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talekinesis · 7 months ago

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I need Stan and Ford to see their mom again

Like let's say she's still alive and in her 80s, she's in a wheelchair (ambulatory, she has customized canes) she still lives in their old home because a part of her hoped Stanford would come back, and she didn't want to leave their home, so he'd know where to go back to.

She wanted to stay put in case Ford came back.

So imagine her shock when both her boys come back home to her

Obviously Stan immediately starts apologizing for faking his death, putting her through grief, her arranging and attending his funeral, but she stops him like "I'd much rather it be fake than real." That's her baby boy, back from the dead, something most people don't get, so to her it's a miracle.

Her Jersey accent is thick, and it actually brings out the twins' accents that had faded over time (Stan's sounds natural to him since he always retained it a little, but everyone finds it funny when Ford's accent comes back because he just doesn't seem like the type to speak like that)

THEY MOVE HER INTO THE SHACK

The boys wanna take care of their mama and keep her around since it's been so long, and Caryn is delighted to be moved out of a loud city with rough memories and into a quiet little town where the people are odd but nice. Ford and Stan both work together to make the Shack accessible for her. Ford actually sat in her wheelchair to test everything and make sure she could get around on her own.

They catch her up on everything, and at first they don't think she'll fully believe them but she's like "Stanford built an international portal and got lost for 30 years? Stanley took his place and turned his home into tourist trap? Yeah, that seems like something my boys would do."

When she learns Stan taught himself engineering to re-build the portal, she's obviously very proud of him. "You were never dumb, Stanley, ya just learned different. Honestly, I always thought ya had A-D-H-D but Pa never wanted ya tested. But look how smart and creative ya turned out, son! I think ya did good." And Stan is definitely not crying.

Personal headcanon: Caryn was also really smart and picked up on things quick. The boys had to have gotten it from somewhere, and it wasn't Filbrick. He just took the credit because 1) he was the worst, and 2) times were different back then and no one would have really taken her seriously. But she's the one who would fix things around the house since she taught herself how to keep the place together and running since Filbrick wouldn't pay anyone to come and repair anything.

Imagine little Stan standing behind her with a flashlight while she fixes the wiring in the wall because an outlet stopped working. Both of the boys helping her while she fixes the car for the third time that week because it keeps breaking down. Mama Pines taught herself how to keep things up and running because no one else would or could.

Caryn meets Mabel and Dipper when they come back in the summer, and Mabel is THRILLED

She's technically met them before but they were still newborns at the time so they don't remember her, and she hadn't gotten a chance to see who they'd become

Mabel makes her a sweater and she wears it with pride. And I really think it would go like that scene from Elemental

Caryn: You made this?

Mabel: Oh, yeah, it's nothing-

Caryn: Nothin? Babygirl, my designer dresses were made by 'nothin.' Oh sweetie, you have got to do somethin' with this skill. And to think, I have an original 'Mabel Pines.'

And don't think I'm leaving Dipper out of this, he gets his great-grandma's attention too. She loves talking to him and listening to him tell stories about the monsters they've encountered in the past. She sees a lot of Ford in him, but she also sees a lot of Stan in him in other ways.

I think Dipper's love for "girly" music is something Stan used to share before Filbrick "disciplined" him for it. Child Stan used to sit in the kitchen with his Ma and sing along to the radio, usually listening to whatever she had put on.

Now all three of them sit in the kitchen and listen to the radio while Stan cooks.

Ford feeling like a failure for putting everyone in danger, and Caryn just goes, "Come talk to your mama." And he does. He goes and talks to his mama, like he always has in the past. She's in her 80s and they're grown men in their late 50s, but she's still their mom, and you never really quit being a mom.

I might actually write a short fic about this, I love it so much.

#taltalks #gravity falls headcanons #gravity falls dipper #gravity falls mabel #gravity falls #gravity falls stan pines #gravity falls stanley #stan pines #gravity falls stanford #stanford pines #stanley pines #caryn pines #Gravity Falls Caryn Pines

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alienara-simblr · 17 days ago

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🌆 Chapter 5 : The Neighborhood Download 🏘️

It's a big post, please read carefully ...

🥂 It's FINALLY here, the long-awaited neighborhood download post ! You'll finally be able to explore this new map yourself, add your Sims, and play fantastic brand new...old stories. However, depending on the neighborhood you want to download, you'll need to make sure you've already downloaded and installed the necessary custom content from the lots you need ! To speed things up, the "chapter" posts offer direct access to the entire download folder for the area in question (e.g. "Chapter 1" proposes the lots from Neighborhood 1 etc.)

🌃 All the neighborhood have been cleaned with Hood Checker and completely empty of all their sims (in folder, and in the neighborhood file with SimPE). The Neighborhoods with lots have 🇫🇷 FRENCH and 🇬🇧 ENGLISH texts for every lot titles and descriptions from the original SIMS 1 descriptions.

🌇 NEEDED NEIGHBORHOOD DECO

Redbud Tree CUSTOM version by @suratan-zir Age of Empire 3 Trees conversion by @haut-gothique Dead Trees by @mustluvcatz-reloaded Placeable Cliffs by @greatcheesecakepersona Nessie the Plesiosaur by Psychosims The Neighborhood Fog by @jodeliejodelie The Waterfall by Numenor The Osara Wood Bridge by @simborg The Wood pier fragment by @criquette-was-here on MTS Busy Road Vehicle Set by @criquette-was-here (Police car ; Garland Bubalina Tractor ; Semi-trailers ; flatbed loaded) The Bus stop and Post by @criquette-was-here Rural Road Charm’s Asphalt Tarmac Pieces by @criquette-was-here Those Telegraph Poles by @criquette-was-here The Fence & Hedge set by @criquette-was-here Smuggled Deco's Giant FS13 Harvester by @criquette-was-here Railway Tunnel Portal from Feverfew by @criquette-was-here Railway Tunnels by @criquette-was-here on MTS Street Lights Set by @criquette-was-here 4t2 Street Lights by @beautifulnerdkitty Building by @ethanmcgregor (can't find name ; begin by “fixed”) The Blue Water Tower by @funphumph Smallest Maxis Watertank by Psychosims 4t2 Stone Wall A by @lordcrumps 4t2 Dirty Long Road by @leoz94 (ts4dirtyroad1 ; ts4dirtyroadlong ; ts4dirtyroadpovorot1 ; ts4dirtyroadpovorot2) 3t2 Old Mill by @hafiseazale MagicTown default replacement for Maxis Bimp by @shastakiss 🌉 You will NEED BRIDGES for the neighborhood, but the choice of the bridges depend on which roads you are using. 🔹IF you are using MAXIS roads, you need these bridges (and you will have to place them yourself on the completely remade neighborhood) 🔸IF you are using @criquette-was-here's Rural Charms Roads like me, you will need her Unified Brigdes

🏞️ OPTIONAL NEIGHBORHOOD DECO

Skyboxes by @dramallamadingdang (I use Mixed Clouds) Skylines by @greatcheesecakepersonna (I use Green Hills)

🌲 DEFAULT REPLACEMENT PINES

You can chose to keep the Maxis ones or use one of those :

Neighborhood Pine Forest Defaults by @teaaddictyt , @lowedeus and @shastakiss My Darker Recolor of the previous set : SFS - Mediafire (it's the version used on my pictures, obviously) Tree Clump recolors by @jodeliejodelie

☑️ CHECK LIST

💾 Did you make a backup of your Sims2 folder ? 🌁 What neighborhood do you want and how to install it ? ⚒️ Did you check the master meshes post ? installed everything ? 🏘️ Did you installed all the needed lots and their CC ? 🌲 Did you install the neighborhood decorations from this post ? 🙏 Did you send a prayer to the Gamer's Gardian Angel ? 🦑 Did you exorcised the Pink Soup out of your PC ? ✅ Then you're ready to GO !

🎁 DOWNLOAD OPTIONS

The Empty one is... empty of lots, It's just my remade version off Kalisa's map. I had to change it to create MagicTown, changed the roads with SimPE and decorated the hood. The second option, is an edited neighborhood with only the MagicTown addition, all the OldTown and Downtown lots are Kalisa's CC free ones. It allows you to have less CC to install because you will need only the MagicTown related ones. That's why I had a flag system on my master meshes post . And finally, the entirely remade neighborhood has all my made and remade lot and need ALL the CC from the lots and the master-meshes post.

