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.”
Tag: ford
coping methods… or lack thereof
Drift AU part 3.
okay so, I know that when I started writing this I said that it was going to be a series of oneshots, but I´ve realized now that writing it as a continous story would work much better, so from now on that´s what I´m doing, just a heads up. You can find the other parts to this story on my AO3 or on my blog tagged as drift!au
Also, major trigger warning for a somewhat grapic suicide attempt in Dipper´s part. So skip that if that stuff bothers you.
on AO3
Psychic Singularity
Ford lay where he’d landed, flat on his back staring up at the mottle blue/orange/grey sky.
This was all his fault.
It
was hard to accept, after all this time. He’d managed to make his peace
with the fact that it was his creation of the portal that had caused
the Transcendence in the end, even if Stanley had been the one to bring
it back to working order. He’d been angry at Stan for that, but in the
end, well, he’d built it. He’d hidden the warnings and underestimated
what Stanley would do for family. The responsibility was his.And so was his great nephew’s condition.
Oh, Dipper and Mabel tried to convince him otherwise, but he
knew better. And he knew his great nephew was still scared of him
sometimes.And that was his own fault, too.
Something Borrowed, Something Blues 5 / ?
Part One / Part Two / Part Three / Part Four / Part Five / Part Six / ?
I’m also on AO3 as MaryPSue!
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When Ian woke up, the other side of the bed was empty.
The covers were all rumpled and pushed down to the foot of the bed, the blue light on the coffeemaker was on, and the window was forced wider than it had been last night, wide enough to blow the curtains out into the room like a couple of very ugly snot-green-damask ghosts. Somehow, it was still unbearably hot in the room.
Ian patted the mattress beside him, but it was only about as warm as the rest of the room. He couldn’t tell how long Mira must have been up before he was.
AU where the Transcendence still happened, but Dipper actually died. Mabel imagines that he’s still there. But, because Dipper absorbed Bill’s demonic energy he’s in a limbo even more limbo-y than the mindscape. And he’s trying to get out. Then, in her teen years,Mabel manages to pull him out, but it like ‘scrapes’ off some of his power. So now, a sentient, non-sapient demonic power entity thing belongs to all Mizars, since she released it. It can temporarily power any one up like the Woodsman..
are you ready for one million screenshots?
Something Borrowed, Something Blues 4 / ?
Part One / Part Two / Part Three / Part Four / ?
I’m also on AO3 as MaryPSue!
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“This is gonna cost you more than just one bag of candy-coated chocolate-covered peanuts, you know.”
“Mmhm,” Mira agreed, barely listening. She’d lived in the Pacific Northwest her whole life, only a few hundred miles from the place where she was standing. Heck, she remembered family vacations in the Redwood National Forest, in the eerie underwater hush of a forest as old as the world. But somehow, nothing had prepared her for Gravity Falls.
I am slowly indoctrinating @ancientouroboros in the TAU fandom (one of us! one of us!) and this headcanon came out of it:
– when the Library is just starting out, Stan writes a bunch of ‘ancient magickal texts’ because the real thing are either hard to get one’s hands on, prohibitively expensive, or don’t exist. Also, the one thing he’s really good at is faking supernatural baloney, and he has to keep his hand in when the Mystery Shack goes under.
– (Soos usually gets them off the shelves before scholars and researchers find them. Usually.)
– But it doesn’t matter if Soos misses one or two, because everything Stan makes up and writes down about magic is true. Even the most ridiculous bullshit, like ‘duck feathers are really good for increasing your ability to solve mysteries’. It’s like a curse. Stan hates it, and hates even more that people have started looking at him as an expert on magic in the post-Transcendence world.
– (Well, okay, so that part means he gets to lord it over Ford a bit, so maybe he doesn’t hate that part all that much.)
– As it turns out (when Ford sits down and studies the phenomenon to try to figure out just how his brother manages to be right about every single thing that he makes up off the top of his head, when Ford himself has been researching post-Transcendence anomalies for years and still hasn’t even published a single article, Stanley –), Stan isn’t describing things that are already true, he is actually writing new magic into existence.
– This is happening because he is ¼ secret witch on his mother’s side, and standing right next to a Demon Magic Explosion only made it worse.
– Now Stan has to be very, very careful what he promises customers
– and he hates it
– so much.
Psychic Singularity Ch 03
The town of Gravity Falls was torn when Mabel finished her story of what had happened so far that day.
There was sympathy that Dipper was suffering, but there was anger,
too, that he was dragging them into it, even if he was apparently
unwilling and unconscious of doing it.And beneath the anger, ran worry, for themselves and for Dipper, that only made everyone more anxious, angrier and more afraid.
They were arguing amongst each other about what to do and what was
going on as soon as Mabel had finished, getting louder by the minute and
ignoring the Pines.One of the Flock butted against Mabel’s side, and she stumbled into her daughter’s side with an ‘oomph’.
Most of the Flock (and there were a lot of them now, more than Bill
had ever had, and it was looking like he was going to have more than any
demon before, according to a mostly proud, slightly worried Dipper)
were moving to line the walls and cluster around the weakest points of
the building, while a smaller cluster stood nearby and watched the Pines
family (and adopted family) with worrying intensity.
Psychic Singularity Ch 02
Mabel was the first to struggle to her feet, as her husband and
grunkles were still tangled up with each other on the floor, slowly
fighting their way free as she scrambled up.She could hear the kids downstairs, Willow and Hank and Vivi crowding
around the bottom of the stairs and calling. Counting on having a
minute before they came upstairs, she tried to feel out for Dipper. The
bond from her to him was weaker than him to her, but usually she could
feel him, and pull on it to get him to come home.She felt out and…nothing. She couldn’t feel anything from her
brother, at all, not the faintest hint of where he was or what he was
feeling, and that never happened, not unless…Hoping he was just shielding from her, she started downstairs,
brushing past her Grunkles, who were now on their feet and glaring at
each other, though thankfully not fighting yet.Usually she’d try and do something about that, but Henry gave her a
sigh and a nod as she looked at him, letting her know he’d take over
this time. She gave a half smile and hurried downstairs, knowing if she
stayed upstairs she’d get distracted trying to help.“Your uncle’s having a freak out, your great-great-uncle threw holy
water at him and he disappeared, normal day in the Pines house,” she
called to her kids as she hurried past them into the kitchen.
You know what? I’m going to be selfish and ask for Ford + triplets bonding!
It was funny. Henry didn’t have a problem calling Stan Stan. Stan was… well. Stan.
Stan’s brother on the other hand…
“Mr. Pines-”
“Please, we are family Henry, call me Ford,” the other man said, like he did every time he came to visit.
“Er, yes, Ford. Look, I appreciate what you’re doing here. And it is important for the kids to learn how to defend themselves-”
Ford nodded. If there was one thing he had learned in his lifetime, it was that the world was a dangerous place.
(also a strange and wondrous one, but that didn’t mean you should disregard self-defense!)
Henry sighed. “But seeing that they’re only seven, maybe lets stick with the basics first before giving them-” Henry couldn’t believe he was about to say this. Or that he had to.
“Weird laser gun shock things you got from a buried spaceship.”
Ford frowned.
“Actually, I just adapted some technology that I found in the crash site as opposed to-”
Henry continued to distract Ford, while Mabel quietly took the guns (and thank fuck the kids didn’t actually see them or else they would never be able to hide them) to the shed.
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