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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Property of Hate Rating: General Audiences Summary:
What truly happens when you’re spirited away? What happens to the empty bed you leave behind? Do those you love notice your absence, or rather notice the spaces where someone might have fit, once?
Guess, who’s found an old unfinished thing in their notebook.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Property of Hate Additional Tags: Fluff and Angst, heavily implied child death, the color green, RGB is a dumb butt who doesn’t do emotions Summary: Green was always this Hero’s favorite color. RGB, however, never cared for it.
This fic is dedicated to @emptyspaaace bc of our green chat earlier. <3 u friend.
[accompanying fanart by @emptyspaaace]
Dad
RGB watched as Hero played in the snow. Well, it wasn’t really snow, but it was something similar. She had insisted on messing around in the chilled powder the moment she saw it. He allowed her to, so long as she stayed where she could be seen.
Speaking of seen, where was Hero?
“Hero?”
RGB looked all around the area, but he saw no sign of her. He called out for her again and again, but he received no response. He gripped his shirt over where his heart would be. Just when he started to hear a Fear forming behind him, he saw her. She had a some sort of slingshot fashioned out of Assok and a stick. She was smiling widely too.
“Wait.”
SPLAT!
RGB toppled over from the force of the snowball aimed directly at his face. How he missed it, he had no idea. He groaned as he wiped the substance from his screen. Hero was laughing like a hyena, along with Assok. RGB pushed himself onto his elbows and looked at the child.
“Ha ha, Hero. Very funny, but don’t do it aga-”
RGB was silenced by another snowball. He laid on his back this time, not moving. Hero stopped her laughing, growing concerned for her companion. She walked over cautiously, leaning over him.
“RGB?”
He weakly turned his head to her and motioned for her to come closer. She sat down and leaned in, gripping her own shirt much like he had his own. RGB swapped the hurt face for a wicked smile.
“Gotcha.”
Hero sputtered as RGB smashed a snowball into her face. He sprang up and ran away just as she recovered, laughing all the while.
“Oh, it is on!”
Hero scooped up some of the substance and fired it with her slingshot. It struck RGB square in the back, causing him to trip and fall face first. He rolled over and pointed at her with his cane.
“No fair! You have a weapon!”
“So do you!”
“No I-”
RGB looked at his cane. It took Hero a minute to realize what she had just done.
“Uh oh.”
RGB made a snowball and threw it up, whacking it like a baseball with his cane. Hero ducked as it whizzed by her. The two smirked at one another and soon, an all out war began. RGB dodged and rolled passed the snowballs launched at him, but was always quick to return fire. Hero was using her small size to her advantage, ducking and jumping to places RGB couldn’t aim. Neither was able to dodge forever though, taking snowballs to the back and the head mostly.
Soon, both parties were tired and tittering like school girls. They fell onto their backs in the snow.
“I had no intention of playing, Hero.”
“Well, too bad!”
The two chuckled again and RGB looked at the sky. It would be night time soon. RGB stood up and stretched, snapping. Hero ducked under the cane as it whizzed into RGB’s hand.
“Come along. We must find somewhere to rest for the night. Luckily, there’s a place not to far from here.”
“How long will it take to walk there?”
“About fifteen minutes.”
Hero nodded and stood up, automatically reaching out and grabbing the cane. They walked along the path, Hero growing a bit more tired as time ticked on. Hero’s head started to droop and RGB nudged her lightly.
“Come on now, we’re almost there. Just a bit longer.”
“Okay…”
Hero trudged along, yawning and rubbing her eyes. RGB smiled, though he turned his head so she couldn’t see.
“We’re here.”
Hero picked up her head and her eyes widened. They were at a frozen lake, where the snowflakes were dancing in the wind. There were a few large trees with branches that had blue leaves speckled with white. The “snow” sparkled and the frozen water glistened. Hero gaped at the scene, eyes twinkling.
“We’re sleeping here?”
“But of course. Is there a problem with that?”
Hero shook her head, carefully stepping onto the powder. She took long and precise steps, which caught RGB’s interest as she made her way to one of the trees.
“What are you doing?”
“Everything is so pretty, so I’m trying not to mess anything up more than necessary.”
RGB chuckled and, just to humor her, did the same. He made it quicker to a tree than her, due to his legs being longer, and quickly climbed up into it. Hero was in the tree across from him soon after, moving around to find a comfortable spot on the tree branch. RGB tossed her his coat and she snuggled under it, Assok laying down next to her.
