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pigeonwit · 10 months

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hihi hello how are you doing?

(if you'd like for the aus: shapeshifter au + 1920s au)

(hi davey!! i'm good!! i mean i'm tired but i'm good i'm making Ideas and i'm loving them!!)

oh that's SO fucking juicy... i'm gonna be borrowing some bartimaeus trilogy vibes for this.

Urban Fantasy Noir AU:

Jack is a shapeshifter working at a Medda's speakeasy, which has become renowned as a place of safety for for magical creatures. Jack has made something of a name for himself for his abilities as it makes him sought after for certain jobs, specifically the theft and distribution of magical artefacts.

Davey is a human detective hired by William Hearst for the recovery of an antique printing press that was stolen from him by a shapeshifter he wants imprisoned. Normally Davey avoids any jobs to do with magickind, but his family needs the money, and Pulitzer's willing to pay whatever price Davey wants to name - provided he gets the press back.

When Wiesel, one of Jack's usual colleagues on his jobs, and Snyder, the officer Davey's meant to be assisting on the investigation, both attempt to kill them, they both realize there's more to the job and decide to work together.

Snippet:

Jack watches from the rafters as a dark figure sweeps into the church. He’s dressed all in black – a wool cloak, dark trousers, a smart black hat. He’d almost look like one of the folks on Wall Street if his shoes didn’t give him away – thick leather lace-ups, built for walking, running, climbing, all things rich people didn’t need to do.

From beneath the brim of his hat, he can make out Davey’s eyes sweeping across the ceiling, silver-blue with a ring of rust around the pupil. He looks from pigeon to pigeon, until his gaze lands on where Jack is perched below the stained glass window.

“You gonna come down?” He smirks playfully, hands shoved in his pockets, as he meets Jack’s gaze head-on. “Or are you gonna make me come up?”

Jack’s tempted – sorely tempted – to take Davey up on the bluff. Serve the bastard right for showing him up. But he’s itching with adrenaline, that thrill of the hunt racing through his veins – and if he’s honest, which he rarely is, the thought of looking into Davey’s silver-rust eyes makes that thrill turn wild.

He spreads his wings and flutters to the pews. As he lands, he curls his wings around his head and twists, his bones stretching as his body is painted anew – and his boots land, perfectly balanced, on the back of the bench, meeting Davey’s gaze.

“How do you keep doing that?” He huffs, hunching his shoulders as if he still had feathers to ruffle. Davey only smirks at him, his blue eyes glowing under the pale light that filters through the roof.

“I don’t reveal my secrets to any old colleague, Jack.”

“So you admit we’re colleagues.”

“Temporary colleagues.” Davey says firmly, his smile now vanished. “What’ve you got for me?”

“You’re no fun.” Jack scoffs. Davey only raises an eyebrow at him expectantly – he groans and hands him the folder he’s kept tucked in his jacket. “Records from the storage facility. See? Right there, in the middle, under Delancey – Wiesel was storing something big, and he was willing to pay a lot to keep it secure.”

Davey looks from the paper to Jack, brow raised.

“How much of an idiot do you think I am?” He asks, voice flat. “Delancey is an awfully different name to Wiesel.”

“Delancey means Oscar and Morris.”

“Oscar and Morris Wiesel.”

“Delancey.” Jack glares. “They’re orphans. Wiesel’s not their uncle, not by blood – he picked ‘em up from the Refuge, wanted some extra muscle. Delancey is the name they were given when they first got turned in.”

“And how do you know that?”

“’Cause I was in there with ‘em.” Jack sneers. “Jack Kelly, remember? They go alphabetically for each kid – not much between D and K.”

Davey looks at him for a moment, blue eyes wide, like he’s seeing him for the first time.

“You’re an orphan.”

It’s not a question.

Jack looks to the floor, forces himself to chuckle.

“Don’t s’pose many folks want a monster in the cradle.” He holds up his arm and flexes, thick fur sprouting from the pores as his nails turn to claws.

#urban fantasy my love my sweet #i am LOVING noir davey i must say. more noir detective davey. we need it #i genuinely want to write an actual book about this #manhattan wv was actually originally a novel idea that i had but i feel it works better as fanfiction #who knows!!#walkman-cat #newsies #uksies #west endsies #livesies #ask #pigeon scribbles #javid #javey #jack kelly #davey jacobs #david jacobs

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fireylesbianhell · 1 year

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This World Won't Ever Forget Us

javid AU chapter two electric boogaloo. we get some perspective switch-up. this probably isn't similar to my usual means of writing, and it's not beta'd at all. I'm still working on getting a grasp of these characters, I apologize if they're ooc.

this one took me to hell and back. anyways, ill bitch more in the tags, you may now eat your lukewarm microwave meal of a chapter

as always, inspired by "Bite The Bullet" on ao3

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David Jacobs was a smart guy, this was an undisputed fact. Ask his Mother, Father, Sister, or Brother.

Ask his few drifting 'friends', that, are honestly more like 'odd Acquaintances' or 'pitiful classmates'. Ask any of his proud teachers who liked having a nice boy and star pupil or the begrudging teachers that let who they saw as a smartass and some 'waking mouth' go by with flying colors in their class.

So, if you were to say, ask David Jacobs why he was in a car, going 45 down a highway, hoping, prayin’ that the law wasn’t on their ass, he would simply stare in your face like you were a madman.

Yet, he was the madman in question.

Hearing the car rev again before slowing down, he turned to his fellow escapee.

He looked about his age, give or take possibly a year or two, but he could tell that he didn’t seem the type to have a ‘Just Graduated’ mentality after having just watched him let loose in the rickety old car down the highway after beating up someone for him in an alleyway.

“So…” He started slowly, holding onto his cap that still threatened to fall off his head despite the acceleration of the car being slowed.

“If you’re about to ask if we have any form of a plan, sugar, you’re shit out of luck.” He said exasperatedly. Dave shut his mouth quickly after that. That was, indeed his question- but there was a bit more to it.

“Actually- er, I wanted to know your name.” He said, probably sounding just as exasperated himself as a look of guilty shock briefly traveled on the driver’s face.

“...Jack, um, Kelly. Jack Kelly.” He said, slowly, as if clashing with himself out whether to entrust the information to David.

“David Jacobs, but you already knew most of that.” He said, to clear the air a bit. The car was fully slowed down now, and he let go of his cap.

They sat again in a bit of awkward stillness before David decided that, if he were likely gonna be spending a little while with this guy, he would bite the bullet, and get to know him.

“So, erm..where did you grow up?”

“Rowena, Texas.” He replied flatly.

“Texas? That’s…nice. Why in the hell did you leave Texas for Oklahoma? This place is the worst, y’know.”

“Wasn’t no choice. ‘Pa had to pack it up from Texas due to our farm going up in price he couldn't keep up with. Stopped up here for a bit and then I got myself arrested.”

And that, made David’s heart stop a bit.

Run away with a stranger? Bad. Run away with someone who has a criminal record? To, kindly put it, he was fucked.

“Um…wow…” he said hesitantly.

He watched Jack deflate a bit. “It was petty theft. A bicycle- I was 13.” He said, still wearing that shunned expression yet not sounding remorseful one bit.

This did help Dave’s conscious, if not just a tad. He nodded and said,

“So, no plan, a record consisting of…bike theft, and a car.”

“Stolen car, a gun in the back, and only one destination before I was bound to drop off the face Oklahomama…” Jack rambled out, gripping down the steering wheel, before blinking a moment and sighing.

“Before, you of course,” he said with a near wistful glace if Dave had to truly describe it. Wistful, Scared, And the same blink-and-you-miss-it 'oh, god I'm fucked' look in his eyes.

And if David took note of his rather pretty slightly multi-colored brown-green eyes, that was just for him to know, thank you very much.

