#[ooc: hi other dipper!!!]

[mista-mystery]

UHHH

-Ford

AND HES PREGNANT? AND THE KIDS KNOW??

[totally-not-dipper-pines]

Hello from another world!

My sister let me hold onto her interdimensional communicator while she ran off into the woods, shouting something about unicorns.

Not sure if I should be concerned. I probably should be. I’m sure it’s fine.

- Dipper 🌲

Another one? You arent evil and/or paper right?

[imdopperpines]

Another... another me? How is this possible?

”…What?”

Dipper’s eyes widen, and he takes an instinctive step backwards. This isn’t the first time he’s dealt with a copy of himself (that time he copied himself using Grunkle Stan’s printer and when they had to fight that shapeshifter come to mind first), but those times had reasons. Explanations.

This has neither of those things. And yet, there’s this feeling in his chest, telling him that this isn’t a trick. Except—

(What if this is Bill? a small voice in the back of his head whispers, and Dipper’s shoulders stiffen. He could be trying to use a different angle to trick me, after possessing me failed.)

“You’re… really me?” he asks, unable to cover the hint of suspicion in his tone. Against his better judgement, Dipper takes a small step forward, narrowing his eyes at his double. No yellow eyes or narrowed pupils, he notes, but that doesn’t mean that this isn’t Bill. I should be careful.

And even if this isn’t Bill, it would be good to get a backstory, to know how this happened. (And, okay, he can’t deny he’s kind of really curious. Maybe this other him knows things he hasn’t found out yet! Or maybe having two hims would mean being able to solve the mysteries of Gravity Falls so much easier!) “How did you get here? There- I’ve never seen anything in the Journal about alternative versions of a person—other than shapeshifters, and the only shapeshifter I know if safely locked up—, and I don’t think you’re a printed copy of me. …you’re not a printed copy of me, right?”

[zomb-core]

۫ ꣑ৎ TO SEE THE STARS || carl grimes x female reader

summary: you and carl like to watch the stars together.

(intended lowercase)

warnings: none.

pure fluff

you and carl had a tradition.

every night the two of you would sneak out of your windows and meet by the side wall of alexandria and discreetly climb over it. you had found a clearing in the forest that surrounded the community, it was small but it allowed you to see the sky.

it was childish, but you had always enjoyed the stars even before the apocalypse and now that the world was void of working factories the sky was as clear as ever. carl had never expressed much care for stargazing, but he cared for you so he made it a point to sneak over the walls to watch the stars with you.

so here you were, leaning against the trunk of a tree and scanning the night sky for constellations. your head rested against carl's shoulder as you pointed towards a cluster of stars akin to the big dipper.

“look,” you instructed, a geeky smile taking over your face. “I told you we'd see one soon.”

you and him had bet on how long it would take you to see a constellation; you had bet a few days while he had bet at least a week,

and you had ended up being right.

you turned your head to look at carl after being met with silence instead of his usual quip.

“carl?”

his expression was soft and he seemed to be lost in thought, it was cute, you loved when he would let his guard down and just be content with you.

“hm?”

you could only assume this was one of those nights where you just sat in each other's presence from how distant carl seemed. you enjoyed these moments with him, even if it was quiet and you both just sat there staring at the sky or deep in thought, it was a nice getaway from the state of the world.

you stared contently into the darkness above you, the bright stars that punctuated the sky reflecting into your eyes. carl’s arm came to wrap around you, pulling you closer, the contact being a nice contrast to the cool night air. you inhaled deeply, savoring the scent of him.

the thought of him invaded your mind instead of the sight presented to you overhead. you never thought you'd find love, even before the apocalypse it always seemed like a foreign subject, but in this moment you were certain love existed and even more certain that this was it.

your eyes found their way back to him and you were surprised to find him already looking. his eye rested on your face, his lips parted in thought. his gaze was tentative and there was a familiar gentleness in it that made your heart swarm.

“you’re staring.” your words edged on more of a statement than an accusation. something about the way his eye examined you as he daydreamed seemed to awaken a tender feeling in you, even small actions like this never failed to make you feel love struck.

“you look so perfect,” his voice was barely above a whisper but it seemed to echo in your head.

the compliment brought a pink flush to your cheeks, a smile accompanying it as you gave him a gentle nudge, “you're a dork.”

you leaned up to press a kiss against the tip of his nose breaking him out of his daze. “says you.”

his hand moved to cradle your cheek, leaning forward to capture your lips in a kiss. the kiss was delicate and unhurried, his nose brushing against yours occasionally, and your breath mingled when you pulled away.

you leaned into the hand cupping your cheek and stared up at him,

maybe the tradition wasn't just to see the stars.

a/n: if this is ooc or bad I'm sorry, I wrote it half asleep!!

masterlist

[licorice-tea]

I Wish You Knew I Was Real

Pairing: Vinsmoke Sanji x reader

Content: strawhat! reader, fluff and feelings, confessions, midnight snacks (literally), mentions of WCI but no huge spoilers, reader has no specified gender

Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: first fic of the new year! i don’t usually write for sanji so i hope this isn’t ooc… anyway, enjoy! also lmk what you think bc idrk how i feel about this one 🤷‍♀️

It’s well past midnight when you sneak into the kitchen of the Thousand Sunny to fix yourself a snack. It wouldn’t really matter if you get caught, seeing as it’s your ship too, but you’d rather not wake up or bother your crewmates.

“Y/n?”

You pause your chopping to find the source of the voice, Sanji, standing in the doorway. He yawns behind his hand as he walks in, “It’s the middle of the night, what are you doing up here?”

“I just got hungry.” But as soon as he’s close enough to see your hands working on cutting up fruit, he seems appalled. “What’s wrong?”

In Sanji’s mind, you should never have to cook for yourself. At least, not when he’s there on the same ship. Not when he would always be so willing and ready to help you out; to use his skills to please you.

“Why didn’t you wake me up? You know I can do it for you, sweetheart-“

“That’s why I tried not to wake you up. You need to get your rest, but I guess I was too noisy, huh?”

Sanji shakes his head determinedly, then gently moves his left hand over yours to take the knife while also holding your waist with his right so that he can maneuver you away from the cutting board. You let him, and he explains, “I get plenty of rest; if you ever need something, y/n, you can come to me. Day or night.”

You hum in acceptance of his statement, and feel content with simply watching him cut the apple into slices from your place beside him. He finishes creating the perfect little slices quickly, then goes the extra mile by carving small triangles out of the peel of each. A smile grows on your lips as you realize they’re meant to look like little bunnies; and they do.

“Cute,” you muse quietly at his creation “Thank you, Sanji.”

The cook smiles to himself before looking over at you, “I thought you’d like them more this way.”

This makes you laugh before replying, “Like a kid who only eats dinosaur shaped nuggets?”

