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thatboyalbo · 6 years
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Send me a character + a number and I’ll tell you my headcanons for:
Their physical weak spots
Their emotional/moral weak spots
Scars or painful spots
Best places to kiss on their body
Guilty pleasures
Their vices (physical or emotional)
Their tickle spots
Bad memories/experiences
Humiliating memories
Fears/phobias
Bad or petty habits
Grudges and vendettas
What gets them flustered
Ingrained habits/forces of habit
What it takes to make them cry
Dark secrets/’skeletons in the closet’
Regrets
Things they’ll never admit
People they’ve hurt or indirectly killed, and how it affected them
What-ifs/Alternate Timelines
Turning points in their life
People who’ve influenced them greatly
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thatboyalbo · 6 years
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@carryindabanner continued from here
“Have you any idea how much it hurts me to see you like this?!”
Albert glanced up at Jack through his only eye that had yet to swell shut. Throat thick with tears-- moreso from pain than from actual sorrow or embarassment --he let out a shaky breath as he cradled his probably sprained wrist gently to his chest.
“You act like there was somethin’ I could a’ done to prevent this.”
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thatboyalbo · 7 years
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Send 'bang!' To witness my muse being shot
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thatboyalbo · 7 years
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hi hello i'm in sudden need of some ralbert pls & thanks
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thatboyalbo · 7 years
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Tears brimming ever so slightly, Albert squeezed his eyes shut, chest heaving as he refused to answer Jack. His knuckles stung as numbness began to set in, but he allowed Jack to inspect it regardless.
“I, uh--- I-” letting out a shaky breath, Albert squeezed his eyes shut again, a tear trickling down one of his cheeks, “--I- I dunno, Jack- I dunno what the hell I’m doin’.”
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thatboyalbo · 7 years
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“Hell, maybe I oughta pay him a visit!” Albert continued, tossing another rock and recoiling with a slight flinch as it clanged off a metal light post, “Tell him an’ his boys to stop spreadin’ rumors----”
Filled with a sudden burst of rage and frustration, and an utter disregard for his own well being, Albert wheeled around and slammed his fist into the side of the building. Cradling his now bleeding fist to his chest, Albert slid to the ground in defeat, muttering obscenities under his breath.
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thatboyalbo · 7 years
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@dreaminofsantafe continued from here
Jack smirked right back at him. “Just came ta warn ya. Recently, one a Spot’s kids said ya been drifitin’ awfully close ta Brooklyn territory and it would be a damn shame if ya got yaself soaked.” As much as Jack pretended not to care about his boys, he really wanted them to be safe. But he had a talent of playing it off nonchalantly.
Albert scoffed, kicking a rock with his torn up boot, “Yeah, well---” He picked up the rock and chucked it out into the empty streets, listening intently as it clattered to the sidewalk directly across from them, “--kid’s a damn liar.”
Expression now twisted into a bit of a scowl, Albert continued, fixating on a different rock instead of looking Jack in the eyes as he spoke, “‘Sides, I’ll soak Spot myself before he sends any a’ his boys after me--”
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thatboyalbo · 7 years
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❛ How is that working out for you? ❜ (@dreaminofsantafe)
@dreaminofsantafe
“Why don’t ya ask my little friend---” Albert smirked and held up the dime that had just been gifted to him in exchange for one of his papers.
He had recently adjusted his selling spot to something just a few blocks south, and somehow everything was working out perfectly.
That wasn’t bound to last.
“Why’re ya’ here anyway, Jack--- ain’t done sellin’ yet?”
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thatboyalbo · 7 years
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❛ Are you hungry? Want to go get something to eat? ❜ (mom Davey)
(hi mom davey meet ur rambunctious son albert)
“Nah, I’m okay- don’t get your pants in a bunch— ‘sides, I ain’t got the money to eat now. Sales today was shit,” Albert shrugged, returning to the extra paper he had held on to skim through.
“Man, papes really went downhill after we made front page, huh?–”
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thatboyalbo · 7 years
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Albert’s face scrunched up in mild discomfort, “—ankle-” He gestured to the obviously reddened and swollen limb, “Oscar- he uh- he busted up my leg- didn’t even do nothin’ to provoke him— just did it cause he could.”
Albert cracked open one eye, and glanced up at Crutchie, face still contorted in a slight wince, “Don’t tell Jack– please.”
