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bigmack2go · 2 days

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List your favorite character and then some headcanons about that character! Then repost into the ask box of your favorite moots! <333

Love, anon

So i was convinced i already answered this but i just looked and i cant find it so i guess imma do it again

Imma go with my fav character of my current hyperfixation which would be:

Albert DaSilva. Ofc

SPRALBERT SPRALBERT SPRALBERT

His username in modern era would either smt along the lines of „einsteinTheSalvia“ or like „redwaterdrops“

In superhero au he would have themperature change/recistancy because gingers are more sensitive to themperature @ykthefancyclamwiththepearlinside

Childhood Besties™️ ITH TOMMY!!!!!

Has HPOTS. (Let me project my smaler problems on my blorbo without traumatising him to much>:()

Can get super kinky

THIS KID LOVES RED PADAS and monkeys and lemurs and all those funny little creatures.

Fav color: Hot. Pink. do not attempt to change my mind.

Al is the Delancys Cousin and stepbrother

His nickname is Twitch. The other Newsies started calling him that because he gets super jumpy and flichy really quick with sudden movements. Little do they know the reason for that. (Lmfao remember when i said i wouldn’t project on them to much)

For the next one I‘ll just out a picture for context bc it doesn’t make much sense without the ither ones

Albert has anger issues (but thats nothing new)

Tried to dye hair before bc kept getting teased for being ginger (it did not go well)

Allie is genderfluid and gets super super dysphoric on she-days (which is what she calls it in her head) but that’s not only cause of her body; she also doesn’t understand how there are transpeople who DONT get dysphoric/ wishes she could be one of them

Usually uses he/him or he/they and honestly has „she-days“ fairly rarely. But when she does it’s she/her/they/them

Blue eyes!!!!

When he gets confused, or irritated etc he starts to draf out words. Not talk slow, only drag out the words. He also starts blinking rly fucking fast and sometimes his head tilts without meaning to. (Spot ADORES it)

Needs hearing aids but barely uses them so he zses a lot of sign language

If this guy doesn’t have ADHD, my name is Angela Merkel. But al is one of those cases that puperty did Not mix well with ADHD and just gets tired all the time

ALBERT IS A SLUT. CHANGE MY MIND. IF HE DOESNT GO AROUND FLIRTING WITH EVERYTHING THAT CAN BREATHE (though that‘s optional) I SHALL NOT BE NAMED MACKJ

Obviously prankmaster ™️

he wears his hat backwards cause it covers his hair better cause he’s embarrassed of it

This is from @homosexual-newsboy

HOWEVER IN MODERNERA this man is the proudest mother fucker alive and his hair is practically the only thing he cares about

Ocd

Lots and lots of sensory issues

CANNOT control his volume. Always either too loud or too silent

Everyone love Al‘s family‘s chillie recepie. - that’s the only time when he’s alowed in the kitchen: when they’re having chilli. Not unsupervised tho

Chronic migraines

That‘s all i can think of is rn and i‘m in a hurry so.. yeah

#newsies #kosa newsies strike #albert dasilva #headcannons #boots newsies #hotshot newsies #spot conlon #jack kelly #racetrack higgins #katherine plumber

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emmedoesntdomath · 10 months

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So anyway do you have any new newsie thoughts for me while I got put my blorbos in the pathetic little man tournament?

um um um

jack mumbling in spanish and davey not understanding a fucking word, but hugging him from behind anyway

I’ve firmly latched on to the idea of romeo being aro, you cannot take this from me (he’s probably somewhere on the ace spectrum, too, but I haven’t thought too much about that)

I might try making fanart in my pursuit of being less shitty at drawing on an ipad. suggestions as to who?

even if race had straighter hair like max casella’s, it probably gets curlier when it gets really hot.

tommy boy tried giving les lessons on how to better flirt. it didn’t work. les’ techniques are questionable at best.

finch is still from brooklyn in my mind. spot has known this entire time, and nodded at finch once as he passed. finch was terrified.

smalls is the best, and I love them. also, I feel like they would really be into movies they could pick apart, plot wise.

crutchie’s single, and the one tossing popcorn at everyone else while watching movies

spralbert could possibly have substance in uksies, but I’m never going to see it, so I have no idea

#newsies #uksies #92sies #livesies #racetrack higgins #jack kelly #spot conlon #manhattan newsies #sprace #race x spot #finch cortez #finch newsies #crutchie morris #crutchie newsies #davey jacobs #david jacobs #albert dasilva #emme’s bad ideas

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if-i-hate-the-headline · 11 months

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the question of the ages-

ralbert, redfinch, or spralbert??????

oh my god ok this is a struggle (thank you for the ask though) - i'm also going to assume you're talking about livesies here because if not it's sprace for me in 1992sies personally

but for me...Ralbert because in the musical it makes the most sense. Race and Albert are seen together quite a lot and are obviously close friends, Race lets Al take his cigar and well he is annoyed (hey! that's my cigar) he doesn't get angry at him (like when he does when Buttons insinuates that "He traded her for a box of cigars" about his mother). they interact more in King of New York and are usually next to each other. also i enjoy Ralbert a lot because they're 2 of my favorite characters!!

on Redfinch, I don't think of them (Finch and Al) as particularly close and Finch is not as much of a character as Albert and Race are, but maybe that was just me not noticing him as much. though I like the idea of Albert liking Race and him not liking him back and ending up with Finch, mainly because of @crystallizedtwilight's art. (go check them out, their art is so good!!!)

