Tbh the tenderness and hesitancy in Jon’s voice in the this scene is about as close to tact as he gets and it just makes me *clenches fist* feel so many fuckin things
s,ƃuᴉɥʇǝɯos terrơͮͫ̑͑ͭ̐̀̀r̸̎ͭ̉ͬ̉ized my ǝ̭͉͈͙̘̬̾ͮͫͦͩ͑̂̓͞ɥ̧̛͎̝̱̙͚͓͙͖̋̽ͮͥɔ̨̗̟͑͛͆̌ͪʎ̡̱̝̗̩̟͚ͩ̔͆̔ͤ͒ͪ̂̑ͅs̢͈̼͎͖̻͍̳̟̉̏̉̎̽͘d̈́͋ͩ̈̈͑̀͗̀͏͚̼͚͟ to get even!!¡¡! lately ’yͯ͊̌̉͛o̴͐̇̓̓͆u̒ͩ’re the only human I believe in!!!¡ [x]
[ID: A digital drawing of the Distortion from the Magnus Archives while it was merged with Michael Shelley. Michael is a humanoid with long curly blonde hair. Where his face should be is simply a spiral shaded and colored with a mix of hues. In the midst of this is a toothy grin blended into the curves of the spiral. He is wearing a pair of black pants and bright blue sweater with swirls of hot pink, bright orange, mint green and indigo. He has his monstrously large left hand lifted in an idle gesture, all fingers but his index and thumb curling in toward his forearm. Behind him is a bright yellow door with a swirling orange wood grain pattern interspersed with eye shapes. The background is black and has sections of contour hatching in different colors with no real intentional shape to them. The overall image is a discomforting, overwhelming eyestrain.]
As they neared home, Martin’s eyes closed for a moment, and he let the evening warmth and the sound of Jon’s voice bathe him, and his heart beat in a new time: Aamal, Aamal, Aamal.
when you’ve just chosen a name for your upcoming baby and you have to go home and just stare at your beautiful partner for a while <3
a little illustration for ch 4 of my jmart kid fic, Do It All Anew!
