So the Dead on Main server caused me to spontaneously spawn an entire outline for an AU because I wanted a Dark Danny fic. So. Here's a snippet of what I'm working on.
It had started out subtly. The beginning of the end.
The GIW had crept into Amity Park, buying up empty office buildings. Making themselves known. 'Researchers' they called themselves.
They could always be seen whenever there was a ghost attack. Not running, not helping, not hindering. Just. Watching.
The first red flag that became obvious in hindsight was when they'd reached out to the Fentons. When Jack's long winded rants on ghosts didn't scare them away. When they started taking notes.
The second red flag was the government contract sent to the Fentons a week later.
But still, the GIW didn't do anything. They bought up the empty buildings, filled them with strangers in white suits. Amity Park gradually learned to ignore them. They were harmless, some weird government branch that had an interest in ghosts. It wasn't interesting after months of idleness from them.
Amity Parkers lowered their guard, answered the seemingly innocuous questions posed to them. 'How long have ghosts been attacking?' 'Have you ever been injured by one?' 'Have you noticed anything strange?' They were simple questions, questions any Amity Park resident could easily answer.
Eventually the GIW became another quirk of Amity. Something expected, normal even.
Then the 'clinics' started popping up. They were free to use, offering simple health care for any Amity Park resident. Common colds, ear infections, broken bones, vaccinations. You had to do a blood test to use them, but no one minded much when they were free. And injuries were so common with the ghost attacks. Ghosts never seemed to care about collateral, except Phantom. But he was the one ghost who protected them, so that was expected.
Amity Park became welcoming to the GIW. Open to their questions, freely giving information. Even Phantom was willing to stop occasionally when a question was called out to him by one of the white suited men or women.
Yet still, the government contract remained. The Fentons handing over blueprints of weapon after weapon, prototype designs shipped off. Research papers handed over by the box full.
The GIW presence increased slowly, over the months that became a year. Their clinics and offices multiplied. Empty buildings and shop fronts were bought as soon as they went on sale. Soon it wasn't uncommon to see a person in a white suit everywhere you went.
No one ever noticed how they never employed Amity Park residents. How they never hired, how there was never a help wanted sign posted or an ad made to ask for workers. No one wanted to look that deep.
Willful ignorance was easier than admitting they'd been invaded.
So the Amity Parkers kept answering questions. Kept visiting the clinics with their doctors who often asked questions unrelated to the reason for visiting. 'Have you noticed yourself becoming stronger?' 'How much sleep do you need, on average?' 'Have your eyes ever glowed?' 'How long can you hold your breath?'.
The clinics began offering more services, addressing more issues. All still for the small cost of a vial of blood. It became normal to visit a clinic rather than a doctor for anything. Flu? Clinic. Broken bone? Clinic. A nasty burn from an ecto-ray? Clinic.
Some people started vanishing, but that wasn't unusual in a city. People ran away or died all the time. It wasn't many, really. Maybe a one or two a month. There was no pattern in the victims, so it was presumed they were unrelated. The cops were stumped. No one paid attention to the fact that every single one of the missing had visited a clinic days before they vanished.
Then came the blackout. Or maybe it came sooner, it was so hard to tell when it started. When it became impossible for anyone in Amity Park to reach out to someone out of it. At first anyone who mentioned it was called crazy, conspiracy theorists.
But soon it became more obvious. Friends or family out of the city could no longer find any Amity Park resident on social media. Couldn't even find a mention of the city existing anywhere on the internet. They blamed it on the ghosts at first. They did weird things to technology, it must be them. Right?
Then they stopped being able to call out. Cell phones would no longer make or receive calls from anyone who didn't have an Amity number. They started to get restless.
Then came the roadblocks. Anyone trying to leave Amity found that all roads out were inexplicably blocked. Construction, they claimed. All the roads at once, yes. There had been earthquakes that destabilized the roads all around Amity. So they said.
They had been trapped, and they never saw the jaws closing on them until it was too late.
It didn't take long, once the revelation that they couldn't leave, couldn't call for help, spread.
The military moved in, penning them inside their city. Checkpoints were placed at every road in or out of Amity. You could only leave if you were in the company of a soldier or a GIW operative.
'Quarantined' they were told. Because of what they weren't told. Something highly contagious and dangerous was all they were given. Hospitals were taken over by men in white suits. Doctors and nurses were sent away, fired. New ones were shipped in, strangers.
More people started going missing. They all knew who took them but they couldn't say it. Couldn't admit it. Didn't want to.
Curfews were enforced. No one was allowed out after sundown, businesses had to shut down an hour before. No one was allowed out until dawn, schools were forced to start later. Anyone found breaking curfew was apprehended, sent to a holding facility. They weren't seen again.
I honestly don't know if any of you love AUs as much as i do. I love to try favorite pairing in different situations and places. I have thousands of ideas.
Too bad I'm suck at writing. But I figured it was worth a shot to write thrm down anyway.
