#Hollowed Proxy AU

[mayashesfly]

A follow up/expansion on the Robot replaces Dead Vox scenario au

For simplicity's sake I'll refer to Vox's robot replacement as the Proxy. And any possible future posts about this au will be tagged under "The Proxy AU"

(Do take note that some of these things may be subject to change as I expand on this au in time)

Thank you @theautotrophic for your questions! ^w^

Vox made the Proxy at first after his fallout with Alastor as a way to let out his self loathing. So Alastor didn't know about it.

The Proxy is almost direct reconstruction of his body but improved to better at handling overheating amongst other things while also having the chest area be more… masculine. (If you headcanon Vox as Trans ontop of my headcanon that he can't exactly have permanent top surgery because sinner regeneration is a bitch)

The biggest difference between Vox and the Proxy is that the Proxy doesn't have alot of shark-like qualities unlike Vox since Vox was still terrified of sharks when he made the Proxy.

So the Proxy doesn't have any dorsal like fins and his tail is a retractable cord tail instead of a retractable shark tail. But it still does have the gills as its vents.

There's also details on his backside specifically that he couldn't replicate because well… It's not like he can see his back.

The Proxy was meant to be Vox's attempt to upgrade his body as a way to cope with his fallout with Alastor. After all, if he can upgrade his head, why can't he upgrade his body?

Unfortunately, he couldn't actually replace his body with the Proxy. And the idea of completely getting rid of it didn't sit right with him since he wasted alot of materials and time into making it.

It'll be a waste to scrap it but it's not like he could admit that he made the Proxy in a state of weakness to his only business partner friend left.

After some time of calming down, he realized that he could use the Proxy as a back up plan if things go south with him.

At this point, he still didn't know he could transfer parts of his memories into flashdrives to download them somewhere else. But he reasoned that he could theoretically make a head for the Proxy and program it to act like him.

So knowing that there's a chance Valentino would see the Proxy because you can't exactly hide a life-sized "improved" replica of your body, he told Valentino that the Proxy could be a backup plan for him if things go south before Valentino could find out about it through other means.

At the time, Valentino was utterly confused and pretty disturbed at the information.

But it was something they never really brought up again since they both wanted to forget it.

Velvette didn't actually know about the Proxy until it happened.

After his close fight with Alastor wherein Valentino intervened before Alastor disappeared, his thoughts went back to the Proxy as he realized that he could actually die.

His media empire with Valentino and Velvette was already growing and if anything happened to him, the technological and broadcasting aspect of their business would fall over without him acting as the head.

And their reputation would take a hit if Valentino and Velvette was forced to rebrand Voxtek in the case of his death. Especially if their competitors sees his death as something that'll weaken the Vees.

He couldn't bare letting the Vees go without an actual backup plan in case something happened to him.

So while he and Valentino healed from the battle with Alastor, he took some time upgrading the Proxy to be up to date and actually modifying and programming it so that it could actually act like him in case something happened.

He didn't bother making the Proxy a head of its own since he knew he always upgraded his head and it would just be a waste of time.

But he did set up a machine that can automatically give the Proxy a head after the head that'll be installed has the proper programming and necessary memories installed inside.

The Proxy doesn't actually have any personality of its own unlike Kitty wherein Vox put in the extra effort to give it some personality thay he knows Valentino would like since it was a gift for him (just like how Vark was a gift for Vox from Val which helped him embraced his shark-like qualities)

The Proxy is programmed to handle broadcasting, interviews, and public meetings. Pretty much every public appearance Vox had to make.

The memories downloaded into the Proxy mostly isn't personal at all, and they mostly only pertain to the business and important aspects of their business. (So it doesn't have any personal memories of Alastor)

Though there are also programmed codes and memories on how to handle Valentino and Velvette to make sure they don't fly off the handle based on Vox's previous interactions. With more emphasis on how to specifically handle a Valentino who's having a fit just in case.

Though when the two of them goes against the programmed interaction the Proxy has on them, then it has some difficulty.

After all, it wasn't like it has anything to work off on on how to handle a grieving Valentino and Velvette.

It takes alot of energy from the Proxy to handle its daily public appearances. And it's unable to do surveillance unlike Vox as any attempts to do so would overload its systems and it'll just crash.

When its not on "public appearance" mode, the Proxy is on a "low power savings" mode around the Vees as it tries to keep up the appearance of a businessman for the other employees. Though it visibly buffers and pauses at times, causing its face to disappear.

Sometimes Valentino and Velvette would manually power it off to be hidden somewhere out of plain sight.

It's a miracle if they could remember to plug it in through its tail cord or its actual charger or another charger so it could recharge.

Something that Vox's assistant has to keep up on consistently unless he wants to reschedule the entire day so that the people who are none the wiser won't be confused or upset that Vox had to reschedule their meetings and other public appearances. (Poor Eelliot)

As for Vox's death well… I'll keep that to your imaginations for now :D

But I will say that one of the reasons Alastor knows Vox is dead is because of how their shared frequency went completely silent.

Meanwhile, the Vees have a contract to ensure that everything the deceased Vee has under their possession would be transferred to the other Vees in the event of their death so that they won't lose any power, souls, properties, and ect that the other Overlords and Kingpins could steal.

Even when Valentino and Velvette didn't know where Vox was or how he died, the both of them physically felt Vox's powers and possessions going to them after he died, confirming his death.

Valentino quickly went to Vox's surveillance and control room to desperately search for him while there was an Extermination going on outside.

It took everything from Velvette to convince him not to go outside when he could also be killed and then Vox would be fucking upset with them.

(Neither of them said a word that there was no more Vox to be upset with them ever again)

When they finally located his body, they quickly collected him discreetly so that noone else would know that the Vees lost its eldest member.

Neither of them said a word as they hugged the cold, lifeless corpse.

A stark contrast to the warmth Vox constantly radiated despite his calm and collected persona.

It took some time for Valentino to finally put Proxy to use.

Some of Vox's shows having a few reruns while he gathers the courage to face the machine.

He had half the mind to completely destroy it beyond repair.

To tear everything down to pieces after he had lost his longest business partner.

But Kitty and Proxy was the only things left that Vox made with his two very own hands.

To have them repaired by someone else other than Vox…..

Well, while Vox may still be the same despite how much he changed…

The same could not be said about the robots he made.

It wouldn't be the same.

When metal and wires could easily be replaced but the soul cannot.

It wouldn't be the same.

Still, he couldn't stop himself as he shattered the screen that showcased it buffering instead of the exasperated but still fond sneer he had gotten used to.

Velvette was absolutely devastated and livid when she found out about Vox's replacement.

She screamed at Valentino, asking him what the fuck he was even thinking and HOW THE FUCK DID HE EVEN ACQUIRE SUCH A THING

Vox never told her about the Proxy and while Velvette could care less about the roofies she makes and the Fizzibot Val has and every worse thing she's done under existence, she couldn't fathom replacing Vox with a mere husk of a pathetic disgusting thing.

She only stopped her shouting when Valentino quietly said it was Vox's idea.

And they both promised that they'll kill whoever decided to hurt the Vees and avenge Vox.

For now it was something both of them could focus on, even if it was a lie.

Valentino will hunt them down no matter what other people may say.

When Alastor saw Vox alive and well after the dead silence in their shared frequency, he first thought it must be a bad dream.

But he knows it was real.

That it happened.

After the confusing feelings he felt upon seeing that familiar face alive and well passed by, anger gripped his soul.

He had half the mind to ruin and destroy that pretender.

Vox was well and truly gone and it'll stay that way if Alastor could help it.

But when he realized what truly happened, he could only laugh and laugh and laugh and laugh at the situation.

And when he calmed down, he deigned to not interact even further at what happened.

Except for mocking the remaining Vees at what had happened to make himself feel better.

