#davey trinkets

[collateral-joy]

“wheeeeeee! hahahha KABOOM!!!”

[strixessabre]

I’m taking this Davey tray down very soon (2-11) alongside the keychain. 

I need room in my store, you can always request this in the future, but I plan on taking it down. I make them to order so yours will vary! 

( Strixes’ Sabre )

[we-are-inevitable]

i think jack would keep his room really tidy. he organizes his clothes and sneakers by color, he keeps all of his art supplies in storage under his bed, his comics are all on a shelf, and- despite his creative streak- he’s not really a maximalist so there’s not much in the room to even work with. he’s just never had stuff. maybe a few pictures on the walls, maybe he’ll hang up the paintings he’s most proud of, but home has never been stationary for him and moving a lot of stuff is a bitch and a half, so he keeps his decor minimal. sure, he would love to have his room decked out— but he has what he needs, and if he doesn’t, he’ll figure it out. he always had. he’ll borrow things from charlie and racer, or scour thrift shops and buy-sell-trade facebook groups until something works. he’s never had the luxury of storing and collecting and keeping things, and now, he stresses about it— what if he has to leave? what if he can’t take everything he has? what if he has too much, how can he delegate, how can he choose?

davey, however, is a maximalist. and davey’s room reflects that. it’s not dirty, but it’s cluttered, and there’s really no rhyme or reason. he has books all over the place and trinkets and collections he’s been gathering since elementary. his clothing is all stuffed in his closet, and he has a hard time getting rid of things, so he still has flannels from middle school and old graphic tees that don’t reflect his style anymore. he says he’s saving them for les. that’s the thing about growing up lower middle class- you save and save because sometimes you might need that old extension cord or that bag of loose screws or those old clothes from childhood. davey’s room is a shrine to everyone he’s ever been, everything he’s ever liked, and getting rid of things means the possibility of needing something, and davey never wants to need anything. needing is a burden, and he’s independent to a fault.

jack can’t be tied down to anything. davey has ties to everything. eventually they’ll find the balance.

[the-golden-comet]

✨🏴‍☠️Find The Word Tag 🏴‍☠️✨

Thank you for the tag here, @indecentpause !

My Words: heat, chill, hurt, and heal

Your Words: cold, shiver, stream, and drop

Back to search the High Seas in Peter Hart:

Heat

The prince shot Davey a wicked glare, but resided in his feelings of contempt as he paddled to the solid surface. Rejoining the captain and the crew, they brushed their hands over their slick breeches to shed some water weight. Benjamin, who was shivering from the dank cold of the dripping ocean cavern, ran his palms over his forearms to get some heat and friction to his sea-steeped skin.

Chill

A chill swept over their spines as Davey shook his head. “Oooooohh…..I don’t like the sounds of this, m’boy. We better take what we can and get out….”

Hurt

Peter scratched his chin as he contemplated. ‘An engagement ball, huh?’ He schemed through a smarmy smile. ‘That means that they’ll be loaded. And busy with guests….’ Much like his father, Peter was a daredevil at heart. Though it probably was a bad idea, he thought it wouldn’t hurt the royal family if a few priceless heirlooms went missing. What was the harm in a handful of lost trinkets, anyway?

Heal

Benjamin closed his eyes, hanging his head again as he let the pirates haul him away from land once more, accepting his punishment as his heavy heart sank in his chest. The amulet’s glow gently flickered and dimmed, but stayed softly illuminating Benji’s delicate, tired face inside the napsack. Indeed, it would take his heart a long time to heal from this betrayal of trust….for now, he was just thankful for the benevolence of his captors.

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[anonymouspuzzler]

Hey, Puzz— hey!! Look OVER hERE

Get QUESTION GAUNTLET'D! ! !

• Between Buck and Davey, who's the neat freak and the messy partner of the relationship (or like. Who is. The one who. Cleans often while the other makes a mess lol)?

• How does the trio personally unwind after a long day of work?

• What's their favourite chores if they like doing em?

• Who would be most likely to get excited abt buying new sponges and dishwashing soap...... (I personally am very guilty of this LMAOOO)

• Who is most likely to impulsively buy. Things?

