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  • Mood: Triumph
  • Watching: Rugrats
  • Eating: Gluten free onion matzo
  • Drinking: Orange juice
I think I'm probably going to start getting back into DA pretty soon. I'm going to be a college graduate in one month, and counting, which means I'll have more free time on my hands, which of course means more time to work on my life and my career, and my hobbies! My mother was forcing me to go to grad school, but after a terrible fiasco involving auditions and applications, she finally came to her senses and caved and decided to let me take some time off. I've had four stressful years of college in which I barely got any free time to myself and I want some freedom and time to work on my own stuff and get some real life experience. I'm sick and tired of being a slave to my grades and following strict schedules and worrying about grades. I've got so much creative energy building up in my that I have to let it all out! I even have a show going up in NYC this summer which I wrote and am starring in (more details to follow)! I'm also planning on turning a Newsies fanfic I'm writing into an animated short of some sort, if I get the time to do so.

In other news, after years of not being cast in any of my college's productions, I finally decided to take matters into my own hands and write and star in my own one-woman show. It went up this week for the senior capstone festival, and it was such a major hit. Even though it needs work here and there, it was such a success with audiences. I can't stop getting compliments everywhere! I'm thinking of taking it to the city as well.

Words can't describe how much I desire to be an actress.
As Jack, David, and Les went off onto the streets of Manhattan to sell their papers, Charlie joined alongside them. At this moment, she was observing today's headline. "Seems like a decent headline. Looks like it'll sell well today," she said with a smile.

Jack listened to her words, thought for a second, then decided it was time to teach her an important tip to being a newsie. He looked down at her, "Y'know, Charlie, sellin' papes ain't always about da headline," Jack said to her.

"What do you mean?" Charlie asked confusedly.

"Well, if we Newsies always went by sellin' with only what da headline said, we'd be broker than ever," Jack told her.

"Then how do you guys make your profits?" Charlie asked.

"Oh, dear, here we go…" David said exasperatedly.

"It's about time you learned about what I like to call, 'improvin' da truth', It's an important tip all of us Newsies must know," Jack said with a smile.

"What's that?" Charlie asked.

"Well, let's see, improvin' da truth, how do I explain this," Jack begun to explain, "Well, it ain't really lyin', it's just, eh, makin' the story more interesting. Let's see, uh, a few months ago, there was a trash fire next to an immigration building. It fried some seagulls, kind of boring, if ya ask me. If we told da truth, like what Davey would have done…" Jack said as he glanced over at Davey, who just rolled his eyes in response. "We wouldn't sell any papes! So, I told them Ellis Island was in flames, and hey, dey bought da whole stack!"

"Yeah, they did," Davey said with a bit of annoyance in his voice.

"So, yeah, it ain't really lyin', but more exaggeratin'" Jack said to her with a smile.

Charlie nodded in response. Suddenly, the four of them noticed a wealthy well-to-do woman walking by. Charlie, now knowing the important tip Jack wanted to teach her, ran up to the woman and showed her one of her papers. She said with a bit of excitement in her voice, "Excuse me, ma'am! A factory in the Bronx went up in flames! Wanna buy a pape?" The woman, slightly annoyed, reached into her purse, pulled out a nickel, gave it to her, and took the paper from her hands. Charlie, as you could imagine, was very excited about this. "Oh, boy!" She rushed to tell Jack what happened. "Jack, look! I made a profit! How was that?"

Jack, who had been watching her sell this whole time, told her, "Hmmm…that was…okay. But, ya gotta say it more like dis, now watch me…" Jack cleared his throat, stood up straight, and projected his voice out onto the streets of Manhattan:


"Wow! Your voice is powerful!" Charlie remarked.

A man walked up to Jack, and quickly asked him, "Oh, really? Which page?"

"Page five, you heard it from me!" Jack said as he was handed a few pennies and gave the man the paper he was showing. Charlie was impressed.

"Yeah, dat's how we Newsies usually sell our papes." Jack told her. David let out an exasperated grunt and buried his eyes in his hand, shaking his head.

"You alright, David?" Charlie asked him.

"Let's just say that when it comes to 'improving the truth', Jack, well…" David said.

"You don't really like his improving the truth, do you?" Charlie asked him. David nodded.

