Jonathan Riley Worthington (Jr)

[number-one-toddler]

*plays with his building blocks while humming a self-composed song*

[jonathan-riley-worthington]

Jr comes crawling along seeing Rex with his blocks. He giggles letting some spittle drop and crawles over to Rex. Before he could be stopped jr…

[number-one-toddler]

Waaaahhhhhh!!!! *Rex starts crying too and pushes Jr again before he tries to gather up all of his blocks with his arms* I’m not playing with you! You’we mean! Blocks are mine, I got them, you stay off!

[jonathan-riley-worthington]

Jr tumbles back, landing on his little behind and begins to whale.”wwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!” He flails his little arms and thrashes his little tail as his crying continues.

[number-one-toddler]

*Rex continues to cry too, face all covered up in tears, eyes red and sore. After a while he realizes that no one’s gonna come to his rescue, so he stops screaming and looks at Jr through a veil of tears, a few sobs and hiccups leaving his mouth* Y-you…you can have this one..! *Hands over a single block which is all wet from tears*

[manademone]

With a small whimper Jr takes the block in both hands, looks at it, and then crinkles his face before tossing the block at Rex’s head. “Waaaaaaaaaaah!” He yelled as he continued to cry while waving his arms around.

[number-one-toddler]

*starts screaming again too, unable to understand why his noble action led to something like that. Besides, being hit in the head with that block sorta hurt* I-I’m not playin with you..! *continues to cry, gathers up all the blocks and shoves them over to the younger monster* Hewe, I don’t wanna play! You have them! You’we mean! Weal mean! Stupid baby! *lays down on his tummy and cries while kicking his feet around in the air, rolling over on his back and then over on his tummy again, all the time while crying*

[jonathan-riley-worthington]

Jr's crying showed no signs of stopping as well even after he had received the blocks. It didn't take long for his own crying to become a tantrum where he began to pick up the blocks on both hands and started to fling them random around.

[number-one-toddler]

*plays with his building blocks while humming a self-composed song*

[jonathan-riley-worthington]

Jr comes crawling along seeing Rex with his blocks. He giggles letting some spittle drop and crawles over to Rex. Before he could be stopped jr…

[number-one-toddler]

Waaaahhhhhh!!!! *Rex starts crying too and pushes Jr again before he tries to gather up all of his blocks with his arms* I’m not playing with you! You’we mean! Blocks are mine, I got them, you stay off!

[jonathan-riley-worthington]

Jr tumbles back, landing on his little behind and begins to whale."wwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!" He flails his little arms and thrashes his little tail as his crying continues.

[jonathan-riley-worthington]

"Aww, how's my little godson been?"

Jr looks up blinking at the large older monster. "Ooooooh you so big! Not as big as papa...but big!"

[johnny-thejaw-worthington]

"My Son’s first game, and of course he is victorious. Heh, takes after me"

[jonathan-riley-worthington]

"I wind papa! Hehe you’s prowd of me papa?"

[johnny-thejaw-worthington]

"Very proud! You will make the Worthington name proud!" He lifts Jr onto his shoulders "Never forget, you are a winner!"

[jonathan-riley-worthington]

"Winner winner! I is winner yay!" Jr cheer, hugging the top of Johnny’s head

[autumnnprincess]

Okay, posts this again for my “night time followers” to see:

number-one-toddler

This is my new ask/rp blog:)

[number-1-scarer-deactivated2014]

signal boosting not that you need it x

[number-one-toddler]

*plays with his building blocks while humming a self-composed song*

[jonathan-riley-worthington]

Jr comes crawling along seeing Rex with his blocks. He giggles letting some spittle drop and crawles over to Rex. Before he could be stopped jr grabs at the blocks making the little structure fall down . "Heheheheheh"

[johnny-thejaw-worthington]

"My Son’s first game, and of course he is victorious. Heh, takes after me"

[jonathan-riley-worthington]

"I wind papa! Hehe you's prowd of me papa?"

[jonathan-riley-worthington]

It was late at night as little Jr slept in his little race car bed. The winds were gusting, the rain poured heavy, and the thunder rolled and roared across the sky. Jr only at the age of two began to whimper and wiggle under the covers. His little tail wagged and whipped about causing his covers…

[johnny-thejaw-worthington]

Johnny slept soundly spread out across the bed as he often did when Randall was out visiting his sister. He tossed at the loud booming thunder but jolted up when he heard a loud shrike from Jr’s soon, his fatherly instincts very sensitive to his sons every noise and never failed to wake him. He groaned, tired and wishing to just fall back to sleep, but his instincts just would not have it. He climbed from his bed, scratching at his chin as he left his bed room and entered the hallway, hearing another crack of lightning followed by scared screaming.

He opened his sons bedroom door wide, taking a step in he jolted up as he stepped on a small, and painful toy that was on the floor. He held his foot up and rubbed he bottom as he turned on the light, deciding he needed it to see where he was going. “Relax Jr, its okay. Papa is here” He said, walking to the bed and patting the bump under the covers. He then scooped his son up into his arms, blanket and all. “Comon champ, don’t be afraid, its just a little lightning, harmless” he cooed, rocking the child slightly.

