#gideon x john

[alexeishostakoff]

Before there’s Gideon the First, there’s a man called G--. G-- has this best friend, has had him since they were both broke brown boys trying to make it out of the deadends they were drowning in, has been had by him since the very first day. G-- has this best friend, and he loves him, and his friend asks him to take a suitcase nuke to Melbourne, and G-- doesn’t say Anything for you, John, G-- just does it.

G-- is atomized and Gideon is resurrected. John rebuilds him from memory and an arm he cut off of G-- before he left, not that Gideon knows that. This body is the only one Gideon’s ever known, so it shouldn’t feel so wrong, but it. Does. A stretched out thing of muscle mass, at times too bulky or too frail, bits soldered together in a clunky mess. Gideon’s soul is awkwardly shoved into his skin, and he hones the whole of it into the finest weapon this galaxy’s ever seen, and it hurts every time he swallows for ten thousand years.

Gideon’s lips are not his own. His cavalier - no, he’s hers, before she’s his. Her necromancer, her Gideon. They say John and Pyrrha are the only two people Gideon listens to, the only two people to get him to do something he wouldn’t do himself. Augustine and Mercymorn ascended hours before, and Pyrrha hands Gideon his spear with one untrembling motion, and tells him to kiss her before he plunges it into her chest. He does, and it leaves his mouth bloody and numb, and he sits there for hours until she is cold in him, and they call him the Saint of Duty.

The thing is that. Sometimes, Gideon forgets. He wakes in a room with no memory of walking there. Cassiopeia references a conversation he doesn’t remember having. When he blinks once, Cyrus’ funeral passes him by. He finds himself terrified to sleep lest he miss another moment, and he knows then that he is insane. He cannot trust his mind, and so he hands over every last scrap of his faith to John instead, and it is from him that he takes all direction.

This body is a horror show. It is a constant cave in. He is not invulnerable; he breaks and he mends again. Flesh knits together, bones clatter into place, neck twists one hundred and eighty degrees to right itself. It is detached. It is not himself, but he is not himself, there is something else rattling around in this husk of him, and he does not know what it is. He puts his faith in John. He puts his faith in John. Salvation, to fight and die for him. He fucks him once, bruisegrip on his hips in John’s flagship, and he does not kiss him.

This, then, is to be Gideon: a string of orders, a constant motion. A love, an utter terror. He believed in something once, he did. He’s never been a fool, though he’s always been a landmine, always waiting for the right time to detonate. Hard way to live. Good way to die.

He finds a little moon once, a solid place to farm, twist his everunbroken fingers around a plow instead of a spear. He thinks about it whenever he comes to, cold and unsure of how he got there. He wonders if this thing inside him knows about it too. Wonders if one day, he’ll just wake up there, knuckle deep in the soil, and if he’d ever walk away for anything else.

He doesn’t know that he could. He doesn’t know that he wants to. They die like this: CyrusUlyssesCassiopeiaCytherea, and he hopes John’ll forgive him if he’s next on the list.

[lno-x]

Hello, sad eyes

[unreachedgalaxy]

some anastasia the first for your tl today. i have always thought anastasia's was the first tongue to be sewn and her jaw-only facepaint is why the ninth house skull is jawless. anyway can't wait for alecto the ninth to release and prove me wildly incorrect

[nonas-third-tantrum]

what if tlt characters had twitter

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4

[theriverbeyond]

reblog with your version!!

[youshouldjustliveinmychurch]

*Locked Tomb Spoilers*

Love the way Tamsyn Muir is using the trope of the beautiful dead girl from 19th century literature for her own purposes. It’s giving Emily Dickinson and I love her for that. It’s this image used by Gothic male writers (like Edgar Allen Poe who is directly referenced in relation to Alecto) that glorifies the beautiful, dead woman as the pinnacle of womanhood almost. She’s beautiful and sans personality and agency, which is a sickening symbol when you think about it. The idea of John purposefully crafting Alecto to look like a Barbie doll further enforces this idea of her as his plaything. The idea of Alecto as this incredibly power entity full of rage is so appealing because it’s Tamsyn’s way of exploiting the trope in her own book full of Gothic trappings. Alecto’s creation was the result of John stealing her agency and he locked her in the tomb because people were afraid of her. She is dangerous and unpredictable and full of justified rage. I love it. It also overlaps significantly with the idea of the beautiful dead princess in the coffin. A lot of TLT vibes remind me subtly of Dickinson to be honest. 

I think overall Tamsyn’s thematic arc in these books is actively pushing against the idea of a beautiful dead thing being the pinnacle of desire/great purpose. She does this through Alecto as a character, Harrow’s guilty devotion to a religious death that’s keeping her from pursuing her desires (see “She walked to death like a lover”), and Gideon’s constant need to sacrifice herself (tied to a lack of self-worth). The story is pushing towards expanding upon the “You could have lived for her” line in Nona because as much as these books have trappings of death, they’re about learning how to really live and love in a cruel world.

[lulublack90]

Prompt 20 - Manegro Potion

@wolfstarmicrofic March 20, word count 465

The Marauders had always been pranksters. Even before they’d started calling themselves Marauders. But since Sirius and Remus had gotten together, the pranking had escalated. It was as if their being together had opened up a new pranking platform. 

Today’s prank involved a vast amount of Manegro Potion that Sirius had charmed the House Elves out of the way so Remus could pour the potion into the barrels of Pumpkin Juice and all the tea and coffee pots. They’d even put it in the water pitchers and placed a glamour over them so they appeared empty. It was going to be massive. 

