I feel like we’re all little ducklings being herded by a human ( @crystallizedtwilight ) who found the flock and is trying to get these birds into some semblance of order to try and figure out what to do with us
And then she found out that we’ll stay put if we’re fed
It so happens that our food of choice is skrunkly little newsboys
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i don't think i've sent you a fic title ask yet!
"if you bleed (i bleed the same)"
you have not!! thank u emma <3
yeah i'll still do 'em, send me a fic title bro
as someone who normally dislikes soulmate aus, this is a soulmate au. and it is. actually not very sad!! i'll lyk at the end what i was gonna do though. ahem.
most pains in spot's life have been earned. he's got himself into most of the fights he's been into, he takes the brunt of any force for anyone in brooklyn's lodge, he's dove for younger kids wandering in front of trolleys and landed harshly plenty of times.
he meets race when they're fifteen, and he's... annoying, actually, beyond belief. he's cocky, and attached to Kelly's side, repeating what the older boy says even though he's only sixteen by a few months more than spot. but the boy's skin sparkles in the sun like he's never noticed anyone's do before, captivating and honestly distracting, they're having a meeting.
race and jack leave, and spot realizes that there's this unpredicted pain in his chest. his heart, actually, he thinks as he sits heavily down on his personal bunk. he can't massage it out to go away, and he can't think much else about the strange, warm feeling, and... that boy. racetrack, with the grin that glowed in the sun.
what spot doesn't know is that race is feeling the same, and telling jack, and jack is saying "no fucking way spot conlon is your soulmate."
their next meeting is quieter. only jack knows about it, and spot wished jack didn't have to, but the boy covers for them and lets them up to jack's penthouse so they can talk, just spot and race.
jack ends up sleeping in race's bunk that night, not willing to stay up late enough to trade places.
from there, lots of pains spot experiences are from race.
they'll bump their heads together when reaching for the same thing, spot'll get a black eye from someone saying race doesn't belong on their turf, they'll kiss hard enough that their noses bash together, they'll laugh so hard that spot's chest will hurt again, that same warmth spreading over his heart.
and it's annoying, and embarrassing, and terrifying, but it makes spot start to believe that maybe they.. will be together, for a long time. race likes the word 'forever', and maybe spot starts to want to use it, too.
that first year is glorious, and sneaky, and forbidden, and race is the only person he knows well enough to allow himself to relax around when his second year of leadership get a little too hard to bear some days.
but 1898 turns into 1899 guys... so it's strike time asf.
race lets jack go to brooklyn with davey. he doesn't want to send any signals out to any of the boys- some of the manhattan boys already aren't the biggest fans of how well race and spot know each other. spot will agree– it's a fight, for all of them, and it's race's turf, so spot will agree.
until jack's pulling him aside and telling him that spot had refused, that manhattan needs to prove itself first. that spot has other kids to consider.
and that same feeling in his chest that's usually reserved for that sun-like warmth... goes cold, in a way that makes race grab his chest and jack hold him upright, as if the universe was striking him to say no, this isn't right.
race hears something about spot being sick on the day of the strike from specs, and race just nods and keeps himself upright and tall and strong for the kids that came. jack sends him a glance, though.
so they get the scabs to strike, and more manhattan kids arrive, and they chase off the delanceys, and things are looking up, race thinks.
until, of course, they don't.
spot sits up in his bunk from how he'd been shivering in the late july heat, the icy feeling even harsher between his ribs now. something is wrong, and something is mad at him, and it isn't just race, because race feels like what is wrong.
so basicallyyyyy, warmth means a person has made the right choice with their soulmate, and this freezing cold means they've done something to harm them. so the universe is.... not a Being but kind of a Being. but originally the cold was going to mean about to die, and race was.. going to have a less fun time in this fic idea, but when spot changes his mind and painstakingly makes his way over to see race and apologize, that brooklyn will be at the rally (he "sends a kid over" to davey but he sees race himself), the feeling goes away when race forgives him. so you can image how fucking painful jack's is when he betrays davey and everyone else at the rally...
but this is a fun base concept for a soulmate au so thanks for making me not hate it as much emma!!!
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“Kidnap the Sandy-Claws?” 🎃
I’m already in the spooky spirit! So…something a bit different today.
I’m absolutely in love with @crystallizedtwilight ‘s redesigns of Lock, Shock, and Barrel! Like…OMG these are so good! As a bonus I also included their OC Calliope! 🩵 I hope you don’t mind me drawing these guys!
Back to my regular scheduled stuff this week!
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