“Goodnight, Hero.”
“Night, dad…”
RGB shot up almost instantly. He looked at Hero, but she was already asleep. He clutched his shirt again and felt static surge through his screen, his form of blushing. He couldn’t believe that just happened. He couldn’t believe she had said. She couldn’t have just called him…
“Dad?”
RGB stared at her for a few more seconds before he shook his head.
“She’s just tired is all. She couldn’t have meant it.”
He pulled his hat over his screen and sighed, attempting to forget the incident, but he couldn’t help but dwell on the thought. What if she did mean it? What if she really did see him as some type of father figure? RGB clicked off for the night, but he did give Hero one more glance before doing so.
“Night…my chi-no. I mustn’t get attached.”
RGB turned on his side, falling asleep.
Much apologies for making everyone wait!
I’ve set up the queue so you will be seeing new TPoH fanfic stories soon!
on another note! Some how the links vanished on the list in [Stories] so now it’s like an index... I’m sorry about that too. If people use that page I will re-apply the links. but if no one claims to use it then I may leave it be (it’s a lot of work to re-link a list that long.)
Please tell me if you would like the [Stories] to be linked?
AN: Just a story snippet as a warmup before I start on an assignment. I’m not really sure if I’ll continue it, or where the story is going exactly, so comments and feedback are certainly welcome. Enjoy?
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The Maw
Part 1
The steady drip of water was almost like a heartbeat in the musty cave. Closing your eyes and opening your ears would have each languid drop painting the stalactites and stalagmites a deep red as the sound resonated around the rocks. Otherwise there was silence. A silence so complete that it swallowed the other sounds, gobbling them up as if hungry for more, leaving you with nothing but the rumble of your own heartbeat echoing in your ear.
Listening to each drip, looking carefully at the pictures being painted, something odd could just be noticed in the middle of the cavern. It might have just been a pile of rubble but, no, listening closer, the static of a body lying on the ground can just be made out in the silence, dampness hissing and fizzling as it soaks into its clothes.
With a whine and a pop a bright screen flickered into life, casting the rock formations of the cave into stark black and white. RGB raised a hand to his head with a groan, red and yellow ink dribbling from the corners of his screen.
“What..?” His usually robust voice trailed away miserably in the muffled murkiness of the cave. One hand still cradling the splitting headache ringing in his circuits, the other moved and pushed until he was in a sitting position instead. “Hello?”
Using the light of his screen as a torch, RGB looked around. In the harsh contrast and flickering shadows caused by the light the spikes of rock jutting from the floor and ceiling looked more like claws or teeth. Familiar claws and teeth.
RGB felt his stomach drop as he realised where he was. This was the Maw. He needed to get out, right now.
He jumped up, snapping his fingers to summon his cane. It came whizzing through the air towards him to-
TWACK!
“OW!”
-hit him in the back of the of the head and almost send him sprawling back onto the ground.
Rubbing his plastic casing, RGB spun around to snatch the cane off the floor, grumbling quietly. He tilted his screen up to look at where the cane had come from and immediately regretted it.
That section of the cavern was a mess. The ground was littered with fresh rubble, stalagmites had been shattered and large scratches had been dug into the walls, clearly visible even from this distance. There had been a fight here, and not one that went well.
RGB took a step back, yellow ink dripping freely as every sense in his body screamed at him to run! Just run! but before he could listen to them a thought occurred.
“Hero…”
Writing prompt #3 for Hero please?
She Trusted You
When he finally lost her, it was to the Labyrinth of Self. One of the more blatant metaphors of their world, it was nevertheless vast, far reaching, and highly dangerous. It was also impossible to sidestep. We can’t go over it, we can’t go under it- oh no! We’ll have to go through it!
It hadn’t been too hard to begin with. She kept close to his heel, and hung on to his shamboo cane, just has she had done when they were crossing through the dark beneath the sea. The multi-faceted walls provided them with an escort of a hundred reflections, amplifying every move they made over and over. The further they went, the narrower and taller the walls became, leaning at odd angles, until they were moving in a dense, dark crowd of themselves. It was about then that she had started to cry, although several of her reflections had begun to do that some time ago.
