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to-be-a-dreamer · 1 year

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Mush Meyers is a frat boy no I will not elaborate

#jac cam ray and i are having a fun vc conversation #jac tag #milk and ilk #ray tag #newsies #mush newsies

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we-are-inevitable · 17 days

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david jacobs and eldest daughter syndrome is still so special to me by the way. shouldering the responsibility of the family. the parentification of the child. the struggle to advocate for your own needs. being the catch-all for tasks no one else has the time nore the mundset to complete. reminding your siblings and your parents of everything or nothing will get done. doing the chores to appease the masses and doing them right to fix the cracks in the foundation of the family.

esther and mayer are incredible parents, there’s no denying that, but david started icking up the slack when les was born and he’s never had an easy chance to let it go. it’s part of him now, whether he likes it or not.

#this is not to say davey is feminine or that these traits are inherently feminine!#davey is not ‘the girl one’ to jack’s ‘the boy one’! that’s weird! he is a boy with the weight of the world on his family!#*on his shoulders. idk why i wrote family but i don’t wanna retype that tag #anyway. aughughahghuggh #davey jacobs #david jacobs #jac txt.#newsies #newsies musical #newsies live #livesies #uksies #west endsies

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kiki-strike · 6 months

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15 people, 15 questions

Thanks for tagging me @ozais-lobotomist !!

1. Are you named after anyone?

Yes, my real life name is named after my grandfather

2. When was the last time you cried?

I think I made myself cry thinking about fanfiction yesterday

3. Do you have kids?

I don’t even have a credit card

4. what sports do you play/have you played?

None except when I was very small and my parents tried to get me into soccer but I don’t remember it

5. Do you use sarcasm?

Yes but 3/4 of my household is autistic including me and I also don’t understand when other people are being sarcastic so it doesn’t usually go through right

6. What’s the first thing you notice about people?

Their hair and then their clothes

7. what’s your eye color?

Hazel but like mostly green

8. scary movies or happy endings?

Either if it’s a movie but only happy endings if it’s a book/fanfic

9. Any talents?

I’m pretty good at remembering sequences of numbers/words. I can read things that are really small. I’m really good at finding buried information on the internet also (not in a creepy way like in a discontinued blender parts for sale way).

10. Where were you born?

Where I live

11. What are your hobbies?

I read a lot of fanfiction and watch the same tv episodes over and over. I also like finding tunnels/cool underground things in the old part of my city

12. Do you have any pets?

Buppy. Tortoise. Snake

13. how tall are you?

4’11

14. Favorite subject in school?

History. When I was younger I would read history textbooks for fun. Percy Jackson kid, etc etc

15. Dream job?

Well my life goal is just a picture in my head of me in a bikini on the front of a yacht so… beach? Like Ken.

I actually have 15 people to tag this time!! I’ll tag @leafsfromthevine @wingstobetorn @billcipher951 @kyoshigirl @fanfic-gremlin-ft-trauma @azulaapologistforeverandalways @sulkybender @waterfire1848 @fireflaked @plantsants @juniperhillpatient @sukidude @zingay @aligoo @bellatrixobsessed1

#thanks jac :)#also to transboyzuko I only didn’t tag you bc jac already did I’m tagging you in spirit #if you see this

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moth-based-cryptology · 1 year

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last sentence tag game

tagged by: @lailuhhh

Rules: Write the latest line from your wip (or post where you last left off in your art) and tag as many people as there are words in the line. Make a new post, don’t reblog.

It takes until Race is sitting up sharply on the couch, the warm, dark hands of his older brother tight around his wrists, to realize that the person screaming is him. He breathes harshly, rough in and out of his spasming lungs, throat raw from all the noise he was making. His face is wet with tears, he realizes.

Albert’s laugh is still echoing in his ears.

tagging:

@we-are-inevitable @roideny @jack-kellys @enter-plot-holes-here

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gothsugarbunnidisco · 1 month

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jac vanek pix (+ ryan ross lewkin totally HAWT :3c)

#kittyposting #web finds #jac vanek #emo #scene #scene tag #ryan ross #me and who 🥺#scene queen #scene queens #2000s

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jack-kellys · 1 year

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cannot remember if i sent you one sooo

Monster Hunters AU/World War I AU

- @we-are-inevitable ✨

this is the second one u sent but i had like a "funny" thought abt it??

so the time period is wwi. so this is a canon era vibe, but.. without the newsies part lmaoo the gang's like in their early 20s in this let's say.

it's 1919, and the attacks in new york city are the worst they've ever been. (they're bad across the country, but nyc's been hit hard.)

davey's family is stuck in their small apartment, having no choice but to stay since the prices are higher just about anywhere else in the state. the attacks are violent, of course– ravenous, torn flesh, only leaving gory destruction in their wake. but with his family getting closer and closer to being in real danger, davey's been paying closer attention, reading every story he can catch in the other local papers, and the attacks are starting to look strategic. like those things are capable of planning and analyzing.

said things are...hard to classify. he's never seen one, it's rare people do and survive or remember, but the descriptions are never the same. some are large, a decayed color, with no discernible face besides teeth. most are said to have long, sickle-like claws due to the usual nature of attacks. but some are small and run on all four limbs, some have long, mangy manes, or weeds growing out of their veins. they're monstrous, and there doesn't seem to be any other way to put it.

but there's a pattern now, he tells his chief editor (davey's a grammatical editor primarily, not writing the stories quite yet), and how has no one said anything?

until, quite suddenly, the president wages open war against the creatures, finally, though war is a strange thing to call it. but at least davey can do something, and get these things out of his city.

the "funny" part that i was thinking about is like... basically the government puts people into five person individual squadrons based on collaboration of skills and my brain was like "oh like a d&d party"! so davey is assigned into a monster hunting dnd party consisting of uhh lets say. mush, albert, finch, specs.

their second mission after basic training takes them north of the city around sleepy hollow, since plenty of attacks have taken place in vulnerable suburbs. in fact, most of the town had been deserted, most suburban dwellers able to afford housing elsewhere. there's been a consistent group of monsters traced to this area, and they're tasked with taking them out. it's grim, but if it gets these things further than his family, then davey'll do anything.

but it's a battle.

those things are fast, quicker than finch's aim or al's grenades, and davey's commands fall short too. it comes down to close combat, specs shouting out possible exit routes while davey and the rest do their best with knives against claws.

they sink into albert's leg, and finch's side. they scrape specs' face and mush's medical attention can't keep up before he's practically swatted against a tree. davey's arm gets raked, his skin tearing while he stabs the thing the best he can glaring into its deep, night-sky eyes. he gets slammed into the ground, something cracking, hearing albert call out for him before it all fades away.

he's surprised he wakes up, but when he does, he is.. elsewhere.

definitely further into the forest of the town, greenery and tall trunks of trees surrounding them- them, since through barely-opened eyes he can make out his squad. no monsters, though, and his team is bandaged up so mush must have... but mush is unconscious with the rest of them, so who–

"morning, neighbor," is said to him, and davey looks up. a young man is in front of him, accent a bit heavier than his own, but certainly manhattan. davey can barely move–pretty sure he's broken a few ribs–and the man seems to sense this and kneels down. he looks familiar. messy dark hair, deep tan skin with a rosy undertone, and even deeper, night-sky eyes.

davey's own widen. the man grins, and his teeth are a bit mismatched and sharp. now that he has davey's attention, he notices the man has bandages hidden under his shirt from where davey must have stabbed him.

"i'm called jack. i'm gonna tell you a story, but if you don't believe it, i'll have to kill you and your team so you don't squeal. deal?"

not like davey has much choice. "...deal."

soooooo Basically. the "monsters" are government experiments on young humans gone wrong and they are now getting revenge on the country <3. so the war is a front to basically exterminate the government's failure to create what was likely meant to be supersoldiers!!

