Small Packages (Pt 1)

phenyxsnest:

This one is a combo of: kevingabriel’s request: kid alcor? and Is
it bad that I can see Alcor going all Unholy Retribution on people
involved in child trafficking? Because I can see him tearing them to
*shreds* and making them wish they’d never been born, and doing all this
while in his 12 years old self. Maybe one of his niblings told him, or
he discovers them accidentally with his omniscience, but the people
involved being wholly unprepared to deal with the wrath of a *very*
pissed off demon. (…Wow I need more demon-on-a-killing-spree!Dipper)
.

Since this is my 100th chapter (how did that happen?) this one’s a two-parter. More next week from this one.


It started with a rumor, passed from group to group, species to species.

It probably would have stopped there, if it weren’t for the presence
of the Dinner Crew, who accepted and welcomed members of all species.

Because they were the first to be able to compare rumors, see the similarities in them, and bring them all to Don Pines.

The swan maiden they had voted to bring it all to the Don, Fiona,
finally wrapped up her report and passed her papers over to Lucy Ann,
who was sitting in the huge armchair next to the couch holding Hank and
Vivi, dwarfed by the huge chair.

“The police aren’t helping at all?” Hank asked, answering himself
before anyone else had to. “No, nevermind, of course they aren’t. If
they weren’t able to help when it was just human kids, why would they be
able to for anyone else.”

He flopped back onto the couch, staring up at the ceiling. “Right.
Okay. I…sorry. Going to take a minute to sink in. I just. Every time I
think I’ve seen the worst things people can do…”

Continue on AO3 // Continue on FF.net

For the fic thing: blood?

phenyxsnest:

Tales of a Dreambender:

Dipper did his damnedest to keep his niblings away from the summonings. To keep them away from the part of his life that was blood and fear and pain and death.

Psychic Singularity:

Please don’t be eating something, please don’t be eating someONE… Hank took another deep breath before speaking, knowing full well the lack of blood didn’t mean Uncle Dipper wasn’t doing something they’d all regret. “What’s that you found?”

(Fanfiction Work-In-Progress Guessing Game – Send me a word, if it’s in my wip document I’ll answer your ask with the sentence that it appears in)

trip questions!

If they had to take a different major than the one they did, what would their major have been?

Acacia: TBH, would have probably been happy just not going to college in the first place; honestly didn’t see the need for it. Most likely to have been a plumber or an electrician (#gone to trade school) if she hadn’t been into art.

Hank: Psychology, or sociology, because he is interested in how people think. Because of course.

Willow: Electrical Engineering. Or really any kind of engineering. She’s not the best at math, tbh, but she loves things that require intense focus and study.

What’s their favorite alcoholic drinks?

Acacia: Fruity, tropical, trashy, usually involving lots of rum.

Hank: LBR, Hank is a total hipster AND he lives in Portland, so craft beer, all the way.

Willow: A good sifter of whiskey.

Favorite breakfast foods?

Acacia: Oatmeal; It keeps you regular!

Hank: Grits. He likes the texture.

Willow: Fruity Pebbles mixed with Lucky Charms. 

Do they care about their headphone quality or are they listening to shitty youtube rips of pop songs through tiny generic earbuds?

Hank: You know Bose or Beats headphones? Yeah, Hank bab has like four levels above that. is a total music quality snob. Owns vinyl.

Acacia: Doesn’t give a shit.

Willow: Also doesn’t give a shit about earphone quality, but feels bad about ripping stuff from youtube so she gets it from iTunes.

even more triplet questions!

What’s one thing each of them always carry with them?

Acacia: Her keychain. However, Acacia is a massive magpie, and also picks up keychains from every place she’s ever visited, from various item promotions, beaded keychains her kids and niblings make her-

(her key chain currently weighs two pounds)

Hank: An adder stone. Despite common belief from before the Transcendence, they don’t actually have any magical power. But its a stone Hank found in the woods one day, and it’s a good fidget tool in his pocket. 

Willow: A swiss army knife. But the kind that comes with 30-35 attachments, because you can never bee too sure. 

What are their feelings regarding fog?

Acacia and Hank: meh.

Willow: Absolutely loves it; it reminds her of her dreams. 

How do they feel about the banjo?

Willow and Hank: Cannot stand it at all.

Acacia: Fucking loves it; both genuinely and also to annoy the shit out of her dear siblings. 

Can they dance? If so what kind of dancing? 

Willow: Dabbled in ballet exercise classes so some ballet moves.

Acacia: Wild, arrhythmic, thrash, dance party of one.

Hank: Um. Well. He’s got that sway and shuffle thing you see at high school dances down.