[raddest-laddest]

local man accidentally throws his dead wife into a cult and forgets

[generalsdiary]

hear me out- what if kavetham were in a zzz au?

alhaitham, who works as a proxy and owns a small library as his main job, and kaveh, who is a hollow raider. and over time alhaitham is the only proxy kaveh wants to work with. but they never met after that irl. only communicating via inter-knot and alhaitham’s bangboo. kaveh goes into hollows to find tech parts and analyze the architecture of the buildings lost to the hollows. alhaitham, who loves his cushy job that is only long distance, even in the library he isn’t talking to people, he keeps his other bangboo at the desk job. plot twist they went to the same uni- alhaitham specializing in bangboo and a.i technology + kaveh studying architecture. could also evolve into a 5+1 fic? alhaitham’s bangboo getting corrupted with ether in the hollow, kaveh getting trapped in, left alone with a broken bangboo and mehrak who cannot help. alhaitham now has to go into the hollow despite his near zero experience physically walking in one, goes in with his other bangboo, which requires human assistance, to save kaveh. or they first meet in alhaitham’s library, on the odd chance of him trying to leave to buy groceries and he recognizes kaveh- like truly recognizes; this is the man that he is always guiding through the hollows, standing right in front of him, asking his bangboo about a specific book. and kaveh who remembers the young man who went to the same uni as him. raaah the potential is there, i have so many thoughts and ideas about this-

[ahyesthesufferingoftvteens]

Ooooh yeah I forgot to reblog this. Welp. Yeah. Here this is on my main blog.

Also a fun fact: In the Kai&Co system every alter gets assigned a Sanrio character (if they're not already a fictive or fictionkin one).

Coco, Koda, and Blaze love Chococat. They prefer the ones with blue, purple, and red collars respectively.

Alter Adam was assigned Badtz-Maru. The only reason he wears the necklace is because he can't say no to a Kai-aligned alter.

Kitty OBVIOUSLY loves Hello Kitty herself. Her entire outfit is lowkey themed after her. She has a red ribbon purse and Hello Kitty tights, even some Hello Kitty themed mary janes.

Alter Reeve was assigned Pochacco. Actually thinks the little dog is cute and doesn't mind wearing the occasional themed accessory (the earrings).

Kai Part 2 was assigned Keroppi. He has a Keroppi bracelet that's not shown here.

Cinnamon is literally Cinnamoroll.

The Hollow: Backrooms

The Kai&Co System

This has been something that has been casually mentioned in the past, but Backrooms!Kai becomes a System and splits and forms a few alters!

I (@ahyesthesufferingoftvteens) may talk about some of these goobers in the future. Some basic things to note: Blaze, Coco, Alter Adam, and Kitty form in The Backrooms. Alter Reeve forms right before Kai&Co escape The Backrooms, and Kai (Part 2) and Cinnamon form after The Backrooms. All of the special designs for these headmates are how they dress a year or two after The Backrooms story.

Slightly more detailed information about each of the members of the Kai&Co system are listed under the cut:

Blaze: One of the alters that split from Kai. A host of the system. Bi Aboy, He/They. Trauma Holder; Anger, Fear, and Depression holder; BPD holder; and Emotional Protector. Formed as a persecutor; used to be extremely explosive and had really destructive mental breakdowns. Heals with therapy. Likes to set things on fire and shop at Hot Topic. Is the reason the body is taking Abilify.

Coco: The other alter that split from Kai. A host of the system. Pan Nyan-binary Boy, He/They. Inner Child and Trauma Holder; Age-slides. Had really bad Stockholm Syndrome; found it very difficult to make decisions for themselves due to conditioning. Heals with Therapy. Loves Chococat so much that they kin the character and sometimes assumes Chococat’s form in headspace.

Koda: Kai rejoined after a year of being split apart. Now goes by a different name. Eventually, Coco and Blaze permanently fuse into Koda. A host of the system. Omni Demiboy, He/They. Trauma Holder. A bit more cheeky and dark-humored than he used to be, but it’s still the Kai you know and love. Shops at Spencers. Manic pixie dream boy energy. Can’t stop dating the emotionally unavailable and volitile Latinos in his area (He has nine exes). FINALLY found a good boyfriend (He’s a Wolf Therian, his name is Cillas).

Adam: The first alter to form after the “big split”. An introject of Adam. Gay Man, He/Him. Physical Protector. Formed as a persecutor; used to enforce the paranoid thinking patterns and distrust that the original Adam instilled. Heals with therapy. Likes to go fishing and thrives in a Bass Pro Shop.

Kitty: The second alter to form after the “big split”. An introject of Kitty, an entity from The Backrooms. Demi-Aroace Kenogirl, She/It. Caretaker, Soother, and System Overseer. Nonverbal: texts using emojis. The only way she can best communicate is with cards and drawings. Doesn’t front much; she’s more of a background alter. When she does front though the entire day is usually dedicated to her for her hard work. Loves Hello Kitty and dressing up in frilly dresses.

Reeve: Formed right before the system escaped The Backrooms. An introject of Reeve. Gay Trans Man, He/Him. Physical and Emotional Protector, and a Caretaker. Formed to do Adam’s job but better. Really happy about being in a body that was born male (his euphoria is through the roof). The only alter in the system that is religious.

Kai (Act 2): Formed after the system escaped The Backrooms. A host of the system. Bi Man, He/Him. Social Protector. Is exactly like Kai before the split, and is very detached from the memories of the Backrooms. The “Singlet-sona”. He identifies with the body’s known identity and fronts to interact with family members and pre-Backrooms friends, and when talking to strangers. He also primarily fronts while live-streaming video game play-throughs, but other alters pitch in as well.

Cinnamon: Formed after the system escaped The Backrooms. Aroace Boygirl, They/Them. The only perma-little. A fictive of Cinnomoroll. Excitable and annoying in a little sibling sort of way. Really likes gifts and eating food. No one knows why they formed, they just showed up one day. They exist now.

[ailithnight]

Okay, so, Brain Dead rejected soulmate AU but Danny is the one who rejected Tim.

Let's say in this world that there are many types of soul bonds.

You've got your standard and fairly common First Words and Skin Art.

Then you've got less common things like Shared Dreams, Colorblind Until You Meet, and Red String.

And then you've got the very rare Telepathic Bond and Empathic Bond.

Finally, there's the ultra rare, one in a million, Shared Pain* soul bonds. It helps that the flip side of this particular bond means Shared Comforts**, but still, it is not the kind of bond people hope for.

Naturally, Fenton luck dictates that this is what Danny (and by extension, his soulmate) gets stuck with.

And at first it's fine. Like, bumps and scrapes happen but it's no big deal. Then the bullying starts and Danny feels a bit guilty that his soulmate has to deal with it by proxy.

But, Danny learns how to minimize damage. And the way Danny can feel his soulmate gentle nursing the pains when he can't, indulging in extra comforts for the both of them, makes Danny think that maybe it's okay.

After all, if it was really to much, Danny's soulmate would have already rejected him.

And when Danny's soulmate starts getting a bit more roughed up when they're 13, naturally Danny returns the favor; never wishing to sever the bond, only wishing he could prevent the pain all together.

Then Danny turns 14.

Then Danny dies. But survives.

He cries that night, his soulmate desperately trying to push comfort through their bond while all Danny can think about is how he shouldn't have gone in that portal. He shouldn't have been so reckless. He should have PROTECTED them.

And to top it all off, suddenly he's not just Dash's personal punching bag. No, there's a whole host of ghostly rogues that like to come bother Danny. And maybe it was still okay when it was just ectopusses or Lunch Lady or Boxy.

But as more and more powerful ghosts come through, as the fights get harder and Danny takes more damage, the guilt over what he's subjecting his soulmate to eats at him.

