#morris hc’s

[technovillain]

i like my character dynamics like i like my psycho-mech battle bot plans: completely self-fabricated, abandoned, and unrealized. please think about how awesome it would be if sam realized she could have fun with her intern assignment and taught coach to embrace cringe. he's all set up for it and everything as it is.

#PLS this is my hill to die on #obsessed with my oleander/sam/loboto/bobby dynamic its my emotional support weird little non-canon family #oleander being a 'i hate teenagers' guy until sam gets on his good side. #do you see my vision!!!!!! you should #morceau oleander #sam boole #hcs #this started bc i wanted to draw morry's rejected concept outfit #but then sam happened

[fryandleelasbigfling]

i find it so cute that leela’s maternal line consistently has Some Wrist Thing going on for most of their lives as another way to connect them all visually

#futurama #turanga leela #leela #munda #mundas mom #rewatched zapp dingbat and realized how much i love the turanga stuff in it #i wanna talk abt it but man so much of it is overanalysis and pure hc #also young morris had a watch is that anything lol #turanga fam

[barghesthowls]

I was thinking about 19th century sports/sporty activities and which ones would be the favorite to watch or participate in for each Dracula character

Jonathan: He's never actually played a sport, other than like, soccer at the orphanage. But he enjoys watching fencing. He can imagine fight scenes from his favorite stories.

Mina: Likes riding horses, and watching horse riding as evidenced by her interest in the Rotten Row and her praise for horses later.

Lucy: We learn that she enjoys playing tennis, fishing, riding, rowing (though it's likely Arthur's doing the rowing). She's a sporty gal. Will destroy anyone at tennis. She'd likely enjoy cycling were she allowed to learn. Prefers participating over watching.

Dracula: Horse riding and he likes horses (yes just like Mina) as we see how he calms them. Hunting, though as a human it was less for personal enjoyment as it is to him now.

Seward: Boxing. He likely learned from a young age, like many wealthy boys, but I think he kept it up because he found it as a good regulator. Also, hunting, which he discovered he liked after uni thanks to his friends.

Renfield: Spent his youth engaging in various sports less out of personal choice and more due to a wealthy upbringing. Despite his impressive build and natural strength, he may be more interested in intellectual pursuits.

Arthur: Boating/sailing (as we see later), fishing, rowing. River and lake stuff in general are his forte. But he dabbles in various activities. He likes watching rugby.

Quincey: Hunting is his passion. Riding, hiking, shooting contests. Seeks out risky thrills like rodeos and calf roping.

Van Helsing: He dabbled in cricket in his youth as it was all the rage in the Netherlands but that's it. He takes very long walks though.

#a mix of canon and my hcs #dracula daily #jonathan harker #mina murray #count dracula #jack seward #lucy westenra #r.m. renfield #arthur holmwood #quincey morris #re: dracula #dracula

[thecoloursoot]

Crutchie alternates between giving really good advice and just absolute bullshit but he will not tell you which and his sarcasm is so strong nobody can tell the difference

#britsies #newsies #newsies the musical #uksies #west endsies #newsies london #newsies hc #newsies west end #crutchie morris #crutchie newsies #matthew duckett

[joeythefrog]

everyone should totally send me newsies drawing prompts

giggling fr

#newsies #newsies fandom #racetrack higgins #sprace #spot conlon #jack kelly #david jacobs #crutchie morris #albert dasilva #just send them in my asks #could also be writing prompts #or hcs #or anything #just in general #asks make me feel so special

[maxwell-mtv]

To Wish Upon a Winter Star [Morris x G/N!Reader]

[HEY THERE, HI THERE, HO THERE! Sorry this took me a moment, I had to make sure this was perfect and then realized this would make for an excellent series so this will probably only be part 1 tbh. So my apologies for the offish end, but I assure you this intended to be a series now.

TRIGGER/CONTENT WARNINGS: Spicy old men who will gladly kill each other if they were only able too, jealousy, and brief alcohol mention!

Any who-sies, Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays, and Happy New Year to all you lovely folks out there <3. I hope you enjoy, and let me know if there's anything I can improve upon. I want to only produce the best for you all.]

“Morris Tod, the manager of Joja Mart, at our town's festival? That's ridiculous! What business does that corporate pig have nosing around our traditions? As if he has any right to intrude! He's the one who's actively ruining this town!” The shop owner slaps his newspaper onto his sales counter. 

With a careless shrug, the purple haired girl finishes shuffling through her backpack.. “I don't know, Dad, that's just what Sam was telling me. Seems like maybe he's really trying to get involved.”

Sniffing and narrowing his eyes, the hunched man takes a bitter sip from his coffee mug. “What are the odds he's only showing because of the new Farmer?” His question was framed more as an accusation than a genuine point of conversation.

