#50s AU

[bluebellowl]

Since there are no Pokemon in our role play universe but I still wanted Emmet to have a sorta Joltik creature with him, I gave him a little yellow jumping spider!

It‘s bigger and better trained than any jumping spider could possibly be irl but I think it‘s still very cool!

I may have been inspired by the indi game Webbed, in which you play a jumping spider!

#submas #pokemon #joltik #jumping spider #subway boss Emmet #subway master #50s AU #braincell #we all know that‘s his name

[benjimatorarts]

Your television program will be back same time next week!

This pose was part of a Vox theme sketch collage but I really like this pose to have its own post. I have not decided if Vaughn is working at NBC or not. I might go back and forth with different networks. Reference photo below:

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel vox #50s au #hazbin hotel au

[professorcalculusstanaccount]

Captain Haddock and Tintin growing old together, PS luv your art

a lot of things have changed but at the same time a lot of things have stayed the same

thank you so much! i imagine as haddock grows older he becomes even more unfiltered lol

#Fanart #comic #asks #tintin #Adventures of Tintin #captain haddock #archibald haddock #chang #50s au #he earned that moustache #he just wanted to look like an adult for once #haddock: are you the third missing thompson triplet

[madebysamael]

Meet me for a milkshake at the diner 🍨

#ineffable wives #good omens #ineffable husbands #aziraphale x crowley #crowley x aziraphale #fem!crowley #fem!aziraphale #50s wives #good omens fanart #good omens art #50s au #ineffable partners #ineffable spouses #madebysamael #made by samael #femslash february #femslash feb 2023

[erik-carierre]

Accidentally heard Bobby Darin and this slipped out. Decade AUs are defeating me

#phantom of the opera #poto #phanart #the phantom of the opera #phantom #poto fandom #erik and christine #exc #exr #50s au

[unusualmuffin-art]

Grease au Eddie and Chrissy ✨🫶

#hellcheer #edissy #chrissy cunningham #eddie munson #stranger things #stranger things fanart #my art #artists on tumblr #grease au #crossover #50s #diner #50s au

[bearsinpotatosacks]

Top gun 50s/early 60s AU but it's also a boarding school AU.

There's a separate boys and girls school but they kind of interlink, they do dances together and stuff so think like the two schools in Heartstopper and how they're close by and do social stuff together

Carole is a scholarship student, she's a bookworm who has those big glasses and a gap toothed smile. Her roommate is Penny, a nepotism baby with a dad who got offered the role of an Admiral after his excellence as a Captain in The War, she's very sporty and more butch, or as much as she can be in the late 50s/early 60s, as she has 4 brothers.

Carole's friends with the other scholarship kid, Charlotte Blackwood, who's detemined to make it into college even if her parents really don't think that's a woman's place. She's got a weekend job in town and saves all her money up for fancy clothes, bright red lipstick, satin dresses with fur trims and does her hair like Marilyn Monroe. Her roommate is one, Elizabeth Corday, a british student who just wants to be a surgeon like her dad

In the boy's school we have Nick Bradshaw and his cousin, Mark Greene, both kids with dad's in the military. Goose is called that for how he sneaked a goose into the girls dorms during a prank war.

He's best friends with Pete Mitchell, sent to the school by an aunt who just wants him out of the way like everyone. Last year he dormed with goose but this year, let's say their junior year so 16-17, he's been paired with Tom Kazansky, determined to be an Admiral just like his dad.

But Goose realises he not only likes rock and roll, learning to play a lot of songs on the piano much to the teacher's dismay, but also boys. One boy in particular, the Captain of the Football team, Ron Kerner

Ron's a scholarship kid too, he's serious about getting out of his shitty life any way possible and does not have time for dating

Goose goes to the school library with his friend Carole, and finds out that she has a crush on her roommate Penny and, to make it even more taboo for them, her friend Charlie as well

And when his cousin Mark makes the assumption that he's dating her, he gets the brilliant idea to fake their relationship, try to set up their crushes with each other, Charlie with Pete and Penny and Ron, secretly date them behind the scenes, using their double dates as a cover up to go off with their crushes

The only problem is, they have to do this without outing themselves and maybe getting themselves kicked out to conversion therapy *sad 50s noises*

And to add another layer, Penny and Charlie don't even like each other because they're fighting over Pete

Charlie dated him last year, as a cover up and in the poor hope that it will get rid of her outrageous crush on Carole, but showed up after the summer to see him sharing spit with Penny