#newsies #davey jacobs #jack kelly #anyway this is so slay #its not a fantasy/sci fi newsies au without defying authority and systematic oppression!!!!#thank u jac!!#newsies aus #fizz answers #fizz wants to write #this is the definition of a snippet.. my ghost thing was not #fizz freaks #mush meyers #medic mush is actually very personal to me ok #albert dasilva #finch cortes #specs #specs newsies #specs's last name is sani in my brain but the newsies tag doesnt know that :(#mutuals

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transboysokka · 3 months

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got to see my beloved Lake Michigan (and icy pier) before leaving 😍😍😍

#don’t remember my photos tag so #mine #went with jac it was fun

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autumnalwalker · 1 year

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10 Songs Tag

Thank you for the tag, @writernopal.

Continuing from my Empty Names playlist. Previous times pulling from that playlist are here and here.

Passing the tag to @blind-the-winds, @ceph-the-ghost-writer, @lovely-ashes09, @sam-glade, @cljordan-imperium, @aether-wasteland-s, @druidx, @oh-no-another-idea, @winterandwords, @void-botanist, and the usual open tag to anyone else.

Your Eyes, Will I Ever? by Krill (Sullivan about Carnette)

Beautiful and Tragic by Adam Neely(Lacuna and Jac)

Rule #9 - Child of the Stars by Fish in a Birdcage (Ashan)

world.execute(me); by Mili (Jac)

Grenadine by Dreadlight(Eris)

12 by kroh (Sullivan)

Lose Control by Evanescence (Road to Sullivan)

Best Shot by Mountains vs. Machines (Eris)

The Truth by 36 Questions (Sullivan and Road)

Between My Teeth by Orla Gartland (Sullivan about Road)

#It's going to be a LONG time before Jac ever shows up #despite his introduction being one of the first scenes I sketched out for the initial Empty Names brainstorming #His eventual inclusion is obscurely foreshadowed in Chapter 6 though #tag game #10 songs #writeblr #music #Empty Names

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to-be-a-dreamer · 2 years

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Julie and the Phantoms AU

What's going on y'all I've been enabled so now y'all get some half-baked angst!

Huge thanks to @we-are-inevitable for helping me finish this AU because it's been sitting on the back burner for literal months and I could never figure out all the details on my own.

CW: death, homophobia, terminal illness, emotional abuse

Okay, so! Here's the characters we're working with (they're not perfect stand-ins, this is just the general role they'll be fulfilling in the story)

Jack Kelly - Julie Molina

Racetrack Higgins - Rose Molina (he's Jack's younger brother tho)

Charlie Morris- Carlos Molina

Medda Larkin - Ray Molina

Spot Conlon - Flynn Taylor

David Jacobs - Luke Patterson

Sarah Jacobs - Alex Mercer

Albert DaSilva - Reggie Peters

Katherine Pulitzer - Willie

Joseph Pulitzer - Caleb Covington

Bryan Denton - Tia Victoria

Don't ask about Nick and Carrie, we don't talk about them, they've caused me so many problems in this AU. There's a version floating around in my brain with Spot and Race as Nick and Carrie. I've been through some things.

ANYWHO I have no idea how to structure this post because there is so much going on so we're just gonna start and hope for the best. I think we'll go by character and talk about where each of them is at the beginning of the story because I don't 100% know how everything fits together yet. Fingers crossed that this is somewhat comprehensible.

(Also, in case you haven't watched the show, Luke, Reggie, and Alex are all members of the band Sunset Curve, who died in 1995 before manifesting as ghosts in 2020. So when I'm talking about David, Sarah, Albert, and Les, their backstories take place in 1995)

Jack Kelly

Jack loves music, it’s basically his entire life. He spends all his free time out in the garage writing and playing songs with his little brother, Race. They would always talk about making it big one day and becoming a famous singing duo. But really what Jack loved was being able to share something special with his brother. He never felt closer to Race than when they were making music together. The two of them would sit side-by-side at the piano with their youngest brother, Charlie, and their adoptive mother, Medda, listening to them play and joining in when they knew the words. Those impromptu little concerts with the three people he loved most in the world were some of the happiest memories of Jack’s life.

Then Race got sick. Then Jack had to watch his fun-loving, goofy, energetic little brother waste away in a hospital bed so quickly it made Jack’s head spin. Then Jack was left with a garage full of instruments he couldn’t bear to play and half-written songs he didn't know how to finish.

He's still close with his mom and Charlie, but there's been a... shift... in the air around the house. He's written some short poems, but nothing substantial, nothing like what he used to write with Race. Jack doesn't play the piano anymore. He doesn't sing in the car or the kitchen like he used to. He hasn't even so much as hummed since Race died. He can't. Every time he even considers making music all he can think about is Race using what little strength he had left to ask Jack to sing for him one last time. All he can see is his little brother taking his last breaths as Jack sang him a soft, desperate plea. ("You'll never know, dear, how much I love you. Oh, please don't take my sunshine away")

Jack doesn't want to sing anymore. He can't sing anymore. So he doesn't. He tries to pretend that he doesn't need music anymore and just goes on with his life as best he can. He cheers at Charlie's Buddy Ball games and helps his Ma cook dinner every night and bothers his Uncle Denton at work and laughs with his best friend, Spot, and does everything he can to ignore the gaping hole in his heart.

He doesn't need music. Not really. He doesn't even want to make music without Race there to do it with him.

Jack Kelly does not need music.

He doesn't.

Don't ask why he still signs up to be in the music program the next school year. Don't ask why he can't bear to sell his keyboard like he told Medda he was planning to. Don't ask why he's so so disappointed in himself when he can't bring himself to just play when he's told he has one last chance to participate in music class before he gets kicked out.

It doesn't matter.

David Jacobs

David loves music, it’s basically his entire life. He loves singing, he loves playing guitar, he loves writing songs, he loves everything about it. He lives and breathes music, he doesn't want to do anything with his life other than make music to share with the world. That's the whole problem.

His parents have always told him he has great "potential". That he's smart enough to get into the top universities in the country and to get a full-ride basically anywhere. All he has to do is focus on his studies and fill out his resume with extracurriculars and work experience. Apparently, spending every waking hour of the day writing songs and rehearsing with his band doesn't count as "extracurriculars" to them.

He knows they just want what's best for him, he knows they just want him to get into a good college and get a good job one day. He knows that. But he just wishes they would understand that music is what he's passionate about, it's what he loves, and it's the only thing that makes him feel truly alive. David knows he's smart, he knows he could probably go to some big-shot college and become a lawyer or a doctor or something but he doesn't want to. He wants to write songs and share them with the world. He wants to do something actually meaningful with his life.

It's... tense... at home, to say the least. His parents get mad every time he brings home any grade less than an A, which is becoming increasingly more common as Sunset Curve, the band Davey started with his twin sister, Sarah, and their two best friends, Albert and Bobby, has started gaining some real traction in Hollywood. (I think Bobby is still Bobby, it doesn't really change anything about the story so he might morph into one of the Delanceys at some point, I dunno) His mom keeps signing him up for after-school activities against his wishes and then gets upset when he blows off the meetings to rehearse with the band. His dad keeps trying to get him a job at the company he works for but Davey never sticks around long enough for him to set up an interview. He manages to pacify them a bit by volunteering as an assistant coach for his little brother, Les's, little league team, but it barely helps.

The last straw for David is the day his sister, Little Miss Perfect Sarah, who had always followed every single outrageous rule and expectation his parents gave her, manages to work up the courage to come out to their parents and they act like she just confessed to a murder. There's a lot of yelling and, for the first time in his life, David worries that his mother might hit Sarah, she looks so angry. His sister leaves the house with tears streaming down her face and David moves to follow her before realizing he would be leaving Les alone with his parents looking absolutely murderous. He doesn't think they would actually hurt Les, but he's not taking any chances.

As David sits in bed with his little brother curled up at his side and trying to block out the sound of his parents fighting with each other over whose "fault" this was, David finally accepts what he's always tried to deny.