"So, how old are you anyways, Charlie?" Jack asked her.

"I'm eleven. Just turned eleven." Charlie told him.

"Wow, similar age to Les!" Jack said.

"Speaking of Les, where is he?" David asked.

Nearby, Les was pretending to cough and shiver underneath his overcoat as he approached a kindly old woman. "Buy a pape from a cold, sick little boy, ma'am?" he begged.

The woman smiled. "Oh, yes. Here you go." She reached into her purse and pulled out a penny and a dime. "And here's a little extra. You seem rather cold. Get yourself some hot chocolate." the woman walked away, smiling.

"Oh, boy!" Les said with excitement. "C'mon, David! You heard what she said! Let's get some hot chocolate!" David fainted on his back into a snow bank from the absurdity of what he was experiencing. "David, now's not the time to make snow angels, we have papes to sell!" Les exclaimed.

Jack looked at David. "Les, I don't think that's a snow angel. Right now he looks more like a snow corpse. He looks pretty stiff." After Jack and Les helped David up, they continued to sell their papers. Suddenly, they saw a familiar face by a glass figurine shop. Jack's eyes lit up. "Katherine!"

"Oh, Jack!" Katherine Plumber said upon spotting her Newsie friends. "Happy Holidays!"

"Same to you, Kat." Jack said with a smile.

Katherine looked down at Charlie. "And who's this?" she asked.

"Oh, dis is Charlie. He's a new kid, a new Newsie." Jack said.

"Oh, you mean he's a NEW-sie?" Katherine said with a laugh.

"Yeah, dat." Jack said with a chuckle of his own. "So, uh, what is you lookin' at in da window?" he asked her.

"See that glass bird right there?" Katherine asked him.

"Yeah, it sure is pretty," he answered.

"I know, it would look so cute next to my glass horse at home," Katherine sighed as she admired it for a few more minutes.

"I bet it would," Jack said as he looked at it as well.

"Well, I'd better get going; I have some articles to write about this crazy winter weather. See you soon, Jack!" Katherine said as she went off.

"Bye, Kat!" Jack called out to her. He turned back to the gift shop's window got a glance at the bird's price tag, Woah, $1.50. Gonna take a lifetime for someone like me to save up for dat! Wonder if I can do it in time for da holidays. he thought to himself.

"Cowboy, we have papes to sell! No time to stare at pretty glass birds!" Les snapped Jack out of his fantasy.

"Huh? Oh, yeah! Thank you, Les. Don't worry, I'm comin'." Jack moved away from the shop's window and continued walking on with Les, David, and Charlie.

Charlie looked up at him, "Wow, is she your girlfriend?"

Jack's cheeks turned bright pink. "Eh, sorta," he stammered.

Charlie smiled with only one thought on her mind, "Wow, she must feel really lucky. Think that'll ever happen to me someday? I'll grow up beautiful like her and have boys like you fall in love with me…"

Jack had had enough. Not only was he getting a little sickened by her dreamy girl thoughts, but he knew this wasn't going to help her conceal her identity, "Okay, kid, hold up, I's gonna stop you right dere."

"What's wrong?" Charlie asked.

"Woid of advice: If you want to keep up da gruff boy Newsie act, you'd better lay off your interest in mushy love and romance and all dat, alright? People are gonna get suspicious of ya." Jack told her.

Charlie looked down, "Oh, alright then." Then, she got a mischievous idea which lifted her spirits, "Does that mean I can do fun stuff like THIS?" she asked, while kicking a mound of snow in Jack's face.

"Agh! Eh, touche." Jack said as he brushed the snow off of himself.

"I've always wanted to do the rough and tumble stuff boys are seen doing," Charlie said, mischievously grinning.

"Dat's the spirit," Jack said, smiling at her.

Les did the same thing to David; "Agh!" he shouted as snow was thrown into his face.

"No touche?" Les asked him.

David answered, "You want a touche? I'll give you a touche. Turn around." Les did as David told him, then he gave Les a gentle kick to the rear. "Tush!" he called out.

"Hey!" Les shouted as he moved forward a little from the kick.

David laughed. "Get it? Tush-hey? Touche?" All four of them laughed at David's joke, then they continued to carry the banner until evening.

In another part of Manhattan, Snitch and Itey were eyeing a nice, green patch of Christmas trees, all lined up and ready to be sold as they hid in an alleyway.

