I Hope This Is An Interaction Between The Two! :)

I hope this is an interaction between the two! :)

all my shitty writings

for my soul that loves order. And for you of course, if anyone cares.

holy child(joseph x deputy)

hate to love (jacob x deputy)

through the valley(jacob x deputy)

Sing me to sleep (jacob x f!reader)

Uranium fever (Joseph x deputy)

Liger (Jacob x deputy)

Red Lines (John x f!reader)

Homemade Dynamite (Jacob x f!reader)

Drowning ( John x f!reader)

The Boy with Pajamas (John x f!reader)

400 LUX (John x f!reader)

The Calling (Soulmate au Joseph)

Intimate Confessions (John x F!reader)

Blissful Beauty (all of them x deputy)

Moron Lover Seed (John x deputy)

BBQ with Jacob seed (f!reader)

Knife Party ½ (John / f!reader)

Knife Party 2/2

A good day with sister (Faith x freader)

Wrong Guesses (John Seed x male deputy)

The War of Alphas (Jacob Seed x Male Deputy)

Dirt (John Seed x male deputy)

The Affair (Faith Seed x female deputy(ish)

Ice Cream Serious ( John Seed x female deputy)

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itsmeif

5 years ago

More symbabies please? I love your ficlets!

The gravel beside the hedge crunches and two worn trainers shuffle into view. Sleeper tenses, trying to scoot back further under the hedge.

The shoes shift, one threadbare knee comes into view, and then a large dark eye.

Sleeper whimpers softly to himself, tensing to run-

The eye blinks, then drops down a bit further- the dirty face of a young boy. He makes soft little squeak-kissing noises, rubs his fingers together.

It’s not- threatening. Not yet, anyway. Sleeper shivers, it’s still raining outside. He doesn’t want to run.

“Here bunny.” The boy reaches very slowly under the hedge, still rubbing his fingers together. “It’s okay.”

Sleeper’s nose twitches, it don’t mean anything to him- but the host wants to come closer- the little fingers suggest the boy has food, and the rabbit is hungry.

He hesitates, but when the boy’s hands stretch in almost far enough to touch his fur, he scuttles back into the roots of the bush.

“Okay.” The hand pulls away. “Just stay here.”

He stands up, and the tatter trainers crunch away. Sleeper huffs in relief, suddenly aware of how fast his little rabbit’s heart is beating. The host stirs fretfully in the back of their mind. It’s hungry, it’s never gone so long without hay.

There’s a little wispy grass under the bush. Sleeper gives it a tentative nibble, it’s tasteless and stringy, and the rabbit looks longingly at the thick lawn just beyond the hedge.

There’s a clatter of pebbles, and the trainers are back. Sleeper shoots back into the roots, huddling down in the shadows.

“I’m here.” The boy sounds out of breath. “Just thought- you might be hungry? And rabbits like vegetables?”

He kneels down again, and reaches his hand out- not as far in as before, but Sleeper’s nose twitches at the strange, faintly alien smell.

But not alien to the host’s mind.

Food.

The boy opens his hand, revealing a few slightly crushed lettuce leaves. “We didn’t have any carrots.” Apologetic.

The host desperately wants to lean in and nibble. Sleeper hovers; is this safe? People wouldn’t be giving food to animals they wanted to kill, right? But what about- poison?

He really wants his parents here.

“It’s okay.” The boy whispers, “You can eat, it’s safe.”

He remembers Eddie gently moving him out of the way of a cluster of bottles- ‘ah-ah, that’s poisonous. Not safe, not for kiddies.’

Poison isn’t for children to use, so the lettuce is probably safe. Sleeper shuffles forwards, far enough to lean in and snatch a mouthful.

It’s wet and floppy, slippery between his teeth. Sleeper grimaces, but the rabbit is delighted, munching and munching, and when the boy’s hand moves away, just a little, they shift forwards to keep eating.

