Readerdreamer5625 on chapter 34 – Haha! I’d like to see a
chapter about Richard signing up a small contract with Dipper to
attempt and destroy Twin Souls once and for all… and then they find
out, apparently when demonic things happen around the actor playing as
the aforementioned demon, people start to think that said demon actually
agrees and supports the movie.
The filming had been going…okay, ever since Alcor had agreed to stop messing with it so they could just finish the damn thing.
The
bi-weekly drink and bitch fests with Alcor (Richard had needed to cut
them back, as that amount of drinking once a week was just a bit much
for him and his liver at this point) helped more than Richard liked to
admit.At least someone felt the same way he did about these movies.
Richard
didn’t remember exactly when, but during one of those drink and bitch
sessions, he and Alcor began to lament the existence of the series as a
whole, and of the fandom in general.The rants they both
went on tended to end up on familiar lines when they got to that point,
comparing the fans who wanted to be ravished by the Dreambender to the
fans of the movie that continuously bothered Richard.That seemed like a very bad idea to Richard on a multitude of levels.
Tag: pacifica
Get You Under Your Skin
@Paintmosi : I’d love to see more one shots of alcor + maeve/soirese and the kids. 🙂
Note: Maeve = R!Mabel, Saoirse = R!Pacifica, pronunciation for
Saoirse is found here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=znCXvlhYV-Y;A series of vignettes for the “Horror Movie Bound to Get You In” twins and their friends. (I was having trouble coming up with ideas…)
It took a while, after the whole ‘we nearly had to see Mr. Tyrone be burned alive by a crazy cult but it turns out he’s Alcor the Dreambender and he was the whole time’ incident, for what had happened to really sink in.
Everyone who’d been there had accepted it at the time, but they were also in a bit of shock and had just been accepting everything as it happened.
At least Mr. Tyrone…or did he want to be called Alcor now, in private? He still answered to ‘Mr. Tyrone’ and ‘Mr. Spruce’ in public so…at least they knew he wasn’t going to hurt them. He was going to protect them, no matter what.
But it was still a bit of an adjustment.
Some, like Gabriela, mostly seemed to take it in stride. There had always been something a little off about Mr. Tyrone, and a bit of research said that while Alcor was unpredictable, he had never voluntarily harmed a child.
Some…to be precise, Aaron…weren’t satisfied with the explanation of ‘Mr. Tyrone is Alcor’ and wanted to know more, to know things that weren’t online (or were blocked by parental locks until they were older).
If Dipper had thought Aaron was persistent before, it was nothing compared to now.
Aaron was a smart kid, so he didn’t ask any of the Spruce family questions in public or where they might be overheard…but he had a lot of questions, and sometimes he would simply follow Dipper around the Spruce house, peppering the demon with question after question.
“Why’re you connected to Mizar?” “Where do demons live? When they aren’t like you and can live in the real world, I mean.” “What about familiars? Do all demons have them?” “Why are you pretending to be human? Did you do this before? Do you do it a lot?” “Why do you always ask for candy instead of blood? Not that I want to change that, I just, you know. Demons, blood.”
Dipper wasn’t sure how Aaron explained his sudden increase of candy purchases to his parents. But he wouldn’t, couldn’t, answer all of Aaron’s questions without some kind of compensation.
And there were some he couldn’t answer yet, and wouldn’t answer without a much more substantial bribe.
Horror Movie Bound To Get You In
This is what happens when I watch too many horror movies. Another long one this week.
Note: Maeve = R!Mabel, Saoirse = R!Pacifica, pronunciation for Saoirse is found here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=znCXvlhYV-Y;
(Also, a reminder, I’m still accepting OC prompts until the end of the year, to celebrate the holidays.)
Mr. Tyrone lived in the big house at the end of town, by the woods, himself and his two children.
The house had been rumored to be haunted, and no one had lived there for years, but that didn’t seem to bother Mr. Tyrone.
Whenever someone would ask about it, he would just smile, the smile he gave whenever anyone asked about his past, secretive as if enjoying a joke only he knew, and ignore the question.
