Sometimes, after enough time has passed, even the least well-written
books or least thought out ideas can enter into legend, if they’re
famous enough.Too bad for Dipper, he gets to live long enough to
see it. And when his sister is born into a cult that has been influenced
by those legends and worships him, things get…awkward.
Dipper knew he should check in on his Mizar. He hadn’t since she was first born into this lifetime, and he missed her so, so much.
No matter what lifetime, Mizar was his rock, his anchor, but he’d learned the hard way that it wasn’t fair to that soul to pin everything on them.
That was why he’d started seeking out other souls, other connections.
And as much as he hated to admit it, well…Mizar didn’t need him yet. He needed her, but..he could sense her, through their connection. She was loved, and being cared for…in fact, if his connection said anything, it said that the only danger she was in was of being spoiled. And she was still so young…
And, well…he’d promised himself. And he’d promised her. He wasn’t going to forget everyone else again and focus just on one soul.
Plus…Willow’s current incarnation needed him right now. Odd as it was, a demon was the only one on that kid’s side at the moment.
If things didn’t get better soon, he might have to take steps, and that…probably wasn’t going to work out well. At least he had experience with making false human identities by this point, so if worst came to worst he could take care of her. Probably not the best, but…better than the way she was living now.
He’d also figured out where both Stan and Ford’s current lives were (they had reincarnated together again, as siblings, and that soothed something Dipper hadn’t realized hurt) and he’d checked in on them a few times already. He was going to wait until they were a little older to introduce himself.
Ford seemed like someone who was into the paranormal this lifetime again, so there was that opening…of course, it could also mean Ford would know enough to reject Dipper, and not enough to realize he was trying to be friendly.
They were the only ones currently incarnated, though he had a feeling more might be coming soon. Ugh, it was so hard, and to have to try again each lifetime…
The point remained, though, that while he wanted to check on Mizar, right now, Antares needed his focus, and Mizar…well, she didn’t.
He’d regret not paying attention later.
Tag: stan
A Better Family
Grunkle Stan giving Henry advice after learning that Henry has also been disowned by his parents.
Technically, I went with Henry going no-contact with his parents, but the end result is the same.
The babies were far too young to understand about holidays yet, but that didn’t mean the Pines weren’t celebrating Mother’s Day.
Which, today, actually pretty much meant giving mommy a break
from being a mother, sort of. Mabel, being Mabel, was still cuddling
her babies and feeding them and doing everything she always did – except
that the men of the household were taking care of her share of the more
unpleasant tasks associated with having infants.And there were presents, if small ones, from the men, because while Mabel wasn’t their mother, she was their mom, mother to their kids, their niblings, and dang it they were going to take a day to make her feel extra special.
Even if some of them (one of them) was going to pretend to grumble about doing it. It didn’t fool any of them anymore.
But
after all the presents had been passed out, dinner served and cleaned
up, the babies bathed and put to bed (for now) and Mabel was happily
knitting away, watching a movie with her brother by her side, Henry
slipped outside to the porch.Today
was a good day, a very good day, and he’d been so happy, watching Mabel
with the babies, being reminded of what his family was now…but it was
also reminding him how he hadn’t sent his own mother something today.How he hadn’t spoken to either parent since the babies were born.
Pseudomnesia 3/8
In which the mystery trio spend a night camping in order to perform
witchdemoncraft, ghost stories abound, sheep are pet, and tea is consumed on three separate occasions. Elsewhen, elsewhere, Dipper bonds with his sister and a childish squabble nearly ends the world for the second time.Part 3 of this trainwreck.
Happy birthday, TAU! Meant to put this up yesterday, but it took a little longer to get it all formatted properly than I expected.
Fic Prompt: Dipper plays poker with Thomas and the gang. Everyone thinks he’s so good at poker because he’s a demon, but all he can think of is how he got his skills from Grunkle Stan.
look, you took a perfectly good headcanon and gave it sadness
a quest for milk and bread
Ok so… Here’s a thing that I wrote for the tau ficathon. My prompt was “Stanley ‘I literally raised a demon, you’ve got nothing’ pines” I’m not sure if this is what the person who submitted the prompt was expecting but… It’s what I wanted to write…
Enjoy!
(Warning for swearwords)
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Stanley pines was a proud man. Ever since he was thrown out by his father he’d been able to manage life on his own. He’d survived years on the roads, always unsure of what the future might hold for him. He’d built an entire life around lying about himself and his identity. Always running from the law, countless of false names and faces all thrown out as soon as he’d have to leave a place behind. He’d been known by many names, ’ Steve Pinington’ ‘Hal Forrester’ ‘Andrew 8-ball Alcatraz’ and then, without a warning, he’d suddenly been known to the world as ‘Stanford Pines’.
