maybe-jayy:

Ooooooooi!!! I’ve been away lately because of personal reasons but I really wanna get back in the swing of writing things (otherwise those multific paz stories of mine are probs gonna remain unfinished) so!! If you have any Pacifica fic requests I’m open to them! I’d look through the fic open season tag but I’ve been out of the loop so long I wouldn’t even know where to start!

Thanks in advance!

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Paz fic open season goooooooooo!

seiya234:

  1. this-book-has-been-loved said: I just want more interactions with Paz

If she was being honest with herself,
Pacifica still didn’t like going to the Shack to hang out.

Try as she could, she couldn’t get
over her base revulsion at the moss growing on the rusty tin over the porch,
the mismatching patches of brick and vinyl siding where rooms had been added
on, the goat wandering around the yard, cars parked on the lawn

She was being a snob and she knew it,
which is why she still went over, and hopefully made no sign that being in a
run down, vaguely smelly, about to fall over log cabin bothered the shit out of
her.  

And of course, it was where one of her dearest (best)
friends lived, though sometimes she wondered that she was at the point in her
life that she considered Mabel Pines as such.

A brightly colored patchwork cloth was placed suddenly
on her shoulder and Pacifica looked inquiringly at the woman in question. Mabel
smiled.

“Wanted to get that on there before I gave you Willow,”
Mabel said, passing her daughter over. Pacifica fumbled a bit, but she had
already had more practice in handling babies in two months than she ever had in
her whole life, and in a second she had gotten her niece settled on her chest.

Mabel picked up Hank and Acacia from their carriers
and began to feed them. She looked expectantly at Pacifica, who looked blankly
back. Was she holding Willow wrong?

Mabel laughed a little bit. “Sorry Pacifica! Can you
burp her for me?”

Pacifica peered down at Willow, who was looking back
with eyes that had just begun to focus on things.

“Burp?”

“Just pat her on the back until she burps.”

Pacifica tapped Willow on her back gently.

“No, don’t worry, don’t be afraid to give her a good
whap! She needs to get that burp juice out of her.”

She couldn’t bring herself to do that but she did set
up a nice rhythm on her niece’s back.

Mabel smiled again, and Pacifica could see the massive
bags under her eyes. “Thanks for helping Paz. I don’t know what I would do
without all of you guys here.”

“Just fine I think,” she responded, looking at the red
curls already beginning to spring up from Willow’s head.

“Well, I do much better with you here so thank you.”

They sat in amiable silence for a minute…or as silent
as the Mystery Shack could get, with the constant creek of  wood, the sound of Stan yelling at someone on
the phone, the mutters of researchers in the Library.

And she was even getting this whole patting thing ri-

Willow burped and Pacifica felt something hot and
moist land on her shoulder.

Pacifica froze, eyes bugged out. Do not freak out
about your four hundred dollar shirt, do not
freak out about your four hundred dollar shirt-

She felt Mabel’s shoulder bump into the not covered in
baby vomit one.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay! That’s why I put the cloth
there! I’m sorry, I should have warned you but I thought you would know and-“

Pacifica took a deep breath, exhaled.

“It’s fine Mabel.”

“Really?”

In her arms, Willow yawned and settled down to sleep.

“Yeah, it is. I’ll just wear an old shirt next time I
come over.”

She was surprised to find that she…really didn’t mind,
much.

Though the more she was around the triplets, the more
she realized that she was really okay not having a small bodily liquid machine
of her own, thank you very much.

Drift AU

Alright everyone, hold onto your butts because it’s time to introduce the Drift AU. Like “Friends with Tax Benefits”, it’s a slightly modified spin-off AU of… this AU. Fair warning: it comes with 30% more suffering.

Please take this with a grain of salt; this is not anything that will be emphasized on the blog or expanded upon much. It’s more or less a speculation of another what-if, but it’s a bit too dark to keep with the general TAU theme in my opinion.

Bill is stopped and the Transcendence takes place like usual – but this time, Dipper is nowhere to be found. 

The Pines family (as well as their friends) mourn the loss of Dipper, who died in a last ditch effort to keep Bill from ushering an apocalypse. His body is never found, but unlike in the main story, Mabel never finds his “ghost”.

Everyone still has to deal with a post-Transcendence world where the paranormal is commonplace, and new threats are popping up every day. Mabel is never quite the same, having lost what was arguably a piece of herself when her brother died. She returns to Piedmont in a detached sort of haze, only barely beginning to pick up the pieces of her heart years after she’s come to terms with Dipper’s absence. 