“No, no,” he chuckles as well, “but I know you have an appreciation for aesthetics. Besides, I was right wasn’t I? You think they’re cute, so that’s all that matters.” Sanji says while plating the bunny-apple slices.

You scoot closer, so that your sides are pressed against each other, in a futile attempt to reach across and grab the plate. But, Sanji stops you again with his gentle touch (he’s always so very soft with you, rather than overbearing and borderline obsessive. But, you’d like love him either way.)

His right hand stays on your wrist as his left reaches up into a cabinet to grab the honey jar. He makes a display of lifting a generous amount of honey using the honey dipper over your plate, and drizzling it over the apples. Enough to satisfy your sweet tooth, but not so much it will create a sticky mess.

“Perfect.” he gestures for you to go sit at the kitchen island, but you insist you can “carry the plate just fine.” To which Sanji replies, “I know, but I don’t mind. I like taking care of you like this.”

There’s a faint tinge of red on his cheeks, but you’d never mention it. Especially not when your own, not so platonic feelings for the cook seem to constantly be in the back of your mind these days.

You take a seat on one of the stools at the kitchen island, and Sanji presents your midnight snack with a flourish. “Enjoy, y/n.” He’s walks away to wash his hands, and you expect him to return to sit beside you, but then he walks toward the door.

“Sanji…” He pauses and looks back at you, “Do you want to stay?” You feel sort of awful asking, really, because he’s probably tired, but something inside you just can’t let him go.

And sure enough, his lips curve up into a smile. “I thought you’d never ask!”

He pulls out the stool next to yours and slides onto it, then rests his arm on the back of your seat. The proximity is not unwelcome- you felt it never could be when it came from him- but even if he was, he’s not invading your space. More so creating a kind of link between the two of you, and a feeling of closeness beyond the physical.

You take a bite of one of your apple slices, only to frown slightly when you pull the half eaten slice away from your mouth and realize you’ve destroyed the bunny. Sanji nearly laughs, for he has a similar empathetic disposition and knows how you feel, but then he notices something.

There’s a smidge of honey left behind on the corner of your mouth, which you have not taken notice of, because if you had you surely would’ve licked it up. Even the thought of that sight could make him act a fool, but he’ll try his best not to (just for you.)

“Look here.” he says in a near whisper, and you do. With no other words, he cups your chin and wipes the honey from your lips with his thumb. Your eyes go wide at the first action (when he touches your face to begin with), but they seem to soften when you realize what he’s doing. Sanji takes notice of this too, and just offers a smile. Because what else can he do?

He’s a flirt; he knows that, and so do you, and everyone else he’s ever met. So if he ever were to make a move on you, there’s no way you’d take him seriously. Then again, that’s why he tries to tone down his flirting with you in the first place. He can’t stand the thought of you being under the impression that you’re the same as every girl in the world is to him; because you’re not. You’re… special, in a way. He feels bad saying you’re his favorite of the many objects of his affections, because he has genuine love for so many people (you are though.) But, he can say with certainty that his feelings for you are the only serious ones. No matter how many women he tries to woo on all the adventures of the Straw Hats, he’ll always come back to you. Sanji will always choose you.

“Um, Sanji?” His hand is still on your jaw with his thumb on your bottom lip, so you pull it away with gentle force. “Sanji?” Hearing your sweet voice pulls him out of his stupor (the first time, he was concentrated on simply the sound of your voice.)

“Sorry, sweetness, I uh… Your pretty lips distracted me for a second~” Sanji purposely exaggerates his tone a little, so you just accept his reasoning with a giggle.

“Sure thing, Sanji.”

You eat your apple slices in comfortable silence for a bit, thinking of the aforementioned feelings you’ve been harboring for the chef since… Who knows- but you didn’t realize these feelings until you saw him for the first time after 2 years spent training apart. There had never been such a strong excitement in your voice as when you called his name that day, and he launched himself onto you in a tight hug. You had walked to the predetermined meeting place and entered the bar together, hand in hand. It felt so natural, too; like your hands were meant to fit together. Of course, you’d never voice these feelings, because if Sanji had feelings for you surely he’d tell you. Eventually, you hope. This brings about another question in your mind;

“Why do you like women? I mean, like, every woman we meet, even if she’s an enemy?”

He shrugs slightly, “At one point, the only people who were kind to me were women. Remember I told you about my mom and my sister?” During the Whole Cake Island experience, Sanji had in fact explained more about his relationships with his family members, and you recalled how his mother and sister were the only ones that showed him any sort of empathy.

“Mhm… That makes sense.” a moment of silence passes, as you’re a little nervous to ask this next question. “And why do you like me?”

The cook’s eyes widen like a deer in headlights, and he glances at you before concentrating on the surface of the island table. “I… I like this crew because you’re all my nakama. But…” It’s unusual to hear the typically very passionate man say something so quietly. You tilt your head as if to say, “Go on. I’m listening,” so he continues, “You’re important to me, y/n.”

“Good, you’re important to me, too.”

“Really?” Sanji seems a little shocked, “You know, I… I try not to be the way I am with women, with you, because I want you to take me seriously. I want you to know I mean it when I say nice things or do favors for you. I want you to know that it’s real.”

“I do take you seriously.”

Then, he takes a deep breath and puts both of his hands around one of yours, “And I want you to take my feelings for you seriously, when I confess them to you.”

“…Didn’t you just…?”

He grins and shakes his head, “No, y/n. When I confess the type of feelings I have for you and the extent of them, I’ll do it much more romantically than this.” Sanji looks positively giddy now, smiling and tightly (but not uncomfortably) holding your hand. “I just want you to know that what I feel for you is real.” And with that, he plants a chaste kiss on your cheek. It’s nothing like his occasionally vulgar and pg-13 methods of wooing women, but it makes your heart skip a beat. You’re sort of at a loss for words…

This time you’re the one pulled out of a daze by the other’s voice when he says, “Goodnight, y/n.”

“Oh, goodnight Sanji.” You smile at him, and he smiles back before nodding at you and leaving.

Even if that wasn’t a real confession, and maybe the timing wasn’t quite right, you were still biting back a smile as you rinsed off your plate and placed it in the dishwasher. But now you have a real confession to look forwards to, according to Sanji.

[billcipher-rpblog]

ooc: A not at all comprehensive timeline of everything that has happened in the past like week or so. you’re so welcome - @butterfly-eye 🦋

SUNDAY, 25/8/2024

Bill meets a pre-betrayal Ford (perspective-scientist)

Bill bullies a high school student over a failed test

People begin to question Bill and Ford’s relationship and also Bill’s emotional stability. Bill denies that they were together, but admits Ford “MATTERED TO [him] A LITTLE.”.

The Bill Cipher hug arc begins.

Wendy prank calls the Therapism

Bill explains that one of the reasons he refuses to recover because he will be reincarnated as a new being without his memories.

MONDAY, 26/8/2024

Hug anon ramps up the pressure. They will hug this triangle.