“I don't know. I don't care. I just don't want you to have an aneurysm when you see him there like you did when he showed up to the Luau…” The young woman rolls her eyes as she slings her bag over her shoulder and heads for the exit.

“Language, Abigail!” The man nearly stands up from his stool. “And where do you think you're going with that bag?”

“Outside?” She responds incredulously, pushing her way out the store.

Sitting back in his seat, Pierre takes another sip from his mug but not before scoffing at his daughter's rude attitude. This was going to be interesting, to say the least.

…

Looking like Ebenezer Scrooge in the way he dressed, Morris carried on conversation after conversation with the locals in town square. It was funny how despite his general appearance that the man could be so charming when he wanted to be. At least to him, all it took was a one-liner here and there, then a charming incentive to make them want more. For hours, every chance he got, he'd practiced and practiced for every possible scenario. Even in the mirror in those brief moments when he'd be tying his bowtie, he'd practice his facial expressions and the endearing expressions that would help charm those around him.

Despite his best efforts, these skills could only take him so far. Often only as far as the supermarket he ran. He wasn't as sought after as he may have liked, years of rejection and loneliness helped to drive that point home especially. Now, as he took his seat on a corner table, this point was driven home for him once more. No one came up to him, and with every passing glance of the locals, he swore he wasn't truly welcome there. Perhaps observing this town's tradition this year wasn't the best idea. He could have easily taken his one day off a year and stayed home. Or maybe he could even call his mother who he'd hardly talked to since he basically moved into the town.

Bouncing his leg, he glances over to spot the incoming farmer who seemed in a rush to get to the festivities. Glancing at his wrist watch, he saw why they were in such a rush. It was already nearly noon, halfway through the celebration hours.

Suddenly, his ideas of leaving, escaping, or anything of the sort disappear. He watches the young farmer as they start their rounds. But he's taken by surprise when a strange pang of jealousy bubbles within him as he watches them talk to Pierre before scurrying off towards the others. He stands and weaponizes this strange new feeling, planning his his attack while he approached Pierre's stall, he makes sure the farmer's back is turned for this next part.

Resting an arm on the desk part of the stall, he glances at Pierre. “Working year round, are we?”

“Save for Wednesdays, I have no choice.” Pierre responds coldly.

“What a shame, this wouldn't happen if you'd just close up shop and work for us. We could use a good numbers guy.”

“Oh really?” The tired middle aged man says sarcastically. “Is that so?”

“Oh yes, you know pricing all our items can become quite the daunting task. I'm sure a man of your caliber could easily achieve such low-brow work.” Morris says, finding himself to feel rather proud in the moment.

Pierre gawks and nearly chokes on his own spit. “What's your deal, you slimy scumbag?” He spits out through clenched teeth. “What's your fetish with tearing me down and ruining my life every chance you get?”

Morris's grin widens as he gets this response. “I would say you're the one who's self-sabotaging, Pierre. After all, how hard could it be to just shut down shop and work for a more secure job?”

“Because I'd be letting you win.”

“What a childish way of looking at things.” Morris takes a pause to glance over his shoulder to make sure the farmer was nowhere in ear shot. He quickly turns and leans in, smirking at his glowering counterpart. “Why don't you just surrender this losing battle of yours? I'll gladly take your clients off your hands and in return you can spend more time with your darling family.”

“As far as I'm concerned, you can kiss my-” Before Pierre can finish his statement, his wife approaches with two plates sandwiched together. Morris takes this opportunity to leave and go to the tables of food and beverages, some of which this year proudly provided by the local Joja Mart. It was merely a small show of appreciation to the townsfolk for letting him join in on the local festivities.

As you finished your rounds, you took a deep breath. Now all there was to do was to give your secret person the gift, receive yours and then you could head out. As you approached Willy to say hello and hand him his gift, you're stopped by a familiar voice. 

“Well if it isn't my favorite soon-to-be customer!” Morris approaches, holding out a travel cup for you to take. His cheeky grin never falters as he eyes you over. 

“Oh, hey Morris.” You hadn't known the man outside of the few awkward encounters at and around Pierre's. You only ever went over the stream for the Library or Clint's so you hardly ever thought about Joja Mart. You glance warily at the steaming cup, wondering what it was you were supposed to do.

“Here, it's rather chilly out here, don't you think?” He gestures for you to take the cup before sensing your hesitance. “Don't worry, this is Joja's finest cocoa! It's soy, dairy, nut, and gluten free!”

“Then what's in it?” You question, skeptical of any and all Joja products, having worked for the central offices for so long.

“That's a surprise.” He winks at you, basically placing the cup in your own hand at this point.

You take a moment to smell the steam billowing from the cup, only for you to instinctually lean away. “Thanks.” Noting the oddly chemical scent, you lean away and subtly place the cup on a table behind you.

