut #griffith x reader #griffith imagine #berserk x reader #berserk x you #berserk #berserk smut

[cherry-pop-soda]

okay but does anyone listen to bronski beat and does anyone GET IT. they released an album, completely unashamedly gay, in the 80s, during the AIDS crisis, during a time of insanely rampant homophobia and over the top conservatism. they released an album with the age of consent for homosexual activity in every european country listed on the sleeve and the phone number for a legal advice hotline for queer people etched into the grooves of the vinyl. they released an album with the opening track dedicated to a hate crime victim, featuring vocals from an openly gay choir. they released an album with songs about homophobic violence, the dangers of following the bible too closely, about leaving behind everything you know and starting over, about homophobic family and homophobic bullying. they wrote about being gay and being proud of it and knowing that there is nothing wrong with who you are. in the face of all the hatred going on in the 80s they released an album that was in-your-face gay and fuck-you queer, and i love them for it.

(see original tags for a lot more commentary)

#bronski beat #for reference : the album is The Age Of Consent #the man the opening track “Why ?” was dedicated to was Drew Griffiths (who according to wikipedia was a #playwright who was victim to a homophobic murder in 1984) #and the choir was The Pink Singers (an openly gay men’s choir in London) #and like yeah. i know this very much centers gay men HOWEVER . considering everything like the time period and #how songs that would’ve been lesbian (see: Voices Carry by Til Tuesday) being basically straight-washed. and also how rampant homophobia wa #(so getting anything even a little gay released was hard bc it was likely to get smashed down by record stores and companies and #radio stations and music reviewers. and us ones particularly ) #in this case i don’t care whatsoever and besides they did something absolutely monumental for the whole community if you ask me #as a lesbian i am literally so grateful that this exists and i wasn’t even alive at the time. even now it makes me feel seen. #i cant even imagine what it would’ve been like for a queer kid in the 80s to hear that and maybe know they weren’t alone #so in conclusion: bronski beat i love you forever and jimmy somerville i love you forever

[ryuuna]

Messy Miquella sketch before I start rendering

I like to think when he awakens from his slumber he obtains the body he wanted but because of Mohg’s meddling he comes out a bit fucked up

#elden ring #miquella the unalloyed #ryuunart #tw blood #very berserk inspired cuz he gives me Griffith vibes a bit from the lore #until he comes out hopefully in the dlc I’m just gonna imagine that his first phase he keeps his beauty #but when 2nd phase hits he starts to resemble the arm we saw when he was in the cocoon #wip

[rere-the-writer]

Title: Witches and a vampire makes three part two

Pairing: Elijah M. x Witch!Black!Reader x Vincent G.

Warnings: Fluff, Protective!Elijah, Protective!Reader, Reader taking no bullshit, spicy, Vincent is just tired of Klaus

Masterlist - Headcanons

Elijah knew he fell deep and hard as he now couldn't imagine not having both you and Vincent by his side. But he also knew Klaus would want him back with family. Elijah didn't want to leave you and Vincent, so the vampire for once in his life chose to be selfish. Elijah woke up feeling your bare body pressed against his chest and heard Vincent in the kitchen. Elijah carefully removed hisself from you and slipped a pair of pants on.

"Look Freya, I can not tell Elijah what to do. If he doesn't want to live with family then leave him be." Vincent spoke to his phone that was on speaker with Freya on the other end from what Elijah could hear.

'Klaus is restless and wishes for Elijah to return to help him find the witch that helped Hayley.' Freya says making Vincent sigh while Elijah stepped into the kitchen wrapping his arms around the witch.

"Look I don't what to tell you Freya. As for the witch maybe Klaus could drop it." Vincent says feeling Elijah nuzzle his neck clearly wanting the witch's attention. Elijah hummed happily taking in Vincent's scent.

'Klaus wants to protect Hope, who is now in some swap with Hayley.' Freya said sounding annoyed with Vincent.

"Right....look I'll talk to Elijah but no promises. Elijah has gotten comfortable living with me." Vincent says hanging up and got back to making breakfast just letting Elijah cling to him.

"You should have stayed in bed, my love."

"And end up smothered by you and Y/N? No thank you." Vincent tells Elijah feeling a shiver run down his back when Elijah placed a delicate kiss on his neck. Both heard you come in and joined the pair snuggling up to Vincent's front.