David stared back. He was in a car- a stolen car, his brain helpfully supplied to him- with a criminal and a gun, on the run, running where?

He kept that thought aside- he was too busy still looking at an extremely stressed-out-looking Jack starting to babble on once more.

“I tried- to tell ya, I mean. I promise i-i ain’t no crook. Just- trying to get out, like you.” He paused, looking guiltily again before starting up

“I can drive you back. Back to your house, or, hell even that scum stunk diner if you don’t feel safe or nothin-”

Jack Kelly couldn't continue, as he was busier suddenly attempting not to crash a car at the moment-

due to the fact that David Jacobs was currently kissing him.

Jack wasn’t an expert in anything romantic.

He had one ‘girlfriend’ on a nearby farm once, when he was nine, and a few here-and-there crushes. It took one crisis in juvenile detention to take a realizing that, he liked boys just as much as he did gals- he didn't express it too much less someone like his Ma, from those few fragmented memories he had of the woman who left him, who spent every open minute on about God hatin’ the ‘Queers’ and may take it in their head to try and hurt him for it.

Jack knew he had a little thing for the boy who ran away with him in his stolen car, and, to have this boy kissing him like his life depended on it was a real eye-opener, especially while you're supposed to be driving.

Eventually, as if they both remembered humans do need to breathe, and broke apart, Jack's eyes darting to the open road ahead of them and making a sharp turn to the side of the road.

David’s eyes widened as if it had just hit him what he’d done.

Dave started to panic, internally- he just kissed him! Just like that! He didn't pull away sure but- maybe he was shocked? Angry? Maybe he was about to yell at Dave for not asking or he probably didn’t even like guys at all oh god-

Dave’s worries were paused by Jack kissing him this time.

Oh- well, that was a whole lot better than what he initially expected to happen.

Jack pulled them apart and then, sighed, oh so dramatically, that David couldn’t help but laugh himself.

“So..." he started, that exasperation back mixed with a meekness David expected seeing in watching his younger Brother trying to ask a girl out to a dance. Dave simply smiled, giving Jack a patient smile

Jack paused, looking up again. he gained his confidence once more, if only for a second.

"We don’t know each other still anyways, but Davey Jacobs, will you go wherever the hell with me despite my vast and likely growing criminal record?"

If you asked David Jacobs’ parents, siblings, acquaintances, and teachers. or anyone who ‘knew’ him, they would tell you he was obviously smart enough to say hell no.

“I Will.”

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Stepping into the shittest motel he’d ever seen, Dave was really starting to feel the romance. And now the lack of adrenaline that’s been fueling his life-changing choices.

Jack rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.

“It’s not perfect, I know- but, once I get another job done, we’re gonna be in the finest homes wherever we wanna be.” He grinned- that grin could bring David’s mind from its encyclopedic likes to nothing in an instant, yet somehow make him want to write the sappiest most romantic stuff he could ever dream of.

Dave nodded and let him talk to the clerk, requesting the one-bedroom and getting by with an odd look, and thankfully nothing else. The man didn’t seem an uptight kind, god knows what happens here at his motel, and by the looks of the place, David was sure that two guys who may be queer were the least of his concerns.

He and Jack made their retreat up, and when they got there Dave Collapsed backward onto the bed while Jack dropped a few things to the little shoddily built wood table beside them.

Dave looked up seeing the car keys, Jack's handgun, and a few papers on top of an open map.

“What’s that?” He asked, scooting over to see a few things marked down on the map half-covered by newspaper clippings and addresses, and a few notes in piss-poor handwriting from odd names like "Race" and "Specs"

“Places I need to be or have scouted out.” He said stoically, before smiling and grabbing his hand suddenly.

Jack pulled him over and put a pencil in Davey's hand and wrapped his arms around his shoulders with a giddy little smile.

“Well? Anywhere you want babe. The world is ours the second I get those jobs done and then some. Any Job, Home, Earnin' you can think of.” he smiled, taking a step back and letting Davey have full control now.

This was new.

David Jacobs could finally help call the shots. Be dangerous, Be wild, and kill off that clean-cut plastic mold of a person he had to be, the person that drove him to the madness that got him to jump in that car this morning.

Ever since he was a kid there was almost always something he had to take care of. He had to help his father out constantly after the accident and relies on Dave to help him with his job. If Sara was unable to help their mother, Dave could do it with no problem. keep up with the chores, do the schoolwork, and help with his parent's work and his sister's work.

Then in school, his intellectual ability was immediately turned against him by others. Got a project with David Jacobs? Oh, then you basically don't have to do anything at all! Let brainiac handle it.

Then, Mom & Dad have Les, and David Jacobs becomes the babysitter, helper, worker, cheat sheet, and everything else in between. Every minute of his life became doing things for and taking care of other people.

And now, Tall, Dark, Handsome swoops into his life, and Jack Kelly gives him freedom.

He looked up at Jack with one of the most genuine expressions of happiness he’d ever felt on himself before and looked back down at the map.

He too wanted to see it all, and by god, He & Jack were gonna.

But David Jacobs was a smart guy, who knew they had to start small.

He circled a little theatre right outside Oklahoma City, a nice rich place his family traveled to once.

He had an ally there.

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becausegoodheroesdeservekidneys · 2 years

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They’ve suspended Matt Hancock for going on I’m a celeb. Thoughts?

YEAH THEY HAVE

Okay so for those just joining us let me explain this latest dance segment in the clown show

So during the Pandemic, back in the days of Big Dog the Clown being our Prime Minister and encouraging us all to go out and catch COVID because he thought that would make us all stronger, our Health Secretary was a terrifyingly incompetent humanoid blancmange called Matt Hancock. As with all of BlowJo's Cabinet, Matt got the job because he was absolutely fucking terrible at everything except being an oily sycophant. Imagine, if you will, they looked around the circus and saw, not even a clown, but one of the freaks in the freak show; not because he even fit the profile for 'circus freak', but because all he had to do was sit there and guard the bin or something equally useless, and that was all he could achieve (for about 71% of the time, and he would otherwise get distracted by candy floss, which he would try to eat by ramming it into his own nostrils and then get into a muddle and cry); and then imagine that guy is who they selected to be in charge of safety for the acrobat show, and called him Chief Safety Clown.

This guy.

So obviously Britain immediately generated one of the worst covid mortality rates on the planet.

But he didn't stay in position too long, because in the summer of 2021, he broke his own lockdown rules by, yes you guessed it, having a greasy affair with an aide in his Downing Street office and taking her on taxpayer-funded dates. And obviously, that was a big problem because the public were super furious with politicians breaking the lockdown rules, so Boris Johnson did the sensible thing and fired him LMAO LOL ROFL I'm sorry I can't keep a straight face, Boris Johnson said it was completely fine and he could stay.

But uh. Matt Hancock decided a lynch mob was not a scenario he'd planned for, so he resigned, and bumbling ham Sajid Javid took over instead.

So, that explains who he is. Now, his signature move is basically to just fellate whichever ringmaster will give him a job, because as you may have guessed, he certainly is not capable of getting a job otherwise, other than guarding the bin. So as the latest ringmaster auditions began, he immediately set about making little "Rishi is the Greatest Briton" badges and generally doing a really good imitation of Nadine Dorries, except for Sunak instead of Johnson.

...which didn't work because Rishi Sunak passed him up for a job entirely lol

So as far as I can see I think Matt Hancock has finally realised that the only reason he was given a job was because Boris gave him one for doing good cheering. I think he's actually spotted that no one else even likes him, because he's greasy and disgusting and also killed loads of people. So if he wants to get back into politics - or indeed if he wants to move from there into the lucrative world of after dinner speaking - he needs to build his public profile as someone who is likeable and doesn't kill a chunk of the country and doesn't have grubby wandering hands like moist prehensile plums.

So, he decided to go on I'm a Celebrity, Get Me Out of Here.

