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[pitgxrl]

— “𝘝𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵.”

— “𝘐𝘯𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵.”

[emmikay]

[maceofspades-03]

This isn't necessarily for valentines I just wanted to draw them

AU by angelsite_ on tiktok

More under the cut!!

why is it so hard to format this

[alexfoundausername]

They are fishing for Gorgo’s ring :3

[garlicbread-mybeloved]

So. I saw @babyblankyerror 's post about Stan dying and being reborn in another Stan's body. And I thought of the potential this idea has. Like, Gravity Falls has countless AUs, Stan could have ended up in any of them! So, I decided to write a little something for the soul. Hope you enjoy :P

TW: main character death, passive/mentioned suicide ideation

Stan is prepared to die. He isn't happy about it, not like he would have been a few months ago, but prepared. The portal is dangerous, Stan is old, and those two factors don't really leave him with the best chances of survival. And that's okay. As long as Ford and the kids aren't hurt, everything would be fine.

His back hurts like Hell, though, and he can't feel his legs, which... Probably isn't good, but Stan can't bring himself to care because Ford is back. Through a slowly spreading haze, Stan can see the man approaching rapidly, six-fingered hand hurriedly pulling the hood off his head. The mask slides down his face next, and Stan can finally see Ford in all his sci-fi glory.

It's weird, seeing a face so similar to his contorted into such a desperate frown, while feeling the corners of his own lips pull up in a tired smile. A cascade of footsteps sounds from somewhere to his left, two skittish sets followed by a heavier, sturdier frame. Ford whips his head towards the noise, cracked lens of his glasses glistening in the dimming light of the portal. Stan tries to speak but can only manage a pathetically quiet wheeze.

"Grunkle Stan!" The voice is muffled, but distinctly panicked. It sounds shrill. Mabel? Maybe Dipper if he's scared enough? Stan's attempted laugh turns into a cough so strong that it feels like his ribs are cracking with the force of it. The metallic taste of blood fills his mouth and latches to his very much fake teeth. Ouch. That can't be good.

"Mister Pines?" Stan starts to turn his head towards Soos's trembling voice, but six stern fingers pull his face back to stare into the terrified eyes of Stanford Pines.

"Stanley? You have to stay awake, alright? Please, you have to stay awake." Ford's gaze trails lower, down to Stan's numb legs, and he doesn't manage to swallow a stuttering gasp. "Just- Just listen to my voice, okay? I need some time, please."

And Stan tries. He really does, but he's just so tired. His vision is blurry, even blurrier than it was before he finally gave up and bought himself a flimsy pair of glasses. His hearing isn't any better, getting fuzzier by the second despite his hearing aid. His brother's – Moses, his brother is finally back – voice feels far away, as if muted by a thick layer of cotton. But there's something else too.

"Grunkle Stan?" It's pretty obvious that it's Dipper this time, tone uneven with stress and puberty. He sounds scared, helpless, and... Guilty. Stan knows what that sounds like just as well as he knows that Dipper has no reason to feel that way. He's just a kid, scared of an unknown, gravitational-anomaly creating device under the house he was living in. Rightfully so, Stan might add. He can't be mad at Dipper for doing what he thought was right, now can he? Well, as tired as he is, the least he can do is tell the kid his last ever truth.

"C-c'mon now, ya gremlins. 'S nothin' worth cryin' about." His voice came out small and raspy, and it earns a stiffled whine from Ford. Maybe not just Ford. Stan can't really tell anymore. "You- you should meet the author 'f th' journals. Ya been excited 'bout it. He's my brother, y'know." Another coughing fit rattles his entire body, sharp pain flaring up in his side.

"Stanley?" Ford's hand touches his chin, six fingernails digging into the skin with a desperate urgency.

"Mister Pines?!" Soos's voices crackles, as if coming through a faulty radio.

"Grunkle Stan!" Mabel's panicked face appears above him, blurring rapidly even through his newly cracked glasses.

