#break and jack

[anneimaginesundertale]

Tick or Treat! (Fourth first, same as the first, who shall be the next Uncle in line!)

The wheel says Uncle Break is next, so it’s probably good you brought Auntie Jack with you this time. She dances Randy up the porch steps. “You remember what to say, kiddo?” she asks.

“Wing a wing!” Randy says, reaching for the doorbell.

“Close enough,” Jack laughs and lets him get his little hands on the button. He wing a wings it real good.

Break opens the door slowly but you see him relax and grin when he realizes who it is. “Hey,” he says.

“Trick or treat!” Jack says cheerily.

Randy echoes her. “Twickatweet!”

Break offers the candy bucket. “Happy Halloween.”

[animusrox]

"You Missed the Point by Idolizing Them" Starter Pack

[imalovernotabiter]

Forgot to post on Tumblr again oopsie-

⚠️ Please do not repost without permission/credit I worked hard on this :(

The amount of layers was insane, it's my first time making a vid like this.

YouTube

[adaki]

Do you draw Nina the killer perchance..

Yes and I end up disliking the drawings every time without fail but I thugged it out to give u this

[on-the-clear-blue]

Maddie looked down at the floating, giggling baby boy in front of her, and felt old guilt bubble up inside of her.

It had been at first time Jack and her had fought, disagreeing on theories and neither of them left the arguments at the lab, Jazz had just been a little girl then, barely tottering around with a big gummy smile.

They had tried to patch it up, to pretend that the words they said in their rants didn't hurt, but in the end...Jack had taken Jazz up state, vist his family for the summer and leaving Maddy all alone.

It really was a moment of weakness, she had met Clark Kent and it was a whirlwind of emotions almost instantly.

She had a type, sue her, big nerdy farm boys that stuttered when they got kissed, who looked at her like she was the only thing that ever mattered...

She saw Jack in Clark's sky blue eyes, and the guilt built up.

The romance was wild and fast, like a runaway train hurtling towards a cliff. They moved fast, skipping through the long talks and planning that she had with Jack, and going right to the down and dirty.

Even though she loved it (even though she loved Him) Maddie knew that she couldn't keep it up, she admitted in the end, that she was married, that she had a child and neither of them wanted to tare that family apart.

She still remembered the betrayed look on Clark's face when she told him, when he found out that she was cheating on her husband, the kind of hurt that echoed in her mind, those sky blue eyes that she fell so hard for were like icy flakes as she held her head in her hands and cried.

She didn't know what she had wanted from.him then, to fight for her, perhaps to even comfort her at that time, even though she had spent the last months living a lie. In the end Clark just stood and left, his shoulders tight and back straight, walking out of the small apartment that Maddie rented in Metropolis to get away from it all.

It was for the best, she knew that. When Jack came back they managed to work the relationship out, Jazz had been young enough not to remember the fighting.

And by the time that the baby bump started to form, she didn't doubt that it couldn't have been Jacks child.

(A lingering in the back of her mind, a dark nothingness whispered, "its not his. It's the man you toyed with and threw away")

She had managed to push those thoughts aaway, convincing herself that it had to be Jacks, that the child (Daniel, after her grandfather) would bring them together, mend the cracks even more.

When the boy was born she could only see His eyes. Not Jacks cloudy, ocean blues, but Clark's stark sky colored ones, the same small curl in his downy baby hair.

She had never felt more in love, and never had felt more disgusted in herself.

Maddie let Jack think Danny was his, trying to keep the grimace off her face each time she saw her husband, the man she had spent so long building up a new branch of science with, coo and tickle the child that was proof of her infidelity.

When the boy started to float, that was when she felt a pang of panic, she didn't have the meta gene, she had tested and double tested to make sure, and came to the conclusion that it was Clark. That Clark had powers and never felt comfortable enough to tell her.

(Little did she know, that on the day she told him, Clark had a ring in his pocket, his mother's simple band that held a small diamond, he had planned to propose, to tell her his biggest secret, but the words died in his throat at her confession, and the box now sat, in the dark corner of his bedside table, only to be gazed at with a sorrowful heart in days he is reminded of the woman he thought he knew)

It was when the boy, Danny was age 14, bloody and delirious, with scars in a Y shape across his chest that oozed green instead of red, when she had to pull him out from a lab that used her own technology to torture her son that she finally pulled out her phone, with shaking hands she typed out the same number that even after all these years she still remembered.

