#cats/newsies au

[chimeofthecomet]

sketchies of selkie au spot smalls and pips !!

[walkman-cat]

newsies star trek au. you agree

(WOE. BEARD RACE BE UPON YE)

[chaosfairy18]

Newsiestober Day 18 : Bad Moon Rising

Honestly, he should have seen it coming, but with how good everything had been lately, he just hadn’t thought of it. Maybe he just didn’t want to think of it.

Bumlets slowly sat down next to Swifty on the floor in front of the bed that had become his in the last month, putting a hand on his shoulder, not sure if he’d seen him with how he was hiding his face between his pulled-up knees. “Vince? Are you okay?”

“You know what day it is.”

So not okay then. “It’s not much different from what we practiced. I know you’ll control it, and just in case something happens I can easily defend myself, we talked about this.” Bumlets kept his voice calm and steady, wanting to coax the other boy out of his defensive shell. It was only a matter of time until he had confront what would happen, and they’d trained a lot for this.

“It’s different. It forces me to transform, not just- not just like when you help me. I- last time I attacked you-“

“Last time we didn’t know each other yet. You were scared.” Bumlets slung an arm around Swifty’s shoulders to pull him close. “And you didn’t hurt me at all.”

“Just because you’re a wizard, but I didn’t know that, anyone else I would’ve hurt-“

“But you didn’t.” Finally deciding to forcefully pull his head out of the defensive position, Bumlets grabbed both of Swifty’s cheeks, looking him in the already bloodshot hazel eyes, tears threatening to run down his face. “It was your first time transforming, you were scared, you got new instincts and didn’t want to be hurt yourself. It’s not your fault and nothing happened, Vincent.”

Now exactly one moon cycle ago, Bumlets had been interrupted at his midnight-full-moon-collecting of herbs by a large wolf running through his garden, startling as he saw him and snapping in his direction, clearly confused and scared. Bumlets had tried to calm it and get closer, assuming an injury, almost getting bit if it hadn’t been for his magic shielding his skin. The problem here had been, that the wolf wasn’t just that, but a werewolf, Swifty, to be exact, after he’d turned the first time.

He’d seen it as he got closer, seen the too human eyes, felt the too strong river of thoughts running through the creature, using a weaker, non-specific spell to communicate with him at least enough to make him understand that he’d be safe here, that he could hide here until morning if he needed to.

Bumlets wasn’t sure why Swifty had agreed, he hadn’t asked, but the next morning he’d found Swifty as he was now, curled in on himself and scared, but trusting him enough to not run far away.

It was easier to explain when they could both use words properly, and he’d found that Swifty never knew he was a werewolf until that transformation, having not grown up with his biological parents, so naturally, he’d been panicked. Then he’d also apologized over and over for attacking him, no matter that nothing happened, and of course Bumlets had told him he had nothing to apologize for.

Instead he’d offered him to stay, if he wanted. As a wizard, Bumlets had ressources to help him with transformations – not to mention knowledge on things and spells to protect himself – and in the forest there wouldn’t be anyone else he could potentially injure. “There’s no one around for a few miles and I can protect myself. I can help you try to control it, if you want.”, he’d said.

And had gotten a new roommate since.

It had been nice, too nice, everything going great and them getting along well, so of course it had to go worse again, to where they were now, Swifty terrified of what he might do, even though they had trained, even practiced the transformation without the full moon – which allowed clearer thoughts and control of one’s actions.

But it only made sense Swifty was still afraid.

“Let’s go downstairs into the garden. No matter what happens, it’ll be better outside.”

Bumlets just pulled him up as Swifty nodded, holding onto his arm and wiping at his eyes. “Sorry for being a mess.”

“You have every reason to be one.” He opened the door to the back, the last rays of sunlight already having disappeared, the flowers and herbs already in the dark. “It’s not something you knew of until a month ago and it changes you, completely, you have every reason to be afraid.”

Swifty just nodded and let himself be led near the stone fence, where Bumlets stopped. “Do you want me to stay close? Or- I could hold you. I just want to help when it happens.”

As much as Swifty was still scared of what he could do, of how he could hurt Bumlets in particular, he’d feel even worse if there was only the dark, cold garden here to comfort him. “Please.”

He wasn’t sure how long he still had, how hight the full moon was, but he did his best to ignore it, head lying on Bumlets’ lap while his eyes were closed. He could feel the sensations starting, slowly, much less intense than what had happened a month ago, but not of his own volition like the last few times he’d practiced it here.