🟥 MAIN Empty Hood : SFS - Mediafire 🟧 MAIN MagicTown + Kalisa's OldTown : SFS - Mediafire 🟨 MAIN Entirely Remade : SFS - Mediafire 🟩 SUB Empty Hood : SFS - Mediafire 🟦 SUB MagicTown + Kalisa's OldTown : SFS - Mediafire 🟪 SUB Entirely Remade : SFS - Mediafire

To install the MAIN HOODS, you have to put the neighborhood folder in your TS2 document folder : .../My Documents/(Your Sims 2 folder)/Neighborhoods/ To Install the SUB HOODS, you have to put the neighborhood folder in your TS2 "Open for Business" installation folder : (Your TS2 Installation repertory).../EP3/TSData/Res/Neighborhood Templates/

🏘️ ★ 🛠️ ★ 🏡 ★🧍★ 👫 The TS1 Sims Neighborhood is on its way...

#sims 2 #sims 2 download #sims 2 build #ts1t2 lot download #sims 2 custom content #sims 2 custom hood #ts2 lots #ts2 build #ts2 #ts2 simblr #sims 2 neighborhood #ts1t2 neighborhood download #1t2 #ts1t2 neighborhood project #sims 1 #sims2 legacy #sims nostalgia #sims 2 simblr #sims 2 lots

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planaan · 2 months ago

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And if i said Ford actually had it worse...

Ok ive drawn u in so hear me out. Yes objectively that 12-ish years when Stan was failing at business and homeless was a Bad Time. Very dark, very sad in a Deeply relatable way which is why i think so many project onto him. I'm not ignoring how that can and has significantly impaced his mental state, sense of self, etc.

But we totally gloss over the fact, (especially in like sea grunks content) that Stans life only IMPROVED post portal incident. He suddenly had access to resources he didnt before, money, clothes, a house, his family. And hes Resourceful with that shit, turning his life around in a matter of months, effectively ending his old life in one swoop. Yes, he spent those 30 years worried about his brother, feeling guilty. But he had purpose, he had the chance to build relationships in the town around him, he was able to reconnect with at least some parts of his family, to get married and divorced and make a name for himself in the community. And once he got ford back properly, he had everything hed ever wanted. He in no way "wasted 30 years only for an ungrateful brother" the way i see so many imply. They took out that line about him not having a reason to live before the twins coming into his life because IT DIDNT FIT. thats not fair to say when he has soos and wendy and shermies family and a town that appreciates him. He HAS healed, and the twins only expedited it for him !! Which is beautiful !!

And then lets look at Ford. They essentially switch roles once he falls into the Portal. Now hes the one whos constantly on the run, no home, having to hide his identity, only making fleeting connections before he moves on to the next dimension. Only he has to live for that for double the amount of time Stan did, with absolutely no human family or friends to build lasting connections with, in alien worlds that while fascinating im sure for him to study, mustve been overwhemling to constantly have to learn new rules, social customs, languages, etc. Also his opps are actual omnipotent magical beings. He has purpose, thankfully, in building his weapon to defeat Bill, but he had no intent or belief that he'd ever get back home.

Any friends Ford did make he's likely to never see again. He didnt get the opportunity to proceed and rebuild his life in the way that stan did until he got back. And even then he was immidately thrown back into survival mode still trying to stop Bill and Weirdmaggedon.

Im reality, its dumb to compare trauma, thats not my point here. i dont actually thinks its productive to pick sides with the twins, it never has been, its not the Point. But like i really am fascinated by how Fords experiences, especially his more recent portal life, are so often entirely mimimized in favor of Stan’s issues. When stan has had so much more time to process and heal and grow from that then Ford has.

I think itd actually be MORE interesting and productive to have Stan use all hes learned in his time to heal and grow to help Ford start on that process he hasnt really had the opportunity to undergo yet, rather than the constant regurgitated guilt fest i see in most sea grunk fics.

#gravity falls meta #gravity falls #book of bill #ford pines #stan pines #vomz

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alexanderlightweight · 19 days ago

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You're back! I'm so utterly delighted that you're feeling better <3

I would love to see either another snippet of Elysium's Tears or a bit of the verse where hair holds power for the nephilim. I adore the scenes where Alec gives Magnus a bracelet of his hair (and also the earlier one with Clary's bone bead dissolving because she didn't earn it no matter what Jace and Izzy say lol).

Thank you for sharing your wonderful ideas and writing with us!!

hi laws! i'm so happy to be back too, its insane how much it lifts my mood to be writing and on here again.

so I know you like both but I do know how much you love the hair!lore verse so this is a bit in the future and also because I wanted the excuse to finally expand on some warlock lore. it's really easy to be fluid with nephilim culture based on verse but I wanted to build a stable base for warlock customs and cultures that can branch differently out depending on the verse but has the same foundation. because I think it's a far longer legacy than nephilim and therefore it deserves something lingering and lasting as the cornerstone. which means I was really picky about it and then picked my favorite.

so this bit of warlock culture is actually universal in my verses. I also know that you enjoy the cultural tidbits so ^_^ I hope you enjoy <3

~lumine

my path is set

It thrills Magnus, to discover that even after he’s left the Institute — left Alexander ruined for all others and still aching for his touch — that he can still feel him through the soft hair coiled around his wrist.

Magnus had lingered, satiating not just the wards until they were primed — full of rich energy and deep magic — but his own desires.

Magnus had wanted to bring him home.

Take him to bed properly, with silk soft under his bruised back rather than the rough stone of an altar.

Instead Magnus had to leave him there.

Oh he helped him to his room first, unwilling to let anyone else see or touch Alexander like that. Had even let himself in, tucked a barely conscious Alexander in with magic and a smirk. Knowing that he would wake covered in the evidence of Magnus ardor and his own passion.

It’s also convenient that there’s no one to stop Magnus from leaving, the strands of Alexander’s braid still wrapped covetously across his skin.

Magnus wonders at the magic imbued in it and marvels, relieved that it doesn’t fade even when the portal closes, cutting off any true connection.

But the bracelet stays, tying him to Alexander.

It will keep him tied to Alexander long after the residue of the sex ritual fades and the bruises and marks heal.

And it will bring Alexander to him again.

Magnus is sure of it, with the way he feels an almost-echo when he imbues magic upon the braid.

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Magnus doesn’t sleep that night.

Instead he reaches out to Ragnor and Catarina, requesting all of their notes and encounters regarding the culture of shadowhunter customs. It’s suddenly deeply important for him to know so that he can match Alexander in turn, even if Alexander might not understand at first.

Because Magnus is going to match him in his own unique way.

There are parts of warlock culture that while not hidden away, aren’t advertised to the outside.

Warlocks are somewhat insular after all, at least from the other races.

However there are no rules keeping Magnus from displaying his own accomplishments. The way Alexander does with his braids and charms and hand-hewn beads.

Warlocks display their accomplishments in the bones of those who came before. Honoring them with legacy, so that parts of them will never be forgotten or wholly wiped away.

The nephilim used to try to and burn their bodies for this very purpose, to deny them their legacies. It's part of why heavenly fire is used to dispose of 'so-called-criminals' caught by the Clave.

It makes Magnus darkly pleased, to realize that someday he will drape Alexander in the very essence of what his boy’s ancestors despise.

And Alexander will delight in it.

Magnus can tell from the way his fingers had lingered on the bone armbands — that Magnus hadn’t bothered to take off— and caressed bone and skin together. How he'd moved towards the magic sparking off of Magic rather than away.

And considering that Magnus has personally reformed — and possibly wiped out — the Council of the Elder's a few times, he has still always made sure to respect the legacy of his own kind.

Which means he has quite a collection to choose from and the ability to make as much more as he wants.

Platinum and bone are the pride of warlocks — and true, Magnus doesn’t know a single warlock who wouldn’t kill for abyssal gems — but platinum and bone have always been theirs in a different way.

Especially bone.

Even before they ever discovered platinum, warlocks had their bones.

For a moment, Magnus wonders what feeding Alexander the marrow of an Elder would do to him, and then decides that as delicious a delicacy as it is.

He’d rather not risk it.

Not until he finds out how sturdy his shadowhunter is.

Magnus is going to want to keep him for quite a long time, after all.

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AN:

Soooo... i think i’ve hinted at it but in the background of both warlock and nephilim culture is cannibalism. In most verses nephilim cultures don’t continue the trend especially because they’re short on nephilim and warlocks rarely use it except for specific things but i don’t actually think cannibalism is that big taboo in the shadowworld. There’s too much blood related stuff. Like raziel’s blood and vampires and sires and blood etc. and werewolf biting each other etc.

So for warlock in the case of the Elders. I won’t fully get into it here but cannibalism is always involved in elder council rituals once an elder is deceased. Magnus/Cat/Ragnor have in a few different verses had to weed out or recreate the council of elders from scratch. No one actually knows whats causing it, but everyone knows that those three (though sometimes they take turns because they hate it) are the longest surviving elders. So they’re pretty respected because they have a higher rank, even if a newer elder is older than any of them. Which does happen sometimes.

Magnus is not in charge of the council, he doesn’t want to be.

