#or if hes more into midwest emo...

[wisdomshoes]

chasing away the post-concert depression by covering the songs they played with your sister when your parents aren't home. noelle is singing into a hairbrush. oh my fucking god i forgot her fucking guitar strap i am not opening krita again for that i meant for the angle to look like a computer camera recording, i'd say it ended up pretty well, even if dess kind of ended up looking like a squirrel. feels good to get back into drawing a little bit and all it took to get me back into it was a little indulgence of my insanity.

and so the mcr deltarune theory continues. and boy do i have some new stuff to share. so the obvious one is that noelle is into dark make-up, which confirms everything, but the less obvious... hehe... lets just say...

dess literally fucking has the black parade jacket IN HER CLOSET. AND ITS PROBABLY THE OFFICIAL ONE THEY SOLD SINCE SHE'S RICH AS FUCK!!!!!! literally caught in 4k. if this was court, i just slam dunked. oh and also yknow

just gerard's new jacket hanging here.

nothing to get excited over anything also there's mikey in the coner.

so now that youve been presented with concrete photographic evidence, i will update you on the facts of the matter now:

dess was definitely a massive my chem fan from the start and got kris to learn the black parade songs on the piano so they could cover it when they'd be over and in the same move dess taught kris guitar which would explain why kris can just play crazy solos. and also thats how kris got roped into the whole having good taste (listening to mcr) thing. -AND that's how noelle first recognized how good the music on that album really is. she's heard dess listening to my chemical romance, but she never really absorbed it the way she did when she was laying on that couch listening to them play in the kitchen, a whole concert just for her.

the black parade tee noelle wears as pajamas was a gift from dess, which she probably bought at one of the concerts she'd have to sneak out to get to (and eventually took noelle to after she got the taste for it)

noelle has a crush on frank (because she has a type) and dess has a crush on ray (because one he's a guitar god she can aspire to become AND TWO she has a type; ray is a golden retriever type, ray of sunshine, always positive and nice, just a perfect Boy!... almost like... another person in her life... a character that just so happens to be her age... and matches that description... and just so happens to be implied to have slept with her OR AT LEAST IN HER ROOM (not here to make assumptions wink wink), because his sweater is literally hanging in her closet to this day................and she has his retainers which you ideally take out when makin out............... well im not gonna spell it out for you. actually i will, it starts with an a and ends with a sriel)

dess' favorite album is the black parade cuz of the solos, but she's a slight elitist in the way that she thinks anyone who doesnt like their bullets album is either stupid or a poser. (and she's right IM JUST SAYIN)

[gerardwaygirlmoments]

Headcanon: Will Byers grows up to be the frontman for an emo band known as The Wise

[bratzboykai]

Wait what’s the shoegaze 24 year old named? He sounds like a fucker I knew when I worked in Wicker park

I'm gonna piss if you legitimately know the dude I'm talking about LOL but his name was Eddy Gonzales.

Now looking back remembering that I was like a hs senior when we became friends and he was like almost into his mid twenties and kept insisting on calling me "kid", even after i was like 20/21, whilst being very obviously into me absolutely makes sense now why I always found it so uncomfortable 😬😬

[14dayswithyou]

Please give [Redacted] a kiss for me!:D

I have some questions about him..

-Would [Redacted] like receiving flowers from angel? And which one his favorite?

-If him and Angel had a child, how would he name them?

-If Angel was autistic with a huge special interest in animals, especially sheep (They are perfect, I love them so much) Would he be willing to live on a farm with or something with Angel, If that made them happy?

-Can i talk with him about sheeps all day? They're my favorite animals! I Just love them sooo much!

(Sorry.. My english is not very good.. I'm from Brasil, so i actually speak portuguese -- But I'm trying to learn english!)

✦゜ANSWERED: Your English is perfectly fine ^^ Thanks for sending in your questions!!

[REDACTED] would love anything if it came from Angel! I don't think they have a favourite flower, but if Angel were to gift them a lotus flower, he'd probably cry /pos

If Ren had a child, he'd also want Angel to name them. Anything they pick would be perfect in his eyes.

Ren would be more than willing to buy a large area of land and let Angel raise sheep there! He'd also happily live on a farm with them if that was something they wanted. Weirdly enough, [REDACTED] gives me midwest emo vibes lol

You could infodump on Ren for four hours and he'd give you his full undivided attention. He also takes your interests very seriously, so if you leave him alone for five minutes, best believe he's spending that time searching up everything he can about sheep in order to match your level of interest (...and give you someone to talk to about sheep!).

[noctiva]

I’m back!! I’m super curious do you have a list of general Toby Headcanons posted anywhere or am I just entirely blind? Lmao I’m super curious what your HCs for the man are like.

- 🐼

you’re not blind!! I’ve been meaning to post a general hc list for AGESSSSS you just gave me to push to do it hehe here it is!

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Toby Rogers - General Headcanons

CW for: mentions of violence, cannibalism, self-destructive tendencies

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Visual/Appearance

Toby is a tall, lanky mf. Standing at about 6’1 but appears shorter because he’s got horrible posture.

The CEO of having a sleeper build tbh. He looks skinny, especially under all the layers of sweaters and jackets he likes to wear, but don’t let that fool you. He’s scary strong, with a mean right hook.

Mousy brown hair that’s long enough to cover his ears. Shaggy, choppy, and uneven because he cuts it himself.

