#john: *opens his mouth*

[arthur-lesters-right-arm]

Arthur: [gets impaled]

John: this is so sad. Yorick play Faroe's song

[s0fter-sin]

(cw non-sexual kink, cis male tiddy sucking)

nikolai takes one look at ghost - at the stiffness he holds himself with, arms held rigidly at his sides as he glares ahead, each breath carefully measured to make himself unnoticed - and knows it’s been too long since he’s checked on his boy

all it takes is a single look, catching his bruised and tired eyes, and ghost all but slumps. nikolai turns, heading towards the 141’s private rec room and he doesn’t need to hear the near-silent footsteps to know ghost’s following. he pulls him down onto the couch, bringing him into the circle of his arms even as he weakly tries to pull away

“don’t need it, nik; don’t have time…” ghost argues but it’s hollow at best

“hush, sweet one,” he soothes his halfhearted protests and thumbs his mask up above his lips. “always so nervous; so lost...”

he tugs his shirt up, showing off his belly and the heavy swell of his hairy pecs; nipples already pebbled. he cups the back of ghost’s head, his thumb brushing over his exposed jaw and ghost is helpless to follow as he gently leads him to latch onto his breast

“i have you,” he promises

no matter how big he is, in presence or in stature, nikolai is bigger; encompassing his whole body in warmth and safety, the familiar scent of cologne and motor oil filling his senses just as the heat of his tit fills his mouth

ghost’s eyes roll back and he nuzzles deeper into his chest, sinking into him and lets his mind empty as he suckles

-

soap didn’t mean to. he didn’t mean to walk in on something not meant for his eyes. he just wanted to check on ghost; he’s been so distant lately, different from his usual bad days and he doesn’t know how to help him but that doesn’t mean he isn’t going to try

but he didn’t mean for this; for guilt and a heated, confused want to chase through him as he enters the rec room and realises nikolai got to ghost first

realises they’re not just necking on the couch; that ghost’s lips are pressed tight to nikolai’s furred breast and not moving away, a gentle hollow thinning his exposed cheeks as he sucks, his throat softly bobbing as he swallows

nikolai’s cupping the back of his head, fingers drifting through the blonde hair at the nape of his neck and he looks so fond; like there’s nowhere he’d rather be than on their broken in couch with ghost curled around his body, sucking what must be a deep ache into his tit.

then nikolai looks up at him, frozen in the doorway and soap-

soap runs

-

nikolai gives soap a few days before he tries to talk about it; gives him a chance to come to terms with what he's seen. it's almost adorable; how deep soap’s flush grows when he sees him, how he stumbles over his words and can’t quite make eye contact

but it also tugs at him that he feels the need to shrink, to brace himself from whatever punishment he thinks is headed his way; shoulders hunching in, arms wrapped almost defensively around his body before finding whatever excuse he can to run from him

run from himself

he wishes he could wait for soap to come to him but he knows lost boys and their fear of coming in from the cold

nikolai keeps himself gentle as he uses his bulk to corner soap; stopping him from running but also using it to show how easily he could hide in him if he just let himself give in. if he let him take care of him the same way he takes care of ghost

"but... but it's wrong," soap whispers, fingers tangling with a gold cross at the hollow of his throat (a cross so similar to one he’d melted down all those years ago), but he speaks with such clear longing; eyes wide where he stares up at him, all but begging to be told otherwise and it almost breaks nikolai's heart

"no, lovely boy," he denies softly and soap shudders as he cups his face and backs him up against the corner; hugged by both walls and nikolai himself. "there is nothing more natural."

he caresses soap's cheek. he feels him shake under his touch, his eyes already growing dewy, and chances drifting his fingers over his bottom lip. soap's breath hitches and he looks up at him with so much fear - so much trust - and hesitantly opens his mouth to let them sink inside

nikolai doesn't press them too deep, doesn't threaten his throat, but they are thick and wide; filling his mouth and comfortably weighing down his tongue

with a small, involuntary moan, soap closes his lips around his fingers and nikolai catches him with his body as he goes limp. he coos as he starts sucking; wrapping his other arm around his head and brings him into his body, hidden and safe and small

"my good, lovely boy," he whispers and soap lets out a cracked whimper. "you are not wrong."

he isn't ready yet, much the same way ghost wasn't ready at first. but feeling soap tremble and suckle at his fingers, nikolai knows he'll soon have another boy tucked safe to his breast

[tanglepelt]

Dc x dp idea 53

Jazz leaves amity for college. She did all the application and stuff via tuckers computer. For some reason nothing was going through on hers.

