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Hatchetfield AU where the lords in black take care of their favorite humans as if they were their kids, just, Pokotho singing Paul to sleep, Tinky turning back time on one specific spot on Ted's leg so the pain disappears and won't come back, etc

just thought it would be kinda cute, in a weird ass way

Somebody PLEASE ask me about my "Space Bastard" Peter Spankoffski AU I am ITCHING to talk about it lmao

hello i was doing my daily peter tag check and i saw your post please talk about the space bastard au

YES!!!!! SOMEBODY ASKED!!!!!

So the Space Bastard AU - officially called "Time and Space" (although I really use both titles interchangeably) - takes place post-NPMD and focuses on the fact that Tinky was totally hyped about the idea of nabbing another Spankoffski for his toy box during The Summoning. It follows Peter as he deals with having to navigate his life through the trauma of everything that happened in NPMD, including life without Ruth and Richie at his side (luckily with an awesome and really supportive girlfriend who went through the same trauma he did), alongside a bunch of sudden string weird dreams he starts having that he can never completely remember, all of which involve a certain yellow Lord in Black...

Some further details:

Rather than the mayor directing them to the Black Book in the forest during NPMD, he's instead going to lead the nerds to Miss Holloway, who will apprehensively allow them to borrow it to fix the whole Jägerman situation. They never do end up returning it though, as Grace still keeps the book for herself at the end. I'm pretty sure this is the only change to NPMD I make in here, and it's really just so Holloway can be here, since if she didn't have the book in the original story, then that means she likely didn't survive the battle with Wiley & wouldn't be in the story at all.

At some point pretty early on in the story, Pete's gonna rediscover Miss Retro's (since the last time he was there, they were all about to be murdered by a ghost) and subsequently semi-"re-meet" Miss Holloway. She is very important to this story, and effectively serves the role of "guide/character who explains what's going on to Pete because while she's experienced with the Lords in Black, he sure as heck doesn't know what's going on".

Homeless Man Ted is ALSO here! Turns out he's become a regular at Miss Retro's, as Miss Holloway gives him free food and an occasional place to huddle during particularly cold days. Yes, he and Peter will reunite. Yes, I will be using him for further Tinky-related angst.

On that note though, Ted's been missing for ~2 years during the events of this story. It's an understandably sore spot for Peter.

As you probably already guessed, I specifically chose title of "Space Bastard" for Pete as a callback to Ted's "Time Bastard" status & Tinky's moniker as the "Bastard of Time and Space." Where Ted is stuck traveling through time, Peter's going to be stuck traveling through alternate realities.

Tinky makes his first big move on Peter's birthday of all things. Pete's sitting on a couch watching a movie with Steph, fairly satisfied with his day, before he gets yoinked through the seat (You know the feeling of falling in a dream? It's like that) and finds himself...on a different couch? Watching a different movie? And what the hell is Ted doing here? Didn't he go missing 2 years ago? Where's Steph?

Honestly I could spend an eternity talking about this one scene ALONE, but long story short, Tinky ruins the nice moment of Pete suddenly being reunited with his lost sibling & Pete eventually does get back to his home reality a la Ted "waking up" back at Paul & Emma's wedding in Time Bastard. If anyone wants me to go further into detail about this scene, I HAPPILY will, because there's so much I want to talk about with it lol

Oh yeah! And Pete talks about this specific set of events (which he rationalizes as a really weird dream) to Miss Holloway the next time he's at Miss Retro's, which kicks off the main "try to make it so Peter avoids his fate" storyline of the AU.

Spoiler alert: Peter won't win. No matter what he or anyone else does, he can't escape his destiny. He'll eventually be pulled into the box just like his older brother before him.

New AU idea where Wiggly's brothers get pissed off with him and end up beating him up and banishing him to the White, and now (much to his dismay) he has to reconcile with Webby.

I want Wiggly being absolutely pathetic, moping about and feeling sorry for himself while Webby just stares at him and goes "Get up you fucking dumbass, you look like an idiot."