Has a ton of freckles that show best when he’s gotten some sun

Crooked, chipped teeth from one too many blows to the face, with uncannily sharp canines.

Dark, dark brown eyes with even darker circles under them.

Wardrobe

The midwest emo type

Flannels, ripped baggy jeans, jackets with patches that he sewed on himself

Either wearing a beat up pair of sneakers or more sturdy hunting boots when he’s out on a mission

Wears a ton of layers (as mentioned before) because he always feels cold even if it’s warm outside

I’m talking like; a t-shirt, under a hoodie, with a flannel over top, topped with a big comfy jacket

Personality

Sarcastic motherfucker. Even in times that definitely don’t warrant it al all.

Pretty scarred mentally from being bullied ruthlessly as a kid, so he’s actually really closed off. Pretty reluctant to get close to or open up to people because he’s convinced he’ll just end up being the butt of the joke again.

HATES being around aggressive, violent men. Reminds him too much of his father, and he’ll genuinely just freeze up completely as a trauma response.

Same goes for people who drink. He can’t stand that shit either. (He will smoke weed though, but alcohol is a complete no go).

Absolute jokester once you actually do get him to open up. Pretty carefree and funny, despite it all.

Chronically bottles up his emotions. Would much rather just slap on a smile and push everything down than actually confront them. (Leads to pretty nasty breakdowns more often than not.)

Shit disturber. Will stir drama and start fights just because he’s bored.

Swears like a sailor.

General

Chronic nail biter and skin picker. It’s partially an oral fixation type thing so if it’s not his fingers in his mouth it’s a toothpick, or gum, or the drawstrings of his sweater orrrr…

…A cigarette. Because this man smokes like a chimney. Tim isn���t fully to blame for why he got into it, but he is the one Toby stole smokes from when he first got the urge to try it.

Now it’s a constant thing. Half a pack a day on a good day. He’s always got one tucked behind his ear, and he constantly reeks of the smell of it.

Has a ton of scarring from piercings he did on himself and then decided he hated a few months later. (The only ones he kept being a septum and a pair of snakebites, but he sucks at taking care of them so they’re infected like ALL the time)

He’s flip floppy like this in a lot of aspects of his life. Constantly hyperfixating on things just to decide he hates them a few weeks later.

Also does stick n’ poke tattoos on himself like all the time. Dumb little chicken scratch doodles on his arms and thighs.

Loves sour candy like CRAZY.

A huge nerd deep down. Used to collect comic books and figurines when he was a kid, but lost them all when his house burnt down. (If he breaks into someone’s house and finds some nowadays he’s stealing them. IMMEDIATELY. Especially if it’s anything X-Men.)

Speaking of stealing, he’s a klepto. If he wants it, he’s just gonna take it. And lord knows the proxies don’t get paid a living wage so it’s not like he’d be able to afford it anyway.

Big forager. Likes to look for animal bones and pretty rocks while out in the woods. Cleans them and decorates the shelves of his cabin with them. Also likes to carve things as well. Making knives out of sticks and bones. Little figures that he whittles to keep his hands busy.

Is fluent in German, and slips back into it when he’s really pissed or annoyed (or when… yk..). His mother spoke it a lot at home when he was growing up.

Has cannibalistic tendencies and pretty nasty intrusive thoughts. Almost always bites a chunk out of his victims before disposing of their body. Has a hard time not getting a taste of the living people he knows.

Chews on his own skin because of this, gnawing at his palms to satiate the craving for blood.

Pyromaniac (duh) always has a lighter or matches on him. Sets fires just for fun, and could sit and stare into the flames for hours on end.

He hates his tics :( It’s deep seated trauma from the kids at school and shit his dad used to say to him. To the point where he’s grown a habit of hitting himself whenever he does tic, like if he punishes himself for doing it, maybe one day his body will stop (it hasn’t)

Verbal and physical tics. Often mimicry of words and sounds he hears often (common ones include whistles that mimic bird calls)

Low-key a sadist. Because he can’t feel pain himself, watching people react to being in pain is morbidly fascinating to him. Really takes his time with his victims because of it.

Virgin teenage boy levels of hormones LMAOOO. The type to have a bikini model poster plastered on his bedroom wall.

Sucks at talking to girls irl though. Puts on a way too confident facade and makes a total fool of himself more often than not.

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yaaaay! I’ve been meaning to post this for ages

let me know if you guys want relationship hcs too (sfw + nsfw)!

[vanyatas]

TICCI TOBY HCS

GENERAL HCS:

Midwest emo.

But in a more silly way if you feel me chat

6’0.

Very sweet, He’s still a bit younger than the rest of the creeps so i still feel like he has a bit of joy and whimsy

Gash on his cheek from chewing through it.

Cannibalistic tendencies.

Soft, brown, messy hair, goes down to his neck but keeps it medium length on the top.

Operator mark on his ribs.

Car seat headrest(LMFAOOO), Angels and Airwaves, Weezer, Ptv, Modern Baseball, American Football, Sorority Noise, Origami Angel, Title Fight, Mom Jeans, No Pressure enjoyer.

Chews on his hands and finger tips

Wears leather gloves to avoid this

Def has BPD

Even if he’s sweet, because he has this ^ his mood can be set off immediately.

Piercings. Double eyebrow and a septum, ears as well.

