#let me know if this isn’t grunge

[mallcop107]

[fluentmoviequoter]

Grumpy, Grumpier, and a Cat

Requested Here!

Pairing: Tim Bradford x grumpy!(kinda)grunge!reader

Summary: You and Tim are on a holiday vacation when your duo of grumpy and grumpier gets an addition just in time for Christmas.

Warnings: mostly fluff, playful arguments, one murder joke

Word Count: 1.3k+ words (sorry it's shorter than some of the others!)

Masterlist Directory | Tim Bradford Masterlist | Request Info/Rules

“Don’t touch me,” you grumble.

Tim pulls his hand away from your leg and shakes his head. “They look fine,” he replies.

You stick your tongue out of the corner of your mouth to focus as you drag the nail polish brush along the side of your pinky. As soon as you put the cap back on the bottle, Tim lays his hand on your leg and changes the channel, turning off the murder mystery show that you solved fifteen minutes ago to watch the end of a game.

“So?” you ask, holding up your hands.

Tim looks over and nods. “Black, like usual.”

You sigh and extend your legs, stretching them across Tim’s lap.

“Grumpy today, aren’t we?” Tim asks lightly.

“Which isn’t different than yesterday, or the day before that,” you add, turning your head to look at Tim rather than the game.

“Do you know what today is?”

You shrug, and Tim says, “It’s almost our two-year anniversary.”

“We should dress up,” you reply. “Gomez and Morticia?”

“Any excuse not to smile,” Tim says, clicking his tongue to hide his smile.

“You’re just mad because I make you smile,” you point out.

“Pathetic,” Tim mumbles at the television.

“Could’ve told you that. Home Alone comes on in five minutes.”

“Are you serious?”

You meet Tim’s stare and counter, “It’s a kid torturing intruders, what’s not to like?”

Tim sighs, but he tugs your pajama-clad legs farther into his lap. His pants match yours, but his Dodgers sweatshirt is a stark contrast to your black tank top.

“Tim,” you call. He hums, clicking through the channels to find the movie. “It’s snowing.”

Tim looks up, leans over your legs to see out of the darkening window, and his eyes widen when he sees the flurries falling onto the forest floor. It had been his idea to get away from the city for a bit, and when you found this secluded cabin in the northern Los Angeles National Forest, it was an easy decision.

“Excuse me… May I… Is your mother home?” the officer in the movie asks.

You listen to the movie, but your focus is on the snow outside. As the wind picks up and the snowfall grows heavier, you smile. After two years together, Tim knows you well. He knows what you like to wear, your favorite food, all the things that make you grumpy, and the few things you love. Though Tim knows you love him, even when you don’t always show it very well, he also understands that being in love doesn’t automatically mean that you’re happy all the time.

“Hey, let’s go outside for a bit,” you say as Kevin realizes that he’s been left home alone.

Tim begins to argue, then sees the way your eyes light up as you turn toward him and offers his hand to help you stand. You grab your jacket as you exit the sliding glass door onto the snow-covered porch. After you lay your jacket on the snow, you at Tim sit side-by-side on the edge of the porch to watch the snow. He lays his arm around your bare shoulders but doesn’t comment on your lack of a jacket, even as he shakes his head.

Snow begins to coat the ground as the wind howls and flurries thicken into thick sheets of white blanketing the green forest. Leaning your head against Tim’s shoulder, you are content to watch the world around you turn white and forget about everything else. But the peace is soon disturbed.

You straighten from Tim’s side as a strange noise, like a sharp Ree-ow, comes from the trees. Tim’s arm slips from your shoulders as he stands on the snowy step. He looks down at you before searching the tree line. Quietly, you stand behind him but can’t see anything moving in the dark other than the falling snow.

“We should look,” you murmur. “It could be a hurt animal.”

“Or someone coming through the trees,” Tim argues. “I’ll check.”

He steps off the porch, and you roll your eyes before walking the other way. You each start out the outer boundary of the yard and meet in the middle, but there’s nothing to see. Tim shrugs as you shake your head, so you turn back toward the cabin.

“Maybe the abominable snowman got an early start this year,” you joke. “That or we’ll get murdered in our sleep.”

Tim doesn’t comment on your dark joke, but he stops suddenly, and you keep your eyes on him as you do the same. He gestures toward the porch with his hand. Turning, your eyes widen, and you laugh once before moving carefully.

“Hey there,” you murmur. “I don’t want to scare you, buddy.”

The black cat curled up on your jacket raises its head slightly, then burrows further into the warm fabric. You reach the steps and gently lower your hand. As you pet its smooth black coat, brushing stray snowflakes away, it vibrates beneath your touch with happy purrs.

“You just need a nice home, huh?” you ask it.

“No,” Tim interjects. “It needs to go back where it came from.”

You look over your shoulder, and the moment your eyes meet Tim’s, he closes his eyes and sighs. He can’t put up a fight, even if he wanted to, because he’s too invested in you and helping you be happy to deny you of something that brings you joy, especially this close to the holidays.

“It’s Christmas, Tim,” you remind him. You pull the cat against your chest, rubbing its side as it nuzzles its head beneath your chin, and ask, “Please, can the cat stay in the cabin with us so I can take it home? He needs it.”

Tim nods, melting faster than snow in Los Angeles. “Just be careful,” he requests. “We don’t know where it came from.”

“But he’s just a sweet baby,” you whisper to the cat before kissing its head.

“We should go inside,” Tim suggests, grabbing your jacket and eyeing the cat.

“I won’t let him steal all of my attention,” you promise.

Tim huffs as he opens the patio door, and you lift your chin for a kiss before you enter. Inside, you set up a small, warm bed for your new pet before returning to your seat beside Tim. He pulls you against his side as you resume the movie.

As the intruders fail to get through Kevin’s traps in Home Alone, your cat rises from its bed, stretches, and runs across the room to join you on the couch. He curls up between your leg and Tim’s, and you look down at him.

“He needs a name,” you murmur.

“Skellington,” Tim says without hesitation.

You look up at him with furrowed brows, but he only shrugs and continues watching the movie. It’s a good name, you think.

“Hot chocolate,” you whisper suddenly.

“He’s not brown,” Tim says.

“No, not for his name,” you reply. “I want hot chocolate.”

Tim nods but doesn’t move away from you or the cat.

“I think Skellington is a good name,” you decide.

“Maybe he should be Coal.”

“Coal is only for bad boys, and Skellington is good.”

“The Grinch, then.”

“Aren’t you supposed to be making hot chocolate?”

“You’re the one that wants it,” Tim argues.

“Help me out, Skellington.”

“I named the cat. You make the hot chocolate.”

You glare at Tim, but the longer you hold his stare, the less grumpy you get. As you begin to stand, Tim beats you to it, and waves as you complain about him arguing for no reason.

“What are we going to do with him, Skellington?” you whisper.

The cat slaps your left hand, and you answer, “I don’t think we’re quite ready for that.”

Tim listens from the kitchen, and fixes your hot chocolate exactly as you like, and mumbles, “Maybe we are.”

[for-a-longlongtime]

Good lord what is the young Joel and Marcus wip 😏

ANON come here and let me kiss you on the forehead!! This one is special to me 😍

First of all... young!Joel Miller x young!MarcusMoreno is not a pairing that comes completely out of nowhere. As a matter of fact, they're lurking in my masterlist, tucked into a story, but I don't want to spoiler it for other people who may not have read some of the fics I wrote last year.

However, if you know - you know. 😏

Let's get into it:

This is probably one of the heftiest WIPs that I haven't posted anything from yet, as the doc clocks in at about 5K so far - and it's actually going to be a series! I'd say a tentative 9 to 10 (not super long, hopefully LOL) chapters at this point. And I'm actually going to try to have most of this written, or at the very least have half of it done before I post the first chapter, just to make things a little more manageable for myself.

We meet Joel and Marcus in Austin, TX when they're about 20 and 21 years old, and the series will span a period of approximately twenty five years actually, so I'm very excited about that! They meet in a bar - that Joel isn't supposed to be at, because he's not of legal drinking age - when they're trying to break up a fight among their friends, which results into the two of them getting kicked out.