"Grunkle Stan!" Dipper's hand finds his, and try as he might, Stan doesn't quite manage to squeeze back. The poor kid sounds and looks like he's on the verge of a breakdown. He's shouldn't look like that. At least not for someone like Stan.

"S'okay. Don' cry. Ford'll take good care o' ya." His breath feels shallow, and the world feels too far away. Everything hurts. Everything's numb. He's so tired. "'M sorry I didn' do better."

He let's his eyes close. He's okay with this. He deserves this.

Time to put an actual body in his grave, huh?

***

He's... Somewhere.

Or maybe nowhere.

He doesn't know.

He doesn't care.

Something is here.

Or maybe someone.

It calls itself the Axolotl.

It's saying something.

He doesn't know what.

He doesn't care.

He closes his eyes and plunges into the unknown.

***

He didn't expect to ever open his eyes again, and yet here he is, staring wearily at the blazing Sun above him. His head hurts. So does pretty much everything else. He's still utterly exhausted, limbs heavy with the weight of probably recent events.

Where is he, anyway? It seems terribly familiar-

"Lee? Lee, are you okay?" Woah, he hadn't heard that voice in decades. Little Ford's face swims into the view, blurry, but clearly concerned.

"Mmm," Stan hums noncommittally. His voice sounds squeakier than he remembers it being even at this age. That's weird.

"C'mon, you gotta get up," Ford huffs, hauling Stan into a sitting position. His face is red with sunburn, and judging by the ache in his cheeks, Stan's isn't any better. "Ma's gonna be so mad that you got into a fight again."

"At this point, it's kinda her fault if she wasn't expecting it," Stan snorts, stray hair tickling the junction between his shoulder and his neck. His hair wasn't that long at this age, was it? He couldn't quite remember anymore. "And at least Pa will approve."

"No matter how many times you say it, he really won't. He always says that girls shouldn't fight, you know." Ford doesn't seem to notice Stan's puzzled look, choosing to stare intently at his palms instead. He looks strangely ashamed, with his hands laid against the thick fabric of his jeans.

"What does that gotta do with anything?"

"Well, Pa's definitely not gonna be happy with you fighting someone for me again. He says that I should stop being such a sissy and that you should stop enabling it." Just as Stan is about to protest, Ford looks up at him with a smallest grin on his lips. "And Ma's pretty tired of patching up your skirt. I'm actually pretty sure it's more patch than skirt at this point."

His... His what now? Stan's eyes trail down to his legs, which are, in fact, covered by a white skirt with what looks like jeans peeking out from under it. Long curls spill over his shoulders, bouncing lightly at the disturbance. The wheeze he lets out sounds shrill.

Oh.

That can't be good.

***

And that's it! As a little note, Lee's name is supposed to be spelled Li since it's actually a Hebrew name, but the nurse wrote it down as Lee, and neither Caryn nor Filbrick bothered to correct it.

[monstergirls-and-men]

"You aren't even that good of a duo..."

Me and Bro's honest reaction ^

Fuck it, headcannon posting. BLU Scout and RED Sniper fuck with eachother so hard (they met at the payphone while trying to call their moms). Name a better pair of dudes who can and will kill someone before calling home to check on their family ♡

[mithosis]

"Do you know what lies on the path before you? I do."

Meet Stig, my little blind norn seer with his flock of bird friends :) A Herald with a twist. Eventually a Wayfinder, separate from the Commander!

Sooooo I've already had this character for a while, (both in gw2 and out). I have a sylvari version of him — and he will still be existing and thriving as a separate character! However, I wanted to bring the original version of him to life as well. He always had Nordic themes, so making this version of him a norn was an obvious choice

Anyway, there is lore and a funny sketch under the cut for those who'd want to look at them!! (a huge chunk of text again, yeah, I'm sorry. It's featuring @lady-quen's Numen, though!! *wink wink*)

Maybe the weakest, skinniest little norn with nothing much behind his name, Stig was somewhat of an outcast from the moment he was born. Blind since birth, he was "blessed" by an elusive Cuckoo Spirit to help him on his life's journey, yet unable to shapeshift into their form or communicate with them, no matter how hard he tried. He was considered unworthy of norns' boastful lifestyle by some, and pitied for his misfortunes by others, although nobody could ever compare to how he looked upon himself for the happenstance of his birth. Was he "defective" in some way, not worth the effort to lift him up and let him live a life, try to reach for something more?

