#ianafe

[pigeonwit]

Hi pidge - 🫐🍒 for the ask game pls :)

noodles lets GO-

🫐 a line from a published work that you’re proud of, but no one’s mentioned yet - or if you can’t think of one, an underrated line in general

ohhh hm. hmmm hm hm hm. okay i know what my answer is but it's not newsies so full disclosure there:

“But-!” Donnie splutters as Simmons lashes leather straps around his arms and legs. “But that’s pseudoscience! None of what you’ve said has even been tested, let alone proven, you’re just – you’re delusional!”

Barlow slams his fist on the table, inches away from Donnie’s head, and the metal sings in his ears like a banshee.

“I am a scientist.” He sneers, lips pulled back, half feral and all mad. “And you are little more than the second evolutionary stage of a child’s first pet. You’re not the first to turn up your nose at the uglier side of discovery, Donatello, and you won’t be the last. You’re welcome to call my methods an abomination, but tell me – where would humanity be, had Darwin not killed God?”

(you have no idea how simultaneously proud and ashamed i am of that line. most metal thing i've ever written and it's for a ninja turtles fic.)

🍒 favorite sweet quote from a wip

“Manhattan liked that I kissed you?” He asks, brows quirked, and Davey jerks to stare at him like he’s been caught in a trap.

“Well-!” He sputters awkwardly. “It – I did say, y’know, I-I’m Manhattan, and – and Manhattan’s me, in a way, like – when I knew something was wrong with it, sometimes it knows when something’s wrong with me, or – or when something’s, um…” He turns and clears his throat, staring from the shore to the treeline to anywhere Jack conveniently isn’t. “When something’s… Really, really right with me…”

Jack claps a hand on Davey’s shoulder, forces their gazes to meet.

“Davey.” He says firmly. “Does Manhattan… Have a crush on me?”

Davey steeples his fingers over his mouth, trying to hide his flustered grimace.

“Little bit?”

#ask #bunchawetnoodles #tmnt #ianafe #newsies #manhattan wv #pigeon scribbles

[littlehoneyvee]

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[creativemixes5-blog]

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[pigeonwit]

Venus stares at him, jaw to the floor, her already bulging eyes wide.

“How,” she shudders and jabs a finger at him, “are you doing that?!”

Donnie frowns.

“Doing what?”

Venus’s face goes through about a million thoughts at once, all seeming to overlap and crash into what Donnie can only describe as a thousand-way pile-up of follow-up questions, until she settles for simply flapping her hands at him and making some sort of bizarre honking sound.

“Wh- oh, walking!” Donnie laughs awkwardly. “Yeah, um – there’s this Shugendo practice, uh – Kuji-kiri? Well – we call it Healing Hands, but it – it, um… Heals you. Faster. Basically.”

Venus presses her hands together and touches them to her lips, taking a deep breath as she casts her eyes towards the ceiling, as if she were praying to some imaginary god of hijinkery.

“Okay.” She says, voice flat, pointing her pressed hands towards the floor. “I can’t deal with this right now.”

#i will finish this fic so help me CHRIST #this is a new era for me. starting now i get shit DONE. #i speak that seed into existence i will see it grow #tmnt #tmnt 2012 #ianafe #pigeon scribbles

[pigeonwit]

IANAFE ENJOYERS IM WORKING ON IT I SWEAR I PROMMY I AM WORKING ON IT

#ianafe #tmnt #tmnt 2012 #ITS DIFFICULT BUT WE'RE CHIPPING AWAY AT IT!!!

[pigeonwit]

its so fucking hard to make 12!splinter likeable but by god i wont rest until its done

#tmnt #ianafe #tmnt 2012

[pigeonwit]

almost 5k into ianafe chapter 3 and these two idiots have STILL not interacted with each other

#- complains the author as though he does not have complete control over this story #look i know. i KNOW im being frustrating but the one thing i hate in fics more than ANYTHING #is when characters either respond way too lightly or way to healthily to a traumatic situation #i cannot comprehend it. if something that fucked up happens to me i'm not gonna be sunshine and rainbows about it #i'm not gonna healthily compartmentalize and process all that shit in two seconds #i want those bitches to WALLOW and then pull themselves outta there at the pace they need while being loved and supported throughout #so it's entirely possible that ianafe 3 is going to be even longer than ianafe 2 but you dont UNDERSTAND ok its about the RECOVERY #the JOURNEY #stick with me yall i am trying #jonatello #tmnt #tmnt2012 #ianafe