Joel has been working long, long days in construction for a few years in order to support himself and Tommy, as their parents died when Joel was 16/17 years old. One of the reasons why he rolled into that line of work - besides the money - is because the childhood house that they still live in needs so much work done, and the only way he could think about being able to afford that somehow is by learning how to do all the work himself because he'd never be able to afford a contractor.

His life couldn't be any more different than Marcus', who is busy with college and who tries to hide a part of his life for most people - namely that his father is the leader of the Heroics and his mother is a Heroics trainer. There is the expectation that he's going to follow in their footsteps, but his powers haven't shown up yet, so he's trying to focus on blazing his own path.

They end up becoming friends, and music plays an important role in that; the series takes place in the (early/mid) nineties, so get ready for a good amount of grunge / rock / etc. There are a lot of twists and turns in their story (apparantly Little Beast was only the beginning of a whole lot of angst/drama pouring into my fics), so I don't want to reveal too much it, but let's just say that it's a tough ass road and things don't go the way they've planned.

But! I do have enough written so far that I can show you a little snippet of a very rough outline from chapter 2:

Joel and Marcus listening to grunge music and smoking so much pot at Joel's place. Careful first kisses. Giggling about it as they’re so stoned and kind of nervous. (They only smoke pot when Tommy isn’t around/going to be home that night, also to help manage Joels aches as he tends to be sore after a long day at the construction site - that's half of the reason why Marcus brings over weed). They’re both too high to do anything that requires much coordination but Marcus starts grinding against Joel’s dick and they eventually get eachother off that way, clothes still on, sitting on the couch. There are more kisses while they're both still panting, now with a giggle in between breaths every now and then, and the weed just makes them lose track of time - and it's not all that long before Joel finds himself grinding his hips up against Marcus again. "Fuck. Fuck, I…." He can't find the words, especially not when Marcus rocks back against him, just a little slower on his refractory period. "I want…. Fuck. 'm too high. I can't…" Marcus hushing him with another kiss and Joel moans, grabbing Marcus' hips and shifting on the couch, until Marcus is on his back and Joel on top of him. Nudging his hips into Marcus until they line up, still fully dressed, and the little “oh my god” once he gets it right. "Take it, take it, take it," Marcus panting under him, holding onto Joel's broad shoulders, which makes Joel moan against him, and when Marcus' hands grab Joel's ass, something just clicks inside of Joel's brain. And despite that everything is still slow and soft, he just goes feral because he wants it - wants Marcus - so goddamn bad "Wish I was inside you," against Marcus' ear, and Marcus cries out at that, imagining it, and because it feels so good that Joel is fucking his cock against him. "I wish I…" And not all of it is coherent, it's a string of words that fall from his lips, but he kind of talks Marcus through it, what he wants to do to him, and Marcus just loses his shit because holy fuck, Joel's voice is so deep when he's been smoking like this, and nobody has ever talked to him like this while getting off, and he loves it.

Thanks again for asking, Anon!! I honestly can't wait to write more on them and to eventually share these boys with all of you.

Want to know more about fics in my WIP folder? Check out the original post!

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[hazymoonlinh]

Hii, Can I ask J(reverse 1999) x neutral reader?thank you (≧▽≦)

Sure, here’s some headcanon I think about him :3

Joe in a Relationship: Sweet & Fluffy Headcanons

Protector:

Despite his tough appearance and biker-boy vibe, Joe has a deeply protective streak. He always walks on the side of the road closest to traffic, instinctively steps between you and anything he perceives as a threat.

Will throw his jacket over your shoulders if it’s even a little chilly or when you riding with him.

Skilled with His Hands:

Joe’s background in forgery makes him good with his hands, and he loves using that skill to make things for you.

Whether it’s a custom piece of jewelry or a small figurine he molded from spare metal, every gift feels personal and unique.

Shy with Words:

( Mayyybe cuz in story he’s kind of a flirty type but also not)

Joe isn’t the type to spill his feelings in long speeches, but he has a way of letting you know how much you mean to him. A lingering look, a soft smile, or the way his fingers brush yours when he hands you something—it’s in the little things. (I would forgot to breath if he looks at me and smirk)

Classic Dates, 1990s Style:

Joe loves taking you on old-school dates. Think drives along the coast on his motorcycle, sharing milkshakes at a retro diner, or watching a movie at a drive-in theater. He’s not big on flashy displays, but his effort to create meaningful experiences is unmistakable.

(I’m Asian so I have to look up for all of this 😔)

Big Teddy Bear Energy:

While he’s rugged and confident outwardly, Joe is surprisingly soft in private. He’ll pull you into his lap when you’re both lounging around, rest his chin on your head, and hold you like he never wants to let go.

Burn Scars:

Though he usually flex his burn scars with casual confidence, telling you they’re his prides, there are moments when he feels vulnerable about it. If you kiss it without hesitation, it means the world to him, and he’ll quietly hold you a little tighter for it.

Music Bonding:

Joe has a surprisingly good ear for music and loves introducing you to 1990s rock and grunge bands he adores. Each song carefully chosen to reflect his feelings.

Cooking Surprise:

You wouldn’t expect it, but Joe’s not half-bad in the kitchen because he has a sister. He surprises you with hearty, comforting meals when you’ve had a tough day. Watching you enjoy his cooking makes him smile in that quiet, self-satisfied way.

Touch is His Love Language:

Joe shows affection through touch. Whether it’s a hand on the small of your back as he guides you, brushing your hair out of your face, or pulling you into a bear hug after a long day, he’s happiest when he can keep you close.

(PLEASE HEADLOCK ME JOEEE)

Subtle Vulnerability:

Joe’s a tough guy, but with you, he feels safe enough to let his guard down. On tough nights, he’ll admit his worries and let you soothe him. Though he rarely cries, if it happens, it’s in your arms, where he knows he’s truly understood.

(He almost did when heard abt Pauline situation 🥹)

Spontaneous Adventures:

Joe loves whisking you away on unplanned adventures. “Get on,” he’ll say, patting the back of his motorcycle. Whether it’s to watch the sunrise from a hilltop or grab ice cream at midnight, these moments feel carefree and magical.

Little Keepsakes:

Joe has a habit of keeping small things that remind him of you—a ticket stub from a movie you saw together, a pressed flower from a walk, or even a random trinket you once admired in passing. He treasures these like lucky charms.

Gentle Words:

The way he says your name—soft, deliberate, and full of affection—always makes your heart flutter.

Just imagine he groaning in bed EHEM WHO SAID THAT

(Nick have done a great job voicing him btw)

Acts of Service:

Joe is the type to fix things for you without you even asking. Leaky faucet? Fixed. Your bike tire flat? Already replaced. He’s not flashy about it but beams inwardly when you thank him.

Late-Night Confessions:

When the world quiets down and it’s just the two of you, Joe opens up in ways he doesn’t during the day. He’ll talk about his dreams, his fears, and how much he cares for you, his voice soft and steady as he rests his forehead against yours.

It’s sad that he didn’t came home….

😔

[wild-joker-out-pleasures]

🎀 Skirts for Joker Out 🎀

The recent posts about skirts made me decide to create this. Why not let ALL FIVE BOYS join in on the fun and joys of wearing a skirt? Feel the breeze? The freedom? Equal opportunity is never a bad thing after all, isn’t it? 🤭

Thus, I have taken it upon myself to choose fitting skirt styles for each of the lads, based on what I think would suit each of them! 🎀

Bojan Cvjetićanin 💓

Very out there, very flirty and attention-grabbing miniskirts with standout details and more than a few dashes of coquette. Chiffon, fringe, sequins, little bows. His fearlessness and outgoing personality would really shine, and the short lengths ensure that this short king would look as tall as possible. 🤭 Swishy and twirly silhouettes also allow him to shake those hips and twerk.

Kris Guštin 🤍

That ass certainly doesn’t lie. Kris could rock long and short skirts alike, and with those long legs. Soft, delicate fabrics that drape beautifully complement his Greek god-like beauty. A sheer long skirt with a slit would suit him particularly well. He is well-suited to both pretty princess styles with dainty details and cute bows, and high-fashion runway-esque silhouettes that hug that peach of his and would make every jaw in the room drop.

