dawg my body is so ready for seeing your human versions of the gang. like the need to draw these sillies is JUST TOO DAMN GREAT--(please don't take this as "OMG HURRY UP", i'm just very excited to see your interpretations!)
well shit now i gotta buckle down on brushing up + improving upon my human scribbling skills, which - meager to begin with - have deteriorated due to Puppet Disease (and i say this with playful exasperation. i've been needing an excuse to Practice and this is a damn good one)
though i will say! i'll be adhering to the ~canon~ human versions we've been gifted via Clown's pokemon au. ofc since we don't know what Howdy, Poppy, Sally, and Eddie look like, i'll have to think of something myself
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In my brain, all of the Brooklyn Newsies I've ever seen are canon to my brain, and now I just have, like, a whole universe mapped out in my brain.
Spot is the head, while Mack and Hotshot are her second and third in command. The three run the Borough with an iron fist. Well, the iron fist is probably hollow as they let their newsies away with just about everything.
Pips and Graves are extremely close, always being selling partners and usually selling by the Brooklyn Bridge. They always sell the most papers, mostly because they win over the adults with puppy dog eyes.
Splint, Joey, and Bart can't stand each other. Nobody knows why, but they won't even speak with one another. Ritz thinks it's incredibly funny to put them in situations together and watching as they try to do it without even looking at each other.
Speaking of Ritz, her and Snaps are siblings, Snaps being older by 2 years. Despite the short age gap, Snaps does tend to baby her sometimes, but she has put him in his place on numerous occasions.
Scope, Rafaela, and HoHo escaped the refuge together when they were each 14, 9, and 11. Lucky found them trying to steal apples from a stand and brought them straight to Spot, who made them Newsies the very next day.
Specs used to be a Brooklyn Newsie with his sister, Stray, but was far too scared of Spot to stay any longer and joined Manhattan instead. Stray still picks on him for this.
Hildy and Myron both help out at Medda's theatre when they aren't selling papers for some extra money. Hildy sells the food outside the stage, and Myron works as an usher. The Bowery Beauties have a soft spot for them and allow them to hang out backstage with them from time to time.
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So i have this traffic light series monster au(no better name for it it's literally "trafic light monster" in my notes) and in it Cleo is a zombie. Kinda. See the thing is that before they were a zombie they were a witch (still are) and anyways while they were fully alive she did a resurencion spell(?) on herself. Don't ask me why i dont have all the details, i'll figure it out. My thoughts with it are maybe they were dying/on deaths doorstep or something, unsure. But anyways yeah so now every couple of months they have to re-resurrect themselves because the spell heals them a bit but then she's back to square one and back to actively dying. And i seemed to have zoned out and wrote a 1.2k word sickfic of that going on. If i dont finish the pirate au chapter 2 by the 11th i think im just gonna clean it up a bit and post it to keep my schedule
Anyways yeah never doubt a sick person looking for sickfics and finding nothing because they'll just make one themselves i guess
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Whumptober day 10, alternative prompt used: Hunting
Character: Panacea
Once upon a time, there lived a prince, a witch, and a hunter. The witch cursed the prince, the hunter killed the witch, the curse was lifted, and they all lived happily ever after.
But what if the prince and the witch are one and the same?
The world becomes the hunter then.
Panacea hugged himself tighter as he sat curled into a ball at the corner of a cave he hid himself in. It was cold, dark, dusty, damp, and quiet with only the occasional sound of droplets from the ceiling hitting the ground piercing the deafening silence. He took a shaky deep breath, body heavy from the exhaustion of another cat and mouse chase. With his soul exhausted from the weight of it all.
It was always the same, the stray mouse found a home with friendly cats. Cats who cared about the mouse, and the mouse who trusted the cats. If only the world was like the fairytales, it would've ended happily then. But life is never like the fairytales. Because the stray mouse will always be a mouse, and the friendly cats will always be a cat. There's only one ending for such a story like that. The cat bares their teeth and chases the mouse, the mouse then runs with all their might. Because it was either death or survival.
He was exhausted. Was it so wrong to want a place to belong? So wrong to want someone to care about him? So wrong to want his own “home”? Why? Because he wasn't human? Because of something he has? A blessing to others yet a curse to himself. It was his name, a constant reminder of what he is to others. Panacea, cure-all. He once liked that name, not anymore.
It was the only thing he had, no memories, no family, nothing but a name, a power, and a weakness he can never tell or show. But now he has none, not when his name is nothing but a reminder, not when his powers is for other's to use. What else is he left with? A weakness.
He's exhausted.
Panacea took another shaky deep breath, putting his head on his knees, pursing his lips as tears flowed down his cheeks. Why was he even born to begin with? To be a tool locked in a golden cage? Why does he always put his hopes up? Only to be let down again? Why must he even keep living? When everything in the world can easily kill him?
He always believed in the rainbow after the rain.
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Tara's cousin is Amy Adams???
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Hate going to google images to find image references and fancasts for Reborn characters and finding my art there instead
I made those in 2020 they mean nothing to me now
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