#au!au

[mira--mira]

[coyotescribbles]

An AU of an AU, where a Demon scorned becomes a Destroying Angel

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Jeanette's blood boiled.

How dare they - how dare they speak the words that came out of their soft, sneering mouths? Words that brought condemnation down on the head of one she'd come to see as a father - and beyond that, all those she'd grown to love.

Xal and Nai. Egiri and Nigatu. Ayza and Tyran.

And Khyl. At the pinnacle of them all, Khyl - who had saved her, had sheltered her, who had provided for and taught her and raised her as his own. Who, even now - bloodied and broken and brought to his knees - refused to renounce her.

And these creatures dared to speak to him in this manner?

She seethed.

Her lips drew back in a snarl and a growl rose in her chest as the three Prophets regarded her, now, with watery eyes; she could feel the Honor Guard's blade at the back of her neck, poised to strike her down at their bidding... but she felt no fear, only a roiling, scalding rage.

"Have you something to say before your execution, Demon?" The one in the center - Truth, he calls himself "Truth," she thought disdainfully - asked in that patronizingly mock-gentle tone of his.

Demon. The word burned in her veins like fire, surging along ley-lines carved into her flesh and bone when she had still been just a child.

She fixed the feeble, wormlike creature with a white-hot glare.

"You should not have done that."

The Prophets had named her Demon, and so a Demon she would become.

The Honor Guard holding her was quick, she would give him that, but he was agonizingly slow compared to her; she struck like lightning, and he toppled, dead before he even hit the ground.

And now, she was armed; the staff he had once carried was a familiar and welcome weight in her hands.

All at once, the platform descended into chaos as the Prophets rushed to retreat and their guards scrambled to put a stop to her advance. Weapons drawn, they charged as one, and she met them fearlessly, slipping past them and beneath their blows and weaving them into an intricate dance in which she was the lead and they could only follow... and fall, one by one by one, by opened throat or evisceration or impalement, spilling blood from the stumps of severed limbs and utterly outmatched by her.

Jeanette abandoned the staff in favor of a sword - and with a practiced, fluid movement she'd relieved a dead Guard of his active camouflage module, as well.

And then, she was on the hunt.

Distantly, she thought she could hear Khyl calling out to her, trying to call her back. But it was too late. It had been too late from the moment that brand had been laid to his chest. They had dishonored her father and threatened her family and for that they would pay dearly.

High Charity was vast, and teemed with guards and warriors of all stripes and species - but she was a hunter by nature, stealthy and steadfast in her determination.

The Hierarchs could hide - would hide, the sniveling bloodless cowards - but she would prevail.

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Mercy was the easiest to find, and the easiest to kill. He was old, feeble even by San'shyuum standards, hardly a challenge.

Regret was younger, fiercer, cleverer, and had a much stronger rapport with his guards. And yet, despite his precautions and ferocity he, too, fell.

It was Truth - mediocre Truth, too-lucky-by-far Truth, running-out-of-luck Truth - who led her on the longest chase of the day, having abandoned his colleagues in pursuit of preserving himself as he fled to the safest location on High Charity.

The Dreadnought.

Perhaps he thought that the Mgalekgolo would keep her out - but she had spent half of her life learning from outstanding examples of their kind. If she could sneak up on Nigatu, what chance did these constructs have at detecting her? None.

Or perhaps he thought that the security and locks would confound her - but her dearest brother was an engineering genius like his late father, and she had learned so much from him. It was only a matter of time before she found her way inside.

And perhaps, in the end, he thought that his Jiralhanae escorts would defeat her, when his Sangheili Guardsmen failed. But she had learned to fight against brutish wild beasts on the live-fire ranges of Erebus-VII, and she had honed her skills further under the watchful eyes of distinguished warriors and Scions and her father, a Blademaster. She was as bestial as any Brute and as sharp as the finest blade and her victory was assured.

When Truth fell, with her sword piercing his withered, selfish heart, the last words he would ever hear were hers.

"You should have known better than to scorn a Demon."

Jeanette tossed the hilt of her now-inactive sword aside as she turned away from the corpse; the clatter of metal against metal echoed in the now-silent chamber; she had no further reason to remain there. She had to find her father, now, and they had to leave this place.

In the heartbeat that followed, she felt more than heard the thrum that reverberated through the air. It traveled through her as a violent shudder, vibrating in the depths of her chest; the sound-sensation felt like the hum of a Mgalekgolo's "voice" - but immeasurably larger.