Back and back and suddenly Sleeper stops. They’re out in the open, on the gravel. The boy is squatted beside them, adding little strips of lettuce to the pile in his hand.

“It’s okay.” And his voice is soft, gentle. He’s not his parents, but- it’s soothing all the same, and Sleeper really, really wants to believe everything is okay right now.

The boy’s free hand lowers, and touches them on the shoulders. Both Sleeper and the rabbit freeze, but the boy doesn’t grab them, doesn’t hurt. His hand is gentle, running through their fur in gentle strokes.

“‘m not gonna hurt you.” The boy continues, stroking them over and over, pausing the scratch behind their ears. It feels so good, almost like being held by Venom and Eddie, Sleeper slumps down, rolls on his side and closes his eyes. The panic is fading, and under it, he’s exhausted.

They hear the coming rain before they feel it, a low rhythmic beat on the roofs and tree leaves. The heavy drops splash on their ears, on the soft coat of underfur at their belly. Sleeper starts up, trying to fluff up his rapidly soaking fur.

The boy pulls up his coat to shield them. “Hey,” he whispers. “Want to come in with me? It’s dry in there, and I can get you more food.”

Sleeper looks up and down the street. A car passes in a haze of rain, slashing up a wave of gutterwater. No Venom, no Eddie. They can’t stay here all night.

He hops closer to the boy, and when he reaches down, doesn’t try to run. The boy picks them up gently, one arm under their bottom, bracing all four paws on his chest. It’s- not great, but okay, and the boy is warm and dry.

“Well done.” The boy whispers, and hurries into the house.

They clatter in through the front door, and Sleeper catches a glimpse of a dark room, a chair and the shimmering screen of a TV- then they’re going up the stairs at top speed. The boy ducks through a door, and quickly closes it behind them.

“Okay.” He whispers, and switches on the light. Sleeper blinks as the sudden blaze of light hurts their eyes.

It’s a small bedroom, a bed half hidden under old clothes, more clothes strewn over the floor. A little desk is huddled by the window, buried in books. The boy shoves the clothes off his bed, and makes a little nest in the blankets. “Here, it’s warm, I’ll just go and-”

“BOY!” A roar from downstairs.

The boy tenses, “Just- stay here, okay? I’ll- sort something out-”

“GET DOWN HERE!”

The boy puts them in the nest, strokes them again quickly. “I’ll be right back. I’ll get you more lettuce, okay?”

“DO YOU WANT ME TO FETCH YOU?”

“NO, DAD!” The boy yells back. “Just- don’t move, please. If he sees you-” he winces. “I won’t be long-”

“GET THE FUCK DOWN HERE DYLAN.”

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itsmeif

5 years ago

Arthur and Clark in JL movie

“You make me nostalgic for a love that hasn’t even happened yet.”

(Image credit: Twitter@kimtomhardy)

Some thoughts I have after viewing JL for the second time solely to look at Arthur and Clark. As many who have followed me for a while know, I drew my first AquaSupes fanart back in 2015. It’s just a random rare pair that pops up in my head one day that seems hopeless from the start. Even when all the trailers of JL appeared, I never held hope that Arthur and Clark’s relationship would get explored in any ways. And it’s true. No interaction in the movie apart from the fight, Clark did not even look at Arthur once, they don’t even touch on the subject it’s Arthur who saved Clark back in MoS.

Amazing how the whole movie full of interaction and i keep being drawn to a relationship that is like shadows at noons, goings unheralded, passings unmourned…

But action speaks louder than word, doesn’t it?

Keep reading

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itsmeif

5 years ago

Comic Symbrock VS Movie Symbrock.

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itsmeif

6 years ago

Some Advice For Drawing People Who Have Both Hair… And Horns!! :O

Some advice for drawing people who have both hair… and horns!! :O

Also, you may feel more comfortable drawing the whole horn first, and that’s fine too! Mostly the point is just to try to draw the hair growing around the horn, rather than under it.

Hope this helps!

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itsmeif

5 years ago