Jonothon Areus

Independent OC account. Willing to RP with anyone from any verse/fandom. No pics/gifs are mine unless stated. Some NSFW content. Will be under a Read More and/or tagged accordingly. I track the tag moreacursethanagift. This is a sideblog, so asks and such will come from the main blog: thekojicharcorner M!A: None

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The guy is sullen, his eyes downcast, his demeanor withdrawn and quiet and Taniel can’t quite figure out why.

Clearly, he’s sharp– to put together that Taniel had pulled the devastating power from him with little solid evidence meant he was more observant than the usual victim, but Jono seems unskilled and surprised by the capacity of the power Taniel had pulled from him.

“Yeah, for a little while. Don’t worry, sweetheart, you’ll have it back in like…I dunno, half an hour? I didn’t hold your hand for that long.”

“No!” He reached out with both hands and grabbed man by his shirt collar with an unfamiliar and all-encompassing desperation. “No, you have to take it all!” Worrying about who the man was, how he’d taken the power, or what he would do with it were all distant memories as all that mattered the fact that Jono didn’t have to live with his horrid curse. “Take everything! I don’t want it, just get it out!”

Some part of himself realized that he was screaming and attacking, and he quickly let go of the other man in horror at himself. He dropped to his knees and cast his eyes down, hoping he hadn’t just ruined his chance at freedom. “I’m sorry, I just...please don’t let it come back....”

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"Do you like Legos?"

He's perplexed by the sudden question, eyes narrowed and eyebrows scrunched up as he tries to discern some sort of purpose or relevance. It's a brief consideration, and he gives up with as shrug and a soft sigh. "I did as a child??? Haven't played with them in years, though. Why?"

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A low whistle escapes through his teeth and Taniel rocks back on his heel to admire his work in the distance, a remaining automobile gas tank imploding in a delay. An easy cleanup, and the backpack weighing heavy across Taniel’s shoulders begins to chafe in a way that seems almost victorious to him. He doesn’t looks down when the other man slips from his fingers, instead preferring to watch the blaze and regain his breath for a moment, flexing the hand that had just released an entire hell a quarter of a mile down the street.

“Huh.”

Slowly, Taniel’s gaze drifts back down to Jono, surprised to find him a veritable mess of nerves and feelings, on his knees with misery and terror.

“That’s some good shit you got there, sweetheart.”

The compliment feels wrong on multiple levels. Undoubtedly, the worst is that it’s made in reference to the destruction Jono’s power is capable of. It confirms not only his role in the atrocity, but also the lingering suspicion he’s always had more power inside of him than he realized. He’s always dreaded that power ever getting out, and now it has in the hands of someone else. That last thought brings with it a realization: if someone else was using his power, that meant he didn’t have it anymore. That left with it a new question, one that pushed aside all the fear and guilt and in their place brought forth

“Did...did you take it all?”

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His feet hit the ground running as he propels from the passenger side of the van, the driver bewildered at having been left. The bewilderment only lasts a moment before the bomb goes off and Taniel crosses off a name on the mental list of who he has to pay off or murder later, a small inkling of stress dying with the man in the churning fire behind him. The contents of the backpack jostling across his shoulders were now seventy five percent his, provided he could get out of the situation alive. Already, he can hear the screech of tires and sirens a street down– any minute, they’d be taking the corner.

Taniel is desperate, his knees aching with each step as he pulls at the crowd that is just as frantic as he is to get away. His bare fingers drift across bare necks, exposed arms, wrists, anything he can get his hands on when it comes to the fleeing people around him, terrified as sheep of the explosion and fire. He finds nothing at first, no tingle in his hand or chest to tell him of powers laying hidden in strangers that could assist him in anyway. Nothing nothing nothing nothing math genius nothing nothing 

The sirens were growing closer.

Nothing nothing nothing ages slightly slower than a normal person nothing can count to two thousand fourty five before getting bored nothing nothing

–Bingo.

His fingers tingled pleasantly, a heat spreading up his arm to rest pleasurably in his chest, and Taniel wraps his fingers around the man’s, grinning.

“Buddy system, man. Gotta use the buddy system.”

Pleasant. He sounds almost… kind. But then his free hand rises, fingers splayed out like a 90′s cartoon villain, and the police car that fishtails itself around the corner and several people careen backwards into bits and pieces with the concussive blast Taniel had “borrowed” from the stranger.

