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shittysawtraps · 7 months
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local teen copycat killer starts trapping people so john tracks her down but instead of trapping her he has a long conversation with her about the stresses in her life and how to better cope with them
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bluegiragi · 1 year
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forestshadow-wolf · 4 months
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Both ghost and soap are the kinds of people to be silent when they have actual problems, but they complain nonstop when it a minor inconvenience. They are absolutely insufferable when they're sick, but it's okay, they love eachother... (unfortunately)
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darkwingdork91 · 22 days
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Every time someone refers to Arthur as "John's Airbnb" it makes me giggle uncontrollably like
Yes. He's just renting this mortal body while he's on his eldritch horror vacation. It just so happens that his rental came with unexpected character development and murderous intent
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John Isaacs, A NECESSARY CHANGE OF HEART, 1999 Microcrystalline wax, oil paint, latex, stage blood
http://www.johnisaacs.net/
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keykidpilipili · 1 month
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John: I don't want to kill Yellow! Could you imagine wanting to kill a part of yourself?!
Arthur fixated on killing Larson because of his own self hatred over Faroe's death: ........... No that would be crazy.
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gomzdrawfr · 1 month
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THE
THE NECK TATTOOS ARE BACK HFSKDJSFB
reminds me of these...
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I wasn't prepared for this
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lulublack90 · 3 days
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Prompt 22 - Roommate AU
@wolfstarmicrofic April 22, word count 938
CW - Pandora jokes about Remus getting murdered and dismembered.
Moving countries was scary. Moving to the capital city seemed scarier. Remus left his childhood home in the Welsh countryside and clambered onto the bus that would take him to London. 
He’d wanted to move for years but had always been too scared. His parents had instilled in him how dangerous it would be for him not to know anyone for hundreds of miles.
One morning, while he was munching on his cornflakes, he noticed an ad in his father’s newspaper. 
‘Roommate Wanted!
All bills are paid. Just pay for your own food. 
Sexy, well-bred male looking for a friend/companion to share a house in a highly sought-after area of London.
Please use the number below to apply. Please, serious enquiries only. No, this is not a joke.
P.S. Must love Bowie, or we’re not going to get along.’
Remus quickly put his breakfast things away and, grabbing his phone, fled outside, typing the number into his phone as he went. 
He settled under his favourite tree and pressed call.
“Hello,” A husky voice answered. 
“Oi, hi. My name is Remus Lupin, and I—” He started to explain. 
“Look, mate. I don’t know what you’re selling, but calling me at this ungodly hour is unacceptable. Goodbye.”
“Wait- wait. I’m not selling anything. I’m phoning about your ad!” Remus hurriedly spoke before the man could hang up. 
“Oh, in that case. Hello, I’m Sirius.” Sirius suddenly sounded a lot more cheerful. “So why do you want to be my roommate?”
“Well, erm. I’ve always wanted to move to London, but I’ve been a bit worried about living there on my own.” He told Sirius, deciding the truth would be best. 
“Uhuh, uhuh. Anything else?” Sirius sounded a bit bored. Remus knew he was screwing this up.
“I’m clean and tidy and don’t make much noise. I have enough money saved to pay my way—” Sirius cut him off again. 
“All the bills are paid for. You only need to get yourself food.” Remus nodded even though Sirius couldn’t see him.
“Oh, right. I wasn’t sure if that bit was true. Erm, I don’t have a job yet, but I’ll start looking straight away.”
“Remus, I’m gonna stop you there. I don’t think we’re going to be a good fit. I can already tell you are the complete opposite of me. No offence, but you sound like you go to bed early and like nothing more than to sit by the fire drinking hot chocolate and reading a good book.” Sirius said honestly. He wasn’t wrong. What Sirius had just described was his usual evening routine. He had to think of something compelling to change Sirius’s mind. 
“I have every David Bowie vinyl.” He blurted out. 
“Really?” Sirius sounded excited now. 
“Yeah, yeah, and I don’t know how you feel about T. Rex, but I have all there’s as well, and Led Zeppelin and loads of others.” All he could hear was the slight buzzing from the phones as the line went silent. 
“Alright, Remus Lupin, you’ve twisted my leg. You’re the only person who’s called so far that I’ve actually managed to tolerate for more than ten seconds. So, let’s give it a go. When can you move in?” Remus sat there in shock. 
