#Canon Divergence - AU

[turbotastic-as-fuck]

My Turbo redemption Headcanon & Alternate ending idea to the movie (with art examples):

Basically the movie ends the exact same way, except King Candy was never eaten by that cy-bug. Instead, he swerved as the track was being destroyed, shocked at all the cy-bugs destroying “his” game. He ends up driving away and back into the tunnel like the little coward he is, knowing Vanellope won’t be able to cross the finish line with all this mess.

Blah blah blah… Ralph succeeds in getting the vol-cola mountain to explode, Vanellope saves him on the kart, all the cy-bugs die, she crosses the finish line, happily ever after.

Then there’s King Candy. Right after it’s revealed that Vanellope is the rightful ruler and princess (president), he drives over and storms in. Ralph wants to curve stomp his little ass, but both Felix and Vanellope stop him.

King Candy starts cussing her (and pretty much everyone else) out, calling all of them names. His character model keeps glitching between King Candy and Turbo, as if the game is trying to erase all evidence of King Candy, but his own code is refusing and fighting to keep his goofy-ahh design.

At some point while he’s cussing everyone out kid-friendly style, both of the police characters walk up behind him with one of those giant cupcakes and slam it on top of King Candy, trapping him similar to how Ralph was before.

Dizzy and probably concussed, his character model finally settles on Turbo. For good this time.

Vanellope, finally having a moment to talk, she wonders aloud what they’re gonna do with him. Calhoun and Ralph raise their guns and fists. But Felix, fighting to keep things civil, walks up and looks at Turbo. “I have a suggestion, princess-president-ma’am”

Hard cut to Turbo sitting in a meeting room, surrounded by other characters, with a banner that says “Troubled-Anon”, or just something that insinuates the characters are problematic outside of their games but want (or NEED) to be better.

Yeah that’s my idea. Basically Turbo survives and is forced into group therapy. It’s not the most creative, but it’s an idea I like. Of course the canon outcome from the movie is much better, but I just want more Turbo.

But sadly my want for more Turbo comes at a cost… no King Candybug 💔

[star-lights-up]

I don't normally post updates on tumblr for this fic, but I've been doodling sorcerer!erik a lot so.... without further ado, chapter 55 of WDDSDYAIMH is up now! And it starts just like this!

[jove999]

Instead of what's his name, kass x neema.

[galleyshusband]

Wrath AU Gallerian

I've seen some of this au, but I wanted to draw my own design and take on wrath sinner Gallerian. Take note that it's not only a swap au but also a canon divergence au. So while I based him off of Nemesis, I do not want the story to take the same kind of turns. Though I haven't really figured out the plot for this au yet but here is some information about it. -Gallerian still has the doll, though it serves more of a role as ziz-san instead of being his daughter. He treats it like his best friend or sister. -Bruno serves place as Nyoze. Though he is not in the military and instead PN still exists, though things are different for them. I also gave him a hat because he looked good in one. Galleruno is also canon in this au. -I don't really know what Ma's role will be yet but she'll still be as much of a bitch. Though I would definitely like to delve deeper into a toxic dynamic between her and Gallerian. -I also want Gandalf to have some more major role in this. Not sure yet how though. Also I'm probably never drawing m@ again enjoy while it lasts

[kei-crocker]

Separation AU (Sorta Canon Divergence)

*But in the end, his parents end up forgetting that he’s a halfa again—that’s the conclusion of the AU. I haven’t decided how to write it yet, though!

One day, Jack witnessed Danny going ghost, but he misunderstood the situation, thinking Danny was being overshadowed by an evil ghost—Phantom. Before Danny could explain, Jack used the Fenton Ghost Catcher to separate them and threw Phantom into the ghost portal.

Danny wanted to tell his dad the truth—that he was a halfa and that the "ghost" he threw away was actually his ghost half, not some wicked spirit overshadowing him. But he hesitated, thinking Jack was angry at him. This crushed Danny’s confidence and made him even more reluctant to reveal the truth to his parents.

On the other hand, Jack wasn’t actually upset at Danny. He was furious at himself—for failing to protect his son from being “haunted” by what he thought was an evil ghost.