Spralbert (just checking this is Spot, Race and Albert) doesn't make the most sense to me, just because Spot doesn't really interact with either of them at all, just in the same way livesies Sprace makes no sense because Race and Spot don't even talk.

hope this was a good answer (i could talk for hours) but Ralbert is definitely my favorite and I just wrote a Ralbert fic on ao3 so go read it if you haven't - it's called "Just Admit You're Wrong" and my acc is pinetree603 (i'm working on a javid prompt fill right now)

RALBERT

edit: i lowkey just realized this is a nonsensical audhd rant so feel free to disregard

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sparkedblaze · 11 months

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SPRALBERT IS AMAZING TOO

anything including my child al

OKAY SICK

ALSO I HOPE YOU WERE ASKING ABOUT THE MODERN AU BC THAT'S WHAT I'M ABOUT TO RANT/INFODUMP WITH THIS

T/W IT'S VIOLENT BC @noxexistant GAVE ME PERMISSION TO USE THE FIGHT CLUB AU

And also t/w for cursing and mentioned homophobia as well

BELOW THE CUT

The Delanceys started the RFC (Refuge Fight Club, more commonly known as the Ring) when Oscar turned 14, Morris was 12. They had an itch that needed to be scratched, and they knew that the only way to do that was to fight. At least this way, they had consent to kick the others’ asses. No holds barred, bare knuckled fistfights. These are all out brawls that happen in the basement of the Refuge. The two of them hold top spot for years. There’s an age requirement (no one under 13-originally placed so Oscar could keep Morris safe just a little longer). There’s rules against girls fighting (Oscar underestimates everyone. He thinks that being born with a uterus means you’re weak). There’s special brutality toward out lgbt folk.

Albert is the first to break the age requirement. He’s only 10 when he fights for the first time. He’s allowed to fight because he essentially bullies Oscar (who’s six years older, and at least two feet taller) into letting him do it. And by bully, I mean this kid pranks him relentlessly. It starts with small things. Hand in warm water while he sleeps, whipped cream in the hand and tickle his nose, stealing his clothes while he’s in the shower. They’re simple, harmless pranks.

Until they’re not.

Soon, Albert is oiling the stairs-hurting Oscar, Morris, and several of his own friends (he feels so fucking bad about his friends getting hurt). He’s putting mousetraps on the floor below his and Morris’s bed.

Oscar asks him what it would take for him to fucking stop before someone actually gets hurt, and Albert tells him that he’s gotta let him fight, just once. If he holds his own, he keeps fighting, and if not he’ll know better.

Albert fights almost every day after that. Fights daily until he’s exhausted and heaving with it, but he grins the entire time. He loses about twice a week, when he’s too exhausted for the fight to go on too long, and he’s in and out of the ring. But he goes, patches himself up, and passes out on a bed for roughly 22 hours. He eats, and immediately goes down to the basement, looking for whoever had beaten him the night before.

His first break in that pattern comes when Antonio gets put in the Refuge (he’s 11). Toni is appalled by the Ring at first. He thinks it’s brutal and horrifying and all these other things. But, he starts thinking about the bets his papá made at the horse track in Brooklyn, and his brain starts working out how maybe they could do that with the fights and-wait his new red-headed friend is literally a dead man walking right now.

Toni (not Racetrack, yet) told him that he would probably stop losing if he’d just take a day or two break a week, and at first Albert says hell no

But then Toni talks him into taking a break for a day, and Albert goes back the day after absolutely ready to dominate the ring.

And he does

And that's the first fight Toni takes bets on. And everyone expects Albert to suck and be out of practice

So he rakes in the dough on that fight.

MORE FUN (LESS VIOLENT) THINGS THAT I HAVE WRITTEN DOWN:

Streams games, very popular. Isn’t verified because he doesn’t care enough to go through all the steps to do it.

Has a massive crush on Racetrack Higgins before he meets the stupid fuck, and then he 'meets' him, realizes that it's ANTONIO FUCKING HIGGINS THAT BITCH, and promptly kicks his ass.

Rents a massive house (Like this bitch is literally like 8-10 bedrooms. But they all split the rent, so it's kinda okay) with Finch, Race, Spot, Hotshot, Ike, Blink, Mush, Tommy, Barney, and Specs. There’s a very strict no siblings allowed rule bc sometimes Albert, Race, and Ike just need to get away. There are exceptions, but it’s only if they’re told beforehand, and given at least 3 days’ notice.

Front Page Story: Gaming streamer. King of FPS games (hence the acronym of his name). He’s been featured in several gaming magazines, and some out of the community. Is almost always invited to things like VidCon.

The guy is popular. He's small and cute, but quick to anger, and his fans eat that shit up. They don't ask why he's always ready for a fight. They don't ask where the scars on his body came from. They're honestly too scared to.

But, on the other hand, he's very personable when people actually meet him in person. He's not as angry and he doesn't yell as much (it's more unsettling than any of them expect)

Like his fans literally adore him, and they can and will fight for him

Albert is reintroduced to Racer after he and Spot are already together, and it kind of makes his stomach churn because he's had a crush on this boy since they were literally children. And here comes this guy, unliked by Race's oldest brother, somehow more violent than Albert himself, and he's got Racer.

And then, Albert meets him.

Fucker's charismatic, and he kinda has a nice smile, but he too is unattainable.

Until he's not.

Race and Spot come to him, explaining that they both may or may not kind of be head over heels for this dumbass. He's taken aback at first, can see the discomfort in Race's expression as he tries to explain it (though what he doesn't know is that discomfort comes from his younger years of being raised strictly Catholic).

When he agrees to a date, he thinks he might melt, because he's never seen either of them smile that wide. Those two are absolutely beaming at him.

And he thinks that, maybe this won't be so bad.

#this is all I have for now #am I setting an unattainable precedent putting a twitter post in here?#yes #will I be taking it out?#no #newsies #livesies #92sies #albert dasilva #newsies modern au #newsies incorrect quotes #raggedy albert

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jack-whatsyourangle · 2 years

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thinking about writing a ralbert oneshot based on Love to Keep Me Warm by Laufey & dodie bc OMG if there was ever a christmas song that fits them

#ralbert #could also be spralbert #newsies #livesies #i want to read this as much as write it #newsies live #spralmer #if other writers want to use this concept PLEASE do and tag me

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starlitink · 2 years

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Past the Blood and Bruise :)

ALRIGHT BITCHES LET'S JUMP RIGHT INTO IT

(This is a Sprace blog with a dash of Spralbert because IDK much about Albert at the present moment so Sprace is what you get)

Okay so the Delancey brothers are absolute monsters to poor Race because he’s openly gay and they’re homophobic jerks

They hurt him the most out of all the newsies and threaten the younger kids like Crutchie and Les to make him keep quiet about what they're doing

Race passes the injuries off as minor things (ran into a wall, tripped and hit his face on a bedpost, etc.)

