A Sibling Sacrifice
The JL were having a normal, for them at least, meeting when suddenly a portal rips opens and spits out a young teen with snow white hair and glowing green eyes and he's carrying a bundle as he's stumbles out and lands on his knees in the meeting room.
The two main odd things about this kid was floating above the kid's head was a crown made of stars, ice, and the colors shifting like a aurora borealis and the bundle in his arms was strangely made of stars somehow, almost like a blanket of galaxies plucked out of the cosmos.
Before anyone of them could say or do anything, the kid turns around and screams towards the portal as he scrambles for it.
"JAZZ NO DON'T DO THIS! I CAN STILL FIGHT THEM! NONONONO!" but before he could reach the portal it snaps close.
The kid lands again onto the floor when he doesn't reach it in time, pleading for the damn thing to open again, and the bundle in his arms begins to cry from the jolting and noise.
The baby crying was the only thing that stopped the kid from pleading and instead focused his attention on the bundle in his arms.
"I'm sorry, I'm so damn sorry Ellie. I should had gotten us out of there sooner, I should had saved you bef- I'm sorry. I'm sorry for everything..."
Those were the rushed, raw words the kid said down to the bundle. The kid curled inwards a bit, to both shield the baby, who was calming down somewhat into tiny cry hiccups, and for himself.
Those with advanced hearing could tell the kid was still whispering apologizes under his breath as he held the baby close.
"I'm sorry everyone, I'm so sorry. I tried, I tried so hard to save everyone but in the end... I'm sorry- everyone's gone... I'm sorry."
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[Pssst, read the tags, they clear everything up]
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here is your daily reminder that Racetrack Higgins is on no accounts stupid.
It's a pretty common thing to see Race as the dumbass of the group, comedic relief or generally not taken seriously. Don't get me wrong- Race is a hot mess. But he's a smart hot mess.
You think Jack was leading the strategy of Manhattan? I love Jack but you saw him organising and strategising the strike -he was struggling. Yet Manhattan is still one of the more powerful cities, how? Race.
Race who figured out how to manipulate his way into Spot Colon's good graces so he could worm his way into a selling spot at the sheepshead races -guaranteed foot traffic, plus idiots who are either winning money or think they will. They can and will spare a penny for a paper. That is a good spot. One of the better ones in the city.
And you think Race is unaware of that? NO. He did that entirely on purpose. He knows Brooklyn's economy is doing a little better than Manhattans, he knows the factors of a good spot and he knows the angles he can offer.
Race is often known for winning every game thrown at him, you think he can do that without strategy? People who don't characterise him as smart are blatantly mischaracterising him.
Race wants to be known as dumb. He wants to be underestimated. It gives him infinitely better odds. Nobody pays attention to the 'dumb twink with no common sense' they turn their heads towards heavy hitters like Spot. He plays it up, he knows damn well what he's doing but he does it anyways.
Usually it's fun and he gets a kick out of the adrenaline. But the best part is people dismiss him. And Race is always playing the long game.
So anyways this has been your PSA that Racetrack Higgins is in fact smart and incredibly strategic.
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Davey: you must have been dropped on your head as a child
Jack: i couldn’t have been, i wasn’t even held!
Davey: i can’t tease you when you say things like that
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I'm
about
to spam.
Finished up some doodles for my last few chapters of Spook's Season!
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this might just be a me thing, but I’m such a fan of characters not referring to themselves with their nickname. like. they’re doing a whole inner monologue, and it’s sad, and depressing, and generally pathetic, but then their best friend calls them their nickname and it’s like. oh. yeah :)
because they may suck in their own heads. they could very well be the worst person alive in their own little brains. but when someone they care about calls them that one thing with that one tone of voice, suddenly they suck a little less. suddenly they’re less of a screw up. suddenly the serotonin hits their system and it’s like watching a light come on.
they might not be good enough, but the person everyone thinks they are is, and secretly, that makes them feel just a little bit better.
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During a Tornado Warning:
Les: What do we do if the tornado hits us?
Spot: Uh, what do we do if the tornado hit us? I'm not sure, maybe get blown away by it?!
Race: No, no, you hide under a doorway.
Katherine: No, no, no. That's an earthquake.
Davey: Actually, they say you're not supposed to do that anymore.
Albert: Who cares what they say not to do for something that's not happening.
Jack: They say that you should go towards the eye of the storm.
Spot: Where’s the eye of the storm, Jack?
Jack: I don’t know…
Spot: That’s what I thought.
Crutchie: Tell someone you trust.
Jack: No Crutchie, that's only if the tornado's molesting you.
*bonus*
Race: Okay, this is just a drill! Everyone grab a clutch buddy!
(Race grabs onto Spot)
Spot: Oh, get off me! No!
Race: Hold on to me!
Spot: Get off me!
Race: I am saving your life!
Spot: I don’t wanna be saved by you!
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Me looking up who plays lucifer in hazbin Hotel one day:Oh where have I heard that name before? It's probably nothing.
Me getting into the newsies fandom again: WAIT WHAT.
Me looking up Jeremy Jordon: HE PLAYS WHO?
Me five seconds later:it explains why I love both characters so much.
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modern javey and newsbians are THE food shares ever. they're on dates and steal bites of everything from each other's plates.
modern sprace and redfinch threaten to stab each other with their forks for stealing food off their plates. sill not share anything.
modern blush don't share food willingly. they just casually sneak food from the other's plate when the other's not looking.
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I really wanna write a fic where Jack and Spot are equally overprotective of Race, so when Race and Spot start dating, Jack becomes a weird sort of helicopter sibling and Spot is just over it.
(half the story would honestly end up being weird filler but I felt the need to share the hc)
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Sprace headcanon: they keep their relationship a secret not for homophobia reasons or because they’re scared but because race finds it absolutely fucking thrilling. Like every time they meet spot is like “why is this a secret again” and race is like “it’s fucking fun” and they both have great poker faces so it’s a secret until race kisses the top of spot’s head and jack loses his shit
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newsies but they mew so it’s called mewsies
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Davey: You can't just set all your problems on fire!
Race: You'd be surprised how many things are flammable.
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Davey: I’m cold.
Jack: here, take my jacket.
Racetrack: I’m cold too
Spot: *burns down a building* here you go
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