"Perfect," Snitch said as he viewed them from afar.

"So, what's the plan?" Itey asked him.

Snitch recited his plan to Itey that he had been thinking of since the beginning of today, "Okay, the plan is, we split up, then you create a distraction of some sort, and I'll grab the tree. Sound fair?"

Itey shrugged, "That's fair."

Snitch said, "Let's go then!" as they split up.

Itey approached the Christmas Tree salesman, "Uh, 'scuse me, sir?"

"Yes, may I help you, young man?" the salesman asked him.

"I, uh…well, uh…" Itey stuttered as he tried to make up a good act. Nearby, Snitch was burying his face in his palm, as he knew that that would fail the plan for sure.

"Yes, what is it, young man?" the salesman said again.

Itey thought more and more, finally, "I seem to have lost my brother. Could you help me find him?" Itey finally said.

"Well, alright. I can't turn down a boy in need." the salesman said with a smile. Behind the salesman, Snitch had already finished getting a tree untied and free, and was currently dragging it from the area. The plan was going perfectly. Unfortunately, he accidentally stepped on a branch, and it made a loud snapping sound. The salesman turned around quickly at the sound. "Hey, you!" he called out to Snitch. The two Newsies took that as the cue to get out of there as soon as possible. The salesman just chuckled to himself and said, "Boys will be boys, I suppose."
December 1899.

Just a little past midnight, the first snow of the year began to fall in Manhattan. Lightly, at first, but as the hours passed, it started to fall heavier.

In a deserted alleyway, a young girl of 11 years was far away from her 'home'. Huddled in a corner, wrapped in a blanket, with only the glow of the blazing fire to keep her company, she pulled out what little food she had left in her bag and began to eat. She was on the run from what was supposed to be her home, and didn't want to go back to what she was facing in that home for the past six months. For the past week and a half, she was traveling all throughout the boroughs of New York, trying to keep hidden from the horrible people she had to stay with. All she had with her were a pack of matches and a dollar and some cents she snatched from her aunt and uncle the night she ran away, the blanket that had stayed with her since she was a baby, and some clothes for boys that she found to mask her true identity.

By daybreak, it was still snowing, and Manhattan was covered in snow all over. People were struggling to keep the snow shoveled and under control, and kids were playing around all over town.

Meanwhile, in a certain lodging house in Downtown Manhattan, a bunch of teenage boys were asleep in their bunks, most of them with extra blankets due to the now cold weather. All their dreams were suddenly interrupted by the calling of a voice that called, "Wake up! Get up, boys! Time to hawk the headlines! Carry the banner!"

All the Newsies groaned as they were bombarded with Kloppmann's calls. However, this morning, his calls had an addition, "Make sure you bundle up tight today! Looks like Jack Frost is paying us a visit!"

Upon hearing these calls, Crutchy bolted up, grabbed his crutch, and hobbled over to a nearby window. His eyes widened with childish excitement at the sight of all the snow outside, and he was soon joined by a swarm of other boys. "Jack!" He cried over to the bunk above his. "Kloppmann ain't kiddin'! It's all white outside, and it's still fallin'!"

Nearby, Jack "Cowboy" Kelly, leader of the newsies, was still asleep in his bunk, just like a few other newsies that despised mornings. He turned his head, half asleep, to look at the winter wonderland outside, "Huh? Oh, yeah, it's snowin'." His head fell back onto the pillow, eyes shut, then they suddenly bolted open again as he realized what was going on. "IT'S SNOWIN'!?" He bolted out of bed as he rushed to the windows to have a peek at the icy sights outside himself. "You're right, Crutchy! No kiddin'!"

"Yeah! Foist snow o' da year!" Racetrack exclaimed in delight.

"Bet they don't got none of this in Santa Fe, huh, Jack?" Mush cried.

Behind them, Kloppmann called to them, "Yeah, well, if you want some of that winter wonderland, you'd better go out and hawk those headlines!"

The Newsies rushed away from the windows and towards the washroom and begun to get ready to sell on their first snow day of the year. As they were discussing where they should sell, Snitch pulled Itey aside. "Ite! Word!" he called to his bunkmate.

"What is it?" Itey asked.

