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One evening, all around France leaflets were found talking about a once in a life time opportunity to see the Nightmare Orchestra. everyone thought the name was a bad joke, but people went anyway. turns out it wasn’t a joke, all of the performers were sheep with the most bizarre and eclectic assortment of instruments ever to grace the hall. but what people talked about most was the conductor, and her inexplicable rainbow tuxedo made entirely out of sequins. Thanks for lending me the flock brobro

A little something a couple of us were talking about led me to this beauty of a HC: Sometime after the Transcendence, Pitt-Cola released a new product; Pitt-Cola Salsa. All the taste of salsa with the taste of Pitt-Cola. Pitt included! Dipcor and Mabel go bananas for it and Henry has to be the responsible one and not only demon proof the stuff they have at home, but Mabel proof it too. He has his work cut out for him, poor guy.

Henry also does not understand the appeal because soda flavored salsa sounds like the most disgusting thing ever.

Something Borrowed, Something Blues 4 / ?

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Part One / Part Two / Part Three / Part Four / ?

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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.

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HC: Alcor can give a Mizar almost anything without a deal because he already owns her soul, which is the highest price you can pay for anything. (She’s kind of constantly paying)

Not quite how that one works, unfortunately. The soul was a single-transaction payment, and now the title and deed (so to speak) are in Alcor’s name. Since he already owns this thing – no matter how precious it is – it can’t be used to pay him for other things in the future.

As the centuries pass, Alcor comes to manage ‘discounts’ and even the occasional very small ‘freebie’ at will for Mizars (and other reincarnations and close friends he makes along the way) not because of soul ownership or massive past deals, but because of the growth of his power. If something takes him less relative effort to achieve, he can afford to go cheaper on it.

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Mabel woke up to the sun streaking in through the window, and her husband long gone, his side of the bed cold and rumpled. 

Her face screwed up into a frown. Gosh darnit. She had asked everyone over and over and over again that she didn’t need to be coddled! That included stealing her alarm clock to make her sleep in. Stan needed her help in the Library and-

Oh. Speaking of, there was a note with his writing on her bedstand. Thankfully she was on the right side of the bed to face it- turning over was becoming more and more of a problem this past month. 

“You’re due next week. Sleep while you can kiddo.”

Mabel should probably be more upset… but the bed was warm, heated as it was by the fall sun. 

Her stomach, which had escaped the covers, lay exposed to the beams of light coming in through the window. Of their own volition, her hands fell to tracing the skin of her belly. 

There were stretch marks- oh so many, and it felt like there was a new one every day. Mabel liked her stretch marks- or as she called them, tiger stripes. Here was the big mole that once spent four hours explaining to Dipper wasn’t actually skin cancer, promise. Her belly button had gone from an innie to an outie- that was one change she was a little worried would be permanent. Outies were weird looking, but not the weird she liked. And then there-

Her hand paused.

A large, ropy scar. It had been an inch thick and stretched entirely from rib to rib before she was pregnant, and it had only grown as her stomach did. It was as rough and angry bright red as the day she had gained it. Dipper had fretted at that, offered to get rid of her scar entirely, but Mabel had refused.

She liked that it was gnarly and bright.

She wanted to remember what had happened. No, she wanted to remember that she had survived. 

That though she should have died, she continued to live. 

Under her hand,a tiny fist, a little foot pressed against her belly, making the skin bulge and pop up slightly, reminders of the new life within.