For all that he and his kids and his house were a bit strange, though, and Mr. Tyrone seemed to have problems with social interaction, their house was popular with the neighborhood kids.
As for the Spruce kids, well, Maeve and Saoirse were bright, outgoing twins, and their father obviously loved them, and they got along well with the other kids that flocked to their house as much for their company as for the other benefits it held.
Like the adult who would actually listen, or the apparently never ending supply of candy and baked goods.
Or the spare room for when things got too intense at home and they just needed a break, someplace quiet to hang out for a little while.
Phew! Finished the commission for @chiropter36! They requested older Dipper, Mabel, Paz and Henry Corduroy/Pines just hangin’ out and having fun, so off they go on a hike.
And yes Pacifica decided to wear white pants in the woods. That’s how she rolls.
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Girls karaoke night – plus dipper
(That’s Pacifica’s funky room, decorated mostly by Mabel)
Don Pines Out and About
Feneris on Chapter 30 of ToaD, AO3 ver:
I can just see Hank and Vivi going to a fancy restaurant for a night out together, and being addressed as Don Pines, and getting the top notch service. Top shelf wine, a team of servers waiting on them hand and foot, a private booth, the works. Much to Hank’s exasperated embarrassment and Vivi’s amusement.AKA look, once in awhile I do fill requests! XD
Normally, Hank was just as happy going down to the little diner on the corner for food when he and Vivi were too tired to cook as he was going someplace nicer. Happier, sometimes.
It reminded him a little of Greasy’s, back in Gravity Falls – mostly in the fact that it was small, and welcoming, and hosted everyone regardless of shape or species (so long as the space could handle it, though the owner had made noises about expansions if he could save up the cash so he could host a larger variety).
The fact remained that most of the time, Hank and Vivi both enjoyed and often preferred the quick and easy food they got there when they did go out to eat.
But tonight was special, and they both wanted to do something a little fancier than normal.
So they were off to The White Diamond, the fanciest new restaurant in Portland – and one of the few that was both fine dining and accepted clients of all shapes and sizes.
As if they’d visit an establishment that didn’t. Maybe Hank was spoiled from living in Gravity Falls, but he wasn’t willing to put up with pro-nat crap even indirectly.
And, well, after visiting Gravity Falls, and forming the Dinner Crew, any patience Vivi might have had was gone too.
Hank had been busy with a sudden influx of freelance work, so he’d asked Lucy Ann if she minded making the reservations. The way he was going, he was forgetting to eat if food wasn’t left within arm’s reach, so it wasn’t as if he was avoiding it, he just didn’t want to forget.
In retrospect, asking Lucy Ann was probably his first mistake.
Meeting A Star
Close friends and family see Dipper’s object form for the first time.
Mabel
Mabel stared at her brother, blinking slowly. He blinked back with a single eye, tiny little pipe cleaner arms shifting restlessly.
This was new.
Part of Mabel was screaming, huddling down inside her sweater, memories of a a triangle and her brother’s screams echoing inside her head.
The rest was seeing through her brother’s bravado, his attempt at pretending everything was okay, as if he wasn’t upset about this development.
“…you think this is permanent?” she asked after a few minutes had passed, needing to say something but this time worried about saying something that would send both of them spiraling out of control and knowing she had to be the adult in this situation despite their parents being just downstairs because they wouldn’t be any help right now and that wasn’t fair to her but it was the truth.
The joking could come later, to make them both feel better.
“No, I’m just too tired to stay human shaped,” her brother answered, thankfully, both of them relieved by his answer. “I think how I usually look is my default form now, and this is sort of…a power saving mode? I’m still working on the details.”
Mabel nodded as Dipper spoke, doing her best to hide how freaked she’d been. He could see her moods now, faintly, so he had to know, but it didn’t mean she had to be obvious about it. Now that she was calming down, though…well…her brother was pretty cute as a star.
But he was also still pretty obviously upset about this. Well, that couldn’t stand! It was time to unleash the Power of Mabel!
