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I haven't been posting or promoing stuff on Tumblr as much these days, but I'm trying to be a bit more active and the Holloweane Reverse AU kinda started on here so :)
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
In one universe, Darlene Holloway made a deal for power and the world forgot her. In another, it was Duke Keane who made the deal, and only *his* world that forgot him. Yet, if time has shattered once, what's to stop it happening again? What's to stop it from getting put back together *wrong*?
(Aka tragedy + tragedy might not balance out entirely but might make things better all the same)
I haven't been posting or promoing stuff on Tumblr as much these days, but I'm trying to be a bit more active and the Holloweane Reverse AU kinda started on here so :)
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
In one universe, Darlene Holloway made a deal for power and the world forgot her. In another, it was Duke Keane who made the deal, and only *his* world that forgot him. Yet, if time has shattered once, what's to stop it happening again? What's to stop it from getting put back together *wrong*?
(Aka tragedy + tragedy might not balance out entirely but might make things better all the same)
I'm currently trying to finish some of my long-form WIPs, but I just received two TGCF prompts that I'll work on once I do. Problem being, I'm indecisive đ So, to any folks out there who might be interested in TGCF fic...
Which prompt should I fill first?
Alternate firs- er. secon- hm. "first" meeting, via HuaLian body-swap
Wu Ming ascends at Lang-Er Bay too; Xie Lian stays in Heaven as a result
Here is a Summary for a story I will probably never write.
Inspired by âThe Colour Greenâ by starpirate @aether-wasteland-s and âBye-ya, Darlinâ by SerpentCountess. @scripted-downfall Both are amazing and you really should read them.)
Duke/Miss Holloway and John MacNamara/Wilbur Cross dual role swap au.
If there was one constant among the multiple universeâs it was that empowered and cursed by the powers of the black Holloway and Wiley fought until one of them died. It was true in all the universes except for this one. This universe was the outlier. In this universe Wilbur Cross did not step through the portal to be tortured and changed into Wiley, leaving his partner John MacNamara to grieve and attempt to protect their world. In this universe Darlene Holloway did not make a deal with the Lords in Black to become a powerful, immortal champion who would never be remembered by her true love Douglas âDukeâ Keane. In this world John was the one who walked into the black and was twisted and turned, his optimism crushed and his soul fragmented. In this world it was Duke who turned to the lords in desperation and was rewarded with the ability to help and robbed of the chance to make a permanent impression.
Tagging @typicalopposite, @octopusangel, @witchy-writer-lady, @exhaustedpirate, @occasionally-normal-things-here, and anyone else who wants to do it :)
So in the past month I had this au in mind, is kinda of self indulgent since I want them to be happy but this is Hatchetfield, so of course there's going to be angst lol
So info dump time:
-In this universe, an inexplicable force was able to pull out Wiley from the Black & White and free him from Wiggly's control. He would be found on P.E.I.P HQ, where they would do some tests regarding of his slight mutations and possible trauma.
He regain his former identity as Wilbur Cross and would cooperate with P.E.I.P with the new information he has gained from the B&W, to find a way to stop the Lords for once.
Bc of his poor condition he is not allowed to go back to work yet, so he's living with John for the moment. Things could just be end like this, but there's a certain Fwendy-Wend who is not very happy that his warlock "Betrayed" him.
even tho Wilbur is amused by his new found freedom, he doesn't feel satisfied. He is not exactly the Wilbur Cross that John knew, no matter how much tries to be that man again, he doesn't feel like him anymore. How long would it take, until Wiggly finds him? Is this opportunity even real?
The au was highly inspired by SerpentCountess pastaverse, go read it, they're very good!
Is there any chance the tmagp Archivist is Sasha? She was supposed to be Archivist instead of Jon in the first place, after all. Plus, in ep 37, the Archivist says "I see you" twice, which were Sasha's last words (or, rather, the words that Not!Sasha repeated) in tMA and all.