I know I joked about making an ask blog in the tags of the "Wiggly's stuck in the White" AU (which I'm officially dubbing "Into the White") post I made yesterday, but like-

Would anyone be interested in me actually making one? I feel like he'd be a fun character to rp as lol

@wigglyinthewhite

THE AU WIGGLY ASK BLOG HAS BEEN CREATED!

NOW GO FORTH AND HARASS THIS SQUID MAN! /aff

These ravenous dudes have been chilling in my ipad for a while. Some more sketchy fan art of @fencecollapsed's awesome hatchetfield fic, What the Darkness Does, this time featuring the Lords in Black in their terrifying bestial forms.

I deeply fear my dungeon master laying eyes on these.

NPMD AU idea

Max is seriously, but not fatally injured in the Wayland place. He's left comatose for two weeks and awakens having forgotten the "party" and any good feelings he may have developed towards the nerds. During the time that he's away, the story continues much like in canon, with the nerds finally accepted by and befriending the cool kids in school. Which makes it sting so much worse when Max returns and the cool kids reluctantly turn on their new nerd friends again. Now they're not just being tormented by bullies, but by friends. Friends who claim to care, just not enough to stand up to Max. The only cool kid willing to stand up to Max is Steph, but she's a fringe cool kid at best and she quickly finds herself ostracized by her old friends and fully integrates into the nerd herd. But the central characters would actually be Richie and Jason, who became pretty good friends while Max was away. Turns out Jason likes anime too, and Richie is surprisingly good on a skateboard. When Max returns and Jason goes right back to it, Richie is hit hard. Jason is torn between loyalty to his new friend and his fear of social repercussions if he stands up to Max, and Richie is left with a two-faced friend who is friendly and apologetic when they're alone but immediately an aggressor the moment anyone is around who might get word to Max. Jason wants Richie to understand the position he's in. And Richie does, but it starts to hurt too much for him to care. Jason's apologies are pretty meaningless if he's just gonna do the same thing tomorrow. The story would follow Richie and the nerds as they try to survive the school's fucked up dynamic, and Jason, finding the courage and means to try and fix his friendship with Richie and deal with Max. And would maybe delve a bit into why Max is how he is. Max redemption arc? Mayhaps. Jason/Richie endgame? Probably. I'm calling this the "Right back to it" AU. I make no promises that it will ever be written.

Feel free to send me asks about it if you like I'd love to talk about it and flesh it out

It took all of 15 minutes for the jury to declare Stephanie Lauter guilty for the murders of Maxwell Jagerman, Richard Lipschitz, Ruth Fleming, and Peter Spankoffski. The sentence rung out through the courtroom, but Steph's demeanor made no change.

She knew she should be feeling something. Hell, she'd be spending the rest of her life in a prison cell. And yet, she couldn't bring herself to care. After all, she had killed Pete. Max, too, although he wasn't the first thing on her mind.

Stephanie Lauter was going to prison. The person who shot Peter Spankoffski point-blank in the head was going to prison.

Good. She thought. Fucking good.

The trial itself hadn't been as bad as she'd expected. She sat silently (voluntarily, for once in her life) as witnesses shared testimonies and lawyers performed carefully rehearsed statements.

The worst part was Pete's brother.

He was one of the most important witnesses for the prosecution, and Steph could feel his glare boring into her skull throughout the trial. It was his brother's testimony that truly made her realize how irrefutably guilty she looked.

The first time they planned to meet outside of school, Pete had come home bloodied and bruised and insisting that he just fell down the stairs. Then a couple days later, he came home in blood-soaked clothing, refusing to tell his brother anything. Then finally, Pete was killed, and Steph's fingerprints were on the trigger.

She knew how guilty she looked. She knew how guilty she was.

And somehow, Ted fucking Spankoffski -- the biggest sleazeball in Hatchetfield, a grade-A asshole, the bastard everyone knows and hates -- made her hate herself more than she ever thought she could.

She barely registered the security officers taking her arms and leading her out of the courtroom. She was brought outside, where dozens of reporters and news stations were waiting for her.

Hatchetfield is a small town. Steph hadn't realized how small it was until she recognized every face looking up at her with horror and disgust.

A furious sob rang out over the crushing wave of verbal abuse.