After the Delanceys break his arm (or something equally bad), Race finally breaks down and tells Spot what’s been going on, and Spot loses. His. Mind.

He takes Race back to Manhattan himself purely so he can scream at Jack because how could you let this happen to him, Kelly?! Race is hurt bad, and you did nothing?! (In Jack’s defense, he has about 40 other boys to worry about. Also, they often come home looking a little beat up, so he didn’t think twice about it.)

While Davey (who has the most medical knowledge) fixes up all of Race’s injuries, Spot and Jack go after the Delanceys and make sure they know not to lay a single finger on Race again.

Honestly, this reads more like a oneshot than a full fic, but I'm not good at full fics, so this is what you get.

#sprace #spot conlon newsies #spot conlon #spot conlon x race higgins #spot conlon x racetrack higgins #spot newsies #spot x race #racetrack higgins #race higgins #race newsies #racetrack newsies #newsies #livesies #ask aster

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we-are-inevitable · 2 years

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okay im gonna struggle to explain this but i just..

spralbert headcanon-sleeping positions.

their bed is pushed against the wall and it's not big enough for the three of them but they make it work

race gets cold easily so he always sleeps in the middle. always. spot is usually on his right, closer to the wall and the window, because the sunlight/birds are how he wakes up (he HATES alarms)

albert sleeps on the edge, on race's left, he always gets up in the middle of the night for water or whatever. the problem with the too-small bed is that at least once a week, al falls off (they put pillows on the floor because of this) and race and spot will help him back up and switch him with spot

idk you can elaborate on this even more or just give your opinion i just really like this idea?

wait ok bestie how did you know spralbert is one of my favorite things

anyway i ADORE THIS ?? i really enjoy the fact that they all have a designated Sleeping Side- but as i was reading, i was like. thinking about those rougher days when one of them is just kind of quiet and subdued and depending on the emotional status of whoever it is, i think they'd get to sleep in the middle? just to have that extra Love and Support. and it's kind of an unspoken thing and it's just rlly rlly soft

also i love the idea of spot being a really light sleeper, race is just. average, and al could sleep through a fucking train in the living room

i adore these and thank u sm !! it's so cute !!

#ask a jac !#newsies #spot conlon #albert dasilva #racetrack higgins #sprace #ralbert #spralbert

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moth-based-cryptology · 2 years

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Oh look. It's the obligatory request for Albert for the ask game :)

eli send two and the other was anon so you’re getting the response. as a treat. love u cam

gender headcanon

i mostly write him as he/him enby in fics. sometimes he/they as a treat

in rps w jack ( @proud-and-defiant ilysm bestie ) tho he’s ftm trans pretty often and that’s another one that brings me a lot of joy ngl

if nothing else he identifies as Himbo and i support him for that.

sexuality headcanon

bi bi bi

so. so violently bisexual

he’s really in love with his boyfriend but one time he saw a woman with a sword on twitter and promptly Collapsed

bonus hc that he’s kissed 2 people ever, 1) race, obviously and 2) sarah, who was his first kiss cause he wanted to know what it was like to kiss a girl. she came out as a lesbian like. the second they pulled away and now he jokes that he turned her gay

an otp i have with them

guess. literally guess

*sigh* ralbert, obviously

they’re in love i don’t make the rules

a notp

s,,, spralbert

i just. don’t think him and spot would Work, they’re too similar in like. the worst ways possible, and too different in the worst ways too

and we know my opinions on sprace

a brotp

albert and jack !!

albert and finch are a fun duo too

i’m also really impartial to albert, smalls and sarah being besties too cause albert needs bossy lesbian friends

favorite actor who played them

this. is pretty obvious

esp if you know me

but sky flaherty <33

favorite headcanon about them

this question is mean and cruel and awful and there’s no way i could possibly—

southern albert. (specifically georgia)

i fucking LOVE southern albert it’s the cutest thing in the entire world and it makes me SO HAPPY in every variation of it

southern mama, born and raised in the south before moving to manhattan in middle school, southern small town au. doesn’t matter, they all make me happy.

my opinion about them

my favorite man

literal pride and joy

this is my jac assigned kin and claimed favorite newsboy he’s just. yeah. yeah <3333

#never not read the tags #newsies #livesies #albert dasilva #racetrack higgins #ralbert #spam ralbert gang #ralbert ralbert ralbert #chandler the ralbert cult leader #chandler the resident ralbert expert #the ralbert collective #the butterfly boys #albert dasilva headcanons #ilysm cam #ilysm jack #asks !!

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smallrunningmachine · 4 years

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Who in your ship complains endlessly about going camping while watching their overly enthusiastic SO going about setting up the tent and stuff and who is the HYPED SO?

(Disclaimer: I do not ship all of these myself, but I know that people do, so I included them.)

Javid

Jack freaking loves camping. Davey doesn't really like it but he loves watching Jack look incredibly happy while he runs around setting up because he's so adorable when he's happy. Davey likes to take photos and show them to Jack though, and Jack loves admiring his incredibly talented bf's work

Jackcrutchie

Once again, Jack is crazy about camping. He loves to carry Crutchie into their tent bridal style and Crutchie thinks it's great. Plus, Crutchie is the sort of s'more cook who c a r e f u l l y toasts one (1) marshmallow over several minutes while Jack lights his on fire and laughs like a maniac

Jatherine

Kath actually enjoys camping and so does Jack, but Jack is the really hyped one. Kath really loves just cuddling under the stars and lighting marshmallows on fire

Jack/Sarah

Sarah tends to be kind of nervous on camping trips but once Jack asks her to teach him a recipe she feels a bit happier. She also loves looking at Jack's drawings while they're camping and hearing Jack tell her the stories behind them

Sprace

Race would live in a tent if he could. Spot likes the woods in theory, but then he remembers the bugs. But he loves watching Race rush around and chatter nonstop about how excited he is and so he finally gives in and helps. They always make time to go swimming together and they both enjoy that so that's their common ground

Newsbians

Sarah is kind of apprehensive at first but once she sees how happy it makes Kath she throws herself into it. Plus, someone has to cook food and she's not running the risk of Kath starting a forest fire