He hadn’t tried to comfort her, although he glimpsed a few of the more distant reflections doing so- the ones that were several removes from their own selves where the light started to give out and the greenish shadow started to pile up. He had just tugged her along, telling her again and again to concentrate, to stay real, stay one, struggling not to panic as the weight on the end of his cane grew less and less. When it vanished altogether, he was forced to look at her as he turned to try and scoop her up in a last ditch attempt to hold her together. She had thinned out and split into countless copies, all layered on top of each other and moving only a fraction out of sync. They slipped and spilled through his fingers, and by the time he had taken two paces, she had disintegrated altogether. Her reflections scattered.
He stood there for a moment, arms clutched to his chest, awkward and absurd. All that hard won progress. All those narrow scrapes and odds overcome. Gone in an instant.
“You could gather her up again,” said a voice beside him. “Take her back to the market. There’s a smelter there who might be able to-”
“You know I can’t afford to waste my time with that.” He turned on his heel, and started back the way they had come. Sparse reflections of the the erstwhile Hero continued to mill through the crowded mirrors, following him or standing still, clutching at his blazer or at his cane. Some had stopped crying. Most had not. All looked alone and lost.
“She trusted you, you know.”
“No she didn’t. You think I would pick a Hero that stupid? And I thought your opinion of me couldn’t sink any lower.”
The reflection of his that had spoken shrugged, and drifted away into the depths of the mirror. The walls lowered and withdrew as he made his way out of the Labyrinth, shedding the silvery, introspective gloom. The ever present Doubts that liked to use the place as a breeding ground made garbled hisses at his approach, but he payed them no attention. Not time for that. No time for grieving, either, for all that he felt it looming in the distance. He could out pace all that. He knew from past experience.
Back in the Labyrinth, somewhere in the fading echoes, one gloved hand took hold of a small brown one, and held it tight.
@therealraewest sorry not sorry, it’s a damn cool idea and a damn cool au
(Takes place in the Heroswap AU)
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Call me the Hero
He wasn’t entirely sure why he went along with the strange little monster-child, but it certainly was leading him on an adventure. She always referred to him as ‘Hero’, sometimes with a ‘the’ in front of the title. He smiled, and decided to run with the joke. It was an interesting title after all, and so when they encountered another… person? Monster? Creature? Well, when they encountered someone else he played along.
The traffic-light headed person responded to Argie’s wave with one of his own, though hardly as enthusiastically as the girl’s. To him however there was only a look that would have been a raised eyebrow on a human face. He gave the stranger a wide smile and tipped his hat.
“Hullo, I’m the Hero.” He may as well get into the role after all.
The stranger gave the odd pair a nod, then continued down the path. Argie began to scamper onwards herself, leaving the self-proclaimed Hero little choice but to trail after her.
This exchange repeated itself twice more on the journey before they reached what he’d been told was their first stop. Different strangers, yes, but each instance with the same odd look, and the same response from him. It was getting rather fun, in a way.
And then the first stop was reached. It was a place that would have seemed out of place in this world, had it not been for the fact that it and the stairs leading to it were suspended in mid-air. Argie cheerfully announced it as the House of Paint. He quietly muttered that it looked like it could do with a few licks of such.
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( Want to know more about the Heroswap AU? Check out @therealraewest‘s tags #heroswap-au )
12 for Hero?
Candles
She had seen documentary on cave systems once. She had been more interested in the part about beetles and bats, but she remembered shots of dripping columns of stone, pale and glistening, exposed under harsh torchlight. This creature looked like that, stalagmites of wax anywhere from a few inches to several metres, tipped in most cases by a tiny flame that danced wildly in the slightest breeze. It was a great yellow-whiteish lump of a thing, beached like a whale. She had seen that on the tv too.
“RGB?”
“Hm?”
“Who is that?”
“Nothing to do with us. Don’t stare.”
But it was difficult not too- it was so big and heavy, that is seemed to cause the eye to roll towards it by the sheer weight of it’s presence. She thought she could see the shape of something fin-like under the greasy carapace, but that could have been the thought of the whale still hanging in her mind.
“Is it stuck?”
“Yes.”
“Can we help?”
“No.”
She turned to snatch another furtive look- and jumped violently. An eye the size of her head was fixed on her, black and wet as shoe polish. It blinked, once, with a soft, flexing sound. The huge flanks heaved, causing a cascade of wax to crack and fall, and there was a gust of paraffin and salt. She hurried on, but even so she couldn’t stop herself from turning to watch it recede into the haze of violet horizon.
