#Jonathan Club

[tyrannosarahsrex8]

Welcome to the “whoops! I accidentally started got manipulated into starting the apocalypse!” Club. Members being Jonathan Sims and Mable Pines. They’re both ✨traumatised✨

Bonus comic

[ryan-waddell11]

happy 4/20 to them

[sydneighsays]

I drew some Jon cuz he's begrudgingly my favorite

[ID: Magnus Archives fanart of Jon Sims, a thin brown man with chin-length white-streaked hair. In the first piece, he frowns as he holds up a manila folder and says, "| know you guys hate me, but please stop hiding the statements.. I need them." The second piece shows him sitting on the floor of his office in front of his desk, biting his nails with a tired, distant expression. The lighting is dim and yellow. Captions show there's knocking followed by a muffled "Jon?"

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ID by princess-of-purple-prose

[see-arcane]

Van Helsing: "Madam Mina, by unanimous decision decided by me, you will no longer be participating in the Dracula Hunt."

Jonathan, thinking: Yes, good, keep her out of harm's reach! In fact, knowing the Count is next door, it's best to take her home and have our own little protections put up. The more distance between her and Dracula the better!

Van Helsing: "You must stay safely here in the asylum and be our precious motivational damsel cheerleader star. Also no informing you of anything until after all the work is done. Wouldn't want to scare you with anything too eerie for a fragile woman-heart, you know ha ha"

Suitor Squad, nodding: "What he said."

Jonathan, gritting his teeth simultaneously in 'We need these misc upper class guys' numbers and goodwill on our side' and 'Did You Just Now Forget the Part Where She Read My Whole Vampire Hell Diary and Shared It in Triplicate? Or Just the Part Where She Chased Dracula Down at Midnight in Her Pajamas in a Graveyard? Man, I guess amnesia is contagious because you must have fucking caught mine--': :)

Mina: "I...guess I'll go to bed, then."

Van Helsing: "Excellent!"

Quincey: "While you do that, let's go have our first man-mission right now and break into Carfax."

Van Helsing: "Alongside our good fresh-from-Dracula-PTSD friend, Jonathan, of course?"

Suitor Squad: "Of course!"

Jonathan, white-knuckling the table until it cracks: "Of course."

[warandpeas]

Book Club

[moominmammaonhero1n]

Bare bones kind of stuff but I’m posting none the less. Also if I genuinely opened commissions would anyone buy one?

[jonahmagnus]

TMA IF IT WAS A 2000s CHILDRENS LIVE ACTION SERIES

[Opening narration]

Hi, my name's Jon. Im a 7th grader, and kind of the smartest kid at school. Not that my bullies, Daisy and Basira, see me the same way, or let me have a day of peace, but genius is always underappreciated in its time.

[Scenes of him at school and Daisy and Basira being mean to him, knocking his books out of his hands, tripping him, etc. He has gigantic glasses and braces.]

I live with my older brother, Jonah, who is sooo annoying. All he does is play his keytar, modify his moterbike, hang out with his boYFrIeNd, and make fun of me for being smarter than him. Hes definitely moms favorite, which is totally not fair.

[Scenes of Jonah, a gender neutral young adult, messing around with a keyboard, changing the wheels on their bike, talking to a same-aged Mordechai Lukas, and holding a book above Jon's head and laughing.]

Then theres mom, Betty Holding. Their not really my mom, they dont have a gender, but it said "mom" as close enough.

[Scene of The Eye, a tall white person with long dyed blonde hair, cooking something while reading off a recipe book, before looking up, and winking at the camera.]

Yeah... mom is kiiiiind of the whole reason Im in this mess.

[Scenes of Jon finding a secret passageway in what appears to be The Beholding's offce, him in a dusty libray, and holding a book, with his friends (tim, sasha, martin, all also like 12,) leaning in to look.]

Oh right, did I mention Im currently running for my life?

[Cut to Jon & friends running from a weird monster thing down a hallway, before a freeze frame on them doing funny faces]

Listen, I'll look a lot less stupid if you let me explain it to you, okay?