And after Danny meets Vlad, the first enemy he faces that he really can't beat, he makes the decision. This isn't going to end. These fights, these pains...

Someday he's going to face an enemy that is going to grind him into the dirt. That's going to kill him again, probably slowly and unpleasantly, and Danny already subjected his soulmate to one death, he refuses to put him through another.

So Danny mentally reaches deep inside himself, real hands placing themselves above his heart.

Feeling around for the source of that gentle warmth his soulmate is pushing through their bond.

He finds it, grasping with imaginary hands while his real ones clench the fabric of his shirt.

Feels the way the warmth stutters. The sharp jolt of pain on his elbow as his soulmate probably knocks it when he realizes what Danny is doing.

Danny pays it no mind. He holds the bond between then tightly; tears welling up in his eyes as phantom arms wrap around himself, his soulmate's desperate plea for Danny not to do what he's about to.

Danny yanks, physical hands all but tearing the shirt off his chest as mental ones rip the bond from his and his soulmate's hearts.

The last pain they'll ever share comes crashing into him, the distinct Rejection scar crackling across his chest not unlike the Lichtenburg on his arm.

It hurts, but less than dying had.

Then the pain is gone. Or rather, that pain is gone.

The dull aches from the fight with Plasmius throb and a part Danny finds himself missing the soothing comforts his soulmate had provided him, emptiness filling the space they used to occupy.

But another part of Danny, the part that is more ghost than human, swells with pride knowing he has protected his soulmate from Danny's own inevitable fate.

As Danny inspects Rejection spidering out from his heart, a strange hollow giddiness settles in his stomach. It makes him giggle.

His brain notes that if Dash ever sees this, he'll assume he finally succeeded in making Danny's soulmate reject him.

Danny giggles harder.

Not that Danny will correct him. Or his friends or his sister when they find out for that matter. They worry enough about him as is. They don't need to know just how far Danny is willing to go to protect the people he loves.

He's stifling laughter now, trying not to wake the neighbors.

Sitting alone on the roof of Fentonworks at 3 in the morning, Danny laughs until he sobs, then laughs and sobs until he can't breathe, then laughs and sobs and struggles to breathe until a light blue mist comes gasping past he lips.

His hysterics taper of and he lets the now familiar cold feeling of his ghost form spread across his body, pausing only for a second when he notices the new spiderwebbing across the chest of his hazmat suit, just a shade darker than the rest of the black material.