His parents would never truly accept him. He'd always wondered if he just did what they wanted, if he just worked hard to keep his grade up and joined all the clubs they wanted and got into a good college and got a good job that they would be proud of him. He had convinced himself that they would, that he was choosing their disappointment by pursuing a career in music.

But now he knew better. If they could manage to go from looking at his sister as if she'd hung the stars in the sky to borderline disowning her in a split second, they could never truly love him. Their love was and always had been conditional, and David had no intentions of fulfilling those conditions just to be accepted by the people who had never even tried to understand him.

Sarah came back after spending a couple nights at the studio (aka, Bobby's garage) but it didn't change David's mind. His mother kept insulting Sarah every chance she got and his father wouldn't even look at her. The twins spent a lot of time writing songs together at the studio, avoiding their parents together. Sarah insists that she's okay, that she had expected their parents to react the way they did and she just wanted to wait out the storm until they hopefully came around. David sees straight through her lie but doesn't comment on it.

David isn't sure what does it. But one day he's finally had enough. He comes home with yet another B- on an English paper and endures the lecture from his father and the screaming from his mother with a blank stare and no emotion in his heart other than mild disgust. Then he goes to his room, packs as much as he can into a duffle bag, and heads straight to Sarah's room. She knows exactly what he's doing without a single word exchanged between them.

"So that's it, huh?" "Come with me." "Davey, I can't" "Sarah, they're never going to change! Never. I know you want to fix things with them but there's nothing to fix. They never loved us. Not really. Not in the way you want them to." "Don't you think I know that? I'm not stupid, Davey, I know this isn't the way things are supposed to be but it's the way things are. And I- I know it's pathetic but I want them to love me. I want my parents back. So... so I have to try, Davey, just let me try." "...Fine. You know where to find me once you've had enough of their bullshit." "What should I tell Les?" "I- I'll figure that out later. I'll skip class and catch him at school before he gets on the bus and say goodbye then. I just. I can't stay here another second."

So Davey leaves and hides out at the studio. He never manages to catch Les in time to talk to him but Sarah tells him plenty of stories about what's going on at home. It took his parents three days to realize he was gone. They weren't happy. Davey couldn't care less about their happiness.

His parents don't even try to get him to come home, which just reinforces Davey's certainty that he did the right thing. According to Sarah, they're "waiting him out", expecting him to come running back to them within a week.

Davey never sees his parents again.

He's not particularly bothered.

Davey spends all of his time writing songs about anything and everything. Some of it meaningless, most of it not. He's never been that great at talking to people, so he pours every pent-up emotion he's been feeling for years into his songs. His anger towards his parents, his pleas to his sister, his regrets about his brother, his desperation to make something of himself. He writes about all of it. Some of the songs make it onto Sunset Curve's setlist, but most of them stay in his song journal.

His grades don't get any better or worse, but Sunset Curve gets big. Or, at least, big for a garage band of self-taught high schoolers with about $12 between the four of them. They start booking bigger and bigger gigs and they even manage to pull some favors and scrape together enough cash to self-record an EP.

Then their big break comes. A featured show at the Orpheum! It's everything Davey and his friends have been working towards for years. It's their chance to make it big, for real. Davey thinks about inviting his parents so they can see that he wasn't delusional, that his dreams weren't just stupid fantasies. But he talks himself out of it almost instantly. He doesn't need to prove anything to them. He doesn't want to prove anything to them. They already showed him their true colors and Davey didn't regret his choices.

The only thing he regrets is that he had to leave Les. His little brother didn't do anything wrong and he was one of the only good things about living in that house. He misses Les every single day and considers going back just for him. Sarah tells him that Les didn't handle his running away well and she can only do so much for him. Their parents haven't been taking out their anger on Les, that's the only thing giving David enough strength to stay away.

He knows it's for the best, he genuinely would have lost his mind if he had to stay in that house any longer. That doesn't make him feel any better.

His songs about Les stay private.

Sarah Jacobs

Sarah likes music. She likes her drums, even if her mother would prefer for her to spend more time practicing piano. She likes helping her brother write songs for their band and goofing off with her friends in the studio. But what she really loves is performing. There's just something about being on a stage in front of a crowd of people, buzzing with energy and knowing that she's about to blow them all away. It makes her feel absolutely electric and leaves no doubt in her mind that this is what she wants to do with the rest of her life.

If only she could muster up the courage to tell her parents that.

She admired Davey for how little he managed to care about what their parents thought. Maybe he just had a passion for music that Sarah lacked. Maybe there was more pressure on him to succeed, therefore it was easier for him to disappoint, and therefore it was easier for him to stop caring in the first place. Maybe she was just a coward.

As much as she knew that it shouldn't matter what her parents thought, as much as she knew she would be better off taking a page out of her brother's book and just doing what made her happy, as much as she knew she had what it took to succeed in music, Sarah wanted nothing more than for her parents to be proud of her. And that meant keeping her grades above a B, staying in ballet classes, going to a good college, and getting a "real" job.

Sarah hated herself for how well she played the role of Perfect Daughter. She hated how easily she slipped into the pleasant, kind, soft-spoken little girl her parents had raised her to be. She hated how she kept her head down whenever her parents ripped into David for whatever way he'd managed to disappoint them this time. She hated how no one knew who she really was, not even herself.

She wanted to be able to listen to the kind of music she liked and not be scolded for it. She wanted to wear clothes that felt like her and not like she was dressing up in a costume as someone else. She wanted to do and love and enjoy the things that she wanted to do and love and enjoy. She so was sick of pretending to be someone she wasn't. She wanted it to stop. Sarah Jacobs wanted to be herself more than anything else in the world.

Maybe that's why she did it.

Maybe that's why she had looked her mother in the eye and managed to gather up enough courage to be honest with herself for once in her life.

She wasn't sure what she had been expecting.

She knew what she had wanted. She had wanted her mother to prove her wrong. To look at her with the same amount of love and adoration she always had and to tell Sarah that she loved her no matter what she did, no matter who she loved.

Sarah isn't surprised to find herself sobbing alone, curled up on the couch in the studio after listening to two people who were supposed to love her unconditionally call her the vilest names in the English language.

And it hurts. It hurts so so much. She had always known, deep down inside, that her parents would never accept her for who she was. That was why she had always hidden her true self so deep down that even Sarah herself didn't know what her true colors were.

She had always known what would happen when she finally revealed those colors.

But knowing you're about to be stabbed doesn't make it hurt less. It doesn't stop the knife from piercing straight through your chest, making it impossible to breathe through the pain. It doesn't stop you from feeling the blade twisting inside your heart, destroying every last shred of hope.

She goes back home. David tells her to stay at the studio, that he'll take care of her there and that it'll be easier, in the long run, to cut their parents off then and there. She knows he's right. But she can't help but want her parents to love her again. If they had ever truly loved her to begin with.

So she goes back, she endures the anger and the hatred, she watches her brother leave her to pick up the broken pieces of their family all alone, she lets her parents blame her for David leaving, she lets Les scream that he hates her for not stopping him, and she lets him come back an hour later to sob through his apology.

She lets it happen.

And her parents stop screaming at her every time she walks by, resorting to ignoring her as if that meant she didn't exist. And Les stops begging her to convince David to come home, deciding he hates his older brother for leaving him and crying into David's pillow when he thinsk she wasn't looking. And Sarah plays her role of the perfect daughter when they're out in public, resisting the urge to flinch every time her mother puts an arm around her waist with a fake smile plastered on her face.

She had revealed one of her true colors and it had ruined everything.

She didn't regret it for a second.