So they hate each other

But both love Carole

And Carole loves both of them

:(

When hanging out on the weekend, Penny and Carole find themselves alone, one thing leads to another and they end up kissing

Carole still loves Charlie too, and Penny's not giving up her cover with Pete now

At a school dance, Goose, sad that he's still not got closer to Ron, offers her a solution, set Charlie up with Ron, two career focused people who both have an image to up keep

Cue typical rom-com shenanigans, also featuring Carole and Penny cuddling for warmth in winter, Goose watching Ron train and going fully red when he walks over and smiles, all covered in sweat

Eventually, Goose kisses Ron, he teaches him a bit of piano and tries to show him that he can still have his golden future and have fun at the same time

Also Icemav get together in the background

Eventually we get a grease like situation in terms of friendship, but charenrole, sloose and icemav together secretly

Also Mark and Elizabeth get together too, but that's really in the background, just got to sprinkle in my love for ER wherever I can lol

#top gun #sloose #charenrole #icemav #penrole #charole #nick goose bradshaw #nick bradshaw #ron slider kerner #ron kerner #carole bradshaw #charlie blackwood #penny benjamin #mark greene #elizabeth corday #pete maverick mitchell #pete mitchell #tom iceman kazansky #tom kazansky #50s au #boaring school au #bear writes #goose top gun #slider top gun #maverick mitchell #iceman kazansky #got a skirt that gives me major carole vibes #when i wear it with a sweater vest and a polo shirt it's amazing #also can you tell this is kind of dead poets society inspired? #love that film

[raunak-draws-stuff]

yeah i think about them a normal amount

#hws india #hws iran #aph india #aph iran #indran #hetalia world stars #hetalia fanart #50s au

[footprintsinthesxnd]

You Owe Me a Kiss

Pairings: Natasha Trace x f!reader (50s au) Summary: this is a blurb requested by the lovely @callsign-phoenix for my 1K follower celebration. Warnings: mild sexual references, prejudice relating to the time period.

The Cadillac roared rhythmically down the highway, its engine rumbling as it flew towards its destination. Natasha’s hand balanced precariously on the steering wheel, fingers drumming in time to ‘Rock Around the Clock’ playing through the radio.

(Y/n) was sitting back in her seat, the wind blowing through her hair as she enjoyed the view. This was the only time you could truly admire her, away from the prying eyes of other people. Tonight you were just seen as two friends who’d been to a drive-through movie. The film itself hadn’t been that exciting. It was the musical ‘Guys and Dolls’ but after about half an hour all the other couples at the drive-through had lost interest, sharing passionate kisses and snuggling deeper under their blankets. Natasha had reached over, her fingers gracing over (y/n)’s hand delicately. She squeezed her hand in return, sharing an intimate look, knowing that was as far as they could go.

Natasha indicated, pulling the Cadillac off the tarmac and onto the dirt lay-by.

“What are you doing?” (Y/n) asked curiously, her eyes watching as Nat killed the engine, turning in her seat to face her. Nat’s deep brown eyes bore into her own, expression serious but a small smirk appearing on her lips.

“You owe me a kiss. You’ve been sitting there looking that damn perfect all evening and I’ve not been able to touch you,” she admitted, her voice practically dripping with desire as she leant closer to (y/n), resting her hand on the exposed flesh of her thigh.

“Nat, we shouldn’t. Someone might see.” She groaned as Nat’s hand ran up her leg and underneath her dress, her lips ghosting her neck. “Nat please.”

“No one’s gonna see us, not out here.” Natasha pressed her lips firmly against (y/n)’s savouring the gasp she swallowed in the kiss. Natasha’s lips were warm and gentle but with a certain dominance as she begged for control. (Y/n) wrapped her hands into Natasha’s neatly permed hair, tangling in the curls as she pulled her closer, laying back further into her seat. Natasha groaned, gripping the back of (y/n)’s neck as she straddled her, letting her dress rise and exposing her thighs. Nat pulled away grinning down at her, “When I said you owed me a kiss I was definitely going for more.”

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#natasha phoenix trace x reader #natasha phoenix trace imagine #50s au #Phoenix #monica barbaro #1k celebration

[bluebellowl]

Yall have been asking for it!

Ingo is straightening his damn back, Emmet is reteaching him how to hold himself as a public service worker again.