Oh well. It's not too noticeable and if some sees it he can just pretend it was always there. Just like he's going to pretend the emptiness in his heart was always there. Where it belongs.

~~~

Tim is at the Bat Computer desperately searching for any kind of clue who and where his soulmate is.

Of course, Tim had searched before, been searching basically since grade school when it became clear his soulmate was dealing with either bullying or an abusive home.

But Tim's efforts had tripled lately. Ever since that fateful day 4 months ago when he'd practically had a seizure in the middle of family dinner.

It had felt like he was dying, the echos of electric shocks up his arm and into his heart coming through his soul bonds. Followed soon after by the sense of something terrifying and foreign opening up in his chest and forcing its way into every molecule of his body.

Tim is pretty sure he screamed.

It was several minutes before the sensations ended and a strange coldness filled his being. For a minute, Tim was terrified his soulmate had died, until the cold retreated to a place just beside his heart and phantom hands could be felt trying to comfort and soothe.

At the time, Tim thought that would be that. Some kind of terrible accident. A story his soulmate would tell him when they finally found each other.

But that wasn't that.

It started with that strange coldness never leaving the space beside his heart. Then sometimes the coldness would spread, filling his whole body for brief periods of time. Then those periods of time started to come with some kind of pain. A scrape, a bruise, sore muscles.

The kind of injuries Tim got on patrol as Robin.

Which was something he'd not been allowed to do near as much since the aftermath of that dinner when Bruce had learned what kind soul bond Tim had.

"Tim, you can't keep throwing yourself into the line of fire. It's bad enough when you get hurt, but for your soulmate to have to suffer too?"

Stupid Bruce and his stupid rules. Tim and his soulmate had been fine before, thank you very much. And it wasn't Robin that got struck by lightning or something. Tim really isn't sure what kind of accident would result in the things he had felt that night, but electrocution is at least part of it.

But since then, Tim's soulmate had been getting more and more injuries at any and all hours of the day. If Tim had been worried before distressed now. Something had happened and now Tim's soulmate who was already dealing with something before now seemed to be in constant danger. Tim needs to find them, needs to help them, make them safe.

He doesn't look, doesn't take his eyes off the news articles on the screen as a presence appears behind him. No 2 presences. And the elevator dings bringing a third. But Tim keeps scanning articles, looking for some clue about a kid getting electrocuted and a town gaining a young vigilante shortly after.

A heavy hand lands on his shoulder, gravelly voice speaking in gentle tones. "It's almost 4am son." Tim doesn't respond. Bruce sighs and spins the chair around. Dick and Alfred are both there looking concerned and stern respectively. "It's bed time."

"My soulmate is in trouble. They're not safe. I need to find them. And you're worried about my bed time?"

"You need some sleep, Master Tim. You won't know you've found anything if you're to tired to see straight." Bruce nods and Dick puts on his best big brother face.

"Get some rest, Tim. We can keep looking later."

Tim opens his mouth to argue, but pauses at the strange tugging sensation in his heart. He briefly wonders what trouble his soulmate is in now before he realizes what the almost feeling of hands on his soul bond means.

He gasps and jerks in the chair, knocking his elbow on the arm rest and the warm blanket he'd cocooned himself in to send comfort back to his soulmate off his shoulders.

Even Alfred's expression turns concerned when Tim wraps his arms around himself, trying to convey along the soul bond his plea for his soul mate not to do this.

"Tim?" Tim isn't sure which family member speaks. Can't focus on it as his soulmate yanks on the bond, ripping it and the strange comfortable coldness out.

Tim cries out, three sets of hands immediately moving in to comfort him. Sight and sound turn to static as Rejection burns across his chest not unlike the electrocution had crawled up his arm four months ago.

Then the pain vanishes.

And Tim looks up at Bruce, knows he's got tears rolling down his face, searching pitifully for a father's comfort.

"They Rejected me."

Bruce startles, but quickly stoops down to wrap Tim in a hug and Dick lays a comforting hand on Tim's head and Alfred retreats probably to make something comforting and Tim cries at the emptiness where the bond should be and the now too warm spot beside his heart.

And yet, deep in his mind where gears are still turning, Tim resolves to still find his soulmate, even without the bond, if only to ask them why.

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This was supposed to be a prompt, maybe a premise, but I got carried away.

So now y'all can have this piece of pain I have no intention of continuing. Enjoy!

And since I don't plan on continuing, if some else wants to run with it, have at and have fun!

*Shared Pain in this AU just means soulmates feel the pain, not that they recieve the injuries. So if a soulmate breaks an arm, the other will feel the break, but their arm will be physically fine.

**Shared Comforts meaning that soulmates also share good feelings. So if one person is all wrapped up comfy cozy in a nice thick blanket, the other also feels that warmth. But like with the pain, it's a phantom feeling. Won't keep the soulmate not bundled up from hypothermia.

[1800titz]

THE THRILL | Phone sex operator AU

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“God— I feel good, too. I’m so wet for you,” you hum. 

The confession is syrup on embers— a simmering, wet heat in the trench of his underbelly, and feels like liquified nirvana across his fibrils. 

It pries another grunt from the asunder seam of his teeth— gravelly, husking— the rasping growl of a faceless stranger on the verge of splintering. 

(Hunk of a man, precarious footing like the lip of a mountainside, toying at the sutures of pseudo-phone-sex— an automated script of moans and coaxes— and crooning please with your fingers dug under the cotton of your underwear and sweat on your brow.)

And maybe that’s the thrill of it. 

Chasing the dirty bliss on borrowed time— costly minutes— painting the monolithic bulk of an innominate outlander behind your eyelids when you pour your work ethic into doing the very best job, giving it your all, heel of your palm pressed tight to your clit and your fingers tucked deep. 

(Because, maybe, you both feed off the kick. Chasing the same buzz that’s molded off an intricately carved proxy of intimacy.) 

There’s something marginally less vulnerable (marginally more— parceled up in the seedy filth along the grooves of your fingerprints, saturated on the crumbling bulwark of melding scripts and vices), in evading the tangibility of sex through a phone. In pretending—

“Yeah,” Harry grunts, hips flexing into the nook of his fist. His shoulders quake with the shudder that rolls up his nape. The swivel chair creaks under the pressure of the motion. “Can hear it, dirty fuckin’ girl—“

And in the knurled grimace that graces his pink mouth (the guttural hiss shattering in his windpipe) you nearly taste euphoria off his bared teeth. The way you know they glint white. Soak in the scorching deluge of the same ecstasy when he ruts into his own hand at the way you moan. 

Your favorite regular. 

He was different. Chipped his way under your skin and sinew to make home in the hollow he carved from the moment he dialed. Heady timbre flowing like smoke; sultry, kerosene-soaked, rough-hewn in hedonistic pursuit. 

So unlike the other regulars or the one-timers rolling onto the line, scuffing their speakers against their clothes when they shuffle, voices low and brittle when they beg you to tell them how you’re going to step on them and call them filthy names. 

(You moan and purr how you’re so close, how bad you want them to cum inside, phone tucked to your cheek, sprawled with your legs kicked up over the arm of the couch, scrolling through Pinterest meal prep recipes on your laptop.) 

You should feel ashamed, maybe, at the startling ease it took for him to thaw you away and reverse the roles (leave you hankering for the sweet warmth of a gray haze— thick, smoggy, petrichor with your tummy buzzing and your breath caught in your throat— when he bid you goodnight with the murmur of we’ll do this again, sweetheart before the line clicked). The way it left you feeling like you were on the line with an operator on the other end, milking you for more. 

(“And what name should I have in my mouth when you make me cum for you, hm?”)

(Borrowed time, costly minutes; you soak in every cent he spills into your wallet.)

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[galpalaven]

WIP Wednesday

Hythazemet Beach Episode AU

Emet-Selch, Hythlodaeus, and the 13th Shard of Azem go on a Vacation

Andromeda had always loved the sea.

Hades remembers it well. She often gravitated towards it when she traveled the star as Azem, and she’d always bring him shells. She even had a massive aquarium in her apartment, full of all kinds of fish and sea creatures that she loved to watch when she was home. By proxy, Hythlodaeus had developed a love for the sea, too — he remembers Hythlodaeus saying that the sea spray reminded him of her, when she was gone, when it was just the two of them by the bay in Amaurot.

All things considered, he supposes that it makes sense that they would choose this place for their little “vacation” idea.

Though no longer enthralled by Darkness, Zodiark now long dead, Hades still avoids standing in the hot sun when he can. They arrive in Tulliyollal late in the afternoon, when the sun still beams far too brightly, and immediately it becomes clear that the world-threatening catastrophe he had set the Warrior of Light on the trail of has already been dealt with. The docks and city seem to be in a state of reconstruction, though people are as friendly as he remembers. Almost blindingly so, if he’s honest. 

