#content warning: swearing

[theholmwoodfoundation]

Jeremy’s phone call to the Office doesnt go very well.

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PHONE VOICE: This call may be recorded for training and monitoring purposes. Please press one to continue. [BUTTON PRESS] JEREMY: Come on, come on. Please work. Please fucking work– PHONE VOICE: Hello, you are through to the Holmwood Foundation– JEREMY: Thank fuck– PHONE VOICE: –home of the world’s leading experts in classic haematology. Please select from one of the following options: Press one for Research. Press two for Charity Resources. Press three for Acquisitions. Press four to speak to an Operator. [ANGRY BUTTON PRESS] PHONE VOICE: Thank you. You have selected option Four. You are currently in a queue. Please hold. [HOLD MUSIC: SOFT CLASSICAL. WE HEAR THE WHISTLE OF WIND OUTSIDE ON THE MOORS] JEREMY: God, this fucking hotline. If I had my phone I could just– PHONE VOICE: Thank you for waiting. At The Holmwood Foundation, we have spent over a century working to improve our understanding of benign haematology and rare blood disorders, using generous donations from donors, patients and the public to save and improve lives. JEREMY: [EXASPERATED BREATH] PHONE VOICE: You are still in a queue. We will get to you as soon as we can. Your call is important to us. [HOLD MUSIC] JEREMY: Yes it must be really important, mustn't it? [HOLD MUSIC CUTS ABRUPTLY.] PHONE VOICE: I am sorry. We cannot take your call at the moment. Please leave your name and number and one of our team will get back to you. JEREMY: Get back to me? [VOICEMAIL BEEP.] JEREMY: Look, could someone please get my father, Mr Harker, to call me? I don’t care who he’s having drinks with in Amsterdam, I don’t care if he’s not talking to me right now. I can’t get hold of him or my PA or anyone. I am having a fucking mental breakdown, I’m stuck travelling with a woman claiming to be possessed by a ghost. Oh, and in case you haven’t fucking noticed, the Whitby building has been destroyed and all the thralls have escaped! Please just answer this message! [PHONE CUTS OUT] JEREMY: I didn’t say where I was…Fuck! [CALL ENDS]

[brynn-lear]

Yandere rancher!Gallagher vs Yandere cowboy!Boothill over a mail order bride!reader fic when? When I'm done with the event probably-

Tentative fic title: Holding A Wedding On Top Of His Funeral

“Let my spouse go.”

“Or what, eh? Send a herd on my way? Chuck that flimsy shot in my direction? Don't act tuff when I can put a bullet on your skull.”

“You know nothin' about Penacony. Let (Y/n) go. Now.”

“Ha. Well I'll be. Time to get serious.”

[thornycanary]

contented warnings

[v33-art]

I bafflingly fell in love with a character at first sight. Like flat out the most beautiful man I've ever seen.

[piosplayhouse]

OH COME ON

[erosology]

y’all expecting us to spoon-feed you content but not bothering to interact with us on a human-level is a big reason why your faves don’t hang out here anymore just sayin

[loganslowdown4]

Roman: Ok, how do I ask out Virgil in a creative way?

Remus: Roses are red, violets are blue. Guess what? My bed has room for two!

Roman: Oh my god, no! This is our first date...

Remus: Twinkle twinkle little star, we can do it in the car!

Roman: STOP IT

Remus: Row row row your boat, gently down the stream, merrily merrily merrily merrily, I can make you scream!

Roman: Get the fuck out.

[new-revenant]

Itssss bingo time. I wanna interact with you guys on a bit more casual(?) level. Already did this a while back for my other fandom, but I wanna do it here now

Send me a DP character and/or ship and I’ll fill out a little square on here. DPxDC and other crossover ships are also welcome.

[befuddled-calico-whump]

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[blametheeditor]

Voretober Day 2 | Thrill

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If given the opportunity, would you take the chance to go to space and travel the stars? What if the person offering to take you was someone you trusted more than anyone else?

What if that person is no longer entirely human?

MENTIONS OF SOFT VORE

Content Warnings: Soft, non-sexual vore (only mentions for now). Mentions of body horror. Mentions of experimenting on people. Mentions of death and murder, violence. Being trapped against one's will. Dehumanization. Abductions. Cursing. Darker themes/tone

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Scott makes an audible gasp when he finally sees the ‘small but reliable’ spaceship Vincent had been promising was only a few feet from the edge of the woods. 

It wasn’t. The annoyingly still taller was off by nearly a mile, but the trek was worth it. It gave him more time to confirm without a doubt that this is real and not some incredibly vivid dream that he’ll wake up from at any moment. 

