Tag: stan

Does it ever occur to anyone that the triplets have between them all Stan’s fake ailments for real and if so how do they Stan in particular react.

It probably doesn’t hit Stan, until he sees all three of them on the couch one afternoon, watching TV with their partners and two or four wee ones at this point-

-and Willow is pregnant, and starts to wheeze, and bitches as she gets her inhaler out that now when she coughs and cant breathe, she feels like puking on top of that-

-and Acacia is kind of squinting at the TV, because her depth perception is kind of off, and she seriously needs to get a new prescription for her remaining eye but doesn’t want the optometrist to scold her for not taking care of her glass eye-

-and Hank needs to get up to get a soda, and reaches for his cane with the chunk of amber on top, before sheepishly sitting back down as Vivi scolds him because he overdid it yesterday-

and fuck.

butterfliesandtheireffect:

When Stan had died, it hurt.
It hurt because Dipper watched. And he couldn’t have stopped it.
Usually when things like these happened, Stan would give Dipper a pep talk, or crack a joke to lighten the mood.
But he was gone. And Dipper couldn’t do anything about it, demon or not.
“It wasn’t your fault,” Mabel had said.
But he was supposed to be the most powerful demon in the world, surely there was something he could have done?
At least Stan died of old age rather than anything else.
That made him feel better.

That night, Dipper watched Mabel, making sure nothing happened to her.
(More on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/14377806
or FanFiction: https://www.fanfiction.net/docs/edit.php?docid=53838689

coping methods… or lack thereof

steampunk-magicalgirl:

Drift AU part 3.

okay so, I know that when I started writing this I said that it was going to be a series of oneshots, but I´ve realized now that writing it as a continous story would work much better, so from now on that´s what I´m doing, just a heads up. You can find the other parts to this story on my AO3 or on my blog tagged as drift!au

Also, major trigger warning for a somewhat grapic suicide attempt in Dipper´s part. So skip that if that stuff bothers you. 

on AO3 

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AU where the Transcendence still happened, but Dipper actually died. Mabel imagines that he’s still there. But, because Dipper absorbed Bill’s demonic energy he’s in a limbo even more limbo-y than the mindscape. And he’s trying to get out. Then, in her teen years,Mabel manages to pull him out, but it like ‘scrapes’ off some of his power. So now, a sentient, non-sapient demonic power entity thing belongs to all Mizars, since she released it. It can temporarily power any one up like the Woodsman..

are you ready for one million screenshots? 

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Beginning

steampunk-magicalgirl:

Alright guys, It´s time for another fanfic. Or rather, it´s time for the beginning of a fanfic, since this is just the first of a (hopefully) long series of oneshots which are all going to be set in the Drift!au (an au of transcendence au, although you don´t need to be familiar with that to understand this one). I can´t promise when the next oneshot will be out, or if it´s even gonna be the next thing I write! While waiting though, please enjoy this origin story! Also, warning for major character death, spoilers, and overall angst, this is not a happy fic.   

On ao3

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how do the triplets misbehave?

seiya234:

since they’re still kids and teenagers, and thus not perfect.

Acacia: Typical teenage terror. Think arguments, sulking in her room for hours on end, random crying fits, the occasional shouting blow out. Acacia has a very short temper and it takes her a long time to get some kind of control over it. Argues mostly with Mabel, who also can have a temper too. 

(Its hidden under sequins and sweaters and sweets, but it’s there alright.)

Hank: If he thinks the rules are wrong, or they’re dumb, he feels zero compunction about breaking them. For example, when he was eight, he ate every cookie in the jar because a. cookies are yummy, b. he was hungry, c. why should he have to have only one after dinner? This isn’t often the older he gets, but there are still one or two serious groundings in high school because of this trait.

(seriously, is it anyone this fucking kid makes a mafia i s2g)

Willow: Gets shunted to being the Good Girl (not in the family… mostly, but definitely outside of it.) Between that pressure and constantly being treated with kid gloves, Willow tends to bottle things up, and then occasionally explodes. Said explosions are usually paired with barbed remarks made with the help of her emphatic powers.

(When they were 11, Stan had to physically separate Willow and Acacia, who were doing their best to beat the shit out of each other, even though said attempts were mainly slaps and scratches. Acacia wouldn’t say what Willow said to start it. Willow never did either. But neither of them spoke to each other for a week after)

Psychic Singularity Ch 08

phenyxsnest:

A warning for self harm in this chapter. I didn’t get very descriptive, but if you want to avoid it, the notes on AO3 and FF.net say where to stop/start reading. Also a warning for voices urging on the harm – the voices in italics. I’ll put a summary at the bottom of the chapter for anyone who
needs/wants to skip sections.

Stan groaned as he came to, sprawled out on what felt like grass. He was getting too damn old for this.

Something warm and wet slopped over his face, and he cursed as he batted at whatever was licking him.

He managed to crack open an eye to glare at the nightmare who’d
licked him. Baaazelbub didn’t even have the good grace to look ashamed,
blinking three red eyes one after the other at Stan innocently.

Groknar the Destroyer shoved his head under Stan’s back, urging the old man to his feet as he grumbled.

“Ugh, fine, I’m up. What even was that?” Stan demanded, stretching as he stood.

“We ̷do͟ not̶ k͝n͏ow,̧ bu̴t ̷wę c̷aņ se̵nse͡ par͟t of͏ th͞e ̧Ma̢s̸tȩr n̢e͞arby͟,͏ ” the oldest nightmare replied, giving Stan another little push, “an͢d̡ h̡e needs u̡s. Hu͘rry!̛ ”

“Fine, fine. Still creepy to hear you call the kid that,” Stan muttered, hiding his worry as he usually did under grumbling.

Frowning, he stared at the house that he knew for a fact wasn’t in
Gravity Falls, but still in Piedmont, California, far away from all this
craziness.

It was obviously Mark and Anna’s house – he’d visited a few times
while the twins were still little, so he remembered the rather ordinary
looking house – except it wasn’t the house he remembered, not quite.

Continue on AO3 // Continue on FF.net

Transdimensional arc: One way or another, Alcor ends up having a bet with Stan. Who’ll win the bet?

They approach their bet with honor and fairness for about the first thirty seconds after they make it.

After that it just spirals into this rapidly escalating series of subtle to outright to blatant efforts at cheating their respective ways into victory and calling each other out over said cheating and denying everything about cheating, and next thing you know they’re targeting each other directly via pranks and sabotage rather than focusing on the outcome of the bet…

By the end of it nobody wins, because the bet was either outright forgotten or the subject matter of it never got resolved, there’s silly string everywhere, and half the rooms in the Shack are literally upside down if not inside out.