Ronishappy makes a deal with Bill: if he makes a portal for Bill, he can eat Bill’s hat.

The hat is yucky but a deal is a deal. Ron explodes the portal he made.

Anons continue torturing Bill with reminders of his existentially horrifying backstory.

Bill writes poetry. He doesn’t share it but he does write it.

If Bill was a crustacean, he would simply Not Be One.

17ghostsinatrenchcoat makes Bill a new, ford-free header.

Ron gets a portal for Bill, but can’t break the glass :(

Bill Gets The Hug.

TUESDAY, 27/8/2024

A Ford (ford-between-dimensions) tries to get past Ford to shut down the portal he made.

Bill tries to keep denying that he was in a relationship with Ford at any point.

Past-Ford ducks out of the whole ordeal. Bill says he wants “a Ford who won’t leave [him]”

Ford and Bill keep fighting on main

Ron tries to get Bill to forgive him :(

Bill’s mother is there???

After a little needling, Bill admits that he and Ford were together and that Ford dumped him.

Ford shows up to the Therapism. Bill tries to ask Ford to break him out. They argue.

Karaoke Night is brought up.

Bill continues to be tormented about his childhood.

WEDNESDAY, 28/8/2024

Ron tries to make another portal for Bill! Unfortunately, Minecraft Nether portals do not work for real interdimensional travel.

Bill still loves Sixer. It is not mutual.

Someone snitches on Bill to the Axolotl.

Bill gets bullied by a lesser deity (kanonswifesfwblog)

Ron makes another new portal.

Fox anon is also working on a portal. I don’t remember when this started.

Mod learns how to do yellow text

Bill is bullied by therapy.

Ron finishes his new portal!

Ron’s new portal lights on fire.

Bill and Ford have another post-marital dispute because Ford accidentally called the “One Sixer Please” thing sweet.

Ron gets trapped in the bucket dimension and the portal is lost. Ford helps him get home.

THURSDAY, 29/8/2024

Dipper and Bill fight. mixter-therapy-deity tries to mediate.

Ron returns home safe and traumatized.

Bill slips up and says he doesn’t care about Ron’s feelings and was just using him. Ron is vexed.

Bill apologizes and ‘promises’ to care more about Ron. I think he and Ford adopted a child together despite being divorced.

Fox anon finishes their portal but turns it off at the last second.

17ghostsinatrenchcoat creates a rift and activates it.

Bill says something not-mean to Ron.

Bill fucked the old man.

Will Cipher shows up and Bill has an Issue with it.

Bill is freeeeee! He starts breaking out all the other Bills too.

Ron gives his triangle dad some presents :3

Bill stalls with starting Weirdmageddon 2.0

Ford and Bill have the single most childish argument they ever have /vpos and Bill starts?? flirting??

FRIDAY, 30/8/2024

We found Waldo (ask-lumpy-waldo)

Mod discovers that yellow text doesnt work

The Billford flirting turns back into arguing.

Fish Anon wants them to just kiss already (literally)

Karaoke Night.

Bill threatens the Anons.

mixter-therapy-deity learns of Bill’s escape

Bill emotionally manipulates Past-Ford into solving the formula for the barrier around Gravity Falls.

The Collector doesn’t know what’s going on but they’re scared.

Bill may or may not be the biological father of Phineas Flynn.

Bill’s mental health is once again called into question.

Ron is helping Ford escape the Nightmare Realm, to Bill’s chagrin.

Fresh Sans is here

Bill gets bullied by a moth (moonstone-chaos)

Bill is bullied by a teenage girl.

Bill is ghosted by his ex.

The Therapy Deity promises to recapture Bill.

The Collector tries to teach Bill about compassion. Results pending.

(Mod) HELP THIS IS AMAZING?? This is actually so funny, I laughed irl a lot so many times while reading this-

Uh yeah to those confused anons who aren't crusty iPad kids who check tumblr every 5 seconds like me, feel free to use this guide to catch up (I might put in updates too, we'll see how this goes)

[absolute-hooligan]

hi yes hello @void-dude's silly stan and square man adventures has me knawing on the walls, and i've written a silly (probably a little ooc) human(ish) tad fic in a fixation induced fuge state lmao. it's not beta'd, and only lightly edited (so far), so it's all a little subject to change, but hey! it's here! and it'll probably get more added to it tbh

i hope it brings y'all a little bit of joy :)

(ao3 link for anyone who wants to read it there: https://archiveofourown.org/works/59529469)

“T… tad… Tad! Grunkle Tad wake up!”

Wha… why’s everything sound like it’s underwater? Who was… wazat Mabel? Hehe, I like Mabel, real wildcard she is. Sounds kinda worried though…? Wait- MABEL?!

Tad shot upright, nearly bashing his head into Ford’s on the way. He looked around frantically for Mabel - who sounded pretty distraught while he was… why was he passed out? Not important- the kid he was looking for had just thrown herself into his arms.

“Mabes, sweetie, are you okay?” Tad asked, one hand coming to rest on her back, and the other reaching to cradle her face in a palm.

The poor girl was sniffling, eyes still watery from tearing up - her tears must’ve stopped before any could fall. “Grunkle Tad, we thought you died!”

Tad almost wants to laugh - death? Him? Don’t be ridiculous! - but the sincerity in her eyes stops him. Suddenly, Ford - who he’d forgotten was next to him the whole time - cleared his throat, gaining the attention of both him and Mabel.

“I’m glad to see you’re alright, Tad,” the man said, the genuine nature of it coming through his gaze more than tone. “And that you’re um… adjusting well.”

Tad quirked his brow at that- wait… wait that’s not right. That- two of them just moved. And wait a minute, his hands- holy carbuncle he has HUMAN HANDS-

Uh oh.

The last thing he heard before everything went fuzzy was Ford shouting his name.

By the second… okay, third time Tad had recovered from his fainting spell, he’d been relatively caught up with the situation:

Ford and Mabel - and himself, of course - went on a little mini adventure to collect some things in the secret bunker. Ford also apparently wanted to make sure that the shapeshifter was still frozen, and make sure that it wouldn’t ever be not frozen again. Mabel insisted she tag along - she’d defeated it before, after all - and with a wildly impressive “puppy dog eyes” maneuver, she got her way.

Tad, well, he came along for moral support - and backup, if things got real dire.

Long story very, very short, Tad found and touched something he shouldn’t have, and now he was stuck as a human for a few days. What was he going to do while he was trapped like this? Well, the only thing he ever found worth doing, messing with Stanley Pines.

As they were leaving the bunker, Tad made sure to clue Mabel in on the scheme - she was more than happy to help. Ford took little convincing - something about needing to be honest about the situation first and foremost - before Mabel’s eyes worked their magic a second time. It also probably helped that messing with one’s sibling was written into a brother's blood m, genius or no.

With the plan set, the three excitedly made their way back to the Shack, ready to prank the pants off of Grunkle Stan (Mabel’s words, not mine).

