AU HEMISPHERE

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[auslinginnhogtyin]

indie semi-selective OC rp blog for the many AU’s branching off of my main blog (@gunslinginnhogtyin). multiverse & multiship friendly. mature themes (18+) only please!

RULES. // KID!VERSE. // 80’s ROCKSTAR VERSE. // MODERN FARMER VERSE. // SAD N’ SASSY—SUPERMARKET AU.

[auslinginnhogtyin]

A fun idea @ssnowbunnii and @eerieeyedleveret came up with—a continuation of the story for the Supermarket AU where Bunni starts her own business and Artair follows her. Work conditions are MUCH better at the Hungry Bunni.

Sterling ( @deductiions ) is still a detective, choosing to apply for a position at her store UNDERCOVER so he can dig around for information about the misdeeds happening within this industry. Since Artair and Bunni are former employees at Sad n’ Sassy, he’s getting first hand intel and gathering proper evidence for shutting the place down for good! In the midst of doing so, he’s also chasing thief’s away and taking his position as a supermarket employee a bit too seriously. No thief is safe from his watchful eye and no box of product will be left unstocked.

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Butch Miller when his employees retaliate towards his shitty behaviour and subsequently finally get fed up and leave him to start their own business.

Inspiration below:

By usedsoil on TikTok.

[auslinginnhogtyin]

Supermarket AU similar the Farm AU where Butch inherited his fathers farm after he died but then sold it and decided to open up his own business with the inheritance money. Brainstormed this AU with @eerieeyedleveret and @ssnowbunnii after playing some supermarket simulator and deciding it would be more fun to do in character together since they added multiplayer in a new update!

Butch is the Michael Scott of managers which means he sucks at his job, not a business man or savvy with numbers in the slightest considering he never even finished the 6th grade, Artair and Bunni essentially carry his business for him. He’s a manic and semi-functioning alcoholic with good intentions that always seem to fall flat as he’s incredibly impulsive and somewhat selfish with his decisions. It’s a wonder he’s even been able to keep his employees.

He and Bunni often butt heads and it’s not uncommon for him to have his ass handed to him after overstepping either by treating someone unfairly or talking down on them without realizing it. Meanwhile, Artair recognizes that Butch is just incredibly ignorant and seems to have some sympathy for him but that can only go so far when his actions affect others so severely.

He hasn’t had his building inspected and there is most certainly a gas leak causing things to appear… not as they seem. Random shelves appearing, boxes being moved and stuck in places they aren’t supposed to be and the like. It’s something he adamantly DENIES is happening as he would rather reserve his funds for other things rather than spending it on an inspection.

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"Y'got us smoothies? Well shoot, that's mighty kind'f ya--uh." Butch pauses and his smile fades the moment he sets his sights on the beverages, particularly the pink straws.

"Nevermind. I don' want no girly straw in mah drink."

[remakesihavetoremake-deactivate]

i love angry women theyre right

[dogpuppy]

[auslinginnhogtyin]

Butch is this verse is something of a demonic nature (becoming one) but doesn't quite realize it, as he made a deal with Darlene upon being plucked and foisted into the spotlight. One that he didn’t realize at the time would cost him more than his sanity and comfort.

Darlene is very much still a witch and working her way up in the music industry to gain more power and influence. What better way to do that than with a talented rockstar under your thumb? And even more, a charmed one. Even though Butch is pretty talented already, the spell Darlene has put on him allows him to sound even more enticing when playing music or singing. Much like a siren, it’s compelling and almost magical --but not something overt that audiences would pick up on.

Darlene’s spell is almost like a talent enhancer that enamors whatever audience Butch is playing for at the time. Not only does it cause a wave of interest that draws in more attention but it compels people to talk about the performances to spread the word so Butch becomes an even bigger name and in turn, so does Darlene as his agent.

Butch is far from the first person she’s done this with, having chewed up and spit out a number of talents once they’re no longer useful to her. i.e, having succumbed to the fate her spell has inflicted. It’s effects differ from person to person but it all leads to the same end. Essentially it gradually drains them of their will to live, stifling their motivation and love of creating. If you have enough fight in you, you will live long enough to become a super natural being damned to a life of isolation, unable to show your face in public ever again. If not, well—you might just end things yourself.

[marisswaggerton]

”fatherless behavior” actually he was there and that’s quite literally the whole problem

[teufelsaugenn]

For as light of a sleeper as he could be on his worst nights, even Caesar was capable of falling victim to those heavy, unexpected naps that could just creep up out of nowhere sometimes. But surely just a little rest couldn't have hurt, Richard was out playing after all and Mistria had proven itself to be a pretty damn safe place so far.

But for a sleep as deep as this was, all of the banging and yelling did (eventually...) manage to wake him with a start. Panic grips him briefly, limbs locking in close and tight to his body, but as he fully comes to it fades. Right, he's here, and the voices-- they're familiar. But why..?