(???!?!?????)

Except the thing is, "being an MP" is actually a job, and you are actually expected to pretend to do that job. I don't know how anyone else's jobs work, Tumblrs, but I personally am not allowed to just... go to Australia for three weeks without taking any annual leave and abandon the office, and also get paid to do so while still drawing my salary. And it turns out nor are MPs.

His excuses so far are:

I can be an MP in the Australian outback, I'm going to talk about dyslexia so really I'll still be working

I don't think I can work in politics for much longer because I'm bad at guarding the bin and Rishi won't let me do anything else even though I said his hair looks nice :(

Let's see how this is going down!

Oh to have a job where you can decide for yourself you're taking a month off, abandon your work and responsibilities, get paid shedloads and face little consequence. I'm sure he'll be an inspiration to other public servants

-Dave Penman, general secretary of the FDA union which represents senior civil servants

The prime minister believes that at a challenging time for the country, MPs should be working hard for their constituents, whether that's in the house or indeed in their constituencies.

-Rishi Sunak's spokesperson

Matt Hancock isn’t a ‘celebrity’, he’s the former health secretary who oversaw the UK having one of the highest death tolls in the world from Covid-19 while breaking his own lockdown rules. The fact that he is trying to cash in on his terrible legacy, rather than showing some humility or seeking to reflect on the appalling consequences of his time in government, says it all about the sort of person he is.

-Lobby Akinnola, from the Covid-19 Bereaved Families for Justice campaign

Following a conversation with Matt Hancock, I have considered the situation and believe this is a matter serious enough to warrant suspension of the whip with immediate effect

-Conservative chief whip, Simon Hart

I’m looking forward to him eating a kangaroo’s penis. You can quote me on that.

-Deputy chair of the West Suffolk Conservative Association, Andy Drummond

So there we have it, folks! It's going super well!!!!

But having the whip suspended means "expelled from the party until the matter is resolved", which means he is, as of now, no longer a Tory - he's an Independent. I imagine his constituents are delighted.

#politik #asks

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daughter-of-melpomene · 3 months

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𝗔 𝗪𝗛𝗢𝗟𝗘 𝗕𝗨𝗡𝗖𝗛 𝗢𝗙 𝗗𝗘𝗦𝗖𝗘𝗡𝗗𝗔𝗡𝗧𝗦 𝗣𝗟𝗢𝗧 𝗕𝗨𝗡𝗡𝗜𝗘𝗦

Okay, so as I was talking to Evie about the other day, I was going through one of my old notebooks and found a whole extended universe of Descendants OCs I had planned from middle school. I obviously don’t plan on formally introducing or doing anything with all of these OCs, because there is a lot of them, but I still thought it would be fun to share them with you guys! They’re not all in their original versions from my notebook, because a few of them did require a little changing and revamping, but I still hope you guys enjoy these little ideas from twelve-year-old me’s brain.

Soha Pride, daughter of Simba and Nala, Carlos ship. Able to attend Auradon Prep thanks to a spell from Fairy Godmother that allows her entire family to shift between their lion and human forms. Very dedicated to her duties as a princess of Pride Rock, but sometimes feels overshadowed by her older sister Kiara because she’s the oldest and the heir. Doesn’t believe any of the stuff Audrey and Chad say about the VKs and makes it her mission to be friends with them. Formerly a Jay ship. I am going to be introducing her formally in a little bit, so look out for that!

Josie Sparrow, daughter of Jack Sparrow, Evie ship. Auradon kid because it could never be decided whether Jack was a villain or not, and now he sails all around the seas surrounding Auradon and the different kingdoms. Has the ability to visit the Isle in her dreams, and it’s later revealed that that’s because her mother is Calypso. A huge troublemaker and prankster who’s constantly in trouble with Fairy Godmother, and becomes quick besties with Mal because of it when the VKs first come to Auradon.

Jackson Kelly-Jacobs, son of Jack Kelly and David Jacobs, OC ship. Son of Jack and Davey because I am a Javid shipper for life. A dancer and gymnast who’s on the R.O.A.R. team, and used to be friends with Chad before he turned into a bully. Really flirty and charming like his dad Jack, but still a total sweetheart. He and Evie quickly develop a WLW/MLM friendship when the VKs come to Auradon, and he definitely punches Chad during the Family Day thing.

Steven Smee, son of Mr. Smee, OC ship (Jackson’s boyfriend). Comes to Auradon with the VKs even though he’s not friends with them after Ben lets his dad persuade him to invite the child of a sidekick along with the children of villains so the people of Auradon are a bit “more receptive”. A complete shy sweetheart who loves his dad and brothers and misses them terribly when he leaves (because Smee is actually a really good dad) and is the reason the twins get to come to Auradon in the third movie. Kind of sensitive because he got bullied a lot as a kid on the Isle, but still has an inner strength that not a lot of people expect.

Maile Montunui, daughter of Moana, Uma ship. President and pretty much only member of the Auradon Prep Sailing Club, which the Sea Three join after they come to Auradon in the alternate post-second movie story that I had in my head. Incredibly courageous and not afraid to speak her mind, but sometimes gets herself into trouble from being too confident. Frequently curses and insults people in Samoan. Bisexual disaster who falls in love with Uma instantly, even if it takes Uma a while to feel the same about her.

Haven Hearts, daughter of the Queen of Hearts, Harry ship. Member of the VKs who had a sort of Romeo and Juliet romance going on with Harry, but has to break it off when they leave to go to Auradon. She wants desperately to be good and break away from her mother’s reputation, and dedicates herself to being better once the VKs choose good at the coronation, which causes some tension between her and Harry when they meet again in the second movie. In the alternate post-second movie story after the Sea Three come to Auradon, though, they reconcile and get back together. She’s fierce and sarcastic by nature but not mean, and she shares Mal’s love for graffiti.

Cierra Chernabog, daughter of Chernabog, Ben ship. Outcast even on the Isle because her father is a demon, doesn’t come to Auradon until after the second movie because so many people were against bringing Chernabog’s kid to Auradon the first time. Super shy and doesn’t talk a whole lot, but incredibly smart and loving. Has a demon form that she isn’t able to access until leaving the Isle, but it’s big and terrifying and still kind of cool.

Celeste Frollo, daughter of Judge Frollo, Audrey ship. Claudette’s twin sister, very religious and God-fearing due to her father’s teaching, so she has a lot of Catholic guilt over liking girls (picture, like, Carrie White with no telekinesis and if she was a lesbian). Gets to go to Auradon after the second movie, when Audrey’s slowly starting to reform herself and be more accepting of villain kids (we’re pretending the third movie doesn’t happen, I guess), and at the same time my girl slowly starts to overcome her guilt and they fall in love!

And there are even more, but I’m gonna stop there (😅). Hope you guys enjoyed this little look into my crazy little middle schooler brain!!

Tagging some of the Descendants moots: @ginger-grimm, @dancingsunflowers-ocs, @ginevrastilinski-ocs, @auxiliarydetective, and soft tagging @manyfandomocs!!