She turned back, feeling ice-cold dread coiling in her gut.

A flash of blinding blue-white light dazzled her, forcing her to squint and shield her eyes, and with the light came a voice that seemed to shake the Dreadnought to its very base.

R E C L A I M E R

It said.

C H I L D  O F  M Y  M A K E R S

W E L C O M E

[eidolon-azii]

In the Karneval AUAU continuation after Hirato and Akari kiss, what do you mean by when Hirato said the kitchen staff terrified of Tokitatsu?

Oh, Hirato and Tokitatsu grew up in a home with a kitchen staff. Little Toki-chan was a politician-type, even when he was a teeny little thing. Anyway, he knows that for a house to run smoothly, you have to keep the staff happy. So he practiced keeping the staff happy. The staff absolutely loved him; he would help with things like dusting or gathering up laundry and the like. He was a chatty little thing, and so, he’d learn all about the staff. Their names, their families’ names, the things they liked and didn’t like. Tokitatsu always got the staff cards and small gifts for their birthdays and always asked after their partners, parents, and kids. So, yeah, the staff at their manor absolutely adored him. (They loved little Hirato, too. It’s just teeny Hirato was as quiet and introverted as Toki-chan was chatty. But Hirato was very polite and thoughtful, and he too, never forgot birthdays and families and the like.) 

The kitchen staff were terrified of Tokitatsu because Toki-chan decided he was going to “help” the staff one day. That help involved him getting up before everyone else - which was around 4AM - and cooking breakfast, not only for the family, but the staff too. Except he started a fire, which set off the sprinklers, which in turn woke the whole manor. Of course, it was Hirato whose quick thinking with a fire extinguisher helped it from spreading beyond the kitchen. Anyway, it would have been fine if Toki-chan would have left it there. But he didn’t. He would keep trying to help. Everything he cooked was disastrous, but he is so gifted with an eye to detail so everything he cooked looked like it was professionally prepared, so if the kitchen staff didn’t know the chef hadn’t made it, they would serve and sample it. It was awful. A fucking nightmare, really. And Tokitatsu is a little warped, so he actually enjoyed keeping everyone on edge. 

So that’s why the kitchen staff were terrified of Tokitatsu. 

[sleepless-in-starbucks]

New fanfic!

It’s an AU!AU that got a little more losleep heavy than intended. I’m doing it in chapters, but it’s already finished so no worries about me leaving you out to dry. Because I’m lazy, I will not be putting it on here, but here is the Ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/18823144/chapters/44666476

[exoauprompts]

au!au Jongin goes to alternate universes and studies the difference each of them have, the only constant is the same boy he meets in every one.

[bat-nerut]

My far fetched and probably wrong ass theory with china line rn

“The day the red forces purify and twelve forces reunite into one perfect root – A New World Shall Open Up”

This is the last piece of the infamous MAMA opening story. Now, I know (mostly) that Krislutao won’t come back… but I have been thinking about this for a while. They always show their powers in the videos and teasers such as watches in monster, floating toys in sehun’s pathcode, and the lightbulb in Zitao’s pathcode. At that point, Tao had not left yet but felt as if he was being watched in his pathcode. Soon later, a lightbulb breaks along with other items. (The only flaw being the actual windows haha) However I believe that it was Yifan. He was able to create sonic booms and sonic booms can cause glass to break in some cases. Then sehun had an encounter with floating toys at some random white kids’ house but sehun looked as if he were searching for something. This made me think it was luhan but, luhan seems to be aLOT stronger now which caused him to get the fuck outta there. And of course the watch in monster and other countless clocks seen spinning at a fast rate signify Zitao.

I also noticed that yixing had acted a lot differently in the lucky one and monster music videos… he was willing to kill the women in the lab even though he is known as the healer. Also, in monster he is surrounded by dead guards or people I’m not quite sure, but he doesn’t do anything to save them whether they deserve it or not. Now I also noticed the flower that grew in the pathcode for him and the flower he “gave” to the woman in lucky one. They were both white. One looked like a daisy and the other a rose. Both of them symbolically mean innocence and it seems a bit ironic. Especially once the woman dies. As I said before I doubt that Krislutao is coming back but to me it seemed as if they all sorta turned evil in a way before they left. So I kind of expected yixing to disappear whether it be for real reasons or for the story. I was not expecting ‘what u need’ however. And I SURE AS HELL didn’t expect ‘lose control’. Yet, I noticed something significant with the ending of his first video and parts of the second. Yixing had red eyes and it wasn’t normal or like him. Now I know that the song wants about being evil but it sure as hell isn’t innocent. Which was why I thought the flowers were ironic. So when we enter the ‘parallel universe’, I believe (like everyone else) that yixing opened the door. I’d like to believe it is the good yixing that opened the door to tell the others of the communications of the unicode 2641 aka earth. As they warn them of their tainted healer. Therefore. I feel that the universes will come together to help find yixing. Once they do, the good yixing heals or rather “purifies” the red force of evil out of him. Once that happens, they have twice the amount of help to find and save the Krislutao that left and unite them all.