Gets them done to see if he likes them, Will probably take them out a second later if he thinks it doesn’t look right.

BROWN EYESSS PLSS DO YALL FEEL ME!! I see him having very dark brown ones.

Skinnier, But by god does he have muscles regardless!! nothing too toned, but he’s definitely built from well. being a killer and having to chase and do crazy shit.

Stutters yes.

Autistic, PTSD, Tourette’s, Tics, CIPA, and Schizophrenia!! Keeping it 90% og still.

Also attention starved, It gets to him severely that Masky is The Operators favorite.

They’re still friends. Along with Jeff, EJ, BEN and Hoodie.

Hoodie and him don’t talk a lot.

ROMANTIC HCS:

A little awkward.

After all Clockwork was his first girlfriend.

They ended on good terms but I digress.

Even if he’s anxious and awkward, He is trying his best to try to flirt and show he likes you.

It might fail 50% of the time and he just apologizes and fast walks away to scream at himself for fucking it up.

Mid-Dating he might be a little fucking scared to even kiss you.

Will look at u with his autistic eyes until he either just walk away with a hot face or if you take the initiative to kiss him first.

Probably feel melt and blow up if you kiss him without him asking or staring.

Any compliments will make him stim I’d like to think.

Get excited to tell you about anything.

If you reciprocate, a burst of ‘i love you so much’ and more rants about the things he likes.

Once he’s settled in enough he will be at your door every night to sleep with you.

Cuddles omg, the amount of physical affection you will receive once he’s comfortable enough is crazy.

Plays with your hair, scratches at your scalp.

MAKES A MIXTAPE FOR YOU.

He would love to do the trend where you buy nail polish of each others eye color n paint it on your nails, or buy gemstones to make bracelets.

Might carve your initials into the wood of his hatchets when you guys are together for while.

Cups your face before he kisses you.

WILL burrow his face into any part of you.

Show him new music and he will listen to it everyday to memorize it for you.

can i go to ellie and mason. HOUSE 💜

also it might be obvious i have a favorite.. 100% listened to don’t you dare forget the sun writing this.

HUGEEE creds to bae (/plat) @kumcore !!

[gyutarling]

WRAPPED ᯤ

your boyfriend of 2 years, choi beomgyu, dumps you out of nowhere! oh, and did i forget to mention that he's also a rising indie musician? now you're left with a broken heart, and a spotify streaming history full of his songs. this year's spotify wrapped should be interesting...

♯ — beomgyu x gn!reader ⋆ fluff ⋆ crack ⋆ angst ⋆ non-idol au ⋆ social media au ⋆ exes to lovers ⋆ inspired by this tiktok

warnings! — profanity, self-deprecating humour, kys/kms jokes, dirty jokes, specific warnings tba for each chapter

status — started 09/12/23, possibly irregular updates. send an ask to be added to the taglist ^^

featuring : MIDwest emos ⋆ male manipulators

PLAYLIST ᯤ

one — spotify wrapped release (suicide postponed!!)

two — suicide postponed BACK ON!!!!!

three — elliott smith?? like from the smiths????

more tba!

[petpenname]

Heartache

pairing: Ellie Williams [brother's best friend] x fem reader c.w. : smoking summary: you have had your eyes on your brother's best friend and band member forever, but you'd never think she would actually talk to you? a/n: this was a submission + I'll make more parts if it gets a good response!

The air in your room hangs heavy with humidity. A slight breeze from your open window blows through, fluttering your various posters and decor hanging on your walls. And over you, sprawled across your bed, flipping through social media, you were honestly bored out of your mind. Three weeks into summer and your closest friend was away for vacation, leaving you alone… and bored.

Cycling through your socials again you get fed up with the lack of entertainment and toss your phone on the floor with an exacerbated sigh. You lay on your bed, wondering what you should do to fill the void of dopamine when the sound of music begins to fill the house. A mixture of rock, indie, and midwest emo songs rang out from your garage, conveniently positioned directly under your room. 

Your brother's band got around to practicing, you assumed. You didn’t even realize your brother was home, he had gone out earlier this morning after your parents left for work. The music got louder and you suddenly had an idea of what you wanted to do, and it wasn't staying here and listening to your brother's shitty garage band. You gather your sketchbook, some pens, headphones, and a few other things into a bag, throw on a hoodie and a pair of shoes and head downstairs. You were headed to a river spot in the woods near your house. It was a commonly frequented spot by you, and your friends but not known to many. Perfect for a little seclusion and wading in cool water. 

You walk down stairs and almost instantly are hit with the strong earthy smell of smoke. You linger for a second and decide that your trip would be improved with a joint, hoping your brother would front you something, you enter the loud garage. 

Your brother and his band mates, all two of them, were unaware of your entrance. They were playing as loud as possible (maybe not as well as possible) but they were producing sound! Your brother slamming away on the drums while the guitarist, and bassist/singer were in their own worlds. 

“Hey!” you yell over the trio.

“HEY KAI!” You shout once more at your brother. Who, without skipping a beat or stopping, yells back.

“WHAT DO YOU WANT?” 

This got the attention of the other two band members who did stop upon seeing you standing there, amps silencing to white noise feedback. 

“Can I get a joint?” you ask.

“You got money for a joint?” Kai laughs.

“Can you just front me one?” you reply back flatly

“Why should I?” 

“If you give me one I wont tell mom you were smoking in the house again.” You counter. 