“How long?”

“Maybe half an hour at most until the highest point. Don’t resist it, all will be okay.”

He kept trying to stay calm while Bumlets pet his head, soothing words and touches all around him. It was possible that the wizard also helped with spells, but he didn’t care, just trying to not get overwhelmed, limbs twitching now, waiting for what was inevitable.

When it came, it was sudden, almost surprising, making him roll off Bumlets’ lap to the grass, not fighting what was about to change him, that would only worsen the pain and make him slip somewhere into the instincts and far away from control.

“How do you feel?”, he heard, minutes later, the sensations ebbing down, having done what they aimed, leaving him a wolf, with no way to turn back until the sun turned up again. Getting on his four feet, he looked up, seeing Bumlets much clearer now in the dark, the slight blue hinting at his magic being used shining from his eyes, but not keeping his distance from him, as dangerous as he could be.

As he couldn’t answer, he just nudged Bumlets’ hand with his head, relieved to find his head mostly clear, no panic from last month left, though the new instincts and senses overwhelmed him still.

Swifty laid his head back on Bumlets’ lap, just wanting to close his eyes to at least not have to see anything, the new sounds of the surrounding forest and smells of the garden already enough.

“I told you we’d be fine. Just get used to it in your own time, I’ll be here.”

Swifty didn’t move from his spot much the entire night, and even after finally turning back, he just fell asleep in the same position again.

prompts by @newsiestober2024

[loving-jack-kelly]

sprace fake not-dating au. everyone thinks they hate each other even though they've been in love for years and they like it that way because it means people leave them alone.

[uppastthejelliclemoon]

cats fandom i'm kissing you on the forehead and as promised, here is the next chapter of the newsies AU!

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[mapleleafsunset]

newsies warrior cats. im insane

i'm bored and tired so i'm going to type up every single bit of world building and concepts i have for the newsies warrior cats au ive been creating so far. why have i talked more about newsies on here than like half of my interests. ive watched this once. anyway The strike is replaced with an apprentices rebellion, which means that all of the newsies are apprentices across all five clans (so they're at the lake territories at this time. This is key to the plot with WindClan) But anyway, around this time, the clans are facing a severe lack of food due to a drought, as well just general difficulties. Because of this, the warrior code is officially amended so that apprentice's eat last- and that anyone who isn't an apprentice gets to eat until full. This means that essentially the apprentices are starving, and so the adult cats have enough, leaders across the clans are being slow to promote apprentices to warriors, and appointing kits to be apprentices earlier than they should. As a result of mass starvation and illness amongst apprentices, a rebellion breaks out, starting in ThunderClan (taking the place of Manhattan newsies). The rebellion initially consists primarily of non-violent actions such as refusing to do any apprentice chores, and taking enough prey to feed the apprentices. In protest for the fact that no apprentices are becoming warriors anyone involved in the rebellion choses their own warrior name to go by. There is some escalation to violent action as more clans get involved, the warriors in the clans try and bring the apprentices back to the clan by force etc etc. The other clan cats begin to use an abandoned twoleg house as a sort of prison for some cats. Just a detail so I have somewhere for Crutchie to go that makes sense. Now, journalists. The journalists are replaced as a concept by medicine cats, a young medicine cat apprentice (taking the role of Katherine) gets a sign from StarClan that the change to the code is wrong, and all of the plot with the medicine cats is focused around her trying to get her sign listened to, and she's somewhat helped in interpreting signs by her mentor (Byran Denton. im merging the versions), but eventually gets her sign from StarClan noticed by the clans on her own merit. WindClan is the Brooklyn newsies, I don't care enough to assign any other borough to specific clans other than WindClan being brooklyn purely because theyre small. and spots small. so spots in WindClan. I considered placing Brooklyn as ShadowClan for the intimidation factor but I really hate the whole ShadowClan is intimidating thing so I'm just pretending that's not real. Also WindClan apprentices are mainly girls bc I'm bringing the brooklyn girls into this Scabbing from the strike is replaced by Jack, ive forgotten his warrior cat name I gave him so i'm just calling him Jack, leaving the clans temporarily to become a kittypet, which is where he gets the bandana I draw on his design. He's told if he ends the rebellion and goes to become a kittypet then he can take Crutchie with him, and the other cat will be able to live a better life than they are having trapped in the abandoned twoleg house or in the horrible situation in the clans. I think that's most of my thoughts. Race is a tortoiseshell cat and hes transgender bc most tortoiseshell cats are female. just making this note bc i like it and i havent been bothered to draw him yet. Crutchie is nonbinary, because of the stuff that ive heard about junior newsies where they don't have a gender specified. The StarClan cats who are communicating with the medicine cats are going to be a range of canon characters who I think are suitable. Thinking Swiftpaw, Badgerfang, and whatever the name of the cat who was involved in creating the rule of apprentices not being trained before 6 moons is (i could move and get the book to check but I can't be bothered).