Vincent really came back. Scott actually has his best friend again. And they are going to outer space.

Despite knowing deep down aliens wouldn’t have circular spaceships like they do in every movie and TV show, that was the only thing he really could imagine. Meaning he’s pleasantly surprised to see something that looks more futuristic than anything. No flashing green lights as it spins like a top, just a sleek metal exterior that’s mostly rectangular. 

It’s not the design that took his breath away, however. No, his gasp wasn’t one of awe, it was one of horror. 

He didn’t think Vincent was lying, his best friend isn’t a liar. Not to Scott and especially not about something like being abducted by aliens. But the thought of someone he cares about being taken by beings for God knows what had him praying that, just this once, the truth was being stretched. 

But no, this too is real. Vincent was taken, given permanent scars from whatever tests and dissections and studies they did, all while he had no way to fight back or go home. 

Scott begins to tremble. Jumps when a hand suddenly grabs his shoulder to gently squeeze it. Looks up to see Vincent offering a smile. “Would you like a tour?” 

Stricken with the inability to speak, Scott nods his head. Instead of berating him for not giving a verbal response, Vincent only starts to walk through the clearing toward the spaceship, gesturing for the shorter to follow. Without hesitation, he does. 

“I don’t need to tell a computer major not to press any buttons without knowing what they do, right?” 

Scott can’t help giving a scowl. “I don’t need a masters to know not to touch anything on a spaceship, Vince.” 

“Just checking,” Vincent claims as he lifts his hands up in mock surrender. “I might’ve pressed a button or two when I shouldn’t have.” 

As the taller continues his journey through the tall grass, Scott finds himself freezing in place, staring after someone who said that with a little bit of pride. “Do I want to know?” 

“Nope.” 

It’s only when Vincent finally reaches the spaceship does Scott realize he got left behind. With a pounding heart, he runs the rest of the way, skidding to a stop next to the taller just as a hissing sound fills the air and silences all of the chirping crickets. He was too late to see what was done in order to open the door, but he’s just in time to watch it seemingly materialize on the once totally smooth plate of metal before gliding effortlessly into the wall. 

“Woah.” 

“Just wait,” Vincent grins, looking just as ecstatic as Scott. 

The thrill of getting on a spaceship is dampened at the sight of nothing but pure darkness waiting for them. The moment Vincent steps inside, however, everything begins to glow brighter and brighter until a hallway is revealed. One Scott quickly follows his best friend down as they travel deeper into the spaceship. 

“There’s panels on almost every inch of these walls,” Vincent explains as he gestures at the grey walls surrounding them. They’re just as sleek as the metal outside with no knobs or outline where a panel could be. “Just like the door, you need to activate them for access.” 

“How do you remember where everything is?” Scott asks. Because there’s no indication anything but a wall exists, and yet he’s being told there are items just within reach as long as they’re activated. 

“I don’t.” 

Scott gives a fierce glare, only holding back a snap when Vincent presses a hand against the wall. His annoyance turns into fascination as the empty space suddenly lights up. 

There’s a moment as it seems to think. Then silently, without telling them something changed, it shuts off. When he looks over the walls again, however, dozens of outlines decorate the once empty space. 

“This is where you need to remember where things are,” Vincent smirks and the man’s lucky Scott missed him as much as he did because he is this close to whacking the know it all upside the head. 

The worst part is Vincent seems to know he’s in danger, quick to divert his attention by reaching toward an outline as big as a dresser drawer. Tapping it once with a single finger, what was once a wall disappears almost like magic. 

Scott’s bloodlust is effectively nullified, watching in awe as a box slides into the open, one that’s divided into six different columns with each one having a different colored stripe going down the middle. If he didn’t know any better, he’d think it’s a simple organizer that dispenses different items. Although, even if it is just an organizer, he still wants to grab one of them to see what it is. 

“You should take a blue one,” is all Scott needs to quickly grab the blue tab sticking out of the bottom. When he pulls it out of the box, instead of something high-tech that’s impossible to tell what it’s for, he’s left with a blue square that crinkles. 

“Never thought aliens would have plastic wrappers,” Scott muses. 

“Technically not plastic, but same concept and purpose,” Vincent grins, clearly amused by the slight disappointment. “You should eat that before we take off.” 

If it had been anyone else, he would’ve assumed the worse. That what he holds is something that will either put him to sleep, or paralyze him so he can’t fight as he’s put on a table to get dissected. But this is Vincent, the only person in the world he can trust. Meaning the unknown item is held close as to not lose it until it’s been eaten. 

That’s when the rest of the sentence processes and Scott’s heart skips a beat. Not out of terror, from pure excitement. He’s really going to space. “When do we leave?” 