#randomness #plot bunnies #descendants plot bunnies #descendants oc #descendants ocs #oc: soha pride #oc: josie sparrow #oc: jackson kelly-jacobs #oc: steven smee #oc: maile montunui #oc: haven hearts #oc: cierra chernabog #oc: celeste frollo

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bigmack2go · 5 months

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Doing this with newsies cuz [reason]

favorite character: Albert. Always albert!!! Also 92' sies blink and mush are close seconds...

least favorite character: snyder… duh

5 favorite ships: blush (did u know this might be canon!!!!), purple/spralbert/robot (live breathe love for them), jelly/javey/javid (obv) ikeshot (ahhh), and joke IN THAT ORDER

character I find the most attractive: how m i suposed to answer that??

character I would marry: hotshot. I love hotshot. Idk there’s just something about her.

character I would be best friends with: lets see… deffo race cuz race is race… but also al?? But then i would take any relationship i could ever get the chance to have with al. But also ike??? I love ike???

a random thought: i love how most of the shipnames in newsies are actual words thats just everything to me!!(also i can totally get behind almer, i just dont ship it)

an unpopular opinion: joy is an underated ship!

spromeo is a bad ship. Sorry not sorry.

my canon otp: 92‘sies blush!!!

non-canon otp: spralbert… idc if its ot3 fuck u.

most badass character: fannon sarah

most epic villain: listen. Yk how in ‚la cassa de papel‘ everyone prefers gandia over aturo?? Cuz theire both just so hateable but at least gandia‘s got brains. Its like that for me with pulitzer (and snyder being aturo)

pairing I am not a fan of: jack and crutchie: crack and specs and romeO: spromeo. i just cant get behind it and jack and crutchy litterally call eachother brothers

character I feel like the writers screwed up: blink for one. And obv sarah

favorite friendship: hotshot + spot. Also jack + race!!

character I most identify with: albert or 92‘sies specs. I wont elaborate. Fir oersonal reasons.

character I wish I could be: BRO IDK???

#newsies #newsie strike #newsies 1992 #newsies musical

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blurglesmurfklaine · 7 months

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okay so you've written a lot already about javid wartime letters. the people (me) want to know what you think about post canon era love letters and javid. if you want to share?

I don't actually know a ton about the late 1800s/early 1900s (the WWII obsession comes from what is probably some form of undiagnosed mental illness, rather than a general wealth of knowledge, but i digress)

but good GOD i am obsessed with this idea now????

Because the thing about Javid--and like, a huge part of why we're all so feral through COUNTLESS iterations of them--is that they're good friends, they just click. And something about the people you click with is that you just want to BE with them, you just want to TALK to them??? You know???

So like. Letters. (i'm not making any sense but bear with me, rabbit with me, all the other animals with me) My brain is already cooking up The Scenarios. and sorry but they are your problem now

Davey is the guy really good at convincing people to join the cause, he's got the Mouth wbk but when it comes to his feelings??? (Honestly, we don't even see him verbalize them that much in the show?? He literally just shakes his head and walks away after the rally and then the next time we see him all is well) Idk maybe he's better at writing them down, just word vomiting because it's not like a persuasive essay, where it's very structured and organized and you can list reasons??? And feelings don't always Make Sense and i can see Davey Taking Issue with that lmao. SO MAYBE Davey secretly writes letters to Jack--never meant to be seen by the light of day--it gets into the wrong hands somehow idk don't ask me about logistics, and one day he just gets a reply like a letter in his mail FROM JACK and it goes on from there and they're writing these letters to each other but Don't Talk About It and there's Tension and don't ask me for details all i have is Vibes

The second Scenario i have devised in my head is: Davey goes off to college somewhere far away and Jack is like "bitch if you forget about me i will end your ass" so Davey sends letters from college and Davey's something of a poet himself and Jack's like "wow i really miss Davey. I forgot how smart he is. I wish he was here. he's so handsome. Oh Shit"

The last Scenario in my head is where they start writing letters to each other because of canon-era-typical homophobia and in a way it's safer than them being seen Together All The Time and they're just so in love is DISGUSTING and yeAh

This was convoluted as hell, my bad, but overall: VERY MUCH IN FAVOR OF LETTER WRITING IN GENERAL LIKE HELL YEAH LETS IMMORTALIZE OUR LOVE IN INK THAT WILL LONG OUTLAST US

also. I just like hearing them Talk To Each Other ya know?? ANYWHO if you have thoughts about it I too would b eincredibly interested 👀

#ask #asks #somanywords #javey #javid #newsies #uksies #several times i had to stop and take a breather bc god damn i love them sm

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esper-union-lounge · 8 months

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🌌Mid-Autumn Festival

🌕🌕🌕🌕🌕🌕🌕🌕🌕🌕🌕🌕🌕🌕🌕🌕

Image from ilikedyourablogithere

It's been a while since I made a "Review post". This my first actual "Review".

In this upcoming update, I can see there are a number of things that are associated with the Mid-Autumn Festival, especially with the new Esper, Emma.

For this review, I am not going to go into depth about the myths associated with Mid-Autumn Festival because: 1. People always talk about Chang er's story to the point I feel like beating a dead horse.

2. I just think it would be more interesting to do a "Review" about my own 2 cents instead of retelling the same old story.

I was in for a surprise when I saw her design. I immediately knew the dev team are preparing for a Mid-Autumn update. This year's Mid-Autumn would be a little different. This is due to the date falling so close to China's National Day on 1st of October. Thus, a longer holiday. The more reason to enjoy the festivity of Mid-Autumn.

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First of all, I was not expecting Emma to be a fully transformed animal Esper, like Trevor. So this is a really nice surprise.

I was begining to find Dislyte suffering from a similar design pattern of Bi-shouen/Bi-Shoujo designs, like the other mobile game, Onmyoji.

And, I think, the charm about Dislyte is their character designs uses a more western design approach to create characters while still having traces of influence from the dev's lens.((I am not saying which approach is better, be it western, Anime, or indie, they are all wonderful in their own ways. And, I am not here to create animosity. If you find my opinion not suited to your taste, tough.))

Emma's design reminds me of a Moon cake box for some reason. Nowadays, Moon cake boxes are designed and packaged lavishly, as if they are some sort of artwork of their own.

This, for one, attracts more young people to purchase moon cakes, paired with all the other modern and wacky flavours developed over the years. Two, it makes a perfect gift for friends and family.

The details of her wearing an astronaut suit, is really fun and cute, and I think it is a clever way to convey the Jade Rabbit's assosiation to the moon. I can see how Emma's design can be seen as one of a possible design on a Moon cake box.

I like how they gave her a pestle and mortar, in reference to the role of the Jade rabbits; often seen as pharmacist. Not the mention, the eye brows!

Her eyebrows stood out to me, because of how whimsical it is. I am guessing it is to reference how some mythical beasts have strange looking eyebrows or marks on their forehead. (I am sure Fushi got some wack eyebrows too.)

Honestly, I can't wait to see how she plays out in the gameplay, and her adventures with Ethan.

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As for Heng Yue, I wasn't expecting to get her new skin for free. But it's Mid-Autumn, so... *shrugs*

To me, her new skin design, it got a nice colour scheme going on, but I feel as though, the dev team could do a little bit more than to simply give Heng Yue the typical Chang er design.

I understand that, Heng Yue's original design is somewhat in reference to the Hanfu boom in China; the trend where people uses Hanfu cuttings to design trendy and modern clothing.

This is just a personal preference, but I think if the devs could give the Chang er look with a refreshing modern edge, I think Heng Yue would look really cool and it fits more into the hip hop scene of Dislyte. I also think if the dev could add a Mid-Autumn special SFX effects in her in gameplay, that would be cool, and really complete the skin package.

As for the feature event, I unfortunately haven't picked it up since Javid, so I couldn't really make a comment or review about that.

Overall, I am looking forward to the upcoming patch, see what Mid-Autumn has installed for us.

-Esper Union Lounge

#dislyte #esper union lounge #review report

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pwnyta · 11 months

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Dislyte has released a handsome lion man (Javid) and I am trying to roll him but the Gacha gods are like "Hey, we already gave you one of your husbands in a different game, you're outta luck"

Luck is truly a fickle thing

Tho if I manage to get 100 Wish, I can get him (I'm at 74, but it's hard to get more when you refuse to spend actual money in the game)

sheeeesh. What a sad husbando to miss! Good luck Sketchy!

#sketchysketchbooks

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thefactsofthematter · 1 year

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for the fic title game!

