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Davey Jacobs is so sure that everyone around him doesn’t like him until they prove otherwise and he’s so used to this way of thinking that he’s Fine with it. Is fine being by himself, and believing others hate him, he expects it and accepts it and it’s partly why he comes across so defensive- he doesn’t need anyone else and is (seemingly) perfectly content in his own company

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When is the last time you did a foreword roll

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for the fan history ask thing!! 📝🏃‍♂️💭 <3

What's the oldest idea for a fanfiction or art piece you can remember having?

Back when I was like 11 I was obsessed with a show called Young Dracula and I drew fanart of this one character called Ingrid- I’d drawn a design for a cake of her sitting up in a coffin (naturally, as she was a vampire) lmao

What/s your longest running fandom you still have interest in?

It’s probably newsies Or bnha! I think I was maybe?? 13 or 14 when I got into both of them? I wasn’t involved into online fandom for either of them until a couple years back

Did you ever do 'fandom' things (like art/fics etc) before you knew what fandom was

Oh 100%- for basically any media I’ve ever enjoyed- I have a vivid memory of rewriting the entirety of divergent from Peter’s perspective in a large A4 notebook by hand when I was younger

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morris delancey smells like a church. a smoky warmth that clings to the worn-through wool of his work coat, his untidy curls; an embrace of incense — frankincense and myrrh, woody and sweet — that surrounds him even hours from mass. old books and older wood, dust in the grooves of his hands in little lines of black, the breath of candles trailing him like a ghost. he smells like a ghost, like something dead, something half-sacred, something left to rot beneath high ceilings and unseeing eyes paned in stained glass. blood and dirt and red wine.

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Slowly coming to the realization I am fundamentally unable to write a fic that's not at least a little angsty... bro what

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oscar and morris exhausted and pumped up on violence and agitation and storming their way down an alley, baseball bat and brass knuckles in hand, a black eye and bloody nose between them, looking for a fight. when Oscar grins it’s shark like, his split lip cracks

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I still think often about morris delancey practically hidden down the back of a church, sat in a pew close to the door. He hasn’t taken off his hat and the underside of his boot is still covered in ash from a crushed cigarette he dropped and ground out in the doorway.

he hasn’t been to mass in years, isn’t really sure he deserves to be here at all, but over the priests voice he can just about make out the sound of his ma saying the Lord’s Prayer, and that’s enough to keep him seated till the end of service

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It’s been a while since I’ve posted a delancey hc

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a lil poem about being ace ‘for a moment’

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i think some of you dont like narratives or stories or characters i think you just like fanfiction tropes

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sup gang back on my skittery bullshit

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blinky the kid

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Personal Fan History Ask Game

Send an emoji to find out more about someone's history in fandom!

💕 Who was your first fictional crush? Do you still have a place in your heart for them?

📝 What’s the oldest idea for a fanfiction or art piece you can remember having?

🤗 What fandom did you have, or want to have a self-insert for as a child?

🤏 What’s the smallest or most niche fandom you’ve ever participated in?

1️⃣ What’s the first fandom you ever participated in online?

⏰ How old were you when you discovered fanfiction, and what was your first impression?

🏃‍♂️ What/s your longest running fandom you still have interest in?

💌 What’s the first piece of fan content you can remember encountering?

🤬 Have you ever been part of a fan community that had a bad reputation? Did they deserve it?

💘 Is there a piece of fan content you encountered that still sticks with you?

💭 Did you ever do ‘fandom’ things (like art, fic, s/i etc) before you knew what fandom was?

💀 What fandom have you participated in, or wanted to participate in, that you consider the most intimidating?

💣 Have you ever been a part of a fandom during what might be considered a major fandom event?

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Hello would anyone be interested in more Sarah Jacobs and musical delancey interactions

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Had to stop by and say your writing is absolutely incredible. The pacing the phrasing the way each character is written is just stunning especially the stuff about the Delancey’s I never thought about them that much before but now you’ve absolutely piqued my interest about them. Thank you for sharing your writing with tumblr I love it so much!

Oh sobbing, thank you so much!! I’m so glad that you enjoy my writing and really appreciate this message :’) if you ever have any requests or prompts please feel so free to send them!!

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Unrequited javid angst anyone?

Jack’s penthouse was hot under the summer sun, you could practically see the heat shimmering in the air, smell the baked concrete.

The railing of the rickety stairs up to the fire escape wasn’t any different; metal that was painfully hot to the touch as Davey dragged himself up it, brows furrowing at the heat.

It should’ve been getting cooler as they approached the end of summer but the sun apparently decided they deserved a final chance at heatstroke before he started back at school, even if it seemed to be sucking the life out of the boys one by one while they were working. Davey had extended sympathies to Katherine too, he’d seen first hand the sheen of her brow and the blush of her cheeks born of being beneath layers and layers of dress.

David wiped another bead of sweat from his forehead with the sleeve of his shirt.

It was the heat that was making him sweat, not the anxiety knotting in his stomach, not the weird toss up of excitement at going back to school versus leaving all of this behind.

Right. He felt dramatic and scolded himself for it- if he’d said that outloud to Sarah she’d roll her eyes and tell him to wise up, she’d say he didn’t have to leave anything behind. And Davey knew that too. logically.

He’d just never had anything like it before; friends like this.