Instead of sharing the excitement, amber eyes stare down at him. And even though it’s been over 6 years since he’s seen that expression, it’s one he immediately recognizes. The one where Vincent is searching for any sign of Scott having any regrets. Any hint of him having so much as a single thought where he doesn’t want to keep going. 

Leaving everything he’s ever known behind forever is a far cry from sneaking out of the house late at night, but fundamentally they’re the same. If Scott has any second thoughts, Vincent won’t force him to stick by what he said when nothing was at stake. When they weren’t standing by a gate with bolt clippers in hand. When they weren’t standing inside a spaceship capable of leaving this planet. 

There’s no second guessing himself when it comes to this. He wants to go, even if he can never come back. If Vincent isn’t staying on Earth, then neither is he. There’s nothing left for him here if his best friend is out there exploring the galaxy. 

Vincent hums. “Whenever you’re ready.” 

Scott can’t help giving a giant smile. “I’m ready.” 

“Alright,” Vincent breathes, almost in disbelief. Searches Scott’s face one last time before slowly shaking his head. “I’m glad you’re here, Scotty.” 

Then it clicks. Vincent thought he’d be leaving alone. Maybe had even planned on it. Maybe thought about not telling Scott the truth and simply disappearing again. Maybe assumed someone wouldn’t want to go with the only person who made their life barely because space and aliens is too much to handle. 

Scott pulls his best friend into a hug, one that’s quickly accepted as they cling to each other. “Friends don’t let friends go to space alone. Especially after they disappeared for 6 God damned years.” 

Vincent makes a sound that’s between a laugh and a snort. “When did you start cussing?” 

“I’m letting God do the damning so it’s not cussing,” Scott huffs, making Vincent’s hair lift up for a brief second, unsure if he should feel insulted that was focused on over his earnestness. 

At first, it’s silent, nothing but Vincent’s chest jumping to say he’s laughing. It becomes too much to hold in, though, and the taller’s laughing so loudly Scott’s sure it can be heard all the way to the edge of the woods. 

An indignant ‘what?’ only sets him off again right as it’s beginning to die down, and Scott doesn’t do a single thing to stop it. Not when he missed this sound. Not when he thought he would never hear it again. Not when Vincent finally sounds like himself. 

After about a minute and with tears in his eyes, Vincent finally manages to stop his guffawing, wiping his eyes as he sighs loudly. “The best part is you didn’t even do it properly.” 

Scott bristles before shoving at the taller. “Get us into space already!” 

“Yes, sir,” Vincent chuckles, turning down another hallway to the right. 

After a moment of standing by the door, Scott realizes they’re going to take off. They’re going to space. Yet he has no idea what that means in terms of what’s going to happen once the spaceship is off the ground. 

With a little concern over how turbulent the flight will be, Scott quickly follows after his best friend. Finds himself struck by awe at the sight of the command console. Something with very few physical switches and knobs, and instead is dominated by screens as they wrap around the front of the ship. 

Vincent sits in the chair in the very front, right in the center of blinking lights and holograms, a steering wheel ignored in favor of flipping a switch above before spinning toward a screen to type something in. 

Suddenly afraid he’ll break the concentration scolding Vincent’s features, Scott slowly sits down in one of the two chairs behind the pilot’s, confident he’s a safe distance away to not be in the way. 

He nearly jumps at the sound of something crinkling, looking down to see the blue packet he grabbed earlier, the one he was instructed to eat before take off. Meaning he should do that now or else delay them when he claimed he was ready to go. 

With slow movements in the hope he isn’t causing a distraction, Scott carefully rips open the ‘plastic’. Can’t help feel an overwhelming sense of disappointment at the sight of the blandest looking cookie imaginable. Out of everything he was expecting, this wasn’t it. But Vincent told him to eat it, and he’s the only one with experience traveling through space. 

The moment he sets it on his tongue, it turns into liquid. Not like how cotton candy seems to dissolve little by little, it just becomes water. Tastes just like it, too. Now Scott feels like he was tricked into eating water. 

“That’s it,” Vincent announces, turning his chair around to give a smile. A genuine one that says he’s just as excited as Scott. “Ship’s ready. Any questions before we leave?” 

“Did you make me eat water?” Scott demands. 

“While that sounds like something I would do, no, I didn’t,” Vincent smirks. “It's something that will make it impossible for you to feel any nausea while we’re flying.” 

“Oh.” He looks around the room to see if there’s anything that peeks his interest to ask about now instead of later. When nothing does, he focuses on the chair he’s sitting on. Fails to find any kind of seatbelt to buckle himself in. “Is there anything to worry about us going Mach 20?” 