“i dream of you almost every night (hopefully i won’t wake up this time)

- @we-are-inevitable ✨

@we-are-inevitable i am taking this title very literally but i think you’re gonna like this one 😁

davey jacobs has a crush.

and it’s not that weird. okay? he’s not a creep or anything. he’s just a normal guy… with extreme social anxiety, who pretty much only talks to his parents and his therapist on the day-to-day, far too freaked out to interact with anyone else. he tries not to be too hard on himself about his social ineptness— he’s mentally ill, it’s a disability, and it’s not his fault— but he often finds himself frustrated with the situation.

he’s taking online university classes, he works from home doing simple stuff like data entry and surveys and typing captions/transcripts (so that he can just take jobs from a database and do them himself without needing to send pointless emails or make calls), and he rarely leaves his apartment. he’s been diagnosed with agoraphobia, among several other overlapping anxiety disorders. he truly wants to get better— he checks in with his therapist every single day and he’s genuinely making progress— but it’s hard.

a big step for him is that he’s started going out to get a coffee every morning. he mobile orders it from the shop on his block, so that he doesn’t need to talk to anyone, but he still gets to go pick it up himself. someday, he’ll try to move on to actually talking to the staff or buying a drink that isn’t black coffee, but he’s not quite there yet.

there’s this barista. jack, his handwritten name tag reads. he’s there every morning, looking utterly joyful— he seems to truly enjoy making good coffee and greeting people and pouring fancy latte art to impress everyone waiting for their drinks. he’s pretty, in a way that most people aren’t. he’s a normal-looking person, not necessarily a model or anything, but his confidence shines through so brightly that it makes it hard to look away from him. simply put, davey is awe-struck by this beautiful man.

he doesn’t talk to jack, doesn’t even quite make eye contact with him, but jack starts to recognize him. he never pushes davey to interact, but smiles at him as soon as he walks in and has his coffee ready and greets him with things like there he is! right on time! here’s the usual, dave— have an amazing day! and davey always catches himself thinking about jack on his way home. it doesn’t even make him nervous that jack notices him and talks to him, because he finds he sort of likes it.

and then he has a dream about jack. you see, in his dreams, davey isn’t so anxious— he can talk to people without his throat closing up, and he can go out and do things without the utter terror that tends to grip him when he deviates from his routine. it’s an escape from real life, and he often looks forward to living in that world for some brief relief. he has a dream where he decides to take his laptop to the coffee shop to sit there and work, and then jack comes over to talk to him, and they hit it off and exchange numbers.

the dreams don’t stop. almost every night, jack is there— or rather, this fantasy version of jack that davey’s lonely and anxious brain has invented. davey doesn’t actually know the guy past their daily customer-employee interactions, where jack has a one-sided conversation while davey forces a polite smile. in davey’s fictional world, though, they’re in love <3

there’s 2 ways this au could go from here. option one, davey tells his therapist, who helps him thoroughly unpack the unhealthy obsession and eventually, after that’s dealt with, encourages him to actually introduce himself to jack and see where real life takes him. it’s cute and sweet and it turns out they do make a very good pair.

option two (which i think you’ll like jac bc i know you love a toxic javid au) is that davey gets a little unhinged.

the obsession grows, and he doesn’t tell anyone about it. he finds jack’s social media, figures out where he lives and who he knows, and starts to piece together every bit of information that he can. it’s not like he’s going to use it for anything— that would be creepy. he’s obviously not a stalker or some kind of freak… he just likes jack. he likes knowing about him, likes seeing him every day, and loves seeing him in his dreams, where everything is coming together as realistically as possible. it’s not just at night anymore, no, he daydreams constantly about the life that he’s convinced he’s supposed to be living. if he weren’t such a shut-in, he’d be happy. he’d have jack. that’s how things should be.

i’ll leave it open to interpretation how far this goes— maybe the obsession fades and jack never finds out. maybe davey goes too far. he’s definitely not quite joe from you (which i haven’t watched but have heard enough about to know that this au is starting to have similar vibes) but he’s def got a creepy side to him. idk. i’m never actually going to write this, but i feel like it could make an interesting psychological horror kinda thing to go with this option 👀 feel free to use your imagination!!

#anyways hi jac!! hope this tickled your brain a little <3 making javid a little fucked up is kind of our thing at this point #yes i know fics where davey is an anxious mess are played out but hear me out on this one okay #take that cliche but make it way more fucked up and that can leave you w something fun!

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baura-bear · 11 months

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hello i am here to deliver my daily cowboy javid thoughts. tonight: jack struggling with feeling like he's loved by david and david continuing to be sweet and lovey dovey.

so like.. let's say jack had to leave camp for a few days to attend some business. and david thought that he can handle it just well, but turns out he missed jack, like a whole lot. and so the night jack is supposed to come back home, david stays up ridiculously long just to see jack and greet him and finally see him after those few long days. and as soon as he sees jack he literally just throws his arms around him and hugs him so so tightly. and jack is a little confused--he immediately assumes that something bad must've happened because he isn't used (yet) to such displays of affection. and so he's like "hey, davey, something happened?" and david just shakes his head and looks at him with a look of pure unadulterated love and sighs all dreamily. which makes jack even more nervous. and when they finally lay down together and david hugs jack so tenderly again, and also kisses him breathles, jack is really starting to think that there's a big storm coming. and so when david finally parts, jack just gives him a worried look and asks what's wrong again. and david is all like "huh?" and then he realizes that jack is *that* dense and insecure. and so he just sighs fondly and smiles patiently and kisses jack again. and simply goes "nothing's happened, i just missed you. a whole lot." and jack is so taken aback, because, hell, david actually missed having him around? and when david also adds "because i love you" jack literally disintegrates on the spot. and david probably spends the rest of the night just telling jack how loved and wonderful and amazing he is..

so sorry for dumping another long ass pargraph here. i am insane about them

Yeah I’m being normal about this rn actually I’m definitely not screaming into my pillow

Just the mere thought🤌 of Jack and David being so sweet and tender and all the soft kisses and hugs and mushy lovey shit I start going feral I start turning into a werewolf I start chewing on the couch and barking at squirrels

The moment it both clicks for them and they’re like ☝️🤨wait we’re BOTH hopelessly in love ✊😲 who was gonna tell me??? LIKE HNNGNHNHNGN THEY DONT EVEN REALIZE HOW SMITTEN THEY EACH ARE!!!!

#i am delighted everytime i receive one of these paragraphs never stop #newsies #david jacobs #jack kelly #cowboy au #asks

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ftm-megamind · 7 months

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one of my favorite things to imagine about javid is them being in complete silence but still Together. whether they're having a break while selling papers, whether jack came over and is just hanging out with david in david's room, whether they're out on a walk, anything really. they don't even have to necessarily be involved with anything else either just... sitting there. watching the world, or looking at each other, maybe zoning out. they just feel comfortable enough around each other to feel like there's no need to talk/do something all the time & they like having the other around all the time. yeah?

#idk what this says about me but. guh. i love That so much #maybe they're cuddling maybe there's sitting next to each other maybe they're holding hands maybe they're like 10 meters apart #but they're in each other's Presence. and that's all they need to feel content #am i making sense with this?#perhaps not. but that's ok actually #newsies #newsies 1992 #92sies #jack kelly #david jacobs #javid

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pigeonwit · 9 months

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hi hi first let me just say you are absolutely my FAVORITE Javid writer and I love reading ur work while kicking my feet and giggling

and if u are still taking ideas for the cozy+content prompts could I maybe request “what’s wrong?” “your feet are cold!” with Davey having very cold hands and feet and Jack warming him up

so fun fact these two asks both gave me heart attacks when i first read them. i am not wired to receive compliments it makes me short circuit. but thank you! thank you very much!! i hope you don't mind me shoving these two asks together - i had an idea in mind for the first and the only thing i could come up with for the second was essentially along the same lines but with jack at the centre, and my jack voice is,,, not accurate imo. so i hope you enjoy it!