Jan Peteh 🖤

Dark and intense Jan is a natural fit for equally dark, edgy and alternative skirt styles. Black leather, dark lace and mesh, as well as some bondage and lingerie elements such as buckles, straps and hardware, complement his black cat nature and his natural sensual energy. Of course, one cannot leave out the classic red and black plaid kilt-style miniskirt a la Vivienne Westwood, a staple in alternative fashion that just screams Jan.

If any of you know the manga and anime "Nana"...Jan is 100% Nana Osaki coded, both in appearance and personality.

Jure Maček 🩵

Sunny and chaotic Jure is all about showing skin, and a natural fit for Y2K sensibilities, the shorter the better. Playful, youthful denim and summery mini lengths are particularly good styles for him, rips and distressed details optional. When he's feeling especially fancy, a bold feather mini is a particularly good fit, in its unconventional and unexpected chaos...that Jure would absolutely pull off. 😆

Nace Jordan 💜

Nace is the epitome of a lovely fall day. He suits so many autumn-inspired styles in earthy tones of brown, orange, warm purple and muted green, touched with varying degrees of coziness, and both soft and tough details. Naturally, that extends to skirts. From fairy grunge maxi skirts, to "sexy nerd" dark academia style, to army green minis (he has nice thighs, of course I wouldn't deny anyone those thighs)...he can carry them all beautifully!

Thank you for your time, and LONG LIVE SKIRTS! 🖤

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

just a girl 6

Warnings: this fic will include elements, some dark, such as possible cheating, low self-esteem, noncon/dubcon, and other untagged triggers. Please take this into account before proceeding. It is up to curate your online consumption safely.

Summary: you move in with your sister when your luck turns for the worst.

Characters: Walter Marshall, possible Andy Barber

Author’s Note: Please feel free to leave some feedback, reblog, and jump into my asks. I’m always happy to discuss with you and riff on idea. As always, you are cherished and adored! Stay safe, be kind, and treat yourself💜

You wash away the tang of the barbeque sauce with the wine. In your nervousness, you lost track of how much you’ve drank. Even as you eat, with nothing much to say, he watches you. Walter’s intensity is as roiling as the waves that rippled off the grill. 

He’s on his second can of beer but hardly seems affected. You think it’s not as strong as wine. You look at your glass and the last mouthful. 

“Don’t wanna waste it,” he leans forward and winks. 

“Oh, uh,” you gulp then put the crystal to your lips. You force yourself to swallow the last little bit. 

He stands, causing you to wince. He chuckles as he grabs the wine bottle and uncaps it. You watch him with wide eyes. 

“You’re so jumpy, relax,” he purrs as he fills your glass again. You watch the blush liquid with dread. “That lawyer idiot’s got you on edge.” 

“It isn’t...” you chew your lip and look away, “I think I’ve had enough.” 

“Bah, we’re just getting started,” he winks and plunks the bottle back down, “I’m gonna grab another beer.” 

“Right,” you agree without further protests. 

You sit back and pout into the glass. You want to go but he’s completely correct. Andy has you all twisted up and out of sorts. You can’t go back there. Not yet. You’re stuck here. Walter is every bit as intense as your brother-in-law just in a very different way.  

You stare up at the sky. It’s getting dark. You really don’t want to walk home drunk and you can feel your eyes getting foggy. You feel a bit jittery but that could just be the usual. Unthinkingly, you take a swig to soothe yourself. You see how it can be so dangerous to drink. 

The screen door snaps again and Walter reappears. Your eyes round and flick back up to the sky as you see him. Oh. 

He wears only a pair of short grey-blue swim trunks, thought they look more like boxers. They’re short enough that the muscles of his thighs are on displayed in thick cords and the hair along them stands stark against his skin. He is thick all over. The peek of the dark hair the trails from chest to pelvis stains your mind. Don’t think about that. 

You wipe your forehead with the back of your hand. 

“Come on, let’s have some fun. You know, the hot tub is actually a great way to cool off,” he cracks the tab on the can in his hand, “or spice things up. Whatever you want.” 

You turn the stemmed glass and fidget, “I’m good.” 

“Don’t make me drag you,” he kids. “You ever have fun or do you just sit in the dark and listen to grunge?” 

Your eyes dart up to him as hurt creases around your lips. He sounds like Andy. He thinks you’re pathetic too. 

“Look,” he lets out a long breath, “I’m pulling your chain, tryna loosin’ you up. I didn’t mean anything by it. Just... you could use a hot soak. I can see the tension in your shoulders. They’re almost touching your ears.” 

You drop your shoulders decisively. He’s not lying. You’re so rigid, you’re quivering. It might be nice if you were alone. 

“Well, you get that wine down and come join me when you’re ready.” He nears and you shy away. He taps the side of his can against your glass, “cheers.” 

He takes another dip gulp and turns away. He strides off, tramping down the steps, as you watch the muscles in his back. If he wanted to put you in the tub himself, you’re certain he could. You’re a guest and you don’t want to be rude. Even to him. 

You blow out between your lips and tamp down the last of your worry. If you clench your jaw any tighter, your teeth might just break. You’re tired of the stress, of the tension, of the constant self-hatred. If the wine can make you forget all that, it can’t be that bad. 

You nearly gag as you choke down the rose. You hold back a belch and stand, finding yourself off-balance as you get to your feet. You shake your head and grab the bottle of wine. You leave the glass on the table. 

You come down the steps as Walter sighs and leans his head back, his arms stretched around the side of the hot tub. His eyes are closed as he basks in the cooling air. You walk as the wine sloshes noisily in the glass. You see his can sticking out of a cup holder built into the trim. You find another and plunk the wine into it. 

You back up and stare at the tub, contemplating. You look down then up again. His eyes are open as he reaches for his beer and watches you. You tap your fingers against your thighs. 

“Well?” He raises his brows. 

“Um,” you swallow. 

You turn away so you don’t have to look at him. You’re really going to do this. It’s no different than a swim suit, right? You pull of your tee shirt and reveal your cotton bra. You fold it up and leave it on the folding table near the tub. You take your time untying your converse and peeling off your socks. 

You stand again and undo your thigh, the noise of the jets droning in your ears. You push your pants down and hear a low noise. You step out of the denim and face Walter as he tilts his head, his teeth sinking into his lower lip. 

“Looking good,” he purrs. 

You cross your arms over your stomach and put your head down. You approach the edge of the tub and quickly climb over the side. You ease in opposite him and he clucks. He shifts to claim the seat next to you. You turn your attention to the sky. 

“Don’t gotta be shy,” he reaches past you, leaning close, and grabs the wine, “come on.” 

You eye the bottle and take it from him. You drink from the long neck and pop your lips off. You twist up your mouth and put it back. The heat is not helping. You vision is ringed and fuzzy and your body feels loose. 

“You good?” He rubs your shoulder, his hand hotter than the water. You blink and look over at his touch. 

“Think so,” you choke out. 

“Mm,” his thumb rubs circles into your skin, “you really are built nicely.” 

“Um,” you close your eyes and steady yourself, “thanks... I guess...” you remember the smell of wood chips and feel hands around your hips, the saw buzzes loudly. Your eyes snap open as he tickles along your neck, “I don’t feel too good.” 

“Gotta let the wine settle,” he purrs and leans down to kiss your shoulder as his hand creeps up the back of your neck. “You’re good.” 

“Uh huh,” your eyes roll in your head as your skin speckles with hot and cold. His beard tickles along your collar bone as his curls brush your face, “what--” 

He grips your neck and buries his face in your chest. You gasp and jolt in the water but find your limbs heavily and clumsy. You press your hands to the plastic grooves to keep from slipping as he brings his other hand up to cup one side of your chest. 

“Walter?” You croak. 

“Mmm, it’s alright, baby,” he speaks against your skin, “I’ll treat you right,” he hooks his fingers under the band of your bra, tugging until one side of your chest falls free, “you just relax.” 

[edsforehead]

A resource to help promote inclusivity, for moodboards, headers, etc.

Given the topic of diversity in visual fanworks that’s come up, I started a Pinterest with various themes to help making finding diverse images easier. You can find it here. Please check source links and credit the creators of you decide to use. If you recognize a creator that isn’t linked, please send me their user so I can credit them below.