“Why is it covered in candles?”
He didn’t look round.
“You think that children are the only ones allowed to be afraid of the dark?”
The Property of Hate PMV/MAP Sign-up is OPEN
Hey! Did you know we’re going to make a TPoH Picture Music Video (PMV) project? That means the pieces of the future clip will be separated between several artists. But! You don’t have to animate the parts like in professional studios. A few pictures with backgrounds and applied video effects will be enough.
Google Doc of the MAP Guidelines here! Please read! <3
Here’s A Quick Summary Below! (but read the Guidelines for details!)
What is this? This is the TPoH PMV/MAP project organized by @mahotou The song we will use is Sleep Alone by Two Door Cinema Club [youtube link] PMV/MAP stand for Picture Music Video/Multiple Artist Project.
PMV meaning the contributing artists don’t have to animate their artwork frame-by-frame. Transparent foreground images can slide/move or use Ken Burns effects (Pan/Tilt/Zoom/etc.) to emulate motion.
If you can draw full colored fanart then you can join! Submissions are allowed as Video, Art or Storyboard! Please read the Guidelines [link] and check the lyrics [link]!
How do I sign up!?
Send me (@mahotou ) a message [tumblr or e-mail (mahotou@gmail)] with the following info:
Tell me your screenname/tumblr url you want to be credited as.
Tell me what part(s) you’d like [lyric #s].
Tell me what chapter scene you’d like to draw to that part [page numbers].
Tell me how you will submit your part? [video, colored images, or storyboard?]
Send me any questions you have.
I’ll reply saying if you got the part and I will reserve it for you on my lyric sheet. If you ask for a part that’s already been taken I will tell you ASAP and you will need to choose a different part or scene.
Note: You can send in ART and I can add effects to it FOR YOU if you want! Please don’t dismiss yourself because…
I WANT YOU TO JOIN. PLEASE SIGN UP. <3
To help you keep track of the goings on, this project will use the tag #tpohpmvmap1
Here's a plug for a project @mahotou is up to.
platonic RGB/hero: and then they walked
And then they walked.
It was a long walk, and it was done in silence. The hero trailed a few steps behind RGB, staring at the ground. Every step kicked up a little cloud of colored dust, and she tried to focus on that, to think about anything but–
Slowly, hesitantly, she at last reached out her hand, fingertips brushing the back of RGB’s glove.
He took her hand in his, and squeezed.
The world seemed just a little better as they walked on.
Welcome to the TPoH Fandom!
With a lot of new people reading The Property of Hate, I thought it might be a good idea to throw some helpful links out for everybody.
The comic itself
The creator’s blog
Society6 official merch
NEW: Redbubble official merch
Modmad’s Patreon
The official fanart blog
The unofficial fanfic blog (does need some updating, but a good place to start) (also there’s stuff on AO3 and FF.net)
TPoH themed album (fanmade, but Modmad endorsed)
TPoH Headcanons blog (edit: Thanks @lively-run-away for reminding me)
and some other things you may be wondering about:
Just who is this Magnus Character everyone’s ranting about? And how does he relate to RGB? (1) (2)
Where did Madras come from?
Other facts about RGB
Other facts about Hero
What is SKIP? Who are Arthur and Mesi?
And again, Welcome! If you know of any other good or helpful links you can think to add then go ahead. We’re a reasonably small fandom, and a reasonably friendly one too. There’s a lot more than I’ve put in this short list, but you’re always welcome to explore and ask.
See you at the next update!
Off the Rails - tpoh fanfic
I obviously do not own tpoh nor the characters.
Genre: K, humor
Summary: Miss Cell Amy’s has a delicate shipment, trains of thought, but Tailor and Tinker accidentally sets them free! Now they must play chase and round them up before Cell finds out…and the curious trains wreck havoc.
In case you’re having trouble reading it and tumblr is being a butt, then you can read it on a03 right here!
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TPoH music masterlist
I know there’s a TPoH fanfic masterlist, but I got thinking that the music about TPoH needs some love, too, so I was inspired to put this together for the fans!
Feel free to add to it or ask me to add to it.
Hues of Heroism - a cover song about everyone’s favorite hero and her travels during the first six chapters of the comic.
Once More, With Feeling - another cover from Madras’s point of view-very sad, beautiful, and accurate.