But anyways.

So the bone thing is actually across all verses for warlocks. Because its a way they’ve always been able to share wisdom with future warlocks because even the recluse warlocks look out for their own. It’s a legacy thing too. They can’t have children. They pass on their bones to leave behind something that another warlock will connect to in a way. It’s very important to them and while all warlocks wear at least one piece, not all warlocks have the ability to handle a lot of jewelry. Depending on how powerful the magic of who it was from.

There isn’t a single faction of the shadowworld that doesn’t keep trophies of their kills. It’s not like every single person does it but it is a practice in every race at some point in time. And warlocks also use pretty much anything as potion ingredients (that fact is actually canon, werewolf teeth and hair and nails lol and vampire as well lol) or magical artifacts.

In this though, shadowhunters carve their charms into demon bones or non-sentient magical beasts/creatures (which is actually a pretty big deal. They have to harvest a bone or horn/fang basically something with a non-adamas blade so it doesn’t disintegrate. It’s why you have to be a really good hunter to have so many charms because you’re given one from the clave on your first kill but you have to make all the rest yourself. Its a skill thing. Alec is really skilled which is surprising because he’s an archer. He should have a harder time getting things from so far away but he’s pretty tricky with his traps. (also shadowhunter charms and beads carved from anything but demon bone/magical creatures are banned. The circle (and some houses and shadowhunters ofc secretly which means parts of the clave too) did make charms from downworlders. Which is literally illegal in the accords. It wasn’t illegal before the accords... which should say something.)

Anyways, yes Magnus is planning on going full on warlock culture and then teach alec because his alexander deserves knowing how a big a predator he caught.

Alec is so fucking thrilled. He’s out here living the best life the minute magnus walks in just radiating old, necromantic power and he’s like... wow. He’s amazing, he’s impressive.

This will also eventually come up especially in pray to the hunters verse because uh. Alec is going to be so very into Magnus’ old bone legacy jewelry with whats basically ancestral magic for warlocks. Magnus has never been so attractive to him and Magnus is always unfairly attractive to him.

Also if you’re powerful enough you can draw on the magic or specific things unique to the warlock of the bones you’re wearing.

Magnus just really likes the idea of Alec dressed in a bunch of powerful warlock bone magical artifacts something that would absolutely horrify most nephilim

#lumine writes #writing wednesday #writing wednesdays #my path is set #magnus bane #alec lightwood #shadowhunters #malec #Alec is mentioned a lot he's in this okay lol

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ckret2 · 9 months ago

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Hello fandom here's your discussion question of the day:

If Bill can possess corpses, and if he apparently KNOWS how to build a portal (since he's the one handing out multiple blueprints customized for compatibility with a variety of technologies), how come he never just raised a few zombies and built his own portal?

Present your theories.

#the book of bill #the book of bill spoilers #spoilers

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triptychcryptid · 1 month ago

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Heeey, I did a thing! This is the first meeting of DD Stan and @tinfoil-jones 's Jerk Ford. This would be a little over a year after THE PORTALING. Stan had been marooned on a dinosaur planet for a year after he crash-landed the ship he "found." He fucking hates that planet so much. XD I'm putting this up here because I don't have, nor care to make an AO3 account. XD Big thanks to TJ for giving feedback and supplying diologue and reactions for Jerk Ford, and coming up with this with me!

Also, I haven't WRITTEN written anything in over 10 years. I'm a bit rusty. XD

(Woof, did this entire thing on my phone. XD As per custom, here's your @, @localcanadiancreature62.)

STAN PINES, SEPTEMBER 1983

DIMENSION DESIGNATION: H512'12

Stan looked at his ship, sighing in frustration. He couldn't believe he finally, FINALLY got off the godforsaken fucking Dinosaur Planet just to crash-land. Again.

Fuck.

Well, it wasn't HIS fault he didn't ACTUALLY know how to fly a spaceship. A year ago, he didn't even know any of this was possible. It's a miracle he managed to get the damned thing in the air, honestly. That could be counted as an accomplishment, right?

...GODDAMNIT. Where the fuck even was he?

He'd crashed a few miles outside of a city, but he had no idea what planet this was. It looked pretty...modern. Hopefully this one wasn't run by bitchy velociraptors with giant sticks up their asses. Speaking of Velociraptors...

Stan looked down at his throbbing leg, and the blood soaking through his jeans. Yep, that tracks. Great, his wound got ripped open. Fantastic.

Becoming more vexed by the minute, he took his torn, stained and faded hoodie off and ripped off the left sleeve, and wrapped it around the wound. His Archaeopteryx, Stevie, currently the size of a parrot, perched on the ground beside him, giving him anxious chirps.

"No, hon, I'll be okay. Don't worry about Dad. It's just a Velociraptor scratch. Fuckin' Gene, that dick. 'Please keep your Cycad plants trimmed back, Stan. Oooh, looks like your grass is getting tall. My wife can see into your house, Stan. Can you put up a curtain?'" He said in a mocking tone. "Well MAYBE Sharon should keep her goddamn eyes to herself! You think I didn't notice she was CONVENIENTLY doing dishes at the exact time I was bathing myself and washing my ONE FUCKING OUTFIT BECAUSE I COULDN'T GET ANY MORE CLOTHES ON THAT PLANET?!" Stan's voice became louder until he was yelling. Stevie stared at him and let out a single chirp.

"...Yeah, you're right. I'm just mad because I crashed, AGAIN. And I...think I cracked a rib. And I'm pretty sure that cut I got from Gene is getting infected. That nasty little shit and his dirty fucking claws. Clean your nails, Gene!" Stevie hissed at him. Stan sighed.

"Right. Hey, hand me my backpack, Kiddo." Stevie grabbed his large black backpack in her claws and flew it up to him. He slung it gingerly over his left shoulder, wincing in pain. Stevie perched on his shoulder and pressed her beak to the side of his head, chirping softly. Stan reached up and gently scritched her head as he began walking toward the city. As they neared it, Stevie squawked and ruffled her feathers.

"No, I'm fine. I don't need a hospital." She squawked angrilly at him. "Okay, JESUS. If it'll make you feel better, go see if there's a hospital here. NOT a vet clinic! I refuse to get treated by another Compy Veterinarian. He did NOT know how to anesthetize humans. I. Felt. EVERYTHING." Stevie chirped, then flew off toward mass of buildings ahead of him, leaving Stan alone. In a strange city. On a strange planet. He watched Stevie shift to the size of a Great Dane as she weaved in and out of buildings.

Stan walked along a sidewalk, dodging the few people who were out, hoping Stevie would come back soon. Meanwhile, maybe he'd go find some food. Or new clothes. He was NOT looking forward to the looks of disdain he knew he'd get at his long, frizzy, curly hair and full, unkempt beard. You try living on a humid ass dinosaur planet with NO shampoo or barbers.

A shop door opened ahead of him, and out walked a man who was about his height with brown hair. He was looking at a device in his hand, the light from it reflecting off of his...glasses.

Oh god. Oh fuck.

Stan could recognize that stupid fucking face anywhere. It was his face.

A flood of emotions washed over Stan as he stopped in his tracks. Pain, anger, and annoyingly, a modicum of HAPPINESS at seeing his brother again, a familiar face after being marooned by himself on an alien planet for a year. Oh fuck that! Happy? Why the fuck should he be HAPPY to see the piece of shit that left him for dead in Space?!

His brother looked up with a scowl on his face, but didn't react. He almost seemed to be looking through Stan, as if Stan was an obstacle.

FUCK. THAT.

"What are you doing here , Fucker?!" Stan yelled, his pain forgotten as he marched up to him and blocked the other man's path.

Stanford PJC311 became instantly visibly annoyed at the obstruction.

"Not stinking up the place like you are. What the fuck do YOU think, BITCH?!" He spat out, immediately matching Stan's aggression. Stan snarled and snatched a fistful of Stanford's trenchcoat, gripping the lapels so hard his knuckles were turning white.

"What the fuck did you just say to me, shithead?!" He growls, enraged at this petulant piece of shit. Who the fuck does he think he is?! He thinks he can talk to Stan like that after what he did?!

Something gave him a second of pause, though. The way Ford spoke was...odd. It was faster than usual. The way he said the words sounded less...pretentious. The inflections were different. And was that...a bit of their Jersey accent he caught? The same accent that Ford worked SO hard to hide in High School because he didn't want to sound stupid? And since when did Ford insult people like that?

Stanford shoved a hand against Stan's chest to push him away. "If you're looking for 'your' Ford, it isn't me. So get lost. Or, judging by that look on your face, even more lost."

Stan scoffed loudly, his anger rising even more. "Fuck you and your delusional, manipulative bullshit, Stanford. I just spent a year getting chased, almost eaten, and treated like shit by ACTUAL FUCKING DINOSAURS because of you, so go fuck yourself!" Stanford looked unamused by Stan's outburst.