A few themes below:

HYPER-FEMININE/GIRLY/ETC

COTTAGECORE

ROCK/GRUNGE/ALT/ETC

COUPLES/WEDDING/ETC

PLUS SIZE

2

6

2 @iridessence 6 @iridessence

There’s also a NERD/PREP/CHEERLEADER board and I may start a few others. There isn’t a ton up since I did this pretty quickly, but it’s a good starting point. It would be nice to find images with different types of poc as well. Let me know if you have any suggestions for what other tropes/themes to explore. I don’t have a ton of free time outside of my full-time job, so if you want to become a collaborator on any of these boards let me know!

[starsurfacemortalkombat]

Middle space reader with CG Johnny cage (mk1 and mk11?, separately)

also maybe CG sindel and CG Shao Kahn (mk11, together) with middle space reader?

I'll post the other one some time later. :3

Also, do you have have any middlespace activity suggestions? I never know what to write for it :(

Btw, there's some curse word mentions in here, but nothing too bad

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

CG Johnny Cage MK1 w/ Middlespace Regressor Hcs

⭐️ Really good with middlespace regressors!!

⭐️ A bigger kid? Awesome! There's so many fun activities you two can do!!

⭐️ If you like doing your nails, he'd get, and learn, how to do nails on you and him

⭐️ It takes many attempts, the results are . . . there, and it's totally not, very much mostly, his fault <3

⭐️ I'm not saying he'd let you curse all the time . . . But definitely some times 😎 

⭐️ Like, he didn't hear that naughty word, must have never happened! (he thinks he's cool by letting you slide most time since your bigger) (unless you curse often while regressed, he won't do it around you, but its chill)

⭐️ Big kids can watch scary movies, so he defiantly let's some more pg13+ (and a very select few rated R) movies slide

⭐️ ^ Nothing too bad or gory, he won't let all movies slide

⭐️ . . . His movies are definitely on the ay-okay list

⭐️ He also thrives for teen drama movies, no cap

⭐️ Dress up? Nah, nah, cosplay! (Big kid dress up)

⭐️ He's got a bunch personally, closet cosplays one of his favorite big kid activities

⭐️ If you're cool going outside while small, Johnny's got you!!

⭐️ Skating parks, he'd make sure you have a blast!!

⭐️ Zoo or Aquarium trips? Total big kid thing, he'll give you as many animal facts as he can

⭐️ Afraid of the press? No worries. It can be pretty scary, but Johnny's already figured it out (outlandish outfit, he’ll be the center of attention, you won't even be noticed most times)

⭐️ He'll play more ‘bigger’ games with you, more leaning towards things like Halo instead of kiddie phone games

⭐️ ^ But it has to be on easy, or he's gonna own you 💪 (he's words, not mine-)

⭐️ Snapchat filter time is his FAVORITE, if you allow him to take pictures, he'll have a whole album just of you two being silly with it

⭐️ More ‘darker’ middlespace? Like emo, goth, scene, grudge, etc? Johnnys got you

⭐️ Makeup, eyeliner, outfit styling, he knows the works (and some great pg bands to listen to!!)

⭐️ Definitely not against making bracelets, but he probably uses most of the beads by accident 😬 (he'll buy more . . . And do it again)

⭐️ He'll move away from nicknames like Little One or Kiddo, and more towards ones like Superstar or Pumpkin (unless asked)

⭐️ Nerd too, especially if you like ‘geeky’ things

⭐️ (^ He is very up for watching the entirety of Star Wars with you in your headspace, and will listen to your rambles or answer as many questions as he can)

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

CG Johnny Cage MK11 w/ Middlespace Regressor Hcs

💫 Semi related to the other one, but he already knows how to do your nails 😎

💫 He’s old(er), and a girl dad, he knows a lot of things

💫 Like tying kandi bracelets so they won’t come apart! He’ll even put them on the string so they won’t fall!

💫 A bit more strict with curse words (Unless that isn’t your rule at all)

💫 Like, yeah, your bigger … But you better watch those words Mister/Missy!

💫 He gives me more of a grunge teenage phase than a punk one (MK1 Johnny gives me ex-punk/rock phase), so he’s pretty good at finding ph types of music if you're interested in that!

💫 The press isn’t on him as much as they used to be, but sometimes it's still difficult to regress in public at times

💫 His favorite middlespace activity? Music in the park, it's like a mini concert!

💫 Will argue about putting you down for nap time though, especially if your acting naughty 😕

💫 Just cause your bigger, doesn't mean you can act naughty now!!

💫 . . . Unless it's pranking, he'd help with some (like pranking Jacqui or Cassie! What's better better a few laughs?)

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

I'm so sorry, I had no ideas for MK11 Johnny, I'm always really bad at writing HCs for him 😭

[tenjikyu]

𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘯' 𝘺𝘰𝘶 - 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴

౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ bonten!mikey x male!rockstar!reader , reader plays guitar in a band , reader dresses more grunge as that’s the bands theme , think nana osaki from nana bc she’s the inspo for the fic , very lighthearted, tryna let poor bonten!mikey catch a break , slight sexual references but nothing actually happens , bonten is a lil ooc bc they all act like family but it’s okay bc it’s bonten.

౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ SLIGHT SPOILERS FOR BONTEN ARC, NOT REALLY BUT WARNING JUST IN CASE. (honestly it’s not spoilers at all bc it’s pretty fanon in comparison to the canon bonten timeline.)

“cmon mikey, get outta the apartment for once in your life that isn’t to go to headquarters!” rindou pouts at his boss.

manjiro really didn’t know what he expected when he decided all the executives should move into a massive penthouse together. sure it was good for his health to be around others and not coop himself up in agony, but he didn’t exactly like the idea of being dragged out whenever his lackeys felt like it.

“not intrested, leave me alone.” manjiro says, attempting to make his way to his bedroom. to go see a band he rarely listened to? who goes to a concert when you don’t give a shit about them to begin with?

sure he’s heard all about the gorgous female lead singer and the hot as fuck guitarist. (Y/N), right? manjiro couldn’t remember nor did he really care to.

“but i bought us all front row tickets to see Black Rose so we could witness how hot Hiroko Asato issss” ran attempted to persuade the stubborn bonten leader.

it wasn’t working.

“i’m looking forward to seeing her outfits up close. from what i’ve heard, she wears pure designer.” kokonoi adds onto the conversation.

“cmon mikey, it’s only one night. if you hate it that much i can drive you back to the penthouse.” kakucho, ever the resolver, bargains with the pouting leader.

“…” manjiro stays silent. ‘it’s just one night i guess, plus it means that i’d have them off my ass for at least a month’ he reasons with himself.

“alright, let’s get going then.” he says, the rest of the executives silently fist bumping the air rn.

the wait to get into the stadium was a bitch, however with a little bit of force, the bonten executives managed to get inside ahead of time.

koko ordered the drinks, kakucho and mochi reserved the spots and the haitani brothers were chatting up some vip ladies in scandalous dresses. meanwhile mikey is . . .

umm . . .

wait.

“oh, hey! are you lost..?”

you do your best to keep cool with the fact that the leader of the biggest mafia syndicate in japan was in your personal changing room.

“the show doesn’t start for another 2 hours, can i help you to your seat? i wouldn’t mind.” you offer, keeping careful of how you talk.

the hotshots of bonten’s identities had been long revealed to the public, however people were too afraid to really report their whereabouts to authorities. many stories of people who had revealed their location that day were swiftly eliminated, even before the news of their position were made public.

and so, knowing that the tatoo on this rather depressed looking man’s neck was a bad sign, you decided to just adhere to whatever he might need.

you were already dressed, the iconic vivienne westwood jewellery hanging from every inch of your body. each member of your band had a significant brand to them, so it wasn’t uncommon for you to be seen decked out in the iconic space themed jewellery. you had always loved the style, and it seemed the mafia boss was equally as intrigued in your designer pieces. you even had their logo imprinted onto your guitar.