He had only been to Tural once in the wake of the establishment of Tulliyollal, but he remembers his chest squeezing at the joy that radiated from the people around him. It had been familiar, even in the hollow faces of the creatures who had inherited his world, to the point that it had made him sick at the time.

It is much the same now — friendly grins and shallow eyes — but it’s hard to feel quite as upset with both of his hands occupied, fingers tangled through the fingers of the two halves of his heart, standing happily on either side of him. Andromeda drifts close to his side, half leaning on him on his right, while Hythlodaeus on his left tugs a little, eyes bright and wide as the brilliant grin pulling at his full lips.

Hades can feel the urge to smile, already twitching at the corners of his mouth, watching Hythlodaeus experience this new world for the first time. He’d been much the same in Sharlayan as they came up from the Sea (he is still grateful, begrudgingly, to the Forum for their discretion at providing them travel documents). The entire few days they spent preparing for their journey were spent trailing after his loves from sun up to long after sun down as Hythlodaeus insisted on seeing as much of the island as he could, neither Hades nor Andromeda willing to tell him no. Andromeda may have been the traveler among them, but Hythlodaeus is the only one who has not seen this world in the slightest. Hades has walked every inch of this world — of every version of the world, in every vain reflection — and Andromeda had kept a vigil over the pieces of her soul from her place in the Sea, but Hythlodaeus?

To him, the Final Days had only just happened months ago. 

To him, this is all bright and shiny and new.

And it warms Hades’s cold, aching heart, watching the joy glitter in those pretty purple eyes of his.

Hades urges them to find their lodgings first, though the smell of street food seems to be enticing both of his companions. It makes him chuckle when they both pout at him, though they agree easily enough. He leads them towards the cabins near the edge of town, pleased to see that they’ve been unharmed by whatever carnage hit the city. The pier is long and stretches out into the bay, and he can only imagine the beautiful views the ones near the far end must have. 

The look of subdued shock on the attendant’s face when Andromeda requests a room for the three of them, “With one bed, if you don’t mind. We like to sleep all cuddled up when we can,” nearly makes him laugh. He has to turn away to keep from making a stupid noise, half burying his face in Hythlodaeus’s shoulder, though he still grins as Hythlodaeus giggles in response.

How he’d missed the sound of his laughter, truly…

They are directed to the farthest cabin — the biggest and most expensive, they’re told, but Andromeda is a master of her craft, and whatever payment exchanges hands is not nearly what the asking price was. Her hand returns to his in the next moment, shooting him a sweet grin that makes his stomach dip, leading the three of them towards the end of the long wooden pier. His loves make idle chatter as they walk, both of them swinging his hands in a way that distinctly reminds him of when they were children, though Andromeda had always been in the middle then. He dare not truly wonder what makes the two of them place him in the middle now — pity, perhaps — but he can’t find it in him to care all that much once they finally reach the door to their room.

The cabin is beautiful.

The room comes with a beautiful little dining area, a massive fluffy white bed, a beautiful seating area with a cozy looking couch in front of a bookshelf filled with books of some kind — and it is missing a wall on the far end, the whole room opening straight onto the sea.

Hythlodaeus gasps at the sight, grinning as he reaches for Andromeda to pull her along, clearly planning to go look out at the deck, but Hades follows close behind with a scowl, clicking his tongue as he pushes at his sleeves.

“Are they out of their minds?” he asks, brushing past his darlings to lift his hand and, with the snap of his fingers, a sheer wall of magic forms, closing off the room from pests as well as sealing the sound of their voices from prying ears — while leaving the view. “Honestly, the bugs alone would be a nightmare with this open wall concept! I have half a mind to go get some of our money back since we aren’t getting a full room.”

“Fussy,” is all Andromeda says as she breezes past him, laughing as she squeezes at the back of his neck as she passes, making him reflexively draw his shoulders up around his ears.

Rather than let her get away with it, Hades makes a split second decision to act on an impulse he’s had since they were young. Fast as lightning, he snatches her by the waist, reeling her back in, fingers dancing over her sides until she is shrieking with laughter and then, to punctuate his punishment, he blows a loud raspberry into the side of her neck — which earns him a squeaking, “Hadeeees!!”

Andromeda twists and squirms in his grip, laughing that full, loud laugh he’s missed so much, and it’s not long before he’s joining her. Hythlodaeus stands a few feet away as well, giggling into his hand as he watches them — and his eyes are warm with affection when Hades catches his gaze. Hythlodaeus’s face softens even more as Hades grins at him, settling with his arms around Andromeda’s waist to hold her close and swaying gently, as if he hadn’t just been rough-housing with her like an unruly youth. 

Andromeda chuckles, sliding one hand into his hair as she turns her head to kiss his cheek before attempting to extrapolate herself from his grip — only to laugh when he just tightens his hold, curling around her as he uses the flick of his wrist to reel Hythlodaeus in as well. Hythlodaeus laughs as he stumbles into Hades, humming contentedly when Hades just catches him by the jaw and pulls him in for a kiss.

“Where do you two think you’re going, hmm? The door is closed and we are finally alone for the first time in weeks…”

He’ll never get tired, he thinks, of being caught in a group embrace with the two of them. His loves exchange an amused glance at his expense, sliding their arms around him and each other. As Hythlodaeus rests his forehead against Hades’s temple, Andromeda presses up on her toes to nip at the underside of his jaw.

“Are you not the one who claimed to be exhausted, Hades?” Hythlodaeus murmurs, raking a hand through Hades’s hair, scratching a little in a way that makes him want to shiver. 

On his other side, Andromeda hums, kissing her way down the column of his throat. 

“He certainly was,” she breathes, hot breath washing over his collarbone. “It would seem that was all a ruse, though. He just wanted to get us out of our pants.”

Many, many years ago, he might have gotten flustered by that. The old Hades would have shoved them both away and made any excuse to make himself seem more in control than he really, truly is.

Now, though, all he does is shrug lightly, smirking with his eyes fixated on Hythlodaeus’s mouth as each of his hands slip into the back pocket of both of his lovers. He uses this grip to tug them both closer by the hips, a little rougher than they were expecting, judging by the way their breaths hitch in unison.

“Can’t hide anything from you two, can I? No point in denying it now.”

Andromeda giggles, nuzzling under his jaw. ��You could try. It was always funny when you did.”

“Bold words for someone still in tickling distance,” Hades comments, pinching her hip and grinning at the way she squirms in his grasp. Before she can make another witty retort, he dips his head to catch her lips with his, nipping at her lip as he does. He only manages to kiss her for a moment, before Hythlodaeus is sneaking a hand up the side of his neck, tilting his head so that he can kiss Hades instead.

What bliss, he thinks, to have you both in my arms. To know the taste of your lips and the shape of your smiles.

If this is a dream, Hades can only hope he never wakes.

The sun is sitting low on the horizon when they finally begin to stir again. His body aches, but in such a pleasant way that he can’t bring himself to complain, sprawled as he is across the giant bed between his lovers. He’d ended up with his head on Hythlodaeus’s chest some time ago, and as he runs his fingers through Hades’s hair, Hades is struggling to find the will to move, lulled to stillness by the gentle caress and the steady thrum of Hythlodaeus’s heart beneath his ribs. 

He’s half dozing when the woman on his other side sits up, sighing contentedly as she stretches her arms over her head (his eyes are drawn to the curve of her spine and the plump, heavy weight of her bare breasts as she does). He reaches for her as she moves to stand, and she pauses, smiling as she lets him tangle his fingers through hers.

“Where are you going?” Hades asks, voice a little hoarse as he lifts her fingers to his mouth and kisses them.

Andromeda giggles. “I’m hungry. Thought I’d go find us something to eat and bring it back here so you two could have a nap.”

Hades’s hand tightens around hers, tensing at the thought of her leaving his side. It’s not as if they haven’t been apart — briefly — since they came back, but…

“I’ll be right back, love,” she says, laughing as she leans over to kiss him. “The restaurant I saw is just up the beach.”

“Then we can all go,” he says, pushing himself up. His lovers exchange a look that makes him tense, but he shrugs it off, sliding down the bed to start trying to find his clothes from earlier.

“Hades, you’re tired. Stay here and relax.”

Hythlodaeus this time, running a hand up his spine. Though it makes him shiver a little, he shrugs him off as he makes a grab for his discarded pants.

“I’m fine. Let’s go to dinner together. After all, is not part of the fun of a vacation meant to be spending it together?”

He waits, but neither of them answer even as he pulls his shirt back over his head. When he turns to shoot them an expectant look, he finds them looking at each other. For a moment, as they have their silent conversation, he blinks and their forms become transparent — silvery, wispy, the feeble illusion of an addled mind succumbing to grief — and then she looks at him and everything snaps back into focus. Andromeda seems to sense his unease, if the way her smile does not reach her eyes says anything, but she nods anyway.