Due to majority of her extracurricular activists not being sent thought she didn’t get accepted to her top choices. Ended up going to Gotham u.

Things don’t add up. Leaving was a big deal. Like she ended up just going in the middle of night. The roads were closed for “construction”. They were absolutely fine when she ignored the signs and drove.

It took her less then a 6 hours to figure out amity couldn’t be contacted. She tried calling Danny upon getting to Gotham. Nothing. Research, nothing. It’s like the town didn’t exist.

She does have a communicator from tucker. One of the multi dimensional ones. She gets ahold of them just to hear the chaos. There is a hunt for her. Lockdowns. The whole town is shutdown.

She didn’t inform her parents where she was going. They only insisted she goes to the university in town and nowhere else. That could be the issue. She is 18 but they are extra special.

Obviously she’s gonna head back. What else’s is she supposed to do. She had to go get her brother and his friends. Do something. Authorities in amity never cared why would any outside force care. To bad her car suddenly doesn’t work.

Leads to her walking at night. Her goal is to find a rental car place or bus that maybe would be open late.

She doesn’t find a car or anything. But does punch a would be mugger. That punch back home would have not knocked a person back 5 feet into a wall. Were people here just that weak.

This leads to some guy in cosplay called Batman. Which come on that name is just as bad as box ghost. Telling her it’s not safe in Gotham for metas.

Jazz just lectures him on how that not his decision. She is going to be attending college here after she figures out why her home town completely shut down. All when she left for college. Besides she’s not whatever a meta is.

Long story short. Batman now has to deal with two not-metas in Gotham. Plus a whole town that didn’t exist. Multiple arrest. Then a possibility of pissing off the afterlife.

[arthur-lesters-topsurgeryscars]

Working on some sketches for a ref sheet of my John design ^^

+ close ups

[ceilidho]

https://www.tumblr.com/ceilidho/726402374591217664/honestly-tarzans-dad-is-very-price-and-you-with

Umm??????!!!!!!

I am deceased. The image of him stepping into view, cradling a little baby to his chest like it’s the most natural thing in the world??? I just felt my ovaries come to life.

He rescued the baby and then found you :((( that's his family :( maybe he saw the two of you when you were boarding the flight earlier and just nodded to himself like "gorgeous pair" but that was then. that was civilization. that was before he found a whimpering little baby somehow still alive after the crash, big teardrops making her cheeks all puffy and red, and then her mom, cast yards away.

[ccspostagebox]

Baby girl showdown on twitter,, vote John for best bbygirl of the series.

Thank you for coming to my tedtalk

[blueeyeddarkknight]

He eats like a 5 year old 👶🏻😆❤️.. Help! This man will be the death of me. 😩🥰

Bonus

[enarien]

Rookie, two days after joining tf 141:

Rookie: some of you are real idiots, and i'm saying that in a mean way

[dolly-is-cool]

ep 44 doodles!!

[direwombat]

Wednesday 28/52

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With ch.3 of katc freshly posted, I'm taking a day or two to let the brain rest, but since a good chunk of ch.4 (or as it was formerly known: ch.3 part 2) is already drafted, here's some more syb and john interacting (ft. A random resistance member who isn't important enough to be named rip)

The woman scoffs. “I appreciate your concern, Dep,” she says, “But John Seed took our homes. Seems only fair that we return the favor to the motherfucker.”

That gets her to crack a smile. There’s no doubt that the people of Hope County are a resilient one. They take pride in their homes and livelihood and don’t take too kindly to outsiders threatening their way of life. There’s something admirable about the way so many are motivated by sheer spite.

“Fair enough,” she sighs. “Listen, you get Peggies tryin’ shit, just give me or Grace a holler, okay?”