“Wait here, broseph,” she said, gesturing with both hands outspread. “Just hang out in here and wait.”
Impatiently, and more than a little nervously, Dipper waited. He knew Mabel loved and accepted him, but…what ifs kept playing through his mind, and he began to float back and forth across the room, the closest he could come to pacing while like this.
This was going to be a long wait.
Hello! I love this AU! Just wanted to ask what is this thing going on with Pacifica and Dipper? I get that Demons don’t love, and that Dipper is just comfortable with Pacifica, plus the fact that they play a prank war on each other. But what is this Northwest curse mentioned in Belle’s ark? Does Pacifica ever admit having a crush on Dipper after her ex died?
Pacifica and Dipper are… complicated. Not in a bad way though!
Pacifica ended up getting a bit of a crush on Dipper since before the Transcendence, and it grew well into their teen years. Dipper was largely unaware until they get into their twenties (how he found out was thanks to Pacifica getting inebriated and, well. Chatty.).
The reason Pacifica was hesitant to say anything was due to her being subconsciously aware of Dipper’s lack of interest. She didn’t want to put him in an awkward place, and she personally found her crush to be as embarrassing as it was irrational (what with him being a sort-of-rival and also a demon).
But long story short, she spills the beans after a few too many drinks, and Dipper finds out. They tiptoe around each other for a while after that, but eventually have a heart-to-heart where they come to a mutual understanding. Pacifica still harbors a crush on him since she can’t just ignore her feelings away, but Dipper isn’t uncomfortable with that.
So they end up staying good friends, with a bit of unrequited love on Paz’s part that they’re both aware of. Dipper is actually very okay with doing things like friend-dates that Pacifica can indulge in on a quasi-romantic way. They’re both very open with each others’ limitations and desires, and actually get comfortable enough with their odd sort of circumstance to joke about it.
Cray
Be careful what you say-say, or people will think you’re cray-cray. Too bad Dipper doesn’t have a choice.
“you can’t be here now.”
a lighter mood since the last one was a bit grim
Pacifica was sitting
on her bed flipping through a magazine, when she heard something. She
looked around, trying find the source of the noise, and a small black
shape caught her attention. She squeaked, straightening up to get a
better look. A black cat leaped up on her bed, and she tensed. The cat
meowed, but there was something off about the sound.“What,” Pacifica
murmured. She took a closer look at the animal now sitting on her
bed. It’s eyes were burning yellow, and a small gold star hung from
its collar. “Dipper!?” She hissed.“Hi,” The cat
said. It smiled, revealing a set of razor sharp teeth. Pacifica
sputtered, losing all pretense of holding her high class persona.
“Long time no see, beautiful.”“I- What?”
Pacifica said, blush rising to her cheeks. Dipper kneaded her
bedspread with his paws, and Pacifica remembered her parents
downstairs. They were waiting for her to come to dinner. “You can’t
be here now. Also, I thought you didn’t like cats?”“I don’t,” Dipper
said, hopping up into Pacifica’s lap. “But this form is,
unfortunately, easier to keep corporeal.” There was a pause, and
Pacifca’s hand instinctively found its way to Dippers head. He leaned
into it, enjoying the feeling of being pet. “Mabel heard you were
visiting your parents, and asked me to come steal you. Want to ditch,
and come party.”“Enticing offer,”
Pacifica replied. She thought about it a moment. “But no. My
parents seem to be actually trying to make things better between us.
I’m giving them a chance.”“I suppose that’s
fair,” Dipper replied. “I could stick around in case things go
wrong.”“No, that’d be
unfair to them,” Pacifica laughed, picking up Dipper and turning
him to face her. “But if things do start going south, the shack
will be my first stop. Sound good?”“Is that a deal?”
Dipper asked. Pacifica put him down on the bed and rolled her eyes.“No way, kitten,”
She said, with a wink. “I’ve seen too many magical girl animes to
make any kind of contract with a talking cat.”“Of course.”
Dipper laughed, and disappeared in a puff of black smoke.
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