•••

It was a dry spell at the Shack, and everyone minus Soos was bored because of it. Dipper was frantically writing something in his own journal - a gift from Ford - and muttering to himself. Boring. Wendy was out today, her old man was taking her and her brothers camping again. Again, boring. And Soos? Eh, Soos was around somewhere, Soos-ing the place up as per usual. 

Boring.

“We’re back!” Mabel shouted, smiling wide as can be as she flung the door open.

Stan, Dipper, and Ford cringed as the door slammed against the wall. “Ya don’t say…”

“What did you guys get?” Dipper said, hopping down from the barrel he’d been sitting on. “And where’s Great Uncle Tad?”

“Nothing important, Dipper,” Ford said, closing the door behind himself after Mabel skipped in. “Just some notes I thought I’d lost long ago.”

“And Grunkle Tad’s taking a nature walk!” Mabel grinned, “Said the bunker was too cramped, so he needs some outside time!”

Stan chose to ignore the pang of hurt that explanation brought. Instead, he tossed out a half hearted, “Hah! Wuss.”

If any of the other Pines present heard, they ignored him. Mabel was already debriefing about their adventure to a diligently writing Dipper, and Ford was shuffling through his coat pockets to find whatever he’d gone out for in the first place.

Domestic? Yes. Boring… also a little bit, yes. 

Stan sighed, leaning an arm on the desk to prop up his chin, and his free hand coming up to drum against the well worn wood.

A few minutes - seconds? Who knows, he’s not countin! - pass before Stan hears the bell above the door chime. Snapping out of his staring spell, he quickly puts on the Mister Mystery act.

“Welcome, dear customer, to the Mystery Shack!” he’s all smiles and customer service before he even looks at who just walked in. “What can I do for you- Holy Moses…

If Stan had any brain function right now, he’d be embarrassed by how he’d whispered out the unplanned part of his spiel. But right now? Every neuron in his brain was either shut down or rapidly firing, because a beautiful man had just walked in. That’s beautiful with a capital B, folks!

The guy was tall - maybe a good three inches taller than him - broad shouldered, and judging by his face, was probably in his late fifties. His skin reminded Stan of the sand back in Jersey, with a squarish face and nose that he could tell fit the man without hearing him speak. And that hair- talk about a silver fox! The guy was rocking a relatively laid back pompadour, a couple of strands that refused to stay back dangling over his face. If Stan squinted, he could swear there were thin streaks of blue broken up into the gray, but maybe it was just the light? And call him crazy, but the dude hasn’t opened his left eye at all since he walked in.

Ah shit- how long has he been staring?

“Mystery Shack, eh? Seems like a scam, if ya ask me,” the man chuckled to himself - it sounded eerily familiar. “You run this joint?”

Stan - sensing a challenge - squared his shoulders back, hands now perched on his cane. “Maybe, who’s askin’?”

The guy smirked - and Stan was briefly distracted by how good it looked. “Just a curious tourist,” he drawled, leaning forward and placing his relatively large hands on the table. “Vagabond passing through, y’know?”

Stan swallowed, and prayed the guy didn’t see or hear it.

“Cat got your tongue, boss man?” the man tilted his head in question, but the amusement in his eye didn’t wane. 

Stan was quick to wave his hand dismissively - knowing damn well he’d been caught. “As if! You just uh… remind me of someone, that’s all.”

Guy’s voice is almost too close. But it’s not him, it can’t be. There’s literally no way it could be!

The guy lifted one hand up, taking one finger to tilt Stan’s chin up to coax their eyes to meet. He smiled slowly, “Do I sound like your husband?”

What? What?

The guy- no, fucking Tad’s hand dropped back to the counter, a well suppressed fit of laughter now freely flowing.

“Yes! Oh man, I got you, got you!” he turned on his heels to grin at Mabel, who was bouncing on her heels. “Nice plan, Mabes!”

She preened at the praise before settling her hands on her hips, and nodding to herself. “My work here is done.”

Stan - absolutely fucking dumbfounded - just looked between Tad, and every other person in the room, but mainly Ford.

“What the fuck did you do to him?” Stan asked, not quite angry, but definitely not calm.

Ford immediately held his hands up, “I didn’t do anything! He did this to himself!”

Stan’s gaze flicked back to Tad, who smiled sheepishly in response. He sighed, long and weary, before straightening up, and taking a steadying breath.

“I’m gonna need everyone-” Stan jabbed a finger towards Tad, “not you- to get out of this room in about five seconds. One…”

Ford quickly ushered the children away, Mabel throwing double thumbs up, and Dipper sputtering syllables that desperately wanted to be questions. Once Stan heard the door to the actual house shut, he sighed again.

“Turn the sign on the door, wouldja?” he asked. “Blinds too, if ya don’t mind.”

Tad - suddenly losing any and all upper hand he might’ve had in this situation - did just that. What was he supposed to do? He… he didn’t know. But holy dungarees was this human heart thing hammering-

“Oi, square eye,” Stan said, much softer than he had any right to. “C’mere, I wanna get a good look at ya.”

Tad silently obliged, making his way over and around the desk Stan stood behind. He stood there, waiting for his next order - Stan simply leant his cane against the wall, and set his fez down on the desk.

His eyes ran over Tad appraisingly, and sweet grilled cheese, did all human bodies feel like this when someone looked at them? His hands were trembling at his sides, and he almost cringed at how his breath hitched when Stan met his eyes.

“You come up with this yourself?”

“Huh?”

“The body,” Stan said, “Threads too.”

“Oh! I uh- yeah, yeah I did,” Tad chuckled nervously. “Not too shabby for a first timer, eh?”

Tad saw something flash in Stan’s eye at the phrasing, but the human laughed all the same. “It looks nice. You look nice.”

He was dying. Stanley Pines was going to kill him with compliments and Tad couldn’t be happier about it.

“I was hoping you’d like it,” Tad admitted. “Made sure I looked more your dating range.”

Stan snorted at that. “I’d call that a low blow if you weren’t right.”

The two fell silent again, Stan looking over Tad while the other squirmed from the attention.

Stan wasn’t lying when he said Tad looked nice - his internal dialogue earlier made that very clear - but gosh, knowing it was Tad made it so much better. It’s like he’d modeled himself off the guys Stan privately appreciated in passing when he was young. There were clearly parts inspired by Dean or Presley, but it was all buried under the fact that this body was so uniquely Tad.

“I like to think I got the clothes pretty spot on,” Tad said, more to break the silence than anything else. “Tried to get as close to “random sleazy schmuck” as I could.”

A slightly unbuttoned Hawaiian shirt, and some khakis? Yep, that’s about right… wait-

“Are you makin’ fun of me?” Stan asked, holding back a laugh at the scandalized sound Tad made.

“What? No- I would never!” Tad huffed, his tone sarcastic as all get. “I’d never copy an outfit you’ve worn before, call it slutty to your face, then deny I ever said it.”