Steph looked over her shoulder, to see Ted Spankoffski being held back by several court security guards. He thrashed wildly in their grip, snarling at Steph.

She was ushered into a police car, as more officers attended to Ted.

As the car pulled away from the courthouse, Ted Spankoffski suddenly looked so small. His resolve crumbled as he fell to his knees, weeping over his murdered brother.

The person who killed Peter Spankoffski was spending the rest of her life in prison.

Good. Thought Steph. Fucking good.

I think them as a childhood group of friends cold be very fun! Like they kinda work as a Scooby Doo/Solve It Squad kinda group except most of the crimes are actually supernatural and connected to the occult (I’m sure that’s a thing i guess Gravity Falls?) thinking of calling them the Hatchet Catchers or something like that?

Anyway Duke mostly handles the “civilian” stuff (talking to witnesses and adults) and patches everyone up with the first aid kit he keeps in his bag. Holloway is also very good with adults but she mostly handles research and take-down. Wiley is more the action type but he has a way with cult members that can get kinda creepy at times. He also sews which is fun! Sheila is best as long-cons and waiting shit out, she’s also very good to have in a fight.

Here’s them as teens too. This is like a month or so before the Accident™️.

Duke(definitely lying): Sorry dad. We’ll never sneak onto an active crime scene again.

A handful of stardust

@holloweaneweek day 2 - Stars (alt)

warnings: kidnapping / read on AO3 here

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Duke shifted, pulling at the ropes binding he and the star- Holloway- to the mast below deck. All the regret in the world was starting to set in, and he had to force himself to think about just how he’d gotten there.

The wall.

All of this had started because he defied the one rule his town held sacred and crossed the wall. He was all set for a perfectly ordinary life, but a fallen star and his sense of curiosity had completely gotten the better of him.

But, he couldn’t really complain, could he? He’d already had the adventure of a lifetime, and he’d only been gone a day or two.

Surely, the adventure was bound to last, too, had he not told Holloway to think of home and the travel had left the two of them stranded on a cloud. Halfway between his home and hers. He knew he should’ve been more specific… Now they’d been kidnapped by what he could only describe as sky pirates, and from what he could make out on the other side of the door, they really had it in for them.

He could feel the slow throbbing of his left hand underneath the tension of the ropes. In the heat of the moment, when Holloway was inches away from facing the business end of some crazy man’s blade, he’d made a move of his own. The mother he'd never known about had left him the strangest candle in existence, and when he’d lit it, he’d found himself able to travel with only a thought. When he’d seen the chance of Holloway’s death, he’d grabbed the candle and thrust it into the closest flame, desperate to make an escape. 

Some escape this was.

“Do you… Can you and yours even die?” He asked quietly, shooting a nervous glance out of the window, down to the eventual demise thousands of feet below them.

“Die?” She returned, with half the caution he’d exerted.

“Well, it pretty much looks like that’s where this is going, right? Soon as those debates stop going on above us, they’re either gonna torture the life out of us, or we’re going straight through that window there.”

“Why do those have to be the only two options?”

“Forgive me for not being the most optimistic about our chances, Miss Holloway, but they’re pirates! And half of them looked like they wanted to kill us!”

At that, the man who seemed to be in charge burst through the door, his eyes on his catch from the moment he began sauntering down the stairs. He was a tall, well built man, though Duke had no gauge of just how tall he was with the way he was positioned. His hair was a mess of golden curls, long enough that he was able to keep it tied up, but short enough that some of the frontmost strands had begun to fall loose.

The thing that startled Duke the most was the very long and very obvious sword sitting at his waistband. That was where his eyes landed, and he couldn’t look away.

The captain approached, step by thunderous step. Duke did everything he could not to look afraid as he and Holloway were put under scrutiny.

“Alright, the two of you best start giving me some answers, less you want this to end in a very long and very painful death. This is where you tell me who you are and what the hell you’re doin’ up here.”

Duke felt himself stiffen, and he heard Holloway take in a soft breath behind him. He sturdied himself, summoned as much confidence as he could manage, and stared the captain straight in the face. “My name’s Duke Keane, This is my… Wife, Marisa.” Two lies in one breath. He was lucky he considered himself to be a good liar. Holloway was the only name she’d given him, but it didn’t sound enough like a forename for him to use it, so he’d had to improvise. 

