I sort of wanted to participate in the April Bodyswap, but I ran out
of time. So I’m biting the bullet and uploading a chibi comic I sketched
out back when our scanner actually worked. The scan is pretty bad so
the words are in the captions.
Tag: stan
Sparkles, 4/?
Previous chapter here!
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Henry fell out of the tear between realities face first into
the dirt.Then he managed to get himself on his arms and legs long
enough to puke up breakfast.A warm hand caressed his back. “I’m sorry Henbone, I didn’t
think you’d take interdimensional travel this badly.”Henry would have reminded his dear wife that she had seen
him get both seasick and carsick
before and this really wasn’t much different, but he was too busy puking what
felt like his toenails out.
“Is there
something stuck in my teeth?”
Stan was staring at his mouth, gaze intense even though his
eyes were clouded with cataracts and hidden behind lenses a half inch thick.
Dipper was not only a demon, he was an adult for Pete’s sake (he ignored the little voice that pointed out
that age really didn’t matter to him anymore.) He was thirty five and he was
far too old to be stared at like a misbehaving child.
“Wh̴a͜t͝ įs it̀ ̸Stan?͜” Dipper asked and maybe he was
being a little harsher than usual but it had
been a long day.
Stan had seen far too much shit for a weird echoey voice to faze
him.
“Nothing kid.”
Dipper snorted.
“Bullshit. What’s got you staring at me like I’m the last cantaloupe
at the store.”
“First off, it was worth getting thrown out of the store to
bring that sucker home-“
“Stan, you literally elbowed the oldest woman in town in the
face and then stomped on someone else’s toes.”
Stan ignored Dipper with long practice and went on.
“And secondly…. You got something in your teeth.”
Dipper froze. A tongue ran over his teeth and-
“Fuck.”
Stan nodded.
“You don’t think the kids noticed, do you?”
Stan laughed.
“Are you kidding me? When they’re that age they’re so self-absorbed
they wouldn’t notice if a clown car crashed infront of them.”
Stan finished laughing, his countenance becoming more sober.
“Henry on the other hand, will notice that you have meat in your teeth so I’d take care of
that if I were you.”
What kind of meat the offending piece was Stan carefully did not say.
Dipper blushed slightly.
“Thanks Grunkle Stan.”
Tau prompt : the triplets in their first school play with camcorder wielding Mabel, embarrassed Henry who has to sit in the back because no one behind him can see the stage, and dipper who gives the play some ‘real’ special effects
Three
Honestly, this was starting to get ridiculous. Henry knew he was tall but he wasn’t that tall.
And yet every seat he and Mabel and Stan had tried to take, he would hear a little ‘ahem’ behind him, or the rustling of a seat as the person he was in front of shuffled to see.
After the sixth attempt to sit down, and to prevent a complete meltdown from Stan, Henry excused himself to sit in the last row. If there was one thing about being tall, he thought to himself, is that there was never a bad seat in the house.
As he thought this, Multibear shuffled in, and sat down in front of him, completely blocking his view.
Two
Stan was never one to diminish Mabel’s enthusiasm or crazy ideas but-
“Hey kiddo?”
Mabel looked up. “Yeah Stan?”
He put a hand behind his head nervously.
“I know you’re excited about this-”
“Grunkle Stan, I know without a doubt that this is going to be the cutest the bestest production of The Rainbow Fish ever.”
“Er, yeah, sure. But-”
He gestured to her lap, and to the professional quality movie camera that looked like Mabel stole it off a set. It was literally half her size, and Stan had no idea how she was going to lift it without a tripod.
“Don’t you think that’s a little…much?”
Mabel’s answer deafened Stan and half the theater in response.
One
Dipper grinned, hovering above the crowd.
He wasn’t sure why the kids wanted there to be fire in a show that took place entirely underwater, or where Hank had heard about Cthulhu, but for his niblings (and for a week’s worth of their desserts) he was willing to do anything.
Dipper frowned for a second. Did they tell anyone else about this? Then he shrugged. Oh well, a little chaos never hurt anyone or anything.
The lights dimmed and the crowd quieted down. Dipper smiled.
Showtime.
Sparkles, 3/?
In which the Goddess of Chaos and The Woodsman formulate a rescue plan (kind of) and Dipper angsts. Previous chapter here.
