#john/andrew

[somewhereinthepines]

john being sweet toward andrew is my gem.

[serialovefcked]

^Little Hope

^The Devil in Me

[milllkaa]

Dude your John/Andrew comic is so good, holy shit!!! Your art style is so pretty omg, I love it so so much!!

Thanks!!!

I'm glad you liked it, a new comic is already being drawn on them

[vymhijosparaunbien]

Enlaces a Esperanza, Demonios y Moralidad Volumen 1

[ifuckinglovelemondemon-srs]

You know a characther is fucked up and traumatized when they are wearing one of these

Edit: half of this characther were put against my will

Edit 2: i reached the fucking tag limit

[ruerecs]

PSA! you don't have to have smut in your fic to make it good.

for all the butthurt people in my reblogs, i’m literally a writer too. that’s literally why i made this post, never said you shouldn’t. just said you don’t have to? (all the people complaining about this post just know i’m laughing at your replies🙂‍↕️)

[physical-manifestation-of-spite]

(Almost) all Ko-fi dono requests from Invictuscon this weekend!

Top to bottom, left to right:

Arthur "We gotta eat this guy, John." "Damn"

Angry/Feral Pit Arthur

Noel eating pie

Arthur in a cardigan.

Catboy Larson

John Malevolent meeting Jonathan Sims

Yellow

Kayne "being silly"

Oscar

"Something soft" being John meeting a kitty.

[cheezy-whizz]

Shout out to dysfunctional teenage friend groups from 80s movies, gotta be one of my favorite genders

[septemberkisses]

hozier wrote 'too sweet' for the "i can fix him" sunshine girls who have always been too good too nice, for the people pleasers who are terrified of failure, and for those who find the darkness intriguing

[soggedupfrog]

Homestuck kid designs in 2024

[homestuck-archive]

Homestuck: FUN FACTOIDS!

The Beta kids were originally sketched out before being sprited. What the hell. Why is the sketch so clean. I get they're a professional artist, but...but what? How?

[somewhereinthepines]

echo.

a/n: this is around 2 years old small draft, that i planned for a bigger fic. but eventually decided to not work on. it was supposed to focus on john/andrew and a bit of call back to their past versions. like all of them. maybe, one day i’ll do more with it. but so far. idk. might as well post it here and clean up the document. 

implied john/adnrew. and even more vaguelly implied james/anthony. kinda? but not really?? 

————–

“Hide!” 

“W-what?” Andrew blinks, taken aback by sudden barking command. He looks around them, but doesn’t see any sign of danger. No mutants, no monsters. “Why?” 

“It’s there!” John hissed at him, as he grew more and more agitated. Andrew should know better, than to protest at this point. But he doesn’t react right away, too slow to take the hint. “Do what I say! Now, Andrew!” 

When Andrew still fails to do anything, but stare at him, fully lost, John grabs him by the elbow and roughly pulls him to the side. 

They both flee toward the nearest dense bush. John gestures for him to get down, as low to the ground as he can. Andrew does as much. And waits for something to appear. 

He waits and waits. 

Still, there are no creepy, crawly sounds. Nothing that might strike Andrew as dangerous. He frowns lightly, crouching next to John. “I don’t see anything.”   

“Quite!” John in one motion pressed Andrew’s head down. His hand securely locked itself on the back of his neck, making sure that he wouldn't even as much as peep. The touch isn’t particularly harsh, but it’s openly demanding. 

Andrew obeys it to the best of his ability. 

A few seconds pass, but nothing happens.  

“Is it still there?” Andrew whispers, side-glancing at his professor’s tensed jaw and narrowed eyes. “Is it near?”

“Be quiet, will you?” John angrily-whispers back, turning to give Andrew a pointed look. The I-know-what-I-am-doing look. One that is hard to challenge in normal situations and even harder now, when Andrew can’t tell for sure what’s going on. “It can-“ 

“Hey, you two!” 

They both freeze, eyes widen in surprise. 

“That’s…”

As soon as the swirl of panic calms down, Andrew is able to recognize, whose voice it is. The fog slowly parts, revealing not a monster, but a man. 

It’s the old guy. Vince. 

He watched them, standing a few feet away from their hiding spot. His gaze is unmoving and strained. It’s the third time, when he finds them like this. Sitting in bushes, like a couple of weirdos.

John silently curses under his breath, peering at him with open annoyance. 

“It’s you again.” his professor says loud enough for the other man to hear. 

“That’s me, alright.” Vince replies, his words are a bit slurred. He seems to be more drunk, than the last time. 

“Are you following us?” John asks, lips twitching in a badly masked snarl. Andrew winces a little, when John’s fingers unintendedly curl, pressing short-cut nails into his skin. 

He was yet to let go of him.  

“I can say the same thing.” Vince responded, not missing a beat. “You two just can’t stay out of my way.”

“Out of your way?” John sneers, insulted by prospection. “You’re the one, who is hot on our heels, no matter where we go!”  

