#dep-yo-tee

[dep-yo-tee]

Cryptid entity from your hometown that communicates with you through postcards and hasn't seen you since childhood.

[mothersfavourite]

strange powers - the magnetic fields plays softly in the background

commission by @dep-yo-tee ♡

[spicedrobot]

Read that Silco/Viktor fic GOD that shit was good!!!!

sdfajksdfsd thank you! I also just want to say i really appreciate seeing you in my notifs too thanks for sticking around so long! 💖

[lasvegasjackrabbits]

🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓🍓 here king

omg ok ok ok im gonna talk abt my boy HARVEY cuz i barely ever do even tho hes like one of my fav ocs !!!

- i made harvey bc i never ever ever see any trans cowboy characters 😐 that was literally my motivation

- harvey has two dogs ! a great pyrenees named goose, and a bluetick coonhound named charlie. he also has a barn cat but i havent decided on a name yet

- harvey has 2 horses ! a male paint named whiskey and a female clydesdale named bourbon

- harvey is 6'5". nothing to add to that he's just a massive man

- he knows how to play the mf BANJO. picked it up when he was a kid. he doesn't play a lot anymore but still has one

- a lot of his income is from selling wool and dairy products at a local farmer's market !! he makes everything himself at home and wishes he didn't have to because it destroys his back and neck doing all that work

ik i dont rlly talk abt him ever so if you dont know who this is his page is here !

[refinedstorage]

5С + Des BLEASE

Also for @dep-yo-tee! What is this expression even like... is he up to something, or shy? 👀 👀 👀

Emoji prompts

[5un5yst]

Happy birthday 😳 @dep-yo-tee

[witchofthewild]

"Hey... Hey, it's just me." For the prompt thing :^)

I’m back with more prompt fills for seven month old prompts!

I know you’re weary

Greenwarden. Bautista x Lewis (m!tracker). 1.1k words. tw for panic attacks and mild paranoia!

You don’t really know how long it's been since you slammed the bathroom door and threw the latch. You’ve been calm for a good while now, having rode the panic attack out to exhaustion.

Calm might be an exaggeration.

You can’t unlock the door.

Read it here on ao3!

[calmdowncolb]

I was inspired by a post by @dep-yo-tee about John’s feelings when he was reunited with Jacob as adults. Small ficlet occurred. 

John took delicate steps, as if anything too loud could crack Jacob open.

Blinking, he had to assure himself that his brother was real.

Shit, both of them, really.

He tiptoed around the hotel bed, making sure to walk in a wide circle so Jacob wouldn’t be startled. He gently placed his hand on Jacob’s right shoulder. His older brother still flinched.

Joseph was sitting by the head of the bed, with Jacob’s arm outstretched towards him. It had been a few hours now since the two younger Seeds had discovered the shell of their eldest. Only now, as the sun was hidden away, Jacob took off his stained Army jacket.

“My God, Jake...” Joseph had whispered. He ran his fingers across the tattered and scarred flesh of his brother’s arm. Despite the damage, Joseph could still see some familiar orange freckles scattered about. They served as proof that this was indeed his Jacob, even if nothing else matched the description.

John winced when Jacob began breathing harder. He wheezed from his repeatedly broken septum.

Joseph, with his eyebrows furrowed in concern, tried to examine every bit of exposed skin. Jacob had been burned and slashed, shot and stabbed. Each wound seemed to have healed and broken again over time.

Joseph held his own breath to avoid crying. He pressed his palm over Jacob’s bicep, as if to absorb his pain. He couldn’t help but let out a sob when he noticed his brother’s hardened glare towards the floor. This had to be the first time anyone had shown him any attention, much less concern, since the boys had been separated. His red hair was now longer than Joseph’s. It hung in his face, hiding his shame.

“Jacob, God has delivered you back to me.” Joseph gasped, and pulled Jacob into his arms for a big hug.

“I’m so sorry, brother. I’m so sorry. You’re safe now.” Joseph said, placing his hand on the back of his brother’s head.

John’s breath was caught in his throat, threatening to strangle him. His hands shook as though the room were ice cold.

While Joseph held Jacob and comforted him, John silently crept onto the bed besides Jacob. Unsure of what else to do, and certainly without anything to say, John rested his hand on Jacob’s knee.

Perhaps for a split second, John may have guessed that Jacob would fall into his arms and they’d hug and cry together. Perhaps. But old habits die hard, and once Jacob noticed the awkward consolation John was providing, he straightened himself up. In a fluid motion, muscle memory at this point, Jacob wrapped his big arm around John’s shoulders and pulled him into his chest. John slid right into place, hugging Jacob’s waist.

“It’s okay, kid.” Jacob rasped.

John managed a smile; a miracle as he fought back tears. He and Joseph had cried all day, and he was predicting that Jacob would laugh if they started again.

It was just so fucking typical, and so wonderful to John that this happened. Without missing a beat, without considering the situation, Jacob defaulted to protecting him. Jacob needed to make sure that he was okay, first and foremost.

For today, he’d allow it. He’d rest his head against his brother and close his eyes. They both needed it anyway.

A few moods and thoughts swung through his head. The urge to yell, ‘Damn it Jake, let me take care of you!’ popped in for a second.

‘That’s okay’, John decided. ‘That’s okay, because nothing and no one will ever hurt you again.’ He nodded into Jacob’s chest, affirming his vow to himself.

“This feels so strange.” Joseph muttered humorously. “You’re really here. You both are.”

“Yeah.” John opened his eyes. “I missed you both every day.”

Jacob squeezed John a little tighter.

Joseph’s mystic gaze couldn’t leave the sight before him. The years had turned John and Jacob into survivors, neck-deep in trauma and depression. He knew that, but here, some random hotel in Georgia, he saw who they were meant to be. John, so full of light, no matter how hard the world tried to extinguish him. Jacob, always the protector, no matter who or what tried to victimize him.

Joseph felt what must have been some semblance of wholeness here.

“Jacob...” He began calmly. “We have so much to tell you.”