Ralbert

Albert is firmly in the camp (ha ha) that "we should've gotten a camper". Race thinks his complaining is amusing because he knows Al is really watching him with heart eyes when his back is turned. And once he sees Al finding all the creatures fascinating he knows that's a two way street. They love to catch fireflies together and to just cuddle together and count the stars

Redfinch

Finch is crazy about camping. Albert doesn't like it much as we mentioned, but Finch's enthusiasm drags him into helping. Then he finds Finch sticks to make into slingshots and Finch thinks it's so heartwarming

Blush

Mush thinks camping is the greatest thing ever created. Blink originally tries to weasel out of coming along but when he sees Mush running around getting set up he melts and helps him. One time Blink almost steps on a road and it jumps in his face and he screams loud enough to send birds flying and Mush falls on the ground laughing

Spralbert

Race is clearly outvoted when they go camping but they all come to love just being able to be together. Spot and Al are constantly smiling while watching Race set up and chatter like a magpie about his plans for the weekend. After hushed conference, Al and Spot join in and let Race teach them what to do

Threes The Day

Jack is so happy about camping that Davey can't help but take a video of him scrambling around and chattering about how excited he is. Crutchie helps him move the camera and zoom in and out as necessary.

Ikeshot

Ike is a serial camper. Hotshot likes it all right but he loves to watch Ike doing what makes him happy. Finally, after much good-natured complaint, he joins in, and they usually spend the evenings cuddling in a hammock by the fire

#newsies #livesies #toursies #92sies #newsies 92 #newsies 1992 #newsies bway #newsies broadway #newsies the musical #newsies live #ain’t a snowball’s chance in hell I’m tagging all those ships #might add more later idk

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timetogoslumming · 4 years

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also wondering, could you do some spralbert hcs?

i shore can!

if anyone wants more spralbert, check out race and albo need electricity, my in-progress spralbert fic.

these headcanons are not specifically from that universe, but there will be some overlap.

if you were to visualize their relationship, it really would be like an equilateral triangle.

spot: realist. practical. serious.

albert: goofy. dreamer. a wee bit ditzy.

race: manic. driven. loud.

When you have just spot and race together, they end up overworking themselves. they get too serious. when just albert and race are together, its all jokes, all the time, and nothing gets done. when just albert and spot are together, they butt heads over their very different mindsets.

the three of them balance each other out. without all three, they just dont work as well.

race is bipolar. when he’s in one of his depressive states, albert is there to cheer him up. when he gets manic, spot is there to keep an eye on him and make sure he doesnt hurt himself by doing something dumb or just trying to do too much.

race’s mom died. spot’s mom is in prison. albert’s mom is a literal angel mom. she invites the boys over all the time. race and spot really enjoy having a mother figure in their lives again.

spot cant handle a lot of noise. he appreciates that albert and race are both there, because they can keep each other company while he takes a breather.

#newsies #spot conlon #racetrack higgins #albert dasilva #spralbert #Anonymous

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turtle-steverogers · 5 years

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4/20 clown wig!

hehehehehhe high bois are BACK! (feat. a very exasperated spot)

warnings: weed and clowns

ship: platonic spralbert

editing: lmao no

word count: 1732

“It is officially the greatest national holiday and I bought tickets to the circus in town.” Race froze, not shifting his gaze from his computer screen as his roommate’s words sunk in.

Slowly, he turned in his seat, fixing Albert with an incredulous stare, “Albert, what are you talking about?”

Albert stood in his doorway, weed-print snapback placed backwards on his head. Race gave him a onceover, noting his weed socks and vans. He blinked, looking behind him to glance at the date on the bottom of his screen.

April 20, 2019.

His eyes widened, “Jesus Christ I almost missed weed day!” He shut his computer quickly and stood abruptly from his seat, rounding on Albert once more, “You bought tickets to a circus? We’re gonna go to a circus high?”

Albert shrugged, “why the fuck not?” He clicked on his phone, seeing that he’d received a text, “Oh yeah, Spot’s gonna come too. Said he wasn’t gonna let us drive high I guess,” he paused for a moment, thinking, “Although I’ve done it before.”

They stared at each other for a moment, expressions blank and serious, then Race shrugged as well, pushing past him to grab his keys from the hallway.

“Okay, cool,” He called over his shoulder, “Sounds fun!”

XXX

The three boys made the short trek from the parking area towards the tent, Albert and Race attempting to seem as sober as possible given the fact that they’d just hotboxed in Race’s car, much to Spot’s dismay.

“I don’t understand why you two couldn’t have just, like, hit Albert’s pen a few times on the way,” He grumbled, pulling ahead of his two friend as they neared the tent.

“Spottiee, that wouldn’t be respecting weed day!” Race said, jogging forward and leaning into Spot’s side, “We gotta go all out!”

Spot rolled his eyes, blindly shoving Race off of him. Race stumbled to the side, pitching towards the ground.

“Christ,” Spot hissed, swooping to catch Race before he was able to fall completely, “I regret coming.”

They entered the tent, taking a moment to find their seats. It was fairly crowded, filled with families looking to bring their kids out for a fun activity. Or expose them to clowns and scar them for life. They were practically the same thing.

Spot was momentarily relieved to find they weren’t sitting next to any families with very young children. No child should be subjected to the nightmares that were Race and Albert while high.

“It smellllllsss like, uh, hay in here,” Albert said, dazedly slapping Race on the shoulder to get his attention.

Race took a moment to sluggishly place some cotton candy in his mouth, before looking at Albert. His eyes scanned slowly from Albert’s face to the center of the tent, where hay covered the ground underneath the small, circular stage platform.

His eyes widened comically, “Hey!” he hit Albert’s arm excitedly, “Hey! Albert, HEY! There’s HAY!”

Albert followed his gaze to the hay, bloodshot eyes lighting up, “Oh, I bet that’s where the smell is coming from,” he giggled, “Hey, Race, when you were telling me about the hay you said ‘hey’ and then you talked about ‘hay’...” he trailed off, frowning for a moment, “M’talkin’ stupid! I’m just talking so stupid.”

Race eyed him, amused, “yeah, you aaare, but you always do so it’s okay.”

Spot barely glanced up from his phone, “You both always do and it gives me a headache.”

