#i havent been john in

[skeletood]

[micdixart]

I went to scotland a couple months ago and behold the results

[exhaustedalien]

pls accept jovier sketch dump

[kayomin]

[ryssbelle]

Had a silly dream where JD and Floyd came back to the troll tree before the last trollstice but after singing killed their grandma and decided to doodle and expand upon it a bit

Clay never left the tree but was too scared to return to the families pod since he didn’t want things to go back to how they were before, he did try to find his brothers during the escape but got separated by the cave in.

John Dory was the one to find Clay and see him get caught by the cave in, when he came out of the tunnel without Clay and holding his wristband they all just assumed he was dead. Even so JD still searches for Clay with the hope that he might’ve escaped and is alive out there.

They know Bruce is alive but after JD got the post card he assumed Bruce didn’t want to be found

Some more doodles that kind of show their dynamic

Also-

JD always brings home souvenirs for the brothers both as an apology for being gone for so long and also because of this:

[laswells-ashtray]

Nikolai likes sparring with John, it's no secret. Everyone assumes it's for the view, John sweaty, muscles tensed and snarling like a wild beast. While that certainly doesn't put Nikolai off, in fact it gets him off but that's a later problem.

To Nikolai there's something inherently erotic about a man who can fight back, someone who can do damage to him just as easily as Nik can injure them.

He's a big man, he's strong and the people that tend to crave his attention the most are people with a smaller build who need a big man to take care of them.

John doesn't. John could break his nose just as quickly as Nikolai could fracture the wrist of the hand he's using. He doesn't need Nikolai, he wants him. They could tear eachother apart like wild animals and drives Nikolai fucking wild.

He likes it when they spar. Walking away with bruises from hits that he genuinely couldn't block, getting pinned and struggling to get out from under John, it's foreplay to him.

[common-world-domination]

JOHN: he doesn't have a dog?

DAVEPETA: B33 < maybe hes talking about karcat

and then they all watched the mlp:fim movie and proceeded to get into a heated argument over character analysis afterward. john interrupts them all by going "well i like pinkie pie! she's silly." and they all just stop arguing and are like yeah. yeah pinkie pie is silly.

[yeyinde]

So I had a thought recently, but I have no one in my life who would understand the machinations of my mind that led me to this thought nor how dearly I cling to it now and for no other reason than I think it would be goddamn fantastic. So hear me out: isolated, lonely, incredibly possessive Lighthouse Keeper John Price x Selkie (not used to being in human body) Reader…

serious question. where have you been all my life?? whatever machinations are going on inside your head are just *chefs kiss*

but also. i love this. i've been itching to do something moody and morose—that sort of midwinter, blue-orange feeling—and i was thinking bearwalker Price or fargo-esque Price but this is IT!!

and maybe selkie!Reader is a bit animal-like when it comes to humans—a wary sort of fear, but a genuine curiosity that brings them closer—and having spent their whole life in the sea (the last of a dying breed)—they're incredibly naïve. they trust him. so when he says "we're married," they just. accept it.

and i'd love for Price to hunt mc in the beginning, too. i can see him standing on the lookout deck of the lighthouse, firing shots at this shape in the water. and maybe that's what makes you wash up on shore. he goes to look at what he shot and he finds you. finds your skin. takes it. hides it.

Price teaches them what it means to be married. lil corruption kink sprinkled in. a whole lotta "you're my wife." they inadvertently feed the monster inside of him, this festering loneliness (sea madness).

i'm so in love with this. i love when humans corrupt the monster because sure, we're altruistic. we saved this poor creature but also. we're possessive and greedy and to Price—he saved you. no one else. him. you owe him something, don't you?

AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!

messy little snapshot of their relationship i whipped up quick is under the cut

"Now you," he prods, and leans back on the chair, knees spread as you wobble around in his lap, getting used to the feeling of having such long, limberous legs. His hands fall to your bare thighs, holding firm as you squirm around. Restless little thing.

"Me?" You echo, blinking at him with wide, wet eyes. That's the only part that really marks you as other in this skin. Glossy, black. Too wide. Too animal. The colour beneath is slowly peaking through the inky murk, bleeding in the longer you stay on land, but it's obvious that you're not human.

His cracked, sea-dried knuckles brush over the curve of your cheek, petting the silken, human skin that you say fits too tight. He thinks it's perfect.

"Yes," he grunts, shifts his weight. "Do what I just did to you. Lemme see if you were payin' attention like you said you were. Wanna be my good little wife, don't you?"

There's a knot between your brows. The innocuous urge to tell him that you don't have a choice when he's holding your skin hostage puddling on the tip of your tongue, but he slides his hands over your flanks, feeling the powder softness of your skin under his fingers, nails catching in a quick grip. A reprimand. It leaves in a huff. A shuddering breath.