"Hello Kent residency! How can I help ya?" A young voice answered, and she could hear the cheery sunshine smile through the line.

("He has a family now. Don't you dare feel jealous Madeline, you did this to yourself")

"Hi there, is Clark there? I-i need to speak to him about something." She managed to say with an even voice, even though her heart pounded in her chest.

"Uhhh...yeah I think Dad is around. Lemme-oop here he is" there was a rustling as the phone was passed between hands, a whispered conversation.

("Who is it Jon? *I dunno Dad, just some lady asking for you?* sigh, dont just answer my phone son, now go help your mother, it isnt fair that she does all the house work")

There was a shuffle of feet and then- "Hello, Clark speaking, may I ask who is calling?"

That voice. It was deep but gentle and caring, smooth like velvet with a hit of that country still in him.

"Clark...its been a while....I-its Madeline. Please dont hang up. I am just...I just need you help with something." She hears a sharp drawn in breath, the perfect stillness that she could have thought that he had hung up until-

"What do you need." It was clipped, words controlled and even, though there was something behind held back, old emotions and hurt dug back up with just a simple phone call.

"After...our-our relationship. I got back with Jack. I am not...not calling to get back together. It's just...Clark I was pregnant. It...he was yours."

There was another drawn in breath, then a sound closer to a whimper than a sigh "W-what?" (On the other side, the Man of Steel was hunching over the living room coffee table, glasses thrown to the side as he massaged the bridge of his nose, breath speeding up as his brain raced) "How...how can you be sure it is mine..."

She presses her back agaisnt a wall, her head leaning agaisnt it as her eyes closed, "Clark. He can fly. And lift cars. And...and lived when thousands of volts of electricity ran through his body...I dont have the meta gene, neither does my parents or Jack and his. The only conclusion i can come is that..."

"He's mine..." Clark's voice was limp, sounding far away yet all the same still there.

Neither of them spoke for a few minutes, both clearly going though the motions, before Clark finally spoke "Why did you never tell me till now." There was a longing in his voice, one that Maddie couldn't fully understand.

"It wasnt until he was born that I knew for certain Danny was yours Clark. I didn't want to...to risk everything that Jack and I had built again after it all just to call you...I knew how much you had wanted to be a father but i...I was scared Clark."

The mans stuttered breathing was the only way that Maddie knew that he hadn't hung up, "I am only reaching out now that...that Danny is in danger. Things have been happening and...he needs to get away from Amity Park, the GIW have been hunting him. I have managed to stem most of the attempts but they are getting annoyed at the lack of results. I dont ask you this lightly Clark...but I have no body else to ask."

The line was quiet for a while, before Clark breathed out slowly, "I would love to meet him...a-and if he is in danger...i-i would be honored to take care of him."

---

Danny clutches his bag as he stares up at the tall condo, his nose scrunching up as he makes a face, "...Y'know mom when I said I wanted to cosplay Percy Jackson for Halloween I was thinking, more letting me dye my hair silver for the stripe thing and getting an orange t-shirt and a sword, less finding out my dad isnt actually my dad and getting shipped to New York..."

Maddie sighs as she rubs at her eyes, "Daniel...please. this is hard for me enough already. I really do not have the patience for the sass...Clark is a good man, he will take care of you while Jack and I take care of the GIW..."

Neither of them get the chance to respond as a tall man with curly black hair steps out from the condos entrance, flanked by a dark haired woman, a young boy with a big smile and a punkish looking teen that seemed to want to be anywhere else.

"Here they are Danny, the Kents."

[tharatorns]

Think we should quiet down a bit. My grandma might hear us.

Yin Anan as JACK and War Wanarat as JOKER JACK & JOKER | EP. 10

[stellamarielu]

Stellaaaaaaaaa…. That new pic has killed me!

Jack Abbot in glasses and he’s all shy and embarrassed about it in front of his younger girlfriend bc he didn’t used to need glasses, it’s a sign he’s getting older and it reminds him of the age gap…

But his embarrassment doesn’t last long when she forces him to keep them on and watch her worship his old man cock and balls with her pretty young mouth

Ok I’m getting carried away, time to crawl back into my gutter!