The lights in the tent faded, coaxing the room to silence. Suddenly, with a flash of color, the stage lit up, revealing the ringmaster standing in the center.

“Holy fuck I want his hat,” Albert stage whispered, leaning in close to Race as he gestured to the ringmaster’s top hat.

“Go get it,” Race whispered back, lifting his legs to let Albert out.

Albert shook his head, “I’m high and gay, not stupid and impulsive.”

Spot scoffed, “Incorrect. You are, in fact, all four of those things.”

Albert frowned, opening his mouth to retort, but Spot held up a hand.

“I know this is a foreign concept for you two, but we gotta be quiet now. It’s a performance,” He gestured to where a few trapeze artists were preparing their act.

“Okay, mom,” Race said, over exaggerating each syllable and slumping into his seat, stifling a giggle.

Albert flicked his eyes towards Race, eyes glinting. He held a fist to his mouth, trying as well to hold in his own laughter. Soon, both of them were snickering unsubtly in their seats.

Spot allowed his head to tilt backwards, exasperation itching the back of his neck. He rolled his head to the side, taking in the view of hundreds of parents and suddenly feeling an odd sense of solidarity towards them.

Several acts performed without much event. Spot allowed himself to get caught up in the show, clapping along with other audience members at the acrobatics and trying not to cringe at the too loud cheering of his friends.

When the clowns came out, however, everything went to shit.

Albert let out a little scream, pressing himself further into his seat. Alarmed, Spot looked over to see him cowering and covering his face.

“What, not a fan of clowns or something?” He whispered.

Albert shook his head, peeking out between his fingers, “They’re sooo weird,” he said, words slurring together, as he leaned dramatically over his armrest to look at Spot. Spot’s eyes widened and he reared back slightly at his friend’s sudden closeness.

“And once,” Albert began, “Some kid in my class in, like, third grade told me I look like a clown ‘cause I’m pale as shit and have red hair. So, for the rest of the year, everyone called me ‘Clownbert’.”

Spot couldn’t contain his laughter at that, “C-Clownbert!? Bro, I’m sorry, I’m gonna call you that from now on.”

Albert pouted, crossing his arms and facing front again, “And I want a divorce.”

“Okay, Clownbert.”

Race suddenly turned, looking from Albert to Spot rapidly, “Oh, that’s tragic, Spot what’re you gonna do!”

Spot shook his head, “Watch the show, assholes.”

“Oh my fucking….” Albert was transfixed, eyes bulging out of his head as he tuned back into the performance.

Spot followed his gaze to where fifteen or so clowns were climbing into a small car, seemingly disappearing inside. He huffed a small laugh, looking back at Albert who’s mouth was still hanging open.

“Where do they all go?” He asked in awe.

Spot considered telling him that there was probably a hole in the car that all the clowns climbed into, leading underneath the stage, but he was enjoying Albert’s confusion. He leaned over to check on Race, but frowned when he found his friend staring at the act, eyebrows furrowed and an indiscernible look in his eyes. He looked incredibly bothered, but before Spot could question him, the elephants were brought out and Albert was once again screaming.

The rest of the performance passed rather quickly, only giving way to a few solo acts and some pretty impressive fire tricks. When it was over, Spot stood and applauded with everyone else, motioning for Albert and Race to do the same. Albert stood, enthusiastically cheering as well, but Race remained seated, still looking troubled.

“Okay, what’s gotcha put off?” Spot asked Race as soon as they got back into Race’s car. It still smelled obnoxiously like weed and Spot wrinkled his nose, rolling down the window.

Race allowed his head to loll a bit, reaching into his pocket and extracting his own dab pen, taking another drag.

He allowed the weed to work its way into his system before answering, “Dunno, I guess I see why Ronald McDonald is so depressed.”

Spot choked, ignoring Albert’s mumbled requests for fruity pebbles from the backseat, “What?”

“Being a clown’s hard, man!” Race insisted, sitting up straighter, “Ya know! No one asks clowns how they are, they just think they’re fucking creepy all the time! They always ask the clown who they are, but never how they are.”

Spot was dumbfounded, but Race was on a roll.

“You ever think there’s a reason that they climb into that little car, all of them at once,” He shifted his body so that he could see both Spot and Albert, “So they can consolidate together...mope in sadness...but of course they don’t want to stuff themselves into cars for your entertainment,” He shook his head, anger causing his face to scrunch up, “they’re paid to do this, but this isn’t right! It shouldn’t be their job, that’s clown abuse…”

He sat in thought for another moment before nodding decisively and leaning back into his seat, loosening his seatbelt.

Spot stared at the road, lost for words, “Wow, Race….that was, uh, that was-”

“Poetic,” Albert said from the back, voice sounding strained. Spot flicked his eyes to the rearview mirror to see tears glinting in Albert’s eyes and he resisted the urge to slam his head into the steering wheel.

“Thank you, Al,” Race said, “Anyway, m’hungry.”

“Me too!” Albert exclaimed, tears and clown rights forgotten, “Spot can we go pick up fruity pebbles?”

“Dontcha have some in your apartment?” Spot asked, taking the exit back to campus.

“Uhhh,” Albert cocked his head in thought, “I don’t know…”

Spot shifted his jaw, “I have an emergency stash at my apartment, let’s just go there.”

“Okay! Party!” Race cheered.

Spot managed to corral them to his room, seating them safely on the couch before venturing to the kitchen to retrieve Albert’s fruity pebbles.

“Whatcha want, Racer?” He called, pouring milk into a single serving cup of fruity pebbles.

“Mmmm mac and cheese,” Came Race’s garbled response.

“Shoulda guessed,” Spot said to himself, also preparing a Kraft microwavable cup of macaroni and cheese.

He handed Race and Albert their respective munchie snacks and perched himself on the armchair across from them, smirking when they began to scarf down the food.

He picked up the remote, switching on youtube and pulling up the latest episode of Buzzfeed Unsolved, “Did you guys have a good Weed Day?” he asked.

Albert nodded, mouth full of fruity pebbles, “yeahhhhh.”

“How ‘bout you, Race?”

“I did,” he said, taking another bite of mac and cheese, “Also, I’m dropping out of college and going to clown school to become an advocate for clown rights.”