Charlie Morris

Charlie is ten years old. That doesn't make him stupid. He understands what's going on around him, no matter how hard his mama and his older brothers try to hide just how bad things are. He knows why Medda is constantly working overtime, but makes sure it's only at night so she can spend every possible second at home with her boys. He knows why Jack looks so sad and lost all the time and why he can hardly bear to let his little brothers out of his sight for longer than a few minutes. He knows why Race isn't going to school anymore and why he doesn't help out at Charlie's Buddy Ball games like he used to and why he keeps waking up in the middle of the night with coughing fits so loud Charlie can't sleep through them even though their bedrooms are on opposite sides of the house.

He knows why Medda and Jack look so frantic when they can't get Charlie's big brother to stop coughing and just breathe and why Medda makes him and Jack stay in the other room when the ambulance comes and why Jack is holding onto him so tightly while they wait for Uncle Denton to arrive. He knows why the doctors and nurses keep giving him sad smiles while he sits in the hard, uncomfortable chair of the hospital waiting room and why his mama looks so sad when she tells him he has to say goodbye to his big brother and why Race looks so unbelievably tired as he manages to give Charlie a small smile.

He knows why Race doesn't say anything when Charlie lays down next to him and just wraps an arm around his shoulders, letting Charlie ramble about everything and nothing. He knows why Race rarely even opens his eyes over the next few days and why Jack stops driving him to school in the mornings. Instead, Uncle Denton picks him up and brings him to the hospital where Medda and Jack had spent the night. He knows why everyone looks so heartbroken when Race finally manages to stay awake long enough to talk and his only request is for Jack to sing to him.

He knows why his mama is hugging him tight to her chest, her tears soaking into his hair, as the steady beeping that was always running slowed to a stop. He knows why Jack breaks down into heartwrenching sobs as soon he finishes his song. He knows why Uncle Denton doesn't even say anything, he just pulls Jack into his arms and stares at Race. At his body.

Charlie knows why he's never going to see his big brother again. He knows why Jack won't even hum along to the radio anymore and he knows why Medda can't bear to touch anything in Race's room, even though there's dirty laundry on the floor and he knows she hates that. He knows why Uncle Denton keeps bringing homemade dinners over every single night and why he keeps smiling and joking as if nothing's wrong. He knows why his teachers don't seem mad when he doesn't have any of his homework done when he comes back to school two weeks later.

He knows what Medda and Jack mean when they sit him down and gently explain that Race had to "go away" to "be an angel". He knows that Jack can barely drag himself out of bed every morning and that Medda is struggling just to hold herself together as it is. He knows that they don't need him to be having a breakdown every time he feels like it (which is fairly often, if he's being honest). He knows that at least one person in his family needs to be okay.

So he tries his best to go back to normal, to tell Jack all about this day like he always does, even when he just wants his brother to hold him close and let him cry. Jack smiles every time, so Charlie thinks it's worth it. He tells his mama jokes and stories while she cooks dinner, even though he wants to tell her about how much he misses his brother and how angry he is that he had to go. Medda laughs at his jokes every time, and Charlie knows it's worth it.

Uncle Denton gets him a tablet for his eleventh birthday, and Charlie discovered pages upon pages of stories, information, and videos about ghosts and the afterlife. Charlie thinks a part of him knows that none of it is true, but come on, can you blame him for wishing there was a way to know Race was still out there somewhere?

That's all Charlie wants. He just wants his big brother back.

Les Jacobs

Les is ten years old. That doesn't make him stupid. He understands what's going on around him, no matter how hard his older siblings try to hide it from him. He knows that Davey and his parents are always one wrong look away from the next fight. He knows Sarah would do anything in the world to make their parents happy, even though they treat her like garbage. He knows that as soon as he's old enough for his parents to start setting expectations of him, he'll be going through the exact same things.

He knows that it wasn't Sarah's fault that Davey left, and he'll feel sick to his stomach for the rest of his life every time he thinks about the things he said to her when he was too angry and hurt to think straight.

He knows that Davey would have moved mountains for him, that he never would have left Les if he had any choice. But he still can't understand why he never even said goodbye. He can't understand why Davey never came back for him. He can't understand why Davey would leave him and Sarah to fend for themselves.

He can't decide which of his siblings is being braver, David for having the strength to get out while he still could, or Sarah for having the strength to stay and try to fix things. Either way, Les is glad to have her around and, years later, when he knows that those three months were the worst three months of his life, his biggest regret in the world is that he never took a break from his forced anger to tell Sarah how much he loved her.

His parents dismiss Sarah's invitation to the band's show with an air of annoyance and indifference, but Les couldn't be happier. Davey would be there. And as much as Les has been trying to hate his older brother for more-or-less abandoning him, he can't help but feel giddy at the prospect of seeing him again. Sarah arranges for him to ride to the show with Bobby's parents under the guise that Les is spending the night with a friend.

Les is giddy with excitement the whole week leading up to the show and, as Sarah tells him goodbye before she leaves a few hours early to run a soundcheck, Les barely even gives her a second look, too busy digging through his closet to find the matching shirt he and Davey had gotten on vacation the year before.

It's not until days later that he realizes that was the last time he saw his big sister alive.

He's not quite sure why Bobby's parents seem so worried when they arrive at the theatre. It's a bit empty outside but they are kinda early. He doesn't like how Mrs. Shaw squeezes his hand tighter while she speaks softly to the worker at the ticket booth with a mixture of shock and horror on her face. He can’t understand why Bobby is sitting alone backstage or why he bursts into tears the second he sees Les or why he can’t stop crying long enough to answer him when he asks “Where’s Davey?”

His parents don’t show up at the hospital for nearly four hours. No one can get ahold of them, apparently. Les isn’t sure where they could be. He doesn’t know what could possibly be more important.

Albert’s dad and brothers are around somewhere, Les saw them come in but they didn’t exactly exchange small talk.

Bobby and his parents are the ones to tell him what happened. Mrs. Shaw is the one to pull him in close and wrap him tight in her arms while he cries. Mr. Shaw is the one to hold his hand when they finally let him see his siblings after hours and hours of begging. Bobby is the one to hold him close when he runs out of tears and can’t bear to do anything else.

Les is ten years old. That doesn’t make him stupid. He knows that his parents are the reason Davey never came home. He knows his parents are the reason Sarah was so miserable all the time. He knows that maybe they couldn’t have done anything to stop what happened that night, but they sure as hell took away Les’ chance to say goodbye.

So when his parents finally show up having the audacity to look like they’d been crying, Les doesn’t run into his mother’s waiting arms when she calls out to him. He buries his head back in Bobby’s shoulder and ignores her, just like she ignored every desperate plea Sarah ever cried. He pulls away from his father’s uncharacteristically gentle touch and begins to walk away. And when his father tries to follow after him, like he never, ever did for Davey, Les yells at them to leave him alone, in the coldest voice he can muster.

He never quite remembers exactly what he said to them, but he knows it was all true. That they were the ones who drove Davey away, that they never once believed in him, that he was right to leave them, and that Les is surprised he stuck around for as long as he did. That they treated Sarah like she was nothing, less than nothing, that she had done everything for them, that all she had ever wanted was for them to love her. He tells them that his siblings died hating them and that he would die the same way.

He’s pretty sure Bobby’s parents stuttered out something about grief and Les not really meaning it but he did. And his parents knew he did. Because they knew he was right.

They could spend the rest of his childhood honoring his siblings and pretending they were heartbroken. They could keep trying to have a relationship with him and keep trying to “learn from their mistakes”. They could give Les the entire world and it wouldn’t change what they had done.

They had stolen something from Les that he could never get back, and he had no intentions of ever forgiving them for that.

Yeah so those are the only characters I've put a lot of thought into, so we're gonna do a rapid-fire version of the last four that are important to the plot. They'll all probably develop more as the AU goes on, and feel free to send an ask if one of them catches your eye!

Albert DaSilva

Listen, I love Reggie Peters with all my heart, he's probably my favorite character on the show. But I could not for the life of me figure out what to do with him in this AU. Jac suggested Albert be the third member of Sunset Curve and while I'm super excited to explore this version of the character, I have absolutely zero thoughts about his backstory.