• Does any of the trio collect things? Ik Minnie likes animals a lot but I'm talking more of. Trinkets and stuff. And if so, what would they usually collect? (Can they show me..... /Nf)

Found myself suddenly thinking of domestic fluff for your OCs while I was washing dishes woops ehehehe. I'm also a sucker for. The mundane and the sweet little things that can happen during that 👍

THE BLORBOS FRO MY HEAD HAVE INVADED YOURS AND NOW I GET TO REAP THE BENEFITS BY TALKING ABOUT THEM ON PURPOSE!!! HAHAHA YIPEEEEEEEEEEE

Generally speaking, Buck's the neat freak of the two - Davey isn't exactly a mess by any means, but he's pretty laid-back about stuff, whereas Buck likes things A Certain Way and spends a lot of his free time on chores and tidying stuff up. (It's exactly the opposite in their workspace, though. Davey's Actually Professionally Trained and tends to try and keep tools and supplies properly cared for and sorted and such, and their tech and whatnot maintained as professionally as he can manage, whereas Buck is full. yeah yeah just slap some duct tape on that bad boy. put another fan down there to deal with that thing that keeps spewing smoke. it's fine. don't be a baby about it)

Davey's big on just putting something on TV or playing video games to unwind, as is Minnie. Buck kind of does the same, but he's more about just kind of sitting back and having something making noise in the background vs. actively watching or doing something, if that makes sense. Minnie also enjoys doing some reading (as does Buck on occasion, but to a much lesser extent, and not usually after he's been working and is already exhausted), and Davey will occasionally take a jog to wind down if he's got the energy to spare. (Buck and Davey are also big on some good ol' fashioned post-work Casual Physical Affection, but less so now that Minnie's living with them. They Will Not Be Making Out In Front Of Their Niece Actually)

Buck, despite complaining, actually generally likes most if not all chores. He likes getting his living spaces Clean and In Order! Davey and Minnie, by contrast, are pretty ambivalent at best to chores - I don't think there's any they'd say they "like." (Secretly Minnie's come to enjoy helping to keep the workshop clean, though.)

Buck. One Hundred Percent Buck. Davey and Minnie Do Not Understand but like Davey at least is happy his boyfriend's happy.

They all have their weaknesses for this, with asterisks - Minnie's both an impulsive shithead 13 year old and actually Very Recently comes from a background where she Could just kind of buy whatever without consequences, so in that respect she's the most likely. Davey, meanwhile, likes little useless trinkets and such and can be a little bit driven by impulse on occasion, but 1) he's a reasonable adult who has learned, sometimes the hard way, that he doesn't need and shouldn't have everything that briefly strikes his fancy, and 2) if he decides he wants it anyway he's a supervillain he's just gonna steal it. he don't have money lmao. Buck is the least likely EXCEPT that he's very susceptible to like... dark pattern type marketing-slash-game things? What I'm trying to say is Buck spent a lot of money on Cookie Run until Davey got it off his phone and password locked the app store

Davey collects video games! especially older ones he played growing up. He's also got a soft spot for weird old technology in general, but doesn't actively seek it out so much, though occasionally Buck or someone like the Junkyard Queens'll gift him something they find along those lines. Speaking of I guess technically Buck collects junk and scrap and such to tinker with. Like i Guess that counts

[walkman-cat]

here you go, @greensleeves-redhead:

a non-exhaustive list of what’s in davey’s pockets:

(thankyous and credits to the nobody told the horse server for thinking a lot of these up)

A small-ish leather-bound notebook he uses for all his notes (detective work, journaling, lists, etc)

A handkerchief stuffed in one pocket which he pulls out to haphazardly clean/wipe at stuff or tie things together. Ignore the blood spatter, he hasn’t had time to wash it quite yet.

So so many writing utensils (including a fountain pen which explodes far too often)— they’re everywhere and yet he always has to dig through all his pockets to even find one

A lump of charcoal he used as an emergency pencil one time became a mess. He puts his hand in that pocket he grimaces, pulling out his handkerchief to wipe of the charcoal smears

Several cool rocks that Splasher and Les have given him

Things Splasher has found while mudlarking

Some smooth beach glass he picked up once and promptly forgot about

his wallet

A picture he keeps in his wallet and checks regularly which most people think is his possible wife or maybe children. It’s a drawing les did of a cat that sleeps on their fire escape.

loose change outside of his wallet so he can pay for papers really easily

Folded up newspaper from two days ago he hasn’t gotten around to reading yet

Folded up newspaper from a week ago which he only uses as a cover when Snooping

A deck of cards (he plays solitaire when he’s bored, and sometimes Race challenges him to a game of poker or blackjack)

A very crumpled cigarette pack (he doesn’t usually smoke, but he can offer cigarettes as a conversation starter and they’re invaluable)

Two cigars. (They’re for Race)

Box of matchsticks (you never know when you need light, and offering to light a cigarette is a good conversation starter)

A drawing Jack did of him that he will not acknowledge is always in the breast pocket of his shirt.

A collection of marbles

At least four paper clips at any one time

One of Katherine’s hairpins (how did that get there?)

