Fun fact! Neither of them own this car

Refs: Diner, car

i found this palette and used its colors for a pic. Inspired from this as well

there’s that post that goes something among the lines of ‘AUs are like ‘no matter the universe, i’ll always love you’. i live by these words

Wanted to do something in the same spirit as this previous pic, and wanted to try doing a bg with a limited palette; and as an extra challenge, not use gradients. Featuring this palette and reference 1 and 2

bike story

RETURN of trans cowboys

Insp

what the title says but there’s no title. Gaylloween 3 but 50s

im thinking of my 50s au again and thought of something

Blue has what he calls 'a side-gig' and barely mentions- because it's deeply embarrassing to him. But. He makes money by painting posts/greeting cards with cute animals on them like this

if spamt found out Blue would explode /negative bc he wants to appears as masculine as possible to everyone, but especially to spamt.

while i was doing research, i saw this image and immediately thought ‘a trans man should wear this’

Needed a ref for his bike for a pic so here it is. he customized it himself, but still has to use long sticks to reach the pedals

The AU behind this pic and the first and last wip in this; ignore how the designs are different, this is what i get for going with the flow (i will continue to do so and ignore consequences). In this AU the Light and Dark worlds are one and the same. Also Blue and Spam are both in their 20s, unlike my regular stuff where they’re middle aged. i have zero ability to be coherent today but i will try to explain stuff below, bear with me. Tw for implied verbal abuse+emotional manipulation at the 3rd paragraph and first half of the 4th

Spam’s from New Jersey and he owns his own car brand, Big Shot Autos. Despite being a car salesman, he has a big, custom-made bike (i will draw it soon) that he uses to travel and picks up friends while he’s at it. So far he has Ray, a yellow addison from Manhattan and two pink adison siblings from Chicago, Pink and Punch. They have another sibling but he stayed in behind to take care of their eldery grandmother, who really liked Spam and made him a custom appliqué for his jacket- he’s very proud of it but doesn’t want anyone to know he didn’t make it himself. Spam says he’s travelling to spread his brand all over the country, but he seems to not want to go back home. Probably because he doesn’t have one anymore, but only his... OTHER friends know this- Gaster and Mike. Gaster is a nerdy science professor who is very interested in Spam’s cars and their designs- while Mike is a gameshow host with a sadistic streak. Gaster was the one to contact Spam in early 1952- (even though the latter had very little sales and just left his state for the first time as Gaster called), and give him a chance to be a big shot. The price? Spam has to come see Gaster and his friend Mike in California- while Spam gets there, Gaster promises to have his... Contacts make Spam’s brand successful, to cover the cost of his journey. Spam took the offer without hesitation, and, with his only real possession- his bike, he started on his journey and went from a nobody to a big shot, and progressively changed his style into one of a greaser. It’s a façade though, who wears off when he’s excitedly talking about cars or if someone gives him affection. His friends did notice that detail but do not seem to mind- they assume Spam used to have no confidence before he became a big shot+greaser, and that glimpses of his old self can sometimes be seen; which is... Actually the truth, but he doesn’t want anyone to know that. All throughout his journey, Spam uses any phone he can get his hands on to call Gaster or Mike, and make sure the deal is still on and his brand still gets success and sales as he travels.

Blue, like Spam, left his home state to go to another- except in his case, Blue just went from California to Utah and found a very moderate success compared to Spam’s. In fact, one could say Blue is successful at all, but he DOES own his own diner, which wasn’t an easy business to start and hints at years of hard work- that Blue prefers not to talk about. Not because they were bad experiences, but because he feels like he’s climbing steps toward a goal, and that talking about previous steps is a waste of time. He lives in a small community where everyone knows everyone, and is on good terms with a good amount of people despite his introversion and apparent unwillingness to talk about himself or his past. Not much people are aware of Blue’s change in attitude between his work and at home self- if any people at all have cared enough to notice. In reality Blue is such an introvert that, even in a diner with little business outside of locals, he needs to rest whenever he’s at home, and doesn’t have the energy to deal with ANY type of conflict whenever that’s the case. He seems to have (a lot) of other problems but he won’t let anyone even have a glimpse of them, for many reasons but the biggest being that Blue has trust issues.