Vincent shakes his head. “It’ll take some getting used to, but you won’t feel much of the acceleration, or any force from us flying at a high velocity. And you can’t fall out of that chair even if you tried.” 

Got it, alien technology doesn’t need seatbelts. “No more questions from me.” 

Not until they’re safely in space and flying across the galaxy. 

Vincent doesn’t try to ask if he’s sure he wants to do this. Doesn’t say this is his last chance to say ‘never mind’ and go home like nothing happened. Without his best friend. Back to a monotonous life of waiting to be told what to do. 

Instead, Vincent turns back to the console, grabbing the wheeling as he presses a button. 

Scott didn’t feel the ship jerk in the slightest as it lifted off the ground. But he can see the trees moving across the windows. Watches as they disappear, clouds making a brief appearance before they’re gone just as quickly. Gets his breath stolen away as true darkness surrounds them, and they’re turning in order to avoid a collision with the moon. 

The moon, the one that lit their path from his house to the ship he’s sitting in now. They’re hovering over the moon. 

And then Vincent’s turning them in a full circle until all they can see is Earth. 

Scott finally remembers to breathe as everything seems to go still. As he faces the fact he really is leaving. Not just the house that was always too quiet, or the town that seemed so desolate the day Vincent went missing. He’s leaving the only place humanity exists. Replacing it with unknowns and uncertainties. 

All except for one. 

His eyes lock onto Vincent, watching him carefully, the question of if he’s confident this is what he wants loud in the silence. 

Scott smiles. “Where to first?”

[clowncarfullofrats]

Hey. For the potentially limited crowd of regressors and rain world fans:

Slugpup regressing, jumping onto/between things, eating gummy worms because they're like bugs, gathering sticks and rocks to take on your journeys as weapons, piggyback rides and holding hands, finding "shelters"(pillow forts and blankets), jumping in puddles after the rain, climbing things, running off on your own little adventures, playing in the mud, CARETAKER ITERATORS,,,

Slugpup regression :3

-An artificer fictive who slugpup regresses

[sonicattos]

sonic unhingehog

[pet-cemetery-emotes]

oh shid 600 followers. hello everypony.

[when-gravity-has-fallen]

Okay I need to talk about Mr. And Mrs. Pines (Dipper and Mabel's parents) somewhere because idk how much will be revealed via asks. Maybe I'll write a proper fanfiction someday but for now I'm just yapping. The Axolotl should not have given me this power haha.

CONTENT WARNINGS FOR THE FOLLOWING: 🚨⚠️

Death, injury, car accidents, abuse, family issues, cheating/infidelity, bad religious experiences, general discussion of war, and discussion of divorce

PLEASE LET ME KNOW IF I MISSED SOMETHING. I apologize in advance for possible missing warnings.

First off, Dad Pines' name is Connor amd Mom Pines' name is Lillian! Because why not? That's just the names I came up with 2014 and it's just continued to feel right ever since.

So that baby? Held in Caryn Pines' arms in A Tale of Two Stans? That confuses the hell out of everyone? Yeah that baby.

In my version of events here that baby is Shermie's kid. Dad Pines.

As is a popular headcanon, I also have Shermie being a Vietnam veteran and Ma Pines was helping Mrs. Shermie (I've called her Emma for a long time. Don't ask why. Maybe her name will change idk) to care for Baby Connor, which is what we see during the fight between the OG Mystery Twins.

When Shermie finally returns home from war, he finds out that Stan was kicked out by Filbrick, which... he's not happy about. As a result he moves his family west to Reno, Nevada. Due to moving, general hustle-bustle of life, and raising a family, he unfortunately is unable to contact Stan. He couldn't attend the funeral due to work conflicts and regrets not going. (Well. Until Ford comes back that is. Likely before or at some point during their boat travels they give ol Sherman a visit)

The Pines (aka Shermie and "Emma") also raise their family as Jewish but are more casual in it than Filbrick and Caryn were. Shermie in particular is more casual, especially after Vietnam whereas Emma is more devout.

They also have three more sons after Connor. Idk/remember their names. I'll just say one of them is Abraham. No they don't have a lot of details or relevance. Sorry kids.

Either during Connor's late high school years or time in college he becomes agnostic.

He's a football fool and he was a quarterback for his team in high school.

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Lillian was the result of a sex worker at a bachelor's party. Her parents initially were both in Illinois but her father moved to Minnesota (or fudging East Dakota if Bill is right about it not being real). She didn't know her father (John) until she was ~10, when she came under his care due to the passing of her beloved mother (Margaret).