Do You Want To Be a Hero? - a technically unnamed song with an industrial beat about Hero, RGB, and the surreal world they must brave together.
Dead Hearts - a song that reminds everyone how Madras feels about the children RGB brings along (aka kidnaps).
Welcome To the Mind - a fanmix of various songs communicating how the comic starts off as lighthearted but gradually progresses into a more serious voyage.
We’re Designed to Die - a more quiet fanmix revolving around the relationship between the very worst monster and a one eyed merchant.
Soft Focus - another Madras perspective song, with a ukulele (no, I do not mean a song about Madras playing the ukulele XD).
Pure Imagination - an errie remix of the song from Willy Wonka & The Chocolate Factory to suit RGB’s creepiness.
Wonders - a song reminding us about the adventurous curiosity of Hero.
Negative - spooky fanmix of some good tunes about Negative RGB.
DONT. GET. ATTACHED. - A cautionary fanmix by a careless monster’s feelings towards little Hero.
Do You Want To Be A Hero? - A parody of “Do You Want To Build a Snowman?” from Frozen. Frozen haters steer clear. Frozen lovers rejoice.
Everybody Will Die - Songs about RGB’s repeated tries and repeated failures.
All Properties of Hate - an enormous collection of several TPoH playlists. Note that a couple of the fanmixes here are repeated there, too.
(If anyone doesn’t want their music or fanmix post up here, send me an ask and I’ll remove it)
The Property of Hate belongs to Modmad. All of the music belongs to their respective owners.
Updated 1/7/15 - added even more music! If any of you guys want another remix up here that I missed, then let me know!
The Property of Hate (Vol 1) - a fanmade album of songs about the early events in TPoH and you can buy them, with a fraction of the sales going to Mod herself!
Cake and Chaos
2 eggs? Check. ½ cup of milk? Check. 1 cup of caster sugar? Hm, I’m sure raw sugar will work in lieu of caster. 1 cup of flour? Is there a difference between self-raising and plain? I’ll just use both. ⅓ cup of cocoa powder? Umm… I’ll just melt in some chocolate. It’s too late for another trip to the shops. Pinch of salt? Check. 80g of butter? It’s a bit hard, but check.
1. Mix the dry ingredients in a bowl.
Oh dear. Which ones count as dry again? Well, the flour obviously because it’s- ah. Oops. I’ll just… uh… scoop some of that back into the bag. Does that look like one cup? I’m sure it’ll be fine.
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Previously in this AU: Silver Screen Next in this AU: Doughnuts
As many fans are celebrating @modmad's birthday, the least I can do is reblog this wondrous fanfic episode of human!RGB attempting to bake a cake!
The Real Hero
Fandoms: The Property of Hate, Welcome to Night Vale, Other
Summary:
Instead of the Hero we all know and love, RGB has someone else in mind. She goes by the name of Tamika Flynn. Everything is fine, right?
Words: 4,000+ (If I remember correctly)
TW: arguing, angst, yelling
A/N: I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THESE WONDERFUL CHARACTERS AND THEY WILL BE CREDITED AS FOLLOWS: Tamika Flynn - Joseph Fink & Jeffery Cranor
RGB - @modmad
Madras - @uyuycucuy
Inkwell Cal - @awesomealfry
Rushmallow - @rusharound
Percival the Librarian -@dsylexiafeind
Magnus - @0chromat
IF I AM WRONG IN THIS CREDITING PLEASE NOTIFY ME ASAP (Madras, Cal, and Percy only get like a few pieces of dialogue each, and Magnus and Rushmallow are only mentioned/introduced. This story does not focus around them, but RGB and Tamika Flynn. (I wanted to credit them all the same because if not I would’ve felt guilty) If you would like to hear more stories with those other characters, I would be glad to write about them. You can contact me @kathrikat or on this blogs ask/IMing system although I am more active on kathrikat. Thanks!)
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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: The Property of Hate
Words: 2242
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Characters: Madrasojo, RGB
Additional Tags: Pre-Canon, Implied Relationships
Summary:
Madras allowed herself a moment of mourning for her lost sleep, and then shot the heavy bolts back and dragged the door open to let in the darkness and rain along with the television-headed idiot who had somehow managed to let himself get stuck outside in the worst storm in recent history.
(Or: rainy nights, idiot boxes, and plans doomed to failure from the start.)
