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guys I've forgotten Abt Tumblr and I got reminded, I promise I'm working on the fic... At a rate of ten words a month... But it's the projects I'll be free to write when I finish them

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If Jor-El was always there with the milk

Inspired by this tiktok about a Tumblr post… also because the comments are begging me: https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZP8Nojvct/

TW: description of a torture method

Everybody knows the story of how Superman crashed to earth after the destruction of his home planet, but not everyone knows of his father who arrived with him.

Jor-El, who had somehow gotten his clothes hooked onto some part of the capsule his baby was in when they fired it, was honestly surprised he survived the deep space for so long without losing his son's capsule, although weakened somewhat. It seemed that they crashed on a lesser developed planet, as the beings here were still living in small structures built of basic natural materials. With his son, Jor-El knocked on the door of the nearest settlement for help.

Pa Kent was quite surprised, to put it lightly, when he answered the door to a strange man wearing clothes that seemed quite out of place and carrying a sort of carrier containing- is that a baby? And it turns out they were aliens, and none of them could understand the other, but he knew wasn't hallucinating when the man demonstrated boiling a pot of water with his lasers for eyes. But he was taught to do the right thing and trusts people (or aliens) until they give him a reason not to, so he let them stay. He told the neighbors they were distant relatives who were tired of city life, and because they coincidentally needed a helping hand on the farm. Within a short time, they'd learned the language, became quite a help with their speed and strength, and were delightful company. Although Pa Kent still worried his wife might gravitate towards this “Jor-El”, for he was far better looking, but semi-co-parenting the adorable baby was worth it.

Jor-El quite enjoyed this simple life, and the years passed quick. He had started courting both humans, though he could not gift them his wealth, he helped whenever he could. He learned earth customs, and apparently what he thought was courting wasn't how they did it, but oh well. He would still teach he son the ways of his roots, and keep the customs of suitors.

Clark grew up like any other boy, except for the time he almost burnt down the barn, froze the lake, drifted into the clouds as a baby… you get it. His biological father taught him to control these things so he could blow on his food without making an iced sundae out of his soup, but it was Ma and Pa Kent who helped him with his school work, tucked him in most nights, and read him stories of snow white and little red riding hood. Jor-El mostly taught him a Kryptonian curriculum, and was the only one he could really let loose playing catch with without the worry of accidentally hurting him. It was kinda like having divorced parents, if the divorced parents got along just fine and still lived together, and one of them built an extension to the house that tripled its size to do experiments in (scientist on any planet). Sometimes Clark would catch his Father staring at a sketch of a woman and look up into the stars, but it was a mutual agreement not to speak of her (after Clark grew out of his ‘why’ phase anyway).

Clark grew up, had his farewell, moved to Metropolis, you know the story. Sometimes Jor-El would visit him, check up on his Kryptonian, though Clark knew he could hear him just fine across the country. Clark eventually started dating Bruce Wayne after interviewing him. Then there was some confusing things where Bruce kissed Superman, (that's still him, but he didn't think Bruce was really smart enough to figure that out at the time,) then BATMAN of all people kissed him, and they had a good laugh about how Bruce thought they both knew each other's identities, and Clark was a mess of confusion during it all. But this isn't about superbat interactions in the wild, plenty of other fanfics for that, this is about Jor-El about to have way too many adopted orphaned grandkids. So then came the time for Bruce to meet Clark's parents.

Meeting the Kent's? They were charmed, happy that Clark found someone financially stable and made him happy. The regular human stuff. Mr.El on the other hand?

Jor-El looked down at the man in a suit standing in front of him. He had never really listened in on his son's personal life, as a respectful Kryptonian, but this one seemed a bit… dim. Famously a playboy bimbo, honestly. This was the guy Kal-El was into? Well if Kal thinks he can pass the test, then so be it.

Bruce looked up at the imposing figure in front of him, tall as a mountain, calm as a river, arms crossed with a glare that could shake a lesser man. Bruce was no lesser man, but with his Brucie act, Jor-El probably thinks that he was just too stupid to be intimidated.

“So, Jake, was it?”

“Jor, of the house of El.”