[REWIND SOUND EFFECT]

[THEME SONG PLAYS, A CHIPPER UPBEAT GRAVITY FALLS ESKE REMIX OF THE TMA THEME]

[marksbear2]

Can I request DC Scarecrow giving head to male reader? Preferably the Arkham Knight version

Reader is tied up, his hands wrapped to the corners of the bed; same with legs. And Scarecrow is just sucking his dick at a slow pace. Idk if reader is naked or not, but Scarecrow is fully clothed.

I can just imagine Scarecrow just staring at reader the entire time, not breaking any contact, making reader get a bit shy.

In the middle, Scarecrow will pull out and proceeds to gently stroke reader with his hand (obviously the one without the needles) while complimenting him (Such a good boy, you’re cute when you’re shy, etc.) making reader become more timid, before sucking it again.

When reader says they’re bout to cum, Scarecrow just slowly goes deep and sucks the whole dick in his mouth as reader cums inside him. Then he pulls out and starts licking around the tip, eyes transfixed on reader. Reader begins to sleep, and Scarecrow unties him, says “Sweet Dreams” and leaves.

(Wait, imagine reader raising his hips up without thinking, causing Scarecrow to gag, and he just puts his hands with the needles close to reader’s neck as a “Do that again, and I’ll inject you” threat, and continues sucking while staring daggers at him, before eventually softening up and moves the hand away, causing reader to relax)

Can you tell I have too much time on my hands?

I love this request I like the way you think. Thank you and I absolutely love scarecrow. But hopefully I got the right version you wanted.

⚠️Warnings- pure smut, little bit long, tied up reader, blowjob, deep throat, throatpie, threatening, needles mentioned, orgasm torture, Stroking and jerking off, praising and compliments.⚠️

Johnathan ‘Scarcrow’ Crane x male reader

”Hah!~ mmph…Fu-fuck!.”

The noises escaped the male as his arms were apart tied onto the side of the bed. Your back was arched and slightly raised off the bed.

Though your eyes were looking up at the celling you felt eyes just glaring up at you. His mouth sucking and licking around your cock. You continued to let out heavy breaths.

“Enough— please enough.” You said with a sharp gasp as you feel him deepthroat your cock.

He was going so slow, and you hated it. You hated this slow and agonizing pace he was doing.

His tongue was licking around tracing the veins all the way up to the tip of your cock just to push himself back down on your cock.

Your jaw clenched as you softly gasped again. He was just toying with you at this point.

He treated you as if you were some damn dildo he could just suck and play with.

Working up the encourage you look down wanting to see the man who’s sucking your cock. Your back shivered once your eyes met his own. He was looking directly at you studying every inch of your movement. Scarecrow noticed the nervous glimmer in your eyes so he slowly pulled his mouth back letting your cock go with a ‘pop’

You immediately let out a sigh of relief but also pleasure. Then suddenly Scarecrow’s hand wrapped around your cock pumping and stroking it.

“Such a pretty little boy for me.” Scarecrow said as he squeezed his hand around your cock. His grip was rough and like he was taunting you.

“Hmph!~ fuck, fuck!~” You said in a rush mutter, his hand continued to jerk you off while he whispered in his deep voice compliments and praises.

You could barely pay attention to his words. Your hips rolled into his hand. As your wrist wiggled around and tugged against the rope that held his arms up and apart.

“Such a cute boy.” He said, how could he be praising you while having such a taunting tone as well. He watched as well as your arms tried to fight back from the restraint.

“How cute, you cannot handle teasing and your dick getting sucked.” Scarecrow said as he laughed in a taunting tone. You closed your eyes, feeling way too flustered and shy to keep your eyes on him.

Soon enough he put his head back down and began to suck your tip before slowly sucking half of your cock as he used his hand to pump the rest he didn’t have in his mouth.

As his head went down further his hand left your cock.