Still staying loyal to Cuckoo even without their support, Stig turned to Raven after being noticed by him for the cleverness with which the little norn tried to overcome the burdens of his own existence — there, at a young age, was discovered his gift of foresight, an explanation to all the weird sensory visions he would receive; some of them even looked as if he could actually see. Different kinds, both cryptic and mundane. Finally, something he could do and help others with, right? It was probably nice for a time, until enough commotions or unfortunate events were caused, maybe even blamed on him for doing his job wrong, causing Stig to be ever more cautious with sharing what he had gleaned.

Two ravens he rescued were his main company, aside from occasionally the kid of the famous Eir Stegalkin and his little brother with a strange affinity for ice magic. One day, however, the scenery changed into a strange landscape, an echo of the real world, as Stig stumbled through a wayward portal into the Mists. He had to survive there for a time all alone, not even his feathery friends to accompany him, communing with Spirits — then anyone, who'd listen — and desperately trying to get back home. A subtle whisper in his head grew louder the more time he spent essentially meditating, a voice of a person, until it formed and presented itself as none other than Asgeir Dragonrender. With his, rather frustrated at first, help, the little norn managed to get back to the world of the living, though not before getting injured on the way home — a weird, potent surge of lightning struck him. He awoke back home already tended to.

Other norn don't believe him at first when he claims Asgeir was the one to help and guide him — it takes a bit of convincing, talking with the legendary hero's echo and showing Stig's newfound strengths. He can channel the power of the Mists through their connection now, something only havrouns of the Spirits of the Wild can typically do. This earns him the respect of his peers — after all, he is aided by Dragonrender himself. People around him wonder: this must mean he could be the one to crack the Tooth, the Norn of Prophecy, right? Someone Stig never even dared to believe he could be.

However, it was never meant to be. After all the extra training and tireless nights of adapting the chosen combat style to his needs, the one to challange the Tooth wasn't him — instead, it was the hot-headed son of Eir, his friend Braham, who's been adventuring with the famous Pact Commander away from Hoelbrak. One arrow was fired — and as the icy exterior of the trophy crumbled, so did Stig's hopes of proving himself worthy to these people. He became an outcast again. At least his birds and Asgeir were still with him. It didn't matter that Braham supposedly failed his mission to kill the Ice Dragon afterwards: the damage was already done.

Then everything started to go downhill once Kralkatorrik was slain. Unexplainable mysteries, strange fog, disappearances. His friend becoming more and more distant and physically cold until one day he was gone as well. One of the only people who showed Stig what kindness looked like, aside from his mother. It was distressing, scary, none of his visions showing him the way — so he had to find his own, once again. This was the decision that led him to join the Commander and Braham in their venture to the Far Shiverpeaks, and discover the true nature of the little elementalist he called a friend — a scion and champion of Jormag, Numen, who's been the mysterious Cuckoo "Spirit" this whole time.

The team has to confront this dragon on the surface of a cold, frozen Lake Doric — and Asgeir recognizes it. Every norn knows the story of the legendary slayer of Frostfang — Dragonrender killed Jormag's greatest champion in one blow with the help of the Spirits. It was a clear victory, the thing falling off a cliff from the sheer force of the blow, mortally wounded. So how could the very same creature stand before him once again?

The question was answered when the dragon showed the large scar on their neck; they didn't quite remember the fight, but the old wound spoke for itself. A surprise for everyone involved — the greatest kill of Asgeir turned out to be a failure. Remains of the beast were confused with those of Claws of Jormag. And maybe a fact worst of all for the echo of a fallen hero — the frigid monster he was sure he had slain turned out to be one of the very Spirits that helped guide his people to the new home.

(Cue the funny sketch I promised)

Even after that, the team managed to save Numen and end the terror of both Dragons of Fire and Ice.