“Jesus Christ.”

lmao Clownbert,,,,i kinda wanna photoshop that

thanks for reading, chiefs

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bigmack2go · 4 months

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Doing this with newsies cuz [reason]

favorite character: Albert. Always albert!!! Also 92' sies blink and mush are close seconds...

least favorite character: snyder… duh

5 favorite ships: blush (did u know this might be canon!!!!), purple/spralbert/robot (live breathe love for them), jelly/javey/javid (obv) ikeshot (ahhh), and joke IN THAT ORDER

character I find the most attractive: how m i suposed to answer that??

character I would marry: hotshot. I love hotshot. Idk there’s just something about her.

character I would be best friends with: lets see… deffo race cuz race is race… but also al?? But then i would take any relationship i could ever get the chance to have with al. But also ike??? I love ike???

a random thought: i love how most of the shipnames in newsies are actual words thats just everything to me!!(also i can totally get behind almer, i just dont ship it)

an unpopular opinion: joy is an underated ship!

spromeo is a bad ship. Sorry not sorry.

my canon otp: 92‘sies blush!!!

non-canon otp: spralbert… idc if its ot3 fuck u.

most badass character: fannon sarah

most epic villain: listen. Yk how in ‚la cassa de papel‘ everyone prefers gandia over aturo?? Cuz theire both just so hateable but at least gandia‘s got brains. Its like that for me with pulitzer (and snyder being aturo)

pairing I am not a fan of: jack and crutchie: crack and specs and romeO: spromeo. i just cant get behind it and jack and crutchy litterally call eachother brothers

character I feel like the writers screwed up: blink for one. And obv sarah

favorite friendship: hotshot + spot. Also jack + race!!

character I most identify with: albert or 92‘sies specs. I wont elaborate. Fir oersonal reasons.

character I wish I could be: BRO IDK???

#newsies #newsie strike #newsies 1992 #newsies musical

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hotcocoandmarshmallows · 5 years

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Spralbert hcs where uh race has anxiety?

You betcha sprinkle

Ok (FOR FUCK'S SAKE TUMBLR)

Okay so Race was diagnosed in Middle School after two one after the other panic attacks

It's gotten better since then with a hell of a lot of therapy

But it's still a issue, which he hates

He's a very independent person who would rather be spoon fed then not give in to impulsivitity

The anxiety didn't mesh well with his personality

He wanted to do the fun thing, but he also could not go near the fun thing

Rollar costars were nightmares

And then he was asked out by two people. Together. Who were dating.

Everything was telling him 'NOPE' but he said yes

And he ended up with two boyfriends

Albert knew about Race's anxiety, had since Middle School

Spot, however, had no idea

It was scary the first time Race had a panic attack

Mostly from surprise

But Spot has experience with panic attacks and tries to help

They're a mean lean helping machine

#newsies #spralbert #headcaons

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drawings-and-nightmares · 5 years

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Rule Number One

Author/Writer/Whatever: Dreams

Word Count: 2235

Editing: Uhhhhh,,,who's she?

Quick notes: Based off of like, normal modern Cryptid Crew shit that doesn't have powers. There's also nonbinary Finch and dumbassery in general.

Pairings: Mainly Blinch(Blink/Finch) but there is a hint of Spralbert(Spot/Race/Albert)

Well. He just made the stupidest mistake that has ever existed in his life, and that was saying a lot of you knew Blink personally. What was his mistake, you may ask? He may have uh...told the whole Brooklyn Borough that he was dating someone. Then of course, Spot Conlon just had to tell him to invite them over. Classic move Spot, classic move. Obviously nobody believed that he did, so now he was doing this shit. Great. Who would he even?...Fuck all of this, I guess.

They'd probably laugh at him once they realized he was lying. He wasn't like Spot, who had Race and (maybe?) Albert, or Hotshot who could blow off something as “silly” as having a date or whatever. This blowed. Maybe he could say his date was sick?...No...God. Being the one of the only ones in Brooklyn who was single and actively liked someone did suck major ass-

Then, a horrible, awful idea popped into his head and...it was so bad, that it just might work. Finch. Finch owed him a favor after the uh...slingshot incident. It’d probably work, if you took away the fact that he kinda had a bit of a small crush on Finch, meanwhile they hated him. What an amazing combination, am I right? Of course he had a crush on the person who hated him the most, but it was all good. His plan was...

…..It was foolproof!

If he was gonna get Finch to do this, he was going to need to get some stuff to convince them. Uh...chocolate, flowers...wait, were those romantic? Eh, who gave a fuck. Rubber bands, a spare slingshot, and of course, slingshot ammo!(aka, various pretty pebbles that he found on the street) This should work perfectly!...Probably. Possibly. Maybe...Ok, there were very low chances that this would go good. But still, he had to try!!

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“No.”

“But please-“

“No.”

“But I got you flowers and other shit!!!”

“That doesn’t mean that I’m going to pretend to go out with you, in front of the whole Brooklyn Borough!”

Blink sighed as him and his not so feathered friend argued. Ok, maybe this wasn’t going as good as he planned it out to be...but hey, it was uh...decent?

He sighed, giving them his famous ‘puppy dog eye’, “But Fiiiiinnnnccccchhhh…come on, please??? You owe me for the slingshot incident!”

Finch raised an eyebrow, “You mean the time that I shot you with a pebble and you fell off of the fire escape into a dumpster-“

Blink interrupted suddenly, not wanting to even mention that incident ever again, “YES! THAT INCIDENT, THAT WE SWORE TO NEVER SPEAK ABOUT AGAIN!!!!”

They snorted, laughing a bit. Damn, their laugh was adorable-

Blink no. Now is not the time for that shit, especially when you’re asking them to be your fake date for the entirety of the Brooklyn Borough.

He snapped out of it when they spoke up again, “You know what...fine. I’m bored anyways, and I guess that I do owe you...But, we have to ‘break up’ after this thing. Deal?” Finch spat into their hand, holding it out to Blink.

Blink nodded, spitting into his own hand, and shook Finch’s, “Deal.”

Finch pulled away their hand, “First, there’s a few requirements. One, no like, kissing and junk.”

He barked out a laugh, “Yeah uh...knowing Spot and everyone else, I dunno if that’ll even be brought up, but ok.”

