#Kid!Jon

[too-much-tma-stuff]

Don’t Trust Doors

Part 2 too: this

It was early morning when Michael got a call, thankfully it was the weekend so he didn’t have any classes but he was still surprised, he wasn’t expecting anyone. “Hello?” He greeted when he picked up, not saying his name like he normally would have just because he was a but frazzled.

“Oh thank heavens, I know it’s short notice but I need you to come over as soon as you can!” It was Mrs. Sims, she sounded more harassed then he had ever heard her, even when he first started. She wasn’t annoyed though, it was hard to believe but he was sure she was worried.

“What’s happened Ma’am?” He asked, doing calculations in his head as to how quickly he could get there if it was an emergency.

“I’m honestly not sure,” She said which gave him pause. “When Jon came home crying a couple days ago with scratches on his knees I just thought, well I cleaned them up and told him he’d be fine. But he hasn’t been fine. He’s barely spoken, he wakes up screaming whenever he sleeps, he hasn’t touched a book in days.

“I’ve tried to talk to him and ask him what’s wrong but he’s barely spoken, and not more then one word to me in days. This morning when he woke up crying again he said the first sentence in nearly a week and it was to ask for you. I don’t know what’s happened to my grandson, Michael but...” She trailed off, it was the first time he’d heard her at a loss for words.

Michael was nearly at a loss for words as well, this sort of behaviour was very unlike Jon! Even when he had first lost his parents he hadn’t woken up screaming or crying. He’d had nightmares, but he hadn’t bothered his grandmother with with. preferring to deal with them on his own. “I’ll be there as soon as I can ma’am, two hours at most,” He assured immediately after he got his voice back. Now he was just as worried as she seemed.

He got dressed, ate a piece of toast and drove to the Sims’ home as quickly as he could without breaking any laws. When he was let in by Mrs. Sims he quickly headed up to Jon’s room. He was sitting on the floor, all the books that were normally stacked around were shoved onto shelves packed to tight it would be hard to get them out. Jon kept glancing at them as he drew, he was drawing spiders, a person with web wrapped around them and a spider pulling them in. When he finished he put the crayon aside and tore up the drawing into little bits.

“Jon,” Michael said softly and Jon looked up, his eyes wide and, as soon as they focused on Michael, brimming with tears. He jumped up and ran over to his babysitter, nearly knocking the older man over with the force of his hug as he sobbed into Michael’s stomach. “It’s okay Jon, it’s okay, I’m here,” Michael crooned, rubbing Jon’s back in slow, soothing circles.

“You’re safe, I’m here, it’s okay,” Jon starts sobbing louder and Michael hesitates before picking Jon up with a little oof sound because he’s not particularly strong. He sat on the edge of the bed where Jon could be more comfortable only to be surprised when the boy crawled into his lap. Jon had never been a particularly cuddly child, he probably would have said he was to old for such things, but apparently he needed the comfort tonight.

 “I don’t feel safe,” he muttered against Michael’s shoulder while the adult continued to rub his back comfortingly.

“Well you are, I’m here, I’m not going to let anything happen to you.” Michael assured softly. “When you’re ready, I’d like you to tell me what happened.”

And after a while Jon does, he tells Michael about Mr. Spider, and about the boy who stole the book and read it and got snatched instead. Michael doesn’t truly believe it has anything to do with the book Jon was reading, but he does believe that Jon saw a boy he knew be violently abducted and it traumatized him. He’s related it to the creepy book he was ready at the time, which makes perfect sense.

“I’m so sorry you had to see that Jon, you never should have, that never should have happened,” Michael murmurs, horrified but keeping it together for his young charge. Jon needs him far more right now. “It’s not your fault, there’s nothing you could have done. And it’s not these books fault either,” He says gesturing to them. “How many books have you read, and this has never happened before. Some books are scary, but most books are good. It’s good to learn, to know.”

He’ll have to tell Mrs. Sims and they’ll have to tell the police about this later, but for now Michael wants to make sure this doesn’t turn into a unfounded fear of books. Well as much as he can, child psychology isn’t exactly his field, but he did know kids. “Here. why don’t we read one together now? I’ll pick it out, something nothing like Mr. Spider, okay? Maybe just this once we’ll even break your rule and reread a book you know is safe. Does that sound alright?” Micheal asked.

Jon looked worried but he nodded, Michael nodded too and let Jon crawl out of his lap so Michael could get up and go get a book. He picked the first one Jon had had him read, hopefully it would be a good memory for Jon. When he sat back down on the edge of the bed Jon climbed back into his lap and Michael opened the book around him, beginning to read the book allowed over Jon’s head.