“Alright. We’ll go together.”

They take one of the farthest tables, out near the surf, where the sand is cool and the torchlight reaches them only enough to barely illuminate the menus. Hades lets himself soak in the sea breeze — cool and salty and humid, a welcome change from the chill of Garlemald or the Light-addled sky of the First. Hythlodaeus pours over the menu with the excitement of a child, and it makes him smile as he rests his head on his hand, watching Andromeda explain the flavors and tastes to him whenever he asks. So engrossed is he in watching Hythlodaeus laugh about one of the kitschy dish names that he nearly startles when Andromeda’s fingers tangle through his, sliding across the table to hold his free hand where it had been idly tapping the wood.

Silver eyes, sharp as a blade, find his, a subtle quirk to her eyebrow all he needs to know she can tell he’s somewhere else. He doesn’t know what to say or how to reassure her — doesn’t even truly know how to reassure himself — though he opens his mouth to make an attempt when something bright lights up the entire shoreline, followed by a noise that makes him flinch. Fireworks, he realizes, but it’s too late for his mind, because when he next opens his eyes—

A world, ablaze. Crumbling. Aether lighting the sky before him as Hythlodaeus turns and offers him one final wave. And then—

The sky, burning with light brighter than the falling stars littering the Earth. His eyes catch on it, the final burst of a dying flame, and the color of it—a shimmering white, interlaced with every color, so familiar, so beautiful—

He remembers murmuring her name. Remembers as Zodiark began to form, he let the aether pull his body away, towards that familiar signature, that wayward soul…

He’d found her on a platform overlooking the star, covered in her own blood. The rock at their feet scorched until it turned a shimmering white, like glass, as if striving to match the soul that had caused the flare.

The mask of Azem lay a few feet away from her limp hand. In her final act, she had taken up the mantle one last time — and with her very soul, she had put an end to that final, misbegotten fiend.

“Hades, beloved, can you hear us?”

He comes back to the present with a strangled gasp, coughing a little when it hurts his throat. His lovers — his Andromeda, his Hythlodaeus — have moved to be on either side of him, each of them with one hand on his back. His eyes dart between them, and he knows he must look frantic, can feel the way his breath comes quick and shallow, before he manages to shake some of the fear away. Clearing his throat, he straightens in his seat, reaching for the fruity cocktail Andromeda had ordered him when they first sat down in an attempt to help ease his heart rate. 

“I’m alright,” he murmurs at length, clearing his throat one more time for good measure. He doesn’t look at either of them as he continues, “I was simply… caught. In a memory.”

“Ah.”

Andromeda sounds unsurprised, and he’s grateful, knowing that she knows so much — that she can guess without pressing. Her hand cards through his hair and he leans into it, risking a glance at her to find…

…empathy. She understands, better than anyone he’d wager, what sort of memory he was trapped in.

“Is there anything we can do to help?” Hythlodaeus asks, leaning against Hades’s arm. There’s a slight tremor in his voice that draws Hades’s eyes to him. Hythlodaeus meets his gaze with a tiny smile, though it does nothing to mask the emotions roiling in those pretty purple irises.

Confusion. Worry. Heartache. Longing. Hesitance. Guilt.

…guilt?

Wishing to belay his fears, whatever they might be, Hades offers him a small smile, covering Hythlodaeus hand on his arm with one of his own. “I’m alright now,” he says, running his thumb across the peaks and valleys of Hythlodaeus’s knuckles. “The memory has passed.”

Hythlodaeus only frowns more. “And if it comes back?”

Hades snorts softly, leaning in even more, slumping on the table a little. “Well, then you had best not leave my side. Either of you. Having you here is the surest way to pry me from the jaws of times long past.”

Hythlodaeus looks unconvinced, and Hades snorts, leaning in to press a lingering kiss to his boyfriend’s frowning lips. Distantly, Hades remembers how often he’d thought about doing just this, in those final days. How often he’d talked himself out of it, knowing that his two best friends were in love with each other, and the last thing they needed at the end of all things was for him to shove a wedge between them.

As Hythlodaeus sighs softly into his mouth, tilting his head to deepen the kiss just a little, he thinks about how silly that had been. 

They’d always been a trio, the three of them. It makes sense for him to be included in the deepening of the relationship.

When he pulls away, the worry is still there in Hythlodaeus’s eyes, but it’s smaller now, weaker in the wake of the affection burning in them. Hades can feel himself grinning, stupid and clearly infatuated, and Hythlodaeus looks away, biting his lip as his cheeks flush a rosy pink.

Cute…

“I love you,” Hades says softly, raising his hand to gently brush some of Hythlodaeus’s hair from his eyes. 

Hythlodaeus ducks his head, eyes on his hands where they are folded on the table. It surprises him, still, how shy Hythlodaeus can get. He’d always expected him to be more confident — though, Andromeda had shared as much once, he remembers distantly. A thousand thousand lifetimes ago, she’d told Hades how unsure of himself Hythlodaeus was, how shy and sweet and surprised by her affection he’d been.

He hopes that someday Hythlodaeus won’t be surprised anymore.

“I love you, too,” Hythlodaeus says at length, clearing his throat a little. He risks a glance at Hades, before looking away to the woman on the other side of the table. “I love both of you. More than I think there are words to express.”

When Hades follows his gaze, he finds Andromeda with chin resting in her hands, watching the two of them with such a hopelessly lovestruck expression that even he feels his ears begin to burn. She grins at them both as she says, “I’ve loved you both since we were kids, I think. I’m so unbelievably happy that I get to have both of you. That I don’t have to choose — it would break my heart into a million pieces to have to pick between you, I think.” As both he and Hythlodaeus grin at her, she laughs and asks, “Do you remember our first kiss? When we were kids?”

That makes both men laugh, and Hades slides down in his chair a little, chuckling and rubbing at his eyes. He remembers it very well.

It’s a silly thing to be upset about, truly, but Hades is struggling to remember that as he watches Hythlodaeus and Andromeda sit under the blossoming cherry tree, holding hands and leaning toward each other with intent. A strange, ugly emotion writhes just beneath his ribs as he huffs loudly and grumbles, “That’s not fair,” under his breath.

It startles him when one of them answers him.

“What’s not fair, Hades?”

He stiffens, arms still crossed as he shoots a half-panicked look at Andromeda. She is still sitting next to Hythlodaeus, still holding his hand, but she’s peeking at him curiously — and so is Hythlodaeus, concern etched into his features. 

Oops.

“I — nothing! It’s just — you two get to have your first kiss together, but I won’t get to have mine. You’ll have something together that — that I won’t have with you anymore. It’s not fair.”

That explanation feels wrong as he says it, but he doesn’t know what the right answer is. All he knows is that his ears and face burn and his chest feels full to bursting with… something. Something mean and angry.

Again, he doesn’t expect what happens next.

Andromeda thinks for only a moment, before she says, “Okay!”

He raises an eyebrow, glaring at her. “…okay?”

He nearly starts scurrying away when she clambers over to sit in front of him, Hythlodaeus following not too far behind. Both of them stop on their knees in front of him, and he leans farther back against the trunk of the tree as he eyes them suspiciously.

“…what?”

Hythlodaeus, at least, seems a little confused, too, because he looks at Andromeda expectantly. She shrugs and smiles, grabbing Hythlodaeus’s hand and holding her free hand out to Hades in offering.

“You’re right. It seems silly to exclude you. We’re all best friends, after all.”

Cautiously, he places his hand in hers. “So?”

Tugging so that he has to come closer, she offers him a bright grin. “So we’ll all be each other's' first kiss!”

He blinks. 

Hythlodaeus laughs. “Will that even work? Won’t it be silly?”

Andromeda just shrugs, shuffling closer to Hades and urging Hythlodaeus to follow. “Nah. I think it makes perfect sense. We all three love each other, and we’re all three best friends. Why would only two of us get to be each other’s first kiss? Hades is right — it’s not fair to him.”

It had been silly, looking back, but it is one of his most favorite memories. The nervous flutter of butterflies in his stomach — the tickle of his best friends’ breath when they both giggled against his lips — the lingering tingling on his lips when they both pulled away, giggling and blushing. He remembers that he’d been almost angrily flustered, covering his mouth and glaring at the ground as his whole face burned.

Ah, youth.

“Remind me how it went again?” Hades says, smiling sweetly at his girlfriend, who just laughs. 

“Gladly,” she murmurs, reaching out to curl her fingers under Hythlodaeus’s chin, nudging him closer until they can all three meet in the middle. 

It’s easier now, with years of experience between them. They all know how to kiss now, so it isn’t nearly as stiff and uncomfortable, though it is still a little silly. It’s not quite as perfect as kissing one of them at a time, but it doesn’t matter, the alcohol in his system making him feel a little less inclined to care about PDA as his lips press against theirs over and over again, until he is grinning too much to continue. 

When the kiss breaks and they return to their seats, his chest is lighter. Andromeda reaches for his hand again as Hythlodaeus spreads the menu out in front of him, leaning forward to continue his debate with Andromeda about what funnily named meal to get as if nothing had happened, only this time, with his calf pressed against Hades’s under the table, he’s including both of them in his discussion.