A small bag of boiled sweets to trade with children/to bribe Les with

several things in One Specific Pocket which are gifts for Les; mostly trinkets and small toys he’s acquired, but also some the younger newsies have asked to give to him (he plays with them after school more often than not)

A tube of lipstick (how did that get there?)

Lists. So many lists. He loves writing lists (they soothe him), and has written a list on so many random scraps of paper about so many things, ranging from normal grocery lists to suspect lists to a list of friends he did once to prove a point to Sarah (does the speakeasy bartender who only tolerated you because you’re friends with his boss who’s also a mob boss count as a friend?)

Sunglasses (gift from Spot and useful as a disguise)

A gun (it wasn’t his originally)

A pocketknife tucked into his boot (not a pocket, but important anyway)

Way to many things which constitute as evidence for cases

A note his parents wrote for him when he started out, he keeps it in his trouser pocket

[jack-kellys]

I used the AU generator and got the absolutely ridiculous combination of grocery store AU and ancient Greece AU so uh...have fun I guess?

send me theeeese

well i think the only answer is making a god for each aisle. right. or if we’re really into it we align 7 “food groups”/usual supermarket aisle contents with each of the seven deadly sins or something like…. envy might be organic/protein powders like that stuff. but idk i’m not doing that

local street market au. jack works at a small produce farm outside NYC and brings the farm’s goods to the city for the market each weekend. (i think each of the older newsies own a little stand or small business). but not only does jack sell produce, he kind of embodies it?

the freshness, the way he shines in the sun, he’s fruitful and juicy with stories and personality and he is also… a deity. of produce.

racer is a deity of nostalgia and owns a small vintage and thrift store. crutchie is a deity of solar energy since all his homemade trinkets are powered via sunlight. katherine is a deity of ink and specializes in antique pens and writing utensils. etcetera.

but jack, as davey would discover if i wrote this for real, tastes like juice dribbling down his chin in the summertime, and he can’t get enough of the man who can make any fruit ripe and conjure carrots from the dirt.

[idiotwithanipad]

First impressions are important

Just a short fic about how William was murdered and met Rogh

(TW: Murder, Dagger, Blood)

"You brought it? The agreed amount?" The Lord said quietly, leaning over the polished oak table towards the portly captain. 

"Indeed I have. I didn't have to slit any throats this time, quite the jolly-up, actually. I located it off the coast of-"

"Yes, yes, that's all very grand. Show it to me" The Lord was in no mood for stories and tales, he'd expected the treasure, not a life story. 

"Well, a finger or two might have been hoisted off when I retrieved it" The captain erupted into a small series of giggles as he brought up a small wooden box strapped shut with rope. The Lord's sharp eyes seemed to be tied tighter to the box than the ropes binding it. The captain plucked a dagger from his belt and cut through the ropes. 

"Open it" The Lord muttered, his patience seemingly running thin. The captain pulled the chest's lid back, revealing dabloons, pearl jewelry and goblets encrusted with precious stones. The Lord eyed the bounty strongly and tugged up, between his thumb and fingers, a pearl necklace. He inspected the trinket closely as though it were the most prized possession he owned. 

"Aye, T'is quite a handsome load. I were almost tempted to keep back that there goblet for me ale" The captain chimed, his eyes fixed on the golden goblet with emerald emblems. The Lord's fist tightened around the pearls before he slowly lowered it into his jacket pocket, dropping them in slowly, savouring the feeling of the smooth stones slipping between his calloused, money counting fingers. 

"Indeed" The Lord fixed his eyes on the heavyset captain and sauntered his way around from his side of the table toward the captain. 

"The reward for a bounty of this size may even be enough for me to finally afford tobacco" The captain chuckled, his eyes remaining on the box of valuables. 

The Lord stood before him, not smiling, not even breathing. 

A sharp pain sank into the captain's thorax. His hands came up to grip onto the Lord's shoulders to steady himself as he staggered backward. 

"The butlers inform me that word of your immeasurable talent in locating items like this is begining to spread through the county. Can't have you offering your expertise elsewhere, can I?" The dark words dribbled from the Lord's lips like hot lava. The captain gasped and coughed as his hands gripped onto the Lord's wrist, already too weak to counterattack. A dagger had been stabbed deeply into his flesh and muscle. 

"Davey Jones. Take pity on me mortal flesh..." The captain had no other words, which would've came as a shock to his crew; he was usually a man of many words and tales, but he was now reduced to a man of laboured breaths and wide eyed glances down at the deeply imbedded weapon still held tightly in the Lord's grip. 

The Lord's hand twisted the dagger and jerked upwards as the captain lurched forward onto his knees, spitting blood and hacking. 

The room was black. No sound echoed in the captain's ears as he slowly regained consciousness; maybe Davey Jones HAD taken pity upon him? Perhaps this could just be another battle scar to bost about to the crew? 