Origins
For the TAU’s ficathon.
Dipper quickly glanced behind him as Bill flew closer. “MABEL HE’S GETTING CLOSER ACTIVATE THE TRAP” Dipper yells into the radio. “I’M IN THE MIDDLE OF SETTING IT UP” Mabel yells back. “HE’S GETTING CLOSER JUST ACTIVATE IT PLEASE MABEL” Dipper yells back at the radio. “I-I…FINE” Mabel yells as she presses a button. A tree trunk flies out of the trees and slams into Bill, catching on Dipper too. Dipper yells out in pain. Bill slams into another tree where he’s caught in a net and dropped into a hole carved with runes designed to contain Bill. Bill just laughs with his shrill, shrill voice and rises out of the pit. Mabel watches a camera and turns on her radio “D-Dipper? Dipper? It didn’t work Dipper. DIPPER!?” Dipper lies completely unconcious and close to death on the floor.
Near the almost operational robo-shack Mabel runs to Stan. “GRUNKLE STAN, GRUNKLE STAN. IT’S DIPPER!” Mabel yells as she runs. Stan looks up at Mabel. “What’s wrong, Pumpkin?” Stan asks. “IT’S DIPPER, I THINK BILL’S CAUGHT HIM.” Mabel yells in a panicking voice. “Okay, just calm down Honey. We’ll sort this out. Let’s just get the Shack working.” Stan says, trying to calm Mabel down as tears stream down her face.
“Well as you all likely know by now, Dipper’s been…captured. We hope.” Stan says as he adresses the refugees. “We can’t allow this to discourage us though. We need to finish building the Robot shack. We will save both Dipper, …my brother and the Towns folk.” Stan finishes. The refugees cheer and get back to work. Mabel sits alone staring at a picture of Dipper. Stan wals up the stairs and raps on the door gently. “Mabel, pumpkin?” Stan asks. Mabel doesn’t reply. Stan gently pushes the door open and walks in. “Mabel, the shack should be done in a few days. We’ll get him back.” Stan says quietly. Mabel just sits there, silently crying. Stan sighs and just hugs Mabel.
Days later the Robo-Shack is finished. The plan is given as normal with a few slight alterations. Everything plays out like the episode. The gang enter the Fearamid and find Ford and Dipper. They’re both freed from their golden states. Ford draws the Zodiac and everyone steps into their respective spots. The Stan twins begin arguing.
“Grammar, Stanley.” Ford said. “I’LL SHOW YOU—“ Stan yells before he’s interrupted by Dipper collapsing due to his injuries from the failed trap. “DIPP—“ Mabel yells before Bill breaks through the wall. “HAHA DON’T YOU BRAINIACS KNOW—WAIT.” Bill begins as the circle begins to glow blue. “NO NO NO NO NO NO NO” Bill says, worried. Just before the circle finishes Dipper collapses and falls into the centre of the circle. Dipper screams out and the circle begins to spark. “SIXER WHAT’S GOING ON” Stan yells. “I DON’T KNOW STANLEY” Ford yells in response. “DIPPER!” Mabel yells out. Stan grabs her and they run deeper into the Fearamid. Lightning arcs out and strikes Bill. He yells out in pain and falls to the floor. “W-WHAT IS THIS” Bill yells through his pain. Dipper and Bill scream out in unison. As the circle’s power dies down Bill floats up, clearly in pain. As bricks fly away from him he stares at Dipper. Dipper slowly bleeds out on the floor. Bill floats towards Dipper and grabs him by the soul. Dipper screams out in pain as Bill enters his body. Bill screams out too. But it’s not laughter or pain. It’s fear. Fear of pain. Fear of the future. Fear of death. In the middle of the process Bill dies. Dipper continues to scream as he rises into the air but there’s nobody there. The zodiac members have run, Bill’s friends retreated. Dipper was all alone. The room fills with light. A strange black figure appears. A figure of black, lined with gold. The figure grabs Dipper in his arms. Dipper’s screaming ceases. He appears unconcious. The figure and Dipper disappear as the flash dies down. Mabel, Ford and Stan run into the main fearamid room. They glance around. “DIPPER!?” they all yell. Mabel begins crying again. Ford and Stan glance solemnly at each other. Stan goes to comfort Mabel and Ford looks around for any remains of Dipper. He eyes set upon a lone Pine tree cap. He grabs it. Slight burn marks are laced across it. Ford silently walks over to Stan and Mabel to join the comforting.