"Okay, I have an idea for dis year." Snitch said with a smile on his face.

"Alright, tell me."

Snitch leaned in closer so that the others wouldn't hear. "Okay, now, know how every year we make a Christmas tree out of lumber scraps that Crutchy finds?"

"Yeah? What of it?" Itey questioned.

Snitch smiled. "I've been thinkin' and plannin' this since the middle o' November."

"And 'this' refers to…?" Itey asked with a bit of confusion in his voice.

"This year, we's gonna have a real Christmas tree!"

"Oh, great!...How are we gonna get one?" Itey asked with more confusion.

"Simple." Snitch told him as he begun to whisper his plan in Itey's ear.

Nearby, Kid Blink observed them with confusion. He murmured over to Jack, "Bettah keep an eye on dose two. They look like they's up to somethin'."

"No kiddin'," Jack replied as he was buttoning his shirt. "I'll be sure to keep a close eye on dem." Pretty soon, all the Newsies finished and bolted outside, ready to hawk the headlines in a winter wonderland for the first time this year.

Outside, the newsies, bundled up in their scarves, overcoats, scarves, gloves and mittens, and more warm wear, (and of course, Jack in his cowboy hat with a warm scarf over his bandana) were all filled with childish excitement as they jumped and frolicked in the snow together. Bumlets and Swifty purposely fell down and started making snow angels, while Kid Blink and Mush got into a snowball fight together.

Crutchy piped up, "Try to catch snowflakes on your tongue! It's fun!" Soon, all the Newsies were walking around with their tongues sticking out.

"Needs a little sugar," Racetrack stated as he caught one.

"Cold on my tongue!" Pie Eater cried out.

As they continued to catch snowflakes on their tongues, they suddenly caught sight of two familiar faces. An excited Les was rushing up to them, pulling a sled behind him, while David was struggling to catch up, constantly falling in the snow. "Fellas, fellas! Look what I got!" Les shouted.

"Les, slow down, you know I don't walk very well in the snow!" David shouted behind him.

The Newsies looked on in surprise as they saw the brand new sled Les had with him, and it wasn't even Christmas yet!

"Wow, Les!" Mush shouted. You get Christmas presents early?"

"Uh, no, actually." David said. "It's not really a Christmas present. We…actually celebrate the holiday season a little differently."

"Really?" Jack asked. "How so?"

"Well, for starters, we don't really have a Christmas tree. Instead, we have something called a Menorah. And we don't eat Christmas ham either."

"Hold it," Jack said. "Are you saying you's is…Jewish?"

"Yep," David said. "We celebrate Hanukkah."

"Harmonica?" Racetrack asked.

"No, Hanukkah. It's a Jewish holiday. Maybe I can explain it a little more to you." David told them as all the Newsies nodded.

"Hanukkah's great," Les said excitedly. "We get presents for EIGHT DAYS!"

The Newsies piped up in conversation upon hearing Les's words. They were so engrossed in conversation about the holiday, that before they knew it, they were finally at the gates.

As the boys approached the gates, they begun to talk about where they were planning to sell and do for the holiday season, and Racetrack (of course) started to think about which horse he would bet on. Suddenly, a mysterious new boy with unusual, delicate, detailed features on his face whom no one had ever seen before shyly made his way over to the gate as he waited for them to open. He was adjusting and holding onto his cap a lot, which made him look a little suspicious, and he seemed to want to be hidden out of sight.

"Hey, Jack! Who's da new kid?" Racetrack asked.

"I don't know. Haven't seen him around before." Jack replied. He approached the boy and asked him, "Hey, what's wrong with you, kid?" he asked.

"What's it to ya?" The boy said in an unusually gruff voice.

"Woah, woah, woah, easy on da attitude, kid. You just seemed a little uneasy and I just wanted to know if youse was alright."

Suddenly, a strong gust of wind blew his cap right off his head, which revealed his long, wiry, dark brown hair, and, apparently, a secret he was hiding.

He was actually a SHE!
A Very Newsies Christmas Chapter 1
A little something I wrote with the wonderful :iconmr-r0bby-r0b: over the holiday season. You can also view it on my account. My first fanfic since Stormy Night. Movieverse, but a little AU in which Sarah does not exist, and Katherine is there instead! Tell me what you think!