At first the boy was tense as anything on Michael’s lap but slowly and surely he relaxed, and started to read along, outpacing Michael quickly. Eventually he reached out to start turning the pages before Michael finished them, and then took the book.

Once he was reading on his own Michael got up slowly and went to tell the grandmother what he found out and to call the police. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could babysit, he hadn’t thought about.. these sides of caring for children.

#michael shelley #jonathan sims #kid!jon #Mr. Spider #TMA spoilers #the magnus archives

[littlestlilies]

The Modifications To New Machinations

Chapter 2 - A New Daily Life

Fandom: The Magnus Archives (Podcast) Summary:

Terminus should've claimed him... And yet, Jon watched Mr Spider's door closed in front of him for the second time. The Entities had reached apotheosis. There was no stopping them now. But maybe in this was his second chance... it couldn't hurt to make a few changes.

#The Magnus Archives #Fanfiction #Jonathan Sims #Kid!Jon #Spoilers #MAG200

[arttuff]

juvenile kryptonians are quite viscious!!! be careful around them!

#dc comics #dc #superman #clark kent #superboy #jon kent #jonathan samuel kent #jonathan kent #superfam #superfamily #BABY JON I MISS YOU you will always be famous #i wonder if kryptonian kids throughout the history of krypton have tugged on their parents' capes for attention #jonno is upholding traditions <3

[hehether]

Batboys with their sometimes-disappeared in Speedforce/ blown up at Sanctuary/ died after beating the shit out of Superboy-Prime/ imprisoned by a twisted version of his dad/ killed after losing a fcking global vote-besties

#batfam #richard grayson #jason todd #tim drake #damian wayne #bruce wayne #superman #conner kent #jon kent #wally west #roy harper #clark kent #superboy #kid flash

[amber-laughs]

#he’s the kind of kid that gets left at the orphanage while stuart little gets adopted #we’ve got rhaegar. ned. benjen. mormont. maester aemon. mance rayder. donal noye. stannis #my son’s abandonment issues are through the roof #i stole this from my own twitter account #jon snow #asoiaf #valyrianscrolls #asoiaf crack

[wolfythewitch]

The Tim lives (and serves the desolation) au concept is so painful because 1. He'd be so sexy but also 2. there is no way he and Jon would have been able to rekindle a friendship. An uneasy cohabitation maybe. Or even an unhealthy companionship formed from traumabonding and surviving 2 major traumas together. But I can't see them being in a healthy relationship (at least the time spanning from the unknowing up until the watcher's crown)

#i hate you but i miss you like a little kid #when i say unhealthy companionship i mean the desolation feeds on manifestations of pain and loss #and if tim served it #theres a very good chance he'd feed on jon and himself #tma

[ikiprian]

Clark is taking Kon and Jon out for a classic, super-style bonding flight. Just a quick jaunt around the US and back!

They don’t get far. Somewhere in Illinois airpace, they run across another family.

The three (a hulking man, a snarky teenage boy, and a cackling youngest girl, each a grayscale blur in the blue, blue sky) throw neon-lit beams of energy at one another, quips and insults flying almost as fast as they do. It looks like training. It looks like fun!

The boy of them looks like a younger version of the man. Exactly like, even. Clark is familiar with clones.

The youngest, a girl, looks like both of them, but not quite. Perhaps she will, age sharpening her childish features, but it’s hard to say. More likely, she’s the man’s daughter.

Interested, Clark introduces himself to Dan. He seems to be a hero in his own right, even if Superman’s yet to see him in action. And it’s not often Clark sees a family so like his own!

#post agit but with the hc that dans ghost form stays the same! big and scary! #clark: oh! you’re a clone? here meet kon he’s also a clone! #clark: [pushes kon toward danny] teen boy clones! you should exchange instasnaps or smth. or facebooks! kids still use that to chat right? #danielle: is this identity theft. and if so. can i steal dans ID i wanna be the evil version from an alternate timeline now #dp x dc #dpxdc #prompt #dpxdc prompt #kipwrite #less of a ficlet more of an interesting observation and funny potential misunderstanding. which actually still counts now that i think of it #whatever sorry ive been busy!! #danny fenton #dark danny #danielle fenton #clark kent #kon el #jon kent #realizing now i hardly ever spell his name connor. hm

[ki11j0y11]

i just finished season 1 i want to dunk his head in a toilet bowl and throw him to the walls till he sticks and use his hair as a mop (loveingly) /pos OKAY BUT THE PODCAST OS SO GOOD IM GETTONG A PROPER SPOOK!! urghh getting into so many fandoms someone help me

alt ver >:3

#my art #fanart #tma #the magnus archives #season 1 #tma fanart #jonathan sims #Jon #jon sims #magnus archives #the archivist #martin #jonmartin #(?) #pathetic loser #the magnus archive fanart #:3 #also where's my babygirl Sasha please bring her back #I miss her #Sasha come back please the kids miss you

[prettypianoprincess]

Do you think if Richie was alive when they got the Black Book he would have made a reference to death note?

