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ky-landfill · 8 months
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Is this Nana's hot chocolate? Hell yeah, little dude.
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mamawasatesttube · 10 months
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fussy doting big brother kon who freaks out more about baby brother jon getting his shots than jon does
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ethmaron · 2 years
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part one of seven billion brother shenanigans with the superboys
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lurkinglurkerwholurks · 4 months
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I need, I need, I need you all to watch this and picture Bruce and Clark.
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We Fucking Won
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certainvictori · 10 months
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Have some more Superbros resting after a long day helping out the farm
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spider-jaysart · 11 months
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Love that Chris and Jon Fanart piece you shared XD
May I make a small art request in relation to it?
If you can’t fulfill it, it’s understandable.
Maybe Chris carrying Jon via piggyback ride back to their bedroom after a long day?
Again if you can’t do this one for any reason, that’s understandable
@paladin-of-nerd-fandom65
Here you go!💙💖💙
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Tired Jonno and his big bro taking him to his bed to tuck him in💗
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Thanks for the request buddy! :D
Hope you like it!💖💙💖💙💖
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gretahayes · 10 months
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Imo, the ideal Super Bros™️ Dynamic is big brother Kon with his little brothers Chris and Jon who absolutely adore him, but can’t stand each other. I 100% believe that Chris and Jon have the kind of relationship where they’ll be gaming one second, only trying to strangle each other the next. Monopoly is banned in the Kent household bc one of them always cheats (Chris) and the other hates losing (Jon), and it always results in Jon letting loose with his heat vision bc Chris keeps gloating. Jon told Chris that Santa Claus is dead in the middle of a battle against Livewire, and Chris responded by opening a portal to send him to the moon. They fight over who Kon likes more.
Kon says it's Kara and he's not even lying
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adalineozie · 1 year
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This is probably a dumb idea but it came from a cullmination of tumblr ideas...
I love the running gag that people assume Damian is the youngest in the Super Sons series but I don't think enough people talk about the fact that people assume they're brothers.
So funny shower thought, fangs. Kryptonians are known for their fangs and it even makes Batman jealous. In my mind, Damian also has fangs like in the Battle of the Super Sons movie. Damian and Jon look very different, but once people see Damian has fangs like the rest of the Kent family, they start having doubts and just assume his appearance is because of recessive genes or something. I mean, why wouldn't they, what other family in Smallville has fangs? This kid seems to hang around the Kents often enough, he might just be their son, it's the same for that Kon kid, right?
I personally think this is funny. I can imagine the Kent boys just run with it, plan a field day bringing Damian along and go around town pretending Damian is their brother. Bruce catches wind of this and his frustration when he learns not only do Kryptonians have fangs, so do the al Ghuls.
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thevagabondcave · 2 years
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*heated debate ends between Bruce and Clark and everyone leaves quickly in relief once Clark's idea wins*
Diana: You agreed with Clark's plan from the start.
Bruce: Yes.
Diana: You made up an entirely fictional idea just to argue with him. Why?
Bruce: Because then he thinks I sometimes agree with him, meaning when I really need him to, he'll feel obligated to agree with me for a turn.
Diana: And you just...thought of this?
Bruce: Don't be ridiculous. It was Lois' idea.
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black-lone-knight · 11 months
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I need your opinion on something I'm going to write.
Batman and Superman's ages have been changed throughout history, comics, universes, movies, etc.
I want to know what’s public opinion on this. As friends. As brothers. As partners. As a couple. It doesn't matter. Just what do you want them to be?
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ky-landfill · 9 months
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"Jon?"
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ethmaron · 2 years
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idk something about the one who wont get to grow up and the one who didnt get to grow up as he should
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It might be your wound, but they’re my sutures
for @frownyalfred
Superman wasn’t invincible, not really. There was Kryptonite, of course, his unbathed heel in a world awash with yellow light. Fragments of his homeworld were a temporal wormhole in a way, a path back in time to the reality where he died with the rest of his people. That was the exception to his invincibility that most people—too many people—knew about, though few could exploit it.
Beyond that, Clark Kent was still mortal, he was pretty sure. He aged. He needed to eat and drink and sleep and all the other things humans needed to do, if at a pace and scope out of sync with the rest of the world. Lois would accuse him of splitting hairs, because he was functionally invincible. No one knew how long it might take him to die of hunger or thirst or exhaustion. He had never tried to test those limits to their fullest, just knew that he didn’t need in the same way a fragile Earthling might, dead by starvation in three weeks, by dehydration in four days.
But he was not invincible. More than hunger or thirst or pain, he knew horror. He knew grief. He knew loneliness and fear and despair. He might not die from exhaustion, but he knew the stupor that came from the blight of an overloaded brain.
He could feel it now, the way his hands felt leaden on his knees, lodestones pulling toward the Earth’s core. The way he could look at his fingers and see them, know they were his, but feel completely detached from them. Clark frowned, or thought he frowned, felt the emotion of a frown even if it didn’t wrinkle his face, and tried to concentrate on his index finger, on making it twitch even a little.
He might not be dead, but he wasn’t functioning. Vincible.
His name was a popped cartoon bubble, its edges sketched with a dashed line, the interior empty of sound and meaning. He didn’t realize it was his name at all until the shadow filled his vision, black crowding out the light.
Clark jerked back and felt rather than heard the crunching dent his skull made in the wall behind him.
—oa, whoa, easy—
The words were like his name, more outlines than sounds, but slowly the volume edged up beneath the din. Clark blinked, then squinted; to anyone watching, suddenly, startlingly more like the nearsighted, bumbling reporter he pretended to be than should be possible when clad in red and blue. But squinting helped him focus on the mouth in front of him, and the emblem behind it.
“Dick.” Clark straightened and brushed off the back of his head mechanically, wall already forgotten.
Because it was Dick—or rather, Nightwing—standing over him. Dark hair heavy with sweat clung to Dick’s forehead and temples, and there was what looked like a burn mark on his neck above the line of his costume, but otherwise he seemed unhurt.
“You’re okay?” Clark still asked, because he must. Even as he did so, he gathered what he could of his shattered focus and looked beneath skin and suit for anything troubling.
His own voice sounded far away, but at least he could hear it. He must have done a decent enough job modulating his tone, because Dick didn’t wince, just continued to stare at him with naked concern.
KEEP READING ON AO3
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Chris, Jon, Kon and Match, in that order
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certainvictori · 9 months
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June piece done! Had a lot of fun working on these guys tbh!!
a rough Patrol night requires some ice cream to cool off :3
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