(also. um. i fully intended this on being a silly fluffy tumblr minific and it became 3000 words by mistake so. sorry bout that)

Davey’s already shuffling eagerly in bed when he hears Jack opening their creaky apartment door. He’s curled up in bed beneath two extra blankets with his knees up to his chest, and he’s still got a chill in his fingertips. It’s manageable, of course, but Jack gives him some much more than what’s manageable, and it’s safe to say Davey’s become a bit spoiled for it. There’s a quiet thrum of something through his body, a wash of comfort over his skin, as he hears Jack’s steps approaching. Soon, is all his sleepy mind is saying. Warm soon. Jack soon. Soon.

Jack stumbles into their room – Davey can’t help but smile into the pillow as he thinks it, their room – uncaffeinated and no doubt bone-tired, but Davey still makes out his soft and pleased hum when he sees him, huddled up under their blankets.

“Davey, darling,” Jack sighs over the slight jangling of him shucking off his jeans, “you are a sight for sore eyes.”

“Long day?” Davey mumbles, his voice muffled by the chunk of comforter he’s stuffed over his face to keep his nose from freezing. He feels more than hears Jack’s resonating groan, and he knows from reflex alone that Jack’s got his head tipped all the way back as he grumbles loudly at the ceiling, determined for the whole world to know that he is upset, thank you, and is going to make it everyone’s problem.

“Like you wouldn’t believe.” Jack says petulantly – Davey can hear a soft brushing of fleece on skin as he steps into his sweatpants. “Fuckin’ lecture hall was freezing, I think all my pens have turned into ink-cicles – oh, but of course old Professor Asshole-”

“Ashcombe.”

“He’s not even your professor, Dave, you don’t gotta do the teachers pet thing.” Says Jack, and Davey can hear the smile wrapped around the words. If it were anyone else, he might freeze, his brain backfiring as it turns the words over and over and over again, running through every possible implication – but he knows where he stands with Jack. They play with each other – but they don’t hurt each other.

“Anyway, the asshole kept his whole ‘no coats and jackets’ policy because apparently my phone’s wrong and it’s actually the nineteenth century or whatever the hell,” Jack continues, his voice muffling slightly as he tears his shirt over his head, “even made me take off my flannel, which is, like, hello? Since when is a flannel a jacket? Dude’s a dinosaur.”

Davey makes a small, humming laugh – he’s still all tied up in his cold-protective ball, arms and knees hugged to his chest, so it’s all he can really manage. He loves the way Jack just talks. Talks and talks like it’s his God given right to comment on every little thing, not bothering to stop for silly things like changing his clothes and climbing into bed. It’s nice, knowing Jack wants to tell him every little thing. Knowing he’ll listen if Davey does, too.

“Maybe he likes seeing all you handsome young artists without your layers on.” Davey points out, trying to lilt his voice playfully, but the slight chatter in his teeth makes it come out stilted. “One of those repressed Republican things, y’know?”

“Aw, c’mon, Davey, ew!” Jack snickers as he clambers under the covers, flopping down with all his weight like a great big cat ready for a well-deserved nap. “God, I’m gonna think that every time I see him now.”

“Another patented Davey-Brainworm.” Davey says with a smile as they shuffle towards each other without any hesitation, pulled into each-others gravity. “You can have that one for free.”

“And I guess I got what I paid for.” Jack scoffs before promptly shoving his face into the bend of Davey’s neck like he lives there – Davey sighs, bone-deep, as he arches into the warmth of Jack’s nose, his mouth, his soft breath on Davey’s skin. He unwinds his balled-up arms, wincing a little at the numbness, until he’s got them tangled through Jack’s own and wrapped around his waist, pulling him close enough that they slot against each other. Jack sighs long and slowly through his nose, nuzzling against Davey’s shoulder as he winds around him.

“Jeez-us, I needed this,” he sighs as Davey unlocks his knees and wraps them between Jack’s own. “Been so fuckin’ tense all day, like my spine’s just – fuck!”

Jack jolts upright like he’s been shocked right through the spine, tearing himself out of their comfortable cuddle-pile, and Davey can’t help his unhappy whine.

“Jesus, Dave!”

“What?” Davey blinks, suddenly very, very awake. “What’s wrong?”

“Your feet are cold!” Jack cries, as if Davey has committed the world’s greatest sin. Davey rolls his eyes and grins, pushing his toes against Jack’s calves.

“Are they?”

“God – fuck, Davey, no, you’re not being cute about this.” Jack says firmly. “Where are your socks?”

Davey feels his shoulders hunch up to his neck. This isn’t right – Jack usually loves joking around with him. But now it feels like he’s being scolded, and if there’s one thing Davey hates more than scolding, it’s being scolded by Jack. Jack’s not meant to make him feel like a child, neither of them are – it’s how they work. It’s like breaking a rule, their big rule, and it rolls in Davey’s stomach like bile.

“I don’t like socks.” Davey mutters. “They scratch. You know that.”

Jack looks like he’s about to open his mouth, then blinks for a moment, trying to meet Davey’s eyes from where they’re burning into their sheets.

“I do know that.” Jack nods slowly. “Sorry, I wasn’t – I didn’t mean…” He sighs, sliding his hand forwards enough to bump against where Davey’s fingers are tangling in the bedlinens. “Davey, you’re cold. Why didn’t you turn the heating on?”

Davey scoffs, still feeling stung, and then immediately winces, because wasn’t that a petty, childish thing to do? No wonder Jack’s frustrated.

“We don’t need it, Jack, it’s summer.” He reasons. Jack only stares at him with a flat faced and raised brow, sending a flush up high on Davey’s cheeks.

“It is barely April, Davey,” Jack says, gently this time, because gentleness comes so naturally to him. “I know you’re bad with dates and all, but that’s a pretty big difference.”

Davey’s throat clicks as he tries to work his mouth, but he’s all caught off guard by Jack being cute, damn him.

“We don’t need it.” He echoes, but even he can tell the sound is distant. He can feel the way Jack’s looking at him as he says it, and he can’t help but roll his eyes. “Oh, come on, Jack, that’s not – it’s almost May, it’s warm out-”

“It’s April sixth, forty-four degrees and raining-”

“I know how to take care of myself, Jack!” Davey snaps before he can help it. Jack flinches backwards, one hand raised up reflexively – then pauses, swallows, eyes still wide, but body less taut. Davey shifts until he’s sitting properly, head ducked low between his shoulders.

“I’m sorry.”

Jack nods slowly, still not looking at him.

“It’s okay.”

“It’s not.” Davey says firmly. “We don’t yell at each other.”

Jack sighs, eyes so painfully soft, and nudges closer until their shoulders brush together. Davey takes the olive branch like a dog with a bone, melts into Jack’s side and crushes one hand against Jack’s chest like he might disappear.

“Hey.” Jack says quietly, nudging Davey’s temple with his nose until he looks up. “Tell me things.”

Davey’s lip quirks upwards without his permission.

“Things.” He says dutifully. Jack only watches him, the way he’d watch a painting on a wall, trying to unpick the colours and untangle the strokes, trying to weave himself into the frame and figure it all out, inside and outwards.

“I just-” Davey sighs, biting down on his lip. Jack’s quiet. He lets him click the words together in his head, puzzle them out. “I don’t… I don’t need it. And I don’t like it when people tell me what to do, like I’m stupid.”

Jack makes a dissatisfied noise in his chest, curling his arm around Davey’s waist.

“You know I don’t think you’re stupid.”

“I know. M’sorry.” He mumbles into Jack’s chest, hot shame burning at his neck. “That was… Mean.”

“S’okay, baby.”

“We’re not mean to each other.”

“There’s a difference between being frustrated and being mean.” Jack says firmly. “That’s what you always tell me when I stay up ‘til 2AM painting, or when I’m tearin’ my hair out after work, or-“

“That’s different, though.”