“no, i’m okay.” manjiro only replied, his eyes not leaving the necklace that rested gently on your chest.

he didn’t really know why he snuck into the private quarters of the band. perhaps it was to escape his ever-so-annoying underlings?

or perhaps, a little part of him wanted to catch a glimpse of you.

apart from the obvious favourite of the band, the lead singer AS well as the only girl in the band, you were a favourite among listeners.

you had women and men alike screaming your name and begging for skin-on autographs. despite being a dude yourself, you had other guys begging you to sign their tailbone (which you had to politely decline).

manjiro understood why, as you were definitely easy on the eyes. your amazing sense of fashion and your toned body didn’t help.

“uhm.. are you feeling okay? you seem a bit dazed.” you question. in reality, the man was just dead on staring into your soul, scaring the living shit outta you.

“yes, i’m alright.” he finally responds.

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. . .

“here, take a seat.” you finally break the silence. why was he here? you didn’t think that a guy like him would have time to sit around some flashy concert. sure, you were a big band but let’s be real, shouldn’t he be at his headquarters shooting peoples heads in?

alas, you knew better then to question it.

and so, you order in some glasses of alcohol and begin chatting. you spoke about your career, how your band came to be and about dreams.

you aren’t entirely sure why you were discussing this sort of shit with a random mafia leader who could probably give less then a shit about you, however he seemed almost enamoured with your conversation.

you felt bad for talking his ear off, especially since you now only had about 45 minutes till showtime and you STILL hadn’t tuned your guitar, however he didn’t seem to care.

everytime you stopped talking, manjiro almost.. glared? at you? as if he was offended that you stopped talking.

unbeknownst to you, manjiro loved listening to you talk. the way you worded things and your voice overall was heavenly to his ears.

the piercings that decorated your skin were appealing to the man. the chain from your ear to you lips especially looked so… attractive to him.

“(Y/N) C’MON, WE’RE ON IN 10” you could hear toru, your drummer, scream out to you.

“SHIT! MY GUITAR” you freaked. HOW did you forget your guitar??

“i’ll come visit after the show.” manjiro says, exiting the room.

“oh, oka-“ before you had the chance to finish your sentence, he vanished.

well, now you couldn’t WAIT for the show to finish!

after the show had ended, you packed up the rest of your gear. your manager had popped in and taken your stage clothes back to the studio before bidding farewell.

as you sat around in a pair of baggy jeans and a t-shirt (inspo - don’t feel like you have to imagine this.) , you paitently waited for the white haired mafia boss to sneak back into your private room.

why were you even waiting? he was probably bullshitting you anyways. why would someone as busy as manjiro sano give a fuck about what you were doi-

“yo.” a cheeky grin graces his face, looking back at you.

note to self : doubt gets you nowhere!

“hey manjiro, enjoy the show?” you ask the man, automatically getting comfortable in his presence. you didn’t exactly know why you felt so relaxed around him, considering his rather infamous reputation, but you just did.

“yeah, you’re certainly the best in your band though. could go solo and still be famous if you wanted.” he replies, automatically heating your face up.

“cmon (Y/N), let’s get going already. i’m tired.” he winged to you in a childlike manner.

“okay.. WAIT—HUH?? where am i going?” you shriek, having no idea that he actually PLANNED to leave this place with you in tow.

“back to my place. duh. i don’t just talk to anybody for fun unless i plan to shoot them in the head an hour later.” he responds in a nonchalant voice.

this boy is gonna be the death of you, literally or figuratively? only time will tell.

regardless of how much you declined the offer, the man ends up dragging you out to the expensive limo that was owned by bonten. not only were you dragged into the car, you were squished in between the boss and 2nd in command of the syndicate, haruchiyo sanzu.

not that you were complaining, the pink haired dude was hot as fuck.

there were many things that occurred that night :

• at 1am, you arrived at their shared headquarters, completely baffled that they all lived together. you decided that you would NOT mention anything that might offend anyone in the room right now.

• at 2am, you were drinking alcohol more pricey then your stage guitar. you weren’t by any means on the poor side, but these men lived a new version of luxury.

• at 3am, you were playing pool with the haitani brothers and sanzu. you lost. miserably.

• at 4am, you were half naked and making out with manjiro sano on his own bed. you didn’t expect the high and mighty manjiro sano to be so submissive in the bedroom.

wait…

“HUH??” WHY WERE YOU IN MANJIRO SANO’S BEDROOM?? WHY WERE YOU IN NOTHING BUT BOXERS?? WHY DID MANJIRO SANO HAVE BITE MARKS ALONG HIS NECK??

“relax dummy, nothing went beyond tongue action.” a mop of platinum hair grumbles beneath the duvet covers.

thank fuck.

‘wait. what time is it?’ you ponder, taking a look at the clock next to the bed. 3:45pm. just how much did you drink to wake up this late?

before you had anymore time to think about it, you feel a thin but strong arm yank you back under the covers,

and come face to face with a pouty mafia leader.

as if on instinct, you pull his head gently into your chest, cradling his head like he’s a porcelain doll. his arms wrap around you as he nuzzled into your body closer, seeking your warmth and comfort.

it doesn’t quite dawn on you that your cuddling a man you literally met yesterday. not because you’re naive or dense, but because it just felt right to be in each others arms.

it’s not until mochi wakes the both of you up for dinner that you reopen your eyes, realising you hadn’t moved since you got dragged down.

it’s an all out war getting manjiro to leave his bed, but when you’re swiftly abducted by the haitani brothers, he’s up and ready, chasing the idiots around claiming they ‘stole his baby.”

well, that’s one way to get a boyfriend!

[gingerteafairy]

read ur todd haynes headcanons and i had a thought — todd x a stoner/smoker girl? like shes soo grunge. they're both outcasts/losers in their own way LMAO

omg i love your mind. maybe i'll do a longer fic about it because it's a really good plot. losers in love is my kind of thing. masterlist

𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐤 𓂃۶ৎ

Todd was doing his best not to stare at the gorgeous, mysterious girl with a cigarette between her fingers. There was something about you that stirred a genuine curiosity in him, mixed with a guilty pleasure he barely admitted to himself—he had a ridiculous thing for girls who smoked. It felt almost illegal, maybe because it had that taste of the forbidden, and he had always been a good boy.

The problem was, you had already noticed his borderline obsessive gaze, and it was starting to get on your nerves. It wasn’t unusual for you to get weird looks for smoking, but Todd’s was downright bizarre.

"What the hell are you looking at, kid?" you snapped, taking a drag from your cigarette as you watched him fumble awkwardly.

“Sorry. I… fuck, I’m really sorry.” He stumbled over his words, shifting his gaze away in a pathetic attempt to play it cool.

You exhaled the smoke, making a point to do it a little louder than necessary, dragging his attention right back to you. "What? You want some?"

"Cigarette? No, thanks." He shook his head frantically, shoving his sweaty hands into his pockets.

"It’s good. Not good for you, though." You sighed, taking another drag. "So, why are you standing next to me, then?"

"I—uh. I want to. I mean, I’ve always kinda wanted to try… smoking." He confessed, nodding toward the cigarette, his eyes flickering with nervous excitement.

You raised an eyebrow, pulling the cigarette away from your lips, letting it rest between your fingers. Your gaze swept over him as you let out a short laugh.

"You look like a straight-up mama’s boy to ever think about boozing weed. Why do you wanna do something like this?" You crossed your arms, tilting your head.

"I don’t know. I just… think it’s interesting." He admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. His eyes softened as they locked onto yours again. "Aren’t you afraid of lung cancer?"

"Lung cancer is the least of my worries." You inhaled deeply, taking another slow drag. "Ever had drug-induced hepatitis?"

"Hepatitis?" His voice shot up, and he glanced around as if someone might overhear. Todd looked positively stunned by the casual way you’d just said that. "Isn’t that, like, that disease—"

"No, not that one." You giggled, playfully rolling your eyes. "Drug-induced hepatitis happens when you take so much shit your liver can’t handle it and just shuts down. I had that."

"Whoa, that’s… kind of badass." He blurted out before slapping a hand over his mouth. "I mean—are you okay? Why’d you do that?"

"I just take a lot of stuff." You shrugged, flicking your cigarette to the ground and grinding it under your heel. "It helps me forget my boring life."

"God, tell me about it." He chuckled, leaning back against the wall. "Sometimes I feel like I’m just a side character in my own damn movie, y’know?"

"Deep." You nodded, pulling out your wallet.