“It’s the garage so technically not the house and whatever you know they wont do anything”

“She can have one of mine?” a voice sparks up behind Kai, drawing your attention to the guitarist. A girl named Ellie. She and Kai had been longtime friends and bandmates. You barely knew anything about her other than she was in Kai’s grade, one above yours, but you knew her. You knew her eye color, her favorite flannel she wore a little too often. You knew she got a new guitar last year, and a fresh tattoo this year that shined under the garage light as she held up a joint in your direction.  

You also knew that this was one of the only times she had ever spoken to you. Not like you were around each other often but you almost felt like she would try to avoid you when she was over. Shocked, but with adrenaline pumping you took your chance, walking over to Ellie. She still had her guitar hanging around her, flannel sleeves rolled up, her hair was a bit disheveled from playing, strands falling out of her half up hair do.

She hands you the joint with a sideways smile, and her eyes glint a bit.

“Thanks, you’re so much nicer than my brother” you scoff, giving her a smile back. You turn to leave, flipping off Kai as you bound out the door, leaving the band members commotion in the garage. Not seeing Kai chuck a drumstick at Ellie who dodges it with a laugh. 

The success of getting a joint over shined the butterflies fluttering in your stomach from that look she gave you. The sun hit your face as you got outside and you were only looking forward to your solo date in the forest.

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The sun was setting slowly, but from where you were in the woods shade had taken over your spot. You had smoked, worked on your art, and walked along the water looking for rocks. Hanging out in the forest for a few hours always rejuvenated you in a way you couldn’t explain. But you started to get cold and decided now was a good time to head home. While packing up you realized you had pretty bad cotton mouth from the joint, so you planned to stop by the corner store. 

It wasn’t a long walk but by the time you got to the corner store it was dusk. Street lights started sparking up like stars in the night sky. You opened the glass door and walked in, perusing the aisles for any snack or drink that could satiate your munchies. You were contemplating between an iced tea or a soda when the doorbell rang as someone walked in the store. You barely noticed the bell, or the girl walking up behind you until she spoke.

“Did you enjoy your smoke?” 

You jump, previously lost in your thoughts, you turn around to see Ellie standing there. She was wearing a hoodie now, her guitar in its case strapped to her back.

“Oh my god you scared me!” you say, almost dropping the bottles in your hands.

“Sorry! Didn't mean to!” Ellie laughs, moving around you to open the fridge door next to you and grab a coke. “Funny running into you here” she says, a little awkward you note.

“I mean my house is only a few blocks away,” you laugh. 

“Mm ya i guess so, you getting both of those?” Ellie looks down at the bottles in your hand.

“Oh um, I'm getting this one.” you hold up the iced tea & go to put back the soda. Before you could think Ellie takes the iced tea from your hand and starts walking towards the front of the store.

“Hey wait!” you look at her confused.

“Oh do you want something else princess?” Ellie turns back to look at you with a smirk.

Sparks ignite in your stomach, confused but now flustered, your mind swirling. You finally get a word out, “no, just that” and Ellie turns back to walk towards the cash register. 

You follow her, not really knowing what to do or how to act. Ellie and you had barely spoken to each other before this. And now she's acting so casually around you, and what did she call you? Everything happened so fast you barely caught it but reflecting back now, did she call you princess?

Ellie pays for the two drinks and you walk out together, taking your ice tea from her once outside. 

“Thank you, you didn't have to do that” you say, unscrewing the top and taking a refreshing sip.

“Don't mention it” Ellie says, “So are you going back home now?”

“Mhm yeah, what about you?”

“Yeah I was, but it's getting dark now, i’ll walk you back home first” Ellie says with a smile. 

“Who said chivalry was dead” you joke, it was a nice gesture, as much as you were confused by Ellie’s sudden intentions you couldn’t help but feel a type of way when she looked at you. Her green eyes danced over your face like she was memorizing your features. You wondered if she always looked at you this way?

She had. Ellie for the past few years had been keeping such a distance from you because when you were around she felt her whole body tense up. She felt like she was on fire if you looked in her direction. And god help her if she tried to speak around you, she ended up tripping over her words and losing her train of thought. Truthfully, she didn't know what magical queer fairy blessed her with the confidence to talk to you today. But she had taken in a chance earlier in the garage, and when she saw you in the store she knew it wasn't a coincidence. 

The walk back to your house was short, only a few blocks. You and Ellie joke together and talk about summer plans in the meantime. Both of you slightly high still, making your balance shifty, occasionally you would brush shoulders, sending sparks down each other's spines. 

When you get to your house you stop at the walk way, a little awkwardly since you knew Ellie had been in your house before. 

“Thanks for walking me home! And buying me this, um and the joint '' you say, taking in all of Ellie’s courtesy today, a little unsure what to do with yourself.

“Any time!” Ellie says with a smile, she fidgets where she stands for a second before reaching her hand up to your face. She tucks a small strand of hair behind your ear, without breaking eye contact.

“Have a good night y/n” and with that she turns around and walks away, putting up her hood. 

She left you solidified on the sidewalk, body unmoving but nerves on fire with a simple touch. You float for the next hour or so, barely registering going into your house and up to your room. Trying to make sense of what had just happened, and why now? And why so suddenly?