A sudden muffled sound roused him. A slight, fluttering murmur. It seemed to be right above him, or rather to his left. He opened his eyes, peering over to the source of the noise, only for his eyes to bolt wide open. 

A strange creature, vaguely shaped like a man, squatted at his side, it sniffed and prodded at the handle of the dagger which remained sheathed in his chest. It was unlike any man, or creature, the captain had ever seen before, even amongst his many voyages and travels to places uncharted. It leaned on its knuckles and wore what seemed to be pelts and leather, crudely attached to one another and piled underneath and atop furs of different colours, textures and thickness. 

It didn't seem to take heed of the captain's awakening and continued to examine the weapon, sniffing at it, trying to determine what exactly it was and why it was rammed into the new man's chest. 

"Ey?! What in Mary's na- what the BLAZES?!" The captain recoiled and scooted back away from the strange creature, who also tumbled back on it's furred heels, it's eyes looked onto the captain's. A look of foreign alarm and burning curiosity shone in it's eyes. It's mouth hung open in a soundless gasp and it's knuckles stroked against it's furs.

"What art thou? Be this the Locker?" The captain rose to his feet, gripping onto the edge of a bookshelf, his eyes scanned the room and the recent memory of the days precedings flashed in his mind. 

"No. T-t'is the same house. The library. The house of the Lord who pays me for treasure. The dog plunged me" There was a whisper of hurt and betrayal behind the captain's words, his eyes settling down on the handle of the dagger sticking out from between his ribs. 

The man-creature looked between the captain's face and the dagger. It's face frozen in that same awestruck and mildly intimidated expression. It grumbled quietly and pointed it's..hand? Whatever it was, it was pelted also, wrapped tightly in furs and badly sliced leather straps. The appendage aimed down towards the rug beneath their feet. 

The captain's body remained on the floor, the dagger in the same place it was when the filthy, cheating Lord ended the captain's life. 

The captain's eyes settled on his own body, lifeless and still. 

"... Well. It seems as though, t'is sails down for captain William..." 

The creature's eyes darted back up to William's. It's head tilted slightly and it's mouth twitched and contorted, it's bearded jaw rolled and dropped. 

"You look like no man I've seen before. Thou art clothed in animal hyde, thou hasn't introduced thyself" William said, his previous shock of the creature slowly melting away. 

The creature's hand rose slightly to point toward itself, it's single digit slightly curved and twitched. 

"You? Yes, you. Does thou hath a name to call thyself?" William felt as though he had just discovered a new species, and finding out more about it filled the captain with a sense of wonder and excitement, similar to when he saw his first constellation as a boy. 

"Me, William, you?..." William gestured towards himself, being careful not to nudge the dagger deeper with his hand as it came up to pat against his chest. 

The creature's mouth closed briefly, it's tongue peeking out to lick at it's bottom lip. Perhaps it didn't have a name? Perhaps it didn't speak? 

".. Rogh"

[livesincerely]

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🥀 favorite angst quote from a published work

“Oh, yeah?” Jack bites out, not believing this for a second. “If you missed me so fucking much, then why’d we break up?”

“Because you were moving to Santa Fe!” Davey yells back. “You were leaving, Jackie! What else was I supposed to do, except let you go and try my best to be happy for you?”

Jackie. It sounds different coming out of Davey’s mouth. Something prickles at Jack’s eyes, and the threat of tears almost makes him angrier.

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This is from trinkets (and also kinda from its sister fic keepsakes.) Trinkets is the Jack pov version of this fic, and Jack always tends to get my most poetic descriptions. Him not being able to stand hearing Davey call him Jackie because he’s still heartbroken over him was one of my better ideas.

[daveyfvckingjacobs]

Davey throwing the newsies birthday celebrations

Jojo draging finch into trouble.

Blink comforting skittery

oh my godddd davey with their bdays

in modern he gets them cakes with big candles, brings streamers and banners to the home to decorate, makes sure there’s good wrapping paper with little bows and ribbons, makes playlists for parties tailored to each of them. all little things to make their birthdays so special that they’re not accustomed to. in canon it’s little bday cupcakes, hand made bunting around the lodgings, confetti to drop on their heads, trinkets he makes or finds or bargains for, a good meal because they deserve to enjoy themselves

[collateral-joy]

[strixessabre]

Vinyl out? Davey’s tiddies out? Check.