#nerdy prudes must die #richie lipschitz #starkid #star kid #npmd #starkid npmd #npmd spoilers #jon matteson #sara speaks

[sophiasrant]

The batfam aren't allowed to play hide and seek with each other bc it will get dangerous and life threatening very quickly.

They aren't allowed to play with other people bc the one time they did, all of the bats went missing for a week. The supers ended up having to be called in so they could track heartbeats.

#sophia rants #i like to think they were playing with the flashes #bruce probably didn't play bc he actually had to fight crime but he also knew where his kids were the whole time #anyway kon probably freaked out when bart came to him #“YOU LOST TIM??????” #“only a little bit. not forever.” #Jon never lost track of Damian but he was wondering why Damian was in Star City in the Flash's apartment #batfam #dc #batfamily #batman #robin #batman and robin #damian wayne #dick grayson #bruce wayne #jason todd #tim drake #shitpost

[too-much-tma-stuff]

For the fanfic requests—this isn't a ship, but if you don't mind kidfics, could you do Michael (pre-distorition) babysitting Jon as a kid? I got that scenario rooted in my brain because I apparently want sadness. The realization that someone else, someone Jon cared about got eaten by another DOOR would have probably wrecked him...and me. Feel free to ignore of this isn't your thing tho.

Michael liked kids, they were chaotic and unpredictable and normally he hated that! He himself was a bit timid and quiet, but he liked the chaos, they pushed him out of his comfort zone. They were funny about it too, and he could usually assume they meant no harm so the chaos could be a refreshing change from his usually rather ordered life. Not always, some kids could be cruel, but he could choose not to go back to those families when they weren't his own.

Baby-sitting had made the obvious choice as a job during university then. It wasn't the highest paying but it could be easily fit in around lectures and studying and it was really the brake he needed to keep him from going mad. He rather thought he found the release his peers found through partying through minding the good natured and frankly adorable chaos of children.

Of course his most common clients were parents looking for a date night away from the kids so he was rather surprised when he got a call from a frazzled sounding older woman. He had barely gotten out a greeting when she started to unload on him talking about her dead son and daughter-in-law and the son they had left behind. She took pains to clarify that he really was a good child, bright as anything! Before she exploded with how much trouble he was!

"He's curious about everything! He never listens about anything! Just the other day I told him not to touch the electrical outlet that broke and I way trying to keep an eye on him, but I only have two and there are other things in the world! I swear I only turned my back for a moment but when I turn back around he's standing there with a burned hand and that boy, he looked and me and said, he said "You're right. That did hurt.

"At least he didn't have the cheek to complain about it when he'd done it to himself! I just need another pair of eyes so I can close mine for a second! It feels like I haven't slept at all since he got here and I'm to old to be raising a child on my own!"

"Alright, that's no trouble at all ma'am. When would you like me to come in? We'll do a few trial nights and if we get along I wouldn't mind having a consistent schedule of nights I watch him so you can have some time off," Michael assured quickly while she was taking a breath.

"Oh thank goodness," She sighed, and Michael found himself helping the boy. This was clearly hard on the woman, but no doubt it was very hard on the child as well, he could use a friend. "Could you come tomorrow?"

"Yes, but lets talk about other things as well first. Does Jon have any allergies? What rate would you find acceptable?"

It took a little haggling to get to a hourly rate they could both agree on but it helped that she could admit Jon wasn't the easiest child. Some parents who thought too highly of their children seemed to think he should be paying them for the privilege of spending time with their children.

So on Wednesday he went to the address the woman provided where he was greeted by a well dressed woman. Some hair had come loose from her bun and there was a stain on her shirt which he got the feeling was as messy as she was willing to let anyone see her. Certainly more then she would have if it weren't for the grave-faced dark haired boy hovering behind her and staring at Michael.

"Hello. I'll give you a tour of the house and show you were everything is and then leave you to it. My number is on the fridge but do try not to call me unless something goes very wrong." She said seriously as she beckoned him in. The tour was brisk, and he just had to follow when he would have at least like to introduced himself to Jon first. He followed behind them, watching and not blinking as often as most children did, slightly unnerving but not unexpected.