“Not a problem. I don't know why they hold this event outside. Wouldn't it be much more reasonable to have it indoors?” He glances around the set up. “Joja Mart is always happy to rent out our vast, open spaces. Our shelves are easily movable with the help of our able-bodied staff!”

“I heard they used to hold this in the Community Center before it crumbled apart.” You mention passively.

“I see, I suppose this way when it gets dark, we can all gather to see the star.”

“The star?” Was there really the legendary star? You'd never seen it before, of course it was a local legend for a reason.

Nodding the larger man turns to point you towards where the sea was. “Ah yes, the star. Haven't you heard the story yet?” He cocks a brow. “Everyone in town knows the story, even I do. Although if you ask me, I think it's all fantasy.”

Intrigued, you pry for the story. He tells it to you with less enthusiasm and color than Willy might have, but it was informative to say the least. If only you hadn't been interrupted on your way to the fisherman, it would perhaps seem more magical to you. “How would you like to meet me tonight on the docks? I’d be happy to point it out to you.” 

You didn't know why, but the way his crimson eyes stared into yours inclined you to say yes. “Sure.”

“Great! Meet me tonight at 10, I'll be waiting by the fishing shack.” He establishes, letting you go off to finish what you were inclined to do.

…

Hours go by, the festivities quickly wrap up with Pierre hardly making any gold. Exhausted, everyone goes back to their respective homes, others retire to the Saloon for a late night drink to calm their nerves. At the bar side, Morris sips on an Old Fashion and thinks over the day's events. What was up with that feeling inside his chest from earlier? Why did he so readily and easily insult and belittle Pierre? Sure they'd always had a strained business relationship, if one could even call it that. But he certainly went too far to go out of his way to shut him down like that. For a brief moment, Morris could feel some guilt festering in his stomach before drowning it with a final sip from his drink. 

Setting the empty glass down, he places down a fine amount of gold to match the generosity shown to him with the potency of Gus's pour. He strides from the Saloon and makes his way over the bridge to the beachside. Any minute now, he'd need to show the new farmer a star he didn't even know the location of. All he knew was he would know it when he saw it. 

Sitting on the docks, he lets his finely crafted leather shoes dangle over the water. Truly the drink had helped to let him relax more than normal. Leaning back, he takes a deep breath in. This was it. He was going to sell the farmer on Joja. Who didn't love to support a manager who went out of their way to create a relationship with them?

He heard the sound of steps walking over the creaking wooden boards which separated them from the sea below. Glancing over his shoulder, his hazy mind grew elated at the sight of you. His usual cheeky smile returned, but you could swear there was something different about it. 

“Hey! If it isn't my favorite soon-to-be customer!” He says, turning his attention back up to the night sky. His heart seemed to skip a beat, only to pound all the harder to make up for lost time. His cheeks flushed red, but you couldn't see that, much to his luck, under the night light. “Come join me.” He offers a place next to him, patting his hand on the wooden docks.

“You sure? The dock is rather wet.” You cautioned yourself, unsure of his intentions. It was clear that something was off about his demeanor, but not necessarily in a bad way.

“You don't have to if you don't want to. I've just always loved this spot.” He shrugs, continuing to get lost in the stars above.

“Are you okay? You don't seem like your usual self today. I mean, Pierre even told me how you absolutely tore him to shreds earlier. I don't know you very well but if I had to guess I'd think something was wrong.” You take your seat next to him, albeit carefully considering you weren't wanting to get hypothermia tonight if you happened to slip into the waters below.

Morris felt his stomach drop. Of course Pierre would tell the farmer about that. “Oh, yes. I don't know what happened with that.” He lies, looking into the distance. That was the last thing he wanted to think about right now.

You take a moment to look over the manager's features. His slightly feathered hair, his sorrowful, almost empty expression, not to mention his glistening red eyes. It felt as if this wasn't the manager you'd grown to know over time. “Morris,” you start. 

He looks over and into your eyes. “Hm?”

“You know you don't have to put on an act with me like everyone else, right? I hate it when people feel the need to wear a mask around me in order to gain my favor.” You confess, looking into his softening gaze.

“I don't know what you mean.” He chuckles, trying to brush it off.

“Listen, I know it might be hard, especially doing it all the time but you can let your guard down around me. Either way, I'm never going to shop at Joja Mart.”

That last sentence gets his attention, his glasses nearly tilting off his face with how fast he shoots you a look. “What!?”

“Yeah, I hate to break it to you but I'm in full support of Pierre. So please, stop pretending.” Shrugging, you watch as the man goes through several stages of processing.

For a moment, Morris wonders why he's even sticking around then. He knew he could charm anyone into shopping at his store, sometimes all it took was a big enough discount to have them reeling in. Then again, why didn't he try that already? 

He looks to you and sighs, slumping his shoulders and swallowing his pride. “I suppose that's only fair.” He relents.

