#severance au

[hypfden]

The what if story

“Two rivals sitting in a frozen time space, 5 feet apart because their lesbian friend felt really guilty !!!!”

Aka “Severance”

When Allura was still learning how to use her alchemy correctly she never knew how to use it safely. When Lance died in that blast she was only unable to scrape bits and pieces of his quintessence back into his body. Functionally Lance's body was still alive and breathing but with what little quintessence in his body Allura had to essentially use him as a puppet. He still was sentient but barely able to keep up the fight otherwise he was nothing but a mere empty husk with no life in it.

Through guilt and voltron she kept puppeteering; the only people who caught on were Coran and Lotor. She knew Coran wouldn't tell anyone else, it would devastate the team and they could not form Voltron. Lotor on the other hand tried to find a way to try and fix Lance. Eventually this came to an end after he died in the quintessence rift. No one else could know.

She never knew that the rest of lance’s quintessence was in the red lion and by the time she had even thought about it, it was already too late. The lions had already dispersed into the universe, probably never to be seen again until another calamity. Lance would never be restored and she would live with that guilt.

At nights when she would cry on him begging for forgiveness in not restoring him properly. Some nights she debated on ending his life just so he could be free. She took a knife to his throat, he lay motionless as his dull blue eyes stared at her. She could never bring herself to do it anyway. She didn't have enough time to retract the knife from his neck when Keith came into the room. And before she could even explain herself she was knocked down.

Keith asked what was wrong with her and looking at Lance's unmoving body he thought the worse. She had no choice but to save herself. Keith knew now. The next thing Allura saw was Keith’s body collapsing to the floor as romelle stood behind him with a broken glass bottle. They both shared a glance and slowly took both Keith and Lance and stored them in cryo pods. She hid them beneath the castle which she put under protection. In a cruel form of protection she made sure that no one would be able to open the cryo pods until one of the voltron lions returned.

So they stayed there frozen in time for the foreseeable future.

End?

(Badly written??? Yeah it is someone please add to it so i have more influence to draw more :))) ill take anything by this point)

[unrelatabledude]

Hey there, honey bee. Who are you? Unknown, unknown, Osaka, unknown, unknown. That's a perfect score.

[oklotea]

Completely out of context severance trolls au doodles...... Beware the lack of polish

[indigosunsetao3]

Finally started Severance. I’m on on episode 1 but I have thoughts.

Like what if our 141 boys were ‘severed’? They come home beat to fuck, new scars, pain in places they can’t even fathom. But they can’t remember how they got them. Just a note thanking them for a job well done, apologies for the lingering pains after the ‘accident’, and don’t forget to report in two weeks.

They don’t know one another outside of work. At all. All four are complete strangers to one another; they wouldn’t even second glance at one another in the grocer.

But man, that guy across the street looks so familiar, though he won’t talk to Johnny. Won’t even wave when Johnny tries to be neighborly.

The guy who runs by every morning waves back, as any polite person would, as he keeps going around the corner. But Johnny swears he knows him from somewhere. The grin is so nostalgic it’s like a punch to the gut, but the feeling fades just as quickly.

And if the guy that keeps nagging him about the trash bins doesn’t let up, Johnny will deck him in the jaw. Right where he knows it will hurt the most since it had been shattered….when, when was it shattered? And how does he know that? He doesn’t even know the man’s name.

Johnny’s not sure why this time it’s different when he gets home from work, but he’s remembering such unsettling things. Maybe it has something to do with the new starburst scar by his temple and the raging headaches.

[psygull-arts]

guy who wants his work to have some kind of higher purpose takes a job where he can never know what he's doing

(obligatory song link)

[theghostthatwrites]

okay okay, I actually am writing now… it’s a Mandela Catalogue AU fic. It will be based off of the show ‘Severence’. The plot will be similar with some tweeks to fit the tmc plot and characters better. This is just a rough draft of a few character overviews, they are subject to change as some character stories overlap between the two series. Here’s my list for who will be like who

Overview for the characters:

Adam M. wakes up on a long office table, frustrated with confusion as an amateur voice speaks on an intercom. He wanted to forget the tragedy of his mother, now he starts fresh with an office job at Alternate Sources sifting out ‘scary’ shapes. But does he even want this? Was this ever for him? Maybe someone will help, outside.

Sarah H. just got promoted to office manager after Thatcher D. left work permanently. She’s a bit awkward and has her work set out for her with Adam M. and his attempts to leave.