You're still getting used to the sensation of hands on your body. Still acclimating to the one you wear—chock full of nerves, a basin of raw, undulled sensation that you don't feel when you're a seal. The pelt a protective armour against it that humans don't have.

A kinder man would have slowed down. Let you get used to the feeling. Maybe even gave you back your skin and let you choose.

But that's not him.

No. He digs the tips of his fingers into the meaty back of your thighs and pulls you closer against his groin. Chest to chest. Nearly face to face if he didn't have a whole head over you.

"C'mon," he urges, belly warming at the way you gasp when your naked core meets the cold metal of his belt. "I'm not a very patient man, love."

Your hamstrings tighten under his palm as you lift yourself up, eyes still wide and wet and unbearably curious as you press your slick, warm mouth to his in a clumsy pastiche of the kiss he gave you moment ago.

You taste of the ocean. Briny. Seafoam. Kelp. He groans a little into your clumsy, almost childish attempt to replicate what he just did to you—slick little tongue brushing over the seam of his mouth, drenching the wry curls that over his lips. It's too wet. Too slick. No finesse.

But his cock throbs in heavy, angry pulses under your ass. Aching already. He groans into it, sliding one hand up the oil-slick skin of your sides until he reaches the delicate slip of your throat. Wrapping a hand around it until he he feels your pulse thunder against his thumb. Pretty thing.

He can't wait to teach you something else you can do with this pretty little mouth, that slippery little tongue—

[cryptid-stuff]

Been very hyperfixated on CoD... so forgive me for ghoap art ..

-click for better quality!-

[dunkinbublin]

various art things that ive got lying around

[zoedotgov]

random beatles song poster 1/214: the end

[gomzdrawfr]

what is it with me and drawing price as something absolutely fluffy you ask?

[weird eh sound + shoulder shrug]

inspired by this post

[youokaybucky]

masters of the air + my favourite letterboxd reviews

[uhhlifeig]

Betrothed - Feb. 11th - word count: 400 - @wolfstarmicrofic

Sirius was never one for following rules.

There were three- actually, two- reasons for this.

One, he was a rebel.

Two, most rules didn’t apply to him anyways- well, unless he was in the palace with Walburga and Orion breathing down his neck. But he was Sirius Black, the (former) prince of Night, liege of the stars. Rules were for other people.

And this was how he found himself in the Potters’ summer home.

Now, the Potters were his family’s mortal enemy. This was because they were the rulers of, like, Light or whatever. (Sirius didn’t pay attention in his classes, sue him.)

But they liked him. And he was friends with James, so that probably improved his chances of surviving any altercations.

Speak of the devil. “Sirius!” James exclaimed from the winding staircase. “Why-”

“I ran away,” Sirius said, looking dead into James’s eyes, daring him to try and take him back to the Blacks.

James launched himself over the staircase railing, landing in a conveniently-placed pile of pillows. He evidently did that a lot, seeing as the floor was sprinkled with feathers. 

“That’s great, mate!” James grinned, getting up and running at Sirius and enveloping him in a hug. “You’re staying with us now.”

“Oh, about that…” Sirius grinned sheepishly. “Uh, I brought someone else.”

“Who?” James looked around the room. “Where?”

“Oh. He’s… Remus, will you kill me if I say you’re my betrothed?” Siirus asked the room, directing the question nowhere in particular.

“I wouldn’t kill you,” Remus said, slipping out of the shadows and standing next to Sirius. “Maim, maybe, but no killing.”

Sirius brightened. “Moony!” he exclaimed. “Say hi to James.”

Remus waved hesitantly. “Hey. I’m Remus, Remus Lupin.”

James softened his smile. “Hey, Remus. I’m James. The hiding-in-the-shadows thing was cool.”

“Thanks,” Remus said. “Now, if you’ll excuse us, Sirius promised we’d get eloped if he ever ran off.”

“Oh, you remember that but not taking my sugar supply?” Sirius groaned. “The lollipops were a key part of my personality, Rem!”

“Shush,” Remus grinned, pecking Sirius on the cheek. “I needed that chocolate more than you needed the lollipops.”

“Fuckin’ traitor,” Sirius muttered. He turned to face James. “We should get married instead, Prongs. You won’t steal my candy, right?”

“Eh… yeah, I would. Sugar is life,” James said, shrugging unapologetically. “Better luck next time.”

Sirius pouted. “Traitors. Traitors, the lot of you.”

[cy-guy1518]

Throws myself headlong into the malevolent fandom with some really old jarthur

[fishareglorious]

most normal brit behavior