“We had no intentions of being here!” Holloway reasoned, giving Duke ample chance to bounce off that.

He nodded frantically. “We’re tryna make it back home. To- uh- to Hatchetfield.”

The captain raised an eyebrow, leaning back against a precarious stack of crates. “She’s your wife, huh? Certainly won’t be the case for much longer… Not with the way things are going, son.”

“Don’t touch her,” Duke warned, to which the captain laughed. From behind the door, he and Holloway heard the crew laughing too. Great. This was one step away from being free entertainment for a whole crew of people. He struggled, decidedly desperate to get out of this situation.

“Your little show of spirit isn’t impressing anyone, Keane. Another word outta you, and I’ll cut out your tongue.”

Duke’s eyes went wide. “Sir-?” His hand absently found Holloway’s. They held onto each other, their reluctance to be in each other’s company being outshone by a want to stay alive.

“An improvement, but still not better.” Within a moment, the captain leaned forwards, and his tone dropped. “Listen to me, son. I have a plan, but I’m going to need you to play along.”

“Wh-what?!” Startled by the change, Holloway dared herself to turn around, nearly meeting the captain’s eyes. 

“I dunno how much longer I can keep this interrogation going, so I’m gonna make a dramatic ending. This lot doesn’t take kindly to prisoners, y’see.” He straightened up, unsheathed his sword, and cut straight through the rope binding the two of them to the mast.

Duke startled immediately and pressed himself up against the sturdy wood. He received a rather sympathetic look from the captain.

“I’ll explain in good time, I swear on my life. But right now, the only thing I need is your trust… And your clothes.”

“Excuse me?”

The captain pointed. At the far end of the room stood a wooden mannequin. “I’m gonna throw you overboard.” He’d said that loud enough that the outside crew could hear him. They scrambled up onto the main deck, presumably to see the action for themselves. Duke looked like he was starting to understand. As he was removing his jacket, he received one final instruction that set this whole thing into motion.

“Behind that door at the far end is a passage that leads straight to my cabin. Take it, I’ll bring your lady, and then I will explain.”

With the promise of an explanation, but still feeling more confused and apprehensive than he had in a long time, Duke simply elected to go along with it. But he was truly astounded. How could one man go from looking like he was out for blood to offering his prisoners another chance at life, in a mere matter of moments?

Taking the passageway in just his underwear was one of the most exposing things he’d ever done, and the place was a kind of cold that he wouldn’t get used to quickly. He didn’t stick around for long enough to see what happened next, but while he was shifting through the all too thin corridor, he heard cheers from above him, and then he pushed his way into the captain’s quarters just as he heard Holloway yelling something he couldn’t quite catch. Something about a murderer? That guy must’ve told her how to go along with it. He really knew how to set something up, didn’t he?

He barely managed to compose himself before the captain came bursting through the door, near enough dragging Holloway behind him. The moment the door closed, she stood up straighter, and he released her. 

“I am sorry about that, miss… Needs must.”

She shrugged, brushing herself off. “It was.. No problem. But, you are gonna tell us what’s going on now, aren’t you?”

“Of course. See, from the moment you mentioned Hatchetfield, I knew there was something I could do... Mr Keane,” his eyes landed on Duke, who had shrunken into himself and was trying to keep himself as warm as possible. He hummed a little, wandering over to what looked like a closet, and sizing something up. When he turned back around, he had slung over his arm a whole other outfit that he quickly passed off to Duke. “I believe this looks like your size. And I assume there are questions?”

Duke accepted the bundle of fresh clothes and began to slip them on, more bothered about keeping the chill of the thin air off him. “Uh yeah, more than a few… Who are you? What was the deal back there?” He was immediately surprised that the captain's judgement was perfectly correct. Everything he'd been handed fit him perfectly, as if they had been tailored for him. He decided not to think too much into that.