Newsies belongs to Walt Disney Pictures and Buena Vista.
The girl character in the story is mine and :iconmr-r0bby-r0b:'s.

*I am now requesting advanced critique on this fanfic due to the fact that I possibly may go further with it*
Nearby, two sinister, familiar faces spotted our 'Sweet Polly Oliver' (A/N: LOL, TV Tropes!) and begun to remark on what they had just seen.

"Well, well, well! Hey, Morris! Looks like we got a little girl in our midsts!" Oscar said to his brother.

"Miss?" Morris questioned jokingly.

"No, midst!" Oscar said back to him.

"Ah, never mind! Let's go rough her up, anyway!" The Delancey's made their way towards the little girl. Her bag had spilled in the process of retrieving her hat, and she was struggling to gather up her things. Suddenly, a shadow cast over her. She looked up, and there was Morris, standing right in front of her, a mischievous smile on his face.

"Hello, little girl!" he greeted her.

She looked up at him, a little uneasy, "Oh, uh, hi there. Now, if you'll excuse me…" She tried running in the other direction, only to be blocked by Oscar, who was also mischievously grinning at her.

"And what's a little girl like you, doin' around here?" he taunted her. She tried backing away, only to have Morris grab her bag from behind.

"P-please, just leave me alone, I don't want any trouble…" she begged for mercy as Morris went through her things.

"Hmmm…" Morris said as he pulled an apple from her bag and tossed it to his brother. "Whaddaya say, Oscar? Wanna split this between us?"

"Please," the girl begged. "Don't take that from me, it's the only food I have right now!"

"It's all the food we'll take then!" Oscar called over to her as he caught the apple.

The Delancey's continued to tease her until they were approached by a very angry looking Jack Kelly. "Hello, Oscar and Morris," he said to them. "It looks like you have reached a new low: taking the only food from an innocent, helpless little goil!"

"What's it to ya, Cowboy?" Morris said to his face.

"What's it to me? Well, it's the only food to her, so having her food taken is something to me! Huh?" Jack flicked Morris' nose, and the two of them chased after him. Jack, of course, was quick and nimble (hehehehe), climbing over and rolling underneath carts he passed until he went underneath the awning of a bakery. The Delancey's approached him, then he jumped up and hit the top of the awning, and the brothers were bombarded and buried by an avalanche of snow from above. They poked their heads out of the pile of snow that covered them and look at Jack defeatedly.

"Merry Christmas, jerks," Jack said smugly, grabbing the apple from them. He went back to the girl, shined the apple on his shirt and gave it back to her, and helped her gather her things.

"Wow, thank you mister! I don't know what I would've done back there!" She exclaimed.

"Eh, think nothin' of it, kid," Jack told her kindly.

"I only just came to downtown Manhattan yesterday. Today's my first day of being a newsie around here." She told him.

"Well, welcome to Manhattan, kid!" Jack told her as all the Newsies lined up to buy their papers.

Jack knocked on Weasel's window, "Oh, Mr. Weasel…" he said quietly.

"Yeah? Whaddaya want, Cowboy? How much?" Weasel said as he opened up shop.

"Da usual. 100 papes, plus an extra 50 for me new little pal here," Jack said as he patted the girl on her head and slammed his coins on the counter.

"Really? That many?" the girl asked him.

"Yeah, 'cause some of us can't really afford too many," Jack told her.

"Wow, thanks," she thanked him.

A little further down the line, Les glared at her with a jealous look on his face. "Cowboy's supposed to me my hero!" He said to himself.

"Calm down, Les." David said to him. "Jack still cares about you. I mean, we went through a strike together, after all!"

"Strike?" the girl asked. "Oh, yeah, I heard about that!"

"Well, I guess you've heard about me den, right?" Jack asked her.

"You?" The girl asked.

"Yep, I was the one who led it all. Name's Jack Kelly, but you can call me Cowboy, leader of the Manhattan Newsies, cowboy, and overall fella to turn to!" he said triumphantly. "And your name is…?"

The girl leaned in to whisper to him, "My real name is Charlotte, but I would prefer to be called…" she leaned back and said in a normal-toned voice, "Charlie!"

