Melody woke up with her face buried in something soft, warm, and faintly smelling of raspberries.
She squeaked and flailed, finally managing to pull her face from the
wool of a nightmare, who was watching her with a mixture of concern and
amusement, which was an interesting expression for a sheep.“Well,” she said, sitting back on her heels. “That was different.”
The sheep nodded solemnly, a second coming up to nudge at Melody’s
shoulder. Melody worked herself up to her feet, patting herself off. “I
missed your names in all the confusion,” she commented.“M̢a͝r̴y,” the nightmare she’d faceplanted into said, while the other baaed out, “Gra̕sblut̡tr͟in̵k͜er͏.”
Melody paused for a moment before shrugging. “Grass…blood drinker?
Okay. Right. Anyway.” She looked around, hands on hips, and sighed.
“Yeah, I have no clue where we are. That was…” she sighed again.Really, Melody thought she’d gotten used to things in Gravity Falls
since moving there permanently. She’d even gotten used to Soos’
not-quite-but-totally-was little brother being a literal demon now, even
if it killed her sometimes to remember how small he’d been when the
Transcendence happened, the few times she’d seen him before it all went
down.“I’m getting too old for this,” Melody muttered, before clapping her
hands, startling the nightmares. “Right! No more complaining! Off we
go!” She paused again, looking around at the unfamiliar landscape.
“Which way do you vote?”Both nightmares did their equivalent to a shrug, before Mary said, “This
wa̷y̶,҉ p̧erha̶ps? I͝ ̸bel͘i̶ev̕e i̴n t̛his ̶pla͘c͜e ͢t̷h͢ąt ͘o̢ur͢
in̢tentio͞ns҉ ̕coun͜t a̧s mưc͜h as ̸our di͘re͞c͘tions͠.”“Eh, sounds as good of a plan as any,” Melody agreed. “Ugh, wish I’d worn better shoes today for hiking.”
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The Wrong Demon
This post inspired me to write a little something for the first kid that was talked about. It’s probably a bit different then originally intended but I had fun 🙂
The kid had only been about three months old when their family decided to offer them to the demon, had only been three months old when they got the wrong one, three months old when the wrong demon picked them up, hands bloodied, not entirely sure what to do with the crying infant.
Spirit and Such, Chapter Six
The trees seemed to shift around their little group as Sam lead the three of them through the forest. Delina tried to count the twists and turns, mapping them against the route she normally took, but then they would pass a landmark that, by her reckoning, should have been entirely somewhere else and she would have to start over.
Had the path been this long the first time Sam walked her here? Shivering, she pressed a little closer to him.
“Well, here we are,” Sam announced, fumbling with a ring of clanking metal strips. He scraped one against the doorknob, muttered something, and tried a different one, which slid in, but refused to to turn. The third went in and turned, but the door stuck until he kicked it open, grumbling. “The – ow – office. Make yourselves at home.”
Mags stared as Delina made her way to the sagging couch, taking in the torn posters, paper-littered desk, and peeling, smoke-stained wallpaper. “This is your office? Looks like the apartment a washed-up TV star moves into when he finally hits rock bottom.”
Spirit and Such, Chapter Five
“What do you mean?” Delina gasped, struggling to get her breathing under control. “I… what are you–”
Sam dragged himself out of the bush with a huff and sat on his heels, brushing twigs and dirt off today’s azure suit. “I was waiting for you, obviously. Didn’t want to risk your mom’s temper again.” He shivered. “I’ve faced down monstrosities that would haunt your nightmares, but I swear, nothing strikes fear into the heart like an angry mother.”
Delina, who had once been caught roasting s’mores in bed, could sympathize. “Okay, that explains why you’re out here. But what do you mean, ‘call you’?”
He flapped his arms at her. “You know, call? Like…” His hand made a strange sign, thumb coming up behind his ear and pinky hovering over his mouth – the same gesture he had made the last time she’d seen him. Not that that made understanding it any easier.
When her eyes failed to glow in comprehension, he slumped. “Let me guess. No one uses telephones anymore.”
“Those things?” She gaped at him. “They’re, like, a thousand years old!”
Spirit and Such, Chapter Four
“…I don’t care how, the time is now…”
Delina gulped and picked up her pace. Luckily, she’d managed to keep her madi’s parting lecture to a minimum, but she was still late. If that was the ensemble, she only had five more lines to get onstage before she missed her cue!