“I suppose that is a good place to start. The name's McNamara. My father was one of the greatest privateers this side of the wall, and his reputation permits nothing other than my being exactly the same. I've spent years building up this facade; the most ruthless, unforgiving bastard I could muster. But the truth of the matter is different. I'm not entirely sure what would happen if they ever found out I'd been slyly letting men go for longer than I can remember…”

“You said the stepping stone was when I mentioned Hatchetfield?”

“I myself am a Hatchetfield boy, and I dare say I’ve missed the place in my years away…”

“Now I know you’re lying-” Duke muttered, to which McNamara laughed heartily. 

“Mhm. Damn right.”

“What’s so bad about it?” Holloway asked, all too innocently.

Duke shot a quick glance towards McNamara. It seemed this wasn’t the first time he’d heard that he’d been lied to. He seemed entirely nonplussed, so Duke assumed that Holloway had already rushed him through an explanation.

“What’s right about it?” He returned, his focus directed towards her. “Strange place, really… A lot of weird stuff happens, that’s why I thought nobody would notice if I hopped the wall and decided to venture out. It’s like people say, around there, people go missing every day.”

Her eyes widened a little. The fact that the whole town was just willing to shrug off the strange happenings and the numerous disappearances was astounding, to say the least. She couldn’t believe that.

McNamara folded his arms. “I’ve got a deal to make some miles below, there’s a buyer willing to take up what we’ve been collecting, for good money. An offer I can’t refuse, let’s say. But the two of you are welcome to stay, I’ll get you back to Hatchetfield, you have my word.”

The two of them felt rather assured in that. When McNamara docked- which was a much less violent experience than Duke had thought- the whole crew disappeared with several airtight canisters in tow. Had either of them seen what they had actually been collecting? What kind of deal could make McNamara so excited that they had to take it on immediately?

Whatever the deal was, it gave the two of them the chance to look around a little. Holloway became fascinated with the metal netting at the bow of the ship, and spent a while staring at it. It was a wire frame, and led down over the body of the zeppelin keeping the ship in the air. Connecting it to the deck was a long, iron rod that almost resembled a flagpole.

When she motioned Duke over, he stared at it, trying to figure it out. “That looks like a lightning rod…” He pointed out. 

“A lightning rod? On an airship?”

“Why conduct the lightning towards the ship? Surely that’d be something they wanted to get away from…”

She nodded her agreement. “Unless that’s what they’re selling off?”

That sounded entirely crazy to him, but at the same time, somewhat plausible. He couldn’t imagine how it worked, but somehow, he could picture people literally collecting the lightning out of the sky almost perfectly.

When the crew returned, Duke was introduced to them as McNamara’s nephew, returned from some journey or other. The change in outfit had made him feel like a completely different person, in any case, even if he physically looked no different. 

The journey back to Hatchetfield wasn't a short one. The estimation had been a couple of days, but the time wasn't wasted. McNamara was incredibly kind to the both of them, and they quite literally danced the night away. Duke wasn't the most proficient dancer, but the way McNamara told it to him made it sound easy. And, Holloway was a brilliant partner. Both of them shared that lack of practice, but she was smiling like she had never been part of a better experience. He held her close, looking at her like she’d hung the moon. Keeping to a rhythm was much easier when there was no music, so the two of them swayed to their own melody, one that he found himself absently humming.

Lost in the moment, he closed his eyes, letting everything wash over him. He was the luckiest man in the world, and he’d fallen in love with a star. An actual star, fallen from the sky. And that didn’t sound even remotely crazy to him. 

A gathering of soft gasps from the crew drew him back into the moment, and he opened his eyes to find that Holloway was quite literally glowing. His smile grew only further, and he leaned in towards her. “You’re really shinin’ out here tonight…” he mused softly

She returned his smile, and then seemed to realise exactly what he meant. But, she seemed to delight in it, and laughed a melodic little tinkle. “May as well make the moment last then, right?”

Duke’s cheeks dusted with a blush, and he nodded dutifully. Taking one of his hands from her waist, he held it out, and interlaced her fingers in his. “By all means…”

Wiggly brought Wilbur Cross into the Black and White (No colorized).

They are slightly different in appearance from the original, and I added the AU tag because I drew this meme for the "Black and White Reverse AU" that my friend and I came up with, so I thought it would be reasonable.