Like, I guess I could do what I did with David and Sarah and just. combine his Newsies fanon backstory with his JATP counterpart's backstory, but I'm not 100% sure how to do that. He's definitely got some kind of daddy(?) issues 'cause I'm giving him Reggie's one-sided friendship with Ray/Medda

As of right now, Davey and Sarah are having a shared crisis, and Albert's just having fun hanging out with Medda and messing around with Charlie. He is simply vibing.

I told Jac that he would probably gain some trauma as the AU progressed and they responded, and I quote, "i cannot WAIT for this"

Send me an ask if you want Albert to get trauma and/or daddy issues.

Spot Conlon

Spot as Flynn is probably the best decision I have ever made in my entire life because they're such different characters but also they are exactly the same.

He’s doing all the same things that Flynn does, he tries to help Jack stay the music program, he gets mad when Jack lies to him about the band, he helps Jack get through the ups and downs of life, and he’s Jack’s #1 fan (he’ll accept being tied for first with Medda and Charlie)

It’s just. He’s also Spot. If you know what I mean. I don’t know how else to describe his role in the story, he’s Jack’s ride or die and that’s all there is to it.

Spot’s still a DJ I think, but I feel like he’s got a funny story for how he got into doing that. Or just how he ended up in the music program in general. Also, yes, during the I Got The Music scene, Jack does daydream Spot rapping. He’s very confused afterwards but I think it’s funny so it stays.

Joseph Pulitzer

He's taking on Caleb's role.

He's a creepy magician guy.

He manipulates his daughter.

He sucks.

That is all.

(I mean like I'll give him a backstory if you want but yeah, his main character trait is: sucks)

Katherine Pulitzer

Katherine my beloved!!!!

Okay so her backstory is incredibly involved with Pulitzer's (duh) so I guess this is kind of like a 2-for-1 type thing here.

Anywho, Katherine and her father were a double act together performing magic! I'm thinking around the 1970s or 1980s ish. She enjoyed performing but she wasn't a fan of her dad. He didn't really care about her, he just cared about how he could use her to make his show better.

She's only seventeen, so she doesn't really have a choice, but she's been making plans to get away from him the second she can, and then... well... she's not really sure. She's going to start out performing on her own, just to make enough money to keep a roof over her head, and then she'll figure it out from there. Maybe she'll find something she's actually passionate about. Maybe she'll be a performer for the rest of her life.

Katherine doesn't care. All she cares about is getting away and making something of herself. She doesn't care what she ends up doing with her life as long as it's something she can call hers.

Yeah so then a few months before her 18th birthday, one of her father's magic acts goes horribly, horribly wrong and that's the end of her story.

And then she becomes a ghost.

And now she's stuck under her father's thumb for the rest of eternity.

If only someone would come along and help her learn that she doesn't have to let her father define her and that she does have the power to stand up to him and take him down. And if only that someone was also very smart and funny and pretty and was a drummer in a 1995 rock band and was also struggling with figuring out who she was without her parents around to tell her....

IF ONLY

So yeah! That's more or less everything I have for this AU so far! I do have some ideas in mind for different scenes and overarching plotlines, so please please do drop an ask if you want to hear more! Ideas include but are not limited to:

Unsaid Emily scene but with Les! (I have a song in mind :D)

Wake Up scene but with Jack!

Les growing up and having to watch his siblings' best friend getting famous off the songs he stole from them (see it's even Worse because most of the songs are about his family because Davey wrote all of them)

Jack and Charlie having a nice little heart-to-heart about grief and such (it is criminal that we never got a scene between Julie and Carlos talking about how his obsession with ghosts and the supernatural was his way of coping with his mother's death)

Sarah and Katherine meeting for the first time

Albert telling Jack about Les (That scene from episode 5 where Julie calls Luke selfish and Alex+Reggie tell her about his mom)

Sarah running off to the studio after coming out to her parents (I have an idea for this scene that involves Albert! Mans gets to actually do things!)

Once again, huge thanks to Jac for their help with this AU and I hope y'all like it! I have spent two days writing this post instead of working on a paper that's due in 2.5 hours! Haha send help :D

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Lofty of BBC's Holby City was maybe one of the worst characters on the show. Is this a hot take? Do people outside of me and my family somehow adore Lofty? I can't imagine how. Here is my hateful mean and nasty reasoning. Read at your own risk I'm not accepting criticism at this time lmao:

A) he was effective comic relief on Casualty because it's the Emergency Department and moments of Lofty tripping over or doing a social faux pas are necessary tension breakers in episodes where people are constantly at deaths door.

Casualty is (when it's GOOD) required to have at least a third of the episode dedicated to a narsty horrible accident (hell yeah) and tensions are always running high so you can see how having someone a be awkward is not going to be the worst thing that happened to them that day.

Holby City is a more hospital staff focused show (although again. If there's less than a third of an episode focused on patients it is probably a bad episode. PLEASE HAVE PATIENTS IN YOUR HOSPITAL SHOW.) but there's a lot of waiting around for people in Holby because it's the longer term care zone. If Lofty is dropping stuff in the background of scenes with this lower energy it suggests he has some sort of untreated disability rather than 'argh I'm frantic OOPS'. He is painted more as incompetent on Holby compared to their more grounded staff. Which makes everyone ELSE look incompetent for putting up with it. (To be clear!!!! I'm not saying people with disabilities are incompetent lol if he had one it would have been a storyline!! And if he had one and none of the doctors who see him every day flagged it it also makes them look incompetent. He doesn't CARE enough to be CAREful. And in a show ABOUT caring for vulnerable people as far as you absolutely can. That's a big problem.)

Like the thing is. Characters on Casualty can be one note architypes forever because they're doing medical CSI. Holby spends so much more time with the cast, they NEED to become more complicated and Lofty never does, he's the same guy no matter what happens. The only other guy like that in Holby is the incomparable Guy Self and he's a villain! He is a villain for never changing or trying for anyone! And even he TRIES to reform occasionally. Lofty (and the SHOW) doesn't see a problem with him perpetually disengaging from making emotional choices, putting most of the work of maintaining relationships on other people, and generally coasting through a profession that everyone else is giving 110% to. The building could be on fire and he'd wander outside and not think to rescue any of the patients unless someone else told him to.

B) the B is for Bisexual. Bisexual representation on Holby City where he cheats on his husband with a woman. It's a yikes from me.

C) speaking of Dom. God their relationship was horrible. POOR FUCKING DOM. tw abuse. Lofty talks to and believes Dom's abusive ex over him? He hugs the guy that RECENTLY pushed Dom down a flight of stairs? And they're still supposed to be a cutesy couple by the end of this? He shuts down Dom's excitement constantly? Hello??

D) the D is again for Dom because. It's their one year anniversary. By the way it was on their honeymoon that Dom couldn't go on to support his sick mother that Lofty cheated on Dom. Just by the way. BY THE WAY if your husband says he's going to stay home for your honeymoon and insists you go by yourself so he can stay home to support his sick mother. Maybe. Hm. Stay and support him instead. Just a fucking thought.

Lofty decides it's not working and they amicably split up (Dom is an angel sent from gay heaven by the way. I perhaps have my biases.) Dom kindly gives him the quirky and personal gift he'd bought him for their one year wedding anniversary as Lofty unicycles away (it may have been a bicycle but I picture it as a unicycle). Lofty gives him. Nothing. Which means that this man sat there as they planned a big anniversary party and not ONCE. not ONCE did he consider buying Dom an anniversary present. Because he's an arse!!!!

E) he only does this :| or this :/ for any emotion. I love characters with flat affects, for example my close personal friends Hannah Supernatural, Abed Community, and also as well my actual real human friends who do this 💖💖💖. HOWEVER. Lofty doesn't show emotion any OTHER way either. There IS nothing going on in his heart. He has passion for nothing. He goes where other people point. He avoids giving his opinion because he doesn't have any. This makes him a bad tv character for a drama. Opinion IS story on Holby. There is an issue, they all take sides and fight over it, and he doesn't get involved.