IM SICK. Him laying next to you in bed…. with his glasses at the tip of his nose… yeahhh

Tossing and turning because you can’t sleep. Twisting over in bed to see Jack sitting up next to you, his back against the headboard with glasses at the end of his nose, silently reading in the dim light of the bedroom.

He could hear you rustling, eyes gazing to his right to find your face smushed against your pillow with heavy lids, watching him intently.

His glasses came off in one quick sweep.

Folding the arms of his readers one at a time, before swiftly placing them on his bedside table.

You'd seen him wear them before, mostly at night when he read, or sometimes he’d bring them out to look at something you were showing him on your phone, griping because “the font is so small, who the hell can even read that?”

He made it a point not to keep his glasses on for extensive periods of time when you were around. He made a joke once that they were his "old man glasses" and you wondered if Jack abbot— the confident and headstrong emergency department attending— maybe had a slight insecurity when it came to his age, especially in comparison with yours.

"Can't sleep?" His voice was low with a gentle scratch as he dog eared a page of his book before allowing it to rest on his lap.

You shook your head from side to side against the fluff of your pillow.

"Can't get comfy." The words were hollowed out by a sleepy rasp as you threw him your best over-exaggerated frown.

"Can I help?" It was a genuine inquiry, but the smirk on his lips gave away his true intentions. His hand slid across the sheets, finding your waist underneath the covers. But, before it could trail any further, you sat up slightly.

"That depends..." You began to respond with a smug grin of your own, leaning up on your elbow, reaching across his body to grab the glasses from his bedside table.

"you wanna put these back on?"

His eyes were glued to the readers in your hand, just sitting in your grasp as you held them out in front of him.

"My glasses?" There was a subtle laugh in his words as his brows knit together in confusion.

He didn't take them from your hand, just stared at them in amusement and disbelief.

You sat up further, taking the book from his lap and tossing it to the end of the bed, your body replacing its position as you straddled him, sitting back on his thighs.

"I like them." The tone of your voice was soft and slow as you took it upon yourself to place the readers back on the bridge of his nose.

"I think they're sexy."

"You're funny sweetheart." He was trying not to scoff as a shy grin stretched across his face, his head shaking subtly in disagreement.

"Don't believe me?" You shifted your weight, crawling down his body until your careful kisses found the skin just above the waistband of his boxers.

His hand moved, fingertips adjusting the glasses that were now sliding further down his nose as he watched you between his legs. You caught it out of the corner of your eye— his hand toying with his readers�� and for a split second you thought he might take them off again.

"They stay on, or I stop." The threat sounded harmless as it purred into his lower abdomen, your fingers slowly pulling at his underwear.

He playfully raised his hands, surrendering to your command.

"Yes ma'am." He smiled as he spoke, but the sound of his voice was far raspier than it had been all night.

With hooded eyes hiding behind the black frames of his readers, he brought a hand down to tangle in your hair as you dragged his boxers down just enough to take the tip of his cock into your mouth.

His head fell back, thumping against the headboard, as he made a mental note to start wearing his glasses a little bit more.

Your head bobbed at his hips as you took him deeper toward your throat, causing a muffled groan to break free from his chest.

Okay, maybe a lot more.

[marella-moon]

awooooo werewolves of london

[jonasiegenthaler]

Revealing Equipment Secrets with the Hughes brothers and Patrick Kane

[violenteconomics]

twst first-years, except they’re third-years now and they have to deal with their own meddlesome (yet loveable) freshmen.

no orientation at night raven college has ever gone smoothly. and this year, housewarden ace and vice housewarden deuce watch as one of the incoming first-years use his signature spell — which takes the form of a whip of all things — to paralyze a couple of students who were talking too loudly for his tastes. after he gets sorted into heartslabyul, he becomes obsessed with efficiency, whipping anybody who doesn’t get things done fast enough, which in turns scares the other students into working ever faster. while heartslabyul has never looked better or been so productive, it does scare ace and deuce. just a little.