The alien's glare deepened, while Bruce rivaled him with a smile.

“Potato patata, pleased to meet you sir.”

“Oh no, the pleasure is all mine.”

“Sarcasm, glad to see our species aren't so different.”

“You will need to complete the courting ritual to have my son.”

“I was thinking of breaking the ice a little, but straight to the point, a very efficient man I see. Could I interest you with a job at Wayne Enterprises?”

Jor-El ignored the job offer and switched to Kryptonian, which Clark sighed and translated, although Bruce had already learned the language and had surgery to implant an invention of his in his vocal cords to physically be able to pronounce the words that would be impossible for a normal human.

“He says the suitor may pick any activity as long as the rules are fair. If they fail to win, the parent can,— dad, I'm not translating that.”

Bruce understood it of course, giving a thoughtful “Hn.” in response. These Kryptonian rituals were certainly high stakes, and he certainly doesn't look forward to being strung up with barbed wire and left to marinate in a gas chamber for however long it would take for Clark to break through a bulletproof window with blue kryptonite strapped to his back. A Kryptonian might survive that, but certainly not mortal Bruce Wayne without his batsuit.

He knows what he has to do.

“What do you know, a royal flush!”

Batman can see Jor-El seething in the corner as this ditzy little human took the last of Clark's poker chips, an utter and undeniable victory. Bruce flashes the Man of Titanium- his new nickname- a signature Brucie smile, watching with glee as big, bright, and angry gave him a look that almost rivaled his batglare.

“...Did you just win Clark in a game of poker?”

“I also won an apple pie. The infamous Kent pie, try not to get too jealous when I take both of my hot, steamy, homegrown prizes home.”

Clark buries his head in his hands, but Bruce can feel his smile and the heat radiating off of him.

“Øh, åñd ßy thê wãy, try çœlîñg dòwñ ā bìt wíll yā? Rèd īßñ’t rælly yøúr çōlòr. Î prëfér Kål ïñ ìt mœrè.”

Bruce smirked at the brief flash of surprise on the older Kryptonian’s face at the use of his planet’s language, pulling Clark with his apple pie out the door before he can respond.

Ma Kent is cackling in the background :)

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Jason Todd Angst!!!

TW!!! MCD, EXCESSIVE DESCRIPTIONS OF BLOOD AND GORE, EXTREME BLOOD AND GORE, FOR EMPHASIS

NOTE: I am aware this is unrealistic of bats and may be scientifically inaccurate. But angst.

Batman was angry.

He was livid. Sure he was a bit surprised and relieved that Jason was alive, but mostly livid.

In that moment, all he felt was betrayal, the anger that Jason had broken his one rule, and didn't bother to get his facts straight before he blamed everything on Bruce. He would've killed Joker, he would've taken revenge for him, but he was stopped. But there wasn't time to explain anything, just anger that Jason was being unreasonable, and putting all the blame on him.

And that anger changed the trajectory of his throw of the batarang by a fraction of a degree.

An intentional fraction of a degree.

It didn't incapacitate.

It ripped right through the center of Jason's neck.

A kill.

Flying cleaning through, between two vertebrates of his neck, cutting though his vitals. There was a brief moment of silence and horror, before Bruce rushed to Jason, trying to stop the bleeding, to hold the two parts of his son together, almost convincing himself that if he could keep Jason's head on his body, he could save him. He didn't know when Joker started laughing his taunting, maniacal laugh, the sound ringing in his ears for what felt like hours as he stared at his boy, the son he killed. The sound, like it was mocking him that he would always fail, and never be able to save those he cared about.

BOOM.

Bruce shielded Jason and himself with his cape, knocked back by the blast, Jason's body in his arms as Joker wheezed somewhere in the rubble. He was holding his son's head. The blood stained his gloves, his suit, the ground, the rubble, the blood on his hands. It ran down what was left of Jason's neck, pooled under him, a reminder of his greatest failure. His greatest failure, not Jason's life, but the ending of it.

