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somedayonbroadway · 5 months
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Hey do you think you could maybe do some more of An Angel Come To Save Me? Some Jack and tiny Race fluff would be very much appreciated with everything going on. Thank you so much, I hope you have a great night/day!
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Jack had sniffled as he watched his son bounce around the park with far too much energy. The boy was three and completely wild. Jack found that he loved to jump and dance and move. He wanted to be grateful for that. Maybe he would be if he wasn’t so damn tired all the time. But right now, he was just waiting for the kid to wear himself down so Jack could put him down for a nap.
Another car sped by and the boy jumped up and down, waving at the person driving. Sometimes they honked back and sometimes they didn’t. Jack ran a hand down his face.
His little boy turned and rushed up to him. “Dada!” he squealed, climbing up onto the bench and then onto Jack’s lap. Jack wrapped his arms around the boy.
“What, sweet boy?” Jack asked, bouncing the boy on his knee a bit.
“Tummy’s rumbling!” the little boy said, looking down at his stomach.
Jack sighed and dug a half eaten granola bar out of his pocket. He’d swiped it from a convenience store on the way out. He pulled a bite of the thing off and let Race shove it into his mouth. It still stunned Jack sometimes how small the boy was. He couldn’t afford a doctor for the kid but he was sure if he did they would tell him that Race was too small for his age. Jack always watched him dance and move and hoped he didn’t use too much of his energy. Jack was nervous about getting them dinner tonight. He wasn’t sure what he could sneak out of the grocery store tonight. He sniffled, watching the boy lick his fingers clean.
The young man ran a hand over his son’s hair and let out a long breath. Race tilted his head and looked up at his father. “You so strong, dada…” he said out of nowhere.
Jack wondered if the boy’s perception of him would change as he grew up. Maybe Race would look at him one day and blame him, realize what was going on, realize that Jack couldn’t provide for him.
He was trying to tire Race out so that he could take a jacket some man had given them on the street one day, wrap the boy up in it, and let him sleep under the jungle gym. They’d been evicted last week. Jack knew he should go to David. He knew David would be furious he didn’t. But Jack didn’t want to do this again. He felt alone and he knew that if he overstayed his welcome, David would resent him for the rest of their lives.
All Jack could think to say to the little boy was, “One day, you’re gonna be stronger.” It was a promise he made. He needed the boy to know that. He would make sure Race got through this. And one day, he would be so much more than Jack ever was.
Race’s blue eyes looked up at his father and Jack melted beneath the gaze, running his thumb over the boy’s cheek.
All that mattered was this little boy. And even if one day the boy looked back and hated Jack for being unable to put a roof over his head, Jack would make sure Race never had to go through any of this ever again.
That was a promise.
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noelledeltarune · 7 months
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EVERY SINGLE DAY there are MILLIONS of characters in their late 20s who get falsely accused of being father figures to teenagers when in reality the description of "weird older cousin" or "step-sibling that moved out before you were born" is 1000000x more apt
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kathaynesart · 2 months
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Draxum's rude af kids are making their way through the @tmntaucompetition
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Friendly warning: don't mess with Dad.
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wickcipher · 9 months
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Sometimes I think... they're all just speaking tongues...
A little animation for Cass Apocalyptic Series by @somerandomdudelmao! Thank you for creating such a wonderful story that brings the fandom together!!
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phoebepheebsphibs · 4 months
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Completed Draxum's Nightmare Comic!
CW: PTSD, nightmare, anxiety attacks, implied character death, trauma, Mikey's hands do the snap-crackle-pop-glowstick thing
I had a fun time creating this miniseries comic, answering interesting asks about writing Draxum's character and angst ideas, and just seeing people fall to their knees over the angst I fed them.
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Thanks for reading! See ya in the next comic!!
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Now go get some rest.
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gh0stsp1d3r · 11 months
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Maybe a Hobie x reader where Miguel and the reader have a close relationship (like Miguel see the reader as his daughter) And Hobie and reader are dating and nobody know. But then Miguel figured out in some way.
Hope it’s okay !!
I love thisss
Miguel is readers actual father cuz I don’t see him getting rlly close w someone like a daughter unless it’s his actual daughter, you can be adopted or biological
𝐓𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬...
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You laughed as hobie practically dragged you to his room.
He let go of your hand when he got in his room “Hello, sweetheart.” He said, picking up his guitar as you sat down on his bed. He plugged in his amp, and fixed some settings.
“Oh so you love your guitar more than me now?” You said, feigning offense.
“That’s not very fair, innit? Can’t love you both equally now?”
You laughed and rolled your eyes as he smiled and started strumming his guitar. He tuned it and then he started playing.
You smiled at how excited he got when he played, he had a huge grin on his face, he glanced at you sometimes too, even singing to you.
After an hour of that, you both laid down in the bed, talking and just looking at each other.
“It’s late, we should probably get you back to HQ, yeah?”
“Yeah. You’re right.” You mumbled, you both stood up, and you gave him one last kiss before leaving through the portal you opened
Miguel was waiting in your room, you screamed for a second and he just stood there.