"Oh my God, are you about to light up another one?!" Todd gawked, eyes glued to your pocket.

"Relax, mama's boy. Just grabbing my wallet." You laughed, flipping it open to check your cash. "I’m heading to the store. Wanna come?"

"What?" His eyes widened, looking even more lost when you let out a quiet, amused chuckle.

"It’s not every day a cute guy talks to me, you know? I'm accepting the universe's sign. Usually, people just call me weird." You teased, stepping a little closer to his flushed flustered face. "Then again, I’m guessing people say the same about you, huh?"

"Is it that obvious?" He groaned, his puppy-dog eyes looking even more pathetic.

"A little." You smirked, pushing back. "But I kinda like that. It's cute."

"And… I like… the way you are. That’s why I was staring. Sorry, that was creepy.” His voice dropped to a near whisper, eyes darting away for a second. "I think it’s… attractive. Like, female fatale stuff from the movies, you know. It's cinematically se- attractive."

"Don’t do that. It’s bad for your health." You grinned, starting to walk toward the store, and he quickly fell into step beside you.

"You should quit too." He shot back without missing a beat.

"You’re bold. What’s your name?" You asked, enjoying how flustered he suddenly looked.

"Todd. Todd Haynes." He answered, and you gave him yours in return. He nodded, keeping the name in his head like a precious treasure."You should stop doing that too."

"Doing what?"

"Going places with strangers." He said more seriously, his gaze fixed on your face, suddenly more lightened with a silly smile. “What?”

"I don’t do this." You chuckled, amused at his adorable confused expression. "You’re the first. Feel honored, Haynes."

[teehee-vibes]

Guys, I think Grizzly hid lore in Dark Puckered Hole.

NOW JUST- JUST HEAR ME OUT. (Mieru, look away).

I’m not just talking about the potential purity culture of the Undersea being exposed through Finn’s self exploration… I’m talking RAFT lore.

In Chapter 69, “Behind Bars,” of Dark Puckered Hole, Finn Tidestrider is imprisoned “somewhere in the eastern sea” with another triton, who is on the brink of death. They fall in love and bang before the anonymous convict passes in Finn’s arms, but that’s not what I’m focusing on. Im focusing on the presence of another triton, an injured one, in the Oversea, especially the Sakura Ocean.

Historically in Mana, Finn Tidestrider was one of, if not, THE FIRST to leave the Undersea behind. A decade or so-so later, in modern day Riptide, there have been practically no other triton. Gillion, who was banished, and Edyn, who left to find and avenge him, are the only ones. Even more so, the only other Undersea characters are found in the Undersea (Unnamed NPCs in The Tank OR Felipe, a grung, being from Liquidus) or having left it behind for personal reasons a la Edyn (Caspian, a water genasi). When the Tidestrider siblings go around Allport, they have to wear cloaks to avoid standing out. There aren’t even other triton in Liquidus!

So how, why, is there another triton in the oversea? Finn himself is shocked by his presence. “In this prison, to find another man from the Undersea… my mind raced with questions.” He doesn’t dwell on this weirdness because his questions are drowned out by the sound of his blood beneath his skin, rushing downward, BUT it’s very bizarre, no?

Another detail: Why was the other triton on the verge of death? Of course, inadequate care, but could he have been thrown back into the cell like that? Whoever imprisoned them did not care about their lives. They could live, or they could die.

To go further, isn’t it kind of weird how Finn Tidestrider doesn’t specify where his imprisonment is? He is a very detailed author. He could have said one of the villages in Onawa Country or anything else to feed more detail into his writing, but he didn’t. I feel like the reason he wouldn’t be specific is because he himself was unsure exactly of where he was. He was taken in secret, likely kept out of sight while being arrested and transported to his cell.

I also have to wonder… who imprisoned them? I think you know what I’m getting at. I think RAFT did. RAFT has the resources. RAFT has the political sway. RAFT has governmental power. And it’s worsened by the fact that this imprisonment occurred in the Eastern Sea, the site of the Promised Bastion, where triton are imprisoned, tortured, skinned, and experimented on…

Judging by the fact that Finn refers to the other triton’s you-know-what as “a lighthouse to guide this lost sailor home,” Finn was likely a part of the Black Rose Pirates at the time. He couldn’t hide his presence in the Oversea as a crewmate for a pirate lord, let alone Captain Rose. Finn was on wanted posters, Finn was in newspaper headlines, Finn was a published author. I think RAFT had its eyes on him, but when they arrested or kidnapped him, it wasn’t for crimes of piracy… at least not on the surface.

I think this experimentation on Undersea people and gods has been going on for a long time, and Dark Puckered Hole could be evidence of this fact. Finn was intended to be a source of skin, of blood, and of magic for RAFT’s experimentation in the artificial leviathan and black ops projects. His lover was too, maybe already was (I say maybe because Finn doesn’t allude to the idea that he was physically ripped apart… that would have been unignorable). Finn probably only made it out because he’s that strong (in episode 82, when Drey is talking to and comforting Jay, he said Finn was terrifying when angry or passionate) or his crew came to his rescue.

I think political and military purposes against the pirates weren’t the only reasons RAFT wanted to ally with the Undersea. “Joining forces” with them led either to less suspicion as they funneled triton out of the ocean and to the recently abandoned Promised Bastion, or coming to dominate them allowed RAFT to simply take triton without enough pushback. Either way, without their Champion to rise against them (the one triton on the hooks accused Gillion of abandoning them), they’ve been taken en masse. And maybe Edyn’s collaboration with the navy permitted her some of this knowledge, and that’s how she knew to hide Gillion from prying eyes in navy territory.

Uhhh tldr: It’s weird that there’s an injured triton in the Eastern Oversea. I think DPH could imply that Finn and his lover were imprisoned by RAFT as test subjects for the artificial leviathan and black ops projects, proving the longevity of Fay Ferin’s plans.

[heartz4shauna]

brown haired girls

warnings: slight jackie slander don’t hate me, alcohol use.

a/n: shauna my dark and brooding bf 💜

the sound of grunge music and teens chattering filled your ears as you sat on the couch of some frat boys, a red solo cup in between your knees.

you knew you didn’t wanna be here. shit, everyone knew that with that look on your face, like someone told you to go fuck yourself. you looked bitter, though it’s probably the liquor.

your whole team was invited to this party. why? a frat guy named “Carson” said it was to prepare you for the college life, since you were seniors, even though that wasn’t entirely true. a few girls on your team were freshmen and yet they came.

people squeezed themselves between a coffee table with bottles upon bottles and you to get into the back room, “excuse me, sorry,” were the only words you had heard in the last 15 minutes.

suddenly, you were snapped out of your trance as someone slumped down next to you. you glanced over at them, their striped sweater catching your eye. not exactly party attire, compared to your knee length dress anyway.

it was your teams left wing, shauna. you looked her up and down, sipping your drink. she gave an upward nod and began to speak, her words slurring together a little.

“y’know, i don’t even like parties. jackie drags me to ‘em all the time, she says she’s trying to help me socialise. what she really means,” hiccup, “sorry. means is she’s trying to help me not be a virgin before college.”

you gave her a look as she spoke. one that said, “and you’re telling me this because..?” once she realised that was what you were getting at she shut up. “sorry. i don’t know why i’m telling you this. you’re.. a senior, right? i feel like i recognise you.” you blinked at her and then placed your cup on the coffee table. “shauna, we’re on the same soccer team.”

she nodded, her face accepting, “that’s right. i remember you now. you won’t tell.. jackie, will you?” she questioned, leaning over to you a little bit, the smell of alcohol on her breath burning your nose. you shook your head, frowning, “nah. i don’t give a shit about jackie, you can talk shit all you want.”

she gave a short hum, preparing herself to speak again. “random question, completely. do you like weezer?” your eyes widened at the question, what a loser, you thought. “uh, no, shauna. i don’t like weezer. i like good music, have you heard of it?”

she rolled her eyes, not happy with your answer, “yeah i know good music, what do you like? fuckin’.. uh.. i dunno? who do you like?” she finally asked, defeated. you replied with a shrug, “i listen to a bit of everything i guess? i like the smiths, elliot smith, um… queen, cocteau twins. i could go on?” she looked at you in awe, absolutely amazed you knew, what she considered to be, good music.