( Strixes’ Sabre )

[we-are-inevitable]

Infodump about the frat au. Literally everything I’ve never come across you before. Pretty please and than you <3

i feel like i’ve shared so so much about this world but here are some fun things that aren’t important to the actual story but that i love!!:

technically davey is the middle sibling. he was born 12 minutes after sarah and she never lets him forget it! (oddly enough, the number 12 shows up a lot in his life. he thinks it’s a fun little reminder. he considers it his lucky number because it always makes him think of sarah, and sarah always makes him feel better.)

jack speaks fluent spanish because he’s half mexican, and davey speaks fluent spanish because it’s one of the 5 languages he knows outside of english! (he’s only fluent in 2 of the 5, but he’s passable in the other 3 and can have conversations with minimal struggle)

charlie is a HUGE sports nut. he’s really into hockey and plays sled hockey recreationally! he’s really competitive and brutal about it. in the fic, he has multiple sclerosis and primarily uses forearm crutches, but he has a black and green wheelchair kitted out in stickers, patches, and pins that he uses at least three times a weak.

charlie, albert, and jack all watch hockey games together and try to go to at least two games a season once they get closer.

davey loves live music but it can be a lot for him sometimes— he tends to stay in the back and uses noise canceling earbuds, but loves people watching and loves the atmosphere. gay bars don’t bother him as much because the noise level- albeit loud- is less so, but he always carries his ear buds on him. he keeps them on a carabiner clipped to his belt or crossbody like the fag he is.

(jack doesn’t think he’s allowed to say “fag.” davey assures him he is. jack has issues and he’s working through them.)

davey works at a public library close to campus, and spends most of his time with youth and teen programming. (he loves his job.) jack works in the fraternity and sorority affairs office as a student leader; he talks to current high schoolers about joining greek life. (he hates his job.)

davey likes horror movies and jack doesn’t like horror movies but he likes being able to hold davey’s hand through it.

jack drives an jeep cherokee from the early 2000s. medda helped him get it when he decided to go to college outside of the city, bc public transportation isn’t as easily accessible. jack got his license at 18 and thinks it’s stupid that he has to drive places now but he really likes his shitty little car. her name is Rory like the gilmore girls character but he swears there’s no relation

on campus, jack usually skateboards, and davey rides his bike everywhere. davey’s car is a little 2014 corolla named Miss Priss and she’s decked out in bumper stickers and trinkets inside.

race and albert have been together since high school. they SHOULD never have time for each other but they somehow never leave each other’s side. it’s kind of disgusting actually.

race starts learning how to do drag about a month before he meets jack!

katherine and spot work as waitresses at the same restaurant. they should not get along. they are best friends.

[seekdevotion]

*          𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐘𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐒     𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐃          :          mw  types  of  characters?

oh,  baby  we  welcome  all  sorts  !  to  be  helpful  though i'd  like  to  redirect  to  admin emms's  lovely  ideas  here  + the wcs we have open over here but  also  to  add  some  of  my  own:  

literally  any oc of yours  you  love — from  your  most  whimsical and outgoing  characters,  to  your  introverts who are perhaps just as whimsical or alternatively too steely,  to  the  curious  and  nosy,  to  the  antagonistic  and  esp  to  the  most  absurd,  we'll  have  a  ball  anyway!

would  love  love  love  for  more  spots  available  in  our  listings and bits of lore within  to  be  utilized  in  char  creations  as  we  may  have  fun  lil  activities  to  tie  with  each  location  to  post  as  mini  plot  drops  soon.  like  i  would  die  for  an  empire  records  type  vibe  at  flagship  records  or  even  comet  videos.  (when  duncan  isn't  busy  running  the  bowl  like  the  navy,  they're  busy  running  comet  like  the  navy!) and it could be for anything! e.g davey wavey? bring their siren ex partner who mans the food truck that they share custody of after the break up! the  bowl?  needs  its  last  employee!  do  they  have  to  be  a  ghost?  no  but  i'd  love  it  esp  if  they're  related  to  the  owner  who  passed  it  onto  them  and  now theyre  out  here  beefing with  the  local  arcade out of the same establishment while dually hosting karaoke nites and a nice lil partie every third week of the month!  a  strange  establishment  that  needs  the  strange  management  it  deserves! the  faithfulls? bring the horde of faithfull kids running about in town or even their parents! + as  briefly  mentioned  but  in  mind,  they're  a  family  consisting  of  an  retired  priest  ass  over  titties  in  love  with  their  gorgeous  nymph  partner  and  their  possibly  3  children  who  now  own  and  manage  the  diner  +  gas  station. if not keen, just bring anybody with your own personal take on their ties in town! it goes on and on but it's a seemingly small town and we expect many of the chars to be entwined one way or another. of course you'd have to mind present chars with already established relations to mentioned npcs but that only makes way for delicious plotting opportunities!