1952- they meet. Spamton is almost to his goal, California, but makes a stop in Utah with his friends. They’re in the middle of the desert but still manage to find a small diner they can take a break at- Spam wasn’t expecting to see an empty diner safe for a fellow Addison behind the counter, and in pure greaser (in his opinion) fashion, spouted the worst type of pick-up line anyone could get- ‘Are you on the menu? Because you look damn good.’ Blue, outwardly cringing, promptly told him to cut that off or to get out. Spam, surprised to get such a harsh response, but still giving his best ‘charming smile’, couldn’t help but respond ‘Don’t you know I am? I’m a BIG SHOT!’. Blue simply responded ‘If you’re not the president, I don’t care who you are. You’re in the middle of nowhere- who you are doesn’t matter in these parts. You guys gonna order something or not?’ Spam’s smile finally fell, and he and his friends ordered their ‘food’ (Addisons still eat money in this AU, and Blue’s diner makes both regular and addison menus). Spam quickly brushed off his awkward conversation with Blue and when his friends broke the silence to talk about other things, he was happy to join in while eating. As one of his friends talked about their bike, Spam’s eyes drifted to the diner’s walls, and noticed something that caught his eye- a framed brochure showing the lastest model of Cadillac and its celebration of the ‘golden anniversary’; in his months of travel, Spam didn’t keep up with other car brands and their models. Despite their awkward first interaction, Spam felt he had to ask where Blue got that picture from- suspecting he might be walking into another bad pick-up line, Blue asked ‘Why do you care?’, only for Spam to (proudly) say that he sold cars himself. Blue, amused, couldn’t help but be surprised that a greaser with a *bike* was actually a car salesman, and said as much- Spam, always a bit embarassed by that detail, dropped his ‘trying to charm you’ tone and hurriedly said ‘bikes are cool ok?! And- and in a car people can’t see my amazing jacket!!’. Blue coudln’t help but be amused by this greaser’s oddly genuine and likeable embarrassed response, and figured that THIS greaser and ‘big shot’ wasn’t as tough and confident as he’d like others to believe. So Blue amicably asked about what type of cars Spam sold, who excitedly started listing all his cungadero models, their visual and technical qualities and all the colors available; his own friends were lsitening too, surprised to hear Spamton happily go on and on about his cars, in a giddy tone they never heard him used before. Spam talked and talked, and Blue listened and occasionally asked questions whenever Spam took a breath, which seemed to make him ramble even more, with a big excited smile all the while. Their conversation lasted hours, much to the dismay of Spamton’s friends- as the sun set, they figured it was time to go and search for a motel or any other place to stay the night- Spam was surprised to see it was already so late, and was immediately dismayed, given he probably wouldn’t have another encounter with Blue or anyone else who was as interested in cars as him, any time soon. Blue saw the dismay on Spam’s face, and gently and genuinely told him that ‘he could come back whenever he wanted. Just spare me the pick-up lines and tell me about your new cungadero models right off the bat.’ He meant the last part in a half joking manner, and Spam seemed to get it, and giving a slight chuckle, said that he would.