[jonathan-riley-worthington]

Another flash of lighting lot up the night sky and aluminated Jr’s room, flashing over his little face revealing the tears and distress that was all over it. The sound of his door opening followed by a yelped pulled his attention away from his terror. And when the lights came on he closed his eyes from the bright lights, letting out a surprised squeak. “Papa?” He asked still sobbing softly. He wiggled and thrashed in Johnny’s arms until he finally calmed down and curled the best that he could while still trapped within his blankets. “Papa I’m ascarwed!”he cried rubbing his face into Johnny’s furred chest. And then another loud book sounded outside causing Jr to yell out again and cry out louder. “Make it go away! It scarwy!!” The little lizling whimpered and cried in his papa’s arms wanting nothing more than his papa’s protection from the frightening night sky.

[johnny-thejaw-worthington]

Johnny rubbed his back through the blanket and shushed him lovingly as he bounced his arms, like Jr was still a new born. He leaned in close to talk to his son “There is no need for you to be scared.. Thunder can’t hurt a big, tough Worthington like yourself” He poked the other playfully on his snout.

[jonathan-riley-worthington]

Jr continued to sniffle and whimper in Johnny’s arms. The bouncing helped to calm the lizling but he still continued to shake in fear in his fathers arms. His snout twitched at the poke and he whined rubbing his face into Johnny’s fur again. “Nooooooooooo! I small! I not big!” Another boom sounded yet a little quieter this time as the storm began to move away, Jr still thrashed in Johnny’s arms, squealing at the noise. “Aaaaaaaah! Papa! Make it go away!!! It too loud! It scarwy!” Jr continued to cry, cowering against his papa’s chest trying to hide away.

[johnny-thejaw-worthington]

Johnny snickered a bit from Jr’s reaction “Son, I promise you, the thunder wont get you, nothing will hurt you with your papa around” He rubbed his sons head, which was buried in his chest. “You may be small for now, but you are strong, aren’t you?” He asked, complimenting his little boy. “why I bet you could even take me down” his smile was wide, He hoped his son was buying into all the flattery. He gave a big yawn just then “how about I stay with you for the night hmm? until the thunder stops?”

[jonathan-riley-worthington]

"Nooooooooo you so big! I'm widdle!" Jr continued to whimper and lightly sob into Johnny's chest while all the while pressing his head back against his papas reassuring hand. He looked up at Johnny with tear filled emerald eyes. His lower lip wobbled between his two baby fangs that matched his papas. "I wanna sleep wiv you. Pwease papa....sweap in daddy's and papas bed?" Jr managed to free one of his little hands and whipped his tears away. "Papa...papa will make the scarwy go away...the scarwy is as ascarwed of papa..." Jr sniffled showing signs of calming down. Another book sounded much quieter in the distance which only caused jr to jump and cling his free hand to his papas chest fur. The farther the storm drifted the quieter it became.

[jonathan-riley-worthington]

(Johnny took a pic of Randall and Jr after getting in late from work. What he found was just too presh to pass up and took a few pictures. Oh arnt those two just so damn adorable? Art by toxic-dolls)

[jonathan-riley-worthington]

It was late at night as little Jr slept in his little race car bed. The winds were gusting, the rain poured heavy, and the thunder rolled and roared across the sky. Jr only at the age of two began to whimper and wiggle under the covers. His little tail wagged and whipped about causing his covers…

[johnny-thejaw-worthington]

Johnny slept soundly spread out across the bed as he often did when Randall was out visiting his sister. He tossed at the loud booming thunder but jolted up when he heard a loud shrike from Jr’s soon, his fatherly instincts very sensitive to his sons every noise and never failed to wake him. He groaned, tired and wishing to just fall back to sleep, but his instincts just would not have it. He climbed from his bed, scratching at his chin as he left his bed room and entered the hallway, hearing another crack of lightning followed by scared screaming.

He opened his sons bedroom door wide, taking a step in he jolted up as he stepped on a small, and painful toy that was on the floor. He held his foot up and rubbed he bottom as he turned on the light, deciding he needed it to see where he was going. “Relax Jr, its okay. Papa is here” He said, walking to the bed and patting the bump under the covers. He then scooped his son up into his arms, blanket and all. “Comon champ, don’t be afraid, its just a little lightning, harmless” he cooed, rocking the child slightly.

[jonathan-riley-worthington]

Another flash of lighting lot up the night sky and aluminated Jr’s room, flashing over his little face revealing the tears and distress that was all over it. The sound of his door opening followed by a yelped pulled his attention away from his terror. And when the lights came on he closed his eyes from the bright lights, letting out a surprised squeak. “Papa?” He asked still sobbing softly. He wiggled and thrashed in Johnny’s arms until he finally calmed down and curled the best that he could while still trapped within his blankets. “Papa I’m ascarwed!”he cried rubbing his face into Johnny’s furred chest. And then another loud book sounded outside causing Jr to yell out again and cry out louder. “Make it go away! It scarwy!!” The little lizling whimpered and cried in his papa’s arms wanting nothing more than his papa’s protection from the frightening night sky.

