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Hey peep this I'm making an AU, I'll post the refs progressively through the following days and maybe some lore too who knows

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Heyyy ignore I've been gone for like six months have some John gay panic ^-^

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a spooky month fanfic starring john + jack (also john's daughter who i named Charlotte after reading donutkittybowbow's fic), soon to be posted on ao3. I'll post the link to it when its done, but for now the tumblrinas can feast upon the first chapter as a sort of demo. very gay!! if thats up ur alley then the story is below the cut. enjoyy C:

Pairing(s): John x Jack (Smokydonuts) [Okay technically not YET because its like the first chapter and a slow burn but they're THERE!! TOGETHER!!!]

Work Summary: A seven-year journey following John as he deals with the loss of his wife, raises a kid, and falls in love again.

Chapter Summary: John is struggling with trying to take care of a newborn, but Jack is there to help when things are dire.

Warning(s): a small bit of angst with a happy ending

Word Count: 1,013

ch. 1: living on (demo)

-2005-

John was tired. More tired than he had been in his life, if he was being honest. A newborn was swaddled in a crib, bawling her eyes out as a soft lullaby played from the spinning toy above. Not that it made much of a difference, being mostly drowned out. Planets, as well as some stars, slowly spun from the device, which hung above the crib. It was late at night (or early morning; he wasn’t sure), with only the soft glow of a lamp giving off any light. There were heavy bags under his eyes, as well as objects scattered around the main room frantically. Half drunk bottles of baby milk that had gone cold from sitting out, baby toys, blankets, pillows, anything he could think of. He rocked the crib to no avail. Nothing seemed to be working.

“What do I do, what do I do, what do I do…” He muttered, almost hopeless. Sitting on a small wooden chair, he rested his head in his hands. He wanted to stay like that forever. It felt like he could sleep for centuries and still wake up tired. As he rocked the crib and pitied himself, he realized something. Most of all, he was scared. And that was scary to admit to himself. He was tired and frustrated and alone, and he feared what could happen with a deadly combination like that. With a newborn, nonetheless. A half-formed idea came to his mind. It’s late, he probably won’t even answer.

He picked up his head and stared at the living room window, covered by thin curtains. Not that he could see anything, it was so dark that the lamp light reflected off of the glass. Sighing heavily, he reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone.

“Mhgm, hello?”

Jack had been sleeping when he was rudely awakened by his ringtone. Checking his alarm clock, it read 1:37 am. He squinted at the bright light of his phone as he picked up and held it to his ear.

“Hey. It's John.”

“Hello. You sound horrible, is everything alright?”

“...”

“John?”

“I need help. Just- come over. Please.”

Jack’s heart dropped at the tone of his voice. Desperate, lonely- not a tone he was used to coming from John.

“I’ll be right over. Should I bring anything?”

“I don't know- stuff for babies? Just being here would be enough.”

“Got it. I’ll be over as soon as I can. Hang in there.”

“Alright.”

Jack hung up and rushed to the kitchen, turning on the lights. He wouldn’t bring too much, but enough. ‘Let’s see-’ Jack thought.

A can of chicken soup, a fresh pair of clothes, a blanket, and… done. Picking up the clothes and blanket, he folded them, set them on top of each other, and put the soup on top. Leaving the pile on the counter, he rushed to put on his winter coat and earmuffs, and threw the supplies into the trunk of his car. He quickly grabbed the essentials; his keys, phone, and wallet, and got in his car.

The drive to John’s house wasn’t far; it was a pretty small town. He pulled up to the small place and, grabbing all he had brought, walked up to the front door. Shifting slightly on the small porch, he knocked. After a few nervous seconds, the door opened.

“You look horrible!” Jack exclaimed. He hardly realized his brashness, more worried than sarcastic.

“Thanks.”

“Don’t worry, I brought some stuff.”

John let him in, and the living room wasn't in any better of a state than it was when he was on the phone. Objects strewn about, stains dried on the floor, the usual for an infant.

Walking over to the crib, Jack frowned slightly at the baby. Her eyes were closed as she cried tearlessly, rocking in the swaddle she was in.

“Let's get this one sorted out first.”

Un-swaddling her, Jack checked her for any baby problems: dirty diaper, spitting up, the works. Not seeing anything particularly wrong, he took off his cold winter jacket and walked to the bathroom. “What are you doing?” John asked, walking behind him. “White noise can help. I’ll turn on the washing machine.” John shrugged in response and the beeping of a few buttons was heard, before the machine started. Going back to the crib, he stifled a yawn as he scooped up the baby and held her, swaying slightly. He continued for some time. It could’ve been hours if he was being honest, trying to remember what he had learned about taking care of young children. Her cries became slightly quieter as he went on, and he soon half whispered to John. “Go sit on the couch. You look like you need a rest.”

Not in any position to argue, he did just that.