“really?! i love the smiths too, they’re so cool, man. maybe cool isn’t the right word?” she questioned, her eyebrows furrowing. you shook your head, smily softly, “no, maybe not cool.” “what’s your favourite of theirs?” she asked curiously. you hummed thoughtfully, “probably… unhappy birthday.”

she looked at you, a concerned frown on her lips, “..unhappy fucking birthday? really?” you nodded, shifting slightly towards her and letting someone get past you two. “it definitely isn’t my favourite,” she admitted. you shrugged in response, not bothered really that she didn’t care for your favourite song, “cool.”

she noticed the way you were acting, almost bitter, she thought. “you wanna go upstairs?” she asked in a whisper, readying herself to leave. you didn’t need much convincing, you wanted to leave since you came.

you nodded and stood up from the couch, taking your cup with you. shauna stood up after you with a small smile and took your hand in hers, guiding you to the staircase.

[anotherbluesunday]

✨Moodboard Teaser: In Technicolor✨

With the release of the first chapter coming in hot with its expected release being this Friday at the latest or sooner (possibly as early as tomorrow) I wanted to take the time to acquaint everyone with the primary couples in this story. Usually I cap it at two couples and have auxilary couples and characters on the fringes. But because this is a crossover between two of my favorite shows, I have expanded it to three—possibly four—couples with auxilaries (secondary) on the fringes. These couples will include original characters i.e. Wynn Galpin who is Tyler Galpin’s younger sister. There is a crossover couple that joins the Wednesday group with the Riverdale group. This couple is where I expect to receive the most backlash but idc. Their my crossover otp and I hope you all trust me enough to keep reading and join me/the characters on this journey. I have also switched some things up with one of the Riverdale characters because the ship only got screen time in the last season and it did more for their character than their actual failed relationships did the entire season. Fight me. But don’t. Or do.

Anyway, here are the couples moodboards, as promised. The visuals were inspired by Baz Luhrmann’s Romeo + Juilet because these past few months since January I have been on a 90’s and 2000’s kick and I am dying for how that movie captured the beauty, grit, grime, and excitement of LA. So enjoy and let me know what you think! 💜

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We open with our crossover couple who are the star-crossed lovers—Cheryl Blossom, the queen of the Palisades and star tennis player and Pugsley “Lee” Addams, the king of Elysian Heights and leader of his grunge sleeze band Texca. Born second generation to a working class defense attorny and day-time caregiver to the elderly, Lee Addams has just wants to make it through his senior year of high school and hangout with his friends on the weekend. But when he and his twin sister Wednesday step a little too far over the line at their old school their parents pull some strings to have their three children—Wednesday, Pugsley, and Pubert “Bertie” attend Morticia’s former high school. There, Lee unwittingly comes face to face with the campus queen, the indomitable and untouchable Cheryl Blossom. Born into privilege with the face of an angel and the bite of a viper, she has everything and anything. Influence thanks to her parents name. Adoration by way of her beauty. And power because of her abilities to manipulate others. But what happens when a hurricane meets an immoveable force? Will they fold? Destroy one another? What happens when the pretty vicious face isn’t all it seems to be and the cutting confidence is stripped away? Who are the real people that lie beneath it all?

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Next are our second pair of the four star-crossed lovers. While it is never a good idea to fall for your twin flame, for Tyler and Wednesday it isn’t so simple. Twin flames and soulmates fused into one as if it were a sick joke, their story begins at a party—the raven haired twin sister with her face painted like a Catrina (see: Dia de los Muertos symbols and iconography) and the Galpin golden boy dressed like Sir Lancelot with the sacred heart etched into his chest plate. Like her brothers, Wednesday grew up living a modest life where nothing was taken for granted and family sits at the heart of all major decisions. For Tyler, he has forgotten the importance of family and community after starting university where his life has evolved into an endless stream of parties and hookup’s. Never struggling but also never being challenged to be better or grow, he’s hit a wall. A mid-life crisis of sorts but at the already chaotic age of 18 with his 19th birthday right around the corner. But from the moment he lays eyes on Wednesday she is all he can think of. All he breathes and dreams of—a beautiful stranger that won’t free him. Yet when this silver tongued Casanova tries to approach the dark beauty he’s shot down. Challenged to question who he is and what he truly is doing with his life that matters. What is in store for the idealistic social revolutionist and her troubled admirer? Where will they land when the walls of his kingdom come crumbling down?

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The youngest of three siblings each yet one is protected and coddled like a greenhouse flower while the other has flourished amidst hardship and bouts of poverty. Wynn Galpin is caught in a never-ending loop of compassions to her twin older siblings, Tyler and Enid. Both are straight A students. Both star athletes with Tyler winning championship after championship for swim and Enid earning a full-ride scholarship to UCLA for volleyball. Both are charming and charismatic. Both are perfect and Wynn can never compare despite how she tries. She doesn’t have the passion for swim or volleyball so she chooses cheer. “That’s not a real sport” she’s told. Her siblings get A’s but she can hardly scrape by with B’s while battling her depression and anxiety. At all times, her mind is screaming for her to just run off and disappear. And after the loss of her friend and pseudo-sister Polly, the darkness has become more persuasive. More invasive and vicious. But it is during a spiral that forces her out of the gym during cheer practice that she runs into the new kid. The brainiac junior in her senior level AP classes. Pubert “Bertie” Addams. A carefree class clown with a heart of gold and the virgin Guadalupe drawn in vibrant neons on the bottom of his skateboard. Where will this new path take them when the class clown and the beauty queen who seems to always be in tears meet to form an oddball friendship? And what happens when their hearts begin to long for more than just friendship but their worlds couldn’t be more different? How will things turn out for the greenhouse flower and her sidewalk dandelion?

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What’s the worst that could happen when you fall in love with your best friend? What happens when you think they love someone else? When you think they could never see you the way you see them in return? Do you stand there and wait for them to turn around? Or do you walk away while piecing together your heart that will never know real closure? Reggie has asked himself these questions nearly every day for the past six years since his family moved to the fringes of the Palisades and enrolled him in the affluent junior high nearby. Archie Andrews was his first friend at his new school all those years ago. The first one to get up during lunch time and sit down next to him. The one who didn’t care that his parents weren’t from money and had only recently come into their fortune. The one who didn’t care that he didn’t have the newest clothes, phone, or hairstyle. Like a guardian angel come to save him from perpetual solitude, Archie befriended Reggie with a bright smile and a silly joke. And since that day, Reggie has kept his love for the redhaired boy wonder to himself. Has been the picture of what a bestfriend should be. Has supported Archie and defended him. Joined their high school swim team with him just so that they could live out Archie’s dream of being the one’s to break Tyler, the former captain’s, record and win more championships than him and his team did. Reggie has lived a beautiful but painful lie for nearly a decade and the cracks have begun to show. The devotion now agony. The love a barbed dagger twisted liettle by little every time he has to play third wheel on Archie’s dates with his girlfriend Veronica. But one night their eyes meet across a sea of moving bodies at a house party. Archie kissing Veronica but can’t stop looking at Reggie. There’s a spark. A sadness. Hope. But is there truth? Is there a willingness to be honest? To accept this attraction that has been there waiting from the start? Does Archie know what real love could be like if he just turned around? Or will the lovefool angel look away once again and leave the poor friend and saint in the dark?

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Stay tuned for more because this is only the beginning. Next will be the auxiliary couples, characters, and family boards for the three main ones at play. But the next next post that will be following this one will be the official titlecard for Chapter One. Can’t wait to see you all again there. 💜

[yellowjacketsfashion]

Hey! So Idk if its me that got confused but as far as im concerned Natalie has a bullet necklace 😅😅 and I would really love if you could find a close match to It tysm

I’m not exactly sure if l have the right item but I think you might be talking about this necklace both teen Natalie and adult Natalie wear:

But the charm isn’t a bullet, rather a safety pin. Theres lots of places where you can get a similar necklace but here are a few close matches:

Left: The IVAAMI “Safety Pin Collar Necklace” on Etsy.

Right: “Safety Pin Chain Choker Necklace” by VelvetVixen13 on Etsy.