[pigeonwit]

it is truly stunning how i wrote 16k words of torture and toxicity with minimal procrastination and yet the fluffy recovery-centric finale is whats tripping me up

#im sure this has nothing to do with me kinning donnie so heavily that i cannot fathom him being treated with kindness #im sure this is not a reflection of my psyche at ALL! #ohhhh im trying yall. im trying. one last essay and one last exam and then its teetle time #tmnt #tmnt 2012 #ianafe

[pigeonwit]

in ianafe chapter 3 we tackle the BIG questions - like does PETA exist in the 2012 tmntverse?

#also we're 6999 words in can i get a WAHOO!!!!!! #ianafe #tmnt

[pigeonwit]

“I think-” the words trip out of him, running away before he can even realize- “I think I might’ve skipped being a kid and just gone straight into being an adult.”

It’s not technically a lie, but there’s no way for him to explain the truth – not in a way Jack would understand. Not in a way anyone would understand, maybe. Because there’s no way to properly explain the ways in which Davey’s both old and young, adult and child, but never quite in between. He knows how he talks, how he holds himself – not many seventeen year olds would say the word auspicious in casual conversation - and he knows he’s a more than a little bit prudish, cringing away from spit-shakes and rough-housing and all the other manners of boys being boys that always felt so immature to him. But as old as he might be in some ways, there are still pieces of him that feel raw and undeveloped, so very oblivious to the facts of life that seemed to come so easily to everyone else. Everyone else seemed to know what to do and how to do it without ever being told, and Davey – Davey was a child who still needed instructions. Sarah was flying through school while Davey trudged his way through algebra. Les had taken to selling papes like a natural, and Davey had needed Jack to hold his hand. His father understood the rules of men – how they spoke, how they lied, how to lie without lying – but Davey… Davey’s not sure he’s even a man. He’s older than his schoolmates, older than the newsies, perhaps even older than his father in some ways – but he still feels like he’s only a boy.

#(i grab davey like a squeeze toy) #you will feel the horrors :))) of autistic adolescence :))) #pigeon scribbles #(thats my wip tag do u like it. do u think its coooool. pretty epic poggers huh) #i need to work on ianafe so fucking badly... but the allure of davey's autism is so very strong #newsies #uksies #west endsies #javid #davey jacobs #david jacobs #long post #run boy run

[pigeonwit]

“So – what, you're saying my schoolmates want to talk to me now because I sell newspapers?” “No, Davey,” Katherine sighs like a teacher with a particularly slow student. “I’m saying that girls want to talk to you now because you were in the newspaper.” Of all the ways ways Davey had imagined the aftermath of the strike going, this was one outcome he hadn’t planned for. - Davey gets noticed. Unrelated, Davey takes up running.

a mostly comedic wip i had rotting in limbo since 2019 has become a fullblown davey jacobs character study. autistic davey stans come get yall juice

#(to be clear ianafe is my priority fic i just really wanted to post this since i already had this chapter perfected) #(i do have more!! and more is coming!! but ianafe is the Big One rn) #javid #davey jacobs #david jacobs #jack kelly #newsies #west endsies #uksies #(written with that cast in mind so thats why im tagging them)

[pigeonwit]

Some people fly. Some people crawl. Some people are angels and some people are vermin. Jack knows this all too well. But then there's Davey.

wingfic but make it ugly. wingfic but make it vermin. wingfic but make them pigeons and moths and roaches and let them still be considered beautiful.

#im gonna finish ianafe i swear to god im gonna finish it #i just wanted a study break so i wrote a oneshot #once i knock out this exam im gonna get it finished i PROMMY #dont give up on me tmnt fandom i remember you #newsies #west endsies #uksies #(i had the uk cast in mind while writing this so thats why im tagging those) #javid #jack kelly #davey jacobs #david jacobs #javey #tcobs

[pigeonwit]

manhattan, west virginia (WIP, scene scribble)

Jack watches, mouth agape, as the axe-headed dog tentatively grips the axe handle in its jaws like a bone. It looks at Davey, who is still pointedly chopping his tree, and then to Jack, who is still staring like an idiot. It’s eyes snap wide and it growls – its nose doesn’t wrinkle like a regular dog, the hard axe-shape being too pointed for it to do so, but its lips still pull back, showing off small, sharp teeth. Jack looks away with a jolt, his whole body shaking with the fury of his heartbeat – and with a soft scuffling sound, he can hear the dog disappear back into the undergrowth.