Jack became overly protective of Danny (even more so than Jazz—woah). He made Danny wear the Specter Deflector, which only worsened the situation. Still, Jack didn’t forget to arm his son with ecto-gadgets to “keep him safe.”

Meanwhile, Danny was confused. “What on earth is Phantom doing? Why hasn’t he come back?” he wondered. The answer was this: shortly after Jack tossed him into the portal, Phantom was captured by Walker and imprisoned in the ghost jail.

This time, escaping wasn’t as easy as it had been in the past. He couldn’t turn back into his human form, which meant he had no way to phase out. Harassed daily by other ghost inmates, Phantom began to wonder—why wasn’t his human half coming to save him?

[howtodrawyourdragon]

A late piece for AU-gust 2024's Day 1 "Canon Divergence." A late piece because I really wanted to come up with something for that day and I just could not come up with anything until I had the brilliant idea to genderbend the blorbo of our shows.

Her hair is a mess because she's Hiccup and she just spend some time either flying or wrestling with Toothless, probably.

Is she looking guilty? Worried? Did she get caught with her dragon? Perhaps!

-XOXOX-

Please do not repost or misuse my art.

AU-gust card and gradient layerless version below.

[darthbloodorange]

After everything that transpired, Steve is exhausted. He takes a temporary leave from the Avengers and goes on a world camping trip with Bucky.

For the: ✦ @stuckybingo Round 6 - Sunrise [I1] (Card: SB6035)

Word Count: N/a - Moodboard Title: Restful Trip Rating: Gen Universe: Marvel Cinematic Universe Pairings: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers Characters: Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes Warnings: None Major Tags: Canon Divergence AU, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Established Relationship, Camping, Holidays, Coffee, Tired Steve Rogers, Long-Haired Bucky Barnes ~ Summery: After everything that transpired, Steve is exhausted. He takes a temporary leave from the Avengers and goes on a world camping trip with Bucky.

[wordingg]

Get Orbed, Losers

Little fic for Dead Boy Ween Day 4, prompt: orbs

Summary: Niko, Charles and Edwin are trapped inside a haunted house with an angry poltergeist when Charles and Edwin are poofed. Niko then has to save the day with only two chatty orbs for company.

London was very different from Port Townsend, not that Niko thought that was a bad thing. She had grown up in Tokyo, so it wasn’t like she wasn’t used to big cities. But, it was certainly a big change from the small relatively quiet town of Port Townsend.

Niko had expected that it would be hard to convince her mother to let her transfer to a school in London. But, she maybe underestimated how much her mother was willing to do to finally get a response back to her letters. If Niko thought about that for too long, it made her feel sad and guilty. So, she did her best to not think about it.

Reconnecting with her mother was hard. They were very different people and Niko didn’t feel like her mother understood her even a little bit, though it did seem like she was trying very hard to do so. Niko hadn’t even gotten close to broaching the subject of her new friends, living and dead, and her new interest in being a detective. Not only would her mother not understand, she probably wouldn’t believe her.

Admittedly, Niko thought most people wouldn’t believe that she spent most of her free time these days helping two dead boys solve mysteries for other dead people. But, she liked the new turn that her life had taken. Even if it ended up with her locked in a very haunted house by herself with only two floating orbs for companionship.

“Oh no!” Niko exclaimed. “How did this happen?” she asked, reaching out a hesitant finger toward the glowing bluish ball of light that she assumed was Edwin. He bumped into her finger and she was briefly assailed by the smell of old paper and a faint feeling of warmth, like warm buttery sunlight on a bright summer day.

“She dropped a piano on us,” Charles said in a wry tone, his own warm red orb sailing in circles around herself and Edwin.

Niko glanced over at the huge upright piano that was currently half embedded into the floor of the parlor.

“Wow,” Niko breathed, tilting her head a little to better see how deeply the piano had sunk into the next level of the house. “She must be a really strong ghost. I wonder what her work out routine is like…”

“I don’t believe her calisthenic habits have an effect on her ability to throw heavy objects,” Edwin said testily.