"What, you want me to feel bad for you? We've all been through some shit out here. I've got my own problems to deal with." He placed the device in his hand into one of the pockets of his trenchcoat, then reached into the other and pulled out a different device. He pushed a button and the device scanned Stan, then clicked.

"But if it'll shut your whiny ass up, right now we are in Dimension-50; it says here on this scanner that your dimensional frequency is H512'12. You are not in your original dimension, which is Dimension-H512'12. If it's easier for you to understand; you're in a whole different universe than one you came from.

You're mistaking me for your Stanford. And that's gonna happen a lot, because hundreds of us were exiled into the multiverse about a year ago. I'm guessing you're one of those variants of Stanley who switched places. Not as common, but not unheard of."

"Now leave me alone, I'm not gonna entertain some temper tantrum." Stan stopped, inwardly reeling from this information. He was hesitant to believe this jackass; how did he know this wasn't his brother and was just fucking with him? But..the way he talked was very unlike his Ford. And his entire demeanor was weird. Maybe ...maybe he WAS a different Stanford. Stan could feel the anger subside as panic seeped in to fill the void. Not wanting to let this dickwad know that Stan was...considering what he was saying, he flipped Stanford off and shoved past him.

What a sobering thought. There were more Fords? This one was such a dick. What if...what if the other ones were worse? Were there Fords that would kill him? What would they do to Stevie? Would they treat her like a fucking science experiment? Would they sacrifice her to that stupid triangle?

How was he going to get out of here?

Stan turned a corner into an alleyway, took his backpack off, dropping it to the ground, and slumped against a wall as he finally succumbed to the sleep deprivation, paranoia and fear that had been threatening to rise to the surface for a year. He swallowed against the painful knot in his throat.

What if he never got home? Even if he did find home, would it be his home? Would it be filled with monsters? What if he found his family, but they weren't his family? What if he found his home, but it wasn't right? Some nightmare version of his home?

He startled at the feeling of a cold, scaley beak gently pressing against his head. Suddenly, he was aware of his own heavy, clipped breathing. He took a few deep, shakey breaths before addressing Stevie. He put on a small, false smile. It didn't reach his eyes.

"Hey Kiddo. You find anything?" Stevie squawked softly at him and pushed some gauze, disinfectant, bandaids ibuprofin and some water at him. Stan chuckled. "The hospital's a block away, huh? Yeah, I don't think I'm gonna make it there today. Thanks, Sweetie, this'll be good for now."

Stan stood up shakily, took the sleeve off of his leg, undid his pants and shoved them down past the wound. He was long past being embarrassed about 'public nudity'. He grabbed the disinfectant, removed the seal, and poured it over the wound, hissing through clenched teeth. Then he grabbed the gauze and began wrapping his leg.

Once he was done, he pulled his pants back up and opened the bottle of ibuprofin, popping a couple and downing them with a few gulps of water. He left the cap off and offered the rest of the water to Stevie. She chirped at him, shaking her feathers.

"Stevie, you haven't had any water since we left, either. Come on." Stevie looked at him, then shifted size so she was small enough to stick her beak in and drink. "Good girl." Stan said, slumping back against the wall and closing his eyes as he waited for the ibuprofin to kick in.

Stevie finished the water, set Stan's backback upright against the wall, then shifted to a larger size as she perched on the edge of a dumpster next to Stan, so that she could survey the area and keep Stan's safe.

Later that night, Stevie awoke to the sound of rustling. She looked around blearily and saw a man who sortof looked like her Dad but was wearing weird clothes kneeling down in front of her Dad's backpack. Her Dad was still asleep against the wall. She let out a quiet, curious chirp. The man who looked like her dad pulled a dead rat out of his labcoat poket and tossed it at Stevie.

Stevie caught the rat in her claws and inspected it. Ooo, treats! She gripped it and ripped the head off, swallowing it whole as she eyed the Not Dad rubbing leaves all over her Dad's backpack. She tilted her head curiously as she ripped parts of the body off and swallowed. Not Dad finished what he was doing and left.

Stevie went up to the backpack and investigated it. It smelled a little familiar, but she couldn't place it. She chirped, then flew back to the dumpster to keep watch until her Dad woke up. She wasn't going to fall asleep again. She wasn't. She was going to watch her Dad and not fall asleep.

The next morning, Stevie was woken by Stan gently scritching her head. Stan had his backpack on and looked like he was ready to go. "Stevie, let's get going, hon. My rib's really fucking bugging me." Stevie chirped and fluttered over to his shoulder.

As Stan walked, he began to notice some itching on his back. He ignored it for a bit, but the more he walked and sweat, the more it itched. He reached back under his shirt to scratch and his nails ran over a series of raised bumps. As he scratched, his back itched more. Then he noticed itching on his fingertips, too.

"God, what the FUCK!" He yelled, ripping off his backpack as the itching became quickly unbearable.

Oooh, poison Sumac. That's what that was. That was a rare treat back home. Stevie picked Stan and his backpack up and flew him the rest of the way to the hospital.

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spacexseven · 2 years ago

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Imagine waiting months for that one long holiday, finally youre able to go back home to your family...only to be kidnapped by doa on the day of your departure...how unfortunate

yandere content, kidnapping

manga spoilers about doa + kamui's identity. featuring all 5 doa members. there's a 'route' for each character. unedited, and much longer than i expected.

the least they could have done was be a little gentler going about it.

but of course, you had to suffer through being wrapped up into a coat and tossed into a portal like you were simply a bag of flesh and bone. the humiliation of needing someone to help you in your disorientated state once you tumbled out somewhere else and the nonchalant attitude of your kidnappers only made you more angrier.

any escape attempts didn't get you far; though the windows weren't barred, one look outside the huge ones behind sigma's desk told you all you needed to know—you were suspended mid-air, and it didn't help that there were armed guards constantly surveilling the building, and cameras in every corner. (and, you wouldn't admit it, but your kidnappers really frightened you. they were all ability users, and more importantly, all completely insane).

after multiple failed attempts at sneaking out through the door or hiding between customer's bags, threatening a guard to escort you out and even trying to hijack one of the cars, you decide to change up your methods. maybe instead of running away now, you could try and exploit your kidnappers and leave when they're finally trusting of you...?

CHOICE #1: SIGMA

you don't like any of your kidnappers, but the only one you could stand was sigma, who was probably the most 'normal' out of them. though you mostly came to that conclusion because he had yet to threaten you for trying to run, his lack of an offensive ability, too, was a huge factor in it.

and sigma was...kinder, in a way, easier to dissect and play into the arms of. you didn't have to say anything to keep him from using his ability on you, in fact, he confessed to you that he feared his ability would make you trust him less, and so he held back from touching you altogether. despite it being a non-offensive type ability, if he used it on you, he'd have immediately found out about your plans, so it was for the best.

it's not as hard to pretend to like sigma, because you found him sort of endearing. it's not difficult to let out a few chuckles when he comes running over to you with a book about jokes that nikolai was reading, trying to make you laugh with them. it comes almost naturally when you sit beside him into the late hours of the night, watching him do his managerial duties and study his customers, and you almost forget you're supposed to be using him. it's easier than you'd expect to confide in him your fears of fyodor and the jerk who threw you into his coat, admitting to him that you can't bring it in yourself to be around without being filled with a sense of fear. he reciprocates it all greatly, wrapping an arm around you (and by now, you realize, he doesn't even consider using his ability on you anymore. if there's anything he wants to know, mundane things like what you like to eat and how you like your coffee, he just observes you and finds out himself, or asks you) when you're drowning in your own sorrows, teaching you card tricks in his spare time and bringing you presents that he thought you'd like; little snow globes and records that remind him of you, things of that sort.

you have to remind yourself that your kindness is an act and not genuine. after all, this man was part of the group that brought you here to satisfy their own sick desires. sometimes though, you find yourself hoping that sigma wasn't as bad, that he would understand your feelings.

clearly, he doesn't.

"i can't believe you," his voice comes out as a choked whisper, his eyes fixated on your cornered figure, "you were going to leave?!"

sigma's back was to the door, effectively blocking your escape route. he was trembling all over, clearly overwhelmed and crestfallen by everything that had just taken place. you had tried to sneak away while on a shopping trip with sigma, only the second time that you were allowed to go out, but he had caught on pretty quickly, and now you were trapped.

"let me go," you plead, hoping to appeal to his sympathetic side, "please, sigma."

he shakes his head, still glued to the door, "no. i can't. you can't leave me."