“Hey–I don’t think I can walk.” -thatboyalbo (because why not lol)
Crutchie looked at Albert with a frown, instantly concerned. “Whaddaya mean? What’s wrong?” She walked over to him before squatting in front of him so she was at his eye level. @thatboyalbo
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thatboyalbo · 7 years
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Albert let out a deep sigh, folding his arms around his bent knees and resting his head on top, “No reason—”
He glanced outward at the horizon, watching as blue sky ever so slowly creeped toward them, “Just– wanderin’.”
Raining Down {Open Starter}
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thatboyalbo · 7 years
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Albert shook his head, and an amused and slightly distant expression shone in his eyes. “Yeah whatever---” He waved a hand in Spot’s direction dismissively, “Do your worst, Conlon--”
The statement wasn’t said with malice, but rather in a tired, defeated tone--- the weather having had enough of an effect on Albert to the point that he didn’t even flinch when Spot cursed suddenly.
Raining Down {Open Starter}
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thatboyalbo · 7 years
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Albert let out a slight wheeze of a laugh, “Ha- I don’t answer ta’ you. I don’t answer ta’ nobody--- ‘cept maybe Jack- sometimes.” Rubbing his hands together to rid them of the wet newspaper residue, Albert glanced up at Spot again, gaze wary.
“Why ya sittin’ so close-- you gonna smother me or somethin’? This what I get for sneakin’ in to Brooklyn territory?---”
Raining Down {Open Starter}
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thatboyalbo · 7 years
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Albert was usually good about sticking to Manhattan when it came to selling, but curiosity brought him to Brooklyn that morning--- and he cursed curiosity in return as he sprinted to the underside of the bridge for some shelter from the weather.
His 8 remaining papers now almost completely ruined, Albert sat down in the dirt with a frustrated huff, shivering slightly from the drop in temperature. He was near completely zoned out when a voice startled him, “Jesus Conlon, ya nearly gave me a heart attack---”
Raining Down {Open Starter}
It was mid-afternoon in New York City, and it was pouring down rain. A bad day to be a newsie. Not only was no one was out to buy one, but also the rain water made the papers soggy and the ink run.
Spot had 19 papes left, now all ruined. With an angry sigh he walked down to under the Brooklyn Bridge to wait out the storm, surprised to see that he wasn’t the only one down there. “”What are you’s doin’ on my side of the bridge?”
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thatboyalbo · 7 years
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Anonymously send me '+' and a question and my muse has to answer honestly no matter how uncomfortable it makes them
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thatboyalbo · 7 years
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thanks @ jules for basically coming up with majority of albert's personality.. what a beautiful contribution to this fandom
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thatboyalbo · 7 years
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° • ? ( QUESTION SENTENCE STARTERS.