You watch in surprise as he gets up and starts walking off the docks. Wasting no time, you rise to your feet, slipping a little as you rush after him. “Where are you going?”

“Home.” He says, sounding defeated.

“You were supposed to show me the star.” You point out. 

“Hm?” He looks back over his shoulder at you, he'd nearly forgotten.

“Yeah, you were going to show me the star.” 

“You still want to see it?”

“Of course I do.”

“Willy would be far better for that.”

“Willy's not around.” You state bluntly. You were not about to let this man go so easily. At least, not in the state he seemed to be in now.

Turning around, Morris runs a nervous hand through his already messy hair. “Look, I won't lie to you, I don't even know where that stupid star is.” 

It was as if in letting his mask fall, he'd revealed just how exhausted he really was. And the alcohol in his system certainly didn't help with him feeling it.

“That's okay, we can look for it together.” You insist calmly. “Unless you'd like to go home, in which case I'm completely fine with that too. But I'd love it if you'd look for it with me.”

Your subtle plea peaks his fancy. “I-I can stay.” He says, wondering if he'll regret this.

But just as his doubts were getting the best of him, your warm smile washes any future regret away.

Cut to nearly an hour of sitting back on the slippery docks together, you two start pointing out stars. 

“I think it might be that one.” You say, pointing to another especially bright star. 

“No, what about that one?” Morris points up in his own direction. 

“Which one?” 

Morris leans in and tries to point your vision towards his. “There.”

“I don't know which one you're seeing, but you're definitely wrong.” You say, leaning into him more until you two are touching. It felt so right, considering the chilly outdoors, his warm body made the lovely view even cozier. Morris chuckles and shakes his head. “No, see? It's large and purple and-”

“That's a plane.” You burst out laughing.

Morris looks down at you and adjusts his glasses. “What?”

“Yeah, that's a plane! See? It's lights are flashing, that's why they look-”

“Ey, what're ya two doing out here at this late hour? Don'tcha know I'm trying ta sleep in here?” A scruffy voice hollers from the window at the top of the fishing shack. 

Both of you dart your eyes up to meet the fisherman's gaze. “Sorry, Willy.” You say. “I didn't even know you were in there.” 

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. But just so you two know, the Winter Star is over there.” He points in the direction of the town where a large, looming purple star is clearing shining upon the sandy beach. “Now get outta here ye two love birds!” And with that, you two are left to each other again.

For a moment, you stare into each other's eyes again before you eventually break the awkward silence with laughter. “Well, we found it!” You manage to say.

“Yeah.” Morris says softly, glancing at you with a new found fondness. 

Love birds?

This could be the beginning of something he'd been needing all along.

#I am in full support of the hc that Morris is on the spectrum #I just relate to him too much for that not to be the case #There's no way he's not just putting his acting skills to the test everyday of his life. #I hope everyone's christmas was as great as mine #If not i hope this helps???? #Morris sdv #Morris #sdv #sdv farmer #sdv x reader #sdv fanfic #stardew valley fanfic #morris stardew valley #joja co #joja #pierre sdv #stardew valley #stardew imagines #sdv headcanons #stardew valley headcanons #Stardew Valley #Joja Mart #fanfic #fanfiction #Maxwell_MTV

[enterrandomname]

UHM UHM YES HI I HAVE A REQUEST :3 henry morris (wii deleted you) comforting reader fluff headcanons if that's okay !!

Thank you for requesting!! Hope you enjoy it!!!

Henry Morris comforting you

Word Count: 200

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Headcanons

He was quite confused as to why you came running to him with tears rolling down your cheeks. He was even more confused about why you even came to him instead of someone else, but he didn’t bother to ask.

A great listener

He will awkwardly pull you into a hug, whispering sweet nothings in your ear as he rubs your back. He also gives the best hugs, but he tries to disagree with that statement.

Will 100% glare at whoever made you cry. Might even purposely make the person trip.

The man will even try to crack up a joke, just wanting to see a smile on your face. He will do anything in his power to hear the sound of your laughter. He might even go out of his way to buy you one of your favorite snacks.

What if you don’t want a hug? Henry will respect that. He knows that there are people who aren’t a fan of hugs, and he’s one of them. He’s fine with respecting your boundaries. He only wishes that people will respect his boundaries one day.

At the end of the day, Henry will find that person and put them to rest.

#henry morris #wii deleted you #fluff headcanons #fluff hcs #fluff #x gn reader #x male reader #x m!reader #x gn!reader #henry morris x reader #wii deleted you x reader

[stardew-obsessed-ora]

How would Morris treat an autistic partner?

:OOO!! Hey there Anon! Thank you so much for asking! As someone autistic I've been waiting for the opportunity to write something like this! You've absolutely got the gears in my brain working.