Remus, Sirius, James and Peter watched with glee on their faces as the entire school, including the professors, all enjoyed their breakfasts and drank their beverages.

It started slowly. Emmeline Vance’s ponytail grew from halfway down her back to the edge of the bench. Gideon and Fabian Prewett grew matching mullets, and Marlene's fringe snuck down into her eyes.

Soon, the entire school was sprouting hair at an alarming rate. Snape’s greasy locks looked even more like curtains as his hair grew down to his waist. Dumbledore looked like a yeti as his already long hair and beard flowed across the floor. 

Remus jabbed Sirius’s side and pointed at the Slytherin table, where Regulus sat in horror as his hair grew to the same length as Sirius’s. 

“Ha, mini Sirius!” James barked out loud enough for Regulus to hear him, and pure rage covered his face. Sirius didn’t find it funny either and sulked until he saw Peter lift a glass of water to his lips. 

“PETER!” But too late. Peter drank the potion. 

“What? What?” He squeaked as his sandy hair grew from his head. 

“Peter, we did say not to drink anything at breakfast.” Remus shook his head at his friend. 

“Oops,” Peter blushed as his face disappeared under his mop of hair. 

Sirius snuggled into Remus’s side. 

“Remus, my love. I think we have outdone ourselves.” He sighed happily as they observed the chaos they had caused. 

“SIRIUS BLACK, REMUS LUPIN!!! DETENTION!!! ONE WEEK!!!!” They flinched as Professor McGonagall screamed at them as she hurriedly undid the rapidly expanding neat bun at the back of her head before the weight of it caused neck damage. 

They turned to James, wondering why he hadn’t been given detention as well and nearly fell off the bench as they laughed uncontrollably. James, feeling left out, had drunk the potion-laced pumpkin juice and currently, his thick, messy, black hair was growing straight up and showing no signs of falling. Sirius and Remus looked at each other, tears of joy spilling from their eyes as they silently decided that the week of detention had been worth it just to see James’s two-foot-tall tower of hair.     

[st4ined-glass]

“You prepared to die with the Locked Tomb on your lips but your idiot dying mouth rounded out three totally different syllables, and they were syllables you did not even understand.”

—Harrow the Ninth Prologue

ehh??? EHHH?????

[ifyourereadingthisblinktwice]

me when one character carries a terrible weight on them that they feel the need to hide and bare on their own and they are forced to be with another character who is so terribly devoted to them to the point of destroying themselves to be of service

[hannahhook7744]

Senior Ball Outfits For Julieanna Foulfellow x Pin please ?

[reveluving]

update:

I'm not even a quarter thru writing the fic and suddenly, we got john, alejandro, gideon AND graves living in my head rent-free

[lno-x]

Absolutely love all your tlt character designs!!!! I was wondering if youve ever drawn Wake? Id love to see your design for her

Thank you!

I know the question was more about the design of the Wake than the genetic dominance that John (unfortunately) gained an advantage in, but I was just wondering how much I could convey their relationship in appearance.

I think the one thing that Gideon get from Wake is red hair, acne and angry issues. The other stuff is John work

Silly bonus

[tobytheeggo]

How the JW x SPVTW AU is going

I might change around some people since OC’s from my friends + characters from other movies will be added and stuff, but this is what I have as of now

I mainly didn’t use their actual movie selves because of hair and the lack of formality in this AU so everyone’s hair will be drawn differently other than Ares for the most part‼️

The rundown

Santino - Scott Pilgrim

Ares - Kim Pine

Gianna - Stacey Pilgrim (but instead his older sister)

Marquis (Vincent) - “Envy” Adams

Chidi - Todd Ingram

Caine - Lucas Lee

John Wick - Gideon Graves

[nonas-third-tantrum]

gideon's having mixed feelings about father's day

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[theriverbeyond]

john about harrow

[haphazardlyannotated]

AU where Jod decides to fill the Lyctor shaped hole in his heart with his frozen planet girlfriend(?).

Harrow wakes up very confused. Even more so than Jod.

Jod: Harrow, it's not that I'm unhappy to see you, but what the heck are you doing in my anthropomorphic planet?

Harrow: Well, I was at Canaan House with all the dead house heirs and my former cavalier who was blown up by my marshal/first father figure, and we decided to summon a guy from my ex cav's poetry- WAIT, WHERE'S MY ACTUAL CAVALIER; IS GIDEON OKAY?

Jod: Oh yeah, she's fine. She's the Crown Prince now.

Harrow: MY AUs ARE BECOMING REALITY?!?

Jod returns to whereever he left Gideon and Ianthe like "Hey, funny story, guess who else has funky body swap shenanigans going on?"

Gideon loses her shit. Ianthe very deliberately puts out her cigarette and goes "I can work with that."

Harrow meanwhile is unknowingly mirroring Nona by trying to kiss her reflection.

Gideon: (desperately trying to joke through the tears) You know, Harrow, when I told you to go fuck yourself I didn't mean it literally.

Then they have a full blown screaming match that somehow ends with them making out for half an hour.

Gideon: Holy shit, Harrow, you're a necrophiliac.

Ianthe: Guess I should get Babs' body out of cold storage.

Gideon: GROSS!

Gideon: Also, HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN WATCHING?!?

Harrow: I am going to kill both of you.

She does not kill both of them.

When Harrow and Nonafinally meet they simultaneously try to negotiate the extension of current body custodies ad infinitum. Both of them are 100% convinced that they're getting the better end of the deal.

Gideon is suffering.

Ianthe is amused.

Harrow has to face the fact that she may be acquiring a harem.