It was why he was nervous to tell Jack. He tried to mask it as best he could but Jack could get weird over things like this, like the bitter hurt he sometimes hid when Davey said he was going home instead of staying at the lodge house that night, or the occasional passive aggressive jab at Race when he said he was going to be in Brooklyn for a few nights.

David was being stupid.

This was dumb.

So he shook it off and focused on the rattling metal as he climbed up the rest of the fire escape.

It seemed to get warmer the higher he got.

When he reached the top he found Jack hunched in the shaded corner, curled around a sketchbook Kath bought. David wasn’t trying to be quiet, but Jack was clearly too caught up in whatever he was doing to notice him.

He just watched him for a second, took in the way his hair swooped low over his forehead, the way his jaw was tense with concentration, the roll of his bad shoulder. His lip twitched, just slightly, fond, as Jack held his sketch up to examine it from another angle- it seemed like the best opening.

“Hey Kelly.”

Jack’s gaze shot to him, shoulders tense and on guard- defences that dropped immediately when he clocked it was Davey. Jack beamed and Davey told himself the heat in his cheeks was due to the sun beating down on them.

Jack always smiled at you like he’d been waiting to see you.

“Hey Jacobs.”

Davey felt himself pull a face, “Sounds weird coming from you,”

“Mouth any better?”

He snorted and the fire escape groaned under him as he made his way toward the shade, an area mostly capitalised by Jack and his things.

“Yeah. Loads. Can I sit?”

Jack shifted over slightly, as if to give Davey space to lean next to him.

“Suit yourself.” A smile was imbued in the words.

His voice was like the sun, warm and inviting, soft when he was like this, guard down and relaxed. Like a cat lounging in patches of light.

“You look like you’re thinking Dave,” he said as Davey lowered himself next to him, pressing his back to the cool stone wall. The relief was instant.

“I’m always thinking.”

“Yeah.” Jack spoke through a yawn. “Should be more like me. Do less of that.”

Jack batted the elbow Davey aimed at his ribs.

“At least one of us has to think sometimes, cowboy.”

“Nah. That’s what we got Kath for.”

“Oh right, course. Thank god for that.”

“Yeah,” his grin was easy. “That’s what I keep sayin’.”

They fell into a comfortable silence after that, and when Davey glanced to his right Jack had his head leant back against the brick, eyes closed.

He looked young like this, relaxed in a way that was rare.

The sketchpad was splayed open next to him, David could make out the curls indicative of Katherine, a smile that Jack managed to capture the brightness of even on paper. It was cute, that brightness they shared, a thread of vitality that drew them to eachother; her smile and Jack’s voice and the electricity between them-

if his stomach twisted he ignored it.

It was just the heat.

Instead he inhaled and let his head drop back against the brick in a mimic of Jack, except his hands were playing at the helm of the shirt he could feel himself sweating through.

“You know,” he said, another voice among the symphony of New York City, half of him hoped Jack wouldn’t hear it. “My dad is getting better.”

He didn’t look over to see if Jack had opened his eyes; he focused all his attention on the feeling of a loose thread between his finger tips and the feeling of Jack’s arm pressed against his own.

“Yeah?” Jack hesitated, “That’s good.”

If it were possible, David would’ve been happy to sit in complete silence for the next hour, an attempt to save this. To maybe hold onto the summer for a little longer, to hold onto this version of Jack, sun drunk and sleepy and content. But he was never good at keeping his mouth shut, and there was no point in delaying the inevitable, especially when they both knew it was coming.

Jack was smart and this was a simple conclusion.

“Yeah.” The sun seemed to be getting hotter, “It is. It is.”

“So you’re-“

“Yeah. In September.”

Jack was silent. Davey let it sit for a beat.

And then it went on too long.

Something shifted.

“Jack-“

“No it’s fine. You’re goin’ back to your fancy school and we’ll be goin’ back to work.”

Jack’s arm pulled away from his own and Davey bit back the immediate urge to be defensive. He was prepared. He’d expected this reaction, because as selfless as Jack was, sometimes he couldn’t see outside himself.

“Jack-“

“So you ain’t sellin’ with us no more?”

“I- if I have time-“

“Right.” It was short paired with a swallow and his gaze narrowing in on the city like he was doing his best to not look Davey’s direction. He was succeeding. That’s what it took for him to stop swallowing everything back.

“Jack, you’ve spent half your life tellin’ your friends you’re gonna up and leave at any minute. It ain’t fair of you to get mad at me for going back to school.”

They’d never talked about it, not really, but it didn’t take much to work out that Jack and the concept of trust were in an ongoing battle. Jack who was far more wanted than he would ever let himself realise- but that didn’t break down any of the walls he’d built up. It was why davey didn’t want to have to tell him in the first place.

Jack took things personally. Jack always wanted to walk away first, rather than be the one left behind.

Davey had just ripped that choice from him. He would’ve felt worse if it wasn’t inevitable.

“I ain’t mad.” Jack said, quieter, but heated.

“Coulda fooled me.”

The sun beat down.

The backs of Davey’s eyes, the air in his lungs, burned.

Then Jack’s arms nudged against his own, the same way it had been before he’d leant forward. Davey welcomed the contact, didn’t dare breathe too loudly in case he disturbed it; but it was Jack that spoke next, something so distant and familiar and longing in his tone- that yearning that made Davey feel sick.

“I am glad your da’s feeling better dave, I really am.” He exhaled something heavy, like he needed Davey’s to help hold it up, something vulnerable that needed delicate hands. “I guess I just always assumed that I’d be long gone by the time you went back.”