this is very much a WIP i have some other ideas for like... first of all running into my WoL and her friends but also just. the three of them learning how to be together again. learning how to move forward. i have ideas for so many scenes lol. hades waking up choking on tears and screams both to his loves and to an empty bed, because the two of them thought to let him sleep and now he doesn't know what is real and what was a dream. hythlodaeus and g'raha becoming instant bffs. hythlodaeus wrestling with the gap of knowledge he has compared to andromeda and hades. hades desperately not wanting to tell hythodaeus of the last 12000 years but knowing he needs to know. my WoL helping him break the news and also being like "he almost had me convinced it was right too." g'raha and hades being weird in-laws bc they are both in love with the same soul but there are two versions of her walking around now, the one hades knew and the one raha knows. ANYWAY UH. YEAH.

[ainzwel]

Yugioh Vrains but ZZZ AU!

Yusaku is a famous proxy in Den City known as Playmaker, his job is to guide people inside the Hollow (or sometimes just investigate the hollow). Using his Bangboo, he can enter the Hollow safely.

in this AU, Soulburner and Revolver's Avatars are their real appearance. so even they're not in the Hollow, they still look the same.

(I want to call Link Vrains is The Hollow, but for now I think I'll stick with the Hollow)

[artwolf19uwu]

Guys… what about #ZZZ and #Dannyphantom #au

Like except Danny didn’t turn to go ghost bUT he turned into a half Hollow sentient being. Team phantom becomes a proxy.

And Fenton works, becomes hollow scientist that research hollow beings. And hate proxy’s and what to know why people become hollow creatures.

Whoever is playing Zenless zone zero you know what I’m talking about?

Like I have story’s now..

Who wants in on this?

[aurae-rori]

For the ZZZ aventio au, would ratio use his alabaster head to disguise himself? Because most proxies don’t have the ability to sinc w/ a bangboo like belle and wise, so I assume they go into hollows with hollow raiders. (Also in nekomatas story quest your client is confused why just nekomata is there and no proxy until eous is pointed out to them)

nah, i'm probably going to give him the syncing ability due to the fact that when he was a prof, he used his alabaster head to disguise himself within classes. he's also a registered missing case in this au, so any hints towards his past life would immediately set pubsec off on him which he really won't want. i think he considered using his alabaster head to be a proxy but then realized this and then came up with the tech with eous x]

[alterwriting]

primary - in outer ring by default - au possible - he / him

* // lighter headcanons

I portray Lighter as an adult around the age of 27-29 years old.

The name "Lighter" actually is an alias he was given during his time as an underground boxer. Struggling with the loss of his friends, he had a major setback in his attempt of quitting smoking and was always flicking his lighter to calm his nerves. When becoming friends with the members of the Sons of Calydon, he considered changing it, but was reassured by the others that he did not have to change to fit into the group.

Lighter has a rigorous training schedule that starts early in the morning as soon as he gets up. It is crucial for him to stay in shape to be able to always face an opponent head on.

He always carries lemon drops with him to supress the urge to smoke. It took him quite some time to drop that habit even with his late friends' help. While he still carries a lighter with him, which he flicks open for a quite flame to appear, he then follows up with a piece of candy. The sourness helps him focus on something else. Besides, he did make a promise to quit without a fallback.

In his dreams he frequently revisits the site of the Hollow where his friends were killed by Ethereals due to his misjudgement. By now, he doesn't wake up drenched in sweat anymore, but rather simply turns around and closes his eyes again. Even though he may never be able to fully forgive himself, he is learning how to live with himself.

He actually is hemophobic, but also uses it as an excuse to wear his shades. It takes quite a lot of blood for him to faint, yet the sight of any bloof makes him nauseous. It is rare to see him without them, usually this privilege is limited to the inner circle of the Sons of Calydon as well as a special Proxy

Due to his past as an underground fighter, Lighter is very good at taking care of wounds and injuries. He himself was suffering under the survivor guilt and did not care much for how much he was beaten, technically punishing himself by not dodging punches.

Lighter actually is pretty good at cooking.

He is not a big fan of being indebted to someone he can't trust. He always repays his debt full as soon as possible and regardless how little the matter may be.

Sometimes he plays dumb to get under his opponent's skin, but he really is a bit forgetful. Names and birthdates specifically are a bit of an issue, much to Lucy's anger and disappointment.

As a mercenary, he became very experienced as a fighter. However, his group also accepted any other minor job to get through. Therefore, he has many very surprising talents.

Can't hold his liquor well, but is good at estimating how much he can drink before he has to stop. It's not worth being hungover and he also can't afford slacking off of his training.

Some of his old scars still hurt from time to time. He's not sure why, but he keeps pushing through the day each and every day.

[verdemoun]

Wait even Micah makes an exception to call Bessie 👀 can we hear about them and their relationship?

I always kinda imagined Micah would have a hard time with timewarping, he very much was a man shaped by his father and by the era, his sole goal was to survive, and by proxy whatever enabled that. I imagine he'd have had a hard time readjusting not only to the drastic changes, but also not having to constantly think about his next move yk

Yeah no Micah had a bad time timewarping.

Firstly, he died! He died and there was no consequences. Died and popped up in modern era. What is survival worth if death is seemingly not finite?

Second, he wasn't allowed a gun! This is magical modern au America with something resembling gun control. Whatever meager test he had to do to get a gun, he failed it. While Micah's infatuation with guns was very much linked to his overwhelming belief in survival, he also liked the power of a gun.

Third, Micah was weird with Dutch. He followed Dutch. He reunited with Dutch after Dutch walked away from him in Beaver Hollow. Why? Because he desperately wants something resembling family, and Dutch was part of whatever that meant to Micah. And his father was a piece of shit sure but Dutch shot him? Dutch took away everything Micah believed in only to indirectly warp him to a world where everything was ugly and foreign and he had nothing. And Dutch wasn't turning up for a while.

Fourth, the gang didn't immediately decide to trust Micah again. Can you imagine the anger the 1899 gang felt towards Micah? They didn't want anything to do with Micah! They were more than happy to let him walk into the woods unarmed and let him become a hermit, or die again of natural causes. Micah was the first 'bad guy' to timewarp and they hadn't really considered how they were going to deal with that. Micah was a traitor. What had the gang always done to traitors?

Bessie was not immune to the general anger the gang felt towards Micah but she was a self-made woman from the 1880s. She had to learn all about how the world had changed sociologically on her own. She had to unpack so many of her own issues. She wasn't going to let anyone go through that on their own.

She also had the bonus of being a historian. While a womens' history professor, she'd used to access at the university to research the gang in an attempt to figure out timewarp. She's read all their rap sheets. She knows Micah was only a boy when he committed his first murder alongside his father. She's read the few historians who are interested in the psychology of the Old West wonder if Micah Bell III, notorious outlaw, ever had a choice - if he ever knew life could be more than survival.

And she's just soft. She's a tough bitch who can fend for herself but give her a troubled outlaw who's that bit helpless and confused and she can handle the misdirected anger. So she helped him get his shitty trailer home, and sat at the table while he looked around the shipping-container sized building squinting suspiciously at the concept a permanent structure that was meant to be his private camp now.

It was almost like going through a foster kid cliche but with an adult man helping Micah adjust. He learned to drive faster than anyone else in the gang because sitting in 'camp' constantly was counter-productive to survival, and got a map so he could learn the layout of the area. Not having a gun meant he always needed escape routes. He kicked the windows out of his trailer.

Bessie would never say it because Hosea would kill her, but Micah without a gun really reminded her of teen Arthur. Just angry and scared and assuming everyone was out to get him. And Bessie is soft but she is no pushover. Micah make a comment like he used to with Grimshaw? She'll slap him. That doesn't mean she won't drop off leftovers and sit and try to make small-talk.

And Micah still has issues. He craves connection. Being completely isolated is counter-productive to survival. Bessie sets boundaries but she's for the most part more patient than he deserves and does what she can to teach him about modern era survival.

She helps him get a job so he can buy his dumb truck and takes him grocery shopping, teaches him about tracking money because Micah gave most of his money to the gang too in VDL days. He's not used to paying for things because he's always stolen what he needs. She buys him clothes and has to turn up to wash them because he is useless but little acts of kindness actually mean a hell of a lot to Micah.

He's still a brash pig at best most days but she notices the 'come near her and i'll fucking kill you' glares he gives people on the street because he's that little bit protective of his perceived family. And how awkward he sounds the first time he calls to ask about what the hell his frozen meal means when it says fan-forced oven.