Note - I'm going to be basing these primarily on mine and some friends experiences with Autism. These may not align with everyone, and that's alright.

Word count: 1,013 TWs/CWs: Small mention of gagging!

　˖　✵⭒Morris with an Autistic S/O

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For starters, this man would do absolutely amazingly with a neurodivergent partner. I'm partially saying this because I think he has a touch of neurodivergence himself, but also because he seems like he'd be willing to be accommodating once he's sat down and talked to about some of your issues. He'd be confused at first, but he'd realize the two of you have more of a common ground than he first assumed.

He'd do a significant bit of research once being told you're autistic. He doesn't want to seem ignorant, and he wants to better understand how to accommodate for your needs. Of course, he'd probably just ask you upfront since he understands everyone's different with different needs and whatnot.

For starters, he completely understand getting so interested in something it's all you talk about. He'd be more than willing to hear about your fixations and interests. In fact, he'd be the type of man to buy you things pertaining to some niche topic you brought up then be like "oh. I just happened to remember you liked this character! Consider it a lucky surprise?" He also enjoys casually bringing up things related to your interest and watching you go off about it.

If you're not a fan of large crowds, that's cool. He enjoys large gatherings, especially since they're good for business! But he can absolutely understand how easy it is to become burnt out by them. He can recall countless times at Joja Block Parties in which he had to step away due to the commotion. He'd be sure to keep track of short-cuts in busier parts of Zuzu City so that you don't have to deal with tons of people.

Loud noises absolutely overwhelm him, even if he doesn't want to admit it. It's a weak point of his. He much prefers the quieter things in life, and being somewhere too loud and boisterous can offset his thoughts, leaving him all disoriented and disgruntled. He completely understands having to walk away from somewhere due to it being too loud and will absolutely surprise you with noise cancelling headphones.

One thing I feel he'd have some difficulty getting used to is if you're clingy. I've mentioned this in a prior post, but he reminds me of a cat in terms of how he warms up to others. It'd take some time for him to get used to you wanting to be against him or wanting to cuddle him or anything like that. But once he's warmed up to your physical advances, he'd be more than happy to allow you to lounge against him while he does his work/while he reads. He'd also be more than happy to hold you against him while he does things, or carry you around if he's able to.

Once he's used to being physically affectionate with you, he'd be so down to laying on top of you if you like that sort of thing. Free weighted plush!

If you don't like affection? That's perfectly fine with him. He's more than capable of being affectionate in other ways, as his main love language pertains moreso toward gift-giving and quality time. Plus, it's hard for him to warm up to physical affection as well, he understands.

He is the world's loudest advocate for parallel play. He would love doing productive while you're doing something else and hearing your input/giving his own input on what you're doing. He finds it one of the nicest ways of bonding with you. Silent acknowledgement of one anothers presence...

He would 100000% understand not liking touching certain textures. Just looking at store-bought slime brings shivers up and down his spine and makes him break into a sweat. Hell, he couldn't even stock those towelettes Joja stocked back when he was a mere grunt due to how horrible they felt to him. He'd take careful note of what you do and don't like touching and then be sure to buy gifts and things that fall under positive textures for you only.

One thing I think would also confuse him would be food aversions. He's never experienced issues with any sort of food. He's had a few dislikes, but he isn't particularly picky. (Not to mention he's been desensitized by microwaveable joja meals) He doesn't quite understand the whole unable to eat something due to the texture thing, nor does he understand gagging due to the scent of something. But he'd try his best to accommodate to you. He'd start carrying your comfort foods in his home, and he'd try to eat food that set off your aversions away from you. That way, you both would be able to eat together and he'd still be able to eat what he wants.

He doesn't get stimming at first but he'll try his best to accommodate for your needs. Joja sells stim toys! Look at that cute clicky worm thing! He can get plenty! Once they end up breaking after barely any use, he buys ones from actually refutable brands. One benefit in you stimming is him realizing just how relaxing it is to sit down and do similar.

He can find himself getting a little easily irritated over things being said poorly, but once you explain to him that its hard for you to control your tone or the way you phrase things, he starts asking for clarification when he's confused.

He can be very passive aggressive or sarcastic toward others. But toward you, he'll keep himself and his mouth in check. Especially if you don't pick up on either well.

Schedule changes do not happen with this man. You never have to worry about being put off track unless it's something out of his hands. He is always on time, no sooner, no later. This man adores daily routines too, and knowing you like predictability leaves him the ability to continue following his usual routine without much issue. If and when he can't stick to the usual, however, he tries to give a heads up.

If and when you go mute, he entirely understands and tries not to force you to talk. Though, I imagine the first time it happened he was absolutely startled. He was worried he did something and that he was being given silent treatment. Or that something had happened to you. Once you explained it to him later, however, he understood. If you're able to, he often hands you a board to write with. If you're not able to, he just sits with you and does whatever you want to, or just does his work and lets you lean against him.