Later that night you receive a notification on Instagram

* @www.ellie followed you *

[crimsonclergy]

midwest emo raindrop where rain is doodling on dew’s dusty chucks with the half dead sharpie he keeps in his pocket (and has accidentally washed more than once, oops) dew’s foot resting in rain’s lap, rain’s long fingers wrapped around his ankle and dew can feel the heat of his palm even through the canvas of his high tops and the tip of rain’s thumb is sliding up the leg of dew’s jeans and if dew was more confident he would slide his heel a little closer to rain’s crotch but he’s not so he doesn’t and is actually staying as still as possible paralyzed with fear and this is foreplay for them btw

[moriitis]

What if...

Toby lived a normal life? HEADCANONS.

For starters, he'd still suffer with Tourette's and CIPA. I'd like to think Schizophrenia is still there too, but he's on meds for that now.

His sisters survives the car accident, taking a couple of years to recover properly.

His dad goes to prison for abuse and neglect, therefor not being part of Toby or Lyra's life. Toby absolutely goes no contact with him, even going as far as wanting a restraining order against him. Lyra is still torn on it, however Toby always tries to get her to do the same just for her safety.

His mom loses custody of them and Toby ends up in a foster home as his mom is deemed mentally unfit to look after him.

However, she works on herself and her trauma and attends therapy.

His foster parents also pay for his own therapy sessions to help cope with the abuse.

When he turns sixteen, he's allowed to see his mom on the weekends.

He also gets a job!

Only in fast-food, like Mcdonalds or Wendys or something.

He saves up to buy himself a crappy car and gets his licence.

Always makes time to see Lyra at her own apartment.

When he turns eighteen and leaves foster care, he gets his own apartment.

Turns his focus to music, probably a guitarist or drummer.

Always attends concerts.

He'd avoid alcohol but would smoke weed probably every couple days.

Would generally just be a pretty nice guy, more open and accepting.

Super kind too, just because he knows what its like to go through some shit.

Would be a midwest emo guy FOR SURE.

He'd always be up to drop you off if you needed a ride.

Would 100% be the guy who waits for you to get inside before he drives off

REALLY funny too

For example working with him would be like the best

He'd be annoying though but that's the way he flirts

Like throwing lettuce at you or putting ice down your shirt

Would be a really soft guy though

[despazito]

The planet of the bass guy's screamo parody is spot on musically but I do have a bone to pick with his character. He calls himself a communist. Granted I was born in '97 so perhaps I was just less involved in political spaces during peak emo but from my personal experience there really wasn't a strong socialist movement in the '00s normie emo sphere. Maybe there was in the more hardcore early emo subculture in the 90s but your average mainstream hot topic goer really wasn't engaged. I think Kyle is fusing screamo with Green Day pop punk and some more political Nu Metal attitudes.

There was nowhere near the amount of political awareness in the scene compared to its 2010s counterparts, if emo kids wanted to be socially rebellious they were more likely to declare themselves atheist or maybe Satanist and occasionally generic "anarchist" aka just wearing a pin with the anarchy symbol. Sharing a pic of two deathly pale white boys almost kissing was about the extent of teens voicing pro-LGBT sentiment in 2007. I don't think half of them even knew what a lesbian was, bisexual and pan was the most extreme label you could give yourself. Remember a significant contribution to emo and what would become scene came out of the Midwest and not hotspots for radical movements you see on the coasts, I think a lot of us were milquetoast liberals and wholeheartedly believed Obama could fix the United States (remember most of this era was also pre-2008 recession).

It wasn't uncommon for emo or scene kids to also listen to some more political stuff like American Idiot or SOAD and RATM but I'd argue most kids were engaging more with the aesthetics than any political message deeper than "bush sucks". I would argue that most Rawr XD teens were actually listening to considerably more christian bands on their ipods than bands who explicitly aligned themselves with communism.

2000s Emo and Scene was incredibly introspective, the focus was on the self and immediate relationships moreso than systemic injustices and certainly not in depth material analysis. If anything it was very individualist, lamenting that you felt othered and distant from the rest of society or something was fundamentally different about you. It wasn't at all uncommon to run into people who were deeply conceited and misanthropic in a way you'd associate with the 2010s Enlightened Atheist movement. Throw in maybe some complaining that you live in a shit town and perhaps a very vague anti-war stance and occasional concern for the Anonymous Global South or animal rights and that was about as radical as the average american emo kid got.

Anyway that's my nitpick, +100 points tho for namedropping kingdom hearts which more than makes up for this minor inaccuracy.

[e3rt]

WOOD’S BROTHER HEAD CANONS!!!!!

(Art is mineeeee)

Art is how I picture Jeff after everything vs if it never happened to begin with.

- Eastern European but raised in the South(America)

- both have southern accents with some Eastern European inflections

- Jeff was always the creepy/weird kid but was generally considered attractive and could get his hands on anything so he was able to form some “friendships” off a transactional type of dynamic.

-Liu is the older brother because I prefer it that way

- Sully is like an alter Ego that took over Liu’s life and was originally made to fill the void of his family dying

- They’re Irish twins, so the brothers grew up incredibly close

-Liu was the favourite kid, he didn’t feel it though

- it wasn’t Jeff who cut the Chelsea smile, that’s just the town mythos that surrounded the case

- raised on a farm, both have farmer muscles

- the “bullies” were actually a group of boys from town that pretended to be friends with Liu, but would subtly bully him. It slowly progressed to physical altercations and blackmail. Jeff tried to help him but because of both their bad reputations, it was ignored by the school. Jeff had to step in himself which escalated everything.