❛ What are you doing? ❜ ❛ Where are you going? ❜ ❛ Where are you taking me? ❜ ❛ How is that working out for you? ❜ ❛ Is everything okay? ❜ ❛ Why are you acting like this? ❜ ❛ You think I would lie to you? ❜ ❛ Are you telling the truth? ❜ ❛ Are you sure you want to do this? ❜ ❛ This is your bright idea of a plan? ❜ ❛ What else do you want me to do? ❜ ❛ What else can I do? ❜ ❛ What do you think I should do? ❜ ❛ What makes you think that? ❜ ❛ Who told you that? ❜ ❛ Who are you? ❜ ❛ Why are you here? ❜ ❛ Who invited you? ❜ ❛ How come you ever asked me? ❜ ❛ Did you really mean all those things you said? ❜ ❛ Why did you have to go? Why did you have to leave? ❜ ❛ Why is it so hard for you to see that? ❜ ❛ Why don’t you understand? ❜ ❛ What don’t you understand? ❜ ❛ Are you joking? ❜ ❛ Did I miss anything? ❜ ❛ You don’t remember? ❜ ❛ Did you really say all that stuff about me? ❜ ❛ Did you think I would forget? ❜ ❛ How can you sit there and say that? ❜ ❛ How do you even sleep at night? ❜ ❛ Are you coming or not? ❜ ❛ Am I the only one freaked out right now? ❜ ❛ Are you laughing or crying? ❜ ❛ Who did this to you? ❜ ❛ Did someone hurt you? ❜ ❛ Is it just me or are you, like, ignoring me? ❜ ❛ You want me to apologize for something you did? ❜ ❛ Are you going to kiss me or not? ❜ ❛ Aren’t you the one who said it though? ❜ ❛ So, you don’t like me like that? ❜ ❛ Where do we go from here? ❜ ❛ Are you being serious right now? ❜ ❛ How was I supposed to know that? ❜ ❛ Oh, is that a challenge? ❜ ❛ Are you flirting with me? ❜ ❛ Are you going to let me go now? ❜ ❛ Are we done now? ❜ ❛ Why didn’t just ask me? ❜ ❛ You’re going to believe them over me? ❜ ❛ How can possibly think that? ❜ ❛ Did you even miss me? ❜ ❛ Did anyone even notice that I was gone? ❜ ❛ Why do you go around and kiss everyone? ❜ ❛ Did you kill them? ❜ ❛ Who’s blood is that? Is that your blood? ❜ ❛ Do you think this is a game? ❜ ❛ Are you having doubts? ❜ ❛ Why haven’t you been at school/work? ❜ ❛ Is there something going on that you need to tell me? ❜ ❛ You said you wanted to talk? ❜ ❛ What am I supposed to do? ❜ ❛ What did you expect to happen? ❜ ❛ How long you think you can keep this act up? ❜ ❛ You don’t like me? Do you? Like in a more than a friend way? ❜ ❛ Is that what everyone is saying now? ❜ ❛ Who do I remind you of? ❜ ❛ Are you hungry? Want to go get something to et? ❜ ❛ Are you drunk? ❜ ❛ Are you lost? ❜ ❛ What’s so great about any of that anyway? ❜ ❛ Are you even listening to yourself? ❜ ❛ What are you going to do about it, huh? ❜ ❛ What are you staring at? ❜ ❛ What are you doing out here? ❜ ❛ Why did you call the police? ❜ ❛ Wait, do you hear that? ❜ ❛ Why don’t you tell me anything? ❜ ❛ Hey, did you get me anything? ❜ ❛ Why didn’t you come over last night? ❜ ❛ What did you find out? ❜ ❛ Can I stay here for the night? ❜ ❛ Are you throwing rocks at my window? ❜ ❛ Are you crying? ❜ ❛ What are you laughing at me? ❜ ❛ Are you laughing at me? ❜ ❛ Do you not understand the word no? ❜ ❛ Is that it? Is that all? ❜ ❛ Are you in some kind of trouble? ❜ ❛ Yeah, but, you have me. So why bother? ❜ ❛ What’s love got to do with it? ❜ ❛ This is where we kiss, right? ❜ ❛ Do you ever not just only think about yourself? ❜ ❛ Are going to leave me again? ❜ ❛ What’s wrong with that? ❜ ❛ Do you have anything you need to say to me? ❜ ❛ I think I’m going to puke. Is there a trash can in here? ❜ ❛ You really don’t know why I’m mad at you? ❜ ❛ Why do you treat me like I’m not important to you? ❜ ❛ Why are you telling me this? ❛ Are you ready? ❜ ❛ What’s with all the questions? ❜ ❛ I thought this is what you wanted? ❜ ❛ Where do you think you’re going with this? ❜ ❛ You’re just going to leave? ❜ ❛ Do you trust me? ❜ ❛ You love me? Or you think you love me? ❜ ❛ When will it ever stop? ❜ ❛ Do you think it’ll ever go away? ❜ ❛ What are you doing this weekend? ❜ ❛ You called for back up? ❜ ❛ What did I just witness? ❜ ❛ How do you cope when the one you love is with somebody else? ❜ ❛ Have you ever thought it? ❜ ❛ Are you wearing a wire? ❜ ❛ Is there something wrong? ❜ ❛ Is it something I said or something I did? ❜ ❛ What’s wrong? I thought that it was okay? ❜ ❛ Are you going to hold that against me forever? ❜ ❛ So, tell me, what else is new? ❜ ❛ You never actually cared, did you? ❜ ❛ You went to a party without me? ❜ ❛ Why wasn’t I invited? ❜ ❛ Do you think that’s a little fucked up? ❜ ❛ Oh, so you do speak? ❜ ❛ Do you think it’s really worth it in the end? ❜ ❛ How many more times do I have to tell you? ❜ ❛ You didn’t think that it would bother me? ❜
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