Anyway. Show's been over for over a year I will never have to see Lofty's face ever again as long as I live unless I for some reason decide to do a bizarre Holby City Rewatch and keep going to season 19.

By the way as I was looking up when he came to the Holby side of Holby City Hospital, I found this quote from his wiki page:

"Lofty is portrayed as a nice person who is likeable and popular."

Hm. He IS PORTRAYED as a nice person. The show thinks he's a nice person who is likable. However.

This concludes my ministry of hate.

#perhaps i am giving more credit to holby's character arcs than they truly deserve lmao #it's possible I just like the characters more so invent more depth for them than those on Casualty #but I don't think that's true. charlie fairhead growth (nonexistent) vs jac naylor growth in the same timeframe #btw I hate charlie too is THAT a hot take dhahfjs he's annoyingggg #anti lofty #is that a tag snfbsnf #if YOU like lofty I don't hate YOU and I hope this doesn't come up in the Lofty tag #i just started thinking about this man and it pissed me off all over again. he SUCKS.#if you're reading this not knowing anything about these shows. hello 👋 👋 hi!!!#Casualty is the BBCs answer to ER and Holby City is a spinoff that focuses on long term patients #they are both set in the same hospital. they will go in a lift and arrive in the other show's location #frequently one will blow up or be otherwise destroyed (for example Casualty's hilarious helicopter crash for a 300th episode that killed.#zero members of the main cast. no permanent changes occuered from this helicopter crash)#also they have different pubs outside that the staff frequent. and different porters.#and different outside buildings which do not show the other side #and riots outside one while the other is unaffected #this is fine and good!!! but it is funny

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we-are-inevitable · 3 months

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For the ask game: 7, 23?

7. Rare headcanons you hate?

racetrack higgins wouldn’t wear rainbow-washed outfits in modern era. i genuinely can’t think of anymore rare headcanons LMAO

23. Share a piece of a WIP.

from my new eldritch au!! a bit of exposition:

He learned to hunch his shoulders and keep his voice quiet and soft. The clothing he wore was too big, to hide what he could from the world. He sat in the back of classrooms so he wasn’t in anyone’s way- being a 5’8” sixth grader was difficult. It was hard to keep himself small.

But his dreams? They were big. The biggest thing about him, the thing he refused to shrink.

Like his dream to work on rocket ships, even though he knew there was a lot of math involved in that, and he’s not all too good at math. Numbers– they never meshed well with him. He didn’t understand them the way he could understand words. That led to his next dream: being a writer, an author, a storyteller. At seven years old, he wrote his first book, one about a kitten stuck in a tree and overcoming a fear of humans to accept help, and touch, and love. His mother liked it so much that she kept that book– one made of printer paper with shaky pencil handwriting and misspelled words and crooked staples– on their coffee table in the living room for years. She would boast about how her son was going to be a writer one day. His father thought it was cute and a fun hobby, until writing replaced any interest in sports, or cars, or hunting.

His third dream was a bit loftier. Make his father proud of him.

#ty!!!#isabel tag #newsies #jack kelly #davey jacobs #ask a jac !

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justatinybunwriting · 10 months

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Playing With Fire 2

My continuation of a story I posted last week where I incorporate words from a prompt list @lorichu and @gtypewriter made.

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Chapter 2: Cords

With a snap, a small flame appeared above the sorcerer's fingertip, followed by another, as the fiery spectacle increased to one for every digit. He then proceeded to juggle them seamlessly, and by some strange circumstance it neither burned nor caused pain. The audience was captivated, and upon hearing their gasps, the magician decided it was time to showcase one of his finest acts. He began his incantation as the fires grew larger and more vibrant with every word.

"Suns of gehenna, bright as gold, I beseech thee to bring forth the wonders of the elements! Like the stars that guides travelers or the nearest sun, let there be known the true beauty of its internal flame!"

After a wave of his arms, the fireballs instantly erupted into a dazzling display of brilliant colors, as each fizzled out in a sea of orange, reds, purples and blues. The crowd watched in awe and astonishment as the blaze devolved into stardust that had begun to drift softly outside the stage. Loud cheers followed which prompted the magician to pause for a brief second to catch their eyes. He took notice of one child who had caught a stardust harmlessly in his palm. The look of wonder in their eyes.... The magician couldn't help but put a smile on his face, for this aided in giving him even more energy to charge up his spells.

As the show continued with even more stunning performances, the number of people gathered tenfold around the makeshift stage. Talk of the show had spread across the village, which brought with it the attention of men who slowly crept into the crowd unawares. The magician sensed their presence mid-spell, for he caught sight of three armored individuals who had advanced to each accessible corner. The emblems on their chests were a telltale sign that these men were not here to spectate.

"I have unfortunate news to give," the magician proclaimed with a hint of a crack in his voice, "but I must make a sudden departure! It was a pleasure sharing the gift of magic to everyone here today! When the time is right, I shall return. But until then, I bid you all farewell!"

One last spell was cast, as the entire stage was bombarded with an array of colorful smoke. Within the smog the sorcerer vanished, but he was unable to go very far. Not long after the guards made their way inside the platform, as they went so far as to topple everything in their path. The sorcerer meanwhile was just beneath their feet as he gathered as many potions and essentials as he could. He winced repeatedly upon hearing the devastation upstairs, as he hid one final knapsack under his hood. His mind raced to find a way to make himself unseen, but during the chaos he failed to see the guard who had snuck up from behind.

"Say... that was a mighty fine show you put out there." The soldier spoke, with a hint of sarcasm in his tone. The magician gave out a spontaneous squeak, though he didn't turn to face him. The guard then lowered his lip and replied darkly. "These be more than just simple card tricks though. Care to explain yourself?"

"Well you see, I can assure you that everything I perform on stage is but an act! I can prove it if you just let me--"

"Tell it to the judges when we take you into trial, witch. I'm sure the they would love to hear your story." The guard was fixing to close in, when the magician reacted in turn.

"I am but a humble magician." He spoke as he pulled out something from under his sleeve. "Just give me one moment to demonstrate!"

In an instant, a flashbang was fired between them which filled the basement with irritating smoke. The royal guard took out his blade and lunged forward, but without clear vision it's edge struck one of the shelves instead. A crash was heard from above, as well as a large yell from a different guard. A faint orange glow penetrated through the thick smoke, which the men took as a signal to follow.

Just a little further...

The sorcerer managed to tumble through the window he just demolished, small ignited wood near the exit be damned. He was about to make the sprint of his life when he found himself completely surrounded by dozens of royal guards who had laid an ambush. The magician took a sharp turn in a feeble attempt to flee, but it had all come to an abrupt end when he was suddenly struck on the back of his head. The magician crashed onto the ground and was immediately apprehended, much to the shock of some of the crowd who remained. The last thing he witnessed before he whited out was the young boy he saw in the audience prior. His smile was replaced with the start of tears as the performer was about to be taken away. The magician was thoroughly disheartened, for he shed a tear himself before his mind faded into darkness.

To spark joy in the hearts of people. That was all I ever wanted..

Some time had passed before the sorcerer came to. The next thing he knew, he was in a murky, haze filled room that he assumed was the state between reality and the unconscious mind. The magician knew that he would likely slip right back into the cloudy depths of fainting before long. Nothing was discernable to him, but one thing was abundantly clear. He was restrained from the neck down by something that had inflamed his already painful wounds. His eyes were still too weak to open, but he was able to make out the voices of those who surrounded him.

"He's a witch!" An angry male voice shouted. "I say we burn him to the stake first thing tonight!"

"We will ALL be burned to ash if you do any such thing!" A woman spoke out, "And I can tell you right now that such tactics will not work against him."