-Liu can lie his way out of everything and anything, he was a lot more unassuming but only looked good compared to Jeff’s behaviour and personality

- Jeff is 24 Liu 25

- Jeffs ear was already partially deformed from fighting, the fire caused him to lose hearing in one ear and gave him nerve damage in his face and legs.

- his hands were one of the few places mostly unharmed in the fire

- the town boys had attempted to kill the whole family by burning their house down but Jeff was the only one home at the time

- after the fire Liu was the primary caretaker of Jeff while he healed(his “duty” as the eldest). He grew somewhat resentful during the time but then harboured a debilitating guilt after seeing how Jeff was disfigured

- Jeff whenever he is within Slendermans territory can communicate with spirits, he thought Ben and Sally were hallucinations brought on by his killings at first

- Jeff was a TBI kid, fell off a fence when he was a 10 and the adults in his life described him as “going dark” from that point on.

- both Liu and Jeff did petty crime and would instigate conflict with their peers often.

-the Wood’s home life was NOOOOT good at all

- Jeff didn’t try to kill his brother but indirectly led him to being nearly killed

-Jeff is basically a zombie, he made a deal with SOMETHING while in the slender forest and has been unable to die since.

- Liu has chronic pain from being nearly killed, while Jeff remains mostly unbothered by his injuries

- bisexual Jeff the killer 💯

- internalised homophobia Jeff the killer 💯

- academically gifted but never had the opportunity to develop it homacidle Liu 💯

- Jeff is pretty fond of Nina but not in a romantic or sexual way, he also managed to get close to Toby despite the guys allusive nature

- both heavy Nu Metal, industrial and midwest emo fans

Yeah these are all the ones I can think of rn but if YOU have any ones you think of or ones you want me to expand on I’d love to hear it forrealsies. Stay disgusting! 😸

[angelvendingmachine]

“THAT FREAK IN YOUR DNI” ALTERPACK

♡ Lvl 1 ≻

NAMES : Rifle, Jackson, Jaks

AGE : 30

PRNS : He/him + That/thats, Sadist/sadistic, Creep/creeps, Fuck/fucker, Mutt/mutts

GENDER : Man/boy , predatorthing, loserboy

ORIENTATION : Bifag, NPD4NPD

SPECIES : Coyote/demon hybrid

ROLES : Coach, symptom holder, aggression holder, physical protector, pain tolerator, masking alter

SIGN OFF: 🚬,🚭, 📞

♡ Lvl 2 ≻

CISIDS: Pierced, tattoos, NPD, ASPD, BPD, Schizospec, cane-user, abvser, edgy, kleptomaniac, “that freak in your DNI”

TRANSIDS: Stalker, cyber stalker, misogynist, misandrist, 🍇ist, cannibal, schizo

MISCIDS: Perma-smoker, perma-pervert, perma-high, perma-eyebags, tris-metalhead, tris-xenosatanist, prop-AK47, prop-gun, nullchristian, nullreligion

PARAS: Faunaphilia (watching animals), ped0phillia, cosang (family), prosvolíphilia (insults), dopephilia (🍇ing a child), asphyxiaphilia (choking), krouophilia (beating someone), piquerism (piercings), hamartophilia (sinful acts), vincilagnia (bondage), trypanophilia (injections), uranophilia (heavenly thoughts)

PERSONALITY: Genuine asshole with no redeeming qualities, loves making people worse for his own entertainment

AESTHETIC: Grungepunk, Midwest emo

♡ Lvl 3 ≻

TYPING QUIRK: “I type like this.”

SPEECH: Deeper more raspy voice, uses a lot of slang and curses a lot, slight mid-western accent

MEMORIES: Remembers dating his boyfriendthing and them collectively abusing their “pet”

LIKES: Motorcycles, cars, tattoos, horror movies, snvff films, dogs

DISLIKES: “basic bitches”

[velarisdusk]

The Pros and Cons of Breathing

word count: 880 author's note: this has been sitting in my drive for SO long. probably since like right after i wrote i slept with someone in wings of illyria. ANYWAY i know yall want more az and y/n but i wanted to get to woi's roots. midwest emo. i imagined illinois. just a short lil drabble to hold us all off, hope yall like it :) ✦ . AU Masterlist . ✦ ✦ . Masterlist . ✦

The dive bar was barely clinging to its liquor license—and smelled like it. Beer-soaked wood, stale fryer grease, and someone’s peach vape lingered in the air like a bad decision. The floor stuck to their boots. Neon signs buzzed overhead like they were holding on to their last dying breath. It was barely 7 p.m., but already too hot inside, the kind of humid Midwest heat that clung to your skin like guilt. 

They were up in five. 

Cassian wiped his sweaty palms on already-faded denim. His drumsticks, balanced across his lap like twin lifelines, looked dangerously slick.

“If I drop one mid-song, I swear to god, I’ll fake a seizure and crawl offstage,” he muttered.

“You’ll be fine,” Rhysand replied without looking up, crouched beside a battered amp, coaxing a cable into the jack like it was an unruly child. He was always the picture of chill—wavy hair perfectly tousled, silver ring flashing as he moved, voice smooth as bourbon—but his jaw kept tightening. A little tic that gave him away.