I keep thinking about DinCobb Equilibrium AU. World controlled by Empire ruled by mysterious Emperror and his right hand Vice-Counsel Moff Gideon. Art in all forms is outlaw, emotions are illegal and restricted with drag called Prosium. A psychoactive drug Prozium II should be self-administered by all citizens to prevent this cause of human violence and hatred against each other.
Naturally, alongside erasing anger, fear, and sadness, it wipes away happiness and compassion. People become incapable of love or friendship. The only aim of their lives is blind servitude to the state. By claiming to end wars, the regime declares war on its people and their human nature. People experienced emotions called Sense Offenders and deckared are outlaw.
Din is a highly trained Mandalorian - a member of the special division of clad head to toe in armor Grammaton Clerics and ruthless bounty hunters, who haunts Sense Offenders. One day, he gets an order to find and retrieve a particular target - little boy with big broun eyes and rare gift of empathy. Boy can wake feelings in others even through drag blockade. Din and kid experience deep emotional episodes.
Din found a boy, brought him to a research facility as ordered, and got rewarded. He gets back to his quarters and keep dreaming about his parents' death - they were Senes Offenders and lived in the Nether. Parents were killed by Clerics raid, Din was only a child, so he was taken and raised in a monastery as a warrior and later became a Mandalorian.
Din couldn’t get a hold of his feelings even taking Prosium as usual. Next day he enquiries about a child and finds about execution order. Procedure is assigned for midnight.
At dawn Din break in research facility where child is held. He disarms or kills guards and breaks free with an unconscious child. They escapes through a sity wall to the Nether. Knowing that the whole devision of Mandalorians and Clerics would haunt them, Din aims to deep desert despite lack of provision and Prosium.
Delirious from dehydration and suffering from drag withdrawal, Din stumbles and falls unconscious on the edge of a ruined town. There is where Cobb finds him. Cobb is a self-appointed Marshall of hidden on ruins little town populated with escaped Sense Offenders and theirs free-born kids. Cobb nurses Din through Prosium without, takes care of kid and slowly falls in love with Din. Din is inexperienced with any emotions, with Marshall's help discovered whole new world. At some point, Din loses his armor..
But eventually, Mandalorians tracks down Din and a kid and discovers Freetown..
Hello fellow Kylux community!! Long time no see (again! sorry kind of busy with work then burn out and let's not forget anxiety of course... plus I've also been active in other fandoms... doesn't mean I stopped loving those space husbands though!!)
Anyways, I've just seen Equilibrium (2002 movie) as it's recently been added to Netflix (in Belgium) and I just bugged like...Hux!!!!
I mean, Cleric Preston = Hux = look at that emotionally constipated face with his black coat & that hair but in red & that way his back is always so straight & his gloves holly shit his glove & the way he just argues with his superior when he thinks they're doing a bad job & that white outfit omg can you just picture Hux in it & I could go on & on & on!!!!
Also some time ago I tagged a Kylux AU post with it from @hey-loco but I didn't know the movie yet and didn't know how perfect it was and zazsedfggghh yes yes yes need more yes!!!! (and yes the puppy happen to be an orange kitten named Millicent!!!)
I see your “Scott hunts down and kills jimmy every year” and raise you Scott and jimmy being stuck in an time loop where every year jimmy dies by Scott’s hand to commence the new season and jimmy dying in third life made it so hypothetically Scott WASNT the one to pull the trigger but he still lost jimmy so maybe this time around in empires if he stays away from jimmy he won’t have to do it again </3 /hj
OH HOHOHOHOHOHO!
I was thinking something time loop-esque too!
Every year they try to avoid it, staying apart from each other no matter how much it hurts. But Fate tied together from day one, so they always ran into each other, Jimmy always died and Autumn always came. He would come back in Spring, and Scott would have a hand in his death, forever and ever.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Father's voice filled his lodgings, and Will sighed, closing the door behind him and resting against it, eyes closed. He needed a moment, just to breathe and remain still.
"War. Violence. Murder. All of it, gone. At the steep cost of the highs, we have rid humanity of these dangerous, evil lows. There is no suffering. There is no madness. All that exists is a perfect world. A utopia. We did it, citizens of Libria. Without the burden of feeling, we are free to live."
Enforcer Iris West is assigned to investigate irregularities with the routine of Caitlin Snow, a suspected Sense Offender. At first, Snow denies it, citing her brief fluctuations in emotional suppression as caused by her attempts to optimize Prozium III she is working on and has tested on herself to gather empirical evidence of its effectiveness.
Iris continues to monitor Chemist Snow, unable to draw a definite conclusion as to her status. When Iris questions her at work once more Snow breaks finally, admitting she has been experimenting with alternatives to Prozium. Ever since she became aware of her emotions Caitlin Snow has been seeking a more harmonious balance than complete suppression - she gives Iris a vial of her latest iteration and Iris finds herself staying silent, weighing up the possibilities of this new drug. She comes to the conclusion she should test it out for herself to see what effects it is having on Snow, to better understand what danger Libria could be threatened by. She's not prepared for what she wakes up to.
