Hey so I haven’t uploaded this to tumblr! It’s not like I waited over a week to do it.
Mabel asks Dipper to possess her and take her math test in her place.
A Possession Situation – Chapter 1 – aba_daba_do – Gravity Falls [Archive of Our Own]
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A god fell in love with a mortal woman. “I cannot bear to live without you,” he told her, “so I will grant you immortality.” So he made her a goddess and took her to dwell with him in the realm of the gods, where she met all the other women he couldn’t bear to live without.
When he said to you, afterwards, that you must come with him to the Realm of the Gods, and meet the other women he could not bear to live without – you had felt as if the floor was swept out from underneath you.
And yet, part of you had also not been surprised.
You’re a mystic who runs a shop full of mysterious artifacts and potions and you’re sick of uninformed middle-aged suburban moms asking for energy crystals and herbal weight-loss mixtures while throwing around made-up terms.
When a middle-aged woman rolled into my shop and told me she
was looking for ichor, I didn’t think much of it at first.You get all kinds in a shop like mine, and doubly so when
you put up the right signs on your door.
The signs that let certain kinds of people know they’re welcome, not
just the collectors or the curious or the new age mystics, looking for this
root or that crystal or wanting to gawk at a jar of old bones, but the less
innocuous individuals as well. The kind
who mean business when they come looking for their… less run-of-the-mill
specialities.I’m crying, this is so genuinely beautiful. I was so immediately sucked into this world that each detail gave me such an intense feeling of joy as if I was being reminded of a place I didn’t quite remember but loved. Truly, truly remarkable story telling. Thanks so much for sharing @feynites !
The Other Way Chapter 3: With Pen And Paper Shield And Sword
Quick a/n just so people know, for Dipper and Mabel they’re between episodes ATOTS and DD&MD
After Alcor had healed Mabel’s arm which she had seemed to forget about when saying she was alright, he had given the twins a room to sleep in which he promptly “cleaned” (meaning he snapped his fingers and all the dust and spider webs were gone) and made two separate beds for them, in much the same layout as Dipper and Mabel’s room back home in Gravity Falls.
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The trees thinned, and though the bushes, the group could see the Shack.
“Ugh, finally,” Stan said. “Sooner we get in there, sooner we can
start waiting for everyone else to show up and start planning.”Mabel squinted into the brightly lit clearing, shading her face with
her hand, bat over her shoulder. Suddenly she shrieked, everyone around
her wincing away and covering their ears. “Candy! Grenda! Girls!”Ahead, in the clearing, what Mabel had already seen became clear to
the rest as they came out of the bushes and got a better look.What they had thought to be a mass, another monster to try and fight
their way past, on the other side of the building was the Rainbow
Basher, her colors shifting in the uncertain light and making her blend
into the background in ways she never had before.And by the Shack’s door was clustered a group of humans, aspects, and
nightmares, with Candy and Grenda peeling off the group to come hug
Mabel.“We think there’s someone inside the Shack!” Grenda announced. “We gotta get in there!”
“Never ends,” Stan and Ford groaned as one. They glanced at each
other in surprise and dawning hope before turning back to the task at
hand, dismissing it for the moment.“Do you have any idea who might be in there?” Ford asked, mentally
calculating everyone when Grenda and Candy hesitated. “I don’t
see…Willow, I think she’s the only one not here yet? Unless someone
else followed you girls?”They were quiet for a moment, looking between each other. Ford turned
to the aspects around them, addressing them. “Can any of you sense
Willow? Or who might be inside?”The aspects avoided looking at each other, though finally one of
them, Ford believed it was Dipper’s Survival Instinct, spoke up. “ ’s
hard to tell where anyone is,” he said, though he looked as though it
was difficult to admit. “What I’m split like this, my powers aren’t
working like they should.”Ford paused, staring at Survival for a moment in mingled disbelief
and dismay, before continuing. “O…kay. Would have been good to know
that ahead of time. Still, there’s a chance it’s Willow inside. We
should go investigate, but be ready for it to be an ally instead of a
foe.”“And be prepared for random fireballs, since Will didn’t get the
memo,” Acacia added to her brother in a not-so-quiet undertone. Several
aspects had to hide a laugh, looking away innocently when humans or
nightmares turned to look at them.“Let’s get inside,” Mabel declared. “If it’s Will, then it’s still
safe, if not, it feels safer, and we need to regroup. Everyone,
onwards!”With that cry, Mabel led the charge towards the Shack.
Fic Prompt: Character: Hank. Word: Favours
Hank opened the door.
A man in pantaloons stood in front of him.
“Um-”
“HELLO FORREST.”
“It’s Hank, Mr. President,” Hank reminded gently as he stepped aside to let Quentin in.
“NOT THE FIRST TIME IT WASN’T.”
That didn’t make sense. But Hank had known the seven and a half president all of his life, so he was used to it by now. “Can I get you something to drink?”
“CIDER PLEASE MY BOY, THE WATER HAS INVISIBLE DEMONS IN IT.”
