#wittedad timepool au

[linxunderlife3]

I kept thinking about that one TOH AU where Caleb accidentally time-travels to the future while trying to buy smth for his wife (around the time Hunter is being made). Caleb saves baby Hunter from Belos and then lands in the Human Realm where he meets the Nocedas family. He restarted his new life with Hunter in the modern world with the help of Manny amd Camila. (I think Luz wasn't born yet and Manny was still alive at that time)

It was unfortunate that the AU Tumblr account got deleted so I cant go back and enjoy them again, I love that AU dearly with all my heart :(

[shadysadie]

So I recently got low key obsessed with emerald-entrails-hunter’s Wittedad Timepool AU. Sorry, not sorry, it’s super cute and I love it. So I couldn’t help but draw baby Hunter and Caleb. Also may or may not be working on a little fic based off it. Can’t help it, I just think it’s such an adorable comic.

[thatfreak03]

(Sorry for any spelling or grammar mistakes)

I made some fan art for the adorible WitteDad Timepool AU made by @emerald-entrails-hunter.

It's just a small sketch of Manny with little Hunter. I imagine Manny would take his new job as Tio very seriously.

I know I made mistakes, and the drawing isn't that good, but I hope you still like it.

[jess-the-vampire]

Been a little while so i made some fun au fanart today for some gems within the fanbase!

I’ll probably make more soon, I just did these first.

@celestialscribbler - A Pip In Time Au

@mentalmeles - Clarity Au

@toh-tagteam-au - Tag Team Au

@emerald-entrails-hunter -  Wittedad Timepool Au

@winterberry (Insta) - Good Parent  Au

@idoodlestuffsometimes - Brother’s Keeper Au

[letssofia3006]

"Tell me Hunter, how is the human world?" Belos ask as he is working on the foundations of the new portal.

"Well" Hunter fumble nervously "For starters the rain doesn't boil and the trees are green, the nights.....

Okey so @emerald-entrails-hunter Au had me driving crazy, and I had falling down into the rabbit hole.

So hum, yeah, new hyperfixation founded

[idoodlestuffsometimes]

I am such a big fan of your AU. And then you hit me in the gut with Hunter having a Dad too!? The angst is off the charts!

So I am guessing Philip is always present when Hunter visits Caleb?

And I have to ask… is the fact that Philip made a grimwalker a way to keep Caleb psychologically at his mercy?

Does Hunter get to hug his Dad?

And of course… Does the grimwalker boy get found by his Papa’s Palisman?

I love the way you draw and color so much. Your atmosphere is heartbreaking.

Also… Does Hunter ever wheel his Dad around? I NEED TO KNOW THEIR DYNAMIC.

I love you.

! ! <3 Thank you!!! See, this is ironic bc I'm actually a huge fan of your Wittedad Timepool AU and it partially inspired this one! 😅💜 Mine's a bit less wholesome tho. I love how sweet Caleb and Hunter are in yours, gives me tooth ache, I love them! As for your questions: spoilers, my friend! But yes, Hunter absolutely wheels his dad around. :) He knows Caleb hates that chair though, so when they're in Caleb's room, he just gets him his crutches.

[stripetkattelalala54-gf]

Dadrius week day 4: reunion/free space

@sergeantsporks

so I had this little idea where Hunter after finishing school and working some, he goes travelling for a few years. Exploring the boiling isles and the human realm. Meeting new people and seeing new places. Now he arrives back to the boiling isles and his dad is there to pick him up. (Everybody else is waiting back at the house for a little welcome surprise)

(I used one of the panels from this :https://at.tumblr.com/emerald-entrails-hunter/wittedad-timepool-au-48-it-suits-you/92vqjputkgap by emerald-entrails-hunter as a reference for the hug because I don’t know how to draw hugs)

[shadysadie]

Papa Noceda meets Wittedad

A fanfic based on @emerald-entrails-hunter‘s Wittedad Timepool AU, which lives in my head rent free now, so thanks for that.

It had been a few months since Manny and Camila had moved to Gravesfield, and Manny was still unsure what he wanted to do with the abandoned cabin on the edge of their new property. He considered turning it into a workshop for making more advanced cosplay, the kind that required stuff like resin and needed days to dry. But Camila rightfully pointed out that until they had kids there was plenty of room for that kind of stuff in the basement, and the cabin didn’t have electricity, so it would make for a terrible workshop. Still, it felt wrong to continue to let the old cabin rot, it was as old as the town itself according to the real estate agent. Perhaps he could talk to someone at the Gravesfield Historical Society about fixing it up and turning it into a little museum for the colonial walking tours, there seemed to be a lot of those in this part of the country.

But any plans Manny had for the cabin were just that at the moment, plans. Right now he had his hands full settling down to his new job as an editor for a small book publisher. Camila started working for the local vet clinic. And as newly weds they had other things on their mind. So as things were, the most attention Manny could spare for the old cabin was his daily walk-through to chase off any possums or raccoons that were nesting in the walls, Camila was adamantly against the idea of setting up traps, even if they were no-kill. So as a result the pests would always come back immediately after Manny chased them off with a broom. He was pretty sure they were laughing at him behind his back, but if it kept Camila happy, Manny was happy (even if the whole thing did feel rather sisyphean).

