#It is a torrential downpour but yk

[little-doggy-girl-kisser]

i just bought a tiny ornamental spoon with a gem on the endd

[willowfey]

wearing a dress and then getting caught in such a torrential downpour that you’re completely soaked to the bone just has a Feeling to it doesn’t it… like i am an austen heroine who was lost in the woods after her horse got spooked and ran off, finally stumbling upon the manor of her sworn enemy, who sees her through the great windows and comes running out to scoop her up and carry her into the warmth. i am my childhood self trekking across a giant pond in the garden pretending to be a lost orphan. i am a 24 y/o girl running to her car after dinner. yk? it’s just got smth

[tarantulas4davey]

for a writing prompt, any canon era thoughts abt ralbert? also love ur ralbert fanart its so cute!

thank you so much !! they’re pretty much all i draw anymore lmao

oh oh oh ok i have so many cause i never talk canon era

TW: lil vague mention of period typical homophobia, but it is not at all a part of the story and is ONLY MENTIONED

hcs under the cut cause i never shut up

pretty much just like modern ralbert but. more secretive cause. yk. it’s illegal

CEOs of knowing glances n coded flirting

seriously they have full conversations in the middle of a crowded lodging house with just a look. jack hates it So Much cause half the time their silent conversations are about his shenanigans

albert is the only one allowed anywhere near race’s cigar without suffering the consequences

to add to that, race isn’t the one that smokes, albert is. if you see smoke and hear voices coming from the fire escape in the middle of the night, know albert’s the one with a cigar in his hand

race just likes having something in his hands, and he’s a better pickpocket than albert is

they also lead the “i sold all my papers let’s go make out in an alley” brigade cause they’re impulsive and chaotic

their favorite - for anything other than selling purposes - is days where the sky opens up and pours down rain. actually yk what-

have a scene:

“C’mon, c’mon, c’mon! It’ll stop before we get out there if you don’t hurry, Al!” Race bounces up and down on his toes, excited.

“M’comin’, hold your horses, Toni.”

Albert reaches the landing of the stairs, grinning when Race launches himself at him before pushing him out the doors into the torrential downpour coming down on Manhattan.

Race doesn’t hesitate, grabbing his hand and dragging him beyond the overhang and giggling brightly at the way he’s soaked to the bone within seconds. Albert scrunches up his face, hating the way his wet clothes cling to him, but then a pretty boy tugs him close and starts them spinning in place and he’s forgetting all about it.

Race stops them spinning, jumping in place and sending a puddle fanning out beneath his feet before placing a hand on Albert’s shoulder and grabbing his other hand in his own. His finds his waist, and Race half sings something pretty in Italian for the two of them to hear, interrupting it to laugh when Albert spins him.

There’s never anyone out, when it’s pouring. It’s only them.

Albert glances in every direction, seeing nothing but rain soaked buildings and silent streets. He releases Race’s hand, moving it to his cheek, eyes lingering on the flattened curls and the clumped lashes that frame a pair of dizzyingly blue eyes.

“Attento ora, rosso.” Race says with a teasing smile. “Someone might think you’re in love with me or somethin’, you keep lookin’ at me like that.”

“What a crying shame that would be, huh?” It would be. It was easier to joke, though, than face the idea of losing each other just because of who they love.

Race bites his lip, snarky reply on the tip of his tongue, but Albert just shakes his head and leans in, putting all the soft, mushy feelings he can’t voice into a kiss that can’t last very long, due to setting.

“Now, c’mon, let’s go see how flooded Bottle Alley is.” He lingers a moment, keeping Race pressed against him for a beat before stepping back and turning on his heel down the street.

“Beat you there!” Race says, already sprinting down the street ahead of his. Albert shakes his head and takes off after him, letting out a laugh that makes Race’s heart flip.

yeah. them. n e way

they’re just really in love

share a bunk

not like. like.

listen.

jojo sleeps on the bottom bunk. they sleep on the top bunk when albert’s at the lodging. which is often tbh. race doesn’t really sleep unless he’s there, so he stays

sometimes race doesn’t sleep anyway and they go and hang out on the fire escape. make out or bicker about headlines or talk about what they’d do if they could be together for the rest of forever like they want

they’re just. yeah. always getting into shit. bein chaotic n in love. the usual behavior

thank u sm for the ask !!! they’re the sweetest and i never get to talk about them in canon era cause all my aus are modern. mwah !!!!

[im-extremely-scottish]

yk when you're in your house and there's suddenly a torrential downpour of rain, yeah, that feeling is better than any drugs

oh yeahhh