“We treat the water to take care of the invisible demons these days,” Hank said, but went and snitched one of Toby’s hard ciders from the drink fridge. He handed it over to Quentin who promptly sat on the floor and pried the bottle cap off with his teeth. Hank levered himself gently down into his chair.
“So what brings you up to Portland?”
“I REQUIRE YOUR PRESENCE ON- A QUEST!”
Hank frowned. “A quest?”
“YES, A GALLANT AND EXCITING JOURNEY THROUGH SPACE AND TIME, DIMENSIONS THAT TASTE LIKE GRAPE, THAT HAVE BEEN BURNT TO THE GROUND. IT WILL BE A HARD TASK-”
Hank held up a hand. “Mr. President, with all due respect, I can’t just… leave any more. I have children now. I have friends who rely on me being here. And besides-” Hank gestured with his cane to the ruins of his left knee. “I don’t exactly move as fast as I used to any more.”
Quentin stared at Hank for a long pause. Then he sighed, and suddenly Hank could see the wrinkles on the man’s face, the curvature of his spine, the greys in his hair- all of his vitality and Quentinness gone in an instant.
“Please. You are needed.”
Hank closed his eyes. Sometimes he got so damn tired being needed-
-no. That wasn’t fair. He knew, deep down, that Quentin was right.
“Okay.”
Quentin sprung up in a heartbeat.
“EXCELLENT BOY! TOGETHER WE THREE SHALL VANQU-”
“Three?”
The doorbell rang, but before Hank had a chance to get up, there was the sound of a key in the lock, and then Acacia walked through the door. She was carrying Stan’s cane, had on a pair of overalls instead of her usual formal wear, and her pockets looked suspiciously heavy.
“Hey there Hank. Quentin told me y’all were gonna start some shit. Asked if I could come along.”
This was not going to end well, Hank just knew it.
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“I knew Alcor was strong, but he completely maxed out the reading on my Sight Specs. There’s no way we can defeat him face to face. If we’re going to keep you from ending up like every other Mizar, we need to do something, before he claims you.”
“Like what?”
“Dad’s journals didn’t get that far. I think I have a plan, but it’ll take some time to put together.”
“How much do we have?”
“If he were a more typical demon, I’d say maybe til the next eclipse, or some other conjunction of celestial bodies, but Alcor is completely unpredictable. He could strike anytime from next year to tomorrow.”
She swallowed, static dancing at the corners of her eyes. He met her gaze. “I know it’s scary, but you’ve got help. Just come back at midnight, okay? I’ll get as much as I can together and we’ll do it then.”
“I will save you, Delina. I promise.”
It is the next universe and alcor’s first reincarnation walks out of there house to see gompers standing there and he has the thought how is this goat still alive and has no idea why.
How is this goat still alive?
Imamu stopped in his tracks and his thoughts alike, examining the situation.
The goat was an ugly thing, wall-eyed and scruffy, with a particularly evil smell that hung about it like a cloak. He’d never liked it, though not for any specific reason; it simply unsettled him. He had vague memories of thinking, as a child, that it was watching him, even when it had its back turned. Even when it was on the other side of the village. Even when he’d spent half a year doing his damned best to stay out of its sight.
He’d asked the gods about it once, but they’d told him not to worry.
It was just Gompers, they’d said. He’s just like that. You get used to it.
They never did give him a satisfactory explanation as to exactly what a ‘Gompers’ really was.
He’d thought he’d finally settled it, just last night. He wasn’t a child anymore. He had no reason to be afraid of a common goat. So when he picked the Gompers as the sacrifice for the Feast of the Suns, he thought that would be the end of that – a final burial of that childish notion, a chance to step forward and move on with his life.
He gave the order. His sister had protested – the strange goat was her favorite – but he was the Soul of their people, and if he allowed the implication that the gods demanded it, then…well. It was done.
He saw it done.
And now he saw the goat – the very same goat he’d killed only last night – standing outside his home, chewing a tuft of coarse grass and staring in two directions at once yet giving the impression of focused attention nonetheless.
He stood. He stared.
He took a step.
The goat didn’t move, aside from continuing to chew, and chew, and chew.
He edged past, then set a brisk pace, determined to go about his business. Determined not to look back, even as he felt the stare of the goat following him.
How is it still alive?
There was no answer, only the words of a memory, echoing with fathomless truth that he now recognized as guidance.
Don’t worry about it.
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The Rainbow Basher inched cautiously through the thick woods.