[jasperscringepit]

oo turning on notifs for the Hidden !! i forgot you could do that wbwbwb (am definitely turning on notifs for you!!)

also PUNK KATHERINE !!! genuinely am so excited wbwbwbbwbw (she’s so listened to rebel girl when she was young and had a Revelation core)(revelation: girls kissing girls is fucking epic and also Possible).

wbwb. would. would punk jack listen to bad brains wbwbw? what bands do you think the punk lads enjoy (love punk music am always up for more recommendations)

Hi ok I'm more awake now.

SO fucking true, Katherine defo had a revelation and it may have included the fact that girls can kiss. And maybe Sarah jacobs happens to appear in her head immediately after that thought.

YES, Jack absolutely listens to Bad Brains, as well as the Dead Kennedys. Should I,,,, should I maybe make a playlist,,,??

[1nm806]

@toffyrats @the-woild-is-y-erster just so u know. my bestie whos got a special interest in warrior cats thinks that ur enjoyment of yellowfang is based and also a good take

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[walkman-cat]

could I request something Davey?

ive had my star trek au on the brain wbwbwb so here’s davey in the au (he’s taking spot the cat off the bridge) (im so sorry it’s not regular davey wbwbw)

[uppastthejelliclemoon]

west endsies giving me newsies au design references for both tumblebrutus and hestia ✨blessed✨

[mapleleafsunset]

newsies warrior cat. jack kelly if he was a warrior cat. i assume there's about 0 crossover between newsies and warrior cats enjoyers but i think he's silly so

anyway a little bit of info about this not at all thought out crossover - His warrior name would be Strikestorm! He chose this name himself, the name his clan uses for him is Wrenpaw - ThunderClan apprentice! All of the Manhattan newsies are in ThunderClan - The strike is essentially an "apprentice rebellion" across all of the clans. In a time of hardship the warrior code was amended so that apprentices would eat last- after all of the warriors which resulted in a lot of younger cats going unfed most days. The clans also delayed the apprentices becoming warriors so that they wouldn't have to feed more cats more frequently. - Strikestorm left the clans part way through the rebellion to become a kittypet which is where he got his bandana!

maybe i'll make more warrior cats newsies crossover stuff bc i kind of enjoy it

[ftm-megamind]

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!¡!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I’m gonna set this down right here and run away @ftm-megamind

[waiting-makes-me-antsy]

fantasy newsies au

david is a prince who must save his kingdom form the evil warlock pulitzer or some shit with his knight jack kelly

along the way they meet 3 satyrs, albert finch and buttons

a warlock, spot conlon and his familiar, a cat named elmer

a water spirit named racetrack

3 thieves, henry specs and romeo

i dont fucking know this idea came to me yesterday and do yall want a fic with this concept (also yes this would be a javid slowburn)

[mlmxreader]

Get Outta Here | Dean Winchester x gn!reader

『••✎••』

↳ ❝ Dean

"Can you not climb in through my window? You have a key for a reason"

"You're packing your bags, you're coming with me"

1940s Noir

"Ride to meet your fate"

Wild West ❞

: ̗̀➛ it's the 23/07/1940 when Dean comes to see you, and although you do love him and you do wish for nothing more than to leave where you live, you're not sure you can take leaving with him.

trigger warnings: ̗̀➛ sex references, swearing, smoking, adultery/cheating, mentions of alcohol & alcohol consumption, 1940s noir AU

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Everything was always so fucking dull, it looked like it was all in black and white except for the gleaming yellow streetlights; the fucking rain wouldn't stop, constant and consistent.

The only thing that always stayed the same, except for the cars that lined up neatly up and down the streets, abandoned by owners for the night.

Across your hall, you could hear the sounds of your neighbour moaning and grunting loudly - another one of his "friends" was over whilst his wife was away to see her family.