“Ya just did, bud.”

Tad’s face took on a confused look, “Did what?”

The two stared at each other for about three seconds before cackling in chorus. Tad was - as he tended to be - less raucous than the human, letting him appreciate the genuine laughter he could bring out of Stan.

Sweet sarsaparilla, I’m so fucking gone for this man…

As their laughter peters out, Stan mimics the  chin move Tad did minutes ago, only now he’s gently coaxing him to lean down. Tad oblibliges, pointedly ignoring that damn human heart trying to escape his rib cage - it’s not his fault they were nearly nose to nose!

Stan’s eyes dart to Tad’s mouth for a split second before flicking back to the other’s eye. 

Suddenly, and without warning, Stanley Pines kisses Tad Strange’s cheek.

Tad feels his entire body lock up, and it’s suddenly too hot, but he also feels like if he looked at an ice cube it would melt instantly, but that has nothing to do with the fact he can’t move-

“Thought so,” Stan chuckles. “You blush blue like this.”

Tad just blinks, his jaw - metaphorically, of course - on the floor. He’s left bluescreening as Stan leaves the desk to rejoin the rest of his family. Tad follows the movement, still speechless.

The man stops in the doorway, turning his head to look over his shoulder. 

“Gonna get Greasy’s for dinner,” he said casually, “Wanna come with?”

“I uh… yeah- yeah! Yeah, sounds fun!”

As embarrassing as his inability to speak was, the snort Stan gave in response to it almost made it okay.

“Then get your ass over here, big guy.”

[reverse-pines-twins]

Hmm? Oh!

Well, hello one and all to the Tent of Telepathy! I'm your adorable host, Mabel Pines!

*The audience cheers.*

Oh, please, you're all too kind!

*An audience member calls* We love you Mabel!

Aw, you're too sweet. And please, call me Belle. Everyone around me does, anyways!

Mabel. Keep it down.

And this buzzkill- I mean, fine young fellow right here is my twin brother, Mason! Say hi, Mason!

...Do you have to be so obnoxious?

Say. Hi.

*He sighs. The audience waits with bated breath. He runs a hand through his hair and then grins brightly.*

Hello, folks! My sister and I are ecstatic to have you with us tonight! I hope you can't wait because we've got one hell of a show for you.

*The audience goes wild.*

Now, I know you've been here before. So of you I even know personally! Hi Cynthia.

*Someone, presumably Cynthia, faints.*

But for those of you new here, there's a box in the back where you can put in suggestions and comments for us to read.

We'll be reading them on stage, so don't put anything too weird, okay guys? Wouldn't wanna embarrass poor little me, right?

And remember - we love hearing from you but-

Don't waste our time.

Ooc: So I went to bed and then realized I hadn't put up an intro so yeah. That last line was done on mobile. Ten minutes just for that. Fun.

Hello everyone, I'm the mod @abyssal-author-and-artist, he/him or it/its for me. My friends are bad influences so this is my fifth rp blog or something. To round out the Reverse Falls universe and all.

RP Blogs I mostly interact with (though others are allowed and encouraged!) @gleeful-northwest-fam - Rev!Falls Pacifica, Gideon, Preston, and Bud @reverse-falls-stan - Reverse Falls Stan, run by the same person as above @reverse-falls-ford - Reverse Falls Ford @william-will-cipher - pretty sure this is the right blog for our Will (Hi Waffle!)

Both of them will have two moods - a stage persona and a more honest one where they're little annoyances who will insult you for fun. Mabel tends to be more in her stage persona while Mason sorta just hates being here and will roast you for existing - though both will do both and I will take requests if you want one of them to act either upbeat or pissed at everything.

Please don't take it too hard if I insult you in character - I'm just trying to be in character and there's no hard feelings there, I swear!

My asks are open! Ask them anything (check DNI for exceptions).

Tags: #belle of the ball - Mabel's stage persona #mabel's coffee - Mabel's offstage personality #lonely star - Mabel's most honest personality #ringleader - Mason's stage persona #why did you disturb me - Mason's offstage personality #little dipper - Mason's most honest personality #pay no attention to the man behind the curtain - ooc posting #audience requests - asks

DNI - No shippy asks - they're still children guys. (And yes, that includes insinuating relationships with ocs) No homophobia/transphobia/racism/etc GoFundMe asks will be deleted - this just isn't the place. I'm sorry. I will expand this as needed. Don't make me have to.

[mysteryshackaskblog]

Welcome one and all to the Mystery Shack Ask Blog! Ever wonder what's been going down with the Pines Family and the rest of Gravity Falls since the whole almost-end-of-the-world? It's time for a reunion and for some answers to all your burning questions.

The inbox is open for business, don't be shy!

More information below the cut!

OOC NOTES

Hi everyone! My name is Gus and I'll be running this ask/rp blog! I hope you guys are enjoying the Gravity Falls resurgence as much as I am!

This blog will be set around 3 years post-show, Mabel and Dipper are set to turn 16 this August 31st, and the year is 2015. Stan and Ford are visiting along with the twins to see Gravity Falls again and celebrate with old friends.

Various characters are available to ask and answer! The main cast will of course be Dipper, Mabel, Stan and Ford but also expect to see others like Soos & Melody, Pacifica, McGucket, Wendy, Grenda & Candy, and many more!

I'll do my best to answer all asks but some that are doubled up may be stepped over to avoid repeat questions and answers. There's also some rules I'd like people to keep in mind!

This is Blog is a LGBTQ and Neurodivergent friendly and run space! There will be headcanons to this effect and asks are allowed to highlight them! Please be respectful and understand this is not an actual, Canon blog. Opinions may differ and you are free to not engage if it's not your thing!

Be respectful in general really, swearing and pg13 and even more mature asks in line with new content like Book of Bill are allowed but try to keep it from being overly explicit, swearing and certain jokes are okay but bigotry, slur usage aren't allowed.

Some things may have trigger tags, and upsetting content may come up. I will do my best to treat it with care but if you want any specific things tagged that I miss or haven't considered please let me know and I'll tag the future and past content that requires it!

Some ships may come up, again, keeping in mind this is not a Canon run blog. They will all have their own tag as well as a general shipping tag so it can be avoided / blacklisted with ease! Though I ask in general: all ships pertaining to inc*st or minor/adult pairings are not brought up here, thank you!

That's all for now! I hope you guys can have fun and enjoy this space with me!

[mabel-p1nes]

HI!! I'm Mabel!!