It was all feeling too good, and on instinct your hips thrusted forward catching Scarecrow off guard. You had your full cock deep inside his mouth without warning. He gagged in your cock, immediately choked once it reached the back of his throat causing him to cough around your cockS

You held your hips up until his hand grabbed you by your hip forcing it down as he pulled away from your cock and sat up looking at you.

Almost in a blur you suddenly saw his hand coming to your neck. You hitched your breath as your entire body tensed as you see the metal shimmer under your chin. It was a needle.

“Do that again, and I’ll inject you.”

“Do not test me, I would not hesitate.”

You were still slightly tensed as his eyes had a cold glare on you. It passed a good minute, it was a waiting game for which one of you would move person.

Slowly moving his hand away he stared up at you studying your movement. You hitched your breath feeling his mouth back around your cock. You could barely get passed the fact that he just threatened you, but his slow pace around your cock really ignored all the signals your head was giving you.

You were letting out desperate whines and moans as you felt your cock twitch in his mouth.

Tugging and struggling agasint the restraints from both your arms and legs as you felt your orgasm nearing. You held yourself back from thrusting upwards again but damn his mouth was doing wonders on you.

“Pull out, pull out I’m gonna cum!!” You said in a whiny tone warning him. That seemed to really catch his attention.

He stopped for a moment still having his mouth on your cock.

You let out a sigh of relief thinking that he’s gonna stop and let you just cum on yourself or on his face. But instead he goes down on you even more causing you to gasp and moan. Your legs wanted to curl and rise wanting to kick him off of your cock. Your stomach tightened as you tried to move away.

Slowly his nose is met with your pubes/skin having your full cock. Your cock twitched inside of his mouth and you squeezed your eyes shut letting out a loud and whiny moan as you shot your cum down in his mouth.

As your cock continued to pump its cum you felt his mouth swallowing the cum down his throat. You let out even more whimpers as you felt him continuing to suck you off.

He slowly pulled himself up stopping at the tip and sucking it off as well before pulling away with a ‘pop’ you were breathless as he was finally satisfied with you.

He stood up undoing the restraints legs first then arms next. He took his time just studying your exhausted sight. You arms were still tied before you eventually began to lull yourslef. Your body still had immense pleasure but also satisfaction enough to fall asleep.

Scarecrow noticed your sleeping figure and held your face stroking it his eyes fixated on you until finally cutting off the rest of the rope.

He was fully dress so he didn’t have to do much, he cupped your face and under his breath whispered “Sweet dreams.” Before gently laying your head down on the pillow before walking away.

He doesn’t spare another glance as he left the bedroom shutting the door behind him.

THE END

[stevemania]

eddie munson in st4 ˚ ˖𓍢ִ໋🧛🏻˚

[tmblr-university]

When you wake up and all your stuff is gone

Tumblr University's Charity Shoutout of the Week

[harbingerofsoup]

just as a retrospective, i love that this year we decided that jonathan maybe isn’t fully human, like yeah something’s off with our friend, we still love him tho

[tyrannosarahsrex8]

Local dorito tries to scare a depressed wet cat of a man, gets snapped in half

Like. Oh? You don’t want to admit that you killed your dimension? What to Feel Their Fear As They Died? That’s what you get for making Mable sad.

[stereo-arts]

Jonathan Sims, Head archivist of the Magnus Institute, London

[thai-09]

byler and heartstopper, my two favorite things

[izzysink]

𝐰𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬

𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎! 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 𝟷𝟽𝟺𝟿 ✎ 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑠: 𝑢𝑛𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑑 ✎ 𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 ✎ 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝟷 ✎ 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝟸 ✎ 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝟹

𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑝𝑜 = @lanalosty0uu - you should totally check out their steve x reader time travel fic here on Tumblr!