Happy endings weren't exactly in their highest supply lately; liquor and cigarette smoke was a constant smell, the stench of doom and betrayal stinging your nose. Even the happiest of married men weren't truly happy, no one was.

You stretched out on your bed after turning your lamp on; it wasn't enough, everything except the bed was still dark and fucking grey. Like life had been turned into black and white. You wanted to leave, even thinking that maybe if you lied on your medical records, then the army would take you, and you could disappear on the way and settle somewhere else.

But one thing kept you around.

Mister Winchester.

With his large dull green overcoat, grey fedora, and his variety of suits. The hunter himself, who would buy himself a drink out of the office bottle. The friend of all the bookies, cabbies and newsies. Everybody knew him - everybody knew his fondness for staying at shitty motels.

The ones that had neon signs outside that blinked on and off as they slowly died out in the rain; leaking bloody batteries out onto the pavements. You couldn't count how many people went in with him during the night, then left during the morning before he could leave them.

As if he knew that you had been thinking about him, he stumbled in through the window from the fire escape outside; drenched and dripping, he didn't even acknowledge you as he threw his hat aside and sighed heavily. A splash of colour amongst the dull greys, you could see his bright green eyes with ease, and lit a cigarette to almost drown out the bright colour.

"Can you not climb in through my window? You have a key for a reason," you told him, hardly even stern.

Dean shrugged as he swallowed thickly, looking around. "Where's your suitcase?"

You cocked a brow, tilting your head to the side. "Suitcase?"

"Where is it?" He questioned, almost harshly. Panic laced in his voice.

"Top of the wardrobe," you gestured over to it. "Why?"

"Because you're packing your bags, you're coming with me," he breathed out, throwing it onto the bed and starting to grab your clothes.

"Now, now, daddy-o," you stood up, pushing him aside and hesitating as you frowned. "I'm gonna need more of an explanation."

Dean scowled, rubbing his face for a moment before taking your cigarette. A long and deep drag followed as he swallowed thickly. "We gotta go. There's demons in town, big ones. We won't be able to take 'em at all."

"So just call Castiel," you shrugged, about to go back to your bed when he snatched your wrist.

"He won't be able to help. We gotta run."

You huffed, snatching your wrist back and going to your bed. "I'm not going."

"You've always wanted to leave this place," he pointed out. "You always said it'd be the cat's meow if you got up and left, didn't ya?"

You glared at him as you scoffed. "I'm not running away with you."

"Why the fuck not?!"

You clenched your jaw. "Why would I go with you when I know why you have that shitty motel room? Dean, you've been on active duty for years. I don't need a behaviour report to know that, so no."

You lit up another cigarette as you watched him carefully; you knew he had little else to say.

He sighed, finishing the stolen cigarette and throwing it out the window. He lit another. "I'm askin' ya because I care. Now pack your bags, Sammy's bringin' the care over - we got ten minutes."

"I said I'm not going."

"You're gonna get yourself in a whole lot of bad business," he warned.

"I do not care," you told him. "I might love you, I might love you a lot - but you treat me like I'm nothing to you. You take all your little fucking new pieces to that motel. Dressed to the nines and everything. And what do I get? You coming here when you're worried, telling me to run away with you? No, buster. You can ride to meet your fate, for all I care."

Dean sighed, shaking his head. "So what? So what I see other people? So what if I don't come to you every fucking night - but I'm worried, I care, and you're just sat here bellyaching when we should be packing!"

"Don't blow a fuse with me," you warned lowly. "You'll be done for before you can count to one."

"Please," he whispered, trying to keep his voice even and calm. "Please, just come with me and Sammy. Get outta here and lie low somewhere safe."

You clenched your jaw, then stood up. "You get one chance. I find out you had another one of your friends? You'll wish I'd have made you sleep with the fishes."

Dean held out his hand. "Deal... now please, get your clothes and leave here."

You didn't shake his hand, grabbing your clothes and stuffing them into the suitcase as quickly as you could; you thought about taking the day's newspaper. The twenty-third of July, nineteen forty.

You guessed you wouldn't live to see the twenty-fourth, so you left it there. Grabbing your cigarettes and your trench coat; you tugged it on and made quick work to find your grey fedora as well. Maybe you could run away at last; find somewhere, anywhere, that was different.

"Gimme the bag," Dean huffed, taking it from you. "C'mon, Sammy'll be here any minute and we gotta go."

"What? No big kiss?" You asked with a huff.

He did consider it for a moment but then shook his head. "Later, there's no time right now."

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