Here I will post fun drawings, rando thoughts and cool pics

I'll also be signing off on asks with "-🌈💫"

Pics will be tagged: #Scrapbook time

Doodles will be tagged: #Mabel's art

my random thoughts will be: #Mabel's diary

Reblogs will be: #Mabels reblogs

Asks will be: #Mabel's asks

Here's my bro's blog! @totally-not-dipper-pines

(rules n stuff↓)

Ooc: please don't be weird, mod is a minor here's my main @c4yp71d

DNI: weirdos, proship etc etc

Rules: Mabel is 12! No romantic asks or $exual asks. Angst is okay and other RP blogs are cool too!! No book of Bill spoilers please!! Don't be weird too

[flowerburiedinrubble]

Expanded "Good Bill" BillFord AU

Has anyone expanded on the BillFord Good Bill Cipher AU?

What I mean by this is the idea that Bill Cipher began to backtrack on his original plan because he was "becoming more human," I don't mean physically as much as I mean getting emotionally attached to Ford and recognizing that Ford would hate the idea of being responsible for destroying his universe even if Bill sees it more as conquering. Yes, yes, super OOC, but that's the point of AUs.

So Bill backtracks and has to get Ford to stop working on something that can destroy the world Ford is fascinated by. And because Bill and Bill's friends basically live in different time realities, it's not like anyone would notice Bill missing for a human's lifespan so Bill wants to stay with Ford. Problem? Bill is still not in the physical world and laments this all while Ford is still on the idea of opening the portal to multidimensions and to Bill, of course. So Bill is trying to slow the project suddenly in Ford's perspective and taking it as a sign that Bill is losing confidence in him when it's Bill wanting to spend time with his weirdo in ways that wouldn't push Ford away. At this point, they're involved in whatever capacity.

Debating whether or not the idea that Ford does succeed in opening the portal but only for Bill per Bill's instructions because of vague "safety" issues that he doesn't explain to Ford. Bill exists now in Gravity Falls but only in Gravity Falls. He has a physical form but is limited to Gravity Falls.

(also debating whether Bill gets Ford to make him restrictions as a means to avoid a Weirdmageddon. Was picturing this in the form of a ring (haha married) so that Bill limits his own abilities because he knows himself and is too attached to Ford in the moment and wants to commit to this idea(thus a ring since it is a promise)).

Of course, Ford discovers Bill's original plan and that doesn't go over well. Bill tries to explain himself but it's hard to do that when he really was lying/manipulating Ford initially. Doesn't help that Bill isn't human and there's a disconnect for how he can explain in a rational way that doesn't make him sound crazy and obsessed with Ford and controlling Ford. Ford gets paranoid, canon events taking place while Bill is trying to get close to Ford, getting into his dreams, leaving notes, looking crazy to Ford and making Ford crazy in turn. Ford hides his journals so Bill doesn't know where Journals 2 or 3 are.

Enter Stanley and canon events except Bill tries to get to portal before losing Ford but fails and is limited in his abilities and access to other dimensions seeing as he now is more cemented in Earth's dimension ever since going through the portal.

Now it is up to Bill and Stanley to get the portal working again without Ford. It should be easier with two but both blame each other for Ford's state and absence. Ford wouldn't have fallen into the portal if it weren't for Stan! Well, Ford wouldn't have been driven to madness if it weren't for Bill!

Angry, limited, wary of the other- they work together. Stan builds a life in Gravity Falls like in canon- at this point, either Bill is always hidden in the Mystery Shack or he has got to get some sort of human form because he's a floating triangle and Stan is confused on many levels about his brother's relationship with this being but that's the least of his concerns.

Now to the canon events of the show. The twins arrive and they meet their Grunkle Stan, his employees Wendy and Soos and a strange friend/employee/family(?) Bill. He's still learning how to act human and Mabel enjoys him because he says and does weird things. Dipper finds him curious because no real answers are given to who this Bill guy is since he's kind of an employee of Stan's but he's closer and isn't typically working unless to mess with tourists. Mabel likes his "magic tricks" and Dipper is always trying to figure out how Bill did those "tricks." Bill is either missing or in the Mystery Shack. (not like he has another home, he's mainly working on the portal since he doesn't sleep). So he's strangely sometimes with them for dinners or random family times though mainly missing in action. (yes I like the idea of Bill wearing one of Ford's coats whether in his triangle or person form and he likely has gotten questioned on it by Mabel just like the mysterious ring he never (can't) take off))

I imagine it doesn't go over well when Dipper and Mabel are questioning if Grunkle Stan is even their Grunkle and that Bill doesn't even exist on any real record- or maybe finding out he isn't human. Though I imagine when Grunkle Stan defends them against Zombies that Bill would be there using his magic to defend the Pines as well and that conversation of "Kid, I've always known- We've always known" happens though isn't expanded on to further say that Bill literally is an anomaly in Gravity Falls- a dream demon.

Plenty to get deeper into and to add onto if anyone wants to play with this idea and delve into more specifics

[cervitaur-dipper]

Oh, hey.

I'm Dipper Pines, and I'm a cervitaur.

I'd, uh, honestly rather not give out too much right off the bat? Just a. A gut feeling. I've lost a lot of memories recently, actually. Kinda hard to tell everyone what I've been up to if you can't remember it, right? Not like I think I want to.

Anyways, come talk to me! I'm more than happy to talk about anything, really! I. I think.

My head hurts.

OOC under cut

This is. Really fucking insane. It was supposed to be normal and then it got not okay really fast.

Dipper will speak in green.

Dipper's being tortured by a Bill! Say hi to @theburningeyeofdawn, the Bill who's responsible for all of this! Yes I asked them to, this was all super agreed upon before. It was sort of improvised but I did immediately go "don't kill or maim the kid and we're chill" so yeah. Blame that Bill for everything here. (This is a joke, I literally asked for it and just be nice, okay?)

We have a memory gun! I repeat, we have a memory gun!

He has killed before and I might make him kill again, but he won't kill another person unless they ask, and even then, under extreme duress.

Ground rules: No nsfw asks - asks containing curse words, gore, death, or references to any of the bullshit I've had Dipper do are allowed, but nothing adult. No GoFundMe asks - it's a roleplay blog, sorry. Can't do much here! Don't be afraid to interact! I don't bite! (Well, he might threaten to stab you with his antlers but he's pretty harmless. More mentally scarred than anything.)

My main is @abyssal-author-and-artist and all art is from me! I like to draw lol.

Want a fun place to hang out and talk about Gravity Falls and Tumblr? Check out my friend's discord server!

[imdopperpines]

"My name is Dopper. DIPPER. Dipper Pines."

This is a brand new rp blog that I'm trying out, given my returning interest in Gravity Falls after The Book of Bill's release. As of so far, I don't have any rp mutuals, but I'm open to anyone!

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Just need to lay out some information first:

Hi, I'm the mod! You can call me CC! I'm transmasc, and use he/it pronouns.

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RULES:

🌲 I, the mod, am a minor (I'm 16), and so is the character I am roleplaying as. I will not be RP-ing smut at all, and most likely not any shipping content, either. No matter what, I don't want any content regarding: i.ncest or p.edophilia (put periods in those so it hopefully doesn't show up in searches regarding those things).