Eventually, Stig would become Numen's Champion, wanting to be there for them like the dragon was for him. Maybe he had finally found a place he was meant to be in, beside this creature of ice — lonely, yet so full of love for the world. Asgeir wasn't too amused, but what is one more voice in Stig's head, right?

This would mean he'd continue to help the Commander further down the line, and maybe even meet the elusive wizards in their glittering towers — who might have a hand in him meeting Asgeir in the first place.

Woah, if you got to this part, thank you for reading!! I love you <3

[mayowayo]

my funky freak

hes not even done with the first one and he's reaching for anither. TSUKASA YOU BIG BACK SAVE SOME FOR SAKI

[blueishspace]

(Something old and new, borrowed and blue p215)

Jimmy: Who knows, you might abandon me too.

Scott: Will I? Because another me, not even me, abandoned their soulmate?

Jimmy: Well-

Scott: Were me and my soulmate even teammates to begin with?

Jimmy: Not really? I think you just left them when you realized you were soulmates.

Scott: Then I didn't abandon them did I? Unless you count any pair of people that met and didn't ally as abandonment.

Jimmy: It's not the same-

Scott: Why? Because they were my other self's soulmate? Whatever that even means.

Jimmy: Don't say it like that.

Scott: Jimmy. I don't know much about the world you came from. I don't know anything about Double Life except what things you told me. But do you not realize how stupid that sounds?

Jimmy: Hey-

Scott: No. I'm a big romantic and even I can see it. An higher force links two people and they have to work together? Even more, not doing so is apparently a moral failing of sort? Abandonment even? Why?

Jimmy: I ...didn't say that.

Scott: You said another me not choosing to pair up with their soulmate is indication that I might abandon you. But I chose this. I chose to marry my Jimmy and he chose to marry me. I chose to help you for his sake and I chose to ally with Ren and Martyn to keep helping you despite the fact I would have preferred to stay far away from the whole mess between them and Grian. But what about you?

Jimmy: Me?

Scott: You never had to choose a side when it was already chosen for you, did you? You just let the forces above make the choice for you. Do you even care for Tango outside of the bond? Would you still care for Tango if you were soulmate with another?... Is it really love if It's imposed?

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[blog-moved-lol]

Wowzers

I decided to draw Wolverine because I spent several hours today reading over his Fandom Wiki. It was a lot lmao

Anywho, I incorporated some of what I learned into the first drawing in the form of very poorly written notes. Not too shabby :3

I'll probably read about either Deadpool or Nightcrawler next.

[twocolorz]

Silly mermaid doodle

[turquoiseocto]

Have this goofy doodle page of silly Willy at 4am bc I could NOT sleep last night !!!!

[royalarchivist]

[After a chatter asks what other Latam countries Phil and Kristin plan on visiting]

Phil: I guess... I dunno actually, I dunno. It's really just like, Mexico. It's really just Mexico that's on the list now. Maybe like, Cancún– Mexico Cancún, and then Mexico City? Maybe? I'm not sure yet, not sure.

Phil: If we do go to Mexico, and we don't go and visit Quackity, he will be very mad at us [Laughs]. So I don't want– don't want that– don't want to make– don't want to make him sad. Don't want to make him sad, you know? So we probably will go to Mexico City at some point. Maybe like, at the end of the trip? Like, we go to Cancún and and we go– [He motions with his finger] –to Mexico City?

[reportersclubcc]

Concept sketches 1

[beenyweeniesarchnemesis]

i love adding small details to characters. Headcanons ily

[slimewashingau]

another ask yay

Overall? They think crashing here in general.

Individually?

"I mistook a gilded ginger for a regular ginger.. it didn't taste good.."

"I nearly got eaten alive by a tabby largo. :("

"...passed out from the smell of kokadoba."

"I've never done anything embarrassing."

"Jimmy."

"..I got my ass beat by a fire slime."

"Mochi calling me burnt fry in general is stupid <:/"

"Oh also I totally saw them get chased by feral hunter largos" -bea

"YOU SAID YOU WOULDN'T MENTION THAT!!"