"Why are you two being so needy this morning?" Vincent asked turning off the stove finishing up breakfast. You smiled wrapping your arms around Vincent's neck while Elijah nipped at Vincent's neck.

"Because you never stay in bed with us." You answered Vincent kissing the witch's jaw. Elijah chuckled pressing kisses on the inside of your wrist hearing Vincent sigh.

"How about we stay in today?"

"I can't Eli. The witches are worried about a new group of vampires and Vincent is going to help Camille solve murders." You answered Elijah pulling away from Vincent. Elijah made you squeal when he lifted you up while Vincent shook his head.

"Then allow me to join you today, baby." Elijah says running his nose along your thoat making him smile when you cupped his face.

You and Vincent had no interest in Elijah at first, only seeing him as the vampire that followed you both around. But one night Elijah protected Vincent from Klaus and from there you and Vincent couldn't help but fall for the vampire.

"Alright but fair warning witch meetings are kinda boring." You say giggling when Elijah pressed kisses on your face. Elijah placed you down so you three could get on with your day.

"Ma'am Regent....oh you brought Elijah."

"Elijah is just here to observe. No need to worry." You tell Sophie while Elijah watched holding an parasol over you to keep the sun off of you. You three made your way to the other witches, the Heads of the Nine covens froze seeing Elijah. They were confused seeing the Original be so soft with you, Elijah held your hand helping you walk up the steps.

"Now what is the problem with these new vampires?"

"They call themselves the Strix, Ma'am Regent. They are trying force covens to do magic for them. Half of my cove was killed for saying no." A witch tells you making you narrow your eyes.

One thing that was unspoken in New Orleans was that vampires don't move in on where a witch coven was and not to force them to do magic. Marcel knew this and left your covens alone for the most part as long as they did no magic. Marcel knew also to not move where there was covens because of the magic soaked grounds.

"Do this group have a leader?" You asked eyes dark with anger.

"They do." Elijah answered getting everyone's attention. Elijah swallowed feeling arousal flood his veins seeing the dark look in your eyes. Something about seeing you so angry made Elijah want to get on his knees for you.

"Take me to him."

To say Tristan was surprised to see his Sire with a witch was an understatement. Strix members went flying and Elijah had quickly grabbed Aya stopping her from attacking you. The windows shattered from the sheer strength of your magic and both Elijah and Tristan was in awe of you. There was a reason you were Regent.

"Back off of my witches, De Martel." You growled glaring darkly at the vampire.

"Ah Ma'am Regent. I was hoping for a meeting with you." Tristan says smirking finding you gorgeous and the look he gave you didn't get pass Elijah. The Original let go of Aya making his way to you and Tristan. You glared harshly at Tristan your magic sparking while outside a storm was beginning to rage.

"Your vampires are killing my witches so I suggest you stop them."

"I apologize, I shall fix the problem right away. I wasn't aware you knew my Sire." Tristan said making you blink because you thought it was going to be more push back. Elijah stepped up behind you now that you were calm and you felt the possessiveness roll off of Elijah.

Tristan picked up on the relationship between you and Elijah seeing how the Original didn't like him staring at you. You felt Elijah place on your lower back and saw him glaring at Tristan.

"Why are you here Tristan?" Elijah questioned his eyes narrowing at Tristan moving you behind him. Aya stood beside Tristan arms crossed looking at Elijah and you.

"Your life and Sire line is in danger. We came...."

"You're talking about the prophecy." You say stepping forward from behind your vampire getting Elijah's attention and surprising Tristan.

"Prophecy?"

"I shall tell you when we are back home. But Tristan if your vampires attack my witches again, I will kill you and no one will stop me." You said turning to walk away and Elijah stood back wanting to know why Tristan was in New Orleans.

Elijah followed you in to your shared home after meeting with the Strix to find out more of this prophecy. Elijah watched you ready to do a spell confusing your lovable vampire.

"I am going to channel the witch that saw this prophecy. A few seers told me someone was mudding the magic with this prophecy. You'll have to feed from me to see it."

"I see." Elijah says softly stepping up behind you tilting your head. You shivered feeling Elijah gently brushing your hair out of the way. Elijah placed a soft kiss on your neck then sank his fangs into your neck.