Spamton was sad to leave Utah and Blue so soon, but figured that after his and Gaster’s deal was done, he could come back whenever he wished. He and his friends drove to California without any hinderance, and reached the place his friends told him to go to on the phone. Spam told his friends to wait for him in the motel as he was making his deal, since he was asked to come alone. As said in the picture, there’s no paranormal elements to Gaster, Mike or what happens to Spam. Instead, Spam was forced to be something he wasn’t, through peer pressure, binding contracts, a grueling work schedule and most importantly, an interdiction to leave Gaster and Mike’s business, or to use the phone and ask for help from his friends or the authorities. He was forced to become a corporate drone by Mike, and to change himself to Gaster’s demands (them being that he really wanted someone to read comics with him- Spam didn’t really like comics but was contractually obligated to read fully any comic Gaster gave him). Spam didn’t- couldn’t even pretend to be a greaser anymore, he was forced to change his attitude, or face punishment by Mike (said punishment being featured in the latter’s game show, who was pretty cruel and usually made fun of its contestants). Spam couldn’t ask for help, not only because he wasn’t allowed to, but also because legally, Spamton had no identity/didn’t exist, he had no family to contact and his friends left once they felt like Spam didn’t come back because he didn’t need them anymore. It took a great toll on his mental AND physical health- he has issues expressing himself and seem to be underweight (by addison+someone his size’s standards), hence his different face/look. He was also forced into a ‘dress code’, and had to give up his favorite jacket and trade it for a generic black suit. His glasses were given to him by Mike, after Spam’s sight decreased from being forced to read so many comics nearly everyday. And every time Spamton had the courage to complain or beg to be freed, Gaster and Mike always have the same response- ‘This is what YOU wanted. This was our deal. Why aren’t you happy fullfilling your end of the bargain?’.

1953- Spamton is thoroughly drained from his days with Gaster and Mike- both mentally and physically. He tried several times to escape, but was caught (and punished on Mike’s game show) each time. He wants to give up, to disappear- after being forced to do so many things and his previous year of pretending, he doesn’t know who he is anymore. He feels like he’s their puppet, and that if he ever is freed, he’ll be too broken to ever be happy again. Spam prays in his ‘room’ (it’s smaller than high school dorm rooms and he doesn’t even have a matress), for him to be saved by someone, something, or for him to have the strenght to escape and never be found. And one days, his prayers are answered- Gaster and Mike’s building have a black out, and Spam takes this occasion to make another attempt at an escape. He runs as fast and far as his little legs can carry him- he’s far from healthy, but adrenaline gives him the energy he needs to get into the Californian wilderness. He knows THEY’RE looking for him- he doesn’t care though, and just runs in the opposite direction from which he came. He avoids roads and cities- he doesn’t know where he’s going at first, just far from *there*. Spam figures he doesn’t have anywhere else to go anyway... Or does he? In his muddled memories, he seems to recall someone told him he could ‘come back whenever he wanted’- and Spam has fond feelings for this person, even if he doesn’t remember their face. He vaguely recalls ‘Utah’ and a desert- and that THEY might not know to look for him there. He doesn’t know where he really is, and isn’t sure if he’d be able to hitchhike, or ask anyone for help really- what if the person he asks is affiliated with THEM? Whenever he has to come near civilization to eat or get a look at a ma if he can find one, he stays for as short a time as possible- he’s terrified to sleep in the wilderness, but it’s that or the possibility of getting caught. At some point, Spam starts to recognize certain landmarks- or at least he thinks he does; at least it’s not Californian landmarks, he told himself he’d recognize them. He’s exhausted and weathered physically and mentally, but Spam finally makes it- he sees Blue’s diner from afar, and collapses in front of it. Blue notice someone falling from inside, and rushes to see if the person is ok- when he sees the vaguely familiar, yet exhausted face of Spamton, he asks if he’s ok and need to call someone. Spam replies that he doesn’t, he just needs Blue’s help. Said help involves a drink, food and a place to stay... Despite his trust issues and general fear to be around others, Blue accepts.

WIP- idk when i’ll be able to do the next ‘sequence’ of this so have it... And when i do finish the second part; pretend you’re seeing this for the first time. <3

part of a set of pictures im doing-  it’s the 50s au and this is in the bg but it should be Witnessned on its own. fancy suit RANDOM Guy, very rich and famous but he shall not be named