Charles’ little blush colored ball curled tighter on his next orbit around Niko and bumped affectionately into Edwin, knocking him a few inches to the left. There was a little burst of light when they hit that left sparkling afterimages on the back of Niko’s eyes.

“Oi, how do you know?” Charles asked with a laugh. “I don’t see you doing any squats. Maybe this calls for an experiment. We can work out every day and then see who can lift a piano easier.”

Even without a face Niko could tell that Edwin was rolling his eyes. “Really, Charles,” he said.

Charles laughed, his ball doing a little spin and then looping in a circle before he went back to orbiting Niko’s head. Edwin instead floated closer to Niko, getting close enough to her shoulder that she could feel a bit of the cold radiating off of him through her jacket.

“I suppose I’ll keep an eye out for falling furniture,” Niko said faintly as she turned back the way she came and started back toward the kitchen.

“Oh, shite. I keep forgetting you’re mortal,” Charles said. “We really need to get you of here. If this ghost can move pianos, then she’s too dangerous for you to be around.”

“So long as our poltergeist friend is holding all the doors and windows shut, I don’t think Niko will be able to make her exit,” Edwin muttered near her ear. He sounded like he was just right there, so it was strange to think he was just a little orb hiding behind her hair.

Niko put her fingers up to where Edwin’s voice had come from and he bumped against her fingers again in a friendly sort of way. This time she smelled kerosene and tasted some kind of very sweet candy. It was very pleasant.

“Don’t worry about me, guys,” she said. “You just focus on helping this poor ghost out. I know how to take care of myself.”

Charles scoffed, doing another little loop at the edge of Niko’s vision. “Yeah, well. I’d have said the same thing about us a few minutes ago and look where that got us.”

“Discorporation is just a small set back,” Edwin said stiffly. “Once we gather enough energy from the nearby surroundings we will be back to our normal selves. We can investigate just fine as is.”

It was handy having the boys as orbs for the time being. The servant corridors leading off the kitchen were narrow and had no wiring for electric lights, but their orbs cast enough light for Niko to see where she was going.

“What does it feel like to be an orb?” Niko asked curiously. Turning right, she found herself at the bottom of some very narrow, very steep stairs. They looked sort of dangerous. She imagined that it was probably really hard to navigate them when your hands were full of towels or a tea tray or whatever servants for fancy english nobles had to carry around these tight passageways.

“It’s sort of like if you had to sit in a little dark cramped room and like you have a controller with just a joystick to control your body and you can only see out of a little tiny window the size of your hand,” Charles explained, doing a few more flips in front of Niko’s face. It was distracting, but if that was what it felt like to be an orb, maybe Charles was feeling under stimulated. Doing flips might be the only way he could try and make his sensory input a little more interesting, poor thing.

“A very apt explanation, Charles,” Edwin said, sounding impressed.

Charles must have been happy with the compliment, because he started to spin in tight circles around Edwin, occasionally brushing against him in little flashes of light.

“Charles! Charles, enough! You’ll make yourself dizzy!” Edwin exclaimed, though it sounded to Niko like he was trying very hard not to laugh.

“I don’t think I’ve been dizzy a day of my afterlife, mate,” Charles said with a laugh, but did stop spinning around Edwin. “Can you get dizzy without an inner ear?”

They had reached the landing at the top of the stairs. Niko inched the door open slowly to reveal a very tastefully decorated sitting room on the second floor.

Charles dodged past her as she opened the door, his orb partially phasing through her neck as he did so. The flavor of hot spicy curry and thick fluffy rice exploded on her tongue as he did so.

“Mmm!” Niko hummed, pressing her fingers to her lips. The taste and the feel of the rice felt so real on her tongue that she almost thought there really was food in her mouth. “Oh, curry!” she exclaimed after a second. “I love curry,” she sighed.

“Me too!” Charles exclaimed. “There used to be this little place on the way home from school. God, they had the best curry. When I was a lad, it was so hot it almost burnt my tongue off, but I just couldn’t get enough!”

Niko smacked her lips a few times, savoring the lingering flavors that were quickly fading from her mouth and stepped into the room. “Well, you have excellent taste. I think I’d die for a whole plate of that,” she said very seriously to orb Charles.