more  faeries;  those  newly  coming  through  devo  from  their  realm,  those  who  have  stayed  for  longer  and  know  everyone  in  town,  those  who  left  devo  to  go  back  home  and  came  back  years  n  years  later  with  all  the  people  they  once  knew  dead  and  gone  (or  not  quite),  those  who  cannot  go  back  home,  etc.

nymphs  in  general,  i  would  welcome  v  greatly  from  younger  nymphs  to  their  elders, nymphs who collect prophecies like trinkets or keep a record of them like the most elusive time capsule you've ever seen - annotated! - that reads more like a dream journal until things get slightly too literal or personally fugartive and then it's shit and fuck, nymphs who set out to make those happen on their own or reject said prophecies entirely and risk upsetting their elders, nymphs who barely have left their grounds, etc.

mediums  &  ghost  consultants  who  not  only  consult  with  ghosts  or  relatives  of  ghosts  but  intervene  when  they  become  malevolent  and  offer  banishing  services.

characters  interested  in  exploring  the  forests  as  best  as  they  could  and  perhaps  wish  to  craft  sufficient  maps  of  the  area  while  looking  for  the  ones  already  made  (and  even  hidden)  of  town.  i  imagine  them  to  be  working  at  shrike  point  light  for  the  access  of  info  they'd  need  for  this  but  could  be  a  group  effort!

visitors  who  found  themselves  in  this  surrealist  side  of  the  country....  did  the  town and its funky little locals  already  lull  them  into  a  sense  of  belonging  or  are  they  perpetually eyeing the exit sign that kind of gets farther the more they recall images of it in their heads or are they just tourist passing through and having an absolute ball of a time?  are they overwhelmed by the energies coursing around in devo or is it just a  silly  town  that's  weirdly  big  on  parties  every  now  and  then?  did  they  find  their way into devo  incidentally or through yelp for the neat little spots  or  by  word of mouth from the locals and  were  surprised  to  learn  just  how  literal  certain  things  seem  to  be  /  "the  faery  of  a  girl  with  a  yipping  rabbit  is,  in  fact,  an  actual  faery,  accompanying  an  actual  guy  in  a  rabbit  suit  giving  uwu  frank  of  donnie  darko  who  won't  shut  the  fuck  u-"

and much more! these  are  just  ideas  you  could  perhaps  riff  off  of  and  see  what  works  but  really  get  creative  if  you  have  the  muse  +  feel  free  to  message  us  if  you'd  like  more  info  or  any  help  with  ideas  or  insight  in  certain  areas  x

[bisexualbumblebee-writes]

Newsies OC Guide

OC Count: 12

Name: Hilda Beckett

Nickname: Birdie- She’s kinda a lookout for Staten Island and her signal that something’s happening or someone’s coming is a bird’s whistle

Age: 16

Occupation: Newsie

Borough: Staten Island or Queens

Personality: Passionate, caring, (somewhat) easily irritable, street smart

Likes: Music, candy (on the rare occasion she can get it), Fall, her “sisters” (aka fellow newsies)

Dislikes: Summer, messes, lightning, competitions

Ship: Oscar Delancey

Name: Ava Fig (real last name unknown)

Nickname: Tinker- she has many skills when it comes to fixing things that she’s more than happy to put to use in order to profit from

Age: 15/16

Occupation: Newsie

Borough: Manhattan

Personality: Resourceful, witty, thoughtful, trustworthy, earnest

Likes: Fixing things, cloud watching, carriage rides, reading, good manners

Dislikes: Gender norms, heat, bright colors, sewing, fog

Note(s):

It’s unclear how she has so much knowledge about so many things (she’s not even sure she knows how), but nevertheless she alway puts it to use

While her main job is being a newsie, she’s also welcome to commissions from anyone needing her abilities and she’s gained a small bit of a reputation from it

In reference to the first dislike) I can just imagine one of the workers of the newspaper being told that a tinker is coming in to fix their machine and then a small 5’3/4 girl waltzing in with a tool belt and her weird ass goggles lmao

Ship: Darcy Reid

Name: Poppy (no last name)

Nickname: Poppy- she doesn’t actually know her real name or family

Age: 16

Occupation: Newsie

Borough: Manhattan

Personality: Clever, loyal, intuitive, observant, kindhearted

Likes: Collecting things (little trinkets), sewing, music, rain, festivals

Dislikes: Being late, winter, excessive blood, roses, nitpicking

Notes:

She was raised in an orphanage until she was ten, when she eventually ran away and started her life as a newsie. She named herself Poppy after the flower

Ship: Davey Jacobs

Name: Hazel Rynn

Nickname: Gingersnap- Because of her red hair

Age: 16

Occupation: Newsie

Borough: Manhattan

Personality: Sincere, intuitive, (kinda) eccentric, funny, brave(ish)