“Jesus Christ! Dad!”
“Care to explain?” He said, holding up a photo booth picture of you and Hobie. You both laughed, hobie flashed the middle finger, and in the last one kissed.
“Why are you snooping in my room?!” You grabbed the photo.
“Well I came to clean it, then I saw that, and then I saw that!” He pointed to the jacket that was hung in your closet, a jacket that was obviously his.
“Dad…”
“Are you and hobie dating?” He asked, feeling like he knew the answer.
“Yea.”
“How long?”
“… like a … few months.”
“How much is a few?”
“Like… 5.”
“5 months?!”
“5 months.”
He sighed and rubbed his temple “Hobie- out of everyone- Hobie? The biggest pain in my ass?”
“Yea.. yeah. Sorry I didn’t tell you..”
He sighed again. “It’s just kissing.. right?”
“Dad!”
“Oh my god are you guys-!”
“No! Dad!” You covered your face, embarrassed.
“Good. I’ll beat his ass.” He mumbled.
“Goodnight dad.” You said as he left.
“Goodnight… you leave the door open.”
“Why?!”
“Because.” He narrowed his eyes.
You groaned “Fine.”
He left the hallway, and Hobie opened a portal at the right time.
“Just thought I’d stay here for tonight. That cool?” He said, hands in his jacket pockets.
You jumped, startled.
“Shhshshsh.” You said, covering his mouth.
“I swear to god, if that’s who I think it is!” Miguel yelled.
You winced and told him to go in the closet as your dads footsteps boomed down the hall.
He looked around, saw you on the bed.
“Hey… dad. What’s up?”
“Hey Miguel.” Hobie said from the closet. You groaned.
“Can he stay dad please?”
“Ay dios mío. Just keep the door open.” He grumbled, staring at hobie as he left.
“Teenagers…”
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stil-lindigo · 1 year
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prodigal son.
a sort of epilogue for God of War Ragnarok, since I miss these two so much.
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protagonist-art · 9 months
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found family and cute family moment lovers u will love mutant mayhem ‼️‼️‼️
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delhe-dalim · 9 months
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AAAA I JUST WATCHED THE MOVIEE!! I rlly enjoyed itt<33 And here's little DonniE !☝️🤓
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audhd-nightwing · 2 months
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things in DC canon i’ll literally never get over
1. dick finds out batman replaced him as robin (without asking him) from the NEWSPAPER and simultaneously finds out bruce adopted a new kid without telling him (to make things worse: bruce didn’t even adopt dick)
2. dick finds out jason died from the newspaper (AGAIN? REALLY BRUCE?) and bruce had the fucking funeral WITHOUT HIM while he was still in space
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puppetmaster13u · 2 months
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Another Ghost Dragon Prompt? Indeed.
The Ward had made a mistake. Had stolen something that had caused the very Skies to lash out, entire worlds at risk from their actions.
Time Itself shrieked in rage at the loss of Its child, or at least that's how every magic user- and the speedsters, pale and shaken and looking sick- had described it.
Someone had taken the young prince of the Infinite, and it was not the Tyrant King, long since sealed away, that lead the charge, but the Queen Regent that many had long since forgotten.
Many forgot that it was not the Dark who courted Time, but Time who courted the Dark. That It was just, if not more so, merciless as Its partner, and would Devour worlds should Its child- still with newdeath soft scales- was not returned.
Which meant that for the heroes, there was now a Clock ticking down ever so quietly. They had to take care of what was a government branch, had to deal with consequences of going over the law, or their World would End in dragon fire.
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somedayonbroadway · 8 months
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Heyyyyy!!!! That last chapter of Everything I've Ever Wanted was solid gold! I loved it! I had an idea for another part to it! (feel free to completely disregard it) But what would happen if Race brought Spot home one day? I've been thinking about that a lot. It could be pretty angsty, but ayyyyy thats kinda what we do here! Thank ye! Have a great night/day!
Everything I Ever Wanted Masterlist
Actually this turned out a little fluffier than I expected.
Also, sorry for the 3 year wait. I’m motivated to write more finally.
Please enjoy!
Race tugged at Spot’s hand. He pulled him beneath the tree at the side of their house. He was riddled with anxiety. Spot leaned in to kiss him and it occurred once again to the young teenager that this boy was two years older than him, a football player and, something much more concerning, he was a he. And Spot pressed him against the tree, kissing him.
Race melted beneath his touch. Fourteen years old was too old for a first kiss. At least, that’s what everyone at school said. Not his friends. Race didn’t really have any friends. Everyone at school called him weird. They all told him he was a nerd and he was too young to be in their class and that he’d never get anywhere.
Not Spot though. Spot was the first person to hit someone who tried to hit him first. He was the first person to defend him. The first person to call him pretty, to ask him if he’d ever wanted someone to kiss him or teach him about sex or tell him that he deserves to have fun.
When Spot pulled away Race’s instincts just took over. He started trying to take Spot’s shirt off. They managed to toss it to the side as Spot reached for the button of Race’s pants. As far as Race’s papa knew, he was out at a late night study session with a bunch of college students. He was never allowed to go to social gatherings. He was never allowed to experience new things that his papa didn’t approve of.
