Twenty six. That was how many apocalypses the Earth had been through. Alcor was finding it hard to care about this latest one, but something different would happen to a Mizar down in that destruction. Something he’d never seen before.
Old Pale Soul – Chapter 4 – ToothPasteCanyon (DannyFenton123) – Gravity Falls [Archive of Our Own]
The Pines twins as Pokémon at Gravity Falls Lake with their future selves behind them
Temp Job
422 days post Transcendence
Mabel decides Dipper could use a little help with his summonings, and decides to go in his place as his temp. But she gets in a lot deeper than she expected, and discovers some new information along the way.
What is Dark Within Me, Illumine – Chapter 6 – aba_daba_do – Gravity Falls [Archive of Our Own]
Romantic Spring Pastel Rainbow Wedding Gowns: Marchesa, Nicole, Joyful Eli, TIGLILY
Another mystery: how is it that rock- you know, rock– became imbued to the molecular level with glitter
Even better, Mabel swears that she didn’t… and she’s telling the truth
A/N: Hammered out in about an hour or two after Zoey opened their mouth and this came out.
Basically, Bentley gets stuck on homework, and Dipper and Torako take it upon themselves to…help.
Bentley stared at his blank sheet of
paper, pencil limp in his hand, then back up at Torako and Dipper’s expectant
gazes. “I have no idea what my furry would be. Can we stop. I need to write my
final paper, half my grade depends on it.”Torako groaned and flopped back,
splayed across the ground of the living room floor. She did not, Bentley
noticed, show her own sketchbook. “This is why
we’re figuring out furries! You’re supposed to take a break and have fun,
goddammit.”“My paper,” Bentley said.
“You’ve been staring at your reader
for about three hours,” Torako said, “And we’ve been seeing you decline on the
essay-writing front for about a week now. Hence the furries.”“I don’t know furries,” Bentley
said. He lived a very deliberate lifestyle of trying to be ignorant of Torako
and Dipper’s furry-related shenanigans. So far, ignorance really was bliss.“We can always figure out what your
furry is together,” Dipper said. Bentley raised his eyebrows at Dipper, who was
uncharacteristically wearing a lime-green…suit? Bentley didn’t know how to
classify it. He did know that he didn’t
like the gleam in Dipper’s eyes, or the way his smile edged a little too far at
the corners. It was his sneaky smile.“No,” Bentley said, flat.
Dipper and Torako moaned in unison.
Bentley glanced at the time display on the opposite wall—after eleven, he
really needed to write that paper—and made a decision. It was probably a
decision he would come to regret, but he needed to stop relaxing and get
working, and the faster he got this over with the faster he could get his paper
done the faster he could lie in bed and think about how much his teacher would
hate it. Bentley also knew, from experience, that Torako and Dipper were
tenacious little shits who would keep distracting him in the name of relaxation
until he gave in. There was no avoiding his fateBentley huffed and ruffled his hair.
“Fine,” he said. “Just—show me yours, I guess. For reference. You first,
Torako.” It would be better to get the more chaotic of the two over and done
with, he thought. For his own sake.Torako sat up in a feat only
possible through the power of her impressively toned abdominal muscles. She was
beaming. Dipper pouted on the couch next to Bentley, but didn’t say anything.
Instead, he clutched his datapad closer, having insisted on ‘newfangled
technology’ instead of paper.“I love you,” Torako said. She
lowered her eyelashes and grinned a grin that made Bentley tense in
preparation. “Are you ready to see it?”He took a deep breath, tried—then
failed—to relax, and nodded. “Go for it.”
Two people walk into the hospital.
(there is something to be said about being induced and not having to live out fifty ‘woman in labor’ cliches is one of them).
The woman has her hair done in a million tiny braids and is wearing a sweater emblazoned with a massive explosion and the words “READY TO POP!”. She’s not walking so much as she is waddling with purpose, and looks, for lack of a better term, like a big grape stuck through a toothpick. Her face is painted- literally- in red glitter paint.
(“It’s my battle face!”)
The man next to her is somehow even more noticeable. A few months ago, that wouldn’t have been the case; usually it was the laugh beat of ‘tall guy short girl’ before looking back at Mabel.
Even now there was no real reason to stare at the man, not when the woman next to him had started letting out Xena yells. Yes he was rather tall, and crowned with an impressive mass of curly red hair. But he is dressed rather plain in comparison to his wife- black jeans, a long black collared shirt, with black boots and belt. Nothing out of the ordinary, no reason for people to conspicuously get as far out of the way from the couple as humanly possible, and yet-
(a weight on the air, like a great and terrible storm is rolling in, and eyes in a blue that is not usually human standard, and above all, the force of will that keeps everything in check…)
They check in, Stan and Dipper following behind them carrying bags of fast food- even though both Mabel and Henry had explained that this was only going to be three or four hours as opposed to nine or twelve.
Dipper has brought his Switcheroo, his laptop, and four books. Stan has a pack of cards.
Henry looks at Mabel, who shrugs. Three hours is a long time after all.
(it’s not, really)
Alright folx, after this direct all HNGVBTHD au questions to me at @seiya234 and keep an eye peeled in the main tag for other tales of demon!henry
｡.｡:+♡*♥It’s the wedding event of the century!☆
Mabel knows that Dipper will come to her no matter what she says and shamelessly takes advantage of it.
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