That got a few gasps out of the room. The magician tried his best to open his eyes at that statement but failed to do so. For in the patchy fog of his mind, his magical senses was able to detect a soft, golden light around the person who came forward. It was faint, yet gentle like light rain. Though it was just strong enough for the sorcerer to discern a silhouette from their external glow. They appeared to be a young woman, perhaps, who wore a robe that obscured her face. Another magic wielder... one that he was surprised to learn was treated far differently from the governing body.

"The high priestess.." The other voice, likely that of a guard, spoke. "What do you know of this foul person?"

"I know that the standard execution methods will not work on him. He will come back alive none worse for wear. But devastation unlike any we've ever seen will come to us all! If you even attempt to do more than what was done here!"

"But then, if we can't burn him alive, what can we do? We can't just let this heathen run free! He'll corrupt the others with uncleanliness! He'll--"

"Send him to the edge of the dark forest." The priestess announced. "He will die to the hands of the foul spirits who dwell there. There shall no blood be stained by the hands of our people. Lest darkness will fall upon us all."

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Among the treetops the songbirds chirped and fluttered, setting the stage of the strange serenity that filled the landscape at dawn. Contrary to the old legends, sunlight did seep into the crevices of the enchanted forest, yet it barely ever reached the forest floor normally. The result was a gentle cool breeze that persisted all year round. One of the many perks of living here as far as Jac was concerned.

The young witch would spend much of her free time perched high atop a thick branch near her tree hollow abode. She soaked in as much of the sun's rays as she could while she breathed deeply in a trance-like calm. As was often the case she would have a visitor, one who for whatever reason would try to conceal his presence even though he could never succeed in doing so.

"Goro-chan!" Jac exclaimed in a childlike tone. "You know I can sense you right? How come you've been staring at me for the past, I dunno, all morning?"

A voice rumbled in the darkness, smaller than usual. "I... you make it sound weird if you say it like that.. I'm just standing guard."

"I didn't hire you to be my bodyguard, you silly! Why don't you come up here and sit with me?"

"Um... are you sure?"

"Yeah! I'm not going to bite!" Jac chuckled.

After some hesitation, Goro swooped up and reappeared as a young man in what appeared to be some kind of robed garment and a small black hat. Fashion from his homeland, Jac figured. He slowly eased closer to the perched woman before resting just before their shoulders touched. The Beta Wile couldn't help but give off a quaint smile, for despite his initial reaction, he cherished these little moments whenever he could.

"Care to join me to gather fruits and nuts on the east side? I heard the blueberries are in season."

"Of course!" Jac replied. "I could always add to the food stock myself. Though there's never any shortage of it."

Jac looked down and fell into silence once more. Goro tilted his head slightly but chose not to say anything, allowing her room to ponder in peace. The two continued to perch together for some time until Jac felt boredom settle in. Figuring it was time to get a move on, Goro transformed into his avian form, and with the witch securely mounted they took to the skies. They had all the time in the world, so they continued to bask in each other's company all the while.

The berry pickings were plentiful as was expected, but that wasn't the first thing Jac and Goro noticed upon arrival. Immediately, their attention shifted towards the charred grass and singed dirt nearby which had all pointed towards a struggle that carried on across a field. Goro stayed airborne as he followed the burn tracks, while Jac tapped into her senses to scan for any signs of life nearby. They soon felt it simultaneously- a magical essence, fiery, yet weak, that surrounded a human silhouette who was buried deep beneath the earth.

The Tengu Wile swooped down above the exact spot where the magic's essence was at its strongest. Jac and Goro started to claw the debris and leaf litter away, and sure enough they unveiled the mouth of a steep pit. A strange net of some kind, strung together with large cords that were as thick as bamboo stalks, acted as a barricade to keep whoever was concealed within from escaping.

The activity would stir the captive awake, and he instantly locked eyes with the dim light above. The auras emitted from the two were strong, there was no mistaking it. With as much of his strength he could muster, the magician stood up and whirled a flame into being above his index finger.

"H-hello?" Cried a voice from within. "Can anyone hear me?"

Jac and the Beta Wile whipped their heads in tandem at his voice. It was difficult to make out the man's figure through the waffle-strung ropes, but the small fireball helped Jac to discern some of his features. A hood hid all but the edges of the young man's reddish hair, and he wore a purple cloak that was adorned with the elaborate patterns of suns and stars. He was covered throughout what could be seen with mud and scrapes, and could barely stand.

"Oh thank the stars we got here in time!" Jac shouted. "We're going to get you out of there! Just hang on a little longer."

"You're not one of the guards..." The man below spoke quietly, with a sigh of relief right afterwards. "You have... an aura around you."

"Yep! I'm like you, so don't you worry!" Jac replied.

The witch then tried her best to loosen the cords, but it was strung tight and barely budged. The accompanying Wile giant then attempted to break it with his razor sharp talons, but no matter what, the net remained intact.

"What the hell?" Goro spat.

"It's no use." The magician sighed. "Those ropes are protected by some kind of weird magic. It's not easy at all to get rid of."

"What? How?" Jac exclaimed. She couldn't fathom that another magic wielder could even consider working for the human enforcers. But then again, she thought, all human-likes are fickle.

"I don't understand it myself." The sorcerer shook his head. "All I know is that the spell has to be broken a certain way. I tried using my own magic against it, but it was no use."

"Well, I suppose it wouldn't hurt to try everything we can." Goro stated.

"Couldn't have said it better myself." Jac grinned. "We'll do whatever it takes to set you free. Make no mistake!"

As the sun made it's way across the sky, the two best friends tried as many skills at their disposal to destroy the seal. Transformation spells, relocation spells, shrinking spells, slide through barrier spells... Not to mention the tried and true brute force spells, yet even Jac's dark fireballs did nothing to penetrate the thick binds. This irritated the young witch immensely, for she stomped her feet and swore obscenities at every other failed attempt. Whenever this happened, Goro tried his best to quell her with a brush of a wing against her back. It wasn't enough to completely get rid of the thunderstorms in Jac's head, but it did aid to cool her down somewhat to keep her head straight.

The monster bird had a few tricks of his own, which under usual circumstances would have been considered devastating blows. Expert swings with the katana in human form, wind cutting magic in his true form, and even a bit of blue fire magic of his own. But even the mighty giant was unable to break the barrier that was set in place.

Between their attempts, Jac would gather the harvest from the nearby bushes, which she would then lower to the worn out prisoner. The sorcerer thanked her each time for the offerings, which he devoured without hesitation. Throughout the day, this helped him to gather a little bit of his strength back, which he was even more grateful for. He figured at this point he had enough energy to pull off one spell, but he had to make sure it counted.

The magician was quietly observing each attempt, as he took mental notes of every spell that was casted. One thing that he noticed was between them all, the stronger fire spells would linger the longest. Jac's most fearsome fireballs would set the ropes ablaze for a few minutes before dissipating, while Goro's blue flames wielded similar results.

"Dark magic, Soul... and inferno..." The magician uttered. "The three harmonious pyro crafts..."

"Wha?" Jac exclaimed. "I didn't quite catch that."

"I have a theory." The sorcerer announced. He then gave his findings to the duo, before adding his suggestion. "What if we combine our strongest fire spells? We have the three harmonious flames... so with our forces united, it may just be enough to disrupt the magic flow that's powering the barrier!"

"I have no idea what that means." Jac admitted. "After everything else we've tried, how sure are you that we could pull something like that off?"

"You're looking at a master magician of the art of pyromancy! If anything, I know my fire elemental magic well! Besides, as with everything else, it wouldn't hurt to at least try."

Goro was hesitant. "Wait... if what you are saying is true, wouldn't that pose a risk not worth taking? You are but a few feet away from the entanglement. Something that powerful could cause serious injury in that range."