“How the hell did we even get this gig again?” Cassian asked, tapping his sticks against his thigh in a jittery rhythm.

Rhys gave a shrug that was just this side of smug. “My dad knows the owner.”

“Oh right,” Azriel drawled, eyes still on the fretboard of his bass. “Did you forget you swore to wash dishes here for a month, for free?”

“That was just sweetening the deal.”

Cassian barked a quiet laugh. “You sweet-talked your way into a 7 p.m. slot in a bar that literally has a urinal trough.”

Azriel hadn’t spoken in ten minutes. He sat near the back wall on a low stool, bass in his lap, running through a tuning sequence for the third time. He plucked a low E, adjusted the tuning peg, then did it again. The bass wasn’t out of tune—hell, it hadn’t even been played yet—but his fingers wouldn’t stop twitching without something to do.

He plucked a note, frowned, adjusted the peg a hair, then started the whole process over again.

Cassian looked over, frowning. “Okay, you’ve done that so many times it’s actually starting to stress me out.”

Rhys turned toward him too, brow raised. “You good, Az?”

He gave a tight shrug, still not meeting their eyes. “Fine.”

“Liar,” Rhys replied, standing now, running a hand through his hair.

Az exhaled through his nose, fingers still moving over the tuning pegs. “It’s not the playing. Playing’s fine. It’s just—” He hesitated, then mumbled, “It’s the vocals.”

Rhys blinked. “You’ve sung in front of us and your mom.”

“Yeah,” Az muttered. “Exactly. That’s it.”

The other two looked at each other. Then at the clock. Three minutes.

Cass stood and wandered over, twirling a drumstick between his fingers. “Bro. You’re good.”

“You know you’re good,” Rhys added. “We know you’re good. Your mom knows you’re good.”

Cass leaned in, smirking. “Your mom knows I’m good—”

Az kicked him in the shin without looking.

“Ow, what the hell,” Cassian whined. “Dude. I need that leg for the kick drum.”

Rhys cracked a smile, crouching down beside Az. “We’re not asking you to go out there and be Freddie Mercury. Just be Az. You’ve gotta go out there.”

Az didn’t look at them, but his grip shifted on the bass. A breath in, a breath out.

“Yeah, no shit I’ve gotta go out there,” he said finally. “I’m not gonna run offstage crying or something. I’m just nervous. You assholes asked, so I answered. Leave me alone.”

Cass threw his hands up. “God forbid we show emotional support.”

Rhys glanced at the stage entrance, then back at them. “Alright. Focus. Setlist—first is I Swear I Meant to Call, then I Left My Apologies in Your Glovebox, then we hit the tempo shift into We Only Burn Bridges When We’re Cold Enough. We’ve got one more if they don’t cut our mics. Ready?”

They nodded. 

The speakers crackled, then screeched—mic feedback. Someone at the bar shouted “Jesus!” and got a few snorts in response.

A voice followed, fuzzy but excited. “Alright, folks, we’ve got an up-and-coming local band with us tonight—first time on our stage, but I’ve heard they know how to tear it up. Give it up for Wings of Illyria!”

Scattered applause. A whoop from somewhere in the back. Someone clinked a beer bottle on the edge of their table.

No backing out now—they stepped into the light.

Cass took his place at the kit, bouncing on his heels once before sitting. Az adjusted his strap, tested his pedal, eyes down but steady. His palms were dry but his grip kept shifting—like his body knew he was supposed to be sweating. A bead of sweat slipped down Rhys’ spine as he stepped up to the mic. He didn’t wipe it. He couldn’t. That would show nerves. 

Instead, he wrapped his fingers around the mic like it owed him money, and flashed that easy, practiced smile.

“I’m your guitar and lead vocals, Rhysand,” he said. His voice carried more confidence than the whole room combined. “That’s Azriel on bass. Cassian’s on drums.”

He grinned wider. “We are Wings of Illyria.”

Cass shouted from the back, already counting them in. “Two, three, four!”

And they launched.

[fictionandfixation]

Older Bachelor headcanons!

Older Bachelor stardew headcanons because I’ve been playing lots recently! All sfw, some mentions of smoking/alcohol 💕 also please bear in mind I am no SDV expert, so sorry if these go against canon occasionally!

Edit: I have now written fic with this in mind. Feast thy eyes: here

Harvey ☕️🔬📚

• Secret smoking habit that he would rather die than tell anyone about. Not often, but during flu season when he’s stressed, you can find him cooped up in his room with an imported cigar or a Marlboro Gold, an espresso and an Agatha Christie.

• Plays classic soul, funk, golden oldies and jazz in the foyer of the clinic on an old-timey record player, and chooses every day from his large record collection. Frequently irritates Maru with the extent of his Doris Day enjoyment.

• Kind of wide-set - very broad shoulders, and quite tall.

• Packets of salted peanuts and cookies on the clinic foyer desk which he restocks every week.

• Goes to fetch you personally from the mines or Skull Cavern sometimes when you get knocked out. And he also keeps a vintage forest green car behind the clinic to pick you up in. He hopes one day you’ll wake up on the way back and compliment his tasteful vehicle choice or notice he’s bringing you home. You don’t.

• Best friends with Evelyn. Worst enemies with George.

• Tennis player. Plays with whoever will say yes in the mountains and always manages to punt the ball into the lake somehow. Also used to be in a rock climbing club or rowing team in med school, and has sort of sinewy, strong forearms as a result.

