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long overdue for @marypsue

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“I’m glad you came out Grunkle Ford.”

Ford smiled. “Well it’s not every day my favorite niece gets married.”

Mabel pumped her fist. “YES! I AM THE PRIME NIECE!”

He opened his mouth to remind her that they needed to be careful about the gnomes in this part of the forest, then remembered that Mabel not only perfected gnome deflection techniques, she apparently was on a quiz bowl team with Schmebulock at the Skull Fracture. 

They walked in comfortable silence for awhile. Ford pointed out some plaidypus tracks that they followed for awhile before conceding defeat; though how a bright red monotreme could disappear in the forest boggled Ford’s mind. Mabel took perhaps a little too much pleasure at nodding and waving at a passing unicorn herd, who ran screaming in terror away from her. 

Finally, when they had stopped at a little brook- to take notes and go wading- Mabel said, “So you know Dipper is Henry’s best man, right?”

Ford was proud of himself- he didn’t look up, didn’t stop taking notes, and his voice didn’t waver when he said, “Either you or Stan had mentioned it to me, yes.”

“Oh, okay, good. Just wanted to make sure you weren’t surprised or anything.”

Ford sighed. “Mabel, if you are worried about me creating a scene or starting any unpleasantness at your wedding, I can assure you that I am capable of not only being civil, but I’ve had extensive experience controlling inappropriate emotional responses.”

Mabel arched an eyebrow at him. 

Okay, he deserved that one. 

“Hey, I think I saw one of those salamanders you were looking for-” She bent over to start digging in the water. As Mabel sifted through the pebbles, she went on. “I know you won’t cause a fuss Grunkle Ford. It’s enough that you’re here this weekend.”

“I…” He didn’t know what to say. Finally, he managed a weak, “I’m just so busy, and you know the boat doesn’t get good reception.”

“FOUND ONE- poot, no that was a leaf. And no, you’re not busy. Well, I mean you are, but really you’re just avoiding Dipper, which means by extension you’re avoiding Stan and me.” A loud splash as Mabel overturned a large rock. “But I get it.”

He was frozen in place, as Mabel rooted in the mud to look for the seven tailed salamanders that lived in this brook. 

“What happened to Dipper; it can be as hard on us as it is on him. And not everyone is capable with dealing with it. It took me awhile to accept that but now I get it. I know you still love us both. You’re here, you’re not like, throwing weird holy water at Dipper or anything like that.” 

She stood up, now covered up to her shoulders in mud. “Since it’s just us out here, I just wanted to say thank you. I know it probably took a lot for you to come, and I appreciate it.”

The invitation sat on his table unopened for a week, and when he had the gumption to actually open it, it took another three days to pull the letter out, and of course he didn’t talk to Stan for two weeks because that would have meant addressing the matter and-

“I found one!” Two calloused hands suddenly appeared in front of his face, a multi limbed reptile squirming in them. 

Ford looked up at the smiling face of his grand-niece, accepting and completely without any guile.

He hadn’t felt this empty in a long time.

TAU AU where Henry becomes a demon, either in the place of Dipper or instead of the Woodsman. Fic open season!

Consider the Transcendence in 2012

Henry would be 13 (technically a teen!) to Mabel and Dipper’s 12. How did he end up in Gravity Falls here and now? 

Perhaps a kind woman with no name gave him a ride to his uncle’s house, perhaps his uncle had custody of him, or perhaps his branch of the Corduroy clan had never left in the first place.

How did it happen, how does it end? All good questions. But perhaps a better one is to consider-

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March 2026

(if the author was so inclined, this Transcendence would happen on the day of the triplet’s birth, for that extra bit of pathos. But let’s give Mabel a break; it’s hard being pregnant) 

Henry had always believed Mabel and Dipper and Stan when they told him about that first summer the twins had come to Gravity Falls. It was hard not to, between the presence of Dr. Pines (he could never bring himself to call the man Ford, like he called Stan ‘Stan’), the scars on Mabel and Dipper, and of course, all the many Other beings that called Gravity Falls home. 

He was aware of the possibility that Bill could return, that the binding of the Wheel could come undone. 

(-not that anyone ever brought the idea up in conversation; but Henry could hardly blame them-)

He just never thought it would actually happen. 

Henry managed to stagger to his feet. The shockwave from the gun that Dr. Pines had created knocked everyone down, except for Stan who had had the quick wits to engage the brakes in his wheelchair.

Bill was still there. That was… discouraging.

Slightly more encouraging was the ichor dripping from his eye, the bricks slowly crumbling and falling to the ground. Didn’t Dr. Pines say earlier that the gun could fire two or three shots?

“WELL WELL WELL. YOU CRAZY KIDS SURE DID A NUMBER ON THIS BODY.”

Next to him, Henry could see Dipper tense up, saw Mabel clutch her bat tighter in her hands. 