“To the forest, to sell the cow…”
That was Toni, her singing voice creaking with affected age. Next came her friend Sydney –
“To the forest, to get the money…”
Delina stripped off her coat, threw it on her hook, and tore off to the back room. Where was the props box?
“To the forest, to lift the spell…”
Daven’s lines were faint, but audible, even this far back – evidently, she’d been practicing her projection. Still, the words barely registered as Delina dug through the props. When her fingers touched fabric, she grabbed it and ran.
“To make the potion…”
That was Jake! Only one line to go, now, but she had made it to the stage. All she had to do was put on her… scarf?
Spirit and Such, Chapter Three
Delina’s appetite kept her just awake enough to finish lunch – three jam sandwiches and the last of yesterday’s leftover rice – before she passed out, but neither her mother nor her madi could rouse her for dinner. Instead, she woke to morning sunlight and the sizzle of melting butter.
“Pancakes?” she asked, peeking into the kitchen.
“Pancakes,” Briony grinned. Whispering conspiratorially, she added, “Your momma says I shouldn’t be encouraging you to go off with strangers, but the way I see it, you had an exhausting day and need something to put some pep in your step.”
Rasia groaned. “I heard that.”
“Love you, dear.” When Delina giggled, Briony winked at her. “Grab a plate; I’ll load you up.”
Spirit and Such, Chapter Two
“I want you to set this on fire.”
“Huh? But –”
“Which one of us is the teacher here?” Sam flapped the sheaf of papers at her. “If you want to learn how to control your fire, you’ve got to learn how you make it, and the only way to do that is to do it. So… just – do it!”
Delina stared blankly at him. He sighed. “Sorry, old joke. But seriously though. Let’s get some sparks going!”
Spirit and Such, Chapter One
When Delina Willes was born, every banishment sigil in town exploded.
In the hospital, no one paid much attention to the sigils. After all, the infant was in critical condition; every hand, flipper, and limb that could be spared was focused on replacing her heart and keeping her blood moving. It wasn’t until weeks later that a nurse happened to notice that the circle of black tourmaline embedded in the floor had cracked.
Similar stories happened everywhere in Fairview. A woman dropped a set of glass wind chimes, convinced she was imagining the way they seemed to heat and wriggle in her hands. A child’s MagiCore shut down unexpectedly and wouldn’t turn on again. And in one house, a silver cross melted and dripped, slowly, onto the pages of an open birth record.
Psychic Singularity Ch 15
Soos woke to the feeling of something licking his cheek, already laughing and shoving it away before he was fully awake.
It turned out to be a nightmare, and Soos sat up, still laughing, to pet it.
“Man, am I glad to see you dudes,” he said as the second nightmare
trotted up. “How about that, that whatever it was, huh? Looks like it
got all of us.”“I͏ don’͡t k͏no̕w ͟w͝here a͟ny̶one̴ els̴e is͢,” the first nightmare
baaed, a little pathetically, but then again they were used to having
the rest of the Flock around them to back them up and were feeling a bit
exposed with just one other Flockmember and a human.“Hoo man, that’s…that’s gonna make things harder,” Soos agreed,
climbing to his feet and adjusting his hat. “But we found each other
during the Oddpocolypse, we can do it now!”The nightmares seemed to take heart at that, waiting patiently as Soos looked around.
“Okay, I have no clue which way to go here,” Soos admitted. “These aren’t the normal woods. You dudes got any ideas?”
“I͜ ̸t͠hink͏.̢..w̶e m͜i̧gh̢t ̵fin̕d ̶par̕t̴ ҉o͜f̧ ̡the̵
̨Mas̸ţe͞r…̨t̸h̷a̛t ͢w͟ay̴,” the first nightmare, one Soos regonized
as Steve, said.“P̕e͝rhaps h͘e͡ ca͜n̵ ͜l͢e̶a͟d̡ us̡ t̷o ̢th̡e S͜h̸a͠ck̛ and͜ the ͡o͢t̕he̵rs̛,” Sheep, the other nightmare, said hopefully.
Soos shrugged. “Good a plan as any,” he said. “Lead on, Steve dude!”
Steve drew himself up, gave a little shake, and started walking.
What we are
Here it is! Part 2 of my Drift AU series. Just a little warning, this part contains a lot of intrusive thoughts, and it gets very sad very fast. Also, you miiiiiiight want to read part 1 (which can be found either on AO3 or on my blog tagged as drift!au) first if you haven´t already, otherwise this probably won´t make much sense.
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