“The town is small.” Vince shrugs. “There aren’t a lot of places to go to, unless you’ve noticed, mate.” 

He does have a point. Not that it sounded convincing to John. 

“So small, that you just happen to be at the same place, that we are, each damn time?” 

Andrew, who is still tucked under his professor’s arm, stares at the old guy with guarded interest. He was thinking the same thing. They bumped into Vince too many times by now. It can’t be just a coincidence. 

Unless, it was. 

The town does seem to be fairly limited. The map told them as much. 

“Relax, will ya?” Vince’s expression doesn’t shift or change. It’s hard to tell what he might be thinking right now. “I didn't follow you.”  

“Bullshit!” John protests, automatically closing his fingers around Andrew’s neck with more strength, than necessary. It must be a reflex on Andrew’s part. He doesn’t mean to do it. But it results in something unexpected: it makes him cough out a bizarre throaty sound, that can easily be mistaken for a low moan. 

Andrew stills. And John – 

The older man must have heard it. As he lets go of him in one instance, eyes racking down and up Andrew’s face as he tries to understand, if it was pained noise or just…a noise. 

Andrew swallows all the remaining saliva, facing the ground. 

“Are you alright?” Vince asks, eyes slowly sliding onto him as well. He looks thoughtful. But whatever is that he might have just assumed, Andrew feels like it’s a bad thing. 

Or something weird. Probably, the latter. 

“He’s fine.” John replies in his place, slowly standing up and gesturing for Andrew to get up too. “He’s just confused.” 

“Ah. I can see that.”

His professor doesn’t say anything to that, but Andrew has a feeling, like he really wants to. 

“We’ll be on our way.” John agitates sharply. Pausing, when he was about to get a grip of Andrew’s hand. He has done it so many times before, - yanking and dragging him away - that it makes Andrew puzzled as to why he suddenly changed his mind half-way. John’s fingers crooking around the empty air, instead of taking a hold of his bicep. “Let’s go, Andrew. We can’t waste any more time here.” 

The pace of John’s steps is fast enough, that he has to speed up in order to not lose sight of him. 

“Professor, wait!” 

He doesn’t understand what caused the sudden rush. But maybe, John just wants to get as far as possible from Vince. He can’t blame him. This guy was kind of creepy. 

“Stay out of trouble.” Vince says, putting hands inside pockets of his jeans as fog slowly separates them once more. 

Andrew shots him one last uncertain look over his shoulder. He has no idea what this all was about, but he feels old man’s eyes on his back, even when they put a fair amount of distance between them. 

Somehow, it feels…familiar. But just like with anything else, he can’t put his finger on as to why. 

—

Vince watches them disappear inside the fog again. 

If he wasn’t sure, that they’re living beings, he might have assumed they were ghosts of the past. An imaginary penalty, that had the faces of people, that died here years and years ago. 

There should be some kind of mistake here. Or maybe, his memory just got all jumbled up. But one thing he is certain of. These people do look a lot like the deceased Clarks family. 

They even talk like them. And — 

He just can’t be wrong. 

The kid does look a lot like Anthony. From the mop of blondish hair to the amount of freckles on his face. Vince can’t shake off the eerily resemblance. His eyes are even the exact shade of deep green. 

The eyes of a murderer. 

And the man, that accompanies him, does remind him of James. He’s just as much of an asshole. And just like good ole James, he grips the kid with the same level of odd possessiveness. A care, that almost feels misguided. But it was in the past, right? 

This should be — this can’t be — 

Vince shakes his head, he hasn't thought about those things in years. He had noticed some odd stuff back at the day, but he supposed, that it no longer had any weight. 

Whoever those people were, this was no longer his problem.

[serialovefcked]

Enlaces a Esperanza, Demonios y Moralidad Volumen 1 V&M/Hijos Para un Bien

[brutalistinteriors]

Andrews Building, University of Toronto Scarborough. John Andrews.

[vymhijosparaunbien]

Chapters: 2/? Fandom: The Dark Pictures: Little Hope (Video Game) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Andrew/John (Dark Pictures), Daniel/Taylor (Dark Pictures), Andrew & Angela & Daniel & John & Taylor (Dark Pictures), Andrew & Angela (Dark Pictures) Characters: Andrew (Dark Pictures), John (Dark Pictures), Angela (Dark Pictures), Taylor (Dark Pictures), Daniel (Dark Pictures) Additional Tags: Romance, Older Man/Younger Man, Temporary Amnesia, Panic Attacks, Anxiety, Anxiety Attacks, Demons, Trauma, Survival Horror, Survival, Protectiveness, Teacher-Student Relationship, Slow Romance, Slow Burn, Adult Content, Attraction, Shame, Taboo Summary:

Capítulo 2 ya listo para leer.

Chapter 2 now ready to read.

[the-pale-goddess]

Unreal Unearth is out and I’m very normal about it (lying)