Likes: Moving pictures, trinket collecting, open spaces, cloud watching, tea

Dislikes: Closed spaces, wasting things, fog, sunny days, coffee

(In reference to the first like) she often sneaks into theaters to just watch moving pictures. She hasn’t been caught yet as far as she knows, but if she has been, they haven’t said anything to her

Ship: Spot Conlon

Name: Mavis Adler

Nickname: Nurse- she’s the unofficial nurse to the newsies

Age: 15

Occupation: Newsie

Borough: Manhattan

Personality: Kind, intelligent, realistic, passionate, resourceful

Likes: Helping people, music, sunsets, cloud watching, Fall

Dislikes: Rainy days, thorns, sewing, closed spaces, messes

Notes:

As previously stated, Mavis had essentially become the nurse of the newsies. When she was super young she spent a lot of time sick in the hospital, and in her boredom of just sitting there she began learning whatever the nurses there would teach her.

She doesn’t really like talking about her past so that was just about all the other newsies knew about her

Ship: Elmer

Name: Alina Ewa Jacobi

Nickname: N/A

Age: 16

Occupation: Waitress- Jacobi’s Deli

Borough: Manhattan

Personality: Optimistic, sincere, funny, friendly, caring

Likes: Newsies, working at the deli, art, physical touch, Spring

Dislikes: Summer, being late, white roses, competition, no manners

Notes:

As implied by her name, she’s the daughter of Mr. Jacobi.

Ship: Mush Myers

Name: Ella Chastain

Nickname: Runner- she’s Spot’s messenger of sorts

Age: 16

Occupation: Newsie

Borough: Brooklyn

Personality: Curious, carefree, positive, witty, kind

Likes: Mythology, dancing, sunrises, children, flowers

Dislikes: Fireworks, arguing, sitting still, swimming, negativity

Notes:

Ella isn’t quite Spot’s second in command per se, she’s more of his messenger. When he needs word to get to the other boroughs he sends her. She’s also a sort of mother/older sister to the other newsies (even the ones that are older than her).

She basically has most (if not all) the streets of the city memorized, so it’s a rare occasion that she ever gets lost.

Ship: Jack Kelly

Name: Issa Fei

Nickname: N/A

Age: 16

Occupation: N/A

Borough: Manhattan

Personality: Inquisitive, realist, thoughtful, generous, careful

Likes: Reading, sweet scents, sunshine, picnics, baking

Dislikes: Darkness, rain, heights, sports, chalk

Notes:

Issa’s father is a jeweler. They aren’t quite first class, but they’re the closest they can get to it. They live a somewhat lavish life but her mother and father always remind her to remain humble and give when they can.

Ship: Jack Kelly

Name: Bonnie Morgan

Nickname: Baby- she’s considered everyone’s baby sister (even to those she’s older than)

Age: 16

Occupation: Newsie

Borough: Manhattan

Personality: Passionate, caring, witty, gentle, optimistic

Likes: Helping others, sweets, flowers, sewing, moving pictures

Dislikes: Winter, rain, bugs, singing in front of others, loud noises

Ship: Racetrack Higgins

Name: Mia Fei

Nickname: N/A

Age: 16

Occupation: N/A

Borough: Manhattan

Personality: Carefree, kind, smart, amiable, adventurous

Likes: Drawing, stargazing, rain, writing stories, learning

Dislikes: Surprises, outdoors, sitting still, heavy clothes, competition

Notes:

If you can’t tell by the last name Mia is the sister of Issa. They aren’t quite first class, but they’re the closest they can get to it. They live a somewhat lavish life but her mother and father always remind her to remain humble and give when they can.

Ship: Kid Blink

Name: Apricot Monroe

Nickname: N/A

Age: 16

Occupation: Newsie

Borough: TBD

Personality: Sincere, intuitive, (kinda) eccentric, funny, brave(ish)

Likes: Heights, trinkets, open spaces, cloud watching, tea

Dislikes: Closed spaces, wasting things, fog, sunny days, coffee

Ship: Finch

Full name: Lilith Larkin

Nickname: Lily

Age: 17

Occupation: Performer at Medda’s Theatre

Borough: Manhattan

Likes: Spring, adventures, singing, sunlight, dancing

Dislikes: Grumpiness, eggs, silence, darkness, rain

Personality: Carefree, passionate, loyal, ambitious, optimistic

Ship: Bill Hearst Jr

[dorcas-whoisleft]

@savingdavey --

"Oh....gross!" The reaction burst out of her before she knew it was coming, much less before she could stop it. "Ew, gross, ew."

Dorcas clapped her free hand over her mouth, embarrassed.