Moments later, Charlotte was still and asleep, gentle puffs of breath leaving her.

“There we go,” Jack whispered as quietly as he could. Swaddling her gently, he cleared anything that may have been in the crib before and slowly leaned down, placing her gently.

“That's more like it.”

Looking at John, he couldn't say he was surprised. Still as a rock, he was dead asleep with nothing but a decorative pillow under his head. Jack wordlessly took the clean blanket he had brought and draped it over him, knowing how cold it could get. It was December. Finally, he looked around the living room. Dirty, still, but much calmer. As quietly as he could, he picked up soft things and placed them next to the couch, and things like toys he put in a large basket he noticed some had remained in. Pleased with his work, he looked outside. Pitch black, and very icy. No way I can drive home in this… Cutting his losses, he made his way to the guest bedroom to get settled in. He kicked off his boots and placed them neatly next to the bed, flicking off the light and getting comfortable under the covers.

Whether he knew it or not, he had saved a life that night.

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I AM SCREAMING!!! I FUCKING LOVE THIS URGH IT'S SO GOOD!!! MADE MY DAY BRO LOOK AT THIS!!! I LOVE THE WAY YOU DREW HIM AND THE SHADING???? WURGH SO GOOD MMMM

STARRY EYES

DUDE THIS FAN COMIC LITERALLY KILLED ME WTH

ANYWAYS TAKE MY FANART

edit: the comic is by @requyem on tiktok i shoulda specified xd

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LOOK!!! LOOK AT THIS!!!! IT'S BEAUTIFUL!!! I LOVE IT!!!!

https://youtu.be/Yr53UPSqVKU

Spooky Month: Starry Eyes Hypnosis Fan Edit! (Credits In Description!)

Owner of Starry Eyes: https://www.tiktok.com/@requyem?_t=8YekQsKlI1T&_r=1

Song: https://youtu.be/gIxuqIPjrbo

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RAWR!!~X3 🦇✨

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Spooky month characters as kiddos! Part 1

Imma ramble about em below the pics

Lila was my first try at this, while brainstorming I just got the visual image of those funky little winter boots and I loved the idea so much I just rolled with it. Lila is a winter baby. At first I wanted to give her dress some frills then I realized, not only that I couldn't manage to make it look right but that it would clutter the design and not fit her so I removed em and replaced em with a belt, to also give a call back to her original design

Ignacio was the second one I did and... I had only two thoughts: ''pathetic/sad looking'' and ''oversized sweater'' that's it, that's all there is to his design and I love him. He probably got that sweater from his dad and just keeps it cause it's comfortable

Jaune was the first design where I started sketching without much idea other then a pose and shorts, I didn't want to just do ''jaune but small'' so I tried playing around with her shirt and body language and went with the idea of sportsy, she be rocking in soccer and baseball practice and ready to win and have fun

Bob started off the same as Jaune, not much idea for his clothes, I obviously wanted to keep his iconic turtleneck but I was struggling to figure out how to include it while also being able to convey this 'country' and '70's' feel that I wanted for kid Bob. So I ended up brainstorming looking at my tablet for a while before slamming my hands on the table and realizing, OVERALLS. HE NEEDS OVERALLS. And now I have an entire HC childhood for him about him growing up in a ranch on the countryside raising the pigs with his dad and taking care of stray kittens. I love baby Bob, he makes me very happy

Frank uhm... I'm sad. For context, I did these while on a ten hour long car ride back to Belgium, and Frank was the last one I did, it was completely dark out, the only light was my tablet screen, my body was sore af, I was tired and my creativity juice was going low. Frank is my absolute favorite character, although Jack and John are my comfort characters, Frank just makes me insanely happy and hyper, and I don't feel like I did him justice... Like I said with jaune, I don't want to just make ''that character but small'' but it's complicated for Frank because my guy probably has had the same T-shirt and sweater just in difference sizes all his life. So I was brainstorming for a while trying to maybe mix his T-shirt with sweater and I ended up settling on those collared T-shirts I hated as a kid. He probably doesn't care about style that much so I tried to express that by making one of his shoelace untie and having one of his sock not pulled up at all. Gave him a bunch of scraps and bruises because he probably spends 22h out of a day outside playing rough with the wildlife and other kids. When I posted this in a discord server we ended up throwing that idea around that he could literally get hit by a car and walk it off like it was nothing, he breaks his wrist and just snaps it back in place, slaps a random bandaid on it and calls it a day. I love Frank a lot lol

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queer vampires real 🦇🏳️‍⚧️

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It's unhealthy how much I love these three men help me

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And for the folks on here, just letting yall know the comic is currently on haitus! Will come back as soon as possible

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Take a shot every time I forget to post the next part of Starry eyes on here, you'll die

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you are seeming very normal about john and jack

I am so normal about them it's so normal how normal I feel I think about them such a normal amount of time I love them a normal amount I'm so normal and sane