Elijah pulled away surprised with what he saw and began to lick up the blood off of your skin. You shivered feeling Elijah pulling you closer while leaving wet open mouth kisses on your neck.

"My beloved witch, I shall not fall."

"Elijah....the prophecy isn't real. Many of the seers say it is fake and they are worried Klaus won't take to it well." You whispered feeling Elijah hummed against your neck.

"Why fake a prophecy?" Elijah asked against your skin hearing your breath quicken when his hands began to wonder.

"It seems there is more to Tristan's visit." You said while Elijah moved you both to the couch.

"Then I shall find out what it is."

Vincent stared at Lucien who sat across from him and Camille. Lucien leaned forward looking at the human and witch. Vincent knew that Lucien was bad news, he found it odd how Klaus's First Sired was in town and right behind him was Elijah's. While Lucien knew Vincent was going to be protective of Elijah and the Regent of the Nine covens since the vampire's witch saw the relationship between the three.

"Look I am innocent. I just want to protect Klaus and you, Vincent want to keep Elijah safe." Lucien says while Camille looked to her friend surprised while the witch narrowed his eyes at Lucien.

"What does Vincent knowing Elijah have to do with this?"

"Does Klaus know that you and the Regent had became Elijah's lovers? Or how the Regent helped Hayley?" Lucien says watching Vincent sit up straight glaring at the vampire. And before Camille could say a word the door slammed open revealing an angry Klaus.

"So your Regent thinks it is cute to go against me? Do you think I would allow Elijah to be weaken by you witches?" Klaus growled heading for Vincent but before he could even touch the witch. Camille stepped in front of Klaus giving the hybrid a warning look.

"Klaus, don't harm Vincent. So what if he is dating Elijah, that doesn't make Elijah weak." Camille tells Klaus who was glaring at Vincent. It didn't surprise Vincent that Klaus didn't like Elijah taking on two lovers.

"The witches are using my brother. This is your plan to take down my family." Klaus growled glaring at Vincent who rolled his eyes moving to walk out.

"The witches has no interest in you, Klaus. If anything Elijah has smoothed things over between vampires and witches. The covens don't fear you knowing that Elijah will keep them safe."

"If you think I will allow this so call relationship. Then you are wrong Vincent." Klaus said storming out with Lucien following leaving Vincent with Camille. The human noticed how Vincent sighed before leaving also and now Camille was hoping this wouldn't end badly.

#rere's stories #elijah mikaelson imagine #elijah mikaelson x reader #elijah x reader #elijah mikaelson fluff #Vincent Griffith x reader #the originals imagine #Elijah Mikaelson x Vincent Griffith

[lettalady]

Imagine David Allen Griffith from The Watcher (2000) became obsessed with you and decide to kidnap you became you have to be his forever.

Hello nonnie dear! Let's see what I can come up with... ( hopefully this works! )

"Come on. One more smile for me."

"I really should be going. When do you think you'll have the photos ready to view online?"

"Oh," David smiles, running his hand through his hair and setting the camera aside. "I should have those ready in no time."

Finally he seems to be accepting that the session should be ending, well past the hours you'd booked. He'd talked you into a few more with a subtle change in lighting. Then a few more with a different background... and a few more in a different setting. Options, he'd offered with a shrug of his shoulder. Options were good, though there is such a thing as too many choices.

That's a tomorrow problem, or whenever he gets everything uploaded and sends you the link. Presently the problem you're facing is hunger, and convincing the photographer you'd selected to allow his client to leave.

"Thanks, again!" You try not to stall further, gathering your bag and moving towards the door. "I really appreciate your time. All of it."

"Yea."

The door to the studio won't open. You jiggle the handle again just to be sure. Nope.

It's locked.

#keanu reeves characters #david allen griffith #the watcher #imagine david allen griffith #keanu reeves movies

[blackfilmmakers]

Who would you have picked to voice shadow?

David Humphrey probably

#anon #thx for the ask #voice acting #David Humphrey #he played shadow in sonic adventure 2 #id suggest jason griffith but from what i remember he has strep throat #idk if that affects his voice acting now #if they got colleen to voice tails id imagine they can just get other veteren sonic voice actors to play these characters