I’m pretty sure this is all shit but I can’t stop thinking about this theory and I know there are flaws in it like “where’s alternate krislutao?” and what not but I kinda like this theory. If anything some one should take this and make au!au *see what I did there* about this. And even though I may not be the only one thinking this, if you read it and do make a au!au about this, id love to read it! @saintksoo @slayeol

[thefandomcassandra]

From Cocoon Forth a Butterfly (1/?): Purity is a Social Contruct

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So this is the beginning of that serial I was talking about a while back. The title (which can and will be shortened to From Cocoon when I talk about it because it’s a mouthful) comes from the Emily Dickinson poem of the same name. It is relevant.

This is an AU!AU where what Mabel did in The Last Mabelcorn has a lasting effect on her in the future, post-Transcendence. Aside from ignoring some fanon/canon for the TAU-verse, it pretty well meshes with the actual AU timeline so...

Romance doesn’t play a hard role in this fic, but I am going to sneak in some pretty blatant Henry/Mabel/Paz hints because there’s not enough of that already.

The whole thing is inspired by this post so if you want to spoil the plotline then check it out otherwise, BEWARB!!!

And thank you for reading this. It means a lot to me. :)

"I can't believe you punched a unicorn in the snout!" Dipper laughed as the twins drank Pitt Cola and watched the sunset.

"Just another day in Gravity Falls!" Mabel watched the horizon for any signs of Sev'ral Times. It had been some time since she had last seen them. Also she wondered how they would survive the Oregon winter. If summers in Oregon were cool enough for Mabel to wear sweaters non-stop then winter must be brutal.

Dipper must have noticed her pensive, glossy look because he scootched closer to her on the porch and leaned his head on her shoulder. It was something he hadn't done since they were very little, leaning on his big sis like that. "Penny for your thoughts?"

"You'd spend your entire allowance pretty quick if you did that."

"Well a penny for these thoughts then." Dipper snorted and playfully nudged her with his shoulder. She rested her head on his and sighed.

"That unicorn...it said I wasn't 'pure of heart'. Like, I know that it was just being a butt-face and all...but it really hurt." Mabel took a sip of her Pitt and shook her head. "Why did that hurt so much? I'm the creative one, the cute one, and the spunky one, but why did a comment about my purity bother me?"

Dipper was quiet; the silence stretched forward and even the cicadas halted their song. Just as the bubbling nausea that was rising in Mabel's stomach threatened to spill over, Dipper sat up and spit the pit from his cola out into the yard. "Mabel, look at me."

She met his eyes and he smiled. There was a weariness there, however, that didn't always exist. When did he start to look so worn? "You are a wonderful person, Mabel. You believed me when there was no one else. You backed me up when I thought I was crazy. Heck, you even ruined your own magnum opus just to keep a demon from getting one of the Journals! You are a great person! Who cares what some prissy sword-headed mule thinks? You are Mabel, and you are better than that Princess Celestibellewhatever! Don't ever let anyone tell you differently, kay?"

"Not even you?" She asked, wiping away some tears that had started to bubble over.

"Especially not me," he replied, tussling her hair. She giggled and nodded. "Besides," he added, "What do dumb ol' unicorns know about purity anyway? From what you said, they sounded like they were the worst."

"The absolute worst," she deadpanned. He laughed as well and once again all was well. They continued to watch the sun set, leaning close and simply enjoying each other's company. The cicadas were in full swing again and in the distance one could even hear the quiet cry of a wild boy band. It was a great ending to a not-so-great day.

It was the last calm day of their summer.