“It’s really not.” Jack insists, and Davey’s about to disagree with him when he just barely rakes his nails along Davey’s scalp, just the way he likes, and sends him melting into Jack’s bones, the cheater. “Things ain’t different when they happen to you, babe. You’re allowed to be frustrated.” He dots a tiny kiss to Davey’s temple, holds him ever closer, presses the dorsum of his feet against Davey’s own. “You’re allowed to be warm, too.”

Davey winces, glancing towards their bedroom door where he knows the thermostat's waiting, mocking him.

“I was getting to it…” He tries weakly – Jack only raises an eyebrow.

“You get home an hour before I do. And your last class was cancelled today.”

Davey clicks his teeth. Right. Yes. Curse Jack and his intimate knowledge of Davey’s entire life. He must make a face, because Jack sighs, presses a hand to where his neck meets his jaw and tilts him upwards so that they’re looking at each other, so that all of Jack’s openness is laid out in front of him – and that’s just unfair, really, because how is Davey meant to lie when Jack’s doing that?

“C’mon, Dave,” Jack says softly, his voice low and warm, “you don’t need to do this anymore. You don’t gotta shiver in the fetal position just to get warm, you don’t gotta take showers that are, like, one notch above lukewarm and time them for seven minutes, don’t even try denying it,” he adds the second Davey opens his mouth, “you have the timer pinned on your phone.”

Davey curses under his breath. Damn his useless brain’s need for consistent organization. Jack keeps staring at him, keeps waiting for him to stay something, and Davey wants to be furious at him for it, wants him to just leave off and leave him alone and let him do what he’s always done, but… That’s not fair. Not when he’s always bugging Jack into doing better. Into sleeping on time and eating a proper lunch and warming up his wrists before he paints. They help each other. That’s what they do.

“It just…” Davey says quietly, struggling to push the words out from where they’re hiding beneath his tongue. “It’s hard. Like – at home? We couldn’t just… Do that. And it feels so – weird, a-and wrong to just do that here, when I know Aba’s still wearing long-johns to under his clothes all day and Ima’s still budgeting their hot water and-”

“Breathe.” Jack murmurs – Davey immediately sucks in a breath, suddenly realizing the way his whole body’d been straining for it without his notice. He screws his eyes shut and plants his face against Jack’s shoulder, like he might be able to hide from Jack’s gaze entirely. Jack only smiles – Davey can tell even without seeing it. He knows the little noise Jack makes when he’s smiling, even if he’s displeased, that little hum that gets tugged out from the base of his throat with the movement.

“Davey, baby,” Jack says gently – if Davey can repeat himself, your honour, unfair. “You don’t need you to freeze every night to prove that you understand the value of money. You’re good. We’re good. We can afford to put the thermostat up one night.”

Davey sighs. He knows this. Logically, he knows it. But Davey’s not the best with logic, no matter what all their friends think – it gets too tied up in all his nerves, all his thoughts, until it’s bent into something completely different. The sentiment’s still there at the heart of it, but – well, that’s just it. But. He knows he can afford to turn up the thermostat in his own home – but…

“I could deal with it.” He mumbles, a bit too childishly. “I could.”

“I know, baby.” He can feel Jack’s gentle smile in his hair. “But you don’t have to.”

“But-”

“But you don’t have to.”

Davey groans, more for the performance of it than anything else.

“Jack…” He mutters – but Jack only blinks at him expectantly. Not pushing. Just waiting. Davey tips his head back and sighs long-sufferingly, screwing his eyes shut once before turning back to glare in Jack’s direction.

Jack only blinks again.

“Will you please,” Davey says, trying to sound only a little bit irritated, but there’s no denying how quiet he sounds, barely audible even in the silence of their room. “Turn up the thermostat for me?”

Jack smiles at him gently, pushing an errant curl from his face.

“Of course, baby.”

He doesn’t let it linger – he gets up, stretches his arms over his head, snips the tension away in one neat cut, and Davey loves him for it. He leaves the door open as he hops through the living room with his feet still bare, wincing over every other step, because Jack is a man on a mission when he’s decided to cheer people up, and he simply doesn’t have the time for frivolous things like socks or slippers or common fucking sense. Davey rolls his eyes; he really does love him for it.

“Right.” Jack nods to himself as he shifts the thermostat up a good few notches, bouncing on his toes once – his Dad Bounce as Davey’s dubbed it privately in his head, because even if he’s only joking, Davey’s not quite sure they’re anywhere near bringing up the word dad yet. Still, it’s heartwarmingly cute. “That’s goin’ good. Shove up, would’ja?”

Jack bustles around their apartment like the mother hen he is, taking a spare comforter from their closet, then all the blankets he can carry, and dumps them all on the Davey-shaped lump in their bed, entirely ignoring Davey’s squeak of protest. He hurries to and from their closet, their desks, their living room, snatching every pillow and plushie and throw he can find, dumping them all unceremoniously on and around Davey’s body.

“Jack-!” Davey yelps as Jack stuffs a whole Joltik plush over his face, but he can’t help but laugh at the absurdity. “What’re you doing?”

“One second!” Jack says dismissively as he fiddles with the fabrics, scrunching up the comforters into a circle around them, then filling it all in with every fucking blanket they own – Davey’s Middle Earth map, the quilt Medda made of all Jack’s childhood shirts, the weighted blanket they bought together on a whim, and the leaf-shaped throw that neither of them remember buying at all. He props all the pillows and plushes he can against the headboard, even the giant fluffy pumpkin they bought on a whim at Target because they couldn’t be bothered with pumpkin guts that Halloween – it’s bigger than both their heads and they love it – and once he’s done, he nods to himself, satisfied with his work, and all but launches himself into the nest he’s made for them.

“Oh-!” Davey huffs as Jack knocks all the air out of his chest. “God, Jack, this is ridiculous-”

“Ridiculously fun, thank you,” Jack grins as he starts bullying Davey into the little hollow between the pillows he’s fashioned for them, “now quiet, or I’m adding your beanbag.”

“Jaaack,” Davey whines, even as he allows Jack to flop firmly onto his chest like a sleepy old hound dog, pinning him into place. “We’re gonna get sweaty.”

“Then we can kick ‘em all off.” Jack answers with a self-satisfied grin. “But for now, you’re gonna warm up. Cool?”

“Technically, no.”

“I’ll kill you.” Jack huffs, and Davey can’t help but laugh into his hair. Jack’s head is resting against the crest of his sternum, a constant pressure anchoring him to the bed – and his whole body is plastered against Davey’s own, painting sunny yellows and warm oranges across his skin until he’s glowing from the inside out, safe in their little bubble of comfort.

“Jack?”

“No,” Jack grumbles into his chest. “Jack’s dead. He froze to death in class and Professor Asshole is writing him up for it.”

“Oh, shame,” Davey sighs, slathering his voice in fake-concern. “Is he gonna be okay?”

“Give him, like, two hours. And a hot cocoa.”

“Mm, that is the standard procedure, I hear.”

Jack digs his chin into the hollow of Davey’s chest, glaring up at him in a manner so very wronged that Davey has to try not to laugh, lest he disturb Jack any further.

“Davey?”

“Hm?” Davey smiles innocently.

“Go to sleep.”

Davey rolls his eyes, but obediently tips his head back against the pillows, running one hand down Jack’s spine and trailing his finger over the dip in the centre.

“I was just gonna say,” he says quietly into the pleasantly toasty air of their bedroom, “thanks for taking care of me.”

There’s silence, for a moment. Soft, comfortable silence, the kind that rests pleasantly on the ear. Welcoming and unjudgmental. And then he feels a press of warm lips against his breastbone, melting through his shirt, through his skin, all the way down to his heart.

“Welcome.” Jack murmurs. “Now go to sleep before I hit you.”