Elsewhere, deep within the Mindscape Dipper sits surrounded by a flock of inquisitive black coated sheep. Tears stream down his face as he realises he is trapped.
@transcendence-au have my Birthaversary submission!
Hold Please
Well here it is, the first of two prompts I took for the Gravity Falls TAU ficathon as well as my first contribution to the AU overall. Hope you guys like it!
My prompt was: the origin of the Answering Machine.
After weeks of preparation everything was in place. The
circle had been drawn, the symbols all triple checked, candles lit- unscented,
originally they had planned on just using cinnamon but one call from Dave’s
cousin had changed that (thank goodness one of them had a demonologist in the
family), and, of course, the sacrifice had been procured. That had been the
hardest part, but then again, none of them had ever really needed to find cow
blood before. Now all that remained was to carefully speak the chant.“Astrum splendidum, te invoco. Invoco tuum
potentiae. Dico nomen tuum: Alcor!”…
…
…
“Did you say it right?” Allison asked
For a demon, Stan thought, he was having to give Dipper a lot more lessons in the fine art of the con than he anticipated.
On the other hand, demon or not, this was still Dipper, so perhaps he shouldn’t have been surprised.
Dipper, physical for an hour in exchange for a soda with some blood
dropped in, looked at the mask in his hands. It was the mask that
Grunkle Stan used to scare him with that first summer. Lying in his
hands, stained as they were, it just seemed kind of sad now.“Grunkle Stan, this is kind of dumb,” he said, trying his best not to sound petulant (and failing.)
Stan scowled. “Sheesh kid, there’s only one old, rude, crank allowed in this house and I’m it.”
“Uh, old-?”
“Kid, the point isn’t to be scary,” Stan went on, ignoring Dipper. “You got that covered already.”
Dipper looked down at his hands and the mask again. The claws tipping his fingers. His tounge ran across the edge of his teeth, drawing blood as it caressed his fangs.
“Wipe that ‘more baggage than the airport’ look off your face. Makes you look like you swallowed a squirrel or something.”
Dipper, who had indeed swallowed a squirrel last week, scowled at Stan.
“Stan.”
“That’s better. But look, if someone is summoning a fucking demon for fucks sake, they’re going to expect blood and guts and doom and gloom and all that crap.”
He leaned over across the table to tap the goofy wooden mask in Dipper’s hands. “This is what they aren’t going to expect. They’re expecting the fight of their lives, and probably have every horror movie ever running through they’re heads. They’re going to be offput if you-”
“Mabel.”
It was Stan’s turn to be taken aback. “What about her?”
Dipper smiled. “Mabel told me last week I should juggle some tennis balls or do a magic trick or paint my toenails whenever a summons gets bored. I kind of blew her off but… maybe I owe her an apology?”
Stan nodded.
“You do. Because when you cut the rug out from under people, that’s what makes them scared and confused.”
Dipper grinned, teeth coated in golden blood from his tongue.
“And that’s when I can get them.”
Stan sniffed, and wiped a fake tear away.
Dipper was still a goober, but he was a goober that learned fast.
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.
“So.”
Dipper nodded in response. “Yeah.”
Stan rolled a beer can between his hands. The two of them
sat on the old, moldy couch on the porch of the Shack. Stan had sacrificed a
frog he found under the porch to keep Dipper solid and one place while they
drank their beer and tried not to think about the massive elephant in the-
“You think you’re ready for this?” Stan asked, interrupting
Dipper’s thoughts.
Dipper laughed and tried to play it cool. “Yeah, of
course I am, why wouldn’t I be? I mean, it’s Mabel having them not me, I just
live…. um, hang around here.”
Stan snorted.
“Don’t bullshit a bullshitter kid. You’re scared shitless.”
Part of him raged at that accusation, felt his blood boil
with anger at the temerity and audacity of the tiny mortal next to him. He was
a speck, a nothing compared to his might and-
Dipper swallowed the massive lump in his throat.
“Yeah. Yeah I am.” He looked down at his hands. The skin was
taut, young, perfect, unmarred by the scars he had gotten from falling into a
rose bush when he was six. His nails were clean.
His nails were no longer nails, really.
He looked back up at Stan.
“I shouldn’t… I shouldn’t stay here.”
“That’s some dumb bullshit.” Stan chucked his can into the
yard, ‘aiming’ for Gompers like usual. The can landed at the goat’s feet
(like Stan really intended) and Gompers began to happily eat the beer
can.