If he notices you're overwhelmed he does everything he can to take you out of the situation, even if you end up dejected over the fact he left for the sake of you. If the two of you are at a company wide party and you start to get noticeably burnt out he'll find an excuse to leave. If you two are at a restaurant or something and you're starting to get more jittery he'll ask if you'd like to make your meals take out and head out. If ever you voice you're worried you're ruining your outings together due to this, he'll cup your face with his hand (if you like physical touch) and reassure you otherwise.

He loves you to bits ultimately, and he wants the absolute best for you. He'd probably check in constantly to make sure you're alright.

#god i have been WAITING to drop this #i am a firm believer that that man is SO ACCEPTING IT JUST TAKES HIM A BIT #RRAHHHHHHHHHHHH #sdv morris #morris sdv #stardew valley morris #sdv headcanons #sdv #headcanons #stardew valley #stardew valley thoughts #stardew valley headcanons #ora rambles #ora headcanons #morris #semi canon divergence yessir #longposting #autism hcs #autism #stardew valley art #stardew #thank you so much for the ask! :3 #request #reqs open #ask #ask answered

[alberts-leg-of-lamb]

To add onto a post I did a few days ago:

The Albert in my mind was childhood best friends with the Delancey brothers.

When he ran away from home, he never saw them again.

He and Race got sent to the refuge about a year before the strike, and he reunited with “Os and Mo”. He refused to call them the Delancey brothers, but quickly got angrier and angrier when the brothers wouldn’t talk to him and just treated him like any other kid there.

While Albert was angry, he was rebellious and fought to protect other boys in the refuge.

That’s when the brothers got word from higher ups to permanently silence Al. And while they beat him up they hit a part of his head that messed up his hearing for that ear.

Albert was way more emotionally hurt than physically, but from that day on he called them the Delancey brothers.

#albert dasilva #albert newsies #newsies fandom #newsies hc #newsies #newsies albert #the refuge #the delancey brothers #oscar delancey #morris delancey #racetrack higgins

[suddenly--sam]

Morris delancey isn't actually as good at sarcasm as he thinks he is, he just doesn't understand how to control the tone of his voice so sounds dead serious all the time.

#morris delancey #newsies #newsies musical #newsies broadway #Uksies #newsies hc #I love taking my own traits and throwing them at various fictional characters #Autistic Morris delancey

[saveugoodmadam]

My hcs for all the newsies' careers when they grow up

Jack works as a steady cartoonist for Pulitzer and an artist for Medda's theatre, as well as a few other projects here and there. He's quite well-off and famous enough so he uses his money and status to give quite a lot of support and awareness to homeless and employed kids, eventually setting up a charity called the Santa Fe Organisation which helps to fund the dreams and futures of poor New York kids. When he retires he and Davey both go and live in Santa Fe.

Katherine lives in a small house with Davey and Jack, and continues to climb the journalistic ladder. She does a lot of publicity-raising for current issues but is also the first to report anything her old friends are currently doing. Eventually she becomes extremely prominent and famous in journalistic circles. She doesn't follow Jack and Davey to Santa Fe, instead choosing to stay in New York to pursue journalism until she can no longer do so.

Davey is a high-brow lawyer with very clear morals- he is almost always found arguing for wrongly accused innocents and against corrupt people. He helps Jack to set up the Santa Fe Organisation and retires with him in that same place, but never really gives up his lawyering even out there.

Les grows up to be a journalist and works closely often with Katherine to write articles. She works as a massive industry contact to launch him into the business in the first place and it grows from there. He often takes trips to visit Jack and his brother out west and retires to the same town.

Crutchie becomes a dancer for Medda's theatre and rises to huge prominence in Europe and the USA for pioneering wheelchair dance. He meets lots of prominent figures but is keen to shine a light on the rotten underbelly of their dealings if he sees fit to. He never loses his wit, charm and love of chaos, but this is what makes him a massive hit. He retires to Ireland, citing the reason as being it was his mother's country.

Race takes work at the docks helping to load ships for their voyages but has to retire early due to a back injury. He becomes the primary carer of the household and looks after his and Spot's twins, Brooklyn and Philip Conlon-Higgins. He often takes trips to see his friends around the city as he misses them a lot.

Spot works as Katherine's secretary, at first hiring a nanny for her and Race's daughter but eventually being able to let her go when Race becomes primary carer. She has most of high society wrapped around her little finger at every function she goes to and she absolutely revels in this information especially when getting Katherine new stories. She and Katherine retire on the same day, having made a pact to do so, and she and Race move to Rome for their retirement.

Specs and Romeo both run Specs' parents' bakery together after his parents retire, and both adopt a daughter, a newsie called Pins.

