#MWV1: 'this weird cryptid freak is terrifying and i need to get away from him NOW'

[pigeonwit]

hihi pidge howsit goingggg

for the wip ask game: either one of the manhattan, wv wips because im excited about them both and also manhattan wv in general i love it veryvery much wbvwbwbwbwbbw

it is going STRESSFUL mr walkman i am losing hair over these assignments but it's cool it's cool we stay silly it's FINE haha!!!!!!

anywhore manhattan west virginia pog

the premise of 'manhattan, west virginia', if people do not know, is that jack runs away from new york and gets a train to santa fe, only for it to break down in a town named manhattan, west virginia. the town's small and weird and people keep looking at him funny and there's this weird rabbit that won't stop following him around, so jack's on edge that he's walked into some kind of cult and desperately wants to leave. he runs into davey, the town's local environmental conservationist (psst. His Ass Is Not An Environmental Conservationist) who simply tells him to walk along the train tracks and he'll be back home. so jack does. he spends the whole day walking along the train tracks. and he loops back around to davey. he can't leave.

the idea is that manhattan is this gravity-falls-esque place where unexplainable things reside; you can find it, but not if you're TRYING to find it. you can't come to manhattan wanting to explain it because it doesn't want to explained. so it's full of weird cryptids and logging-camp/cowboy folklore and the very weird semi-human-but-also-steward-of-the-town's-consciousness, davey jacobs. and also spiders. it's very plot/action heavy in part one but the rest are just domestic fluff with eldritch weirdcore bullshit sprinkled on top.

snippets from both are under the cut for your convenience davey!!

MWV 1:

Jack’s ripped from his drawings – his half-finished shadows – by a relentless pounding on his attic door. It’s not excessively loud, but it's insistent, a constant monotone knocking that’s more petty than anything else.

It’s hardly a surprise when he opens the door to find Davey on the other side.

It’s hard not to laugh when he sees him – he’s soaking wet, for one, his already chaotic curls sticking up and out in stubborn little coils and cowlicks (the wisps of baby-hair that live around his sideburns have curled intoperfect corkscrews, and it’s downright hysterical), and while his wax-coat has held up fine against the downpour, Davey’s face looks as if he’s been waterboarded, rain clinging to his lashes and brows, the tip of his nose, the swell of his lip-

And before Jack can take that thought any further, his attention is grabbed by a thrashing clump of wet fur in Davey’s arms.

“This,” Davey shoves the jackalope in his arms towards Jack with a sour face, “belongs to you.”

MWV 2:

“Oh, for God’s- hey!” Henry snaps, throwing a take-out spoon at the door. “Ya comin’ in or what?”

Tommy Boy only watches him for a second, eyes saucer-wide, before grabbing his brother and marching them both away, practically sprinting into the rain.

“Fucking weirdo.” Henry mutters. “Always out there, just – loitering. It’s weird, right?”

Jack sends a look in Davey’s direction from the corner of his eye – he seems to be very invested in the little box of sugar packets, since it’s raised almost entirely to his mouth to hide his smile.

“Yeah.” Jack tries not to laugh. “Weird.”

“Well, nothing some good coffee won’t fix.” Henry shrugs with a good-natured smile. “Be right back, fellas, don’t go anywhere without paying me!”

Jack offers him a friendly two-fingered salute, not trusting himself to speak. The moment Henry turns his back to them to fiddle with his beloved espresso machine, they both dissolve into poorly-stifled giggles.

“Does he not know?”

“God, no. Not at all. Every time I’ve been here, he’s never noticed. I think he thinks Tommy’s trying to shake him down.”

“Oh, yeah.” Jack nods. “That’s what you do when you wanna intimidate someone, stand outside in the rain like a wet puppy.”

“With your little brother trailing after you.”

“Well, of course.”

“Of course.” Davey says professionally, lasting all of two seconds before they both start giggling again. “God, poor Tommy Boy.”

“Love’s a cruel lady.”

Davey scoffs towards his knuckles as he fidgets with his collar.

“That’s putting it strongly. I think he just associates Henry with coffee.”

Jack sighs, gazing wistfully at an imaginary horizon.

“And is that not love, in a way?”

Davey rolls his eyes and throws a sugar packet at him, right on the bridge of his nose.

“Don’t make me regret coming here.”

#MWV1: 'this weird cryptid freak is terrifying and i need to get away from him NOW' #MWV3: 'omgggg you saw mothman today?? omg that's soooo funny haha that's like CRAZY do you wanna get coffee or-' #manhattan west virginia #newsies #pigeon scribbles #javey #javid #davey jacobs #david jacobs #jack kelly #walkman-cat