At least he didn't have to wonder if she was only taking his side out of loyalty. To be fair, Davey had asked to speak to his best friend instead of his girlfriend. He got what he wanted in spades: her outburst was absolutely sudden, unrestrained, and indistinguishable from the sound a child (one with a much weaker stomach and intellectual curiosity than young Dorcas) might cry out while a friend waved a fat, muddy worm in their face on the playground.

"I'm sorry," she backtracked, snapping her composure back into place as quickly as she could. "I'm sorry, knee-jerk reaction. Neither of them are, you know...gross, individually. They're both lovely people. But—eugh! Davey, this isn't going to be awkward because it involves your ex-girlfriend. It's going to be awkward because I don't know if you'll still want to be with me after I go back to England and kick his arse. I'm serious. What a gross betrayal of your trust."

She'd been worried about Galvin all summer, because Davey had been worried about Galvin all summer. Sometimes disguising it as an annoyance, sometimes disguising it as all in good fun—it didn't matter. He'd been worried, so Dorcas had taken him at his word and worried too. But this...this was...

Dorcas remembered the day Mary ended things with Davey; the way she'd tracked him down on the Quidditch pitch and held him while he struggled to get past his tears and confusion and the sudden, heartrending blow of the rug getting pulled out from under him. Galvin was a level-headed guy, but if she had to put money on what he could have possibly done to Mary? A lecture, maybe even a heated telling-off, was at the top of her list of guesses.

This, though, was beyond the pale. Not in a way she didn't think the boys would be able to forgive one another for, but in a way that definitely, certainly, absolutely made her realize just how spun Galvin's spinning-out had left him. And left Davey as the collateral damage, which she couldn't stand.

She wasn't offended in the slightest when he dropped her hand to brace against the sudden shock from the showerhead. Dorcas used it as an opportunity to take the one step that closed the distance between her and her bag resting on the sink counter. Her wand was easy enough to locate; she kept it on hand for a water-heating charm or anything else she might be able to do to help.

"I was banking on you needing a few cold showers once I got here, but not this soon." It wasn't the time for a joke. It wasn't, and Dorcas knew that. But ever the chatterbox—not to mention the fact that she wasn't entirely joking—she couldn't help but let out a soft, sympathetic laugh about his cold water complaints. The comment passed quickly and easily between them, though; not demanding an answer or needing an audience to stand on its own. "My heating charms are at your full disposal, just say the word."

Davey was hurting—palpably, radioactively hurting—and all Dorcas wanted to do was find some small way to soothe it out of him.

He didn’t tell me he moved, Doe.

I don’t know what to do.

Her heart was in her throat for him.

"Hey, Daves?" she added softly. Dorcas moved back toward the shower, hovering outside the curtain and giving it a little flick, so he'd be able to orient himself to where she was. There was something else in her hand now too, fished out of the side pocket of her bag. Galvin had passed it to her just before they parted, with so much nonchalance that Dorcas had all but forgotten about it until now—but in this new context, she could tell it possibly held more than just the reconciliatory trinket she'd assumed it to be.

"I'm worried I already made things worse today by telling you about the move," she said, nothing if not honest. "And I don't want to keep that pattern up, or overstep, or...assume anything, at all, but...he, Galvin, asked me to give you something. I didn't think anything of it at the time, but..."

Dorcas pushed a hand through her hair for a pause and let the gift—a keychain—dangle from the perch of her index finger to inspect it. It was gunmetal and bright orange; the image of a speeding cannonball being fired, branding with two small C's at the center.

She was the furthest thing from a Sports Person, but even Dorcas Meadowes wasn't so dense that the ostentatious Chudley branding was completely foreign to her.

Part of Dorcas wanted to hold onto the keychain out her, beyond the curtain, in case he wasn't ready or willing or in the mood to deal with it. But the crack in his voice, not only when he admitted to not knowing what to do but around his recounting of their fight, too; his own future prospects. It was enough to push her forward.

Gingerly, Dorcas offered her hand back into the shower, the keychain swinging lightly from her hooked index finger.

"I don't know what you said to him," she said quietly. "But even if you snapped, even if it was horrible? I think it might have worked." She wished she could just step into the shower and hug him like he clearly needed; water and propriety and cold temperatures aside. "I know that alone doesn't actually help, doesn't actually ...fix anything. But I also didn't see him sit on that couch once."

That sticking point had been a vivid, often-included detail in his letters this summer, a sore spot that had been in danger of leading to couch sores, the way Davey would have had her believe it. "It's not my job to speak for him, and I'd decline to do so if he asked—but, I think he might know you're right. And even if he doesn't, Davey? I certainly, absolutely, one-hundred-percent do."

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