“Yes, ma’am,” the woman nods. “And if you ever need any backup, you have my gun, y’hear?”

Sybille’s smile tightens. “I’ll keep that in mind. Thanks,” she says, and she’s shoving past the woman before the conversation can continue any further. She has no intention of calling an amateur duck hunter to help her in combat; not when doing so would put not just a civilian’s life at risk, but her own as well.

She trusted Grace to have her back because she knew the woman also served. Knew that she could handle herself in a firefight. She doesn’t have the same kind of faith in a random civilian, no matter how confident they are in their abilities.

She has no time to babysit children playing soldier.

With more force than is necessary, she throws the side-door to the hangar open at the same time her radio crackles to life on her belt.

“Sin is pervasive,” comes John Seed’s voice, each sibilant hissed with a forked tongue. “It drives us to do unspeakable acts.”

She hurriedly slams the door closed behind her and leans her back against it, holding it shut. Clenching her jaw, she unclips her radio and brings it to her mouth. “You talkin’ outta your ass,” she grits. “Whatever you sellin’, I ain’t in the market to buy.”

“Such hostility! So close-minded!” John tuts. “I know the feelings that drive you. I know them intimately.” She doesn���t care for the way his voice drops on that word, emphasizing it in a way that makes her feel dirty. “But I can help you, Deputy. I can wash away these sins. I can cleanse your soul.”

“Your concern is touchin’,” she says flatly. “But you ain’t gotta worry your pretty little head about me or my immortal soul — I’ve already been baptized.”

“Ah, correct me if I’m wrong, but I do believe that only cleansed you of Original Sin,” he says. “And you and I both know you’ve sinned plenty since then.”

Her lips curl into a sneer. “I ain’t know what you’re talkin’ about,” she says, but the words ring painfully hollow.

“Now, now, don’t lie to me. Multiple accounts of vandalism and petty theft. Truancy. More than one instance of joyriding and underage drinking, and oh — let’s not forget about that little marijuana possession charge. And how many bar fights have you instigated that ended without anyone pressing charges? You, my dear, are a repeat offender. Tell me, does our good friend the Sheriff know about your previous life as a delinquent?”

Her blood goes cold and her sneer turns into a snarl. Aside from his jab about the bar fights, all her recorded crimes happened before she turned eighteen and her juvie record is sealed. Has been since she became her younger brother’s legal guardian and cleaned up her act over a decade ago. He’s either very good at bluffing, or somehow he managed to get access to it. Either way, she sees what she’s doing, and she refuses to give him the satisfaction of riling her up.

“Whaddaya want?” she grunts.

“I want you to confess, Deputy,” John laughs. “I want you to atone! I want to help you to cleanse your soul and embrace the glory of God so that you may walk with us in the Garden of Eden!”

She scoffs. “I ain’t confessin’ jackshit to ya.”

“Ah, that’s where you’re wrong. Things would go much easier for you if you just said yes, Deputy. Atonement is such a beautiful, rapturous experience,” he breathes. “It will be difficult, and it will be painful, but it will be worth it.”

“Yeah, you know what’s gonna be painful?” she asks. “My boot up your ass.”

[mariocki]

New Scotland Yard: The Wrong-Un (1.7, LWT, 1972)

"What happens to them if they do get away with it?"

"Nothing, really; transfer to different prisons, serve their time. The system goes on."

"And stays the same."

"Yes."

"All a bit pointless, isn't it?"

[ultraviolenced888]

trying to relax and watch shameless UNTIL FUCKING BARRY SLOANE POPS UP??? AND HES BALD???????

[a-small-writer-in-a-big-world]

John saying “I ain’t the one taking Jack on fishing trips!” like that’s supposed to be a smart retort but it does the complete composite and makes him look like an asshole

[elizareed]

St. John Rivers thinks he is the least fucked up person in the narrative but I dare say he is the most fucked up person in the book he's in and that's quite a feat considering the aforementioned work literally has a madwoman in the attic

[nucleqr]

i am feeling exceedingly normal this afternoon

[tolerateit]

all of this is temporary.