Alternative in shirtless because someone @toriblayde was disappointed the first version didn’t show as much anatomy as the sketch xD (i’m kidding of course. i had fun doing the alternative and i was thinking the exact same thing)

#submas #subway boss ingo #subway masters emmet #pokemon #nobori #kudari #warden ingo #50s AU #tw a single nipple!!

[vintagecandy]

You know what, I miss your greaser spamton I'd love to see more of him!

I'm unfortunately so busy with Everything right now because i wanted to draw him tbh, but I did have this Spamton and Noelle drawing I left unfinished, so I prettied it up !!

fair warning lol they're both a little smaller than usual, they're kinda chibi oh and this is my first time depicting 50s!Noelle i think

#Spamton #50s #Retro Future AU #50s!Spamton #greaser Spamton #50s Au #i forget my own tags #Deltarune #fanart #Noelle #Noelle Holiday

[professorcalculusstanaccount]

Head Empty, only thoughts of Bald Chang

im not sure what compelled you to send this to me but i hope this satisfies you and your powerful mind

a sequel to this

#Fanart #comic #asks #tintin #Adventures of Tintin #captain haddock #archibald haddock #Chang #Tinchang #50s au #this ask was so chaotic i had to respond to it #im not doing any more follow ups to the moustache comic this has gone too far lmao

[wh0lemilk0vich]

You cannot just casually drop one sentence on Ian as a cheerleader and not elaborate. Please oh my god. Mickey probably talks shit about cheerleading being dumb but he's always watching Ian's routines. He makes some offhand comment about "couldn't pick me up like that" and Ian just grins and uses brute force to haul mickey up off his feet and mickey gets all hot and bothered by the manhandling and Ian gets all hot and bothered by the feeling of having mickey soft and squishy and squirming in his arms.

Not me picturing Ian like this and making "important contributions" to the captain every day.

Oh my God the thought of a cute soft doughy stocky Mickey pulling the equivalent of the "we should compare hand sizes" gambit is soooo cute. Ian's no slouch and he could absolutely lift the little chunk no problem, but to feel him so warm and soft and squirmy in his arms...🤤🤤 he's definitely daydreamed about Mickey pinning him down under him, watching him compete at wrestling meets and just going absolutely braindead watching Mickey dominate on the mat, so much power and sheer size.

Ok and this may not be for everyone but like, I want Mickey to like have been told by his coach to try to go up a weight class, cause he could do some real damage against the bigger guys at rival schools and Ian trying not to vibrate out of his skin at the prospect of actively helping (and feeling) Mickey bulk up 🤤🤤🤤 I'm salivating. It helps to be going steady with the guy at the soda fountain/diner. 😈

#misha speaks #gallavich #chubby kink #chubby mickey milkovich #chaser ian gallagher #gallavich au #50s au

[vaguekiwi]

It's your turn for the 50s au!! Until I found you by Stephen Sanchez (the vibes of this song 😭)

Georgia, wrap me up in all your- I want you in my arms Oh, let me hold you I'll never let you go again like I did Oh, I used to say

"I would never fall in love again until I found her" I said, "I would never fall unless it's you I fall into" I was lost within the darkness, but then I found her I found you

Georgia, pulled me in I asked to love her once again You fell, I caught you I'll never let you go again like I did

Oh, I used to say "I would never fall in love again until I found her" I said, "I would never fall unless it's you I fall into" I was lost within the darkness, but then I found her I found you

Until I Found You

(Read on Ao3)

They drank stovetop coffee as evening twisted into night.

Their days were languid now, stretching west from Michigan to California and then around southeast again.

The raid happened in the fuzzy green lines between Georgia and North Carolina, in a basement that smelt of old ale and ripe beets. Dim lights promised anonymity, at least at first, and Tony’s lips were gentle on Peter’s collarbone, hands supple on his waist.

Then shouting. Then screaming. Then shoving.

Then blinding lights and police gear and a shot went off. The crowd scattered. Tony grabbed Peter’s arm and shoved him down, voice harsher than Peter had ever heard.

“Stay down there!”

“Ton-“

“Shut up!”

The words were cruel but the intention was one of defence. Protection. Some way to hold onto beautiful moments stolen in darkness.

Peter tried to stand. Tried to catch Tony’s arm before it was snatched away. Tried to cry out for him to stay. But something struck him and he fell again, panicked and dizzy. He heard metal clicking and gruff voices, and ashamed as he would later be to admit it, he huddled amidst the wreckage of the club. Wrapped his arms around his knees and waited, listened.