Having a hot football player fiddling with his zipper was enough to make Race just about go wild.
That is, until Spot was quite literally shoved off of him and a young man stood between them. “Get the hell off of you, you little pervert! Get out of here! Go!”
Race’s blue eyes widened in panic. “Jack!”
“You fix yourself right then hell now, kid!” Jack hissed. Race was already trying, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment.
Spot put his hands up. “Sorry! I’ll go! Racer, I’ll see you tomorrow!” he yelled, rushing away in fear at Jack.
Jack turned back to his boy. “You better get your ass up to your bed and pray that Mr. Snyder is dead asleep right now and never finds out what you were doing!” he growled. “Go!”
“No, Jack! I was having a good night! I want this! I was finally gonna be normal—!” Race whined.
Jack grabbed the child’s wrist. “Shut your mouth right now,” he hissed. “March yourself into that house and think about how dangerous this was! I had no idea where you really were! You said you were at the library and when Snyder sent me to pick you up, you weren’t there! I was worried sick!”
The words made Race look down. “I’m… I’m really sorry,” he muttered. “I just… I felt like I needed to just have a normal night… I mean… What did you do when you were my age? Did you go to parties? Or football games? Were you popular, you look like you were popular…”
Jack sighed. “You don’t wanna know about my life when I was your age. Now get upstairs and don’t even mention that boy around Mr. Snyder… seriously…”
“Jack, all I do is study! All I do is take pointless tests and learn languages I’ll never have any use for! I don’t have any friends, I don’t get to go out for ice cream dates or learn how to smoke drugs or take alcohol—“
It was very hard for Jack to stifle his small chuckle but he managed to only smile a little instead. “Okay, baby boy, come on, let’s go inside,” he whispered, taking the kid’s hand.
Race grumbled. “Don’t laugh at me,” he insisted. Jack quietly took the boy inside and took him to the kitchen, picking the lock of Snyder’s liquor cabinet. “What are you doing?”
The young man glanced down at Race. “You said you wanted to be a teenager, so I’m gonna let you be a teenager,” he said, taking down a bottle of tequila. He poured a small shot into a cup. “Here,” he whispered before putting everything back just like he’d found it. The boy stared down at the drink in his hand. He glanced up at Jack before smelling the liquid. Jack smiled. “Bottoms up, kid.”
So that’s what Race did. That is, before he started coughing and making a face at the foul drink he’d just downed. “That’s disgusting,” he heaved, trying not to throw up.
Jack nodded. “Yeah. Now go brush your teeth and go to bed and promise me you’ll never have sex.”
Tears formed in the boy’s eyes. He barreled himself in Jack’s arms. He hugged him tightly and sniffled a bit. “I’m sorry I worried you… you’re the only friend I got…”
And then just like that, Race rushed upstairs like a good little boy, doing everything Jack asked.
Jack sighed and leaned back against the counter, a warm and wobbly feeling in his chest.
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noxcheshire · 5 months
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I kept thinking of little baby man Phantom and the potential of Danny being an actual baby of the Infinite Realms. However, he’s more snake teenager than itty bitty Little Baby Man edition, cause I think it’d be so funny to just — imagine this teenage snake curled up in a summoning circle, obviously having been taking a nap and looking up with his big green, sleepy eyes and Constantine just stares and freaks because, “THATS A WHOLE ASS BABY, PUT IT BACK!”
But they can’t because apparently the summoning was more of a ‘knock knock I’m a babysitter’ and Danny’s ghost parent decided that this was the perfect time to have some time for themselves if Heroes were so willing to take care of Danny for a little while.
Another take — mainly in reference to a different post about Klarion actually just being a toddler of the infinite realms with no ideas on how to human and thinks him fighting with heroes is just a play date — zooms into the human realm where the heroes are and just goes, “Hey I’m dropping my baby sibling onto you guys cause my dad got mad last time Danny got hurt by the humans I hang with. So here you go, I’ll pick him up later.”
A teenage snake Danny is dropped into a hero’s arms where he mainly grumbles and then shifts to better take a nap. Klarion drops the baby essentials at them with no further explanations other then “here’s their favorite blanket, if they get fussy taco them; here’s the baby milk make sure it’s -200 F, they have an ice core, etc.” and then just DISAPPEARS after leaving what amounts to a month old infant in human heroes care.
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kuzcoskingdom · 2 months
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The Emperor's New Groove (2000) || Treasure Planet (2002)
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theelvishfiddler · 7 months
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refuge
when you were just a little rat, small, curious, helpless, but you were shown care, love, and safety. then you witnessed the murder of the people who took you in, saw the cruelty of the world. the aftermath found you in the sewer, suddenly intelligent and mutated with four small baby turtles. so you took care of them, and tried to raise them, even though you were just learning how to be a person yourself. despite your best try to keep them all safe, the world is harsh and cruel… if you had the choice they would have never had to struggle and hurt like this….
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shardkn1ght · 5 months
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Guys…..
Let’s start the trend again…..
I’m begging you all
Please
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