Henry finally achieves his dream of owning his own deli with help from his friends and runs it with JoJo and Mike. It sits just across the street from Specs and Romeo's bakery and the two work in a story of symbiotic way to sell both meat and bread to the people of New York.

Albert works in Jacobi's for a while but eventually goes out to sea as a sailor with Finch.

Buttons and Splint both get married and make their living as dressmakers.

Mack moves back to Scotland with Stray and Elmer and they work as shepherds.

Pips becomes the leader of the Brooklyn newsies, then leaves to work for a department store in Paris.

Tommy Boy joins up for the first world war and is sadly killed in action. Ike also joins up and survives, he ends up working in the deli with Henry, JoJo and his brother.

Mush works at the bakery for a while, then he and Ritz both join a touring circus group and end up being co-opted into a few of Crutchie's performances over the years.

Splasher becomes the leader of the Manhattan newsies (and is succeeded by Pins), then replaces Mush at the bakery.

#newsies hc #uksies #newsies #long post #jack kelly #david jacobs #les jacobs #katherine plumber #crutchie morris #spot conlon #racetrack higgins

[leafiz]

some doodles !!!!!!!! My favourite one is definitely sleepy nick,i hc that he has a rat plush cause rats are his favourite animal

#we happy few #whf #nick lightbearer #lightbearer dlc #we happy few fanart #oh joy its joy !! #whf fanart #oh yeah nick has acne by the way and like uses thoes star and heart acne patches :3 /hc #i have too many hcs for nick #ALSO NO ONE TELL ME ABOUT THE HANDS !!!! they're doodles they're supposed to look bad..wink wink nudge nudge #foggy jack #morrie momento #Burnsy

[daveyfvckingjacobs]

OKOKOKOKOK

Sometimes talking can be impossible for Mo. He either stutters and stumbles for ages or he just has a non-verbal episode. And Os just has the hardest time understanding what he wants. There are times where Morris lays there, silent, sometimes crying, sometimes just laying there and Oscar just can’t for the life of him figure out what his brother wants. He feels so helpless sitting there wishing he knew how to help. And then they meet Medda who has a knack for understanding what kids want. Suddenly it’s out of his hands. “I don’t know what he wants”

“he’s just hungry, baby. Let me make you two a snack”

But instead of feeling better Oscar feels worse. How can this strange woman who’s never met Morris know what he wants? Why wa sit so easy for her and so hard for him? - 🤠anon

ohhhhhhhhh this

oscar gets frustrated with morris about it, and half of the time can’t find it in himself to feel bad. he snaps at him, shakes him, sometimes even shouts and all morris does is shrink back, curl in on himself with tears in his eyes, and oscar just can’t get why he won’t tell him like he usually does. he hates feeling useless, like he’s doing something wrong, like he’s failing and morris can’t even say that it’s not his fault because the words won’t come and he’s so frustrated and scared about it too. the more oscar presses the worse it gets

oscar hates medda for it. when morris relaxes and nods and even manages to smile a little sometimes as she guess what he needs, when he starts to slink over to her instead of him more and more in search of food, or another blanket. she’s taking his little brother away from him bit by bit. they don’t know this woman at all, they were just dumped with her it’s not fair that he can’t understand when she can. he’s morris’ brother, he’s supposed to understand and the way medda explains so gently, like it’s simple and something he should already know, just makes oscar angry because it’s just another thing he’s failing at

#the babies the babies #newsies #newsies the musical #modern newsies #newsies hc #the delancey brothers #oscar delancey #morris delancey #medda larkin #daveyfvckingjacobs

[the-son-of-pluto]

A Very Newsie Christmas Headcanons because 'tis the season

Crutchie, who doesn't celebrate, serves as Coffee Mom 1 and makes everyone show him all their gifts directly after they open them

Davey, who also doesn't celebrate, serves as Coffee Mom 2 and cleans up all of the discarded wrapping paper and occasionally zones out in a state of: Why Did I Show Up Today

Racetrack buys a gift for everybody who he has ever had a conversation with and stares at them in silence while they open the gifts. After they do, he immediately asks: "Do you like it? Do you like the gift?"

In modern times, somebody would gift Spot and Race 2 Nerf guns. very soon do they realize how much of a Bad Idea that was.

I feel like Mush or Jack would dress up as Santa Claus on Christmas Eve and pretend to place gifts under the tree so the Little Newsies can spot him and claim they caught Santa Claus

For reference, Jack would dress up as Santa Claus so he could create a fun and memorable Christmas for the Little Newsies. Mush would do it just 'cause he wanted to dress up as Santa Claus.