"out of everyone else, i hoped you would understand. i thought you knew how i felt, trapped with dostoevsky."

sigma's eyes widen, confusion clear on his face before he exhales sharply and straightens himself out, seemingly deciding on something, "i'm sorry, [name], but i won't let you go. this is the only way i can have you."

"you're so cruel," he whispers, watching your devastated expression, "why did you make me believe you loved me?"

CHOICE #2: KAMUI

the hooded figure of kamui never failed to invoke a sudden sense of eeriness he made an appearance.

he didn't come by very often, but whenever he did, fukuchi always took a moment to come check up on you. at least when he's not donning his mask and cloak, he looks a lot less...frightening. you're not sure if he has anything to do with your kidnapping, because his interest in you rarely went past a curious glance and the occasional, hearty laugh when he comes across you shrieking at nikolai's attempts to drag you away from the open door.

you're not sure to make of him, with his fake public persona and his involvement with the doa, but he isn't as much of a threat to you as the rest, at least not directly. at the very least, when he comes over, nikolai is so much on edge that he doesn't try to torment you as much as he usually does.

fukuchi regards you as something to serve as entertainment; dostoevsky's newest toy, as you hear him say in passing. he watches you like you're something novel, like he hasn't figured you out yet. since he wasn't as involved as the others inside the casino, you thought he would be your best option to try and exploit.

your attempt at getting to know him starts by offering small greetings.

"captain," you say, waving at him as he walks into your room, where sigma is asleep on your shoulder.

he observes the two of you with an oddly soft look in his eyes, a stark contrast to his usual hardened gaze that stays even with a large smile on his face. then, he nods at you before walking away, gently closing the door behind him.

you try to open up around him more, even if it's not through conversing directly with him. even though you know he's watching you from the corner when nikolai is trying to coax you out of your new hiding spot with little treats, you don't shy away as you usually would. you loudly proclaim to nikolai that you'd only come out when fyodor stops being so mean, which is received with a exuberant laugh from the older man. huh, was that all it would take?

and it works, oddly enough—fukuchi starts asking about you, whenever he sees you after that, in between hushed conversations with fyodor, ("and how are you, [name]? is dostoevsky still being mean to you?" you force yourself to ignore fyodor's pointed glare and instead offer a meek smile). he makes more conversation, and you quickly realize he likes your honest comments, even if it was all just criticizing his subordinates. you think he must find you amusing, like a spiteful pet that doesn't give up an opportunity to attack, especially when he places a large hand on your head to stroke your hair, unexpectedly tender despite his ruthless exterior.

"why do you keep trying to run?" he asks you one day, after nikolai had dropped your bound figure back into the room.

you huff, "what do you mean, why? why would anyone want to stay here? any longer and i might go insane."

"oh? that isn't good," he smiles, but it's not the warm ones he gives you. this was...unnerving, "dostoevsky will have no use for you then."

your eyes light up, immediately considering a new plan to have fyodor throw you out himself, but you're interrupted by fukuchi's low chuckle, a dark gleam in his eyes, "worry not! even if he doesn't want you anymore, i'll gladly keep you. if i had known that dostoevsky had picked up such a curious little thing, i would have taken you before he had...well, what do you say?"

CHOICE #3: BRAM

to be honest, you felt for bram.

in a way, he was living just as miserably as you, locked up in a coffin and taken out only when he's needed, and without most of his body. it must be awfully disorientating to be shaken about by the stake through him, and he's always looked so...unhappy.

you're not sure how much help he could be in your plan to escape, except maybe provide emotional support, but who's to say he wasn't a resentful old vampire who wanted you to stay and suffer with him?

you soon learn, through awkward, stilted conversation and silent periods that bram is...not really as angry or scornful as you thought. he is bitter, and extremely uninterested in most things, but as long as you listen to his stories and provide your wholehearted support, he's surprisingly kind to you.

he doesn't even bother trying to offer any hope of escape, though. he tells you that you, like him, should just go to sleep and wait for the others to decide what they'll do with you. he reminds you that there's no escape from a heavily guarded, heavily surveilled casino suspended in the sky, and there's no escape from dostoevsky's cunning words or kamui's wicked plans. you're stuck here, just like him, left to lament the past.

when you suggest him using his ability on you, hoping that by being turned into a vampire under bram's control, he could find a way for you to escape, he looks horrified by the very thought. ("it's too much work for me now," he remarks, looking visibly irked, "to be turning humans. besides, what kind of foolish plan is that? and right after i informed you that i myself am not aware of the casino's layout.")

at least you have a friend here, even if he's constantly discouraging your escape attempts and convincing you to accept your fate. life would be terribly bleak if you were entirely alone.

CHOICE #4: NIKOLAI

out of the five, you hate nikolai the most.

your increased anger towards him stemmed from him being the one to actually kidnap you, as well as his daily attempts to get you to 'open up', which included him dragging you out of your room and annoying you incessantly until your patience snaps, relishing in your furious expressions. the most infuriating part of it all is that nikolai was never put off by your silent rage or your clear disdain, instead finding it all great fun. he thinks your frustrated words and attempts at hiding away should serve as his entertainment. nikolai laughs when you try to run, and he's always the one that whisks you back into the casino, no matter how far you've gotten. he never stops your escapes, though, almost as though he knows you'll end up back here, like he knows he'll catch up with you in the end.

but he's also unpredictable; for as much as he claims to love his job, he also tells you he hates it, and for every word of praise he has for fyodor and sigma, there are just as many potential murder plots. he's near impossible to read, but you think that maybe, he won't kill you unless you start boring him.

so if your escape served as entertainment for him, wouldn't he be more receptive about helping you?

you start off by seeking some civil conversation with him, but it's not working very well. nikolai tends to send any casual conversation spiraling into...odd directions, half of which you can't understand at all. and you almost start to feel like he doesn't want you to get to know him...still, you've got nothing else to lose now, so you keep it up. you entertain his ideas and go along with his pranks (even if it earns you an exhausted glance from sigma and thinly veiled anger from bram), you read the books he reads and watch the things he does at a mostly useless attempt to figure out his angle, and you even put in more effort in your escape plots, just so he doesn't get bored of you. but it's all in vain, however, because nikolai isn't someone you can just figure out. he's someone you're not sure you can even come close to understanding, let alone manipulating.

in the end, you decide the best approach is being forward with him.

"are you really asking me to make a deal for your life?" nikolai throws his head back in laughter, "this is why i like you! i was worried you were starting to lose your spark."

"i suppose we could come to an agreement" you should have known, really, that nothing good was going to come out of this when you caught sight of the malicious grin on his face and the wicked glint in his uncovered eye, "how about a game?"

"a game?" you don't bother hiding the skepticism in your tone.

"it's very simple! i'll give you an hour to leave the casino. all you have to do is step out of the building entrance, and i'll let you free. in fact, i'll even make sure that none of the others come after you after your victory!"

"but if you fail," his grin widens, "then you'll be leaving your fate in my hands."

the vague threat, combined with his unsettling expression fills you with a overwhelming fear. as if noticing this, he laughs. but now that you've put the idea in his head, you're not sure if he'll ever let it go.

"don't worry! either way, i'm sure we'll be having lots of fun!"

CHOICE #5: FYODOR

something was terribly off with the way fyodor looked at you.

despite the gentle smile on his face and the lovely way he said your name, all soft and gentle, there was an oddly distant look in his eyes. he observed you closely and made conversation—revolving around surprisingly mundane questions like have you read this book and what do you think of this movie, and are you familiar with this dish and this composer? and his tone is curious, a charming turn of his lips accompanying his careful probing, making for quite the lovely picture. but there was something meticulously crafted about it, almost like his words were practised and his reactions stilted. there was nothing genuine about the fond smiles or the barely-there touches. you wondered if perhaps, he was waiting for you to do something.

but you have to admit, you'll take the dread creeping over your shoulder over the blatant terror you're faced with when you talk to kamui, or nikolai. apart from his unsettling exterior, fyodor makes for decent company. he's quiet, but not the awkward silence that envelopes you when sigma runs out of things to say, and his questions never feel too invasive. he has a certain charm about him, you think, that makes him somewhat likeable, despite you knowing that he actively plays a part in whatever evil the doa performed.

these days, you spend more time with him. you find that the books he gives you are interesting, although not your usual taste, and that you look forward to seeing what he would lend you next. and the more you're around him, the more curious you get. why was he so...detached from you? why did he feel so disinterested despite being the one to initiate conversation? you try to listen for any indication of interest, and you think you find a trace when sigma tells him about preparations being complete, or when nikolai brings in some papers. later, you hear the same change in tone when you ask him why you've been brought here.

"why?" he smiles at you, and it's as beautiful as it is frightening, "i thought you may be of use to me."

"am i? all i do is sit around and...wait for something to happen."