The police sounded like the brothers. Peter’s ears rang with unpleasant nostalgia, and he hid there until the commotion had died down. Until the grunts and swears and slurs had left them far behind. Until only dust motes hung suspended in the garish air of the cellar.

He fell asleep there, wedged in a tight space in a Georgia cellar, nerves cooking his veins from the inside out. Not even the stovetop coffee helped ward off the exhaustion that eventually collapsed over him.

—

He woke confused. Not seated but stretched out. Not cold but warm. Not in the deep light of night but in the grey glow of waking hours.

“Awake, then?”

A gruff voice. Not the police nor the brothers — and what a foolish fear, that it would ever be the brothers, so many miles away and no doubt not even caring for their fate. Peter opened his eyes and found he was lying down.

He recognised the bartender from last night. Enormous and blonde, hair grown long down to his shoulders. He surveyed Peter with a grim interest, as if not pleased he was there but happy enough that he had woken up.

“Best move on as soon as you can, son.”

Peter sat up. The cellar looked different in the light of day. The edges were less fuzzy and the wood was light instead of dark, hazelnut and sepia instead of mahogany.

“The man-“ Peter’s voice tapered off, vocal cords raw against his throat. He paused.

“The man I was with-“

“Long gone, now.” The bartender shrugged and resumed his self-appointed task to clean the broken glass from the raid. “They’ll have taken the boys they rounded up down to Atlanta.”

“Atlanta!”

Perhaps that shouldn’t have come as such a surprise to Peter, but Atlanta felt so far from the edge of the state where they currently cowered. Traversing deeper into Georgia had never been the plan, but if that’s where Tony was, if that’s where he’d been stolen away to…

“Coffee?” The man asked, and it brought a sour taste to Peter’s mouth. Still able to taste their brew from last night. He shook his head.

“Best move on then, son.”

“But my friend—“

He snorted, “Find a new one.”

Peter shook his head and finally summoned the courage to stand. There was no find a new one. No cut your losses. No moving on.

“I’m going to Atlanta,” He said, though it came out as more of a cough as he stumbled his way to the door.

The man didn’t answer, and Peter made his way outside with lurching lopes. He emerged to empty fields and a sun too bright in Tony’s absence.

Atlanta.

How was he possibly supposed to get to Atlanta? 

The car was parked where they’d left it. An aged corvette, the sight of which sent an immediate pang to Peter’s chest. The windows were smashed and one mirror was broken off, hanging by a tenuous metal thread. A slur was painted in mud along the side of the door. Peter’s hands shook as he tore through the backseat looking for remnants of their life together.

Everything had been ransacked. Aside from a couple shirts and a bent toothbrush, there was nothing of value for Peter to hang onto. More importantly, though, there was nothing of memory. Nothing to look or smell or taste like Tony in the wake of his absence.

Of course, no car keys.

Surrounded by fields with scraggly trees stabbing the sky in the distance, Peter hesitantly started to walk. He barely took in the sun enough to know he was going in the right direction.

He found the road and struck out south, hands slotted in his pockets and head wanting sorely for a hat he didn’t have. He missed the cool air of the Rockies and the crisp snows of Michigan, the air here seemed to want to suffocate him with its heat.

The bottom of one of Peter’s shoes was wearing thin — Tony had intended to buy replacements next time they got to a city — and soon a blister had worn its way into the sole of his foot.

Peter walked on top of the pain. He thought of Tony, shackled and possibly beaten in custody in a strange city.

“I’m coming for you, Tony.” Peter whispered softly against the blanket of heat, “I’m gonna find you.”

And when he did, he would never let go again. 

#starker #50s au #tw homophobia #basil is not an absol #grace answers #songfic #the moodpboard looks normal on mobile but messed up on my desktop idk how to fix it team sorry

[the-mistress-of-time]

My 50s AU, because I can and I love the 50s aesthetic 

#50s style #50s #1950s style #50s au #50s aesthetic #50s art #illustration #original character #digital painting

[noodledoesntknow]

Goys and birls, the next chapter is up!

Second chapter of the 50s au is out now! go check it out!

#dream smp #dsmp fic #sbi fanfic #tntduo #slow burn #wilbur soot #quackity #50s au #you'll love it i promise #sleepy bois inc