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[occultsleutha]

“ the memories hurt the most. ”

@greendefender

 sometimes when john looks back at his own memories, it feels more like a monster trying to recall his days as a man, so he tries not to do it often. but alec - beneath all that moss and vine - still has the thing that john’s lost, so long ago. it doesn’t have a name, not any that john can pin it with, but the loss pangs inside of him every day he’s sober enough to feel it. 

he envies alec for that, a special kind of bitterness tangled in his chest like a bushel of thorns. 

“maybe so, mate, but that’s yer humanity, so i’d ‘old tight if i were you.”

[the-constantone]

@greendefender​ 

“Is that….a joke?” He wasn’t sure how to respond whenever John said something like that. He just tilted his head to the side and gave him a confused look.

John could help but chuckle. “Yes big man. It’s a joke” he said taking a long drag of his cigarette. It was one of the more amusing things when he worked with him. He always got a kick out of it somehow. “You know you should come into the city more often mate can show you a lot of funny things” he smirked over at him.

[the-constantone]

@greendefender​ ll ❝ If you don’t mind knocking? A friendly knock. ❞

“Since when did you ever care about knocking?” The blond cocked a brow at his much larger greener friend. John glanced back at the house as he finished off his cigarette. He glanced at the door and sighed heavily. “Knocking it is then” he’d prefer breaking in but sure the green monster wanted to play nice sure why not. “Come on then” he said holding a small pot of soil. He glanced up at him, “what? You think they’d like a giant green man up behind me? You’d make a nice parlay gift mate” he smirked up at him.

[worldsfinestspy]

starter for @greendefender

Her hazel eyes took in the men surrounding her. Silent assassins, dressed in the same red robes she was. Ready to move in on her. Pounce on her. She didn’t know who they were. She didn’t know who she was, but she knew that she had to get away from them. The redhead had woken up, finally, breaking through whatever control they’d had on her -- it seemed they weren’t willing to let her go that easily. 

She was barefoot, standing ankle deep in standing water of some bog as they moved in on her. The ninjas stunk of death and brimstone. They moved fast, the Red head moved faster. Disarming one she shoved his own sword through his ribs. The body dissolving only leaving clothes and the stench of sulphur. Katana in her hand she turned to defend herself from the undead hoard. 

[venomblastings]

@greendefender // starter call

She knew getting out of the city was a mistake. She was never fond of overly crowded dense forests. Jessica got enough of that plus more in the Savage Land. Everything smelled like mud or rotting leaves. And when you have super senses, it could be a little disorienting to hear every twig snap. 

    But super senses also came with the beneficial perk of knowing when she’s being watched. Call it women’s intuition. She shot a glare behind her, one fist clenched. 

        “You don’t have to come out, but I know you’re there, pal.” She called into the trees around her. 

[occultsleutha]

greendefender replied to your post: ‘ it’s where the men fucked the earth hoping to...

“I assumed you would enjoy being that vulgar.”

“Tell me, when those ‘eco-sexual’ lot are doin’ the dirty with the trees n’ the soil, what’s that like fer someone such as yerself, eh?”

[occultsleutha]

‘ it’s where the men fucked the earth hoping to impregnate it with gold. ’

buzzfeed unsolved * @greendefender

 The sound of John’s heels as he circles the clearing to one uncharted forest is muted by the soft earth beneath his feet. It feels...alive somehow, like if he stops walking, it’ll swallow him below. He doesn’t like that, but he also doesn’t give it much of his attention as there are other matters to deal with. 

He waves a hand over a spot towards the center, eyes flickering to the responding faint glow of symbols that have rotted into the moss with time. “Jus’ as I thought...” John says, quick to place a cigarette between his lips and light it, “...ancient magic still flows it’s way through this place.”

“Looks like we’ll get to the bottom of this soon enough, an’ we won’t ‘ave to pull out our willies like the blokes before us, aren’t we lucky?”