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Muggy Weather

storiewriterkalyn:

A/N: A quick thing I started a couple months ago and finished tonight. Torako and Dipper play a prank, or two, or three on Bentley. Bentley suffers, until he doesn’t.

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Bentley woke, blinking
slow and lazy against the last dregs of sleep. He lay there for long moments,
comfortable under the warm covers, in the shadows of the sleep-tinted windows.
It was quite possible, actually, that he dozed on and off, at ease with the hazy
awareness that nothing was going to happen that day.

Then it dawned on him,
like the slow spill of honey, the slow spreading of the sun on the horizon
during daybreak, that he kept hearing the front door open and close. Bentley
blinked a little faster, and shifted, then stretched with a small grunt. The
muscles in his back pulled satisfyingly tight before he relaxed, turning onto
his side and staring through half-lidded into the dim lightness of his pillow.

The front door opened
and shut. He heard Torako laugh and Dipper hush her. Bentley smiled, warmth
blooming in his chest, and curled his fingers into the blanket. He closed his
eyes, and thought of nothing for a while.

Then he remembered her
laugh. He remembered what laugh it was, and he was sitting up before he
even realized that he’d opened his eyes. Bentley pulled the covers off himself,
the air pleasantly cool, and stood. He stifled a yawn behind his hand and
shuffled over the door. He hesitated there; was it better to go out and brave
whatever shit Torako and Dipper were pulling this time, or should he just go
back to sleep and ignore it all?

Bentley turned back to
the bed. The clock interface on the wall glowed soft blue: 11:23. Bentley
wouldn’t have more than thirty minutes before one of them came in to pull him
out, so he turned around and palmed the door open. He took a fortifying breath,
and stepped into the hallway. Then past the pictures hovering over the walls,
past the open bathroom door and finally–horrifyingly–he entered the living/dining
room.

Torako and Dipper were
seated at the table. This wasn’t too abnormal. Bentley narrowed his eyes at
them, then at the room.

“Oh, did we wake you
up?” Torako asked. She was holding her hand half over her mouth. Bentley’s
distrust levels doubled.

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Psychic Singularity Ch 20

phenyxsnest:

The silence over the older Pines twins was oppressive, almost as oppressive as the air around Remorse.

Darkness was, for once, keeping his comments to himself, instead floating quietly behind the twins.

Not that it was helping Ford’s state of mind any. His thoughts were
still in a whirl, trying to piece together Dipper from the Darkness and
Remorse he and Stanley had found.

One of the nightmares – there were so many of them already, and
weren’t demons supposed to only have a few since they had to provide
them power? No, focus Ford, he reminded himself, if Dipper can stand to
speak to you later you can ask him then – led the way towards the Shack
and Stanley’s plan? Hope? That everyone would be there.

True, everyone had agreed to meet there, but who knew what lurked in Dipper’s mindscape.

As if the thought had conjured it up, the trees bowed in an unfelt
wind, and Darkness and Remorse pressed closer to their Grunkles.

“There it is,” Darkness whispered. “The part you were so afraid of. You think I’m bad? Just wait.”

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butterfliesandtheireffect:

When Stan had died, it hurt.
It hurt because Dipper watched. And he couldn’t have stopped it.
Usually when things like these happened, Stan would give Dipper a pep talk, or crack a joke to lighten the mood.
But he was gone. And Dipper couldn’t do anything about it, demon or not.
“It wasn’t your fault,” Mabel had said.
But he was supposed to be the most powerful demon in the world, surely there was something he could have done?
At least Stan died of old age rather than anything else.
That made him feel better.

That night, Dipper watched Mabel, making sure nothing happened to her.
(More on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/14377806
or FanFiction: https://www.fanfiction.net/docs/edit.php?docid=53838689

Spirit and Such, Chapter Eight

twixtandshout:

She had only planned on spending her birthday moping around the house, but visiting Jake sounded more appealing the more time she spent at lunch. Conversation began innocently enough, with her parents taking turns making fun of each other’s mishaps. Then the two soon started reminiscing about embarrassing moments from Delina’s own childhood, and by the time Briony brought out the baklava and apple bread, the word “scrapbook” hovered over them, thick and expectant like a fog of chicken soup in cold season. Delina made short work of her plate and excused herself as soon as she was able.

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The Other Way Chapter 2: Hello! It’s A Demon!

thatdisastrousfangirl-writes:

Apparently people like this so have the next chapter 🙂

It will be a while before I can post the third chapter but I’ll try to get it up by mid next month-ish

Dipper (the older more demonic one, considering there were kinda two now, not that the twins knew that) tessered them to the old house he had bought all those years ago, and had lived in with his child (because now Toby was long gone, he just couldn’t deny that that was what he was. His son…. Adopted, that is). Little Dipper and Mabel stumbled around a bit after appearing, Little Dipper decidedly stumbling away from him, but that was understandable. He definitely wouldn’t have wanted to trust himself in this situation.

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