The magician pondered for a bit, before he raised his head. "We don't have very many options. Besides, I'll be fine. I can use a protection spell if things get a little out of control." Only one spell rung in the back of his mind. To lessen the two friend's worries, however, he chose to keep that to himself.

The witch and the Wile looked at each other in silence before coming to a unanimous decision to go along with the magician's plan. They both took a moment to charge up their power, as the auras around Jac and Goro grew to a vibrant light blue and indigo respectively. Jac was the first to make a move. She uttered a near inaudible incantation under her breath, as was usual per her signature style. The blue fireballs that emitted above her palms grew larger and more brilliant, until at last she was ready to throw.

"Stand Back!!" Jac roared as she tossed dozens of fireballs onto the ropes, setting them ablaze once more. As predicted, the flames remained as it tried its best to burn into the fibers.

"Now! It's your turn!" Jac turned to Goro.

The large avian still remained reluctant, as a mild scowl appeared on his face. There was something about this idea that unnerved him, but he couldn't quite figure out what exactly. The Beta Wile chose to quiet his thoughts by shutting his eyes, as he slowly breathed out through his nose. He then went airborne and spread his wings out wide. With a single flap, scorching hot blue flames in the shape of birds appeared before him and launched into the barrier like tiny missiles. The spell combined with Jac's resulted in a spectacular blue flame which had grown exponentially in size. This left Goro and surprisingly Jac visibly shaken, as the fire was large enough to engulf far more in its surroundings, both on the surface and beneath. Jac raced towards the pit but was held back by the wing of the Wile giant. A voice could be heard from within, which had eased some of her fears.

"I'm okay! I knew you could pull it off!" The magician said, his voice oddly intense and somewhat cocky compared to his previous meekness. "Now! The moment you've all been waiting for! It is time for the epic climax!"

The magician's eyes sharpened, before he closed them shut. He took in a breath while thinking back on that glorious night. The crowd of people cheering at the marvels he made. The sense of wonder in the eyes of the small child. He reminded himself that escaping this hole will guarantee that he will put on another show again. He imagined this to was a performance, one that was treated as if his life depended on it. It was then that his aura grew tremendously, as did the fireballs that appeared above his every fingertip. The flames above obscured his form, but his voice was loud and clear. His fires grew wild at the start of his incantation, as he spoke them with much exhilaration and delight.

"Suns of gehenna, bright as gold..."

Just then, the feathers on Goro's neck puffed up, and his eyes grew wide with sharpened slits.

"...I beseech you to bring forth your power!!" The magician continued with increasing excitement. "Like the stars that guides travelers or the nearest sun, let there be known the true beauty of its internal flame!"

The ten fireballs erupted into a sea of vibrantly colored fire beams, though unlike in his magic shows, it ignited with the intent to burn everything in its path. Goro immediately grabbed Jac and tried to get some distance between them, for his instincts screamed that something horrid was about to take place. And he was right, for at that very moment the three fires molded together and bloomed high into the sky in a pillar of flames. The inferno appeared in the shape of a bird with magnificent purple and gold colors that swirled over its burning plumes. It soared in the air like a slowly ascending arrow before it disappeared entirely from view. Perhaps the flames continued into the land of the stars, but it was impossible to know.

A few minutes later, Goro opened his wing which revealed Jac as she gradually climbed out from under his protection. She took a moment to assess the situation, only to quickly learn that the ropes had indeed been charred to ash, along with a wide range of vegetation that surrounded the hole. Yet strangely enough, no new growth was affected, but every single old and fallen leaves in its path was destroyed at least partially. By sheer miracle, or perhaps due to the strange magic that they just bore witness to, no fire remained lit.

"Master Rikuo needs to know about this..." Goro uttered, his feathers still ruffled on edge.

Jac hurried to the now open pit and jumped inside, seeing that the entire ditch was completely covered with burn scars. Goro lowered his head and carefully pulled the two occupants out by the teeth. Jac then managed to drag the unresponsive magician onto a bed of grass, his body coated entirely with soot. She evaluated his vitals anxiously before getting to work on a quick healing spell. It wasn't something she was particularly skilled at, but it was better than nothing.

Goro remained in a cautious state, for he reared back while facing the magician as if he was a cornered animal ready to retaliate. Jac noticed this and cocked an eyebrow at the giant bird, before the man by her knees began to stir.

"Ahhh... my... head..." The magician spoke weakly. He then did his best to clear his throat.

"Oh thank the stars you're alive!" Jac said, as a slight hint of relief washed over her. "You need serious help. I can try to use my healing spells but it's not my specialty so I don't know how effective or how long it'll last. If only Jillian was here, I--"

"Relax... I'll be okay..." the magician tried to speak the best he could as he sensed the witch's bubbling panic. "I'm fine with basic medic skills... I know I don't look so good, but... I promise, I'll be as good as new soon."

"I can believe that." Goro replied flatly. The sorcerer looked upon the Wile giant with slight hints of fear, though he was too weak to react. It was noticeably far less pronounced compared with other humans who had encountered a Wile for the first time- another thing Jac took mental note of. The magician then said something that completely caught her off guard.

"I'm on my own... a wanderer looking for my own place..." He was addressing Goro. He paused for a moment as he tried to catch his breath before continuing. "I'm not here to cause trouble. Please believe me. Besides... I'm weak. I'm stuck like, this... I can't even change even if I wanted to."

"What do you mean?" Jac asked. Goro meanwhile, understood completely. He still remained wary for a few moments more, until he finally released the tension he had built up with a sigh.

"That... explains a lot."

"What does?" Jac was very confused.

"Truth is, in your current state, your core stands a great chance of not lasting another moon cycle without strong magic." Goro admitted. He then lowered his feathers onto the injured man before continuing. "So I will lend you some of my power."

"That... won't be necessary..."

"You value the life you have now, don't you?" Goro cuts in. "I have plenty of energy to spare, so, don't sweat it."

The magician wanted to say something back but, he was unable to find the words. What was said touched him more than he realized, as tears began to form at the base of his eyes.

"I can't... thank you both enough for everything..."

"Any good magic wielder would have done the same." Jac replied.

The young witch figured that it was best to ask questions later after the severity of the situation had passed. For now, getting the injured to a safe, secluded place was her number one priority. Goro lowered his back as the magician was escorted onto his black feathers. During this time, the magician couldn't help but allow more teardrops to run down his face. The overwhelming joy he felt when everything had sunken in. He knew not another way to express how grateful really he was.

"I'll return the favor someday..." He spoke the best he could.

"That won't be necessary! Um..." Jac looked at him before she realized. "Come to think of it, I haven't gotten your name yet."

"I am... known as the great magician of pyromancy. A showman at heart, one who knows a bit of--"

"Not that! Your actual name! We need it to conduct our healing spells. And also," Jac continued. "I would like to know. Just cause."

"Oh.." The magician normally wasn't keen on giving out his name. But to the two who had saved his life, he was more than willing.

"I'm, Aiden... what's yours?"

Next chapter>>

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TWLL ME ABOUT BRAIN DEAD THE TITLE IS 👀

- @we-are-inevitable ✨

HAHA I WAS WAITING

this is !!! javid au. davey pov, long distance relationship/online friends/songwriters au ????

it starts before they get together with the flirting and the pining and the blah blah blah blah blah and it’s basically. david jacobs’ elaborate plan to woo jack kelly via meticulous plans with all of jack’s irls to visit him. it’s a good time but i’m not very far into it

the title is from bugbear by chloe moriondo bc. david jacobs is incredibly intelligent but man if jack kelly doesn’t shut his mind down like a 2007 dell desktop computer <3

#newsies #livesies #jack kelly #david jacobs #davey jacobs #javid #jac my beloved <3 #mwah. love of my life #i’m your local jac stan #chandler the ralbert cult leader #writing javid ! imagine that !#you’ve actually heard a lot about this au #u just have a shit memory and i Do Not #so <3 yeah <3 #never not read the tags

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