Charlotte, uh, I mean Charlie spit in her hand and offered it to Jack, who did the same and shook her hand, "Nice to meet ya, Charlie! And dis is David and Les, they're two of my closest friends and sellin' partners!" Charlie did a spit-shake with a reluctant David, and Les, who was still sulking. Jack reassured him, "Don't worry, Les, youse is still me best kid." Les smiled up at his hero with admiration. "I'm just helping her out a little."

"I'm not really going to need that much help, I have a feeling I can do this on my own." Charlie said.

They headed outside the gates together as the rest of the Newsies bought their papers. Charlie looked at herself in a reflection, seeing if she passed off as a boy well enough, keeping her hair tucked in her hat. "Yeah, now you know why I prefer to be called Charlie."

"Yeah, I can see dat." Jack said.

"So, do I look burly enough?" She turned to Jack, trying to put on a good Newsie act.

Jack looked at her, "Uh…no, but you do look girly! Hahaha!" Jack said with a laugh. "I'm just kiddin', don't worry. Anyway, you look okay. Decent attempt, but if you really wanna act burly, stick with me." He said. "So, youse gots a family?" Jack asked her.

"Oh, no, I'm an orphan, running away from the so-called 'home' I had." Charlie told him with a gray look on her face.

"Eh, me and my friends have all been there, kid. It ain't pretty, trust me." Jack said.

"I've been on my own for almost two weeks now. I've had odd jobs and done some strange things to keep myself living until I can find a more suitable home for myself." Charlie said. "Let me tell you, it's kind of annoying and difficult faking a disabled leg to get some sympathy from people."

Unfortunately, Crutchy had to be right behind her when she said that. "EXCUSE ME?" he said shockingly as she turned around and gasped with an embarrassed look on her face. "Gee, thanks for takin' food outta me mouth!"

"Oh! H-hi," Charlie said nervously. "Who are you?"

"Dis is Crutchy, one of me closest pals." Jack told her. "He's a real crip, not a faker."

"Yeah, 'cause I don't like it when people fake it!" Crutchy said with an annoyed tone in his voice.

"Don't worry, I don't do it anymore, it didn't work so well for me, so why would I bother continuing?" Charlie said.

"Dat's good, 'cause we needs it more!" Crutchy said.

"I've learned my lesson, honest!" she said, holding her hands up.

"Anyways, also, there's Racetrack, Mush, Kid Blink, Boots, Skittery, Snipeshooter, Specs, Pie Eater, Bumlets, Dutchy, Swifty, Snoddy, Jake…eh, I don't know where Snitch and Itey went…" Jack said, introducing the rest of the Newsies.

"It's great to meet you all." Charlie said. "I think we should go, how do you say it?"

"Carryin' da banner?" Jack said.

"Yeah, that!" Charlie exclaimed.

"Alright! I'll teach youse all you needs to know about sellin' papes!" Jack said as they all went out to carry the banner.
A Very Newsies Christmas Chapter 2
Chapter two of the story I did with :iconmr-r0bby-r0b:.
Newsies belongs to Walt Disney Pictures and Buena Vista.
Charlie belongs to me and :iconmr-r0bby-r0b:.

*I am now requesting advanced critique on this fanfic due to the fact that I possibly may go further with it*
  • Mood: Triumph
  • Watching: Rugrats
  • Eating: Gluten free onion matzo
  • Drinking: Orange juice
I think I'm probably going to start getting back into DA pretty soon. I'm going to be a college graduate in one month, and counting, which means I'll have more free time on my hands, which of course means more time to work on my life and my career, and my hobbies! My mother was forcing me to go to grad school, but after a terrible fiasco involving auditions and applications, she finally came to her senses and caved and decided to let me take some time off. I've had four stressful years of college in which I barely got any free time to myself and I want some freedom and time to work on my own stuff and get some real life experience. I'm sick and tired of being a slave to my grades and following strict schedules and worrying about grades. I've got so much creative energy building up in my that I have to let it all out! I even have a show going up in NYC this summer which I wrote and am starring in (more details to follow)! I'm also planning on turning a Newsies fanfic I'm writing into an animated short of some sort, if I get the time to do so.

In other news, after years of not being cast in any of my college's productions, I finally decided to take matters into my own hands and write and star in my own one-woman show. It went up this week for the senior capstone festival, and it was such a major hit. Even though it needs work here and there, it was such a success with audiences. I can't stop getting compliments everywhere! I'm thinking of taking it to the city as well.