No one would ever expect a man as big as Caesar to be able to move as silently as he does. There should be so much giving him away, a stray creak of a floorboard, a shuffling, anything. But no, Caesar is a hunter at his core; if he didn't want to be heard then he wouldn't be. And in fact he makes a silent accent up the stairs to Richard's room, right behind Butch-- and suddenly a hand has gripped the back of the man's overalls, and lifted him clean off the ground. He's turned to face Caesar, who looks deeply unamused and, honestly, a little bit scary.

"Would you like to explain t' me just what the hell you're doin', breakin' into my house and yellin' at my boy?"

[heartscarred]

Richard's voice is very muffled through the door, but his tone is somehow all the more scathing, perhaps in his effort to be loud and audible.

"Large words from a man who's teeth could function as a coin slot!" The sneer is easy to hear on his face, before the tone switches entirely to address Caesar's sudden appearance. He sounds sweet as a sugar syrup and pleasant as pie. "Oh, hello daddy! I see you've met the intruder! He's threatened to pop my head off, you know!"

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"Watch yer damn--!!!"

Butch is cut off abruptly and his eyes grow wide the moment he feels someone grab onto the back of his overalls and suddenly, his feet leave the floor. He hadn't heard a sound behind him! The sandy blonde feels himself shift mid-air, coming face to face with Caeser and surprise slowly gives way to a nervous grin that crawls across his lips. A forced laugh escapes him then.

"Bahahah-- Oh—it’s, ahah! S’a funny story really… errr…see, that lil' goblin--i mean angel-- stole one'f mah chickens an' ran off with 'er. Y-Ya prob'ly already know but there's a competition goin' on t'day in town square a-an she's ain't been judged yet. I'm only here t'get 'er back is all, hah...." The farmer explains, having curled in on himself some under that menacing gaze. His own gaze avoids meeting Caesar’s, atleast until he has something to add.

“Oh an, jus’ so y’know—I didn’t break in. Th’ window was left open.”

[auslinginnhogtyin]

(Richard @lionheartair ! )

"I have heard pumpkin is good for some animals, like dogs. So I thought you would like one. But one that's better than all the ones in your pumpkin patch, obviously! I grew this one myself, and it is of the highest quality."

Richard produces a pumpkin from behind his back and holds it out to Butch with a dainty sniff. It is the smallest pumpkin one may have ever seen. It is clearly full grown, but barely big enough to fit two hands.

Richard puffs his chest and speaks with confidence he certainly shouldn't have. "It would make a delightful jack o lantern, yes?"

🎃—invite my muse to carve a pumpkin with yours! // @lionheartair

Butch isn’t entirely sure what to make of lil’ Richie’s comment (was it supposed to be an insult?), but somehow the gesture itself is sweet. He had grown the pumpkin himself and he was… giving it to him. That was odd, a little suspicious even considering how bratty Richard tended to be towards him. Even still, the child appears far too proud of himself for it to give him the idea that something has been done to it to sabotage him in some way. Besides, this was a kid, not some evil mastermind.

The farmers eyes fall to the pumpkin and he takes in its small and wrinkly appearance, a smile growing on his face. He can’t even find it in himself to tease Richard about how ugly it is even if it is a distant impulse.

“Well that’s jus’ ‘bout th’ cutest punkin I ever did see!” Butch says, leaning over to get a closer look at it. “An’ ya grew it all by yerself? Color me ‘mpressed—I didn’t know ya’ll were talented with growin’ veggies!” A hand moves to ruffle at the small blondes hair affectionately.

“I’d say it’d make a mighty fine jack o’ lantern, kiddo. But I kinda wanna show ya my punkin’s too, even if ya do got me beat.” He adds that last bit with a playful wink, deciding to have pity on the child’s pumpkin for now.

[abunchofrpmemes]

Send 🎃 To Invite My Muse To Carve A Pumpkin With Yours

[cataleyatakahashi]

This farm, small and nestled away in the wilderness, is far from new but had been abandoned long enough that even some of the locals forgot it existed. And while it still requires a lot of work, Shunran has been diligently clearing away debris to make way for his future crops.

However, he's been so busy with this that he's neglected to go out and introduce himself to everyone. And that includes this stranger.

Startled by the sudden shouting, Shunran turns abruptly to see who's there. At his side, his Shiba Inu pup, Yukio, barks as loudly as he can.

"...I, uh.... Hold on..." He sets down his shovel and bends down to pick up his dog in hopes that it'll calm the little guy down. "H-Hey, there! I moved in at the start of the season as part of the town's initiative to revitalize some of the old farms. I'm Shunran Delatorre. Nice to meet you!" Stepping forward, he holds out a hand for the other to shake.