“SO I THINK IT’S ONLY FAIR THAT I BORROW ONE OF Y̹̝̳ O̸̺̪͉̦̝͚ͅ U̢̩̥̗̗̣ R̨̘̪͕̱ S̱͖̪.”

All of the blood drained from Dipper’s face as Bill’s hands joined together.

“EENIE-” a point at Dr. Pines

“MEENIE-” a point at Candy even as Dr. Pines scrambled to prime the gun one more time, caring no longer about subtlety. 

“MINIE-” a point at Manly Dan.

“YOU.” 

Dipper stood frozen as Bill went greyscale, his corporeal form dropping like a stone to the ground. 

Ten minutes, ten years, ten centuries afterwards, Henry could never quite say what had propelled his feet to move, moved him to throw his body in front of Dipper’s own.

All he remembered was seeing Gravity Falls burning around him one moment and then the next-

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“THIS IS UNEXPECTED.”

Henry looked around. They were in a forest… but it wasn’t the forest that grew in and around Gravity Falls. No, here the trees were taller, broader, their canopies impossibly large and the air primeval.

“DON’T BE SO SURPRISED ANTLERS, THIS IS YOUR MINDSC-”

Bill paused, and then spewed from his eye black bile. And though Henry was divorced from his body here, he knew without knowing how that back in the real world, whoever was next to him-

(DipperGrendaFordMABEL)

-would see the veins in his arms, in his neck run that same pitch black.

Bill coughed once, and the ichor managed to stop, though even as he straightened up, a brick fell out of his middle.

“I CAN WORK WITH THIS! I’M JUST GOING TO NEED YOU TO D̯́Ị̼E͎̜̞̪͜ͅ-”

Pain flared through Henry’s being, unimaginable and all-encompassing. For a heartstopping moment, Henry was so very sure that this was it, that his body was going to be hijacked to kill the ones he loved-

Something small, quiet inside him woke up and simply said-

“No.”

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-the next he was waking up in Mabel’s arms, his face and front wet from the snot and tears she was dripping on him.

His entire body ached… no. That wasn’t quite it. More like it felt like every nerve was on fire, like an size XL stuffed into a size XS meat suit, like-

(meat suit?)

“Don’t you ever fucking do that again!” Mabel screeched, and then pounded him in the chest with one first for good measure. “I’m the only one who gets to do dumb things in this relationship.”

Henry huffed out a small laugh. “Not for the next eight months,” he gently pointed out.

Mabel paused.

“Oh yeah. Poop.”

“Mabel. Mabel sweetie.”

They both turned towards the sound of Stan’s voice as he slowly wheeled himself over to him.

“Who are you talking to?”

Mabel laughed. “Henry!”

Stan’s face froze. It looked like he (and Ford, and Dipper) had bitten into something rotten.

“Mabel….” Stan started, and then stopped. He looked over to Dipper, who knelt down next to them, tears streaming down his face.

“Mabel; Henry isn’t there.”

Something Borrowed, Something Blues 7 / ?

marypsue:

Part One / Part Two / Part Three / Part Four / Part Five / Part Six / Part Seven / Part Eight / ?

So I have to apologise for the unannounced, unexpected month-and-a-half hiatus. I found out by trial and error (mostly error) that I can’t consistently update two longfics while also consistently working on a novel. I’m going to finish this and Imbalance, but after that, I’m planning to take a step back from fic to focus more on my original fiction. I hope you’ll check out @katesummervsthemultiverse  if you’re interested in what I’ve been getting up to!

I’m also on AO3 as MaryPSue!

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The first thing that caught the eye, entering Gravity Falls, were the cliffs.

It had been true in 2012 and it was true now, a little over a thousand years later. The valley in which the town nestled sloped gently downwards, only to abruptly terminate in a towering wall of rock. The cliffs loomed over the valley like enormous sentinels, keeping watch over everything that lay before them. One of the huge outcroppings of bare stone that hung over the valley had lost its top, a chunk of rock almost the size of the town itself sliding off and crashing into the base of the opposite cliff, but the distinctive UFO shape could still be made out, if you knew what you were looking for.

Gravity Falls had changed too much, and not at all. 

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Despite being a demon who can do what ever he darn well pleases Dipper still has no ability to grow facial hair.

He totally could if he wanted to, and he maintains this as a stance.

He tells absolutely no one of the time when he and Mable were, technically, around the age of sixteen or so and he deliberately altered his human-ish appearance to include what he thought would be a manly sort of lumberjack scruff (it was the cool thing at the time, at his age, in Gravity Falls, okay?) and it just set Mable off in shrieking laughter for half an hour over breakfast, incited an entire day of Stan commentary, and caused Ford to ask, in sincere but misplaced curiosity, if patchy facial bristles worked as a kind of intimidation tactic among demons, like the morphic mouth feelers on certain species of semi-supernatural fish.

(To those who knew or otherwise found out about this event, he maintains, rather, that it’d turned out to be way too itchy and totally not worth the trouble, and besides which the clean-shaven look tends to be considered professional and sleek in more cultures and situations than not.)