Davey rolls his eyes and tucks Jack’s head into his neck, one hand rubbing tiny circles into his scalp and the other tracing poetry into the small of his back.

(They wake up swelteringly hot, sweating through their PJs, a plushie sandwiched between both their faces and half of Jack’s spoils kicked onto the floor in their sleep.

It’s okay, Davey tells himself. He’s allowed to sweat every now and then.

And when Jack looks up at him, grinning bashfully and snickering against his skin, Davey decides he’s allowed that, too.)

#all of these prompt-fics have been so frothy and fluffy and self indulgent and I! DO NOT! CARE!#(<- cares so much actually but is being so so brave about it)#newsies #uksies #(its ALWAYS uksies. i know i didn't mention it much in this one but it's ALWAYS uksies.)#javid #javey #davey jacobs #david jacobs #jack kelly #pigeon scribbles #honeyywoods #ask #anon

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❛ you got me flowers? ❜ -javid

soft and sweet sentence starters || prompts not me breaking the norm to do a modern au prompt bc i am obsessed with flowers!!

Davey's having a not so great day. It had started with a missed alarm, spilled coffee and an overcrowded Subway. Barely making it in time for class, he struggles through feeling exhaustion creep up on him, and ends up cramped in the library for too long trying to cram for an upcoming final. He texts Jack on his way back to their flat to see if he wants in on the pizza Davey's craving, which of course Jack does.

He gets home at 10:45 that night, later than usual, and he would pass out onto their sofa if it wasn't for the pizza box in his hand. Jack, seemingly expecting this, takes the food from him as soon as he enters their flat.

"You look like shit," Jack says, and Davey only responds by sticking his middle finger up in the air, as he leans against the kitchen counter, watching Jack who starts to get the food ready for them.

Davey begins to rant about his day, and how he's definitely going to fail his finals. Jack watches with an odd expression on his face - fond? - as Davey nearly spirals.

"You done?" Jack asks, and Davey nods, waiting for Jack to laugh at him or make some joke about his moodiness, but instead Jack puts his plate of food down, and gets up to walk to his room. Davey is absolutely bewildered, he doesn't think he's been that much of a moan. But then Jack comes back out, with his right hand behind his back and stares at Davey as he reaches out to show a bouquet of flowers.

"You got me flowers?" Davey asks, dumbfoundedly.

"I didn't think they'd go good with pizza, but I knew how stressed you've been and wanted to surprise you with something," Jack begins. Davey's speechless, and watches Jack before he nods at him, as if to say of course they're yours. Davey takes them and looks at all the different, beautiful flowers. "You remember that old project of mine that had to do with drawing flowers? I got into the meanings of them, I still remember some of them."

"Oh? How come you never told me?" he asks, curiously.

"I dunno, I didn't think much of it at the time," Jack shrugs, still standing. "I just thought you needed something to cheer you up."

Davey smiles, grateful for his best friend. He doesn't know where he'd be without Jack. He's never cared for someone so deeply before. "And do these mean anything?

"Something I've been afraid to say for a while now," Jack says, sitting down and leaning in Davey's space. "So the pink tulips there, that means friendship, so do the yellow roses. The peach roses means modesty, sincerity and thankfulness, which I think sums up how selfless you are. The purple rose though, that flower is for someone who enchants you, someone you fell in love with at first sight."

Davey freezes, letting the words settle. Jack is far from over thought. "Red and white roses present unity together. Red roses symbolise eternal love, while white roses signify loyalty. The pink orchids, they're meant for pure affection."

Davey places his hand over Jack's, who pauses. "The tiger lily here means I dare you to love me. These red carnations mean my heart aches for you Davey. And the red tulips? These mean perfect love. The story goes that the black center of the flower represents a lover's heart, darkened by the heat of passion."

Davey closes the gap between the two of them, and he places his free hand on the side of Jack's face, pulling him in for a kiss. Jack kisses back instantly, and Davey's not quite able to grasp that this is actually happening, that he's not dreaming and he's going to wake up any second now. But it isn't - Jack's really kissing him, and god, it's everything he's wanted since they first met. Jack places his free hand on Davey's hip, and pulls him even closer.

When they break for air, Davey's watching Jack in awe. "You really love me?"

Jack smiles, and pushes a stray curl from Davey's face. "I think I always have." Davey kisses him again, and again, and then tells him that he loves him too, and he can practically feel Jack melt as he says it back.

#davey jacobs #jack kelly #javid #my writing #why does this prompt instantly remind me of the good place #and jason picking tahani's flowers that she's just grown for her #the himbo of my dreams #behind jack kelly ofc

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somanywords · 7 months

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20 Questions For Fic Writers

huge hug to @spookyklaine for the tag! <3

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

11 right now, but i aim to get at least one more out before new years!

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

187,762! i am a baby fic writer ;)

3. What fandoms do you write for?

marvel (stevebucky, clintasha, and 1 ant man fic), newsies (javid), and six of crows

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Another Song, Another Spring (stevebucky)

Marry Me (stevebucky)

say it soft and it's almost like praying (stevebucky)

Misplaced Pencils (stevebucky)

Like a dream I could reach but not quite hold (javid)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

i do my best to! i adore each and every one of them <3

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

omg all my fics end happily, me in my attempt to give the characters what they deserve ;) i hope to work on some more soon and maybe will have the heart to end them a little more heart wrenchingly...

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

gosh. i mean, all of them. lol

8. Do you get hate on fics?

i'm not popular enough to have attracted hate yet (niice)

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

haven't written any yet! but not ruling it out for the future. some people are such craftsmen with writing smut, they inspire me :D but man, the fics where you're feeling all kinds of emotions and they're barely even kissing? that stuff is like cocaine to me so i'm happy where i am right now :)

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

i am so boring--not yet!

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

man, not to my knowledge...

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

not yet <3

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

not yet either! i've talked about it with a couple of friends, and it's definitely something i'd be interested in later on, but the stars haven't aligned as of now ;)

14. What’s your all time favourite ship?

oh gosh noooo. i mean, i think it's pretty obvious which ships are my favorite, cause the fics don't get finished if i'm not motivated and unhinged about them (stevebucky and javid). that being said, shoutout to percabeth, who even though i haven't written fic for them, still live in my head rent free and can be activated for free any time of goddamn day

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

hmmm. there's a newsies one i've got--sort of my very first idea, and this is a trend with me--to get so many ideas and try to cram them into one story only to never come back and write several smaller stories--but it's a post strike jack and davey exploration, and i'd really like to finish it one day, because it has a lot of good ideas in it :D we'll see!

also i've got a stevebucky roadtrip literally based on a roadtrip i did once. would love to finish it someday. if i could just. finish. it.

16. What are your writing strengths?

i think realistic dialogue and adding nuggets that bring characters to life? i've also been told a few times that i write kids well, and i'm flattered ;)

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

setting and sensory 😖 (and sometimes plot but we won't talk about that) at least i'm good enough to recognize it most of the time? then i can go back in during edits and pace the paragraphs differently, add smells and description...onwards and upwards...

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

yes yes yes, especially where it really enhances character who come from different backgrounds/are multi-linguals. unfortunately i am not a multi-lingual 😭 (i'm working on that), so i rely on friends and google translate for it now...

19. First fandom you wrote for?

actual first fanfic i ever wrote was definitely about the weasley siblings. first on ao3 was stevebucky ;)

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

that's so hard!!! they're all so different in my head. i'll go with Another Song Another Spring, simply because it's so fun and really was written for me, so when i go back to reread it, i have a blast :D

no pressure tags for any writers who see this, and also @turtle-steverogers @zenaidamacrouras1 @hipsterdiva @tessabennet @voylitscope @greyhavensking @t4tstevebucky and anyone else who writes and wants to share!

#tag games #fanfiction #fic writers tag game

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