Willow woke disoriented and short of breath. Automatically she groped
for her inhaler, frowning when the attack passed as quickly as it had
come on.Why…oh, right. If this place was even partially her uncle’s
mindscape, then he’d use his power and keep her from having an attack,
no matter how scattered he was. It wouldn’t work in reality, or anywhere
but the mindscape, but in here…it seemed the usual rules didn’t
apply.She was torn for a second between irritation at being coddled and
touched that he still watched out for her, even when he was literally
torn apart.Touched won, but only just. Mostly because, well, Uncle Dipper was suffering right now, but still watching out for them.
Suddenly realizing that she was leaning on something soft, something
that smelled familiar, she sat up in a rush. Lolonja baa-ed at her
softly and comfortingly, and Willow felt herself relax.Lolonja was good to have around, almost like having part of her Uncle Dipper here.
Glancing around, she saw Smooches patrolling a close circle with them
at the center, turning to look when they heard Lolonja’s baa.“T҉h͘e ͜S͠hack͘ i҉s nea͘r,” Lolonja said quietly as Willow got to her feet. “Sha͞l͏l we g҉o t͜h̸ere f͢i̢r̨st͝?”
“I suppose someone has to,” Willow said finally, as the urge to go out there, find parts of Uncle Dipper,
do something
, fought with the knowledge that she needed to be responsible, and the responsible thing to do was to regroup at the Shack.
“There͏ ͡m̨ay be̢ part ̵o͝f̶ th͜e͞ Ma͜st̵er at͜ t̕he Shac̡k͞,”
Lolonja offered, as if sensing what Willow was thinking. “It ͟is̸ his͏
ho̵me̵, so s̡o͜m͘e̕ par̵t̶ o͝f h̶i̸m҉ ͜ve̕r̨y li͟k̛ely ͏may ̧h̸ave̵
fle̵d th͟ere.”
Tag: the flock
Psychic Singularity Ch 17
Reina had known the Pines family since she was little. She thought
she had seen pretty much everything they could throw at her. She’d grown
up in Gravity Falls, her uncle-in-law was a demon, she was part of the
Pines family now for goodness sake!But she wasn’t prepared for any of this.
Lying on her back and staring up at the grey-blue sky, Reina wondered
again just what it was Acacia saw in her. She loved Acacia with all her
heart, but she didn’t love all…all this. The danger, and the
violence…Acacia was worth it, but Reina was…normal. Not exciting. An
accountant, for fuck’s sake!Groaning softly, Reina pushed herself up into a sitting position,
burying her face in her arms for a moment. It didn’t matter right now
either way. Maybe she should have stayed at the Community Center…no.
No, she wanted to stay at the Community Center, but Acacia needed her
uncle back, and while Reina and Dipper didn’t always see eye to eye, she
loved him.Acacia would find her, sooner or later, and they’d get Uncle Dipper back together, and everything would go back to normal.
can i have my nightmare naming privileges back yet? I promise there will be less puns…
Idk you know we are terribly allergic to puns around here
Psychic Singularity Ch 16
Melody woke up with her face buried in something soft, warm, and faintly smelling of raspberries.
She squeaked and flailed, finally managing to pull her face from the
wool of a nightmare, who was watching her with a mixture of concern and
amusement, which was an interesting expression for a sheep.“Well,” she said, sitting back on her heels. “That was different.”
The sheep nodded solemnly, a second coming up to nudge at Melody’s
shoulder. Melody worked herself up to her feet, patting herself off. “I
missed your names in all the confusion,” she commented.“M̢a͝r̴y,” the nightmare she’d faceplanted into said, while the other baaed out, “Gra̕sblut̡tr͟in̵k͜er͏.”
Melody paused for a moment before shrugging. “Grass…blood drinker?
Okay. Right. Anyway.” She looked around, hands on hips, and sighed.
“Yeah, I have no clue where we are. That was…” she sighed again.Really, Melody thought she’d gotten used to things in Gravity Falls
since moving there permanently. She’d even gotten used to Soos’
not-quite-but-totally-was little brother being a literal demon now, even
if it killed her sometimes to remember how small he’d been when the
Transcendence happened, the few times she’d seen him before it all went
down.“I’m getting too old for this,” Melody muttered, before clapping her
hands, startling the nightmares. “Right! No more complaining! Off we
go!” She paused again, looking around at the unfamiliar landscape.
“Which way do you vote?”Both nightmares did their equivalent to a shrug, before Mary said, “This
wa̷y̶,҉ p̧erha̶ps? I͝ ̸bel͘i̶ev̕e i̴n t̛his ̶pla͘c͜e ͢t̷h͢ąt ͘o̢ur͢
in̢tentio͞ns҉ ̕coun͜t a̧s mưc͜h as ̸our di͘re͞c͘tions͠.”“Eh, sounds as good of a plan as any,” Melody agreed. “Ugh, wish I’d worn better shoes today for hiking.”
The Wrong Demon
This post inspired me to write a little something for the first kid that was talked about. It’s probably a bit different then originally intended but I had fun 🙂
The kid had only been about three months old when their family decided to offer them to the demon, had only been three months old when they got the wrong one, three months old when the wrong demon picked them up, hands bloodied, not entirely sure what to do with the crying infant.
Jacob’s sheep have two to six horns. They make wonderful skulls, but more wonderful animals!
@transcendence-au I’ve found some of the Flock
ah yes, the great Horn Off of 2119, which finally ended when the Flock ran out of room for h o r n s
More nightmares for the nightmare pile.
Psychic Singularity Ch 15
Soos woke to the feeling of something licking his cheek, already laughing and shoving it away before he was fully awake.
It turned out to be a nightmare, and Soos sat up, still laughing, to pet it.
“Man, am I glad to see you dudes,” he said as the second nightmare
trotted up. “How about that, that whatever it was, huh? Looks like it
got all of us.”“I͏ don’͡t k͏no̕w ͟w͝here a͟ny̶one̴ els̴e is͢,” the first nightmare
baaed, a little pathetically, but then again they were used to having
the rest of the Flock around them to back them up and were feeling a bit
exposed with just one other Flockmember and a human.“Hoo man, that’s…that’s gonna make things harder,” Soos agreed,
climbing to his feet and adjusting his hat. “But we found each other
during the Oddpocolypse, we can do it now!”The nightmares seemed to take heart at that, waiting patiently as Soos looked around.
“Okay, I have no clue which way to go here,” Soos admitted. “These aren’t the normal woods. You dudes got any ideas?”
“I͜ ̸t͠hink͏.̢..w̶e m͜i̧gh̢t ̵fin̕d ̶par̕t̴ ҉o͜f̧ ̡the̵
̨Mas̸ţe͞r…̨t̸h̷a̛t ͢w͟ay̴,” the first nightmare, one Soos regonized
as Steve, said.“P̕e͝rhaps h͘e͡ ca͜n̵ ͜l͢e̶a͟d̡ us̡ t̷o ̢th̡e S͜h̸a͠ck̛ and͜ the ͡o͢t̕he̵rs̛,” Sheep, the other nightmare, said hopefully.
Soos shrugged. “Good a plan as any,” he said. “Lead on, Steve dude!”
Steve drew himself up, gave a little shake, and started walking.
sheep sheep sheep!
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