“Really? You want me?” 
“Sure, why not? The room’s all set up just need to bring some clothes and whatnot. I’ll text you the address, and you can let me know when you want to come. If you find it’s not for you, you can move out whenever you like. That sound okay?” Sirius spoke quickly, but Remus managed to make out all the words. 
“Sounds brilliant. I’ll make arrangements and then give you a date.”
“Grand. Oh, and Remus, I really hope it works out.” With that, Sirius hung up, and Remus was left reeling.
“Oh, you’re totally getting murdered.” Pandora, his best friend, snorted when he told her he was moving to London and what the ad had said. 
“No, I’m not. Sirius seems really nice.”
“Oh, sweet baby, you are so getting chopped into little bits and placed around London to look like a smiley face or something.” She’d clapped her hands together and jumped up and down on the spot. 
“Gee, thanks, Pan. Love the confidence there.” He rolled his eyes and pushed down the panic that her words could actually turn out to be very true. 
The bus was packed with holidayers, commuters and everything in between. Remus was glad of his noise-cancelling headphones and his favourite book. In a couple of hours, he’d be starting his new life. Everything he owned was in the compartment under the bus and was surprisingly little. 
London was busier than he had ever imagined, coming from a tiny village. The noise and smells were overpowering. He got the tube from Victoria next to the coach station and rode it up to Islington. 
He followed Sirius’s directions through a beautiful, tidy neighbourhood. Remus walked past a picturesque park and found the house. Number 12 Grimmauld Place loomed above him. It was far grander than he’d imagined. He walked up the front steps and used the heavy serpentine brass knocker. It thudded loudly against the wooden door. He heard scrabbling on the other side before a heavy lock clunked, and the door swung open to reveal the most beautiful man Remus had ever seen, flipping his long black hair out of his face.
“Remus?!” Sirius exclaimed joyfully. Oh boy, Remus was in trouble. He reached his hand out and shook Sirius’s before following him into the house, closing the heavy door behind him.  
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theflirtmeister · 3 months
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hoffman: rigg will ignore his entire moral code and not go through a locked door
rigg: *goes through a locked door*
hoffman: strahm will ignore his entire moral code and step into the glass coffin
strahm: *refuses to step into the coffin*
hoffman: something is going wrong here
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bearforceone3 · 2 months
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john stewart sketch page, i always thought he’d make a good duo with guy but they never really explored that
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mukuberry · 3 months
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Every single time John appears, without fail, the environment changes around him. Whenever he switches in, the world switches with him. Maybe it's meant to show how he's not just taking over Mikoto's body, but his whole life. Maybe it's meant to show how destructive he is, how he damages everything he touches. Maybe it's meant to show his differences with Mikoto, someone who tries his best to fit in with the world around him, to not stand out but rather coexist. John, on the other hand, is loud and demanding, and isn't afraid to act out to get what he wants. This is shown most in the last image, with Mikoto's blue text resting on the green background, but when John arrives, both the text and background completely change to his will.
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cherryatombomb · 1 year
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ghost that gets overwhelmed when his social batteries done, but doesn't know how to explain it because he can't just let people Know That. when him and soap get closer and they're in social situations ghosts tired of, he just stares at soap with the deadest eyes known to man. 6"4 masked man staring at him like o(-(. it takes soap a couple times to crack the code until he realises and starts making excuses when he feels those eyes burning the back of his head. they simply don't need to communicate, soap understands
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rollforjackass · 8 months
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i could KILL him for this. motherfucker's every interaction with children has him being, if not nice, then at minimum kind and forgiving and genuinely invested in their wellbeing.
he asks crying kids what's the matter, he's afraid to hold a baby because he's worried he'll drop it, he goes after people who are mean to kids without a second thought. his whole mentorship with timothy hunter is him trying to do right by that kid no matter how he feels about it at the time. man would be the most loving dad in the world but because of his own awful goddamn father and the ways he thinks he takes after thomas, he doesn't think that's true. i hate.
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John Isaacs, UNTITLED, 2017 Glazed ceramic
http://www.johnisaacs.net/
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professional-sinner · 5 months
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Reminder that this video of Hamish Linklater saying "Good girl" exists 🥴
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