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JohnNick anon, I hope you enjoy! the colors look way better in person. I've been having a lot of fun with paint markers recently.

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something about prayer being whatever you say on your knees

🎶 wretch 32 - forgiveness (todd edwards remix)

#john art #john townsend #nick lushwood #johnnick #animation #animatic #flipnote #2d animation #oc #robot oc #original characters #ft vicky. for the first time i believe #there's so much nobody knows.. so much nobody knows yet.. but here it is .. a miniscule glance into my twisted mind #reblogs appreciated or some other pastiche of that desperate people say

long time no queer

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a kiss as a warning. john kisses him and is like next time we meet, it won't be as friends. >:(

harsh kissing prompts

“Don’t do this.”

With his arms bound and a gun pressed against his head, one might expect even the most unrepentant heretic to renounce his sins. But pride had been thoroughly entrenched into Nick’s soul, a intrinsic need to stand his ground come fear or death. Even his pleas passed through his lips as spitting demands.

John’s devoted held him down and kneeling by his shoulders, still Nick’s head remained tilted up with a scowl as he wrestled with the restraints around his wrists. Not that John seemed to mind the defiance -- if anything, Nick couldn’t help but noting, he looked more amused than anything.

( An image came to mind of a housecat lazily toying with vermin that had wandered too far in, igniting a mix of dread and fury that churned in the pit of his stomach. )

“My, my - how easily you’ve angered.” The sooth of John’s voice grated against Nick, his own so gruff with indignation. John waved his hand to the side, and his followers stepped back -- just close enough to keep Nick down, of course, but the cool metal of the pistol was replaced by a gentle hand running through his hair. “Just hours ago you were saying, what was it? That you would be there for me? That you would give me anything?”

“Is this what this is about, John?” Nick balked at the touch, but John held his head firmly in place. “’Cause I wanted to help you get out of this fucked up cult?”

John shushed Nick with a low breath and an accompanying pull at his hair, before lowering himself onto a knee, their foreheads now barely an inch apart.

“You,” he breathed out. “Wanted to turn me against my family, to isolate me from my brothers and sisters in faith.” His words are almost a laugh as he used his free hand to point at Nick, his other still working through Nick’s scruffy hair.

“It’s one thing to disrespect what my brother has built here, but to use our friendship like this?” He clicked his tongue, almost disappointed. “It hurts, to see someone I cared about so consumed by his sin. By his greed.”

“Fuck you.” Nick spat out his words, ( like father like son. ) “Your brother is fucking ins--”

John interrupted Nick with a kiss, so sudden that Nick barely registered the grip around his neck pulling him forward. The moment is silent and unnervingly still, an all too familiar gesture that goes unreturned.

In a second, John pulled away, wearing an expression almost like the forlorn smile of a rejected lover. He leaned in once more to brush against Nick’s ear, Nick still rooted to the spot in surprise.

“Don’t worry, Nicky. I’ll wash away that sin if it’s the last thing I ever do.”

John snapped his fingers, and the two men roughly lifted Nick onto his feet, one muffling his cries as they dragged him to John’s car.

#ask to tag #gcdsaved #; drinking whiskey and rye singin' this'll be the day that i die ( ic )#; give him a fire in his heart give him a light in his eyes ( pregame v. )#johnnick #( oi )#( i kinda went in a different direction with this but uh )#( hope u likey )