• Outrageous flirt after a few glasses of Pinot Noir, mostly because I think he’s on the spectrum but also because I think it would help him stop being quite so nervous.

• Brown suspenders. Every. Single. Day.

• Gives Jas and Vincent candy after their checkup.

• “Sweetheart/honey” as a nickname for you.

Elliott 📜🖋️🐚

• Striped. Matching. Pajamas.

• Finds, forages and cooks mussels when he needs to impress someone. And on that note, very much a French cuisine enjoyer.

• If blue cheese has no fans Elliott is dead.

• Rizz master. Silver tongue. Read so much romance when he was a teenager that it has actively become a part of his personality to be a book boyfriend.

• Very willowy and slender. Metabolism of the gods. Puts away food like it’s nobody’s business.

• Can read several languages, but just can’t master an accent so never uses them in a spoken context. Definitely a student of Latin.

• English accent headcanon! Probably spent the first couple of decades of his life in somewhere high-income like Warwickshire, or (more likely) Cornwall or Exeter, on or near the coast. I am also envisioning him as having been to an old collegiate university like Durham, or maybe a college at Oxford (Merton I reckon).

• Writes and then burns poems about everyone he’s ever been in love with. Starts keeping them when he meets you.

• Chats fashion history with Emily and Haley.

• Religious about his collection of cravat-style ties because he’s seen the Colin Firth Pride and Prejudice a few too many times.

• Frequent book club gatherings with Caroline, Marnie, Robin and Jodi (mostly because mothers love him, the main selling point here being that he has definitely read at least one Jodi Picoult book. He does not remember anything about it, he’s just glad to be invited).

“Dearest/my love” as a pet name.

Shane 🍺🍕🐓

• Snores. Very quiet about it though.

• I know a lot of people HC Harvey as oldest but I reckon it’s Shane. He also acts the most like a bitter old man whereas I feel Harvey is just ‘mature’.

• Could be convinced to grow a beard. Maybe.

• Goes for a jog three times a week. Hates it. Refuses to stop and really isn’t even sure why he does it himself any more.

• Secret Lana Del Rey enjoyer. Mainly a fan of Midwest emo, classic rock, nu metal and sometimes country but the kind of country where they sing about killing people and getting away with it.

• Raised by heavily Christian parents in the Deep South. Yes this is a Southern accent headcanon. Yeehaw.

• Lets Jas put eyeshadow on him sometimes. Shaves properly only when she wants to put makeup on him.

• Craft beer’s number one opp. Wants an ice cold tap Budweiser only, and if there isn’t enough head on it he will be asking for a refund. Not that Gus would ever do that to him.

• Has muscle with padding. Very strong, very wide in stature, but not lean at all. Biceps wider than your neck that you could (and would) use as pillows.

• Makes the most insane hangover breakfast known to man. Bacon. Pancakes. Sausage. Home fries. Butter. Syrup. You’re putting on a bit of healthy relationship weight for sure with Shane as your partner.

• “Darlin’/baby” user. “Sweet cheeks” as a joke. Kind of a joke.

Hope you guys enjoyed these!! I am down irretrievable for Older Bachelor content because I love ✨older men✨

Please let me know if you’d like some more for these characters or the other bachelors and bachelorettes!

[kalied0skull]

thinking about modern au curtis gang constantly going:

"REEEEEEFFFF!!! DOOOO SOMETHINGGGGGGG!!!!" in the most deranged screams imaginable

modern au ponyboy who does the hurricane trend when there's a tornado outside and he just so happens to have a hamilton costume (could not tell me otherwise)

modern au dallas, soda and johnny who wail over Mom Jeans and other midwest emo bands n darry just tells them to turn that shit off because it's making them cry hysterically

modern au steve johnny and twobit who are WEEEEEEBBBSSS they're fucking WEEBS (soda probably too but i see him as more of an adult cartoon fan)

modern au darry who absolutely eats the Get Up Offa That Thing dance trend that's spinning around on tt rightnow

modern au twobit who does random fucking "it took 12 hours but i finished this food for you" posts and it's always ... terrifying

speaking of modern au twobit, you can't tell me that guy doesn't spam his snap story with the most random shit — he's absolutely telling people to check out his left pinky after it got slammed through a door, posting selfies in places you never knew existed in tulsa, doing random little rants, the whole lot

modern au sodapop curtis who lives for 2000s girl swagger — avril lavigne, ayesha erotica, britney spears, kesha, missy elliot, gwen stefani, pink, eve, RIHANNA — he's a girls girl for music

twobit, dallas and johnny who make the most god awful gay jokes imaginable – they're unfortunately doomed with the WORST middle schooler humor of talking about dick n balls and god knows what else

modern dallas is an avid user of the word freaky — in a "naw, that's some FREAKY shit right there" way not in a "I'm such a freak 😝" way , nono that's twobit

you'd be damn surprised to find out modern au dallas is a theatre kid, but in my heart... it was johnny who damned him with it after showing the guy a musical one day and he never recovered

modern ponyboy who has constant spongebob vocal stims and primarily only spongebob

and then there's soda who's vocal stims primarily consist of roblox audios and random sound bites

and johnny who started meowing one day and everyone just picked up on it – and everyone hates it when he'll break silence with a "meoow.." and everyone else starts meowing

i dunno I'm just thinking about them a lot today apparently