Omg thank you much for tagging me! @dearwormw00d :3
Last song: You're not alone, Allison Russel
Favorite colour: dark green
Last movie: Lord of the rings: The fellowship of the ring
Last tv show: The Gilded Age
Sweet/savoury/spicy: Sweet>Savory>Spicy
Relationship status: Single
Last thing i googled: hand holding pencil brush reference
Current obsession: One Piece, Nosferatu, Ethel Cain, my fem erik, Epic, Critical Role, studying the Enneagram again, Castlevania Nocture, The Apothecary Diaries, Witch Hat Atelier
Looking forward to: season 2 of the one piece live action, the oscars ( I want to see my beloved Fernanda Torres win), my necklaces that I've ordered, hadestown live recording, Superman, my next RPG session, Percy Jackson season 2! @insanely-creative-things @lepetitghostcat @fishing-rob @erik-christine @muirin007 @klausscrimshaw (ik it's not 10 but idk who to tag anymore, sorry ;-;)
Last movie: les miserables 1998 (lesmis adaptations marathon let's goooo even if they're bad like the one i mentioned lol)
Last TV show: resident alien
Sweet/Savoury/Spicy: savoury>sweet>spicy
Relationship status: single
Last thing I googled: 35mm film development (still haven't developed the London photos i took back in november lol)
Current obsession: the Phantom of the Opera (wow really? No way), Wuthering Heights, Les Miserables, Rose of Versailles, 19th century book covers (working on plenty cover designs rn so yeah), Pre-Raphaelite art, Art Noveau, Art Deco, 20th century Poster Design
Looking forward to: Frankenstein adatation by Guillermo Del Toro, Hadestown proshoot, my Ukrainian translation of ALW's Phantom lol (i'm slow as hell)
Favourite Colour: Any shade of orange but probably burnt orange
Last Movie: Valerie and Her Week of Wonders
Last TV Show: BBC Dracula
Sweet/Savoury/Spicy: Savoury > Sweet=Spicy
Relationship status: Wouldnât you like to know weather boy (single)
Last thing I googled: Stone Butch Blues pdf
Current Obsession: Phantom (always), Nosferatu, Poor Things, 1920s makeup, old clothes, vampire stuff!
Looking forward to: Better weather, Del Toros Frankenstein, my frozen mango chunks I need to get through and a book I bought! đ
Iâm actually a massive introvert believe it or not..?! I need to branch out, bear with me! But!!! I would love to get to know more people who follow me, mutuals I donât talk to, and other phandom people!
@frommarshtheycome @purrlockswatson @gloriousdemolition @angel-with-paper-wings @hop3isaprison @flea-palace wouldâve tagged you @lepetitghostcat if you hadnât tagged me! đđ
Iâm sorry that it isnât 10 but literally anybody is free to dm me or send asks, Iâll try to reply!! đ
10 people i want to get to know better! (thanks for the tag @frommarshtheycome!) ;D
last song- the ballad of john and yoko by the beatles
favorite color- light blue! (and lavender)
last movie- um... i think ruby red? i've been wanting to see moana 2 and wicked!
last tv show- modern family
sweet/savory/spicy- literally in that order ;)
relationship status- single pringle! ;D
last thing i googled- 60s vw surfer van inside
current obsession- the rock-afire explosion! i finally picked the fic back up, so i've been listening to a lot of showtapes! and of course the rewrite still bounces in my head 24/7 ;)
looking forward to- finally finishing rewrite erik's pov story and getting his mystery out there! :D
Favorite colour: ack dont ask me that. black maybe
Last movie: donât remember. lake mungo???
Last tv show: murder she wrote. watched like 3 episodes back to back like a week ago. not in order either. on actual tv. i dont watch things lol
Sweet/savoury/spicy: that order
Relationship status: happy qpr :3
Last thing i googled: âjojo wiki brunoâ. i love himb
Current obsession: jjba. for the first time since 2020 too
Looking forward to: STEEL BALL RUN ANIME CONFIMATION 2025 PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE also i wanna make a hot pants pin. and make key chains or something if i get some shrinky dink material. i just love merch and have no money
Last Song: Don't Bring Me Down by Electric Light Orchestra
Favourite Colour: Dark green or midnight blue
Last Movie: Mirror Mirror (Terrible Snow White adaptation from 2012 that a friend wanted to watch. It was a laugh at least.)
Last TV Show: Gravity Falls
Sweet/savoury/spicy?: Spicy -> sweet -> savoury
Relationship status: Single and very much not looking for anything anytime soon
Last thing I googled: The opening times of a second-hand furniture shop
Current obsession: Gravity Falls, and specifically this YouTube channel who is making a replica of Journal Three entirely from scratch.
Looking forward to: I'm moving home at the moment, so I'm looking forward to being done with the move and able to settle in properly. Also Starkid's new anthology series releases today so I'm looking forward to watching that!