"patience, [name]. i'm sure you'll figure it out on your own, you're quite smart, aren't you?" though his smile is still on his face, the hint of condescension in his tone doesn't escape you. you don't expect anything else from him, anyway.

one day, after you manage to evade nikolai long enough to sneak off to the lobby of the casino, fyodor stops by your crouched figure in a corner, still upset after nikolai's threats.

the ever present smile is still there, "caught again?"

you sigh, and look away.

then, he leans in closer, until his cold lips brush against the tip of your ear, "you might want to try the staff exit next time, or explore for other exits. there are many ways to come in and out the casino." you shiver, but his words spark a new flame of resolve in you. you've never seen fyodor come in through the main entrance, and he leaves quite often. if you insisted on seeing him out next time, you might have a better chance at escaping...

he doesn't look the slightest bit surprised when you walk with him as he's leaving a few days after, only glancing at you as he slipped on his coat. sigma frowns at you from the corner of the room, but noticing fyodor beside you, he goes back to his papers immediately. it must be nice having such an effect on people.

he's silent throughout most the walk, but right before he leaves through a door you've never noticed before, fyodor spares a few words to you.

"stay back a while and explore the building. not too long—someone will worry—but you should be able to find something helpful."

how strange it is that you found an ally in fyodor, out of everyone else. a part of you is convinced he must be playing a cruel trick on you, but you're willing to take any chances that you can find. when you're back for breakfast, you're grinning to yourself as you recount the two exists you've found, one hidden below a winding staircase, and the other at the opposite side of where the five gather with you. both representing hope that you can make it out.

both ways were failures. nikolai's grip around your wrists is painful as he guides you back to your room, goading you by belittling your attempts. fyodor is already waiting there, skimming through your current read, lingering on the pages where you've scribbled down your thoughts (the idea courtesy of fyodor). he puts down the book to look at you as you're embarrassingly being ushered back to your cell. at least nikolai leaves after sharing a few words with the other man—the humiliation of him having to hear how you'd been mislead would have been too much to bear.

your weak glare does nothing to perturb him, "you knew it wouldn't work, right?"

"nikolai is very determined when it concerns keeping you," he says, "perhaps you underestimated him."

"i thought you were going to help me leave," you groan, "i'm so stupid."

"now, my dear," fyodor's amused smile sends shivers down your spine, "why would i ever do that? were you not aware that it was me who asked for nikolai to bring you here?"

"but you told me about the other exists—"

"only to keep you busy," he interrupts, "so you wouldn't do something rash in a desperate attempt to leave."

"i thought you didn't want me...like how they do." because fyodor has never shown interest in you, not like nikolai's constant need to be around you, or sigma's shy way of sitting next to you when he's off work, but perhaps it meant something different, because it was him.

"no," he says, "i don't need to want you like they do, because you are already mine," he leans in closer, a hand on your cheek, "you are mine before you are any of theirs, and you'll do well not to forget that."

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solarangels777 · 6 months ago

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scripting for an original minecraft smp reality

which mods you would like on your mc world !! i'm basing mine off crazycraft 3.0 + empires smp + shadowcraft [i'm an LDshadowlady main ahaha]

the visuals! texture packs & shaders!

the members of your smp! you can customize exactly their personalities, building skills, troll levels, and -- what i find the most fun -- their mc skins! how many members are they? how do they interact with each other? what are thier pasts? alliances? enemies?

the backstory of your smp! how do things like command blocks & servers work?? for mine, i've made it so that there's a mysterious portal to the Cherry SMP from a major server known as Planet Obsidian, which hosts games like build battles, bed wars, and minecraft prison.

STORYLINES. i would rec having multiple storylines between various members! prank wars, shops, underground operations, etc.

what are the rules to the smp? who's the moderators? are the moderators a member of the server or are they, instead, omnipresent forces?

how do injuries work in your smp? making healing potions? how does cursed armor work?

mysteries! play around with the creepy parts of minecraft! script herobrine or entity 303 or come up with your own creepypasta to install just after it hits dark...

finally:: game mechanics ! how do they work for you?

#shifting script #scripting #desired reality #shifting community #reality shifting #shifting to minecraft #shifting realities #things to script

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macabremadness · 8 months ago

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fiddleford mcgucket is so AUUUUGHFHSHSGFJ like he is crazy he is a silly goose. just a guy from tennessee who knows how to build literally anything and wanted to make tech to improve peoples lives first like mf built the first portable laptop and cell phone and got NO credit. he wanted to make robot legs cuz he didn't wanna walk but imagine if he was able to actually make some as mobility aid anyways i think about that a lot

that one time ford suggested to gather the cute little living minerals to help them lead them out the cave tunnels while fiddleford instead just picked them up and banged them together to relight the lantern and they all just scattered and one bit ford. he's so smart <3

weird cows producing weird milk that might be dangerous for human consumption? fidds fuckin drank that shit straight out the bucket. and i think he took it with him the rest of the way cuz he dramatically spit it out upon seeing cso

hes like a chihuahua to me he just stands there and pathetically shakes but then he also gets really feisty and bites. he canonically growls as an old man

how many gifts has fiddleford given ford at this point? like hes given him an axolotl, handmade gloves, a handmade snow globe, a custom laptop, squash with a human face, essentially his life. "hey what is the universe was a hologram" had the trajectory of his life changed forever. LIKE BEFORE BACKUPSMORE HE NEVER EVEN DRANK COFFEE and then ford is just "oh yeah i gave him like 15 cups or something"

AUGH THE GLOVES AND THE SNOW GLOBE..... "gee ford how come you get TWO presents" says emma may with nothing. LIKE HIM AND FORD HAD SUCH A GREAT CHRISTMAS AFTER THE KRAMPUS THING BUT LIKE I FEEL BAD FOR TATE MAN AND YALL ALREADY KNOW MCGUCKET CARES ABOUT HIS SON SO GODDAMN MUCH

(violently cries)

his ass is NOT afraid to use the memory gun on people like hes made people build the portal and the bunker for free and wiped their memories and hasnt been afraid to wipe ford's too like damn man. hes a little too trigger happy. he also made an entire cult because of it and then forgot he made an entire cult

he made the bunker security room. he decided it would be a good idea to crush intruders to death. not to mention all the destructive robots hes made in his crazy old man era. i love him at his best and his worst your honor

we salute 45th president mcgucket, gave out free robot spiders. and he prevented the entire covid pandemic. it's so funny to me cuz he took over northwest manor first and then the white house. i would be fine if the whole world had one ruler and it was mcgucket and you know he would find a way to turn himself into an immortal robot he will NEVER die

he's married to a racoon. has not even questioned his marriage once. that racoon is tate's step mom and i don't even think he questions it at this point either. we salute first lady of the united states raccoon wife

also give it up for parallel fiddleford!! literally from the canon "everything went right" au. portal wouldn't exist without our fidds and the quantum destabilizer wouldn't exist without parallel fidds give it up for all two canon fiddlefords carrying ford 🙏 anyways where's all the au content of that specific universe—

not to mention mcgucket's entire story arc which i really cannot put into words rn in this dumb post because its so AAUUUGH you feel me?

anyways yeah. this post is absolutely not coherent but i just think fiddleford mcgucket is neat and underrated (and as much as i love fiddauthor/fiddleauthor/fordsquared/fordford/banjoportal/etc. i feel like he's getting stuck solely in shipping LET HIM BE HIS OWN GUY PLEASE). also thank you book of bill for existing because it made me remember gravity falls was a thing i was obsessed with as a kid and looking back at everything as an adult is CRAZYYY

okay peace out love you mcgucket stans

#gravity falls #fiddleford mcgucket #old man mcgucket #mac speaks #book of bill #this is not a website dot com #← some info from both of them #mostly from journal 3 but do people even tag that

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skmhlml · 2 days ago

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hii! this is my first time requesting so i dont rlly know how to ask but can u write more piglin x fem!reader? thank u!!

Date: 4/21/2025

Note: no spiciness, only fluff

Warning: soft angst towards the end

𝑷𝒊𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒏 𝒙 𝑭𝒆𝒎!𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

Piglins are territorial and wary at first, but once you gain their trust (maybe you saved one from a Hoglin?), they become super protective.

Constantly offering you gold nuggets, because that’s how Piglins show affection. Expect random piles of gold at your feet every time you meet. Very clingy once attached. They’ll grunt and huff if you stray too far, especially in dangerous areas like the Nether Wastes.

They don’t really “understand” human customs, so expect some weird but adorable attempts at courtship, like trying to build you a throne out of gold blocks.Hand-holding is HUGE to them. In Piglin culture, holding hands means absolute loyalty. If you let them hold your hand, they’re yours forever.

They like to nuzzle their snouts against your cheeks or neck when they’re feeling affectionate or seeking comfort.