Jack sighs like he hasn’t breathed in ten years, his whole body going slack as he collapses against his stump.

“I told you.” Davey shrugs as he continues his chopping – the cheap axe-head slips off the handle, which he cavalierly tosses towards the bush from which the dog had first appeared. “Axe-handle hounds. Valuable part of the ecosystem here.”

Jack tries to speak – he musters some panicked garble. Davey finally looks at him again, brow quirked and – God damn him, the bastard is smirking.

“Are you okay?” He asks. “They’re not dangerous, you know. There’s much worse ‘round here.”

“It growled at me!” Jack manages to force out of his throat – Davey only laughs at him, and Jack hates him for it, and doubly hates him for looking so pretty while he does so, the ass.

“They’re not aggressive, Jack.” Davey says, far too casually. “Just don’t like being seen, that’s all.”

He’s quiet for a moment – the air between them is silent, save for the occasional smacks of Davey’s axe into the tree, and Jack’s shaky breaths. And then, softly, “most things here are the same way.”

There’s something behind the words – a truth beneath the truth, one that’s smaller and quieter, but just as important. Jack watches as Davey works – the tightness in his shoulders, the way his pupils flick over the bark, running away when they reach too close to the corners of his eyes – too close to where Jack’s sitting.

“Oh.” Jack says quietly, feeling more like an intruder than he ever has since arriving in this bizarro town. “I – oh.”

He rises from the stump, stumbles a little on uneven ground – he needs better shoes, his sneakers are barely holding up against the woodland floor – and grabs blindly, blunderingly, for his satchel. He turns on his heel, ready to run out of these woods and get somewhere where he can at least pretend he fits, when-

“Wait.” Davey calls, and his voice tethers into Jack’s shoulders with invisible strings. He whirls around far too quickly – Davey’s still watching him. Seeing him. Hands held towards his chest, still holding his axe at an awkward angle. There’s a soft curiosity sweeping through his posture, from the way he’s angling his neck just-so to the way he’s leaning all his weight onto the balls of his feet, like he wants to lift up on his tip-toes for a better view. It’s a fragile kind of curiosity. Intimate, almost. Jack would almost feel guilty for seeing it – but Davey’s the one who called him, wasn’t he? So… Perhaps it’s allowed.

“You, um.” Davey says quietly. “You should stay. If you want,” he adds, his cheeks twinging with a pinkness Jack’s never seen before. It adds some colour to his pale skin, raw pigment on cotton paper – it makes him look alive.

“If… I want?” Jack echoes, feeling oddly on the brink of – something he can’t quite name. Davey nods sheepishly, not meeting Jack’s eyes.

“If you want.” He says. “The woods can be dangerous, you’re – you’re not meant to go alone.”

Jack cocks his head at him.

“‘Cause of the hidebehinds.” Davey adds. Jack raises an eyebrow.

“You’re alone.”

Davey shrugs.

“They like me.”

He nods his head towards a skinny spruce tree. A large, thick arm, black-furred and far thicker than the tree itself, reaches out and waves at them – and then disappears again behind the trunk. Davey smiles – if Jack weren’t half losing his mind, he’d say he looks almost bashful.

“See?”

#i don't know if this au qualifies as crack treated seriously. i think it does but i really dont wanna call it that. #i just really love the idea of davey being this nerdy and (seemingly) normal guy who's like catnip to Weird Things #anyways i adore axehandle hounds so much. they're one of my favourites for this au. #besides skvaders/jackalopes/wolpertingers (the Weird Rabbit Family if i may) #man. dachschunds with axe faces #cryptids are just pokemon huh #newsies #uksies #west endsies #livesies #javid #javey #david jacobs #davey jacobs #jack kelly #manhattan wv #god i love writing weird shit. when im done w ianafe and run boy run im gonna get SO weird

[pigeonwit]

manhattan, west virginia (WIP, scene scribble)

“You did not,” Davey says raggedly, his voice low and rusted as he stares right through Jack’s chest, “tell me what was chasing you.”

“Chasing me?” Jack whispers. His stomach drops, his palms sweat, his throat closes up like he’s being choked, up against the wall, drops of spittle flecking his face, ‘what did you do?!’-

Davey’s hands clap against his shoulders, keeping him pressed – like gravity – to the ground.