"Alright, that's all you need to know I think. Jon try not to scare the nice young man away," She said with a thin smile to indicate it was supposed to be a joke. Inside Michael had to wince because he was rather sure Jon was too young to understand such subtleties of expression.

He watched her leave and then Jon looked back at him, solemn and wary, his eyes to old for his age. The poor kid had been through a lot. "Hello Jon, I'm Michael," he said, extending his hand with a friendly smile. Jon examined him again before reaching out and taking Michael's slim hand giving it a formal shake. Michael hoped that with time he would get to the point of being able to hug the boy and have him acting like a normal child. But not yet.

"Why don't you show me your favourite books?" Michael asked and watched as Jon's face light up even as he tried to suppress it. Michael didn't try to repress his answering smile.

When Mrs. Sims returned Michael was sitting on Jon's floor, long legs folded under him, surrounded by little piles of books as Jon babbled about the next book on the shelf. Michael couldn't possibly remember all of them, but what was important was the unrestrained joy on Jon's face. It hurt to see it shutter again when his grandmother made a comment about it being irritating.

"I don't mind," He promised immediately and firmly reviving a ghost of Jon's previous smile and making the grandmother look slightly chagrined. "I'll be happy to come back."

The grandmother being a non-nonsense sort of woman nodded, said they'd see him again same time next week, and shoved the money they'd agreed on into his hand. He saw himself out, and didn't notice that Jon was following him until he felt a small hand tug on his jacket, turning around obligingly to find a book being shoved into his stomach.

"I want to know what you think," Jon said before skittering back upstairs to get ready for bed. Michael promised himself that no matter how busy his course schedule was he would find time to read the book before he came back to see Jon again.

Part 2: here

#michael shelley #jonathan sims #the magnus archives #kid!jon #fanfiction request #I really enjoyed this #I sort of want to write a part 2 perhaps right after Mr. Spider #Let me know if you want that

[ghostbsuter]

He's hiding, the half collapsed pillar in an abandoned office building, halfway ruined and completely left to collapse in metropolis.

His core is pulsing, air freezing and eyes not focused.

Metropolis is big and bright.

There is no way they could get him here, not with kryptonian heroes at its beck and call. Danny saw Supergirl save the day, the big blue at her tail, saving civilians.

Danny followed the official daily planet channel and reads along every line Lois Lane and her husband, Clark Kent, write each time, making people aware of problems, and most importantly exposing people.

The rich and corrupted.

So yes, is it frightening? Anxiety filling? Putting trust into complete strangers in hopes they'd uncover the Guys in White if they appear in the city?

Yes, yes it is.

He hopes Jon, the boy he has been helping with homework in a cafe, won't miss him too much in case it does happen.

#dcxdp #dpxdc #dp x dc crossover #fic prompt #writing prompt #dc x dp prompt #METROPOLIS CE TRIC #did danny accidentally befriend the two superblys in civilian fashion? #yes he did #he didnt know they were LOIS LANE'S kids #hes such a fan of her #the superfam can hear his core and it brings worrie #qorries #worries #theyre quite confident hes just a slien in hiding #clark “bleeding heart” kent was so ready to pull out his kryptonian status just to reassure danny #Danny and Kara have spa days #dannys is like younger than Kon but older than Jon #KON AND JON??? #their names literally thr same

[meowmeowmeowmeow4x]

Supersons +1 prompt answer

If you asked Danny, 12 year old half-ghost hero of Amity Park, how half-life was going, he'd tell you things were mixed.

On the one hand, he had just spent the last three or four months in family/scientist/'this house is a death trap waiting to happen' therapy with Jazz, and by some miracle, it worked. He wasn't sure if this was some kind of dream as his parents poured over years upon years of research, crossing out lines, rewriting equations, and reevaulating everything they thought they knew about ghosts.

Was the shudders family therapy worth not going over how they'd like to dissect him? he's still not sure. The horror.

Not to mention the attention. Danny was sure he was going to throw up if his parents drag him away for more bonding time, only for a ghost to attack and for him to run off to transform. What made it worse was when the Fentons came barrelling out, guns blazing, alternating between getting mad that he'd interrupted their family time, and asking him questions about "Your suspicious spook culture, if you even have one you dangerous delusional delinquent!"

At least they were trying, but Danny was very much comfortable not spilling the beans on the whole half-ghost situation, thank you very much.

