Tag: im not crying youre crying

Dadcor thing

So someone does the thing where they get a kid to summon for the adult because “Alcor likes kids, right?” and Alcor arrives in his usual theatrics of smoke and fire, but he stops abruptly upon seeing his summoner, and he’s not thrown off just because it’s a kid. The child is small, weak, has blond hair and blue eyes, and there’s a bruise around his eye that’s covered in makeup to try and hide it…

His soul is not someone Dipper has ever met before, it’s not a reincarnation of anyone he knows. And rationally he knows this, but this is a kid who looks exactly like Toby and it’s only been a short time or maybe a few years, but Dipper was only just starting to get over his death, and he can’t help but see his son this was how he looked when Dipper first found him and–

The father is responsible for this, is the reason the child is summoning him, is the reason for the bruises…

Dipper is a demon and he’s a better father than this kid’s dad. "I would never hurt my son like this, how could you?“

The boy’s father doesn’t last very long.

Alcor takes the kid somewhere safe, of course he does, what else would he do? But still it’s too soon and Toby’s death is still a fresh wound and that night he holds Maddie close because he knows, he knows that if Maddie hadn’t been abandoned, if she had been kept by her cruel birth parents, she would have ended up just like that boy. Hurt and spiritless and alone in the end anyway…

Not his children, never his children.

When things calm down, a day a month a year later, Maddie finds an internet forum about Alcor’s Son–it’s not Gliese transformed, it’s not Mizar reincarnated, it’s not some form of the Woodsman reborn… but when once thought Alcor only had daughters, now there’s a son and they say Alcor is protective of him… and Maddie shows Dipper, because even if he didn’t mean to, his love for Toby is now immortalized just as the others are, and Toby has now become a figure in Alcor’s legends. While he’s a little happy at that, it still hurts, and Dipper doesn’t to hide it because he knows and Maddie knows it hurts because Toby mattered to him. So let the world know that and let him live forever in those legends–because Toby was his son, and he died too soon.

so like going with the whole sad-dipper-mabel-grave what if dipper always hated his voice but mabel loved it when they sang together so on her birthday instead of playing the violin he sings happy birthday to her, sometimes all those songs she wanted love patrol alpha to sing but he refused bc he thought it was embarrassing, but he should’ve when he had the chance, and it’s like what am i doing i’m crying

ok so weve got

  • character singing things while sad
  • reason for aforementioned singing is another character’s death
  • the ‘never got a chance to do x with said character’ thing

verdict: t̼ͅo̯̖̟̘̹̜̣ ̣̮͘t̀h̛̝͍̟͓̘e͔ ͏̼̳̟̹̥co͓r̠̝̺̙n̬̞̹̤e̢͙͎̪͓̯̪r͘ w͙̺̝̼͍͇̥i͇̫͕̹̦̻t̳̱h̯͍̯ ̡̗͙̦̝̖͎͕y̷o̵u̢̝͚̫̼̣ͅ

We’ll be alright

serenephenix:

So my best friend got me into Gravity Falls and I fell in love with this show! The characters are surprisingly genuine and adorable and the feels wheel keeps turning and turning.

And then I stumbled across this amazing AU and I had to write this.
I’m actually such a piece of tr*** for having written this but I don’t care.

Enjoy!

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We’ll be alright

[Fandom]: Gravity Falls

[AU]: Transcendence AU

[Rating]: K

[Genre]: Hurt, Comfort, Family, Drama

[Pairing]: no pairings

[Word count]: 765

[Warning]: death

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They were alone in the dark room, so bare and unwelcoming and Dipper couldn’t help but think that she deserved more than lying in this bed with nothing brightening up the last place she would be in but her very presence.

It was so alien, the lack of color, not only inside the room but on his sister’s face too. Silently he hovered by her side, her aged and wrinkled face calm and relaxed, amusement twinkling in her eyes as she looked up at him.

“What’s with you making that pug-face, bro-bro?”, she joked, voice weak but full of merriment.

He shook his head vigorously. He had not cried in years, decades even but right now he was at a point where nothing could stop the tears anymore, silently trailing down his face.

“Not now, Mabel.”, he pressed out between his sharp teeth. It hurt so much. Screw the pain. This was not hilarious in the least, it was choking, destroying, breaking him apart.

Her gaze was understanding but still unwavering, not a shred of regret, doubt sadness or fear to be found.

“It’s now or never.” To her it was simple logic. No questions asked.

He just stared at her and couldn’t understand.

“I’m scared Mabel.”, he whispered as without his bidding he shrunk, his aura dimming and black golden eyes losing some of their unearthly glow.

“Of what?”, she said and Dipper felt the scream rise up in his throat but it never left his mouth.

“Please, don’t leave me.”, he whispered, felling more lost than ever even with all the knowledge of the universe at his disposal.

And for the first time since she had come to the hospital, since having received visits from family and friends alike, her face gained a wistful expression.

“You’re not gonna be alone, dumb-dumb. There’s still Henry and the triplets, the kids, Wendy and Soos …”, she counted on her fingers as she named every person they had ever come to cherish but he interrupted her.

“They’re not you.”

She was stunned into stupefied silence but surprisingly or maybe unsurprisingly a huge grin split her face.

“Of course they’re not – no one can be as awesome as me.”

He chuckled weakly but the tears still flowed.

“Also, I’ll never be really gone. You’ve got my soul remember?”

The little bit of good feeling that they had struggled to scrap together immediately evaporated.

“That’s not the same.”, he hissed. He didn’t want to remember, did not want to be reminded. It was no comfort.

For a while she studied him before patting the empty spot on the bed. Reluctantly, he sat down, slumping.

“Dipper,”, she said in all seriousness, making him turn his head towards her, “if you really want me to be by your side again, you could always start a cycle of rebirth.”

He shot up the air, his aura returning, flaming in a menacing blue.

“Mabel are you crazy!”, he was screaming, raging, his voice echoing and booming across the room. What she was suggesting was horrible. “That’s the worst I could do to you! Do you even know what that means!”
Of course she wouldn’t. She was not an omniscient demon. Human souls were fragile, not meant to be pushed into a body and being ripped out of it again and again endlessly.

“You could cease to exist, be trapped in nothingness or become so thwarted and twisted it won’t be you anymore! Demons use rebirth to punish people!”

He was shaking so hard he’d stopped to cry.

But his sister, calm in the face of the greatest demon’s wrath, simply stared at him as though he was making stupid suggestions.

“I don’t consider staying with my favorite brother a punishment.”

The answer was so genuine, so sweet, so truly an utterly Mabel that Dipper couldn’t else but laugh out loud despite everything inside him screaming ‘hurt’.

“You really are something.”, he choked. He wanted to lie down on the floor and never get up again but like always, Mabel gave out hope so freely and easily that he couldn’t help but feel that maybe this could work.

She grinned, stretching out her hand: “Deal.”

And Dipper looked at her, still upset, still hurting, still afraid but full of confidence that it would eventually work out. Because this was Mabel, his sister that could move mountains and cheer you up no matter what. The girl with a will of steel.

His hand grabbed onto hers, small and free of flames.

“Deal.”