Words can't describe how much I desire to be an actress.


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Artist | Hobbyist | Varied
United States
Real name: Lucille
Nickname: Hypergalaxy
M/F: Female
D.O.B.: October 2nd, 1992
Star sign: Libra
Chinese animal: Monkey
Relationship status: In a relationship with :heart:Mr-R0bby-R0b:heart:

Current Residence: Notsayingwhere, USA
Favourite genre of music: Classic rock for the most part
Favourite photographer: William Wegman
Favourite style of art: Manga/Anime and realism
Operating System: Laptop or Computer
MP3 player of choice: iPod
Shell of choice: Turtle Shell, or Koopa Shell
Skin of choice: My own skin
Favourite cartoon character: Rocky and Bullwinkle, 9, Victor Van Dort, Jack Skellington, Roger Rabbit, Eric Cartman
Personal Quote: etouQ lanosreP

Current Projects

Italic means I've started/in early stages/sketching it.
Bold italic means I'm finished sketching and I'm currently inking it/coloring it.

Newsies Fan Comic
Currently designing characters/concept stages

Baby Newsies
Pie Eater



Art trade with :iconkennycheer: - Jack Kelly and OC playing in the water at the docks

How do you deal with your bad/lousy/angry/upset/mad-at-the-world moods? 

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Hey, long time no talk! How have you been, hypergalaxy? :3
Thu Nov 29, 2012, 8:01 PM
Sun Oct 2, 2011, 7:35 AM
Sat Oct 1, 2011, 9:44 PM
Hi! :)
Sun Sep 25, 2011, 5:45 AM
hi :meow:
Fri Sep 16, 2011, 11:33 AM
Hello! :)
Sat Aug 13, 2011, 5:05 AM
Hi :meow:
Fri Aug 12, 2011, 8:42 AM
Wed Jul 20, 2011, 4:28 PM
Wed Jul 20, 2011, 1:38 PM
Hey! :D
Mon Jul 18, 2011, 7:41 PM


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hypergaIaxy Featured By Owner Feb 27, 2015  Hobbyist Digital Artist
my twin
KodyBoy555 Featured By Owner Jan 30, 2015  Student Digital Artist
Can I have a art trade?
Hypergalaxy Featured By Owner Jan 30, 2015  Hobbyist General Artist
Sure! What would you like?
KodyBoy555 Featured By Owner Edited Jan 30, 2015  Student Digital Artist
Can you do the band members of Queen dressed as animals as British gentlemen (like this:…)? Freddie Mercury should be dressed up as a raccoon, Brian May should be dressed up as a skunk, Roger Taylor should be dressed up as a lion and John Deacon should be dressed up as a beaver. And they should be just be wearing coats like the man dressed up as a otter wore (like this:…), but they shouldn't wear pants since they're wearing fursuits that cover their body, not their heads. And they are wearing animal masks or make-up like an animal. And this picture is set in 1991, where Freddie Mercury was frail and being weakened by AIDS. And this picture takes place in March of 1991. You should look up images of raccoons, skunks, lions and beavers in order to draw that. And search up a image of Freddie Mercury what he looked like in the Queen music video "These Are The Days Of Our Lives" to see if you want to have the raccoon make-up on him or just a raccoon mask that doesn't cover his mouth. And my art trade should be named "Bijou". And can I draw Roger Taylor dressed up as a lion in return?

Reference picture for the inspiration of the Queen band members dressed as animals, their British gentleman coats and masks or animal make-up:…
Hypergalaxy Featured By Owner Jan 31, 2015  Hobbyist General Artist
I'm sorry, but I don't really like to do anything with long detailed texts of instructions. They're just too overwhelming for me.
And aren't I supposed to ask what I want you to draw for me? :P
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kareu1 Featured By Owner Nov 27, 2014
Thank you so very much for the favorite! I just adore your gallery! :D
Hypergalaxy Featured By Owner Nov 28, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
No prob! And thank you! And thank you for watching me! :)
WingedSonar Featured By Owner Nov 4, 2014  Professional General Artist
Thank you for the watch!
Hypergalaxy Featured By Owner Nov 4, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
No prob! I'm a bat enthusiast myself!
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