Charles stopped his constant movement for a second.

“Wait. I’m sorry, did you just taste my favorite curry?” Charles asked.

“When you two bump into me I smell and taste all kinds of interesting things,” Niko explained.

“Whoah. That’s-”

Whatever Charles was about to say, it was cut off by Edwin talking over him. “Charles, Niko! Our ghost is here!”

When Niko turned to look she found that Edwin was right. There was a middle aged woman in a very tight and modest gray dress buttoned up to her chin was standing in the corner of the room glaring at her. The color had completely washed out of her, like she had stepped out of a grainy black and white film, and her eyes dark pits in her angular face.

“No one ever understands,” she said, her voice wobbling. Her hands were clenched in trembling fists by her side. “No one ever NOTICES!” she shouted, black tears overflowing and running down her face. “No one ever APPRECIATES all that I DO!”

“We’re not your family, lady! Give it a break!” Charles shouted, darting over to hover protectively between Edwin and Niko and the angry ghost crying in the corner.

“Charles, please do shut up!” Edwin shouted back, sounding stressed and more than a little scared.

“I’m sorry that nobody appreciates you,” Niko piped up, clasping her hands in front of her. “That must be really hard.”

Both of the orbs floated closer to Niko, but she kept her eyes trained on the crying woman. She looked so sad. It didn’t excuse her dropping a piano on her friends, but Niko still felt bad for her.

“It… It is hard,” the woman agreed after a long pregnant moment. She dashed her tears away with long delicate fingers and frowned out the window. “It is very hard when you work your hardest at something and never receive a single compliment or thank you.”

“You’re so right,” Niko nodded along. “One time I volunteered to make the collage for a group project in one of my classes. And, I spent all day gluing photos and glitter hearts and string to poster board. And the day of the presentation, none of my classmates even said thank you or said anything about my glitter hearts. That really hurt my feelings.”

The woman started to cry again, pressing her own elegant looking hands to her chest. “That’s just awful! I am not sure what ‘glitter hearts’ are, but I would have complimented you for the effort!”

“Thank you,” Niko said sincerely. “You seem like a really kind and thoughtful person.”

The woman started to cry harder. “Thank you,” she gasped.

“What is happening?” Charles whispered, though it was too loud to go unnoticed in the small room.

“Be quiet!” Edwin hissed.

“I know that it doesn’t feel nice when you have to point it out, but can I ask what you feel is going unappreciated?” Niko asked gently.

The woman threw her arms out wildly, tears still streaming down her face. “Everything!” she exclaimed. “I built this house from the ground up! I practically drew up the architectural plans myself, because James was just useless at it. I picked out all the furniture, saw it all delivered and arranged, picked out the rugs, the drapes, the decor! I built this home entirely by myself so that my family could live here and be happy and then I worked myself to death to make it so!” the woman sobbed loudly, the sound wracking her whole body and making her tremble. Faintly, the objects on the shelves began to vibrate. “All of that and now they’re just going to tear it down and turn it into-into-” she took another great gasping breath “a strip mall!” she shouted before collapsing into tears.

They all stood awkwardly for a while, avoiding each other’s eyes while the lady ghost in the corner cried and sobbed.

“The drapes are really very lovely,” Niko commented, reaching out a finger to carefully trace the line of a faded green stem woven into the heavy fabric.

“They really are,” Edwin agreed. “They draw the eye and really warm up the room.”

“Thank you,” the woman sobbed. She took a few steps forward and collapsed onto one of the nearby settees. The objects on the shelves stopped shaking. “I worked so hard while I was alive because I loved my family. But, all my work went ignored and now it’s been completely forgotten. It makes one feel rather unloved, doesn’t it?” she asked tearfully.

Niko walked over to sit beside her. She took her delicate hands and folded them between her own. The woman’s hands were ice cold, but they were also soft and small, like her own. These hands had worked tirelessly and she loved them just a little bit for that.

“I don’t believe for a second that you were unloved,” Niko says firmly. “Sometimes people get caught up in their own stuff and have a hard time seeing things. But, that doesn’t mean that they didn’t love you.”