They rolled their eyes, “Jesus, let me finish. Ok, two. Don’t be too much of a sap, ok?”

“Well I never-“

“Three. If you make more than one bird pun, god so help me, I will shoot another pebble at you. Besides, you’ve given me plenty of ammo to do so if you do break that rule.”

Blink sighed, grumbling a bit to himself, “....Is there anything else?....”

Finch hummed a bit to themself, “Not really...although, think of something more creative than your…’significant other’,” they started to laugh again, “God knows only you can do that.”

His ears and face turned a bright red, “Well uh, songbird, it is one of my specialties.” Songbird??? Where the hell did that come from????

They raised an eyebrow at that, but couldn't help the light blush on their face, “Songbird?....Huh….I guess that creative, even if you are being sappy….” Finch started to chuckle a bit, “Anyways, what time is this again?...”

“Uhhh….” Blink checked his watch, “Around eight?...”

“Pick me up at seven then. God knows you're gonna be late.”

He laughed, rubbing at the back of his neck, “Yeah, yeah….”

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Ok, to his credit...he actually did make it somewhat close to seven…meaning that it was now 7:30. But the trip to Brooklyn wasn't too long anyways, so they both should be fine. He adjusted his car mirror to make sure his clothes weren't on backwards or anything. Gray jacket? Check. Pale yellow t-shirt? Check. Decent ripped jeans that he got at a sale? Check. Alright. He was all good to go.

Blink’s head turned as he heard a door open, and saw Finch. And...holy shit dude...Instead of their sweatshirt that they always seemed to wear, Finch was now wearing a pastel blue sweater instead, and...it looked good. He shook his head slightly, he couldn't get distracted now. Blink sighed a bit, and started up the car, as they leaned their head into the open car window.

“Fashionably late as always, Kid Blink?” Finch teased, grinning at him.

“Mhm...better late than never, songbird.” He laughed a bit, leaning against his seat.

They rolled their eyes and pulled their head out of the window, opening the car door and sitting down. “You know, you really can drop that nickname until we get there.” Finch shut the door and fastened their seatbelt.

Blink started to drive, smirking at them, “Mmm...yeah, but you see, Finch. I have this condition called ‘I don't really want to’. It's very contagious, from what I hear.”

Finch huffed slightly, but made no further objections to the nickname. The car ride continued in not so awkward silence, with some argument whether or not the radio station and/or music they were listening to was complete and utter garbage, or amazing entertainment that everyone should listen to and worship for its glorious lyrics.

They finally pulled in towards the apartment, which was of course, filled with people from the Brooklyn Borough. Did Spot throw a party or some shit?...To show off Blink not having a partner?...He was probably just being paranoid, since most people in Brooklyn just kind of gravitated towards the apartment anyways, like it was a black hole or the sun or...some other space and physics shit.

He opened his own door and slid over the hood in order to open Finch’s, like a real gentleman would. They responded to this by, of course, rolling their eyes at Blink’s complete and utter sap. Despite the playful banter in the car, and even the teasing now, both were nervous as hell, due to the mass of all of the Brooklyn Boys in one space.

Blink, being Blink, slipped his hand onto Finch’s, and surprisingly, they didn’t protest in return. They just gave him a glance, before starting to walk themself and Blink towards the complex, hand in hand. Ok, now that he was thinking about it, maybe he should’ve just...accepted the other humiliation. Nearly everyone in Brooklyn knew about his crush on Finch, and if he actually walked in with them, there’d definitely be teasing, and...he didn’t want to put Finch through that.

He blinked(hahahaha) in surprise when they suddenly stopped in front of the door, noticing Finch staring at him, “Uhhh…..yes?....”

Finch sighed slightly, rolling their eyes, “Well? Aren’t you going to knock?”

“Why don’t you knock?...You’re obviously paying more attention than me.”

“Oh my god,” they pinched the bridge of their nose, annoyed, “because all of Brooklyn would wonder why the hell I’m here, if you don’t introduce me first?...Wait, don’t you live here? Why aren’t you just opening the door-“

Before Finch could finish their sentence, the front door slammed open, and there was a very confused looking Hotshot. Chaos was clearly happening behind the confused boy, but it was honestly just a normal day in Brooklyn. Blink sighed in relief, thankful that he now didn’t have to explain that he was nervous about the others. Speaking of which…

Hotshot looked up and down at the ‘couple’, and smirked, looking at the both of them, “Damn. You were actually telling the truth. Honestly, I’m surprised.” He laughed, and leaned against the doorframe, “Looks like our cooking wasn’t for nothing after all!”

Blink grimaced, “Please don’t tell me that you guys cooked without me...did you mess up my fucking kitchen again?...”

“Relax! Albert and Race came over to laugh at you-“ The other boy realized what he was saying, “Errr...I mean, they came over to help cook?....”

He rolled his eye, “Yeah. Cause that’s much better. Anyways...this is Finch-“

“The Finch? You mean the Manhattan Finch that you’ve had a cr-“

Blink kicked Hotshot in the shins subtlety, looking back at Finch to see if they noticed. Luckily, they seemed distracted by their sweater sleeve, “Oh! Hotshot! Did you hurt your knee? How sad!” His voices dripped with sarcastic sympathy, just like venom would.

Finch rolled their eyes, pushing past Hotshot and Blink, “If you two would excuse me, I think I’m going to head upstairs and actually eat something. Don’t kill each other while I’m gone.”

He smiled a bit at his...well...his fake birdfriend. Heh. Birdfriend. Maybe if he stopped being dumb about it, he’d actually end up asking them out-

“Wow. I see why you like them.” Hotshot called out, causing Blink to roll his eye.

“Shut up. Let’s just go see if anything’s salvageable in the kitchen.”

“Eh. There’s probably….something. Maybe the Brooklyn Blend-“

“We’re not making Finch drink the Brooklyn Blend. Besides, that’s for us Brooklyn Boys.”

Hotshot raised an eyebrow, “Well, at this rate, they’ll be a Brooklyn Boy soon enough-“

“Oh my god, shut the hell up already.”