When the Gotham police arrived, many of the officers could not keep their stomachs. The only way they identified it was Joker's body was a DNA test which matched the green hair he'd left at former scenes. There was nothing left of him but bone fragments, bits of his suit dyed red, and a pile of mutilated flesh. Bullets were also found in the mess. Batman did not use bullets. There were dozens of them. Two batarangs in the middle of it. It was the night no one dared to check camera footage for.

(i love causing pain)

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Y'all it's 2 am and my vision is starting to blurry is this lack of sleep or screens or what

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vrums for ghoap

I thought it'd be fun to make this.

I hc that soap came with the h2 and made ghost get an r1 saying it was only 100cc 💀

I'm sorry the h2 has a stand, it was the best pic I could scourge off google when I got the rush to make this idea. Made ghost kinda cartoony and soap a bit more lighted (I just saw i forgot his fingers as I type this lmao)

I also made a whole helmet with ghost's skull balacava print design but lost the file, so I gave him soap's, and reversed soap's colors and added a seaish tint for his nautilus skin. Don't mind that tiny white dot in the sky. Pretend it's a star.

I ain't the best at bike anatomy, being a beginner bike lover, but I tried having their foot rest on a restable part of the frame.

blooper that I couldn't get on my phone so I took a pic

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guys if this is alioth

Who released htoila into my neighborhood

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VENOM 3 SPOILER ALERT

i just finished venom the last dance,

I cried, I'm doing fucking leg day, I swear the mw3 devs made it this. Beloved MCD ✅ sad acceptance ending ✅ evil guy still alive ✅ sacrifice to save other mc ✅ I'm not even hashtagging this, I just need to vent this shit. Venom better come back.

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uh oh! they nom nom his hair!!!

thank you again @tapioca-milktea1978 ☆⌒ヽ(*'､^*)chu

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Ghoap AU: Frozen Hearts and Electric Souls

Chapter 9: Something weird…?

“Ah’m fine, ye wanker, git offa me!”

Ghost backed off of Soap and immediately readied his gun for battle. Just seconds earlier, he had spotted one of the shadows shifting, and had tackled Johnny not a second too late, as he felt the air of whatever had been going for Soap glide less than an inch above them. There was no sign of the thing, but it’s shriek still lingered in the air, not to mention the unnatural drone from earlier.

“Fucking hell Soap, be more careful. You can’t trust the people on your six all the time.”

“Yeah yeah, back to the matter at hand. Is that what the pollys sound like? And where the fuck is it?”

“Quiet muppets, listen.”

They all fell silent at Price’s words, and it wasn’t long before they heard the soft clip-clopping of hooves, although even that sound wasn’t natural, more of a wispy echo of a true horse. The shadows of the ruins weren’t just subtly flickering anymore, they were bending around shapes, revealing the monsters in them.

“Why the hell do they look like deer?”

“Good question lad. One that we obviously don’t know the answer to, Gaz.”

Ghost unloaded a full clip into the nearest buck, but it did about as much damage as it would’ve to smoke before the thing gathered into a black blur and glided off into a nearby ruin. It was at this moment a wall of water rose up around them, held up by price, but was easily passed by the shadowy figures, and only slightly slowed them once frozen. Soap’s shocks did virtually nothing, cutting apart the inky darkness before the shadows swarmed together as if it had never been touched. The only real effects were from Gaz, only managing to hold them back with winds whipping their smoke-like forms, but only effective as a defense, useless as an attack.

“Head west to town square and meet up with the others! We can’t last like this!”

The closer they were to town square, the louder the sounds of gunshots and battle became. As Ghost rounded the corner into town square, a sight met his eyes that was as stunning as it was terrifying. There were craters in the ground from pieces of the ruins slamming into the Apollyons, temporarily dissolving them before they reformed, thrown by Rudy who was backed up against Alejandro. bursts of flame came from the ground at Alejandro’s command, which the Apollyons seemed to avoid, and turned any of the ones that weren’t quick enough to hide away into a tiny wisp of black that glided away out sight.

From the opposite side of the square, came Graves and his five shadows, and a sack the size of a small apartment made up of the same thing the apollyons were, with shapes shifting inside. Once present, Graves had dark shapes slamming into the apollyons, which seemed like the only things that were on the same plane of existence as them, knocking them back and trapping them.With the groups reunited, the tide turned on the pollys, until a lone shadowy figure crept behind the ruins and charged unnoticed towards one of the shadows.

