Sitting in his wheelchair (that had long since been bedecked
in rhinestones and glitter by Mabel,) Stan couldn’t help but feel a massive
wave of deja-vu.There was his niece, sitting blearily up in bed, tired and
proud and tripping out on drugs all at the same time.There was her spouse, a familiar look of weariness and
having been repeatedly hit by a truck on their face.There was his nephew, crying and freaking the fuck out of
the nurse who was obviously new to Gravity Falls.And here….
“Say hello to your great-great grandkids Grunkle Stan,”
Acacia warbled from the bed. She was pale, had massive bags under her eyes, and
had forgotten both her glass eye and eyepatch at home so she was looking a
little creepy, but Stab had never seen her so happy in her life.Reina gently placed a little girl on one arm, as Mabel
placed a little boy on the other.He looked down at them for a minute.
They both had furious red hair, Reina’s deep brown skin, and
Acacia’s big nose (Stanley’s big nose). The girl looked more like Reina in the
face, and the boy more like Acacia.“What are they called sweetie?” Stan finally managed to ask,
over the tears that he was not crying.“You’re holding Josefa in your left hand,” Reina began,
before looking at her wife, who finished.“And that…that’s Stan in your right,” Acacia said gently.
It felt like all the breath left Stan’s body. He looked down
at his great-great grandson (he was not going to be here much longer, Stan knew
that, and he had long gotten past the point of caring about proper names).Little Stan opened his eyes and glared blearily up at him.
One of his hands popped out of his swaddling.There was six fingers on the little hand.
“Is…is…do you mind Grunkle Stan?” Acacia asked him
hesitantly, and Stan belatedly realized that he hadn’t said anything, was still
gaping down at Josefa and Little Stan like a fish.“It’s perfect,” he finally managed to rumble out, gently
brushing a thumb across the face of his newest grandson.Little Stan’s cheeks were wet, yet his eyes were dry.
Tag: ficlet
Fic idea???
Oh man but what if in one reincarnation Mabel is born with a twin, and the twin is R!Tyrone. And Dipper is just so freaking torn because that should be HIM, Tyrone was part of HIS soul, that SHOULD BE HIM, and it partly feels like relief (because in an intrinsic way he trusts Tyrone to protect Mabel, they were the same guy once after all) and like betrayal, because it’s like Tyrone ultimately won that clone fight and supplanted him. (And Alcor might or might not watch them grow up both to make sure they’re okay and in an attempt to console himself that he was a much better brother than Tyrone. Only to end up having to face that he’s so far gone by then that he reads Tyrone’s self-sacrificing acts for his sister as stupidity. Hi Sweater Town.)
And then as the kids grow up R!Tyrone, who’s born with a fragile health and body (easy to bruise, takes him long to heal the smallest of cuts, has a freaking lot of allergies), just gets worse and worse. So by the time he’s twelve he ends up in hospital (again), the doctors tell his parents that he’s basically dying of whatever infection/illness he got this time, and R!Mabel overhears. And then summons freaking Alcor the Dreambender to try to save her brother (which might or might not get overly well).
Obscene
Transcendence AU ficlet about an awkward conversation between Dipper and Grunkle Stan.
Candy Trading Ring Fic
based on the HC that i just saw about alcor’s candy trading ring
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“Hiro this is literally going to be the best thing ever” Neo said, their cat not even batting an eye. They picked up the box and tapped it shut, drawing a large smiley face on the side. They checked the candy conversion site that was open on their computer and put the 10% fee atop the box before placing it in the circle. It vanished upon placement and a new one was replaced, this time a much plainer box.
They cut it open, prattling at their cat the whole time “Oh, I really hope whoever got my box knows what easter is, or they’ll be so confused at all the rabbit candy.” They looked into the box, practically squealing. “EEE!!! Its from japan!”
“I know what none of this is, but I’m going to get so sick later”
I’m working on something from Willow’s perspective. Can you give some tips on writing her, including how she reads auras?
Mod S here!
Willow sees people’s aura’s as kind of an overlay on top of them. So she sees what everyone sees-clothes, hair, that really massive pimple on that one guy’s chin, et cetera. But on top of that, almost like a fog around them, is their aura.
Willow keeps up mental shields around her that Dipper taught her when she was very little and that keeps her Sight in check most of the time. However, when she is tired, her mental shields can slip. Other times, an accidental bump or touch into someone will bring their aura blazing into her vision. And then there are some emotions or some people who blaze so brightly she can’t really block them from view.
There’s a reason Willow dreams in grey and black and white.
Other things that are good to know about Willow….
1. She does not like to ask for help. At all. Years of medical attention for her asthma and the persistent feeling that she gets babied by Acacia (and Hank a little bit) have left Willow bab with a bit of a chip on her shoulder. She is constantly determined to show that she can handle and take care of herself just fine. And ninety percent of the time she can!
However, the other ten percent of the time, when there is a wendigo tossing her against a tree and she feels a rib snap and she still won’t call for Uncle Dipper or try and shout out for one of her sibs to come help is when there’s a problem.
2. Reading auras and reading minds are not the same thing, but its enough for Willow to get some good guesses in. It is really handy for when she is raising her own children however.