Whatever progress she makes is tested however, when she starts noticing odd things happening around her. Things on her desk being rearranged, cryptic dreams, a voice that she swears she barely hears in the dead of night when all is silent. Hair being tugged or flipped in front of her face, scrapbooks falling off off shelves, pens mysteriously breaking. At first, everything is written off as her being paranoid, hopeful even. Some of the things she sees remind her of Dipper to a point that it becomes eerie.

A part of her tries not to think about the possibility of Dipper haunting her as a ghost. She doesn’t want to believe her brother is trapped in purgatory. Besides, there are now plenty of explanations that exist for weird happenings – there are a lot of mischievous creatures that can do things like play pranks.

In high school, when she starts to get some of that old fire back in her, she begins to pick up where the Mystery Twins left off; she becomes a paranormal investigator/adventurer much like she did in the original storyline. Once she starts putting her head back in the game, she starts to realize that it’s not so impossible to think she’s being haunted.

Any attempts to communicate with a would-be ghost only confuses her more. Sometimes the signs she gets point to a classic haunting, possibly poltergeist level. But other times it points to something more sinister, more dangerous.

After a particularly terrifying seance, Mabel starts to question if it’s even a ghost that’s trying to terrorize her. After what happened with Bill, Mabel harbored a healthy fear of demons, and for good reason; they were creatures immediately deemed the most dangerous in the new post-Transcendence world. New ones seemed to pop up every few months, in headlines about summonings gone wrong and grim interviews with paranormal creatures privy to such information.

And in the past few years, no demon was discussed more than Alcor. The pure devastation left in his wake (lives lost, souls devoured, minds tormented) was bad enough, but he also seemed somewhat impervious to binding circles. So would it be possible for him to interact with the physical world?

She shakes the thought off, but continues her search for more information on what could possibly be haunting her, if it’s even possible for demons to do such a thing. Perhaps it’s impossible under normal circumstances… but in theory, demons could be “powered up” over time if given a proper energy source. This leads her to suspect a nearby cult giving demons enough worship to achieve just that.

After weeks of searching, she finally stumbles on a cult just outside Piedmont. Mabel still harbors a sweet temperament, but her anger flares when she realizes these people were willing to put thousands of lives in danger for personal gain. What if they succeeded? Would someone else meet the same fate Dipper did, being killed by a demon? Would more families be torn apart?

Mabel holds little remorse when she storms the cult, wielding a bat and successfully knocking half the cult to their knees – before someone pulls a knife on her.

Unable to move and bleeding out from her stomach, the cult leader continues with the ritual and successfully summons the one demon Mabel prayed wouldn’t appear: Alcor.

The lives of the injured and fallen are used as a bargaining tool for the summoner’s wish of wealth and power. In a horrific spectacle, Alcor easily twists the man’s words so that every life in the room is surrendered to him, which he takes with an enthusiastic and grotesque display of blood-stained claws and fangs. In minutes, everyone is killed and half devoured.

Well, everyone except Mabel.

The mix of shock, fear, and rapid blood loss makes her woozy and unable to concentrate. In her last few moments of consciousness, she hears Alcor offering to save her life. All she can think about is how she can’t die here, she can’t do that to her parents, she has to live on for herself and for her departed brother.

She barely feels his hand encase hers, the blue flames lick her skin.

The next time she wakes hours later in the abandoned warehouse still stained in cultist blood, she realizes with absolute horror that she didn’t just seal a deal with Alcor, but she left it open ended… and he took the most precious thing she had to offer: her soul.

The following weeks are a flurry of terror, knowing that once a demon claims a soul, it’s usually devoured immediately. When Mabel finally hits the point where she can no longer take the suspense, the constant question of what Alcor was planning to do with her, she summons him.

Alcor the Dreambender finally breaks down and reveals to her who he really is, shedding his demonic form to reveal something more human, and horrifically familiar. 

In the six years following the Transcendence, Dipper had made every effort to contact Mabel. For a while she even believed it was him, before she started to conclude she was dealing with a demon rather than a ghost. But by the time Dipper reached a point of power that he could pop into the physical realm at will, he’d already made a name for himself and was deemed infamous by his exploits.

Without Mabel to help solidify his pieces of humanity, he became more demonic than in the main storyline. He’s more unhinged, more comfortable with the ways of his kind. He still harbors enough humanity for Mabel to slowly accept him, but his sympathy has a more definitive line.

The only people he cares about are the people he loves. His family, his  friends. Everyone else is a stranger, someone he wouldn’t think twice about hurting if it seems fun, no matter how innocent the person in question might be.

Once high school is over, he and Mabel move back to Gravity Falls. But everyone – even Mabel – will openly admit that while they love Dipper, they don’t trust him. It’s like working in a lion sanctuary; you can love and care for the lions there, but wouldn’t dare risk going in the enclosure. 