“HEDGE!”

The figure seemed to merge with the soldier, creating a darkness around him that seemed like a dense fog, as Graves rushed over and started shaking him by the shoulders.

“Hedge, can you hear me? Shadow! Answer me!”

As Graves broke concentration, the dark sack disintegrated, releasing dozens of apollyons into the midst of the group.

“FUCKING HELL, GET YER ARSE BACK HERE LAD! PRICE WE CANNAE HOLD EM!”

“Get Back To The Humvees! There’s Nothing Left In This Place!”

Ghost grabbed Graves and practically pushed him towards exfil while two other shadows carried the one that appeared shell shocked as they made a dash towards the humvees with debris and powers raining down on the apollyons behind them.

“LT, git in here!”

Ghost fell into the driver's seat with Soap throwing out some last minute defenses behind them from the passenger seat and floored the gas.

“Fucking hell LT, ye just crashed through a whole row of peddler stands.”

“There wasn't anyone there.”

“Still, aye dinnae think it’s a good idea ye drive more than ye have te.”

BOOM.

“...aye may have put down a wee bit of an experiment. It worked though.”

“Was the stuff in it legal?”

“None of yer business Gaz.”

“Fucking muppet.”

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Soap stepped out of the humvee back at base with the sorest neck known to mankind, having been jostled through dirt roads and skirted up on rocks more times than he could count, and checked out the dents on the vehicle, those would need to be fixed later.

“Sergeant!”

“Yes Captain?”

“Debrief in twenty, room 264.”

“Aye, noted.”

“And Soap?”

“Yeah?”

“Meet me in my office afterwards.” “yessir.”

>>time skip<<

*Knock knock*

The debreif had been same old same old, what happened (everyone got attacked), info collected (almost nothing) and so on.

“Come in.”

Soap pushed open the door and entered Price’s office, where he was greeted by Lasswell in the corner and some fidgety smart looking guy with glasses, slicked back hair, and a well ironed polo shirt with the name ‘Richard’ pinned to it holding a rolled up piece of paper.

“Ye wanted te see me captain?”

“Some new info from the mission revealed you could be the key to ridding these pests, as we suspected when we recruited you.”

Laswell pulled out Soap’s file from a cabniet and flipped it open to the form on his gift.

“You’re an energy varient. Normally they get to control one kind of energy, light, heat, sound, etc. but you can utilize multiple, maybe even all, mainly focused heat and light, like lasers or lightning. Your attacks during the mission were reported to have cut throught the apollyons but not eradicate them, yes?”

“Aye.”

Richard unrolled the paper onto the desk, revealing a blueprint of sorts.

“Then you should consider project A.”

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Not sure what to call this AU...

[ 1 - you are here / 2 - next ]

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the wifi at the Qatar airport is shit and won't let me access my updated file to post chapter 9 ☹️ I guess if Tumblr is banned in China I'll have to wait 40 days to post it

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CoD incorrect quotes

Ghost digging a ten foot hole:

Gaz: ... What's that's for?

Ghost: Soap.

Gaz: what- did you-

Ghost: yeah, he's prepared and ready to bury.

Gaz: Ghost.. oh my god... what happened!?

Ghost: he tried to make me help him with another one of his experiments.

Soap walking back with a desert plant having long ass roots: it worked. Now he's helping me bury these roots and see how big we can make this bitch swell with water.

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the missiles are eepy

Made this because a tiktok broke my heart ☹️

Anyways my best work so far

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I need opinions

for the au

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CoD incorrect quotes

Gaz: uh... You need a hand there?

Soap buried next to a tree looking like a lost head: I'm fine.

Gaz: how did this happen?

Soap: LT said the plant I was carrying around wasn't replenishing enough of the oxygen I'm wasting.

Ghost: it's still not working.

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CoD incorrect quotes

Graves: where's Hedge?

Shadow: Hedge.

Graves: ya where is he?

Shadow: Hedge.

Graves: YES HEDGE WHERE IS HE?

Hedge popping out of a hedge: Hedge.