3. Willow loves pistachio ice cream, writing with a quill tipped pen, and folk music. Willow does not like apples, classical music, or using pencils.
4. Remember that in addition to the Sight, Willow can also call blue fire to her and has an easier time using magic. Until she has Auriga, the biggest flame she can summon is no larger than her fist, and she mainly uses her flames in place of a flashlight, and to light candles. When she gets bored she usually summons a ball of flame to hand and plays with it, letting it track across her hand and weave in and out of her fingers. Also, every time she sneezes, despite her best efforts a little puff of flame will poof out of her mouth or nose. It’s a little embarrassing.
5. Acacia and Willow love to go out dancing, and when they are going to college at the University of Oregon, they spend almost every weekend at the Cowfish burning up the dance floor.
6. Willow’s guilty pleasure is eating a whole bag of puffy Cheetos in one go. More than once, Dipper or Mabel or Henry or someone else will come home to find Willow on the couch asleep, surrounded by two to three empty bags of Cheetos and her hands and face covered in orange Cheeto dust.
7. Willow’s temper isn’t as hot as Acacia’s, however, when she does get mad, Willow can have a very vindictive streak.
The Rites of Passage
I felt inspired. Based on this ask.
You can’t be a true Pines man without being scarred by the Twin Souls fandom!
He looked down on his protégé and smiled. Dark like the endless night with eyes golden with mischief and hunger, he was almost a full fledged demon.
Almost.
”You’ve done well to come so far and tonight is the final test,” he said, voice dropping a pitch lower. Alcor stared up to him, to his master, his elder star, and nodded.
“Tonight,” Satan growled as he leaned down to the young demon’s ear. “you will learn the art of seduction.”
Alcor initially looked stunned before he smirked and melted into Satan’s arms with a sly purr. “And what makes you think that I will be the student here?” He asked as he slowly reached down Satan’s body to stroke the the elder star’s-
“Uhh, honey?”
Mabel looked up to Henry and followed his confused and worried gaze. Dipper’s mind had long since left his body and he simply floated there, catatonic with his eyes glazed over.
Eh, the normal reaction.
Stan, meanwhile, had curled up into a ball in the corner of the living room, and Mabel could clearly hear his sobs as he tried to wrap her scarves around his face and ears.
Oops.
Color
Home.
She needed to get home.
Willow felt a blinding headache beginning to form between
her eyes, at the very top of the bridge of her nose, and she sighed. It was an
old familiar headache, and she reached for the bottle of naproxen in her purse,
knowing it wouldn’t do much but still hoping without hope that it would work
this time.Next to her on the sidewalk, Acacia chattered, vivid butter
yellows and sugar bright light, that would burn away the darkness. Hank was on
her other side, calm and slow burning blues, with a white core at his center.Their colors she could bear; they were her siblings, the
other parts of herself that made her whole. And, if Willow was being honest,
she was used to Hank and Acacia and
their blues and yellows.What she wasn’t used to was the substitute teacher they had
for their first period AP US History, Mr. Dockery, who was deep throbbing blood
red and Willow could almost taste the contempt and wasted opportunities from
him through the mental shields that Uncle Dipper had showed her how to make so
many years ago.She wasn’t used to bumping into a senior in the cafeteria,
and having waves of ultramarine wash over her, sadness so deep and dark that
she felt like she was going to drown.Willow wasn’t used to having a car pass her on the way home
and taste the ochre overtones of a hateful argument between an old woman and her
daughter go through her as sure as a punch to the chest.Hank turned to her and asked her something, but she couldn’t
even make out her brother’s words, only see him as worried periwinkles, and the
white part of his flame beginning to burn brighter as he focused his attention
on helping her.Acacia for once must have noticed the mood she was in, and
simply wrapped her arm around her sister, enveloping Willow in her warm citrine
and golden glow.It had gotten to the point by the time they got home that
she couldn’t even make out the features of her siblings, only their auras,
their colors.Her mom, bright primary color red and blue and yellow, was
both comforting but at the same time made her want to cringe and curl into a
small ball on the floor.Luckily, Willow’s mom understood.
Her mom knew, and
simply scooped Willow up into her arms (even though Willow had about a foot on
her mom at this point) and carried her up the stairs into the attic, to their
room.She plopped Willow on her bed, and quickly left, though not
before telling Willow that “Dinner at six, okay Will-Cat?”The door shut behind her and finally Willow was alone.
Blessedly alone.
She reached under the bed and began to pull out the four or
five comforters and crocheted blankets that she kept under there for days like
this.Willow pulled them all over her and curled into as much of a
ball as she could make herself into.The world around her was grey and black and white, and above
all, quiet.Finally, she felt the tightness in her chest begin to ease,
the headache begin to fall a way.Willow was home.
(Twenty minutes later another weight joined her on the bed,
and her uncle was there, dropping golden tears in her hair.He didn’t need to. It wasn’t his fault…well, mostly not….but
she didn’t mind him stroking her hair as she took his hand in hers.)
For zilleniose and bitter-like-coffee, based off this link.