“He won’t get in.” And when he says it, Jack knows it’s true. There are no lies in the way Davey stares into his eyes, his brow tight and determined, his mouth set in a stubborn, furious line – his blue, blue eyes glinting like daggers in the moonlight. “We won’t let him.”

Jack wants to believe him. Desperately, he does. But he can’t help the way his eyes flick to the blood and ash smeared across Davey’s temple.

“What…” He says weakly, the words catching and cutting against his tender throat. “How…?”

Davey bites his lip. Looks away. Closes his eyes and breathes, bone-deep.

“Rage makes monsters of all men.”

Jack trembles. Trembles like a child. He swallows thickly, forces himself to be solid.

“You said…” He coughs into his fist, shakes away the lump in his throat, because he’s twenty one and men don’t cry, even if he still feels childishly raw. “You said you don’t work with monsters.”

Davey’s eyes flick open, moon-silver, otherworldly and ancient and dangerous.

“I don’t work with monsters.” He says low in his throat. “But all men bleed.”

#cryptid au has a name now!! #this isn't gonna be anything intense or action heavy like ianafe - i don't even think i'm gonna make it a multichap like i thought #but i love exploring humanity in literature and i think jack's relationship with his father is fascinating given the little we know about i #and i love writing about cryptids and monsters and humans that are only human in name #and creatures that have more humanity than so called 'humans' themselves #i also especially love the idea of davey having this weirdgirl hiker field-researcher journalist overall nerd vibe #but also like. studies bigfoot for funzies. has camped in the TNT area. can and WILL use a shotgun if necessary. #especially against shitty dads #manhattan WV #pigeon scribbles #javid #jack kelly #davey jacobs #david jacobs #newsies #livesies #uksies #west endsies

[pigeonwit]

Davey tries to keep his head down the next day at school. He’s become unused to making himself small – truly, the newsies have spoiled him. But he’s re-learning, albeit slowly, the many ways in which he clung to corners and shadows, all the ways he kept his eyes down and his feet forward, all the little tricks he used to turn his body into simply a thing that moved him, rather than a person of any kind. It’s not as easy as it used to be – it feels a bit uncomfortable, turning himself into a ghost when he’s spent so long being alive. He doesn’t just mean the strike, incredible as it was; just existing with the newsies, with Jack, it felt like a piece of him that had been left neglected all his life had suddenly flourished, tasting sunlight and being invited to grow. Davey, he has learned, is loud. He likes being loud. He likes yelling over the newsies to ‘shut ya dumb asses up, the one with a brain is talking!’, and he likes making his weird jokes and laughing at theirs, laughing with his whole body, and he loves ranting about Swift and Diogenes and King Lear without having anyone tell him, ‘Davey, no one cares.’.

It's a shame, to run gracelessly into existence, only to crawl your way back to the empty cracks and crevices no one cares to look in. But Davey’s done it before - he’ll be ok. And besides, he’ll be able to exist again later. Loud and shameless and loving every bit of it. He can get used to that, to living in sips, as long as he gets to taste something.

He makes it through the school day easily enough. The boys on his side of the classroom don’t pay him any heed – he has his shoulders tucked up to his ears, eyes pointed squarely at the ground, everything about him small and unthreatening, just the way it used to be.

(He feels dirty, doing this again. Or – perhaps not dirty, but… Dusty. That unnoticeable kind of grime, ever present and ever ignored.

God, Davey realizes. This used to be his life.)

#i was extra proud of this passage and didnt wanna post it until i dropped the next chapter but ianafes my priority rn and its #its putting me through it so #i figured i may as well share it now since itll proooobably be a while before run boy run 2 gets posted #newsies #davey jacobs #west endsies #uksies #david jacobs #pigeon scribbles

[pigeonwit]

every day i get signs to write my dumb fucking howls moving castle au

#and every day i CANT!! because i gotta finish my DUMB FUCKING WIPS!!! #(i say with love. we're chugging away at ianafe and i couldn't be happier) #but jesus christ jack and magic. jack who uses magic like paint. jack who draws magic into reality because what is magic if not creation #what is creating if not magic #protection charms drawn in charcoal that glitter when activated. offensive spells that manifest in big abstract bursts of colour and shapes #healing spells made of watercolour that wash over the person he's healing #jacks feelings becoming overwhelming and manifesting in these radiant bursts of expressionism that blur the world around him #jack kelly and magic man.