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Henry opened his eyes.
Mabel’s face filled his vision.
The tip of her nose brushed against his, breath hot on his face, and her eyes
were the slow swirl and movement of galaxies in space.“We need to save Dipper from a bad
sci-fi hell dimension,” Mabel said in one breath.Henry looked at her blearily for a
second, then closed his eyes again.
It’s been a while since I caught up on TAU ‘canon’, but is Ford dealing with the triplets a possibility?
Ford blinked, eyelashes and eyebrows thoroughly singed now.
“She sneezes fire,” he finally managed to choke out. Next to
him, his brother let out a gravelly laugh.“And breathes it, and lights her fingers up….” Stan paused. “Also
the bathtub. That was interesting.”“And it doesn’t hurt her?”
Ford got thwapped by a small fist.
“Grunkle Ford I’m right here!” Willow scowled at him from
her perch on his lap, the worry that had been on her face after she sneezed now
gone.“Oh, yes, yes. I’m sorry my dear girl.” Ford cleared his
throat. “Does it hurt?”Willow giggled and shook her head, sending her braids
flying. “Nope!”Ford’s fingers itched for a pen and paper.
“Fascinating! How large of a flame can you produce? And for
how lo-“Out of the corner his eye, Ford saw Stan frown.
“Hey kiddo,” Stan interrupted. He held up his beer can and
shook it. “Take this inside and get me another one?”Willow wiggled off of Ford’s lap, and ran over to Stan,
plucking the can from his hand before bolting inside.Ford frowned at Stan.
“Stanley, I’m not sure its appropriate to have a five year
old fetching alcohol for you.”Stan snorted. “Ma had us getting her gin bottle for her from
the time we could carry a glass bottle without breaking it. But that’s not the
point.”“What is then?”
Stan crossed his arms and glared at Ford. “Don’t be treating
our niece like a lab rat.”“Stan!”
For a second Stan almost began to argue, almost began to let
his temper get the best of him. But then he paused. Things were still strained
between him and his brother at times, but on the whole they were far better
than he had ever hoped it would be. And they were better in part because over
the years Stan had finally, barely, learned to think before he spoke (sometimes
anyway.)Stan tried again.
“Look Poindexter. I know you’re curious about what Willow
can do-“His brother’s eyes lit up. “Absolutely! At the very least
she should have been burnt to a crisp long ago. She shouldn’t have that power like,
like-““Like Dipper?”
“Yes exactly! As for her empathy…astounding.
I’ve not ever seen or heard of anything like it in this dimension! I thought
living with Ma would have prepared me for the possibility but I was wrong.”
Ford began to rummage in his coat for a notebook. “And Ma never seemed to be
able to control her Sight but Willow can. I really need to get her in the lab-“Stan stopped his train of
thought. “There. There it is. Ford you can’t do that.”His twin looked at him completely
befuddled and Stan sighed. Of the two of them, it was him that had the people
skills (though that wasn’t really saying much on his part either.)“Why not? Dipper and I work
together all the time in the lab, exploring what he can and can’t do-““That’s different Ford!”
“How?”
“Dipper’s grown,” Stan replied.
He did not say “Because you’re both
overeager eggheads,” as well because he had learned a measure of tact over the
years.Ford still looked at him blankly
and Stan sighed once more.“Look Ford. Dipper is an adult.
He can tell you to stop when he’s tired or when he’s done for the day or doesn’t
want to answer a question. He knows you are interested in him for him as well,
and not just because he does fancy schmacy tricks.”Stan took his glasses off and began
to clean them. “Willow is five. Willow’s been told by all of us that she has to
listen to what you say. So she’s not going to tell you to stop if she’s tired
or hungry or bored or unhappy. She’s going to keep doing what you say,
especially since you’re her neat uncle that only comes once in a while. She
loves you and she won’t want to disappoint you, even if she’s hurting.”“I…I hadn’t-“
“What she’s going to think if the
only time you want to spend with her is to poke and prod her and ask her
questions that are going to go over her head? What are Hank and Acacia gonna
think if you only pay attention to Willow and not to them?” Stan closed his
mouth, before “I’m not seeing you split up this family again,” because that…that
was neither here nor there, wasn’t the time for that.Ford looked devastated.