Blink trudged to the kitchen with Hotshot behind him, sighing as he entered. There sat Finch, with a few Brooklyn Boys beside them, and right next to them, was Spot Conlon himself. In the background, something on the stove was definitely burning.

Spot was laughing, “Tell me, Finch. How did he even work up the nerve to ask you out? Leave absolutely nothing out.”

He looked over at Finch, and felt a spike of nervousness impale him as they just smirked in response. Oh god no…

“Welllllllll…..” They placed a finger to their chin, tapping lightly, ��You should’ve really seen him to believe it...he was being all blushy and sappy, per usual,” Finch chuckled softly, “...honestly, though. How’d he become so poetic for someone who eats raw chicken?”

That arose a laugh from Hotshot, Spot, and the rest. Blink crossed his arms and mumbled something along the lines of, “I’m gonna go put out that fire now,” and wandered to the stove, turning it down.

“You know, Finch,” Spot. Please. Please no- “Blink’s has his eye on the ‘Manhattan Finch’ for a while now. Which is saying a lot, if you know him personally.”

Blink let out a groan that was filled with nothing but emotional embarrassment. Well this was fucking great. Perfectly peachy, if you will.

Finch seemed a bit startled, blinking as he looked at the others, and then at Blink, raising an eyebrow, “...Really?...Huh. I didn’t...know that.”

They continued their conversation with the others while he tried to salvage the meal. Damn. He needed to teach the others how to actually cook for once. As he was finishing up, he felt someone tap on his shoulder. Blink turned back around to face…

Finch.

Of course they'd have questions after...all of that. After turning off the stove, he sighed, “Uh...yes songbird?...”

“Can I...talk to you for a minute?...Alone?...” They fidgeted with the hem of their sweater. Was Finch...nervous?...

Well, if Finch wasn't nervous, Blink sure as hell was, “Uhhhh….I'm assuming that I'm gonna have to say yes to that.”

Finch sighed, rolling their eyes. They grabbed a hold of his sleeve, pulling him onto the fire escape while the other Brooklyn Boy's were distracted.

Blink tapped his foot anxiously, “Sooooo….is there a reason you pulled me out here, or-”

They leaned onto the railing of the fire escape, letting out a low, exhausted sigh, “Jesus Blink...do you know how long I've waited for you to stop being stupid???”

“Wait, what-”

All that Blink knew after that, was Finch’s soft lips pressing onto his own. It was funny, in a sense, since Finch had to stand on their damn tippy toes to reach him. But hey, he wasn't really...paying too much attention to that right now.

When they pulled away, he stared at them with a wide eye. Of course, his dazed mind could only think about one thing, “B...but what about the rules?? Rule number one???”

Finch smiled warmly at him, and pressed another soft kiss to his lips, “To hell with it.”

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jack-kellys · 5 years

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behold—fizz’s fic masterlist!

pretty rad huh? we’re finally makin it!

Ao3: (x) some things from tumblr’ll go on here, not all, but it’d be nice to receive a lil kudos or smth ;)

OH! QUICKLY!

things I will Most Likely Not/Not Write:

-smut until I learn how to

-rarepairs That are like...JoJo/Elmer, or Ike/HotShot, you get my drift like. you can request them but if they don’t get done y’all know why

-yyyeah this’ll be updated gents dw

now onto our main event:

Stand-alones (more or less)

Ralbert:

I think I’ll stay (aka my first fic ayy)

you don’t have to act like you’re okay (a right after the strike fic)

eat before you leave (race is a sick boy)

at least we have cookies? (al cannot cook shit)

midnight snack (roommate confession)

shut up (kazoos are involved)

look at the idiot in the loki costume (halloween 2018!)

a snow party for the rest of our lives (christmas 2018!)

I like your eyes on me (prequel to snow party)

could you be happy? (mostly al, has race at the end. a look into al’s home life)

their “always” (origin story to the walgreens au. al is dumb)

Spider-Man Au

happy halloween? (al finds out about race)

everything hurts, but I was right (immediate aftermath fshjdljk)

the beginning of the end (this otherwise fluffy au really takes a turn for the Worst)

Spalbert

die for you (the shoplift fic!)

project partners, or..? (college confession, or, like, outing)

clingy is cool (same universe as project partners; soft nonsense)

the eye of a hurricane (spot needs a cool down after a breakdown)

Javid

someday (jack’s in love with dave, but in detail)

there and maybe back (once that train MAKES—)

no such thing (jack has some trouble moving on; entry for saph’s contest)

Sprace

bonnie + clyde au

when we drive (part one: with a getaway car and also al)

raise a little hell (part two: race runs into the wrong moment and doesn’t quite regret it) (technically ralbert but sprace is the Theme)

Jackcrutchie

capeless superman (race in the refuge in this, not crutchie. crutch's reaction to jacks betrayal)

Almer

a spooky valentines day dude (I don’t want to write lovey shit so so someone gets possessed, aka Valentine’s Day 2019)

the abilities au

like him (albert is the only one of his friends without powers)

Rarepairs

spromeo— you’re flawless (they go shopping)

spralbert— sip (they argue and then have tea)

tommy boy/mush— ding (elevator nonsense)

redfinch— that lonely altar (newsies secret santa 2018 gift; royalty au)

redfinch— slam the brakes (platonic boys. al goes to finch for a major dilemma)

Ensemble Fics

the one she cared about, part one (thanksgiving 2018!)

the one she cared about, part two (thanksgiving 2018!)

Singular Character Fics

albert— it’s routine (vent fic; goes into al’s head about his home life)

Saphie’s Questionable Government Spies Spin-offs

what the fuck with the weapons lab (my entry for a contest. davey yells a lot)

a suffocating feeling (a headcanon of saph’s put into a fic)

Ongoing Series

He and Them— the albert-delancey friendship fics

they called him “red” (entire origin story of the friendship)

they still follow him (al’s first day of selling; I put this with this series cause it implies stuff)

they won’t leave him (al runs into them after two years. it sticks with him.)

Thank u, next— the supernatural-spooky ralbert fic

chapter one

chapter two

chapter three

chapter four

chapter five, part one

chapter five, part two

“Super” Broke

chapter one- Jack

How it Goes

part one- race

part two- davey

part three- albert

let me know if anything is wack! thanks!

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