Mabel and Henry are just the cutest I had to draw them ^-^
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Something Borrowed, Something Blues 1 / ?
Part One / Part Two / ?
New year, new WIP! I figured I’d start the year off right with the…uh, long-awaited? sequel to Reincarnation Blues! Special thanks to @seiya234 for helping me plot and outline this baby.
Yes, it starts with a scene you may have already…seen. Bear with me. We’re going places.
I’m also on AO3 as MaryPSue!
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“So. Season two. Any ideas about how to start it off with a
bang?”There was a general shuffling of papers and buzz around the
writers’ room table. Zelda, unsurprisingly, was the first to speak. “Well, the
viewers are still losing it over Bael. I thought -”“Just a moment,” Ian interrupted. “Do you guys think we can
hold off on having Bael show up again until the finale?”Around the table, the team exchanged looks.
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.
After resetting the universe, does Post!God Alcor still own Mabel’s soul?
Nope! Once a demon dies, any retained soul ownerships are, so to speak, cut loose. Not many demons die with the deeds on hand, of course. The majority tend to eat the souls they gain right away.
It started with a bag of potato chips.
Namely, a bag of artisanal potato chips Mom had gotten for
them (for Mabel) (for them) at the farmer’s market that week. They were pickle
flavored, made their entire room reek of dill, and came in a handmade paper
bag. Before the Transcendence (before he had died) (no) Dipper usually let
Mabel have the potato chips in favor of the soft pretzels Mom bought at the
market for him and Dad.But Mom had forgotten the pretzels (forgotten that he was
still there) (no, just forgot that he could still eat), leaving only the potato
chips.No one had summoned him all day and he and Mabel had quickly
realized that it was…. best that he not follow her to school. He could have
gone to the Mindscape, could have danced in the dreams of a thousand sleepers,
gone from Pisa to New Delhi to Nome just because-The chips haunted him. As soon as he realized he couldn’t
have them he wanted them more than anything else on the planet. It was
dumb-part of Dipper knew this-to obsess over freaking potato chips. Perhaps it
was his new nature, his new form of being. To want, to hunger, endlessly.Also to his now far superior senses, they smelt impossibly
good.He looked at the clock (you don’t need to).
3:08 (20 seconds, 14 milliseconds, the feel of the earth
slowly turning on its axis, the whirl of a body in motion around the sun-) PM.
Mabel would be home soon and then she could give him some chips and he could
put this whole stupid day behind him.
I’m hoping this reaches you. Have a template to make a boxy figurine of Mabel. Remember that you’re never alone, as the memory of your loved ones will live on through you and stories of them. (I used something by http://tentaclecuddles.deviantart.com/ as a base.)
Prompt: Twin Souls gets a fanfiction that becomes really popular. Dipper ends up wiping it from history because the fanfiction is an AU where Mizar dies and Alcor ends up getting with a character who is heavily based off of a r!Bill. (Bonus points if it’s Ian. Bonus BONUS points if this is during Ian’s lifetime and he’s laughing but is secretly traumatized.)
triple bonus if Mira commissions a dank body pillow of Ian’s stand in to save for April Fools day
HC that Mabel’s wedding dress is not just one dress, but a compilation of every dress that she saw and loved, every dress she sketched, every fabric she tried to work with. It shifts throughout the night- one moment a rainbow dress that was 3 layers thick, the next being a garden folded onto fabric. It is so very her, and it is perfect, and in all of Alcor’s lifetime, he never makes something like it again, not even as he grasps for the scraps of Mabel that were lost when she died so long ago.
Inspired by this hc.
“I hate this. I hate this I hate this
IhatethisIhatethis.”Mabel was staring at the mirror in the
school bathroom, leaning on the sink.They were alone there. She had run out in
the middle of class, after one too many comments, one too many sympathetic looks.Dipper hardly remembered what had been
said. That was irrelevant.Mabel squeezed her eyes shut and kept the
words going, flowing together into a single meaningless stream. Her emotions
stood out to his eyes like wounds in the air. Painful flashes of panic growing
rapidly, small bubbles of pitch, blue-sharp hurt rising and bursting with nasty
pops, all accenting a thickening haze of muddled anger and sadness and pain.Just a few months into high school. It was
not supposed to be like this.
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