Jonah M. seems to be the office comedic relief. He buddies up with Adam M. and spills his little theories about why they do this and what his ‘outie’ is like, but at the first sign of danger he dashes like prey. He doesn’t want to be hurt.

Thatcher D. former Alternate Sources employee was removed due to being ‘disgruntled’. Outside, he has flashes of his Inside life, confusing hallucinations, though he remembers both lives and wants to uncover what’s been going on.

Mark H. manages the well-being of the workers, helping them when they have feelings of distress. He doesn’t get to go home at the end of the day like the others. Adam, Sarah, Jonah, and Eve all have outside lives, but Mark has nothing. He has a resemblance to Sarah H. but there’s a million people with round faces and brown hair so who’s to speculate?

Evelin M. works with Jonah, Sarah, and now Adam. She follows the A.S. handbook to a T…most of the time. The world inside and outside of Alternate Sources is not black and white. Evelin tries to keep the balance with the strange air about the workspace that came about when Adam M. arrived.

[fencecollapsed]

ok so obv alice isnt a fan of the severance procedure her dad is doing, but what does pete think of ted getting severed?

I think Pete is pretty indifferent towards it. it's not something he plans on doing himself, but he figures Ted's an adult, it's not his business

Alice has an added personal bitterness towards the whole thing on top of being opposed to the concept, because Bill says he did it so he could be more "present". he made it about her, when she never asked him to do it. the solution he chose to their problems was to chop his consciousness in half instead of actually facing them, and expected she would be happy about it

Pete, on the other hand, knows Ted getting severed had nothing to do with him. I imagine Ted's pretty upfront that he took the job because it pays well, he has the right qualifications, and he likes the idea of getting paid without consciously doing anything. it's a cushy, easy gig, and now he can focus on the important things (getting laid). that's what he claims at least, but regardless of any facade it has nothing to do with Pete or their relationship and everything to do with himself, so Pete has way less reason to be personally affronted by it

as it stands currently I doubt Pete thinks about it much unless someone else brings it up. I would like for Pete to appear in a coming installment of my fic though, and his opinion could very well change 👀

[marrow-and-bone]

Fic: you don’t know how you got here (you just know you want out)

I wrote a fic for the @dtqkbigbang! What better way to inaugurate this Tumblr, yeah?

Title: you don’t know how you got here (you just know you want out) Rating: M Words: 16K Fandom: DSMP Ships: Quackity/Schlatt, Quackity/Wilbur, Quackity/Karl/Sapnap

Summary:

Like every other severed employee of DSMP Inc, Alex exists as two different people, who share the same body but know nothing about each other. Every morning when he goes to work, Alex becomes Quackity, and until now he’s been content to leave his other life a mystery.

But then late one night in a diner parking lot, Alex is confronted by a strange older man with mutton chop sideburns and alcohol on his breath, whom Alex can’t remember having met before but who clearly recognizes him, who calls him “Quackity” and tells him they’ve been lied to. And less than five minutes later, that man is lying dead on the ground.

Notes:

Mind the tags!!!!! This is a weird one!! Q is not having a great time!

I'm also planning to expand on it, so if you enjoy what's been posted so far, definitely keep an eye out for more. :3

Preview:

Alex needs to stop doing this. 

He’s gonna get a formal reprimand if he keeps missing his clock-in window at work — it’s the one part of his job description he’s really responsible for, and warnings keep turning up in his locker, polite anonymous form letters printed on plain white paper. And probably the worst that would ever happen is a ding to his end-of-year bonus, but Alex isn’t gonna risk it. He needs this job – this job in particular, with all its peculiarities, with all the ways it keeps him sane. He needs to be standing in the office elevator no later than nine fifteen tomorrow morning. He should already be in bed right now. 

Instead, he’s alone in a booth at McPuffy’s at one in the morning, nursing a bad-idea coffee with a notebook open in front of him, pretending like maybe he’ll work on his music if he stares at the blank page a little bit longer. He’s primed for a singer-songwriter era right now, after all — if being dumped by one fiance is great material, then two should be a goldmine. And maybe it would be, if he ever let himself think deeply about where he’s ended up — about the cold bed he’ll go home to tonight, or the empty apartment he’ll wake up in, or the rings that sit wrapped in a handkerchief at the bottom of his nightstand drawer. If he sat with how any or all of that felt, maybe he’d be the musician his mama always believed he could be.

But that’s not the choice he’s made, is it? That’s not the road he decided to take.