Technically, they’d made the Basher to withstand anything that could be
thrown at it.Problem was, one of the things that might be thrown at it in here was
Dipper, and it was his power that helped make the Basher so
impenetrable. Sure, there was way more than just demon power layered on
the car – armor plating and spells from every species the Pines had made
friends with were nothing to sneeze at – but in here, something just
didn’t feel right.So while normally they would plow through the woods, lights blazing
and speakers blaring, this time they took it inch by inch, with the
humans and one aspect in the cab while the other aspects and nightmares
took the bed of the truck. Vivienne had been in the bed of the truck
along with Childishness and Pettiness, but Horror and the nightmares
inside had insisted upon switching after a few miles, the better to
protect the humans. It went against every nightmare instinct, but it was
what the Master would want, and, if he should come through this whole
and sane, he would help them heal if they were wounded, the nightmares
were sure of it.But there was something out there. Something that was making the
trees groan and threaten to fall, making them reach out branches like
limbs to slow them. Glimpses of something in the woods, a shadow with
blazing gold eyes, and most of them were starting to have an idea of
what it could be, but were hoping they were wrong. If they didn’t say it
out loud, if they didn’t acknowledge it, then it wasn’t true.And slowly, piece by piece, dodging ruts that appeared in front of
them and branches that tried to fall on the Basher, they made their way
towards the Shack.But all of them kept their weapons at the ready, and hoped that this wasn’t something they needed out there.
Regreats
In hindsight Mark and Anna Pines could acknowledge they hadn’t handled thing very well. At the time they had thought they were but nowadays where there’s plenty of information on how to deal with the supernatural and where there are pamphlets and internet forms about the do’s and Don’ts if your child becomes Preter (several they visited after they found out their granddaughter was a witch) they knew they hadn’t.
Back then they were flying blind. They made decisions they thought we right, for their kids own good. Knowing what they know now their logic hadn’t been as sound as the thought.
It may sound strange but the problem hadn’t been Dipper’s situation, not really. Yes, their son becoming a demon had been the elephant in the room but no matter how big an elephant is, it’s a lot easier to ignore when it’s literally invisible.
No, the problem was Mable most of the time. Why well…
For starters whatever it was in the Pines family that attracted weird hadn’t skipped Mark and accepting that your twelve-year-old knows better than you can be hard to say the least. That had been the cause of more than a few of their augments Mable suggesting and often outright doing herself a seemingly random solution to an issue. Cue augments about putting herself in danger, getting involved when she shouldn’t and not doing as she’s told countered with claims they didn’t trusting her and she knew what she was doing.
There was a part of them that wonders if had thing been different, would it have been as hard to be believe Dipper. If it had been their practical bookish son and not their creative head in the clouds daughter would the solutions have seemed so random would they have listen more. That thought kept them both up at night.
The other big problem had been her reaction to… well… everything.
Dipper for as little as they saw him seemed as freaked out as they where by his changes. It was wrong they knew to be glad to see fear and panic in their child but it was reassuring to see he was having trouble adjusting too. Even when they couldn’t see him they often heard one-sided reassurances and comfort, that was normal, that’s how someone should react to all this.
Mable on the other hand had taken everything in her stride either being blasé or excited. That wasn’t normal. It wasn’t normal to exclaim happily “Oh! These are Dippers teeth, they fell out and got replaced fangs! I’m keeping them this box isn’t it pretty!” or “Hey look!” and arrive downstairs holding a taking one-eyed star that was apparently her brother. It wasn’t just Dipper either that was her reaction to everything vampires, werewolves, pixies and gnomes big, small dangerous or cute. Was there something wrong with her?
Sending them back to Gravity Falls had been the right decision that they were sure of. Stan had done a wonderful job. There Mable had a good life a job in the library a business of her own married to a good man with three precious kids of her own. She wouldn’t have had that here, she’d been already been ostracised and isolated when she left it could only have grown worse. Dipper seemed happier too as best they could tell it might just be he was getting strong enough to become corporal more often now. The weren’t sure how they would have handled that here and it wouldn’t have helped Mable situation one bit.
Even now it was Mable they worried about.
Tales of Alcor could be dismissed as the cults own fault or demon instincts Dipper couldn’t control. It was uncomfortable to hear these stories but it was a known quantity easy to understand and explain away.
But tales of Mizar the Gleeful how do you reconcile that with your human child. It wasn’t possession they where seen side by side that was all Mable and that was truly terrifying.
So, no they hadn’t handled Dippers transformation well. The downside of that invisible elephant is its really easy to be blindside when you forget it’s there and run into it. But Mable they didn’t know how to handle Mable anymore. Had she always been like this and Dipper had diluted the effect made it hard to notice or had the trauma of the Transcendence caused it? they didn’t know and it disturbed them.
That was why unspoken was this thought they never acknowledged this terrible evil thought that haunted their dreams would it have been better if it was Mable. If Mable became the demon and Dipper got to stay would thing have been simpler easier to deal with if it had been self-conscious worrying Dipper who came home that summer he wouldn’t acted so odd, he would have handled thing better, he was mostly normal it was wrong unfair they knew that but it was always there and the worst part.
The worst part was DIPPER KNEW.
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This is from the parent’s perspective so while we know Mable’s just putting on a brave face when she deals with them they don’t. We’ve also seen the kind of stuff Mable went threw that summer compared to that most thing post Transcendence are mundane and again I doubt she told them those stories. With that in mind I can’t help think Mable’s already eccentric take on everything would be the most disturbing part.
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