The spectral hands she held in her own squeezed, sending a cold ache up Niko’s arms. The woman’s face was folded into bittersweet lines.

“You’re right,” she sighed. “Of course you’re right. Perhaps I’m the one who is ‘caught up’ as you said.”

“Maybe,” Niko agreed with a tilt of her head. “It happens to the best of us.”

“Quite,” the woman agreed with a wet sniff.

Then, the room was flooded with a soft blue light.

“Edwin!” Charles shouted, spinning around Edwin in the fastest circles that Niko had seen yet.

“Don’t wait for me! Just go!” Edwin shouted back, already speeding off through the wall in what Niko thought was probably the direction of the foyer.

“I have to go,” Niko said, turning back to the woman’s ghost. She was frowning in confusion at the wall that Charles and Edwin had just disappeared through. “But, a nice woman should be coming to talk to you soon. You should listen to what she has to say,” Niko explained, climbing back to her feet.

The woman nodded, turning toward where the blue light was strongest. She looked younger and happier, the light washing years off of her lined face.

“Yes, I will,” she said, not looking at Niko.

Niko gave the woman’s profile a smile. She would be okay. Niko had faith.

She exited through the door in the wall that Charles and Edwin had flown through. It lead to a hallway that took her back to the foyer with the piano in the floor.

“Niko! Thank God,” Edwin exclaimed, flying up to make his own nervous circles around her as Niko emerged at the top of the staircase.

“Hi, Edwin!” Niko said, happy to see him doing well. She cupped a hand around his orb and he obligingly settled into it, his touch giving her the scent of beeswax and the taste of honey. “I’m glad you two got away fast enough. I think our ghost friend will be okay now.”

“Glad you’re okay too, Niko,” Charles said warmly, settling his orb near Niko’s other shoulder. She cupped a gentle hand around him and smelled fresh cut grass and tasted sweet black tea.

The quiet moment was broken by Crystal slamming through the front door, her eyes wild, her hair a cloud of wayward curls flying around her head, and a huge pickaxe held in her hands. The outward facing side of the door had clearly seen the wrong end of said pickaxe, judging by the huge gouges in the ancient wood.

“Crystal!” Niko said happily, letting go of Edwin and Charles so that she could descend the stairs.

“Niko!” Crystal exclaimed, looking distinctly more ruffled than Niko herself. She threw the pickaxe to the side and then threw herself at Niko so hard that she nearly fell over backward. Crystal’s tears quickly soaked through the shoulder of Niko’s jacket and her thin strong arms were tacky with sweat. “God, don’t scare me like that! Do you have any idea what awful sounds that were coming from in here!?”

“Did it sound something like a piano falling through the floor?” Charles asked curiously.

His voice sounded much stronger than it had for the past two minutes, so Niko partially extracted herself from Crystal so she could look up at him. He and Edwin were both standing at the bottom of the stairs, now in their normal dead boy shapes.

“Oh. Yeah, it did,” Crystal said, turning from Niko to frown at the piano that was still partway through the floor a few feet from them.

“Aw,” Niko said, turning back toward Edwin and Charles. “No more orbs, huh? I’m going to miss Chorb and Orbwin.”

Charles’ eyes went huge with amusement while Edwin winced like he was in pain.

“Chorb!?” Charles shouted.

“No,” Edwin said faintly.

“And, Orbwin!?” Charles shouted.

“No, absolutely not,” Edwin said louder.

Charles turned to Edwin with a feral grin. “Chorb and Orbwin! Mate, that’s us. That’s our orb-sonas.”

Edwin squinted at him. “I don’t know what that is and I don’t want you to explain it to me this time.”

“Guys, this is cute and all, but can we please get out of here?” Crystal asked, looking frazzled. Niko reached out to hold her hand and felt blisters where the pickaxe handle must have rubbed her hands raw. Niko frowned and pressed Crystal’s hand tighter in her own.

“What an absolutely capital idea, Crystal,” Edwin said stiffly, walking across the foyer and toward the front door with long strides that made him look like he was gliding. Edwin had such a pretty way of moving. Niko really envied him that.