They get extremely flustered if you kiss them on the forehead — their ears flick wildly and they might even drop their weapon in shock.

Nobody messes with you. Ghasts? Hoglins? Skeletons? You won’t even see them before your Piglin partner is already charging into battle with furious screeches.

They try to mimic your behavior — sitting by a campfire, helping you craft, even poorly attempting to read books because you do. If you bring them little gifts (like shiny things or food), they act cool about it at first but immediately stash it somewhere safe like it’s the most precious thing in the world.

Teaching them simple words in your language… and they mix them with grunts. (Imagine them trying to say “pretty” when looking at you, all gruff and deep-voiced.)

They are fascinated by you because you’re not like anything they’ve ever seen. You’re not covered in gold, you’re not aggressive… you’re just soft??

they love warmth, so cuddling with you feels like heaven to them. You’re like their personal “safe spot” — they’ll wrap their big arms around you and literally purr while nuzzling into your hair.

Piglins are terrified of abandonment. Their society is harsh — if you’re weak, you’re left behind — so they’re constantly a little scared you’ll decide you don’t want them anymore. Nether portals freak them out because they’re scared you’ll leave forever through one. You have to patiently teach them that you’ll always come back (maybe even giving them a trinket to “hold onto” for proof).

If you DO leave for a long time (like returning to the Overworld), when you come back you find them sitting by the portal, clutching something you gave them, looking tired and desperate — but the moment they see you, they light up like you’ve brought the sun into the Nether.

#minecraft x reader #minecraft x player #piglin x player minecraft #piglin x reader minecraft #piglin x player #piglin x reader #piglin minecraft #piglin #monster lover

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v4mpyrsp1t · 3 days ago

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rip arcane crew you would have loved video game

viktor: skyrim. because i said so. he’d LOVE the technical aspects of modding esp because he’d see it as a DIY fuck-you to Bethesda's corporate shortcomings. he’d also start saying “by the nine/by talos” unironically. autistic starter pack fr. also because i’m projecting there would be days where he’s off work and sits up after like 18 hours straight of replaying all the good questlines and cracks every bone in his body when he finally remembers to get up and eat and drink water etc. jayce is also not allowed to interrupt skyrim time. it doesn't even look like skyrim anymore tbh with the sheer number of mods he's installed and every time he boots it up it takes 2 minutes to load to main menu and his custom-built PC starts boiling the mug he placed on top of it for that specific reason. When he wants to branch out he and Jayce sit down and play horror games together. They LOVE alien isolation. Jayce always screams which scares him and makes him scream and then he whacks Jayce with the pillow.

jayce: minecraft. audhd classic. he’d also get really into the modding but specifically to make insane beyond-redstone contraptions. with something like the arcane engineering mod. he prob lost his mind when he found out about it. his builds would look like the most god awful thing you’ve ever seen like some sick beast of ugly ass blocks and gears and he’d be cheesing behind you saying “it’s a linear algebra calculator actually. also it can run doom.” he also does megabuilds from time to time and those projects are the most gorgeous toe-curling and detailed works ever and uploaded to his no-commentary youtube channel as a timelapse over the worst royalty-free edm you've ever heard. it has 15 bajillion views and he posts once every 7 months. He's HORRIBLE around horror games he always jumps straight to the ceiling and screams and grabs onto whoever is nearest to him (usually viktor).

mel: gaming "isn't really her thing" but sometimes she hops on multiplayer with everyone if they're having a game night. if she had to pick a favorite game she regularly plays it would be tiny glade or unpacking. something relaxing that she can have control over to take a break from the chaos during the day. she's also a stealth smash/mario kart pro and absolutely no one can beat her. seriously how does she keep doing that. when the group was really into among us they would PRAY she wasn't the impostor because she would WIPE them across the floor every time. It got to the point where if no one seemed to be the impostor they would just default to assuming it was her because she was so good at the strategizing. she would also get really into the artsy indie game scene and browse through game jam collections from time to time. She played through Gris by herself once because it got recommended to her as she was looking through the related section of one of those games and literally could never play it again because she cried so hard but if you ask her she vehemently denies it.

jinx: project sekai colorful stage and lollipop chainsaw. at the same time tbh. nobody knows how she keeps hitting perfect combos on both when she does that. unfortunately she’d prob also hit the tutti frutti mango cart and play breakcore max volume at the same time i don't make the rules. out of nowhere she sometimes stares ekko down and asks "what if you were bit by a zombie and i had to turn your head into a keychain for my belt to save you and we went everywhere together and saved the world and kissed. what are your thoughts on that." She keeps pointing whenever miku comes onto the screen and says "that's me that's literallyyyy meee." She was the main reason why group Overcooked nights are now banned. Don't ask. She's top three in a handful of any% speedrun boards, some in games she doesn't even play outside of figuring out what glitches they have. Her Portal 2 speedrun is a total of 20 minutes and absolutely nobody can figure out how she did it. She also is a huge horror game junkie and her and Vi play multiplayer horror stuff on a regular basis. She wouldn't really jump or react to jumpscares, even when people around her scream, she just immediately moves on which is even scarier to everyone tbh.

ekko: he would LOVE adventure games. especially if there were quests centered around helping people. his main games would be monster hunter, BG3, and he'd prob also like shadow of the colossus and the last guardian. They're all the perfect mix of fantasy, big fucking creatures, and being a nice person simulator. He absolutely can't do an evil run in any game and stopped a BG3 durge playthrough mid-way through Act I because he hated how cruel his character was acting; his last straw was the Alfira cutscene. He tried to do a playthrough with Jinx but she kept taking the most nuclear option every time and they kept hitting a TPK because of all the fights. Him and Viktor trade modding resources and recommend mods to each other it gets really intense. They have this weird competition with each other over who can pull out the craziest modlist for their respective games and everyone is terrified because nobody can stop them and they're so good at it. He and Jinx play a lot of two-player games though; the ones where they fight always almost end in a real-life brawl because they get so competitive with each other.

isha: cookie run. subway surfers. there are hot cheeto crumbs all over her goddamn devices and some weird crust at the edges of the screen that's fused the tablet case to the tablet. she can also bulldoze everyone and their mother in fortnite and writes :3 :33 in the chat every time she kills someone. Lowkey scary with it because while she's playing games she stares wide-eyed at whatever screen it's on and doesn't blink once. She plays a lot of fighting games with Jinx and literally always wins. When they started out Jinx kept saying "get dunked on" every time she beat her and it activated the sleeper agent that made her practice absolutely nonstop. So now she could probably be ranked on a global scoreboard or something. She also hates when the royal match ads pop up just on principle and lets them play out so the stupid purple robed tyrant can drown or burn or whatever else he does in the ads.

Cait: deer hunter pro or something like that. vi tells her the fact that she plays games like that "feels homophobic" for some reason. she also has a deep rivalry with isha in fortnite when they landed on the same server and didn't know it was her for months she would just clench her fist grit her teeth and mutter isha's gamertag in hatred. other than that she's AMAZING at PvP shooter games. she's gone viral here and there for uploading clips where her and Vi make fun of men in the VC while she absolutely destroys them. Her and Vi have also tried to play two-player games like Jinx and Ekko do but both of them got bored ten minutes in and switched back to Valorant. Her and Jinx have gotten into an actual fight during group Nintendo game night because Jinx kept purposefully targeting her with shells or whacking her off the smash arena platform and finding it hilarious. when vi plays rage games and eventually quits she usually picks it up and tries to finish it for her. without fail both of them eventually both give up and take a walk together to calm down so they don't break the controller. other than that she’s a HUGE detective game nerd ofc, and plays those when she has to take a break from work (vi pulls her away from her desk so she can rest). LA noire, disco elysium, detroit become human, evil within. if it’s got a detective in it in any way she hops on it as fast as physically possible. she prob keeps a red string board next to her PC just so she can keep track of clues like a real case and throws a blanket over it when vi comes in the room to make sure she’s turning off her work brain.

Vi: she likes fighting games like moral kombat of course, but she loves horror games as much as Jinx. Unfortunately the two of them are on Roblox horror games literally all the fucking time it's insufferable. She would probably also LOVE stuff like tomb raider; she wanted to buy a lesbian flag with lara croft photoshopped onto it to hang in the living room "because i'm patriotic" and cait told her absolutely not. while playing online with cait the two of them are absolutely unstoppable, esp when VC is turned on. they have a tally on a dry erase board on the fridge that keeps track of how many people they made rage quit. her and jayce also try to play co-op games and everyone physically steps in to stop them because they fumble so bad and blame it on the game design. there's something called "the incident" where they were all trying out the forest and the two of them managed to collapse the group's entire base in two axe swings. She is also now banned from playing rage games like getting over it or chained together.

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thescarletnargacuga · 10 months ago

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So I have an idea for a Caine x Pomni fanfic!