🌲 I don't mind if you're a personal account, but I will most likely only be doing rp with actual rp accounts. But I'll answer asks from personal accounts/anons in character as well probably!

🌲 It's alright if your muse is also Dipper! In fact, I think that could be interesting/fun!

🌲 I'm gonna be tagging anything triggering on here as such, but if you see something I missed, please feel free to let me know! I don't want to make anyone uncomfortable!

🌲 This is my first RP blog, so I ask that you be respectful about that. I don't mind advice and such on how to better set it up/run things, just, again, please be respectful!

🌲 I will block you if I see that you are racist, sexist, homophobic, transphobic, intersexist, acephobic, arophobic, etc! I'm not afraid to block people--and will be doing so as I see fit.

🌲 This blog is first and foremost for me, as Dipper is a huge comfort character of mine, and also a character I heavily relate to. If there's something I'm not comfortable RP-ing, I won't.

🌲 I will be roleplaying Dipper as transmasc, whatever that entails. I'm transmasc, and I see a lot of my own experiences through Dipper. If you have a problem with that, don't interact with my blog.

🌲 I will probably be primarily doing multi-paragraph responses, as I tend to write a lot of information. This means responses might take varied amounts of time.

🌲 I don't mind crossovers or AUs, so long as you specify what the crossover/AU is! There are a few fandoms I probably won't respond to/interact with (v.ivziepop fandoms, primarily), but other than that, as long as I know the fandom, it's mostly open reign!

🌲 I think that's all the rules - if anyone has any suggestions for rules and such to add, I'd love to hear them!

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SPECIFIC TAGS (as of right now, might be subject to change):

#🌲 | pine tree (rp) - general roleplay tag

#🪩 | disco girl! comin through! that girl is you! (ooc) - this is for anything ooc

#🔍 | uncovering the mysteries (rb) - for reblogs

#🧢 | dipper’s thoughts (open rp) - for just random thoughts from dipper that are open to anyone to rp with

#💫 | mystery twins - for anything involving mabel

#❓ | pterodactyl bros - for anything involving soos

#📔 | the journals!!! - for anything involving ford

#🥊 | time to get to work - for anything involving stan

#👁️ | ugh. him. - for anything involving bill

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NOTE: all RP icons I use come from here: https://misery-icons.tumblr.com/dippericons

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I believe that's all! So, uh, bye!

[fandomwe1rd0]

Made a fanfic from Rick and Morty's first meeting when Morty was a toddler, set in pre-canon

This was inspired by the fanfic "The Littlest Buddy" by Lol_doescrime. Check it out! Also before anyone says anything ik this is ooc but this was Rick before canon so shut up-

Rick told himself he wouldn't do this. But he was weak. He had to see his baby girl again. He set his portal gun to Prime's dimension, hoping to run into him during what he was about to do. He wasn't going to do anything bad! He was just going to...take a peek into Beth's room to see how his little girl has grown. That sounds really creepy. It was just going to be a quick peek ok? He wanted to see how his daughter grew up, sue him. 

Rick went to Prime's dimension. He walked over to the door and attempted to open it. Of fucking course it was locked. What did he expect? He pulled out a device from his pocket and unlocked it. He opened the door and closed it behind him as quietly as he possibly could, locking the door behind him. He looked around at the family photos. He heard that some Ricks stayed with abandoned adult Beths, exploiting their daughter's abandonment issues for free rent and food. Those Ricks digusted him. He'd give anything just to be around for his daughter's childhood. But that was impossible now. He saw a wedding photo of Beth with a light brown haired man. Jerry, he thinks. He doesn't really remember. He hasnt exactly heard good things about him, but Beth looked happy in the photo, so it didn't really matter. He saw a photo of a girl with orange hair and of a very young boy with dark brown hair. 

Rick tiptoed through the hallway, god he felt like such a creep, he saw a door at the end, he hoped it was Beth's room. He opened it and saw Beth. She was so grown up...she was laying on her bed with blonde hair laying on the pillow with subtle waves in her hair with pink pajamas. She looked so relaxed...he heard a man mumble her name and cuddle her. It was Jerry...his child found love...his grip on the doorknob tightened, his knuckles white. He missed so much...her graduation...her wedding...he shook his head and closed the door behind him slowly. He couldn't watch this. He wanted to reconnect with her so bad...but that wasn't his original daughter...his original one was...his shook his head vigorously as tears from in his eyes, as the memories came flooding back. Her confused face right before she... "It's all your fault." His inner voice sneered "You could've done something. But all you did was sit there. You idiot. You fucking-" SHUT UP! 

Rick turned around to leave but saw someone gawking at him. It was a small kid, he had to be very young, a toddler at oldest, he still had a dipper on. His eyes were wide and his lips were parted slightly. He had brown hair that looked like a helmet and had a yellow shirt with a dipper. Him and the kid just stared at each other.

This had to be Beth's kid...this wasn't the ideal way he wanted to meet his grandson. The kid tilted his head in a way that was admittedly cute and spoke "W-" Rick quickly stopped him, clamping a hand around the child's mouth before he could think and shushing him "Shh!" He didn't want the kid to get him busted. He didn't want to explain to Beth why a strange man was in the house watching her sleep. God he really did sound like a creep. Rick sighed and whispered "I'll remove my hand from your mouth but you have to stay quiet." His grandson nodded and he removed his hand from his mouth.

Rick's grandkid kept staring at him and Rick took their small hand and led them to their bedroom. It was weird for a kid to have their own bedroom, but they did have a nanny cam (which Rick did make sure to disable) He saw his crib and Legos scattered all over the room. Rick sighed, guess he should introduce himself, he got down to their level "Hey kid, what's your name?" The kid blinked looking confused, then made an cute "O" shape with his mouth, showcasing his bucktooth and spoke "M-Mowty! Morty!" Rick smiled, Rick wished his stutter was that adorable. He heard some Ricks talk about their Mortys, they mainly just seemed like a sidekick, something about brainwaves "Nice to meet cha' Morty. I'm Rick. Your grandpa." Morty smiled "G-grandpa! Grandpa Wi-Rick!"

Rick gasped slightly, turning his head down in an attempt to hide the tears in his eyes (like Morty could notice) and nodded, ignoring the way his throat tightened. Morty went over to Rick's pockets and pulled out a gun, which Rick quickly retracted "Oh no buddy, that's dangerous." He took out a toy that was originally made for Beth. "You'll like this more." He turned off the light and turned on the toy, planets and stars were shown, and Morty looked around with his mouth agape "Wowwwww...." Rick smiled "It's been a while since I've shown anyone my inventions, so I'm glad you like it." Morty nodded "I w-w-love it grandpa!" Rick flinched slightly, still not used to being called that. Damn kids were trusting. He remembered when he was trusting. He got his entire family killed.