Micah's sole goal, purpose, reason for being is still survival, because really what else is there? He still doesn't have anything to live for more than living for living's sake. Not pissing off Bessie supports survival. And maybe the little 'good work!' comments and praise when he does the bare minimum like actually putting clothes in a laundry basket completely alter his brain chemistry because he's never received praise for something that wasn't directly linked to criminal or gang activity.

So yes Micah makes an effort to talk to Bessie and sometimes when he's feeling more lonely and isolated than usual he knows Bessie will always answer.

[foofenshmirtz]

My version of the slender forest/ creepypasta universe

Everything in this is fiction, the names and characters said in this universe aren't mine unless said otherwise and nothing is canon. Everything is just my interpretation and purely for entertainment purposes.  Please also forgive any spelling or grammer errors this is all just a summary of my au and not a full written story yet.

In this Au non of the creepypasta characters live in a fancy mansion or anything like that, but most do reside along in similar woods.

 In my interpretation of the woods everything takes place in the Appalachian mountains (Alabama, Georgia, Kentucky, Maryland, Mississippi, New York, North Carolina, Ohio, Pennsylvania, South Carolina, Tennessee, and Virginia, and all of West Virginia.)

The logic behind this is because of all the paranormal sightings, cult activity, and murders that have happened over the years along these trails and states, and its unrealistic to think that all these creatures and murders would resided in such close proximity of each other, but i do still think they would interact or at least know each other due to the portals and pathways around these woods.  

Much like the similar (and real, yet its speculated if actually haunted) goatman's bridge in Texas, these woods have many portals along the trees which can be used to access different parts of the forest. These portals are often hard to find but have markers that help the creatures and criminals living in the area help navigate the mountains and forests with ease. 

Along many of the trees there are the slender pages that help indicate to residents where these portals are and also try and help scare hikers or any other passersby away from the portals or the deep sections of the woods.  

The proxies in this Au have the job of patrolling the woods, killing and getting rid of anyone unwelcomed, and keeping slendermans pages up near the portals. There are around 11 proxies but there are around 3 different types of proxies. (hollowed, agents and revenants)

The Hollowed are proxies who have almost no conscience and act rather animalistic, attacking anything in sight and act more like zombies than humans. They seem more skinny and tend to look like they are decaying and slowly dying. They often roam the woods looking for victims, and don't seem to care much about anything other than eating. The hollowed can be seen near caves or just around roaming the woods, attacking hikers and feeding on the bodies to stay alive, though most hollowed don't live long. They are the proxies who couldn't handle the mind control and went too insane to keep any of their original personalities, now just being used as an extra layer of protection to keep normal humans away from the portals.

Agents are a lot more human than the hollowed in the sense that they have feelings, interests, and a sense of their past, though most of their passions revolve around being a proxy. These are loyal followers who aren't fully in the head to understand what they are doing is wrong. Agents are loyal dogs who often act animalistic and don't question why, they do as they are told and when they are told to do so. Agents do a lot of stalking and cleaning up, they help keep the forest somewhat clean and decent around the borders so as to not alert authorities. They mostly hide bodies and are the ones who make the signs for the portals and put them up in areas that are needed. These proxies are quick and look mostly human but aren't typically seen during the day.

Revenants are the scariest of the proxies, these are the ones who are harder to kill, are faster than most humans and seem to have faster regeneration nor do they seem to age. These proxies do have feelings, passions, interests, and goals but have a clouded memory and are typically ruthless with their kills. They do what they need to do and they get the job done quickly and oftentimes messily. These proxies are often in charge of everything though are mostly on patrol duty, walking around the forests looking for hikers or anyone who doesn't belong, or making sure none of the portals close or are disturbed. If faced with one of these proxies there is a very low chance you will make it out alive.

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The Good, The Bad, and The Alternative (515450 words) by Madam_Melon_Meow, sarcasticcelery

Chapters: 39/? Fandom: Homestuck Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Nepeta Leijon/Equius Zahhak, Sollux Captor/Aradia Megido, Eridan Ampora & Feferi Peixes, Kanaya Maryam & Dave Strider, Rose Lalonde & Rose's Mom | Beta Roxy Lalonde, Dave's Bro | Beta Dirk Strider & Dave Strider, Beta Kids & Beta Trolls, Jade Harley & Rose's Mom | Beta Roxy Lalonde, Dad Egbert & John Egbert, Kanaya Maryam/Vriska Serket, Eridan Ampora/Dave Strider Characters: John Egbert, Rose Lalonde, Dave Strider, Jade Harley, Becquerel (Homestuck), Kanaya Maryam, Vriska Serket, Karkat Vantas, Terezi Pyrope, Aradia Megido, Tavros Nitram, Sollux Captor, Gamzee Makara, Eridan Ampora, Feferi Peixes, Nepeta Leijon, Equius Zahhak, Virgin Mother Grub (Homestuck), Vriska's Lusus, Gl'bgolyb (Homestuck), Dad Egbert, Rose's Mom | Beta Roxy Lalonde, Dave's Bro | Beta Dirk Strider, Aurthour (Homestuck), The Condesce (Homestuck), Serenity (Homestuck) Additional Tags: inspired by Kim Harrison’s The Hollows, Alternate Universe - Urban Fantasy, Humanstuck, Alternate Universe - No Sburb Session, Human Lusii (Homestuck), Alternate Universe - Post-Apocalypse, Demigods, Vampires, multi POV: all beta trolls & humans, The Horrorterrors (Homestuck), Non-Abusive Dave's Bro | Beta Dirk Strider, Long Lost/Secret Relatives, Violence, Magic, Aged-Up Character(s), the kids and trolls range between 16 and 20, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Vriska Serket has PTSD, Memory Loss, Scars, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Plot Twists, Unreliable Narrator, Rose Lalonde and Dave Strider Are Not Related, Skaianet Laboratories, beta guardians are not alpha kids and troll parents are not ancestors, monsterstuck, Break Up, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Ship Tags Will Update As They Become Relevant, Good Person Gamzee Makara, Suicide Attempt by Proxy, Dissociation, Victim Blaming, Abusive Parents, sexually active teenagers, Underage Drinking Series: Part 1 of Monsterstuck: Suburban Catastrophe Summary: Three years ago, on John Egbert's birthday, the world ended. Three years ago, Jade Harley and Vriska Serket vanished alongside billions of others. Three years ago, the apocalypse arrived, transforming everything and revealing much that was hidden to those who remained. Three years ago, the meteors (mostly!) missed Houston, and that's where John's headed today. In Houston, Rose Lalonde searches for washed-up traces of magic, warily overseen by Kanaya and her old friend Dave. In Texas, the newly dubbed "alternatives" maintain a newfound alliance with the humans they saved--and a wary truce with the Hunter forces that once kept all these creatures of fable and fairytale a secret from the world of man. And here, in Houston, the world is about to change once again. An urban fantasy monsterstuck AU featuring the beta kids, beta trolls, and their guardians. Updates every other Weekend!

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Axl Bangboo! AxxBoo???

So in this AU, the Maverick Hunters are a Gov organization, who were all reploids working in deep deep deep hollow, maybe on the moon's hollow so they were not known to normal citizen. Anyways, the trio were on mission, Axl was hit and woke up in a Bangboo body, then he came to the proxy asking for help looking for his parents (X and Zero who else?)

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Thinking about The Proxy AU and its offshoots...

While I first made this AU with the idea of an empty robot with nothing else, thus the tag for "Hollowed Proxy AU" Now that I'm attached to the dynamic of Proxy and Kitty as well as the plethora of possibilities Sentient Proxy provides, "Sentient Proxy AU" as a tag is starting to become rather redundant. Though Proxy does start off as being rather blank until it starts to slowly become its own person.

Meanwhile, unfortunately "The Redeemed and Fallen Proxy AU" scenario isn't canon in my mind. Vox is sadly not accidentally redeemed and still alive in Heaven in The Canon Proxy AU.

It personally just doesn't fit my vision for this AU and there's no logical way I can convince my autistic mind that Vox could've been redeemed with the actions he had made prior to his permanent death into nonexistence.

Vox did not become a better person for sacrificing himself to save Alastor when that's something he would've always done.

For all the evil that he has commited and the rot that coats his soul, he still has that small kernel of goodness he reserves for those he loves and cares about. His family.

But that single act doesn't repent for all the evil he has made when that was something he would've always done.

He didn't change for the better- and thus, he did not redeem himself.

A part of the story of The Proxy AU would be handling that grief, and the eventuality of having to fully face that grief.

(Even though I cannot promise I can fully touch on that in my posts/writings since I doubt I have the energy to write an actual fanfic)

To have Vox actually/secretly be alive in Canon Proxy AU defeats that purpose.

But just because he's gone doesn't mean that he's forgotten nor has fully faded into nonexistence.

When there's still people around that carry the memories of him, even beyond the void.