Last Song: ć¸ ĺżéłďźäşéć (qÄŤngxÄŤn yÄŤn - luĂ n pò chÄo) from the Untamed soundtrack
Favourite colour: black if it counts, red if it doesn't
Last movie: The Mummy, which was my favourite picture as a kid and my best friend had never seen it
Last TV Show: Twin Peaks! I'm rewatching it myself, and also decided to show it to the same best friend as above
Sweet/savoury/spicy? -> yes! all of the above :)
Relationship status: Single (continued canonically-hopeless pining)
Last thing I googled: insults from the Wild West (<- fic research)
Current obsession: I don't have one too deeply entrenched at the moment because work is bad right now, but highest is, I suppose, MXTX's various works
Looking forward to: this week ending đ This is gonna be an awful week, but things lighten up after (hopefully). Also, a few fic ideas I have.
No pressure tags (and less than 10 b/c I don't know that many people đ ): @typicalopposite, @octopusangel, @witchy-writer-lady, @exhaustedpirate, @occasionally-normal-things-here, and anyone else who wants to do it :)
I'm currently trying to finish some of my long-form WIPs, but I just received two TGCF prompts that I'll work on once I do. Problem being, I'm indecisive đ So, to any folks out there who might be interested in TGCF fic...
Which prompt should I fill first?
Alternate firs- er. secon- hm. "first" meeting, via HuaLian body-swap
Wu Ming ascends at Lang-Er Bay too; Xie Lian stays in Heaven as a result
Okay, letâs see whatâs happening over on The Winchesters:
⢠Weâve got someone whose greatest regret was not saying âI love youâ to her husband before he disappeared.
⢠Weâve got someone who fell in love with a man who wasnât human (âfrom totally different worldsâ). He died; immediately after, she had his half-human/half-something-else son. She was scared of her son and inadvertently pushed him away. She still believes following your heart is never a mistake.
⢠Weâve got two parents who split because things werenât the same after their adopted child died.
⢠Weâve got someone whoâs come back from a faraway war, traumatized over losing his good buddy and imagining he sees him everywhere.
⢠Heâs also infatuated with someone but the pair of them are convinced the other doesnât feel the same way. One wants to be asked to stay; the other always pushes away. (Their long-suffering friends & family are like ugh would yâall just get together already this is painful to watch.)
⢠He also has a thing for men in uniform & loves seeing his friend dress up in funny little outfits.
⢠Oh he also has an anger problem and being manipulated by a god who calls himself Destiny did not help.
⢠Weâve got a headstrong (read: bossy, annoying as hell but you canât help but love âer) hunter with a soft spot for kids, following in her (missing) fatherâs footsteps, whose deepest trauma (in a subconscious that is a world of darkness with a trauma behind every door) was being told at five years old that she was destined for a life of violence. Thereâs a knife under her pillowâshe likes to keep it close. She never was a child.
⢠But wait! Then thereâs a freewheeling bisexual who lives on the road & speaks entirely in pop culture references.
Men will literally write thirteen(-plus?)-part sagas about giant intergalactic mind-controlling bugs in which every single character is themselves instead of going to therapy
Convinced a friend to listen to The Magnus Archives and happened to be present when she got to MAG4 Page Turner. She just finished saying that if Ex Altiora keeps giving you vertigo, sir, then maybe you should PUT IT DOWN as it's clearly cursed or something when the words broke off into a yawn. "Sorry," she said. "Listening to these episodes always makes me so very sleepy. Anyway, on to the next-"
Hi! I'm doing pretty well... I made the mistake of starting to listen to The Magnus Archives right now, just as my work is about to pick up, because oh, you know, I don't tend to like podcasts so I can definitely listen to one episode just to see what it's like and then stop and it'll all be fine and um. I'm far, far past one episode. r.i.p. me. but I'm having fun, so, uh, as the song goes: what a lovely way to burn, you know?