[johnny-thejaw-worthington]

Johnny rubbed his back through the blanket and shushed him lovingly as he bounced his arms, like Jr was still a new born. He leaned in close to talk to his son “There is no need for you to be scared.. Thunder can’t hurt a big, tough Worthington like yourself” He poked the other playfully on his snout.

[jonathan-riley-worthington]

Jr continued to sniffle and whimper in Johnny’s arms. The bouncing helped to calm the lizling but he still continued to shake in fear in his fathers arms. His snout twitched at the poke and he whined rubbing his face into Johnny’s fur again. “Nooooooooooo! I small! I not big!” Another boom sounded yet a little quieter this time as the storm began to move away, Jr still thrashed in Johnny’s arms, squealing at the noise. “Aaaaaaaah! Papa! Make it go away!!! It too loud! It scarwy!” Jr continued to cry, cowering against his papa’s chest trying to hide away.

[jonathan-riley-worthington]

It was late at night as little Jr slept in his little race car bed. The winds were gusting, the rain poured heavy, and the thunder rolled and roared across the sky. Jr only at the age of two began to whimper and wiggle under the covers. His little tail wagged and whipped about causing his covers…

[johnny-thejaw-worthington]

Johnny slept soundly spread out across the bed as he often did when Randall was out visiting his sister. He tossed at the loud booming thunder but jolted up when he heard a loud shrike from Jr’s soon, his fatherly instincts very sensitive to his sons every noise and never failed to wake him. He groaned, tired and wishing to just fall back to sleep, but his instincts just would not have it. He climbed from his bed, scratching at his chin as he left his bed room and entered the hallway, hearing another crack of lightning followed by scared screaming.

He opened his sons bedroom door wide, taking a step in he jolted up as he stepped on a small, and painful toy that was on the floor. He held his foot up and rubbed he bottom as he turned on the light, deciding he needed it to see where he was going. “Relax Jr, its okay. Papa is here” He said, walking to the bed and patting the bump under the covers. He then scooped his son up into his arms, blanket and all. “Comon champ, don’t be afraid, its just a little lightning, harmless” he cooed, rocking the child slightly.

[jonathan-riley-worthington]

Another flash of lighting lot up the night sky and aluminated Jr’s room, flashing over his little face revealing the tears and distress that was all over it. The sound of his door opening followed by a yelped pulled his attention away from his terror. And when the lights came on he closed his eyes from the bright lights, letting out a surprised squeak. “Papa?” He asked still sobbing softly. He wiggled and thrashed in Johnny’s arms until he finally calmed down and curled the best that he could while still trapped within his blankets. “Papa I’m ascarwed!”he cried rubbing his face into Johnny’s furred chest. And then another loud book sounded outside causing Jr to yell out again and cry out louder. “Make it go away! It scarwy!!” The little lizling whimpered and cried in his papa’s arms wanting nothing more than his papa’s protection from the frightening night sky.

[jonathan-riley-worthington]

(More concept art on Jr. More on the early stages, but still close to his final version. I love his “I don’t care” expressions. He has to be in his teens here. Getting into his indifferent phase.

Art by johnnyj-Worthington)

[jonathan-riley-worthington]

(Concept art on jr wearing some purple pj's. Hey he gets cold at night he's still a lizard. He's I think older than five in this...hmmm eight maybe nine? Whatcha think? :p Art by johnnyj-Worthington)

[jonathan-riley-worthington]

"Oh look! This is when daddy and papa brought me home after I was born. They look really happy!"

(Art by johnnyj-Worthington)

[jonathan-riley-worthington]

"That’s when my birthday started! Hehe I mean when I was born…daddy looks really tired."

(Art by toxic-dolls)

[jonathan-riley-worthington]

"That was me in daddies belly! Can’t believe he ate me…"

(Art by toxic-dolls)

[jonathan-riley-worthington]

It was late at night as little Jr slept in his little race car bed. The winds were gusting, the rain poured heavy, and the thunder rolled and roared across the sky. Jr only at the age of two began to whimper and wiggle under the covers. His little tail wagged and whipped about causing his covers to wrap around his small body. As his movements became restrained his distress only grew until finally a loud boom of thunder caused the little lizling to awaken with a shriek. "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Papa! Daddy!" Jr cried out wiggling, trapped in his covers unable to escape. Tears began to form at the corners of his glimmering emerald eyes, panic and fear evident within them. A flash of lighting illuminated his room causing him to close his eyes to shield him from the light. His struggling continued with no avail as it only caused his covers to wrap tighter around his little body which in turn caused jr to grow more frantic and panic. "Waaaaah papa! Daddy! Helwp me!" He pleaded to his fathers and soon another loud boom sounded across the night sky causing him to scream in fear again. "Aaaaaaaaaah!"