And that's why, when Dad proposed to take him to Gotham to show off their latest invention, he jumped at the chance. The home city of the Batman, one of the greatest heroes known to man (except for Martian Manhunter and Superman of course) and Dad promised to take him to Gotham Observatory too. Not to mention how much he wanted to get away from Jazz's smug looks of superiority. Gotham here he comes!

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Damian Wayne scowled as he scanned the crowed of scientists with more smarts than sense. Really, a flying toilet seat. For what deviant?

"Maybe they're for people who can fly." Kent piped up beside him. Father had let the two of them run off together, and his company was mildly more appealing than being alone with his thoughts.

"Why would Superman ever need to relieve himself mid-air. I do not believe you would appreciate your father's rear end being on display for all the world to see."

"True." Jon hummed. His voice lowered to a whisper. "You think indecent exposure is what your dad meant by "scoping out any potential future villains?"

Damian gave Jon a flat look. The sooner this convention ended, the better.

The crowded shifted, and the mass of visitors pushed toward a certain corner, where a man large enough to rival Superman's build stood upon a podium, with a boy their age off to the side.

"Ladies and gentlemen, let me introduce to you the latest in FentonWorks' innovations, the Fenton Ghost Zone Radar, soon to revolutionise the study of ghosts!"

"I thought ghosts were a magic thing." Jon said. "You know, stuff Constantine and JLD deal with."

"They are."

"Mixing magic and science is like, like, oil and water. No way this guy's serious, is he?"

"His name is Jack Fenton. That's Daniel Fenton, his son." Damian pointed to the boy in question, looking like he'd seen this scene a hundred times before, but with that knowing glint that promised something deeper. "They're normally spotted alongside Jack's wife, Madeline. Widely regarded as quacks by the larger scientific community for chasing paper-thin theories about ghosts, they've nonetheless gained funding from the government. This is the first time they've left their base of operations in Amity Park for years."

"Woah, you know your stuff, Dami!"

Damian glared at the young Superboy in disguise. "I read the briefing files. Didn't you?"

Kent looked uncomfortable and looked away. "Uhh, maybe?"

"Typical."

"Well, if he's so crazy, then why'd your dad even let him in." Upon another scathing glare, Kent relented. "Oh right, the whole supervillain thing."

"Enough chatter. We'll zero in on the younger Fenton. I intend to squeeze him like a grape, and make Father proud."

"Dami maybe you should be a little nicer-" Only for Damian to march off without him.

Honestly, inane niceties were above someone of his status. Those things were Superboy's job, and if Daniel Fenton wouldn't crack, then Damian was itching to try a new torture technique.

@impyssadobsessions

#damn that was a good ride guess #we'll die now that's pretty cool #dpxdc #danny fenton #danny phantom #dcxdp #dp x dc #damian wayne #jon kent #i don't nkow what im doing #im an amateur writer plz forgive me #inspired by prompt #still dont know how to do this stuff #uhh the only media i've watched with these kids is Battle of the Supersons 3D movie #it was pretty good #but man the fact that the kids just chill on the watchtower as it crashes to earth and they're like and i'm like WHAT YOU'RE 13 YEARS OLD N #unless ur name is Danny i guess since the original show has him be hilariously chill about a lot of things including his parents trying to #bitchslap him with ghost guns #supersons #soup persons

[saessenach]

quick doodle of AGOT!Jon + the reason why he is not allowed anywhere near the dais while court is visiting Winterfell

#asoiaf #jon snow #rhaegar targaryen #valyrianscrolls #asoiaf fanart #fanart #digital art #my art #artists on tumblr #procreate #shoutout to the hella funny posts i've been reading about their potential resemblance #ned is like 'thank the gods the kid looks like lyanna' and the jon hits him with the gloomy silent stare of doom #and he's like 'woop ok you go into the back over there ok' #anyway this was FUN back to thesis work now

[willowycreature]

jon breaking his vows to rescue his sister and getting killed in the process is actually more proof that he's a stark no matter who his birth father is lol like that's literally what killed brandon STARK

#can not believe someone said this is what makes him a true t*rg #ew like his birth dad didn't leave his wife and kids to die #be serious #jon snow

[asentienthaze]

I love finding random tumblr posts describing just the soppiest most pathetic man and then just reblogging it going

"haha

jon sims"

#like LOOK my man is just fun to rag on #does be consume my every waking moment? sure #is he a genuinely fascinating character that explores morality and humanity in an extremely human way? also yes #do i want to dunk him in a glass of milk suck on him and tthen hit him on the wall like that kids barbie ugg #iykyk #sure. so what of it #the magnus archives #tma #jonathan sims #jon sims #debs own posts