Mabel crooned to a fussy Acacia, stirring the sugar in the pot with all the finesse she could muster. She was only ten minutes into the annual making of candy glass for Summerween and already she was covered in gobs of the partially-melted stuff. With her spoon in one hand and her eldest child in the other, she danced over to her tablet and prodded it with a partially-free and completely sugarless finger. Typing in her password (8675, an homage to one of Dipper's favorite old pop songs) she pulled up her e-reader app and pulled up the latest edition of the Gravity Falls Gossiper. Since technology had slowly overrun printed papers (though books were still in high demand) Toby had moved from a small printing press to a digital paper with a dozen different writers of various Transcendental standings. It was nice for him to hire people that the ProNat establishments outside of town wouldn't give a second thought about. It also meant that he had a following very similar to the Quibbler of Harry Potter fame; lots and lots of Equal Rights supporters and not a lot of ProNats.

She found the latest article and set her e-reader to read it aloud while she went back to not making a huge sticky mess in the kitchen. As she stirred the saccharine concoction, she listened intently and rocked Acacia to the soothing bubble of melting sugar.

"Unicorns: A Dying Breed," the stilted voice of the e-reader intoned. She had payed for a voice DLC so that her e-reader would sound like Sigourney Weaver, and there was nothing better than listening to the soothing tones of her long-time celebrity crush reading books to her. Still, that title caught her attention. She listened closer as Sigourney continued. "Many people know that unicorns are, by far, the most reclusive of transcendentals. For a long time it was thought that they had been hunted into extinction long before the Veil was lifted but studies show that the opposite is true. During the time before the Transcendence, they flourished. It wasn't until the Veil began to thin that they began to be at risk.

"Unicorns, when viewed by those who do not have the Sight or some aid, appear to be stallions or mares of high calibre with pure white coats and a strange temperament. Humans began to catch these rare 'white horses' and bred them with their own stock to create some of the most interesting horses ever. That, unfortunately, led to a large amount of the unicorns being captured and dying in captivity due to close contact with iron. Soon the few that remained hid away and more dangerous myths about the unicorns began to arise; such as the 'virgin' myth and the whole 'pure of heart' nonsense. After the Transcendence, however, poachers made it their duty to get their hands on unicorns for both animal trafficking and butchering.

"Unicorn meat is a delicacy among more carnivorous people and epicureans delight in its consumption because it is recorded to taste "as delicate as tenderloin but with the sweetness of a more fatty cut, [the meat] melts on the tongue and its aftereffects are like a glimmering haze of spiced rum and opiates". Unicorn horn and hooves are a reported aphrodisiac as well as a valuable source of the rare golden ivory, which is popular for not only its pure color, but also its magical properties. Unicorn hair is used to make magical cloth and is the core ingredient in many potions that effect the senses. Unicorn bones are good for making pendulums and other magical trinkets and ward against attacks of the magical nature. Unicorn blood and tears are deadly toxins and have been used in both the most powerful poisons and the most potent transfiguration draughts. Overall, a single unicorn could go on the black market for over three thousand dollars a pound, depending on what it is one was selling.

"All of this poaching and ignorance have led the majestic unicorn to rapidly become endangered and, seeing as egalitarians are still fighting for basic rights for the more humanoid transcendentals, getting up a poaching law and protection agency for the more animalistic will most likely come too late. Still, we can only hope that someone, somewhere, rallies up and finds a way to protect the endangered species."

By the time the e-reader had stopped, Mabel was so engrossed in the article that she almost forgot about the sugar on the stove. "Shit--sorry honey," she apologized to Acacia as she softly swore some more and began to stir the now-golden sugar. "Mommy shouldn't swear, even when you're too little to repeat what you've heard." As she frantically stirred the sugar, trying to keep it from burning more, a slow, dull pain began to throb in her forehead. She brushed it off as a stress headache but the pain was different and persisted long after she had moved the liquid sugar--dyed beer-bottle green to save face--to a pan to cool.

As time went on and Acacia was swapped out for Willow and Hank, the headache became more akin to a migraine, a sharp spear of pain that felt as though someone was trying to shove a railroad spike through her head. Before too long she could barely handle the pain and her rocking back and forth in the rocking chair was no longer just for the triplets' sake, but for her own as well. Even though she knew that movement wasn't going to stop the pain, she persisted. Thankfully, Hank and Willow joined Acacia in dreamland and she could put them down and take some naproxen. Almost as soon as she popped the pills she felt relief and was strangely okay with that. The pain had been so intense that the immediate relief was like jumping into a pool on a hot summer's day.

(Later, as she went to bed, she realized just how odd that relief had been. Even on its best and coupled with some possibly-illegally-obtained fairy dust, naproxen usually took about an hour to kick in. Still, best to not look a gift horse in the mouth, she supposed, and shrugged the whole thing off as happenstance.)