I was gonna ask you how this was possible, anon, but honestly, I'm a bit better at this game than I think I am, and both of those things can (and could, probably???) coexist
so... I'm gonna do exactly what I can for this, and see where it goes đ
His own voice thundered in his ears with the racing of his blood. Not just onceâ this wasn't one of those situations where he could hear his voice of reason telling him the best course of actionâ but, if he was counting correctly, twenty times or more, all in different places, and all saying different things. What he had deciphered was that not a single one of them held any presence in his head, but remarkably, that was no longer surprising. Through something he now deeply regretted but couldn't fully remember, he'd found that his office building was also home to a variable number of highly technical science experiments, all taking place in the basement that it seemed none of his colleagues knew existed.Â
Research. The name of the company suddenly made a lot more sense to him. Coven spoke for itselfâ though he had never met the man behind the name, he had heard more than enough, and frankly, he felt he was right in hoping that he never got to meet him. Then there was the rest. His lot dealt with the communications aspect of it all, those scientists did the research...Â
Power, he wasn't too sure about. If he was honest, he wasn't sure if he wanted to know about what "power" meant in the grander concept of this company, if even the research was being held back from them for that long. As far as he was aware, power was subjective, convenient to whatever someone needed it for. Power as in electricity (when things needed power bringing to them), or power as in status, wealth, control (when it very much needed to be taken away)...Â
Or, in this very particular instance, power as in the energy needed to escape the research. A drive. A burning desire to satiate the screaming instinct telling him of the desperate need to escape. Right now, Paul Matthews was powered by pure adrenaline; a striking cocktail of paranoia bordering questionable sanity, sheer instinct, and a defiant want to not find out why there were twenty five murderous versions of himself after his blood.Â
He ran.Â
Without looking back, without a pause to think about anything, he ran. He didn't care where he ended up, but the dark paranoia that had ruled his mind from a stagnant throne for so many years had instructed that he had to get away, lest he wanted to be killed on the spot, and he had decided that was something he figured he ought to listen to.Â
Thankfully, he knew what he was dealing with. It was simple. He was dealing with himself. Twenty five identical clones of himself. And the only thing keeping him from spiralling into a panic was acknowledging the fact that, because they were clones of him, surely that meant that they acted like him too. And, one thing he was definitely sure about was that he didn't know how to aim and fire a gun, at least, not with any degree of accuracy. This was a perfect outcome, at least he wasn't going to get himself shot as he made his escape.Â
There was no direction to this, no cause for believing there was anywhere he could go, even if he wanted to. Who in their right minds would believe that he'd been chased out of the office by a whole bunch of people who didn't just look like him, but were him in every single way? In the moment, he couldn't think of anyone he could go to who would believe this entire turn of events, or really, anyone that would believe any part of it at all. If he was honest, he wouldn't have believed it himself if it wasn't happening to him, so he didn't know how he could expect anyone else to.Â
The pounding of his footsteps carried him through the streets of the downtown area, and he dared to spare a glance behind him to make sure he wasn't being pursued. He gave himself just a moment to slow down and figure this out, when he realised that there was nobody directly behind him. If this was going to workâ if he was going to make an actual getaway and not have to worry about what was going to happen afterâ then, crazy as it sounded, he was going to have to stop thinking like himself. Â
What did that entail?Â
First port of call was the getaway itself. The predictable thing for him to do was to head straight through downtown first, and then find a shortcut after that. That would be a very typical move in this kind of situation, and on one hand, he was partially willing to stick to that route, simply because he knew it. But, on the other, maybe that wasn't the best option, given that the clones would clearly expect him to go that way.Â
How far ahead were they capable of thinking? Was it plausible to assume that they wouldn't think to comprehend it if he were to go on for unpredictability? Right now, that was one of the few hopes he had left, so he had to hold out on the fact that he was the only one with that thought process. Â
He couldn't afford to ponder the alternative.Â
Halfway down main street, he turned off into an alleyway he wouldn't have known was there if he hadn't been paying attention. After realising that it did, in fact, have an end to it, (after battling the particularly damning anxiety of having to turn around, and also wrestling with the fact that he would die if he turned around), he turned out of it and began to see the looming shadows of the woods on the horizon line.Â
Perfect.Â
He'd taken an unconventional path to get there, so he was hoping with some sincerity that such a long string of poorly calculated but well executed decisions had paid off. The woods was a safe bet, he could quite easily get lost in there, and then what were his clones going to do? Get equally as lost trying to find him? That would be an unfairly lucky advantage, but at this point, he was more than willing to accept that.Â
Taken over by the very idea of his own gripping desperation, he started running towards the treeline. And, he didn't stop either, not until the trees were covering him at all angles and he finally felt marginally more safe. Then, the injuries he'd already accrued from the effort of trying to get away from the clones got the better from him, and with the effort of running for as long as he had been, he was lucky he didn't pass out right there. Instead, his knees gave out from beneath him, and he collapsed into the grass, digging his hands into the dirt.Â
He was still alive.Â
God damn it, just when he'd been convinced that he wouldn't be able to make it, that he was going to come to some unholy fate brought about by his own luck or... Whatever else he was all but likely to succumb to, he'd actually made it out alive.Â
In the middle of the woods.Â
Forcing himself to catch his breath before he spiralled.Â
Still listening to that darkening paranoia.Â
Get a grip, Paul. You got out, they're not gonna find you here.