“Stan…Stan you have to believe
me, that wasn’t my intention at all-“Stan leaned over and clapped Ford
on the shoulder.“I know. I know you love our
girl-both our girls, and our boy. You
just get carried away sometimes.” The clap became a punch, and Ford winced. “You
got a good uncle in you, just don’t forget that and you’ll be fine.”Stan leaned back in his chair.
“And I bet Mabel and Henry wouldn’t
mind if you and Willow ran some of your weird test things or whatever. Just not
all the time.”Ford still looked thoughtful as
Willow ran back outside with Stan’s beer.“Willow?”
She turned to him, eyes glowing
with excitement and joy.“Yeah Grunkle Ford?”
He smiled. “I got some old chemicals
I need to get rid of in the lab. Want to take them out in the yard and light
them on fire?”
Stan stepped into the living room, dark except for the light of the TV.
On the couch, Mabel snored like a train engine, the sound familiar to Stan after years of living with his grandniece. She leaned against Henry, who’s head was leaning against the wall. On Henry’s other side was Dipper, mouth leaking golden drool onto Henry’s shoulder. On top of the adults like puppies were the triplets. Henry’s arms were around Willow, who had curled up in a ball on his lap. Hank was half on the arm of the couch and half on his mother. By his hand on the floor sat the TV remote, long forgotten. Acacia was on the floor, cradled between Dipper’s legs, one of which she was clinging to like a sloth in her sleep.
Stan couldn’t remember the last time everyone had looked so…. peaceful. Relaxed. Safe.
He sighed, and went to the kitchen to grab a chair.
Someone had to watch over them after all.
Headcannon: Alcor’s Third Eye is Fake
In relation to the idea where Dipper’s birthmark glows under certain circumstances. Dipper realized, of course, that his birthmark was a HUGE hint at his true name. He was already in the habit of hiding it as a human, so as a demon he just made it disappear completely. Then he found out that it comes back, and glows, when he’s angry enough. On hindsight it was obvious. His true name started as a nickname he was given due to that mark after all. In some ways, his birthmark is his true name. It’ll take something a little stronger to hide something so intrinsically tied to his soul. So he made the third eye. You might think he’d forget to use it, what with only needing it when he’s angry. But demons are good at lying, and what else is changing the shape of the mark on his forehead but telling a lie? So for years and years his original birthmark was never seen at all, not even by family. The first time Henry ever sees it, Mabel’s been hurt and Dipper’s just ripped the culprits apart. When he asks about it, Dipper is shocked. He’s never, NEVER forgotten to hide it since realizing it needed to be hidden. And then he suddenly starts laughing, because he sees the irony. You see, over the years Dipper/Alcor’s third eye has sort of crept into his subconscious. It doesn’t just come out when he’s angry. It also appears when he’s… not himself. Mabel and Grunkle Stan learned quickly to be wary around Dipper when the eye was out, even if he looked completely normal otherwise. Especially if he looked completely normal otherwise. And now, for the first time in years, his birthmark has appeared. Because as horrific as his actions were, his motives were completely human. And that event sets the trend. Dipper’s birthmark only appears when he’s being true to himself. It appears several times in the following years, more often after the triplets are born. But on the other end, in his most demonic moments, when Dipper is gone and only Alcor remains, his third eye never goes away. Its pupil never stops moving, and Alcor knows that it’s searching for something, something he’s lost sight of, but he can’t… remember… what.
How the Transcendence could’ve happened because of Weirdmageddon: 1. Bill got into Ford’s head. Either he forced Ford in some way or the Stan twins never did the switcheroo. Bill breaks the weirdness magnetism bubble of Gravity Falls, causing thd weirdness to spill over to everywhere else, but 2. The circle is completed and Bill is dying because of the spell. And desperate for survival he posseses Dipper’s body.
Also imagine Dipper being comforted by the knowledge that the people he trusts the most are part of his circle. They have the means to stop him and he trusts them to do that if he goes off the deep end. Of course his circle isn’t half as effective because he’s part human and when he loses his humanity his people aren’t always near him.
So how much of Stan’s mannerisms does Dipper end up adopting
A fair amount, especially since Stan is the one who teaches Dipper much about wheeling, dealing, and conning suckers!
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