I'm currently undecided on who to pair the reader with atm lol 🌝 but that means that it's kinda up to you 🫵 :0 if you have a character you'd like for the pairing, drop a comment and if I like them or feel it fits with the story I'll use them!! but!!! I won't write poly so you've gotta pick one 😔 ik ik it's a hard choice babes I know you can do it!! can you tell I like exclamation points

“I’m heading out! I’ll be back after my comp-sci class!” you call to your friend Hannah from the door of your dorm at Hawkins Community College, waiting a moment for a sleepy response from the pile of blankets at the end of your roommate’s bed. You shut the door, not bothering to lock it because you knew Hannah had a class pretty soon anyway. You whistle down the small corridor of the singular dormitory for HCC, checking your bag for the essentials; laptop, phone, charger, wallet, keys. 

You’d never expected to end up in Hawkins. Your parents had envisioned you going to an ivy league since you were little, enrolling you in extracurriculars and tutoring as soon as you could read and write; but you didn’t really want that for yourself, you weren’t the best at school - not the worst, but you weren’t yale level, like your parents wanted. After your parents insisted you only apply for places like Harvard and MIT, it didn’t surprise you that by the end of senior year you had no college to drive off to like so many of your friends. You had scrambled to find a place at any college that would take you, scraping the barrel for empty spaces, until a college from the middle-of-nowhere-Indiana, Hawkins, accepted you and your average test scores for a computer science course.

Walking to the campus, you check your phone, giggling at the bickering of your friends on the group chat and the tiktoks Hannah sent you last night. Hawkins Community College has its own campus, but it uses the old high school building as well (a new building was made for Hawkins High in the 2000s, and the old one went out of use until the community college picked it up and refurbished it for the Arts building).

You didn’t have any arts classes, but there was a little known shortcut through the old high school building to the main college campus, and you had made the route your little ritual of the week. It calmed you to walk through the old halls and be saturated in that old school smell and oil paints, getting to see unfinished paintings hung on the walls to dry or works in progress sat against the wall. There was a corridor on the way to the shortcut that was lined with shelving units, all stuffed full with bowles and sculptures and mugs. Your favourite little ritual was to see which ceramics had been kilned, picked up, or painted each week you had your comp-sci 101 class. 

This week, the swirling set of green plates you’d been eyeing for yourself had disappeared, whisked away by their creator. In their place sat an array of little figurines, you guessed they were for a board game of some sort with their angry poses and weapons, axes and magic wands held delicately in their hands. You were entranced in the precision and detail of the mini figures, quiet admiration floating in your mind as you continued on to your class.

The shortcut was just through a door on the left, it led into a small, little used drama room that had a back entrance door to the yard of the lecture building of Hawkins College. Checking your bun in the glass of the old classroom door, you made sure your claw clip was still in place as you opened the door and–

A chorus of sound burst from the dimly lit room, a small group of high school boys sat around a table in matching black and white shirts, a boy your age with a mop of curly hair sat at the head of the table on a plush armchair. The table was filled with dice and figurines and pens and paper, you guessed it was DnD, you had a couple of friends back home who played, and you’d even sat in on a couple of sessions with them before deciding it wasn’t for you.

As soon as you were noticed, all sound stopped, their faces turning to you in surprise. “Oh my god I’m so sorry,” you said, inching past the table towards the back door, “I didn’t realise this room was being used, I’ll be out in a moment don’t worry,” you flash a sheepish grin to the hoard of teenage boys gaping at you. Insecurity bubbled in your stomach a bit, they’re like 12, you thought, snap out of it, you’re in college now! 

Nobody replied, which you thought was a bit rude, but oh well, you had a degree to earn, and you probably wouldn’t see them again anyway. You opened the back door to head to the IT building, but when you stepped outside, it felt like you were sucked into an 80s time capsule, neons and shoulder pads and straight leg jeans assaulted your eyes from every corner. Also, why were there so many teenagers? The high school was a 20 minute walk away from the college. You got a couple of odd looks from some seniors, all decked out with massive hair and even bigger earrings, you could tell some cheerleaders were judging your outfit, which, rude, you thought you looked pretty cute today. You were wearing some baggy low waist jeans with the mini Ugg boots you’d gotten for Christmas a few months earlier, as well as a baby tee with a cute cat graphic on the front. To top it all off, you’d worn your favorite jacket and some little hoop earrings.