(when deuce gets insulted by another third-year, who calls him “too stupid to be vice housewarden”, the third-year immediately gets struck down by a familiar whip.)

at first, jack thanks his lucky stars that one of his new freshmen is almost deathly quiet and polite — except neither of those things necessarily equal good behavior, because one day he finds a huge fight ring happening in the lounge. luckily, jack steps in before the freshman can throw a bloody fist square at his opponent’s face, who’s already cowering in fear with his tail tucked between his legs. and unluckily, no matter what jack tries, this doesn’t turn out to be an isolated incident.

(when the first-year overhears of a plot from another heartslabyul freshman to cause jack’s broom to spin out of control at the interdorm spelldrive contest as a funny “prank”, they both wind up in the infirmary for several broken bones and severe burns to their skin.)

epel’s freshman is an entitled bitch — literally and figuratively. rarely do beastmen ever get sorted into pomefiore, but if it had to be anything, he supposes it only makes sense that it’s a poodle. one whose morning makeup routine takes hours, struts around like he owns the place, howls loudly at anybody who touches anything he thinks is “his”, and barks wildly when he needs something, like he expects someone to tend to his every whim.

(right after epel’s told that one too many bad business deals has led to his family farm being in danger of going bankrupt, he sits in the lounge with a blank look in his eyes. when the first-year finds him, no words are exchanged — the first-year simply curls up on his lap like a housepet and wraps his arms around him.)

ortho quite likes his first-year, actually! he’s nice and sweet and loves to talk to him about the various kinds of inventions he’s making. and he actually likes to go outside every now and then, which is always a bonus when it comes to ignihyde students. his only real issue with him is that he stays up incredibly late into the night, watching the same video on loop about the jupiter corporation’s infamous teleportation experiment, which ended with their test pilot getting stuck inside and likely dying, with an angered look on his face.

(one day, he quietly asks ortho how he would feel about him if he knew that he did something awful. the first-year says that he wouldn’t like it if he did something that ortho would hate him for. ortho pats him on the head with a smile and says that he could never hate him — which, oddly enough, only seems to make him feel worse.)

while a good majority of sebek’s freshmen look upon him with equal parts awe and fear, there is one that is entirely undisciplined! he uses his signature spell to fly around mindlessly and play childish pranks, like taking sebek’s housewarden hat hostage. he laughs impishly as sebek tries to take his hat back, and he laughs even harder when sebek tries to lecture him on the honor and responsibility of being in diasomnia. he never takes his classes seriously, and with the way he acts, you would think he considers being at night raven college more of a burden than a blessing.

(when his first-year gets beaten by some second-years, sebek staunchly defends him against professor crewel when he tries to give the first-year detention. when they get back to the dorm, his first-year tearfully calls sebek the only upperclassman he trusts.)

yuu sees a first-year burst out of their coffin, looking confused and discombobulated. she looks entirely befuddled when headmage crowley guides them towards the dark mirror. she looks scared when the mirror starts talking and declares she has no magic within her, and therefore, belongs to no dorm at all. yuu watches her face crumble with despair as the mirror says it can’t bring her home. it is then that yuu can’t help but step out of the crowd, grab her by the hand, and gently draw her into a hug.

(yuu sees her later, smiling with a mismatch of freshmen from other dorms — a stark contrast from the crying, weeping mess she was only a few weeks ago — and can't help but feel like a part of them has healed.)

their freshmen are often rude, egotistical, irresponsible, wholly troublesome, or some unholy combination of all four. but by the end of the first month, they all knew they would die for them.

(by the end of the first month, deuce will overblot, and the cycle will begin anew.)

[kenchann]

|| 🤖🐺♠️ Heart Event? ||

[quitebashfulexe]

Made a lil series of the bois having their smoke breaks 🚬👻🥂 please drink responsibly kids & only smoke the real stuff >:)

[formulanni]

Don’t give in to the Devil(s) on your shoulder…

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[kamapon]

Pandora Hearts fanart on 2025?????

[shrimpyjackal]

sudden urge to finish my silly doodles turned into silly PNGs

da sillies one by one under the cut! ⇣

fun fact

there were only J, K and M

I Added Doey cause there is rain outside and that means I get +20 energy and +30 motivation buffs

and it`s also dark

so +10 to everything

[pamouche]

Something is stuck on your face.

JACK & JOKER. EP 10 // SPECIAL EPISODE