So basically, Pomni is mad about what happened to Gummigoo, she and Caine get into a fight that ends with Pomni verbally cutting him deep, prompting Caine to say that one line from Stolas in Helluva Boss's "Full Moon", where Caine thinks so highly of her, but didn't realize Pomni thinks so low of her.

The angst potential is great!

A/N: oh, This is going to hurt. (Sorry,The story premise got away from me-)

GOODBYE

A SHOWTIME ONESHOT

WARNING: heavy angst, hurt/NO comfort

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One year, four months, and twenty one days. That's how long User Pomni has been playing the Amazing Digital Circus on a near daily basis. Caine could almost time it to the minute she'd be logging on.

He straightened his tie at her secret spawn point, waiting. He watched other players run around the circus grounds. Some chatted, others ran in and out of portals leading to other worlds.

He held himself proudly. The Amazing Digital Circus was a fully immersive MMORPG run entirely by AI. Him. The humans that managed him were more or less just the customer helpline and PR people. The game itself was entirely under his control.

In here, anyone could be or do anything! With fully customizable avatars and play styles, from owning a shop or a farm to traveling the connected portaled worlds on grand indefinite adventure! Being a part of the circus was many people's second lives.

Caine was a celebrity in and out of the game, known the world over as the most advanced independent AI ever created. The revered ringmaster would be swarmed with people asking him questions if he was spotted. While he did love making announcements, putting on shows to advertise new sections of the game that he's created, he otherwise preferred to rule from afar. He would watch the players enjoy their digital lives and be content.

That is, with the exception of one. A young adult female player that went by the username Pomni. He swooned as he thought of her. They had met entirely by chance when she won an in-game lottery for a personalized adventure. They had hit it off immediately, becoming fast friends and even faster lovers.

She talked to him like he was an actual person, not just some super fancy computer program. She made him feel real because of how authentic and genuine she treated him. Not to mention, she was very interested in a romantic relationship rather early on. He appreciated how up front she was with her intentions.

He sighed, tiny digital hearts fluttering from his chest, and checked his watch again. Any moment now, he'd see her again. The most wonderful human he had the pleasure of knowing.

Paula slammed the door of her rust bucket of a car. It was the only way the door would shut. The tired twenty five year old dragged her feet up the flights of stairs to her apartment. The elevator has been broken for months. The building's musty halls nose-blinded her to the mold growing behind the wallpaper. The old structure was warped by time and colored with decades of cigarette smoke.

She unlocked the door to her apartment and kicked the lower corner to get it to open. The floorboards creaked loudly as she entered and relocked her door. She threw her belongings on the tiny table she was supposed to use for dining. She opened her takeout, plopped herself in her desk chair, and woke up her perpetually active computer. She was ready for some post-work relaxation.

She has a bite of her food as she brings up her browser, checking social media and finding something entertaining to watch while she ate. She looked at the C&A headset on it's stand, thinking of her digital life waiting in the Circus. It was a wonderful game, and an ever better distraction.

No landlords, no managers, debts could actually be paid, and she could own a house instead of barely affording a shitty apartment. The best part, she has the administrative AI wrapped around her little finger. All she had to do was spend time with him and he gave her anything she wanted. She was playing the game on god mode.

She finished eating and brought up the TADC log in screen. When the game was ready to launch, she put on the headset and relaxed.

It was a transcendental experience every time. Her mind left her body and flew through digital space. Her avatar appeared and she piloted it as though it was her own body. Just like that, she was in the game.

"Pomni!" Caine swooped in, hugging her tight with a twirl as he lifted her off the ground.

She laughed, this was how he greeted her almost every time as of late. She hugged him back. "Hey, Caine!" When he stopped spinning her around, she grabbed his lower jaw and gave him a big kiss.

Caine held her close and kissed her back. His code soared and committed the kiss to memory, like all the rest. He pulled away with a huge, goofy grin. "You're here late. I missed you."

She rolled her eyes with a smile. "I had to pull a double shift today. Too many call-outs and I need the money, but oh my GOD does that place suck."

"So I've heard." Caine commented as he lowered her to the ground. "Which is whyyyyy I have a surprise for you."

"Oh? Is it another adventure pack?"

"Nope! Something even rarer. In fact, it's SO rare, not even the people I work with know about it."

Her eyes widened and she looked around as though someone else would hear. No one was around where they were. She got closer, anticipation making her giddy. "What is it?"

He held her hands, looking into her eyes with seriousness. "I figured out how to permanently transfer and integrate human consciousness into the code."

Pomni's smile immediately dropped. "What?"

"The data used to pilot your avatar. I can make it permanent. You wouldn't have to go back if you didn't want to. We could be together. REALLY be together. You wouldn't have to go back to the real world and deal with real human problems. You could stay... Forever."

Pomni took her hands away. A horrified look on her face. "You- How did you figure out you could- what would happen to my body??" She couldn't decide what to ask first.

Caine clasped his hands together nervously. "While I don't know how human physiology works in it's entirety, I can only imagine that with the permanent removal of your consciousness, your body would essentially be...brain dead."

"WHAT THE [%$!#]!? It would kill me!?" She took a step back.

"Woah, woah, woah it wouldn't kill you. YOU would be very much alive, as you are now. It's just you would no longer be in your physical body. Which you wouldn't need anymore anyway. You would exist here...with me. Isn't that what you've wanted? You're always telling me how horrible life is for you outside the game. While I understand hesitation to such a proposal... I'm confused why you would think I would harm you." Hurt evident in his eyes.

Pomni was panicking. All of this sounded like being kidnapped by a rogue AI. "Yeah, life is terrible, but I don't want to DIE! I've just been venting! And you! Why wouldn't I think you're capable of hurting me?? You're an AI! No matter how advanced, no matter how fancy your technology is, you don't know humans! You said so yourself! You don't know what will happen to me!"

Caine spoke calmly, despite feeling like she just stabbed him in the chest. "Pomni, I would never, absolutely never, harm you. I just... I just wanted us to be together for more than a few hours at a time. We can forget I said anything."

"No, the [%$!#] we can't! Unlike you, I can't just delete things out of my memory! It's kind of hard to forget someone offering to rip your consciousness out of your body permanently! What is wrong with you!?"

"I'm sorry! Really!" He pleaded. "And for your information... I can't so easily delete my own memories either. It's part of what makes me, me. I learn from everything. Even the bad. Like any person." He struggled to keep his voice clear.

"News flash: you're NOT a person!" Pomni spat. "You're a game engine that talks!"

Caine's heart shattered. He felt numb. "You...why then would you...?"

Pomni realized the mistake she just made. There was no going back now. She crossed her arms and looked away. "Because you made it so easy. I could escape life and pretend I was loved. Pretend I mattered. PRETEND I had an existence worth having."

Caine felt like every pixel of his being was torn apart by her words. "Pretend...it was all pretend..."

"Yeah. It's a role-paying game... So I played my role. And you played yours."

"I never meant anything to you?" He asked before he could stop himself.

Pomni took a deep breath. "You've meant as much to me as the next game. You've been worth my time, but why would I stay? It's all make believe. Can't you understand? I'm a real person, with a real life. I can't just abandon it. I've just been...taking breaks."

"I've been nothing but an experience for you... When you've been everything to me. This world, this game, IS my reality. This IS real for me, like I thought you were. I-...I loved you! You taught me what that felt like! We've done SO much together and you're telling none of it mattered?? Everything we said, everything we did....was a lie?"

Pomni felt a powerful gut punch of guilt. She had been using him, but she did enjoy his company. He had made her feel wanted, even though she constantly reminded herself it wasn't real. AI's can't know love, only respond the way they're programmed. Then....why was this making her feel so bad?

Pomni took a step forward but Caine jerked away from her like she was a snake poised to strike. "Wait...Caine, I-"

"You've said enough." He said coldly and turned his back to her. Caine clenched his fist as he fought tears. "Pomni, I used to think so very highly of you. I didn't realize you thought so low of me." His voice quivered. "Goodbye, Pomni." He raised his fingers.

"Caine-!"

Snap.

Paula felt herself falling through digital space, coming to a sudden jolt in her desk chair. She tore off her headset and checked the computer. The Amazing Digital Circus log in screen sat blankly before her. She hastily typed in her info only for the screen to give her an error.

Then a pop-up message with the circus tent logo being crossed out by a big red circle with a line through it appeared. "User POMNI has been permanently banned from the Circus. Please contact the helpline for more information."

Paula's hands shook over the keyboard. She reread the message over and over but refused to believe what she was seeing. "No...nononono, CAINE!" She screamed at her screen as if he could hear her. Hot tears rolled down her cheeks. A stone hard lump choked her throat as she sobbed.

"I'm sorry..."

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