#The Monsters Three

[allmonstershere]

NYE JMart snip?

It's more likely than you think! Happy peace out to 2024, y'all! Enjoy :)

He’d just sipped a bit of his tea as Jon checked in, and he almost forgot to swallow when his hand rested against Martin’s leg. Simple in the way everything else had been ‘simple’ that night. No need for grand gestures or airs, and Martin wasn’t looking for Jon’s languishing hospitality skills when he’d stepped through the door. He offered the other man a smile, lowering one hand to cover Jon’s on his leg and bravely leaning forward so he could brush a light kiss on his jaw. He deftly tipped his head to avoid colliding with Jon’s mug, feeling the warmth of it against his cheek as he let his lips touch the edge of soft skin right above Jon’s beard, stealing a deep breath of him shamelessly. Not at all dissimilar to the way Jon had tucked his head close and breathed as they paused for a kiss in the park. “Everything is lovely, Jon,” he said, resting that truth carefully on a thick, downy murmur of, “thank you.” Of course he wouldn’t have to explain what he was thankful for; those two little words stretched and tangled and weaved their way around the way Jon looked at him, threaded their fingers together without hesitation, cradled his face before a kiss, set out a mug for him, laughed with him, was playful with him, drew him into a fire with a leg hooked over his hip and a hand in his hair. And that was just tonight. The fibers of his gratitude thinned, filled more with all that had come before it. Jon’s lack of faith in him becoming trust, the knife edge of his words betraying the kind-not-nice at the core of him, the way he existed so unapologetically as Jon Sims, a man Martin had grown to love unreasonably and with an undeniable fervor. And, if the truth at the corner of Jon’s smile, his words, the lighter in his pocket, his frantic heartbeat under Martin’s knuckles, could be believed — well, that love was shared, seen, acknowledged, welcome. Here, of all places, Jon’s sanctuary, where Martin of all people was allowed to be.

[trudlejack]

(+part 2)

[monstersovka]

three of swords ✶

[georgiacooked]

"....Can I have a Cigarette?"

So remember when I said I wanted to try sketches for every episode of TMA...

[askfordoodles]

I just noticed when Ozzie appears behind Fizz, the initial explosion shows his sigil for exactly ONE frame (replacing Mammon's sigil we've seen plastered throughout the episode). I just thought it was a neat little detail, Asmodeus essentially summoned himself in that moment.

[sweetmapple]

@alberichfanpage mentioned that Freyja talks about Jerren but even if we had the option to ask Ansbach about Varre, I’d imagine we’d get something like this

[potato-lord-but-not]

John doing his best at being honest and Noel doing everything in his power to be as dishonest as possible, and he’s failing.

[keferon]

Monster hunter au part 9

I wanted to cook a bit more fluff before I get back to drama hehe

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[little-alien-duck]

if I were doctor who showrunner I would instigate a policy that every season should have one episode where the stakes are so low. like the worst possible outcome is our characters are incredibly embarrassed, just some good low stakes shenanigans (pranks, good-natured competition, etc) however I would also instigate a policy wherein every season should have one episode that lacks violence entirely but is still so wildly fucked up and unsettling that you are afraid to go to sleep that night and haunted by it for years to come. these two episodes CAN be back to back. 

[politedemon]

YOUR MONSTER (2024) dir. Caroline Lindy

[ylkl]

3 vs 1 (3)

[allmonstershere]

A little JonTim, for those who'd like it :)

“I’m willing,” Tim said, pleased when his voice didn’t quaver, despite the nerves trying to wiggle uncomfortably under his skin. Let me. He turned his whole body to Jon now, unable to miss the light in his eyes, glinting behind the spectacle frames that surely were of no use to him now. Tim wasn’t sure what made him so confident that Jon’s glasses were merely a prop, a staple of him, not actually providing any assistance to his vision. No, some part of him would’ve bet money Jon could see just fine now. Not just in a spooky sense, for surely the Beholding let him see so much that wasn’t there to the naked eye. But physically, his eyes were perfect, twenty-twenty, as it were. A desire struck Tim then, a jolt, a current through him, ending at a twitch of his hands where they’d come to rest. Even if it would’ve been better to ignore the instinct, the fragment of memory it rustled up in him woke from a long-buried sleep and yawned to life. Jon, hungry, eyes bright, blind trust that what Tim would give him would be good. Every part of him felt it as he blinked slowly, eyes now amber with flecks of grey instead of the other way around. Let me. Tim reached out, slowly, giving Jon ample time to move away. He leaned into the motion, closer than he perhaps ought to, acknowledging the sharp bite of his fear dulled by something warmer, something more urgent. Whatever was on the other side of this night, he’d decided he wanted to give this to Jon, and if he was allowed, he wouldn’t pull back. His fingertips brushed Jon’s temples, and he slid them further back until he hooked them under the arms of his glasses. With care, he gently slipped them from around Jon’s ears so he could pull them free. He felt the draw of a deeply verdant gaze immediately the moment the hindrance was removed. His lips parted to take in a breath, and he tasted Jon’s scent on the back of his tongue. Exhaustion and hunger, the Archives, the Archivist, his soap and the curl conditioner he used. Tim closed his eyes momentarily, took another deep breath, that deceptively light tug along his awareness trickling under his jaw, behind his head, prickling, a reminder of what he’d promised to do. “Ask me,” he murmured, low and heavy, with the same steady intensity with which he’d told Jon he needed this. “I’m ready.” Let me.

[future-crab]

In retrospect, it’s pretty funny that the two things in the Magnus Archives that the ‘encase it in cement’ strategy were used against were:

an immortal supernatural entity trying to spread a deadly plague to bring about the apocalypse, and

a very large pig

[floweroflaurelin]

The Final Flame 🕯️

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“We’re all just candles in the dark.”

[snailmomma]

Screenshot redraw time!!!

[somerandomcockroach]