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The first thing he feels is confusion-the stranger directs far more kindness towards him than Jono is capable of comprehending-followed quickly by horror-the display of power and the way it cause so much pain and destruction that it disgusts him to his core-and he finally settles on guilt-the power used ifs far too like his own to be coincidence. He doesn’t know how, but people are hurt and it is entirely his fault.

Overwhelmed, he drop to his knees and stares at the carnage, at first unable to look away even to regard the man with the gentle voice. Seconds pass, however, and the other man’s continued presence demands attention, and he pays it with more than a small amount of fear at what will come next.

[fyp-psychology]

‘Why are you so quiet?’ rubs on our nerves. What is the correct answer to that question and why does it sound so accusatory? ‘That’s just the way I am’ would seem to be self-evident, but apparently not.

Sophia Dembling, The Introvert’s Way: Living a Quiet Life in a Noisy World (via fyp-psychology)

[epiclivwell]

Will Graham + Clothes → season 3

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Kay hesitated for a moment, chewing at her lip. “All time is valuable,” she stated. but, she understood how he felt, so she didn’t add anything else. She toyed with the camera, still in her hands. She thought of a different approach. “Do you want to walk with me? Talk? It might help you relax. And be more uh natural for the photos.”

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Despite his attempt to keep her from leaving, Jono was surprised it had worked. He took a few seconds to consider her offer, wondering how he’d managed to hold her interest so long.  “Well, I’m sure it couldn’t hurt. Lead the way, Kay.”

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"I’m not—" she started to say, but cut herself. "Okay. Maybe I jumped in too early, shoving a camera in your face. I’m sorry I wasted your time." She began to put the camera away.

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When she began to put her camera away, Jono sighed, feeling terrible. “Oh no, you’re not wasting my time at all, not that it’s all that valuable to begin with. As I said, I’m just not used to getting much attention, is all. If the pictures are good enough for your purposes so far, I’ll just try my best to relax.”

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She didn’t comment. She took a few more pictures. “The pictures are fine. You’re tense. It’s showing in the photographs.” She lowered the camera. 

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"Sorry...it's just not everyday a pretty girl walks up to me and asks to take pictures. I'm a bit out of my element. I'll...try to relax, wouldn't want to ruin your photographs and waste your time."

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She paused to look down at the camera. “But an accountant is something. I do some of that.” She lifted the camera to take another shot of his profile.

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"Then you know it's just crunching numbers. Nothing to write home about, really." He fidgeted a bit and glanced at her while she took the next shot, still not used to the attention. "Are...are these pictures turning out as you hoped?"

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"Small talk works." She stepped around him, taking a couple of shots of his profile. "Jonothon, without an a." She made note of that. "My name is Kay. What um do you do for a living?"

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"Nothing exciting, I'm afraid. I'm just an accountant."

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Her fingers nimbly adjusted the camera lens as she nodded. “Okay. Thank you.” 

"If you just want to um talk? Move naturally? Nothing forced."

[moreacursethanagift]

"I'm not sure what to talk about. It's been a while since my last social conversation. Um...I guess I can start with my name?  It's Jonothon. There's no a in it, even though it sounds like the versions that do. "

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"I uh have to disagree. Photographer’s eye."

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"I...suppose I shouldn't argue with an expert, then. If you truly think I'd be worth your time...I guess I wouldn't mind you taking a few pictures."

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"It’s only a few photographs. And you’ll be compensated for it. I just… think you’d make a good subject."

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"I....are you certain, Miss? I don't think I'm anything interesting to look at."

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A Walk on the Surface

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Suzume waited patiently, eyes wide, blinking intermittently. Her trademark grin bloomed at his question. “Yes.” She giggled a little, reached up and pointed at his mouth, just a few inches away, as if she were going to poke the corner of his lips up into a smile. “You’re sad. Or thinking. Constantine says that’s what he’s doing when he’s not smiling. He also says ‘Go away, Sparrow.’ But he’s nice, really. You seem nice, too.”

“Jesus Christ, Suzy,” Flash muttered. He rolled his eyes and took a step forward, shoving the last of his power bar into his hoodie pocket and reaching out for the girl’s arm. “Listen, I’m sorry, man. She doesn’t get out much.”

[moreacursethanagift]

Jono continued to stare, the girl's patience and unwavering high spirits making him even more confused. When the young boy she was with came over and started to pull her away, Jono looked up at the lad, blinking. "No, it's...it's alright. She wasn't any trouble." He wasn't sure why the girl was concerned with his sadness or lack thereof at all.