Dipper frowned. He knew that Stan wasn’t
stupid. “Grunkle Stan, I mean it.”
Stan scratched himself and even though Dipper had seen
things Man Was Not Meant to Know, the sight still horrified him. “So do I
kid. I haven’t heard you say anything that dumb since Mabel’s prom.”
Dipper blushed but went on. “Triplets.”
“Yup.”
“Babies.”
“Tiny boring poop machines that throw up on you and scream
all hours of the night and are going to make our lives miserable? What about
them?”
Now Stan was being obtuse on purpose.
“I shouldn’t be around them.”
“Nope, think you should.”
Why did his Grunkle have to make things harder than they
really should be?
“I’m going to hurt the babies.”
Stan shook his head. “No you won’t. You’re way too much of a
spaz and a worrywart to ever do that.”
“I’ll bring danger here, bring it to the Shack to the kids-“
His uncle rolled his eyes. “Wow, you’re acting like that’s
something completely new or something, real
funny Dip.”
Why couldn’t he see
what Dipper was trying to tell him? “Stan, I’ve done bad things-”
“So have I.”
“No you haven’t! Not like̴̟͔ ̼͖͎I̸ ̥̙̖͓͓͜h̞̗a̫̩͍v̰̭e̫͝!”
The porch was quiet for a second.
Then Stan laughed in his face. Literally got as close to
Dipper’s face as possible and let out a laugh so big and hearty that Dipper
could smell the garlic and onion sardine sandwich Stan had had for lunch.
Despite himself, Dipper reared back, his over sensitive nose
reeling from the reek.
“What the f̲̮͚u̜͉̱̼̩̥ͅc͏͓k̞̪͖͍̹ͅ Grunkle Stan that is so ǧ̵̻͇̙͊͑͊r͙͖͓͓͇͂ǫ̥͙͎͓̯̓͌ŝ͎͍̕s̮͈̙̲̟̽̂̑̿͂̑.”
Stan continued laughing, smacking his hand on his bare knees
as he got a look at the face Dipper was pulling. Wiping tears from his eyes,
Stan finally managed to choke out, “Kid, you’re… really something. Adorable.
Yeah, that’s it, adorable.”
“Staaaan-“ Was that a whine in his voice. Fuck, it was.
Dipper was not really doing a good job selling his case to Stan. “If only you’ve
seen the things I’ve Seen, done the things I’ve Don-“
“Did you cripple a man for seventy cents and half a
cigarette?”
The question came out of nowhere and completely froze him
up.
“Uh, what?”
Stan was smiling.
It wasn’t a nice smile.
“Tell you what Dipper. You get back to me with all that ‘boo-hoo
I’m a terrible person’ shit after you steal the shoes from the woman next to
you at the shelter because you’re tired of having your feet hurt.”
Dipper didn’t want to know this, he really didn’t want to
know this-
“Grunkle Stan, I didn’t-“
The smile was still there but Stan’s face around it was so
painfully tired and old looking. “Come back to me when you start drooling at
lost dog posters because if you can manage it, there’s a reward and a free meal
in it for you.”
“Stan-“
The smile, that terrible awful con man fake plastic grin,
finally drained away from Stan’s face, leaving only a tired, sad old man. Stan
rested a hand on Dipper’s shoulder.
“Look Dipper. You’re a monster. So am I- and don’t even try to
argue, that’s a game you will lose and you won’t like it. You’ve done terrible
awful things? Me too. Can’t look yourself in the mirror? Welcome to the club.
But here’s the thing.”
Stan squeezed Dipper’s shoulder hard, squeezed like it was
the last chance he would ever get to do so again.
“We take what we’ve done and we own it. We own up to it, and
we keep it hidden away-“
“But-“
“We keep it hidden.
Until… until it’s needed. You hear me?”
Dipper was still for a long moment. Felt the hunger that was
forever coiling in his stomach, the last remnants of soul from the day before
dissolving into his system, the voice that was forever reminding him how much
easier everything would be if people did as he said-
“Your sister trusts us. She trusts us to be good uncles and
to love those kids. You going to let Mabel down?”
In the house, Mabel stirs in her nap as Dipper responds. “N̶̵̖̬̫̠̳̮͔̝̜̤̕͠ͅÒ̻̤̳͙͉͉̯͟.”
“Well there you go. We’re terrible, and we’re going to have
nieces and nephews in the house.”
Stan got up and looked at Dipper, who was beginning to fade
back into incorporeality.
“Are you going to deal with it like a man or take the easy
way out and leave?”
Stan went inside and Dipper scowled.
He hated it when
Stan was right.
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