Sprog Rockatansky

He's not scared Except when he is

[thatlastpartsthecatholicism]

@sproggorockatansky

“…hey…” He made sure his mask was pushed up as he peered into the room. “Hey. Easy, kiddo, it’s okay.”

There was only one conscious heartbeat in the space, and it belonged to the kid. He was probably terrified. An appropriate response to getting kidnapped. “I’m here to help you.”

[sproggorockatansky]

“Nnn-no.” Sprog loosed one of the hands he’d clasped over his ears, pushing it into the bare mattress he’d been huddled on for the past... he didn’t know. He’d sat in the dark room for a long time, alone with the wheezing sound of his own stuffy nose and the occasional passing footsteps. It was very quiet. Until the shouting started. And went quiet again. He climbed away from the open door now. Slipped skinny legs into the nook between the mattress and wall and wedged the rest of himself down after. Hiding where the stripe of light from the hallway didn’t reach. “No!”

[sproggorockatansky]

[nomadscag-blog]

He was scared of the gun, but the baby was upset, so he took the time to put half an apple down for him.  Later Max smashes his leg.

Bandy Love Forever

[awwww-cute]

[sproggorockatansky]

@terminalxcrazy

[wantmyhandback]

Okay but what about an AU where the armalites don’t kill Sprog, instead they just steal him and have to raise a kid in between arguing over which one is gonna be his “dad”

[johnnytheboyo-deactivated201612]

They all take turns. Johnny is awkward around the baby. Clunk is the most responsible.

[bulletfarming]

Kalashnikov tells them this is the worst idea ever.

Night Rider reads the kid Swinburne.

[sproggorockatansky]

// It was one of my earlier ideas that nobody grabbed up tbh. 

[sproggorockatansky]

A Father’s Nightmares

[hacked-account-follow-my-twitter]

[nuxtheuncrackable-blog]

I still have a mess of those pallet-draw-memes to do (and intend to!) but this looks super fun please send for later doodlings.

[sproggorockatansky]

“Whiskey” is too complicated by far, so Sprog will usually just keep it to an “Ee” or prod her when he wants her attention for something. Max is called anything ranging from “Da” to “Duh”, “Aa”, “uh”, or just gets his jacket pulled on/cuddled into.

[sproggorockatansky]

He Mad.

[sproggorockatansky]

[sproggorockatansky]

// As a side note, Sprog does look VERY similar to Max, and it’s not all that clear cuz I rarely color my sketches- Sprog isn’t white. He’s very dark skinned if he’s been in the sun, but even if he hasn’t. He’s mix race like my version of Jess. 

[terminalxcrazy-deactivated20230]

((A realization

she’s tiny))

[wretchedjess]

Excuse you

[sproggorockatansky]

The one trait Sprog got from his Mamma. >:l

[sproggorockatansky]

terminalxcrazy:

sproggorockatansky:

Ok, but Sprog’s gonna grow up to be a very short man because Jess Genes. But kinda stocky. I need to draw him n Max side-by-side eventually.

((Also probably because malnutrition.

Also? Yes.))

I WAS GONNA SAY THAT TOO but my brain forgot the word “malnutrition” and I gave up. 

[sproggorockatansky]

Ok, but Sprog’s gonna grow up to be a very short man because Jess Genes. But kinda stocky. I need to draw him n Max side-by-side eventually.

[sproggorockatansky]

bloodbxg:

  sproggorockatansky liked for a starter.

     Tents appeared on the horizon, Max was sure they hadn’t been there      that night. They were almost invisible against the sand, designed to      blend in, if it weren’t for the dog staring out there long enough for him       to take notice he wouldn’t have seen the shuffling fabric in the wind. 

     For hours he stared, but was never able to catch sight of any figures       around them, they weren’t Buzzards, Warboys, or Rock Riders that      he knew. In the end, he decided it was worth the risk, out of the three,      he had only found recent trouble with Buzzards. These wanderers      might have the scrap he was looking for. 

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Sprog had both hands wrapped around a bundle of cloth as he kicked his way through the deep white sand at his ankles. The sound of an engine was enough to send him back toward the tents but it was a raised voice that had him hurrying along. He didn’t notice the dingo, though. Not ‘til the panting creature got close and a nose touched the back of his leg. Sprog paused then. Looked around and down with furrowed brows- and immediately shrieked. 

[sproggorockatansky]

Hey, Sprog. [He's smiling and holding one of the puppies in his hands.] C'mere and look.

Sprog had his blanket and pillowbear tucked underarm as he shuffled in the room, still a bit leery of Jess' Space. "Wuh?" He could see something small wriggling in Da's hands, too light colored to be a rat, and took a few steps closer.

[sproggorockatansky]

✎

Scaredy grumbled and licked Max’s eyes the second he opened one, tail thwapping as she lifted her head from his chest. A much hairier, and older, child than the one Max had started his nap with.Sprog must have woken up first and gone a-wandering again. 

[sproggorockatansky]

terminalxcrazy:

“God…Scaredy…” Max tried to sit up without forcibly dislodging the dog. “Hey, I know. I know. Where’s…” He sighed and kissed the dog’s nose. “Geroff.”

Where’d he go this time?

Scaredy slid slow and heavy down to his hip, then off a bit to the side as Max shifted around more, until she finally rolled to her side on the blanket. The excitement of it all left her yawning, but she still lifted a paw in invitation in case he wanted to give her belly a rub.

Sprog had left a papers on the floor, precious squares of parchment pilfered from Jess’ stash to scribble on in black charcoal. A few toy figures made from stones and twisted metal wires were scattered about for anyone for step on.

He must have been up for a while.