I also wasn’t sure if you wanted me to find a necklace with a bullet charm though so here’s one:

If this isn’t the necklace you were talking about though let me know. It’s usually helpful if you know the episode, if it’s in the teen or adult timeline, or what season it’s in. But hopefully I had the right necklace in mind and that this is helpful!

[elian0nhanov3r]

Axl Low Theory: "His parents were hippies."

Alright, I may not be the person who knows the most when it comes to the game's lore, but this theory is mostly based on some things I noticed that made sense to me. So, please don't take it too seriously; I made it for fun and to share some thoughts.

Also, English isn't my first language so I tried to use some tools so you could understand this sh**

Another thing is READ ALL if you want to understand my point, I know Axl is a British man and hippies were almost americans, I know his parents are rich and they may disinherit him, but please, read 'cause I treat those points in a way or another.

Let’s set the stage with a bit of context:

The hippie movement started in the United States, especially in San Francisco (California), as a reaction against materialism, the Vietnam War, racism, and the social conservatism of the time.

Here are some key values that probably sound familiar to many of you, but let’s refresh them anyway:

☮️-A total rejection of violence and war: The hippies were pacifists through and through.

☮️-Anti-consumerism: They preferred a simpler, more communal life and criticized the growing consumerism of American society.

☮️-Criticism of traditional monogamy and sexual norms, especially those upheld by 1950s American Christianity.

☮️-Interest in Eastern religions, astrology, and mysticism, rejecting mainstream Christianity.

☮️-Respect for nature and a sustainable lifestyle.

☮️-And, of course, the experimentation with drugs like LSD to expand consciousness. (This isn't the most important)

It’s worth noting that this movement wasn’t entirely altruistic. It’s known that many hippies were actually wealthy people who didn’t want to go to war or just wanted to live a carefree, ‘hippie’ lifestyle to escape family pressure. But that doesn’t mean their cause wasn’t legitimate. There were many who genuinely believed in it. Being a hippie doesn't mean you can't be prejudiced and horrible. Besides, people often have ideas when they're young that change when they grow up. Nobody is completely the same thing in their youth compared to their adulthood (30-40)

Also, hippies were persecuted by the police and society during those years. They were often spied on by the FBI under programs like COINTELPRO, aimed at controlling and dismantling countercultural movements. Many also faced discrimination for their appearance, lifestyle, and ideologies.

This led to some of them migrating to rural communes or even to countries like Mexico and India, seeking freedom of worship and less oppressive environments (Or even being prosecuted by the law for drug possession). Some even went to China.

Now, let’s focus on Axl.

No introduction needed; Axl is one of the most iconic characters from the game. He has the unique trait of being a time traveler, specifically from the '90s, which brings me to my first point:

Axl doesn’t quite fit the mentality of the 1990s. The '90s were a time marked by pessimism due to economic and political tensions. This decade saw a rise in sarcasm, satire, and dark humor in media, and entertainment reflected this shift. Think of shows like Ren and Stimpy, the rise of grunge music, comics like Punisher, and video games like Doom. Even kids hated figures that represented positivity, such as Barney.

Axl, on the other hand, stands out for his optimism and his perseverance despite adversity. While he does have his own tragic past, he faces it with humor and constantly strives to be a better person. He’s also a pacifist, always seeking peaceful resolutions, even though he has a history of gang involvement. A pacifist gang member from the '90s? That’s an odd combo.

Now, some might argue that Axl’s background doesn’t quite match the hippie culture. According to the game wiki, Axl comes from a wealthy family but grew up in a dangerous neighborhood in England. This raises a couple of questions:

-Why would wealthy people live in a dangerous area?

-And, if Axl grew up there, why isn’t he more violent like many of the others in his neighborhood?

-Another thing: Axl seems to live simply. His clothes aren’t particularly luxurious, and he eats at places like McDonald’s and hangs out at open-air markets, which suggests a more humble lifestyle. If his family is supposed to be rich, why is he living like that?

You might be asking, "Why are his parents, and not Axl himself, the hippies?"

Well, Axl embodies only a few of the values of the movement, but his parents seem to represent the broader spirit of the hippie culture more directly. Axl is a young adult in the '90s, so he’d likely be between 23-27 years old (I’m guessing he was born between 1971-1975, based on estimates of his age and his time travel experiences). That places him in the 1970s for his childhood, when his parents were likely still deeply influenced by the movement.

(FOR THIS PART, IS NECESSARY FOR ME TO SAY I'M NOT A NATIVE ENGLISH SPEAKER, PLEASE THIS POINT IS ONLY FROM MY LISTENING OF MY SECOND LANGUAGE AND I KNOW I HAVE A BIG PROBABILITY OF SAYING NONSENSE HERE)

Now, here’s the part that might seem a bit weak, but hear me out: Axl’s accent. If you listen closely, you’ll notice that Axl’s English doesn’t quite sound British. It’s more like an American trying to sound British, especially in Strive and XRD. Maybe his parents weren’t British, and Axl grew up with a mixed accent because his parents were from a different place, but the world around him spoke with a British accent.

Now the theory itself:

Axl’s parents could have been a hippie couple who fled the United States during the 1970s. They might have moved to England to escape the oppressive social and political climate in America. I’m suggesting they’re Americans because of Axl’s American-style English, though it’s possible they were British hippies who’d returned to the UK after their time in Asia with other hippie communes.

They likely decided to settle down in the 1970s when they found out they were having a child. True to their hippie values, they chose to live in a poor, rundown neighborhood, away from the luxuries they could afford. However, they made sure Axl didn’t want for anything materially. More importantly, they instilled in him their values without forcing him into a particular path in life, allowing him the freedom to choose his own.

Growing up in such a neighborhood, Axl witnessed the violence and struggle around him, which only strengthened his commitment to his parents’ pacifist ideals. He likely heard stories of the persecution his parents faced, and perhaps this inspired him to act and try to bring peace to his community.

With all this in mind, I believe the environment in which Axl grew up played a big role in shaping who he became. His parents’ influence is clear, but the place he lived and the experiences he had contributed just as much to his growth. But of course, they only believed in this part of their cause, they might have changed their mind living in London and maybe they never believed in all of this and only looked for easy drugs, being that the reason or their persecution, or were a bit classist and racist, that's why they rejected Axl when he decided to live his life with Megumi.

Well, that's all guys, hope you like it... Don't take me seriously please, I say this only from the perspective of a weird stupid fan of Axl Low, i know this may be more a headcanon than a theory itself qwq

[bloodyravenn666]

Dear reader,

You are not supposed to be here but now that you're reading this, I guess it's only fair to welcome you to my secret journal.

Who I am is no longer necessary. Unfortunately, we don't do introductions here. If you’re curious enough, keep reading. I reveal myself in fragments—some sharp, some soft—but never all at once. One journal entry at a time.

I once had a Tumblr account. A very pretentious one. I don't know if you've been to 2013 Tumblr where people want to be a part of a Follow Train and join Follow4follow promos. I mostly did "reblogs" and never created a post. I reblog whatever fits the aesthetic of my blog. God, it was so fake! I wanted to reblog a meme so bad, but I couldn't, because a dog named Doge does not fit my minimalistic, soft grunge, mental-breakdown-but-make-it-art, sad-bitch-energy blog vibe.

I was 11 when I started writing. I found my voice at 16. My writing skill peaked when I was 19, and by 25, it died. It is ironic because it is at that very age that I started working as a ghostwriter.

The reason why I'm back on Tumblr is to rekindle the fire in me. Writing became more of a job instead of something that I enjoy. It is no longer rewarding after 2+ years of working as a ghostwriter. I forgot how it feels to write in your own voice, to read your thoughts, and to reflect on your soul.

I started this blog to quietly release the things I’ve kept buried—truths unsaid, secrets too heavy, and lies I’ve only ever told myself. They were meant for no one… and yet, I’d like to share them with you. The catch? You can’t know who I am.

So if you’re here, let’s agree to stay hidden.

Whatever I post here is personal. You are welcome to ask or comment. Just don't go telling anyone about this blog. Let the ghosts lead them into this dungeon, and let them find me.

By the way, this isn’t the gateway to the deep dark web. I do not mean to creep you out— it's just the aesthetic that I want to pull off.

Alright, close the door on your way out.