Elmer replaces Albert's stocking stuffers with a brick of coal (or something akin to it) and Albert genuinely Freaks The Fuck Out

Racetrack "accidentally" hits Crutchie in the head with a Nerf bullet and Crutchie quickly takes up Davey's mentality of Why Did I Show Up Today

Somebody tries to bake cookies from scratch and burns them so terribly that Jack has to use air freshener on the entire lodging house for the next 24 hours to cover up the burnt smell. My bets are on Skittery but honestly this could be a lot of the Newsies

Every Christmas, Jojo gets up early in the morning to make hot chocolate, except he only makes 10 mugs. He didn't mean for it to happen, but Christmas mornings turn into a mad rush to the death in order to get the hot chocolates first

Crutchie jokingly dares Race to chug a half-gallon of eggnog and the Fucker downs the entire thing. Davey rubs his back when he's hunched over the toilet, puking his guts out, and Spot stares at him from the doorway, laughing.

Albert's the type to rant about his all of interests throughout the entire month of December, and when he gets gifts related to said interests, he always says, "How did you know I liked this?!"

Mush sings Christmas carols the entire day, Crutchie is the beatboxer/ad-libber, and Racetrack is the break-dancer.

i have so many more. HAPPY HOLIDAYS!!!!

#these might be a little ooc #in which case i apologize greatly #spill your own holiday hcs i love reading them #newsies #livesies #92sies #headcanons #jack kelly #crutchie morris #davey jacobs #albert dasilva #racetrack higgins #skittery #spot conlon #mush meyers #jojo de la guerra #elmer kasprzak #fic ideas

[thecoloursoot]

Crutchie's leg can't really tell the weather, he's just observant and was going to tell the boys so after joking that first time, but then he caught sight of baby Mush's face looking up at him like he hung the stars and he just couldn't ruin it.

(Bonus: a few years later they sit down together and Crutchie teaches him how to spot the change in the weather; how to feel a shift in the wind and smell a storm coming. Just like he'd been taught, all those years ago.)

#newsies hc #britsies #newsies #newsies london #newsies the musical #uksies #west endsies #crutchie morris #crutchie newsies #matthew duckett #mush meyers #mush newsies #josh denyer #newsies west end #crutchie

[kellyscowboy]

I need to know your thoughts on who's been to the refuge and how many times!

ouu okay! i've never really thought abt this before, but here we go:

JACK - i think Jack has only been to the refuge once, but it was for a really long time. like he was in there for at least a year, maybe even longer.

DAVID - okay i'm doing him bc i can. in a world where the refuge wasn't shut down due to the strike, i can imagine he went once bc of his snarkyness but the boys got him out in less than four days. || "dave's a schoolboy, he ain't gonna be handling the refuge well!" (meanwhile, david's more or less as fine as you can be in the refuge, he's just grumpy)

RACETRACK - i think he's probably gone like three times. got thrown in for stealing, disturbance of the general public, and probably assault (but who hasn't punched a guy on the street?). these we're probably like week long stays, no more than a month. i think he'd get too rowdy & restless to stay. i also think he probably tried to beat jack's escape every time he landed himself in there, just for shits & giggles. || "i think i gotcha beat this time, jackie." "yeah, and i'm sure that has nothing to do with why you're limping & busted up with a shiner."

CRUTCHIE - i think crutchie only went during the strike. not that he didn't do 'refuge worthy' shit. i just think he was really careful about it. i imagine he wouldn't be too eager to land himself in the refuge, none of the boys would, but especially with his disability. he'd definitely be fucking shit up but it was on the downlow

SPOT - let's assume all newsies, no matter what borough can get sent to the refuge. cuz tbh i don't know the rules, but they sure can in '92sies! anyway. i imagine spot's been there a couple of time, nothing in the doubke digits but more than a lot of boys. however, i also think spot knows it's inevitable he ends up there & has run through multiple different drills with his newsies on how to rescue him.

ALBERT - i'd say he's been in there like two times, and one of them he definitely got thrown in with another newsie. probably racetrack. again, really short stay.

ELMER - has never, will never go to the refuge. he can't afford to go to the refuge w/ the size of his family. tbh the strike made him shiver in his timbers, especially when he saw crutchie getting locked up.

tldr; i think a good majority of newsies have been to the refuge. jack only went once, however i think it was for like a year (at the time, i can imagine manhattan either didnt have a leader or he just so happened to be leaving a little bit after jack showed up.) or even longer. david went once (if the refuge hadn't got shut down) but the boys got him out quickly. racetrack was three times, kept trying to make his escape cooler than jack's. crutchie only went during the strike. spot's gone quite a few times but always has a plan. elmer has never gone.

lmk if there's anyone else specifically you'd like to know my opinion abt!:)

#newsies #jack kelly #david jacobs #racetrack higgins #crutchie morris #albert dasilva #elmer kasprzak #elmer newsies #spot conlon #livesies #newsies live #☄. *. ⋆ vienna's ... asks #˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ newsies // hcs ❥