Walking backwards, you went back into the minor safety of the inside, at least the drama room had less kids having an 80s phase. You paused once the door shut with a click, looking around confusedly at the room you hadn’t noticed when you walked through seconds prior. You were pretty sure that whiteboard wasn’t there before, the same with that rack of costumes and those desks piled in the corner. The thing that caught you off guard the most was the writing on the whiteboard. There, marked in neat red pen, was the date 10/03/1986.

The hell? 

You tried to ignore the boys sitting around the table who were obviously staring at you as you fished your phone out of your bag, checking the date, yeah, 10/03/2025. You looked up and down from your phone to the whiteboard a couple times before awkwardly walking back to the other door. You’d take the long way then. 

You opened the door before immediately closing it again. 

Hell. No. 

“You okay there, princess?” your head snapped up to meet the eyes of the guy at the head of the table. Looking at him more closely, he looked like a total 80s metal head, crazy hair and rings on each finger. You mouthed a response, not really knowing what to say, I’m stuck in an 80s revival high school, surrounded by teenagers with big hair and all of the dates on the walls say it's 1986 when last time I checked it was 2025 and I’m late to my comp-sci class and-, you get the point.

Since you figured you didn’t have anything else to lose you asked, “sorry, um- where am I?” A younger boy, you guessed a freshman, with baby fat and a mess of curls made a face at your response, “Hawkins High?” he answered with a lisp blinking at you confusedly as you panicked over the new information. How could you have gotten from your college to a building 20 minutes away?

Scratch that, what the hell was going on?

“Okay, thanks,” you say distractedly as you think of what to do next, you look back to the eldest boy, you really needed to catch his name, “Do–” you were cut off by the bell, a lethargic pickup of footsteps outside the door telling you that it was lesson time next, not the end of school.

A chorus of groans rang out in the room as the boys got up dejectedly to get to their next class. You were swept up in the wave of kids exiting the room before you could get another word in edgewise and you found yourself back in the middle of an 80s tornado as the boys dispersed to their respective classes.

The one who had sat at the head of the table leant against the wall as you stood in the middle of the corridor, marveling at the disappearance of your favorite pottery shelves, instead replaced by school lockers and wall decals with various Hawkins High memorabilia. Students swerved around you, giving you odd looks and confused faces, you were clearly in the wrong place.

When the corridor emptied and the halls quietened, the boy spoke up, “I take it you’re not from around here? I’m Eddie,” you spared him a glance before introducing yourself. Don’t get you wrong, he seemed sweet and all, but your mind was a little preoccupied to engage in small-talk.

You decided to at least leave the school, it would be really awkward if a teacher found a college student just wandering the halls, but then again, looks like we’re in the 80s now, and from what your parents had told you about growing up in the 80s, most people wouldn’t care that much about some rando in the school.

You thought it better not to test your luck. “I’m… gonna go,” you tell Eddie, not waiting for a response before beelining it back the way you came. Navigating the hallways, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of wonder at how different everything looked, how there was still art on the walls, but done by different people, there were club posters smattered around the school, basketball tryouts were next week apparently, and the walls were almost pristine compared to the paint and grime smudged college block it had become almost 40 years in the future.

You sped-walked through the front office, trying to make it seem like you weren’t not supposed to be there, and burst into the midday sun, tension melting out of your muscles immediately once you escaped the high school.

You stood there for a few minutes, wondering what to do. You didn’t want to even think the utterly stupid idea that kept prodding at your mind. Worried that if you allow yourself to question it that you’d go insane. Not that this situation wasn’t already insane.

You heard your stomach rumble. Well, food didn’t seem like such a bad start.

𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑟𝑒𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑠! 🤍

[crownedinmarigolds]

GOD! What have you done? You're a pink pony girl and you dance at the club!

I love this cover of Pink Pony Club by Jonathan Young and his singing voice is how I imagine Ralph's singing voice...... so here's my Ralph as a rhinestone cowboy. ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Forgive me and my indulgent in-between comms sketch...