Her father was shocked as to her existence and had to put together two and two. Something in him couldn't turn her away so he took her in.

Her stepmother (Agatha) was unfortunately of the Cinderella kind. She was very unhappy about the physical manifestation of her husband's infidelity and therefore shunned Lillian. Her father despite being unable to turn Lillian away, rarely properly parented her and stayed out of conflicts between his daughter and wife.

John and Agatha were Lutheran Christians, dragging Lillian to church until she was 14. As a little girl she liked it but developed a nullness over time, especially with how other church members discussed single mothers and sex workers. She became agnostic over the course of her teens.

She loved playing hockey in her spare time.

Lillian had two half-brothers and though they weren't the closest they helped make her home life more bareable.

Close enough she'd miss them when she finally was able to jump ship at 18.

And wouldn't you know it? She eventually came to Reno.

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Connor during his college years was a frat boy and became overly confident in his approach with women. Therefore when the fraternity were celebrating their graduations/last time officially together, he is *shook* when the most beautiful woman (one of the bartenders) he's ever seen replies to his pick-up line like this-

Connor: Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?

Lillian: Are you calling me Satan?

Considering how Connor.exe was not working she tells him she's just joking, getting no response (or really anything indicating he's alive aside from an occasional blink). One of his buddies comes up teasing him and orders them drinks.

Yet throughout the night he can't stop thinking about her and occasionally glances over, watching her in her rhythm making drinks or wiping down the counter.

A couple days later, he decides to try that new diner (it'd actually been around almost a year but I digress) for breakfast. Lo and behold, Lillian is also a waitress there!

Despite the food or beverages not being his favorite it becomes his routine to go there. Any moment he can get to see this person who has caught his eye like none have before.

Around this time a few of his frat friends want to go have a weekend of fun in Vegas together and contact him. They arrange for the trip and head towards Vegas (Connor of course giving Lillian a heads-up).

Over time, they become good friends and it's now Connor's heart that has been caught as well. He means to ask her out but he keeps getting nervous just like he did with his first crush.

Then tragedy strikes.

They get into a terrible car accident, of which only Connor and one friend barely survive. The latter sadly passes later in the hospital.

When Lillian gets the news her stomach drops and races to figure out which hospital he's at. He's began to mean so much to her. She finally finds him, comatose.

She visits him whenever she can, meeting his family during those visits. Emma absolutely thinks her to be daughter in law material. Shermie does too he's just not vocal about it.

Connor finally reawakes and has to work through some grief (though maybe not all of it?). Lillian is by his side through it all.

When he's recovered the two start dating. Wahoo! They eventually get married! Wahoo! They get a house in Piedmont at some point (maybe an old vacation/summer home Sherman had? Idk)

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Around their early 30s in 1999 they have our favorite anxious boy and sparkly girl!

Emma is very excited for her grandkids and thus when they discover that their twins are boy/girl she releases a crapton of baby announcements. This is how Stan learns of them. He races down to Piedmont the closest weekend and surprises EVERYONE. He had to witness these twins for himself.

Stan becomes attached. He visits often. Him and Lillian actually bond quite a bit due to both having challenge in their pasts. As much as one can when disguised as their brother anyway.

(Shermie finds "Ford's" mannerisms similar to Stan's from what he can remember btw. Stan gives him the excuse of missing his brother. Knowing how the 2 could impersonate each other Shermie nods and moves on, much to Stan's relief)

This is how he ended up being there for the twins' birth.

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I'm still figuring out the circumstances behind their martial issues in 2012.

Anyway regardless of how they got here, filled with emotions they attempt a divorce...only for the both of them to not be able to finish the paperwork. Deep down they still care so deeply for each other, how can they let go of everything they've built? The family they made? Not to mention how distressing it would be for their kids.

So despite their own skeptism with therapy, they're at their wit's end. They decide to try it. After all they could always still divorce if needed, why not give it a go? Turns out it's really good for them and they reconnect. So Dipper and Mabel get to come back to a healthier, happier, more wholesome household ☺️

And now that their parents have been introduced to the importance of therapy, they can get their now traumatized kids help...

They also renew their vows at some point with Mabel being the flower girl and Dipper bearing the rings.

That's pretty much all I have to say on them. I kinda love them a lot 🫶

Questions about these guys are so welcome, like seriously I've grown such an attachment to them.

[clown-prince-of-gay]

Guys.... I got a bit too silly and drew Jeffery T. Killer again.

I swear im normal.

Likes and reblogs appreciated! Do not repost!

[blankieisablankie]

Having to repost this cause Kwip put it on the wrong account FHDKGDU