He took a breath, trying to get a grip in what was going on around him. The grass was cool underneath his hands, and he could feel the knees of his trousers starting to soak through from kneeling in the shaded dirt. He could feel a breeze, just strong enough to tug at his hair and shift the ends of his shirt sleeves. There was something almost comforting about it, waylaid by the terror that still racked his chest and forced his every breath out in sharp droves.
While he was still alone, he tried to figure out what was wrong with him, mainly to see if there was anything that needed immediate attention. He pushed himself back, letting the roots of an old tree catch him on his descent. A sigh left him, distant and very telling of the fact that he knew fine well that this wasn't over, but also knew that he was far too tired to even consider trying to escape again.
"Shit, man, are youâ Paul?"
His attention was drawn in an instant by the sound of someone approaching, then stopping somewhat abruptly nearby, and then running to close the gap. He couldn't find the strength to look up fast enough, but managed to register a well broken in set of boots skid to a halt in front of him, and then the wearer crouched to meet his eye level. A familiar face registered in his line of sight. Not familiar enough that he immediately knew her name, but the moment he realised he didn't normally see her in worn down plaid and ripped jeans, her name came to him quickly.
"Emma?"
Emma, from the coffee shop. Emma, who always managed to muster the energy to greet him better than she greeted most other people, and then continue to bitch about whatever she could the moment she took her break.
"Paul, Jesus Christ, are you okay?"
He could feel what he thought was a bruise forming against his jaw. One of the clones had a knife, he swore he was dangerously close to something fatal happening... There was a blinding pain throbbing in his shoulder, and he was sure at this point that he probably wouldn't be able to get the fabric of his shirt off it now that it was likely to have been dried in for a while. Despite what he was telling himself to do, and despite the answer he wanted to give to Emma, he nodded, and shifted to try and make himself more comfortable.
"What're you doing in the woods?" She asked, looking him over. The moment she noticed the blood pooling through his blazer, she fell silent, and instinctively leaned forwards to pull it aside and really inspect what was going on down there. "And... What happened to you?"
"I could ask you the same question..." He glanced around, looking for any sort of tell that would give away just why Emma was in the woods. There was nothing unusual around them, other than the fact that she'd discarded her backpack to see to him, and it looked like the fabric had been caked in dried dirt and puddle waterâ definitely not the best of conditions, that was for sure.
"Sure you could," Emma shrugged, casually. "But that wouldn't explain why you're out here looking like you just ran a marathon, bleeding against a tree... What, were you fuckingâ attacked or something?"
"Yeah, pretty much."
The bluntness of his answer threw her almost entirely off guard. She blinked at him, though it wasn't clear whether that was because she was fumbling for an answer or because she was in genuine disbelief. The silence cast a heartbeat of tension between them, until she finally figured out which direction this was originally supposed to go in, and sighed, affirming her decision to herself with a nod. "Hold on a sec, I think I've got something to deal with that shoulder... But uh..."
"Right." What she needed him to do went unspoken, but Paul got the gist of it. She nodded, and turned away to fumble inside her backpack for supplies. While he was shrugging off his shirt, carefully peeling it away from the angry gash that sat at his shoulder, she rifled through the contents of her bagâ none of which he could make out from where he was sitting, though he did think he could make out the corner of a plastic food bag poking out of the topâ and looked for something that might be useful. Eventually, she made a satisfied sound, and pulled out a well used first aid kit, also spotted with layers of dirt.
"What the hell were you attacked by anyway?"
Paul faltered. Technically speaking, this wasn't going to be an easy question to answer. Emma wasn't going to believe him if he told any instance of the truth, so he elected to stay as far from that as he physically could. After eliminating that as an option, then, it was just a matter of what he _could_ say. "I don't..." After a fair amount of hesitation, and wondering whether he'd actually been silent for too long, he decided to just say _something_ in an effort to not make this any stranger than it already was. "I don't know if I can answer that question..."
"What, didn't you see em? Looks like they were right in front of you..."
Oh. Well, that was one thing he hadn't thought about in trying to come up with as many excuses as possible. "Yeah. It was too dark. Couldn't get a good enough view of them."
Emma hummed sympathetically and pulled a bandage out of the kit. "That's too bad. Woulda come in handy to know the faces of the bastards whoâwhat, pulled a knife on you?"
"I guess I don't really wanna know what they looked like."
"You're lucky I don't," Emma teased, shaking her head. "They'd sure know about it if I did."