At first glance, he looks like a bookish guy with his glasses, but he's dressed for this kind of work and seems to have some muscle on him. Still, he's clearly a bit tired and sweaty from what he was just doing.

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Butch accepts that hand albeit with a bit of hesitation, making sure his grip is a little more than firm and that the shake is curt. It’s difficult to hide his mild annoyance with the fact that the town was seemingly bringing in folks from all over to help with something he felt he had completely under control (even if it isn’t entirely true). He may have been here his whole life and a major resource for the town but the recent catastrophe had set them back years in both supplies and damages. He was just too stubborn to accept it.

This man in particular didn’t look much like the farming type, aside from his rather built form, and Butch makes his judgement a little too obvious by sizing him up, blue eyes looking him up and down more than once.

“Shunran? That’s a weird name. I’m Butch. Can’t say we needed much help ‘round here… but ah, yer farm’s a mess.” It’s said rather bluntly and a huff escapes him, “So, f’ya need someone t’show ya th’ ropes, my farm ain’t but a skip, hop, n’ jump ‘way from here.” He informs the man and despite his tone, his intentions are pure. His hard eyes soften some, however, at the sight of the dog in his arms—something he had probably missed due to the sudden spike of furious thoughts swarming his mind. He leans down a little so that he’s eye to eye with the canine, a fond smile stretching at his lips.

“What ‘bout this lil’ feller? What’s his name? He sure is cute!”

Butch’s own companion, his cow, is some ways away, still treating herself to the overgrowth of grass closer to the entrance of Shunran’s farm. She hasn’t a care in the world!

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This version of Butch also has a drinking problem and he’s very functional while intoxicated. He’s a happy drunk so he’s more likely to do farm work with a smile on his face, enjoying the physical labor that comes with it. It’s not uncommon for him to pass out in his barn while surrounded by his animals. It feels more like home than his actual house afterall.

[auslinginnhogtyin]

Butch has a garden on his property where he grows a number of his mothers favorite flowers and plants. In a way, it’s a memorial for her and when he gets especially stressed or sad, it’s where he goes to decompress, to get lost in memories of a better time.

[heartscarred]

"Nobody's home!" Richard responds like the clever child he always is when Butch beats his fist against the door. He scrambles up all the same, clutching Josie closer to his chest. The last thud is particularly loud, but he doesn't trust Butch to have given up quite so easy. Not when he's so stubborn about every little thing.

So instead, he waits. And the second that window rattles, he knows--- Caesar leaves it open sometimes when he cooks, and the latch doesn't work anymore. It's a pain to levee the thing open even for his father, but it is a window of opportunity for Butch, and one he can't rightly stop.

"I can't hear you! And I don't speak stupid even if I could! I'd need a fluent translator for you!" He barks at Butch, but he's already rushing up the stairs to the second floor in a tumble of limbs. There's a deadbolt on that level for his own privacy that Caesar had installed, so if he's up there in his playroom, he'll be perfectly safe from Butch. And Josie will be as well!

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In truth, Butch doesn’t plan on throttling the child, as tempted as he may be. All he wants to do is grab his chicken and get the hell out of here. He’s far too stubborn and one track minded to even consider that the kids parent could be home so he proceeds in his ascent through the window. Richard seems anything but responsive to his threatening countdown, one he unfortunately feels as though will never reach three. Still, he continues.

“….Two an’ three quarters!” He catches sight of the kid racing up the stairs and hurries to move inside, nearly toppling in and onto the floor but catching himself at the last minute. Butch huffs at his words, grimacing as his boot reaches the carpet. He sure was a lot of talk for a little brat running for his life!

“Pffft—tch, I—-yer… stupid! An’ annoyin!” He shoots back lamely, unable to come up with a more witty retort on the fly. “An’ I’d need a translator fer—fer—y’know what? Shut up! Yer legs’re tiny and yer head is big!” He’s none the wiser to any sort of lock on the kids door because—why the hell would there be? His own privacy was never respected as a kid so it’s certainly something he’s not anticipating.

[auslinginnhogtyin]

Butch is very repressed when it comes to his sexuality and relationships. He was sheltered and unlike OG Butch, he didn’t get out of his abusive situation and wasn’t able to experience life and fly off the handle like he does in the main verse.

Butch has attraction to both men and women, though he’s been raised to believe that he’s only allowed to be attracted to women so he overcompensates by being extra flirty and helpful when it comes to ladies. When men or nonbinary folk make moves on him, he’s more likely to shy away and easily fluster. He’s a hypocrite however and on rare occasions, when he recognizes an attractive man or a member of the lgbtq+, he may make some moves but justify it in a way that makes sense in his mind that it’s not gay. This goes without saying, he has had experiences with both men and women alike, though he’d never talk about doing things with a man or anyone queer leaning, usually in those cases he was more than likely under the influence but felt great shame afterwards for indulging in his true desires.