It only takes a handful of bad deals for the residents of Gravity Falls to realize that Dipper will gladly screw them over like any other demon. He only practices moderate restraint with people he likes, but still can still hurt them so long as it’s nothing too terrible. (Pacifica in particular learned this the hard way, with a nasty scar that covers the side of her neck down to her collarbone)

Wendy, already a demon hunter, had the misfortune to meet Dipper as Alcor first. Thus, she probably distrusts him more than any of his friends. 

Mabel still ends up marrying Henry, and thankfully, Dipper takes a liking to him. Which is just about the only thing that saved his life – if Dipper hadn’t gotten attached as quickly as he did, he could have easily deemed him a nuisance to be “taken care” of.

As for the triplets… even they aren’t entirely safe from Dipper, but he’s the gentlest with them. He wouldn’t hurt them for fun, but he has little remorse for conning them in deals (the consequences are still fairly trivial, like losing candy or their voice for a day).

It’s important to keep in mind that while this summary is intended to make the stark contrast of Dipper’s personality, he’s still more of a chaotic-neutral entity. He’s not evil just to be evil, but more like “this is what demons do, and I’m fine with that” type of thinking. The lack of social interaction during those crucial six years really changed him, but he isn’t an entirely different person. He does seem to hang around the Shack a lot less however, opting to “play human” only about half the time.

In addition to having “demonic” episodes like in the main plot, he also has “human” episodes, where he’s more acutely aware of what he’s done and who he’s become. He still isn’t as bad as other demons (he may hurt people more often, but he still refrains from killing innocents… most of the time), but he’s certainly a lot more volatile than he could have turned out.

(I also personally see him getting a lot better after being back around Mabel for a few years, perhaps very close to his canon state. But that’s up to you just how much the presence of loved ones heal him.)

OOOOh pazzers meeting the woodsman?

phenyxsnest:

Pacifica paused mid-step, staring up at the huge mansion up on the
hill looming over Gravity Falls.

It was strange to think she’d once lived there. Now, she hadn’t even
stopped by to say hello to her parents, despite visiting Gravity
Falls with their grandchild.

Of course, if they’d acknowledge that Theo was, in fact, their
grandchild, blood or not, instead of trying to talk Pacifica into
having a ‘proper’ heir or trying to buy his affections when they
weren’t dismissing him, that might have helped. As it was, well, she
had no intention of making him sit through half of what she’d endured
before the twins came into her life.

As far as she was concerned, her parents weren’t going to so much as
set eyes on Theo unless a miracle happened and they had a true change
of heart.

Besides, she and Theo had better family now than those two.

Speaking of which…she glanced ahead, to where Henry and the three
fireballs he called his kids were milling around, more than making up
for Theo’s silence with their chatter.

Her parents had had eight years to get their act together when it
came to her and Theo and their relationship with the Pines and to
treat them as people instead of a legacy, something they could buy
and put into a box until they needed it. She wasn’t going to let them
ruin this outing. She had Henry and the triplets all to herself today
(which was a little awkward, since she almost always had a twin with
her when she dealt with Henry, but she refused to let that stop her)
and she wasn’t going to waste it.

Besides, it was Henry. He accepted Dipper for what he was and
loved him, she wouldn’t have a problem (and shouldn’t feel half this
awkward, he and Mabel had been married how many years now? He’d been
dealing with Dipper’s demon shenanigans and
‘forgetting-how-to-people’ for how long? Honestly, the man was a
plaid-flannel-wearing saint.).

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Keep it together

maybe-jayy:

Takes place after Paz moved out from Gravity Falls, but before her acting career starts. 


Sometimes the random tug of a summon would pull on him while he was at another, and most times Dipper would just reroute them to his answering machine, but over the years (albiet short as it may) he’d figured out when someone was using his personal—for friends and family—circle versus his “official” circle. 

This was one of those times. 

Tuning out the drawls of his current summoner he focused on the pull. It was different, not from Mabel or Henry so….

He blinked. Well that was a surprise. 

And possibly more interesting than his current summoner, some lady going through a midlife crisis, wanting to remain beautiful or something. Rolling his eyes he snapped his fingers and her speech was cut off mid sentence. There was a poof of blue smoke and the girl was replaced by a Doll, lying on the ground.

“Don’t worry, you’ll change back in a few hours.” He grinned before tessering out of there and to the next summon. Saving the dramatics he just popped in, crossing his legs mid air and grinning down at who it was.

“Hey Pacifica, to what do I owe this pleasure.”

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zendria:

“Disco girl, coming through, that girl is yoooooooou~!”

I drew the infamous drunken karaoke scene from the TAU. (They’re supposed to look older, I just kinda… flubbed it a tiny bit. Also Pacifica with short hair for the win.)