Funny, how people will judge you if you get blackout drunk every night as a way to cope…but if it’s your job that swallows your days, that strangles the part of you that feels much of anything at all, that’s fine. That’s capitalism, baby. That’s the system working as it should.

Alex doesn’t need to ask his waitress for the check. He gets the same thing every damn time, and he tips the same way — an empty coffee cup and a few crumbs of toast left on his plate, a ten dollar bill pinned under the salt shaker. There’s only one other customer, and he doesn’t look up as Alex takes his coat down from its hook. No one looks at Alex at all as he leaves, and he tells himself that’s how he likes it. 

He’s alone because he wants to be. He chose this for himself.

The night air is a shock — cold in a way that makes all the muscles of his back seize up. He’s already got his keys in hand, tucked into his coat pocket as he walks between pools of streetlight. 

Later, Alex won’t really remember what he was thinking about — probably hoping his car will start, or wondering if he should stop at the all-night pharmacy to buy more melatonin. He’s on auto-pilot, after all, normal thoughts for a normal night, variations on a bone-deep familiar theme.

Alex won’t remember what he was thinking, but he’ll remember the exact moment his night went off the rails; the pivot on which his life would turn.

Someone coughs, wet and painful-sounding and loud as a gunshot in the silent parking lot. There’s a rasp of gravel and asphalt under a heavy shoe.

Alex stops and turns toward the sound, his body humming with fresh adrenaline. He’s small and tired and alone. He calculates how long it would take him to reach his car; he slots his keys between his fingers, makeshift spikes on a fist he hopes he will not have to use.

A figure steps out from behind a pickup truck, stumbling forward into the light. A man, easily twice Alex’s size and at least a head taller – even stooped and shambling like this – leans heavily on the truck as he shuffles closer. He’s coatless and hatless, dressed only in a rumpled suit and a stained white cotton shirt, a cardinal necktie hanging loose around his neck, his dark hair and mutton chop sideburns heavily salted with gray. Even from here — at least ten feet away — Alex can smell that he’s been drinking. He reeks of whiskey and vomit.

Alex’s grip tightens on his keys. His voice is too high — too obviously scared — as he asks, “Can I help you with something?”

The man’s sharp bark of laughter dissolves into more coughing, and he wheezes as he catches his breath. There’s a smirking chuckle in his voice as he says, in a rough-throated rasp, “Jesus Christ, Quackity…you took your fucking time in there, you little shit.”

[porosenoksposts]

severance au where everything is the same but lumon offices are half-flooded for some reason (do not ask questions. all is kier)

***

dylan: look! those are the coolest ones. they are giving you paper boats if you complete 95%

helly: can't you make them by yourself?

dylan: well i can but why do that if someone can make them for you

***

mark: helly you really shouldn't be doing this. sit normally. it's ok to have your legs wet.

helly: no.

mark: your back will hurt tomorrow.

helly: i don't care.

mark: mr milchick will get angry.

helly: can't hear you.

mark: helly, please.

helly: there's water in my ears i think. can't hear you.

***

irving: mark, i believe helly needs a demonstration. i volunteer.

mark: for the love of god irving put your shoes back on.

irving: but this is how kier intended for us to work. he said, helly, that we are all connected. metaphorically, but also very literally. through water.

helly: i think im going to be sick.

***

helly: are those pages supposed to... look like this?

dylan: like shit? yeah.

***

mark: mr milchick wears a swimming west. nobody knows why.

dylan: its a swimming west so its obviously for swimming. i think its also bulletproof.

irving: he wears it so he will not drown when the water rises.

helly: it rises?

[the-haunted-office]

For those unfamiliar with Severance, here is the trailer! I'm working on an AU of this for Thursday. So much of the lore in this show fits in with lore I already have for her in my main verse, it just works out so perfectly. 👁

[psygull]

i'm really invested in that hws severance au actually so here's the playlist i made for it

[lighttailoring]

in an attempt to get me to actually finish writing pls have a selection from the Keero Severance AU Moodboard™️

[oklotea]

I think my favorite pass time in the world is coming up with the most soul crushing aus to put Dickory through. Why do I do this so often.

Also yeah it's a human au!

[frnkieroismydaddy]

My husband was extraordinary

My husband was allergic to nutmeg

And when he sneezed, he always sneezed twice

My husband liked other people's dogs

My husband thought cats could steal souls

I loved all these things about him

Equally

[deepwater-abyss]

Chapter 4 is up baby

[canisalbus]

✦ Fashionably late ✦