He was just heading out for one of his sweeps when he heard something far different than the scratching of a raccoon. He paused, wondering if his ears were deceiving him. But they weren't. He could hear the distinct sound of a baby crying. Followed by someone shushing. Perhaps the rational response would have been to back away and contact the police, but his curiosity was stronger than his caution. He pushed open the door of the cabin.

Manny heard someone's breath catch in fear. The morning sun crept through the holes in the roof, but the corners of the room were still shadowed. It took Manny only a few moments to pinpoint the source of the crying. There was a man, huddled down in the corner, half hidden under a dark hooded cloak. He was desperately trying to soothe the wailing, wiggling bundle in his arms.

"This is private property." Manny announced, though it was difficult to harbor any anger towards the squatter once Manny got close enough to get a good look at him. The guy looked ragged, several large cuts marred his face, presumably more were hidden under dirty gauze. His skin was dirty and he had heavy bags under his eyes. He was dressed like a historical reenactor, but his clothes were in terrible condition. The baby didn’t seem to be in much better shape. His blanket looked more like a rag, and his little body was wrapped in bandages. “¡Dios mío! What have you been through, Buddy?”

The man looked too frightened to respond right away. He cowered away from Manny, curling himself protectively around the baby. Manny realized he was still holding the broom he used to chase possums, which must have seemed like a weapon. He put it aside and held up his hands.

“I’m not going to hurt you.” Manny promised. “You look like you could use some help.”

The man looked uncertain for a moment. There was a chirp and he looked over at a small red cardinal perched nearby. The man must have decided that he didn’t have many options at this point other than to trust the person in front of him.

“He is hungry.” The man said, with a look of desperation, “But I have nothing to feed him. Do you perchance have a cow or goat that could spare some milk?”

“No goats, no. But there is a super market down the street, I could probably manage to find you some formula.”

“Formula?” He looked confused.

“You know, baby formula. Synthetic milk.”

“Such a thing exists? Then if you could aid me in acquiring some, good sir, I would be forever in your debt.”

Manny wondered if this guy could have possibly run away from an Amish or Mennonite community, that would explain his clothes.

“You wait here, I’ll be back."

Manny ran to the store, he picked up a few bottles, some formula, diapers, a first aid kit, and a deli sandwich. The man was still in the cabin when he got back.

"Here, try this." Manny handed him the bottle. The baby resisted it for a moment, but as soon as he realized there was food in it, he instantly calmed down and started suckling on it. The man let out an exhausted sigh of relief.

"Thank you, my friend. I know not how I can ever repay you.”

“Don’t worry about it, I’m not about to let a baby starve if I can help it. My name’s Manuel Noceda, but you can call me Manny, everyone else does.”

“I am called Caleb Witte…er…Clawthorne, Caleb Clawthorne.” Manny raised an eyebrow but didn’t bring attention to the fact the man was clearly trying to hide his last name.

“Nice to meet you, Caleb. Does the little one have a name?”

“Hunter.”

Hunter was sucking down the milk so quickly he collapsed the nipple of the bottle. When he opened his mouth to cry in protest of the food stopping it refilled and he resumed drinking. Manny wondered how long it had been since the baby had gotten any food in him.  

"Here," Manny offered Caleb the Sandwich, "you look like you could use a bite to eat as well. I also got a first aid kit, when you're done eating you can clean and re-wrap your injuries."

"Thank you."

"So where are you from? How did you end up here?"

"I doubt you would believe me if I told you."

"I'll believe just about anything if it's a good enough story."

Caleb seemed to consider this. Hunter finished his bottle and fell asleep. The cardinal flew over down from its perch and settled on the sleeping baby. Manny had never seen a bird act that way before.

"I used to live here." Caleb said, "It was the only place I could think of to come back to."

"Here as in Gravesfield? Or Connecticut?"

"This house."

Manny blinked, "This house has been abandoned since the 40s."

Caleb looked shocked, "No one has lived here since the 1640s?"

"What? No, the 1940s."

"Surely you jest, have I really arrived in the 1900s?"

That was strange, Manny and Camila had visited Amish country during their honeymoon, and yes, they lived without modern technology, but they still knew the date. Maybe he wasn't Amish after all, maybe he escaped from a cult or something like that.

"Buddy, it's 2004."

"What?"

"See, look." Manny pulled the receipt from the bag. Printed neatly under the name MinuteMart was the date June 3, 2004.

Caleb shook his head, wide-eyed in disbelief, "400 years…"

Manny felt a pang of sympathy for the man. Definitely a cult survivor, he decided, some strange cult that must have convinced its members it was back in the 1600s for some Godforsaken reason.

"Listen, I don't know what you're going through, but I'm not using this old shack anyways, if you're willing to help me fix it up you can stay here until you figure out what you're going to do next."

"Do you mean that?"

"Of course, you seem like you’ll be less trouble than the raccoons.”

Caleb smiled with tears in his eyes. Manny wasn’t sure if letting a strange run away cult member live in his backyard was the wisest decision he ever made, but somehow, he knew he wouldn’t regret the decision.