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For the first few years that Henry knew Dipper, he spent as
much time getting to know him through Mabel as an intermediary as he did face
to face.Luckily, when Mabel wasn’t around, and Dipper couldn’t make
it onto this plane and Henry had nothing to sacrifice, they still managed.Dipper could manage most of the time to move at least a pen,
so littered across the house were countless pads of paper and dry erase boards,
with pens and markers attached by glittery pink yarn.Ninety percent of the time that worked just fine, little notes
left across the house, to match the shiver down his spine and the way that
stray cats came to the window and stared
at wherever Dipper was.The other ten percent of the time, Henry would wake up, go
into the bathroom, and find blood dripping down from the mirror, completely
with clotted chunks and bits of hair.There was nothing like going to shave in the morning, and
turning on the bathroom lights only to find “Y͜O͠U ̕A̶RȨ O͞U͟T҉ ̸O̡F MI͟LK͡” dribbling
slowly but surely down the mirrored surface and into the bowl of the sink.For the first seven or eight times, Henry bonked his head on
the ceiling and may or may not have screamed a bit.After six months of marriage to Mabel, he had gotten to the
point where he’d wipe it off with the Blood Towel they kept in their
specifically for that purpose, and remember to yell at Dipper for getting
chicken blood all over the bathroom.Again.
What If…
There are religious anti-demon private schools. One reincarnation of Mabel is sent to such a school. Either Dipper doesn’t notice because he only caught that Mabel was reborn, or he does notice, but can’t help because they have good wards, R!Mabel will be punished for being with a demon, and he’s scared of the prejudice she’ll show toward him from her learnings. To make matters worse, she has a passion for art that the school doesn’t appreciate because she subconsciously incorporates Alcor imagery and other supernatural elements into her works (even unicorns are frowned upon). When they do meet, however, he is saving her and several classmates from being sacrificed. The sacrifice was either organized by the school in an attempt to eliminate Alcor (though this is more unlikely than ironic because what is the point of risking the lives or your pupils to destroy the thing you hate?) or was by an outsider the group looked up to. R!Mabel is more ticked off about this than scared of Alcor. Meanwhile, Alcor is awkwardly trying to make sure she’s okay while still worrying about finally having the confrontation.
“Are you okay? Do you want me to leave, or..”
“Poop! I actually gave up drawing for this?!”
“Look, I just hate human sacrifices. Don’t hurt anyone over being saved by a demon.” Alcor looks back at the circle and twiddles his thumbs nervously. R!Mabel turns to Alcor, pausing in her rant.
After tilting her head in confusion, she laughs, “Y’know, for a demon, you’re kind of a dork.”Alcor freezes and gapes at the girl.
“Hey, could you give us directions, or are you going to lead us to some underworld to eat our souls?”
“Do you want me to take you home?”
“Sure! You guys wanna come with?” The other group members shake their heads in horrified objection. Shrugging, R!Mabel takes Alcor’s offered hand. With a blink of an eye, Alcor blips them to the dorm’s front doors.
“Oh ho ho,” R!Mabel laughs, “Mother Robinson would FLIP if she knew what just happened!”
After that, R!Mabel starts rebelling against her teachers, summoning Alcor just to hang out, and drawing everywhere. After ripping up the drawing she was making of a certain well-dressed gentleman with butwings, her teacher finds herself calling a custodian to clean a replica of the drawing off a spot of the ceiling that the girl shouldn’t be able to reach. I might use her in a future story, so let’s just say her name is Marceline, or Marcy for short.
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8 Months
It wasn’t often that Dipper got a quiet moment with his
sister, and he knew as soon as the kids were born those moments would become
even rarer so he took the opportunity whenever he could.Like now, for example. Mabel was knitting onesies for the
triplets, green and purple and covered in inexplicable deely boppers. Dipper
himself was content to drape his legs over her lap and lay across the couch in
a pleasant doze.Well, Mabel probably thought he was dozing, but really he
was listening to the babies.He had his eyes closed, the better to get on their
wavelength, and just….listen.Listen in awe of the new lives forming within his sister.
Feel three heartbeats, and above them all, comforting and
steady, Mabel’s heartbeat.They dreamt in colors and waves, and the world around them
was dark and warm and safe and love.They could feel him, and occasionally one of his niblings
would drift over in his direction, or as best as they could in Mabel’s
increasingly crowded womb.It amazed him that they could sense him, just how they
sensed Mabel when she patted her stomach or talked to them or ate seven
hamburgers in one go.His nephew began to fall asleep and-
“Oh my god Dipper!”
Dipper came to with a start.
“Are you listening to the kids again you big softie?”
“N-nooooo,” said Dipper.
(For a demon, Mabel thought, he was a terrible liar.)
“Really? Your cutie mark is showing?”
“My what?”
Mabel waved at her forehead. “Your birthmark….but now that
it glows I think it should really be called a cutie mark.”“MABEL IT’S NOT A CUTIE MARK!”
She just smiled and made a shooshing motion at his face.
“Well, I think it’s
really cute!”Dipper face palmed.
Suddenly he was rethinking this whole ‘spending time with
his sister’ thing.
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