Morty took the old man by his hand and lead him to a drawer where he pulled out a picture. "D-dis is my family!" He pointed at the drawing with stick men. One was a tall one labeled "Daddy" The other was a slightly shorter one with yellow lines (which Rick assumed was meant to be hair) labeled "Mommy" and the last one was orange lines labeled "Sister" Rick pretended to be interested, nodding slowly "Wowwww look at this, little Picasso!" Morty giggled despite not knowing who Picasso was. He walked over and got a blue crayon, and started drawing while laying on his stomach. Then he took a yellow crayon, and drew another one. After he was done, he proudly displayed it to Rick, practically shoving it in his face. "L-look at it!" It was a small yellow stick man labled "Me" holding the hand of a tall blue stickman "Grandpa Rick" Rick clenched his fists as he fought the tears that threatened to spill. "G-great work little buddy." Rick complimented, ruffling the young boys hair as he laughed. The kid took the grown-up's hand again and led them to a small bookshelf. He pulled up a book and practically shoved it in his hands. "C-can you read me a bedtime story Grandpa Rick?" Rick's grip tighten on the book and he nodded. The kid looked like he was barely able to keep himself up as Rick read the book to him. Rick occasionally put on silly voices while reading the book, making the toodler laugh.

Afterwards Morty yawned "I'm tired." He reached his arms out to Rick smiling and Rick picked the kid up and placed him in bed, tucking him in and, before he could stop himself, his parental insticts took over and he placed a kiss on the toddlers forehead. Causing them to giggle adorably. Rick couldn't help the smile that spread across his gace, "Night buddy." Morty yawned "Night grandpa.." Rick attempted to leave, but Morty grabbed his hand and let out a whine like a dog. Fuck. Rick sighed "I guess I can stay here for a bit longer buddy." Morty let put a tired smile and Rick stayed until Morty fell asleep, his chest rising and falling slowly. The old man took out his memory eraser and pointed it at the kid. "I'm sorry." He mumbled partially to the kid, partially to himself. He didn't want Morty talking about his grandpa to his parents. He couldn't be in their lives. He's no good to anybody until he finds the fucker that killed his wife.

He erased Morty's memory ignoring the tears rolling down his cheeks. He got a vial and put it in his pocket.

He was about to leave the room, but the drawing Morty made caught his eye. He ripped out the part that had him and Morty, folded it up, and put it in his wallet. He took one more look at his daughter all grown up before he opened a portal and left.

[reverse-pines-twins]

The Stage is Silent.

Where are the performers?

Belle. Mabel Pines. Sweet, cheerful, upbeat, temperamental, easily agitated. She'll burn herself out one day. Will anyone keep her from bursting into flames?

Beau. Mason Pines. The definition of "talented". Smart, resourceful, tragic, easily upset. He's always seen too much. Bad things happen to good people, Mason, and you aren't one.

The audience requests box stands alone in the middle of the stage.

Leave a request?

The Blindness Arc is fully underway (and we've got another massive event planned, too!). Asks are still encouraged!

Related RP blogs @gleeful-northwest-fam - Rev!Falls Pacifica, Gideon, Preston, and Bud @reverse-falls-stan - Reverse Falls Stan, run by the same person as above @reverse-falls-ford - Reverse Falls Ford @william-will-cipher - Will Cipher

My asks are open! Ask them anything (check DNI for exceptions).

Tags: #belle of the ball - her stage persona - Belle #mabel's coffee - her offstage persona - Mabel #lonely star - her most honest persona - Mabes #ringleader - his stage persona - Beau #why did you disturb me - his offstage persona - Mason #little dipper - his most honest personality - Dipper #pay no attention to the man behind the curtain - ooc posting #audience requests - asks #let belle and beau be kids - me letting the 12yos be 12yos #blindness arc - the most recent event

DNI - No shippy asks - they're still children guys. (And yes, that includes insinuating relationships with ocs) No homophobia/transphobia/racism/etc GoFundMe asks will be deleted - this just isn't the place. I'm sorry.

I will expand this as needed. Don't make me have to.

Oh, you know what's fun?

Want some lore? A place to hang out? Just a chill place? Well, then, join this discord server!

Ps. If you're wondering who on the server is me, I tell everyone that we bite! It's in my contract

[colorfullyminded]

PLSS TELL ME UR STILL DOING KISS THE COOKK!! its almost gunna b a year since ep 6 and i rlly need to know if the other 14 in the works. (take ur well deserved break u dont need to be making fics 24/7)

Oh wow, I wasn't sure if people still wanted that. To be honest, we actually have written up to chapter 8 (9 technically because there's an 8.5). All I really need to do is finish editing them before posting them. The reason I've been so hesitant is also my feelings towards the fic. I both love the fic and also feel incredibly self conscious with some of the decisions I chose in the fic (especially later chapters--some of which haven't been posted yet). I love writing smut, and I do think Wirt deserves to be written more unhinged than people allow him to be (he's a poet for godsake, if he can be so despondently dramatic laying on a couch-- you know his yearnings are just as fantastical, dramatic, and probably hella thirsty. And let's not mention Dipper's search history). I love writing these two because they're so multifaceted and I love trying different perspectives of their personality. Also writing with my friend Clubs has been amazing and I genuinely enjoyed his help with this fic! I want to continue this series when I'm more motivated to write. But again, for how much I love this fic, there are moments where I go back and read and blush and go "I'm sorry, I made Wirt say what? I made him do what?! IS THIS HOW HE WOULD ACT?! THIS DOESN'T SEEM RIGHT? WHATTHE FUCK WAS I ON TO THINK THIS WAS OKAY?!" (I'm in charge of Wirt's dialogue/actions in this story, Clubs does Dipper, and occasionally, though very rarely, we may also add something to the other's characterization). There are times I worry I've made him ooc. There's nothing necessarily wrong with that. I was having fun, I'm enjoying my extra smutty era (where all I wanna write is to be a problem) and honestly if I wanted to explain my reasonings I probably could make an accurate presentation on why Kiss the Cook is not that out of character. But I also do pride myself on my fics and a lot of comments I've received are about how well and real the characters feel. I feel so good that I'm able to articulate and present them in a way that feels genuine and makes the readers feel like it's just another adventure-- but with the two. I like bringing that feeling into my writing. And Kiss the cook, some elements do feel very much like the characters (Clubs does amazing with an older Dipper), but I do start to doubt some of Wirt's actions or my writing in this particular fic as being too "Horny on Main". So it's kind of a love/hate relationship I currently have with this piece of work. But if people do still love this fic and want to continue this adventure, maybe I should go back and get these chapters prepped for posting? Despite my fears, everyone who has commented on KTC have been very supportive and encouraging and sweet. So this whole anxiety and self doubt is probably just in my head. I shouldn't be so hard on myself. I do have other smut WIPS that tackle different layers and so I can always finish those up if I need to take a break from the wildness of KTC. So to answer your question, yes, we do have more in store, and maybe it's time I show you what we've cooked up (no matter how embarrassed I make the reader...or myself)