“We can get curry,” Niko suggested, giving Crystal’s hand a pat. “Charles knows a good place.”

“I’d like that,” Crystal sniffled, following Niko and Edwin out of the house.

“Oi, it’s been like forty years. The place probably isn’t still around,” Charles said doubtfully as he followed them out of the house.

But, Charles was wrong because the little curry place near his old school was still in business. Even though he couldn’t eat any of his favorite menu items, Niko was more than happy to order them and assure him that it was just as good now as it was back then. Charles looked a little misty eyed to hear that.

And Crystal fell asleep on her shoulder on the cab ride back into the heart of London. And Charles did eventually explain to Edwin what a -sona was, even if Edwin looked like he wanted to phase through the floor the whole time.

And, overall, it was another excellent investigation completed by the Dead Boy Detectives (plus psychic (plus Niko)) and another great day for Niko Sasaki and her friends.

[nexstage]

Stars and Pyramids AU

Planning a new life

The first time Mabel saw someone shaking hands with Bill Cipher was during her first summer in Gravity Falls. Gideon, who had become an obsessive, callous jerk, somehow possessed the knowledge to summon the dream demon, and after doing it, made a deal with him to take over the shack.

Thank goodness they stopped him. Then, Dipper made a deal with Bill because she didn’t help him decipher the password of the old laptop they’d found. The contents of the note still sent shivers to her core due to how close she was to losing her brother. Which reminds her of the fire covering her pinky and Bill’s as they sealed the deal.

She had made a deal just like Gideon and Dipper. Did that make her a bad person?

But wait, Gideon did it because he was a greedy jerk. Dipper, because he was desperate and she didn’t help him due to the play to impress Gabe. What was the point of this deal? Helping Bill and his friends to escape a dying dimension; however, was that as bad as Gideon’s purpose or worse?

“Ehem, hello~? Earth to Shooting Star? Have you lost your mind already? I mean, great for you. The more madness, the better but let’s postpone the chaos party until we are out of this place.” Bill’s voice was the final hit that broke the ice of surrealist shock as she slowly accepted that yes, this was real. Bill reached out to her for help. Bill was desperate enough to ask for her help. They had made a deal already.

“…I… I made a deal with Bill Cipher!”

“Wow, kid. Thank you for the surprise. I know I wow you just like anybody else but trust me you’re not the first nor the last one. I can even tell you some dirty family secrets in exchange for another deal.”

Welp, now that reminded her why she must step up in her new role. “Whatever they are, I’m sure they’re lies. We must think of a way to get you all out of here. Any ideas?”

Oh, he had some. His mind traveled back to the many attempts to get the Rift out of Sixer’s hands only for his former pet to outsmart him every. Single. Time! His damn paranoia had leveled up each one of the defense mechanisms of the shack. Much worse, even if had deceived Shooting Star to lead him to the shack while he possessed Blendin, Stanford would’ve suspected the sudden appearance of a time police officer asking for the rift. Then he would’ve tackled him, shown the yellow eyes to everyone, and then shot the buffoon in the head.

What an irony, uh? That of all the people he was asking for help it had to be the same person who, unbeknownst to them, had ruined his plans. Oh well, at least Shooting Star wouldn’t screw this up. He hoped so.

“There are two ways,” He began. This was incredibly risky, saying a truth that he shared with Stanford without the fool knowing it but maybe it would gain him some points with his niece. Honesty points as she’d like to say. “One of them is in the hands of Stanford. He’s protecting with nails and teeth so it’s impossible to reach it. The other way is…a biiiiiiit controversial” ‘More like you’ll hate it because I did that to your brother’

“What is Grunkle Ford protecting?”

Ok, this might either push her more into his side or blow up in his face. “After he was brought back from the multiverse, a bit of the other side -that is, what was on the other side of the portal- was poured into your world. It’s like a little floaty mass of space and, to prevent its expansion, Stanford built a snow globe-shaped device to contain it. I called it the Rift; heck, I bet Sixer had the same idea. Anyway, he and I weren’t the only ones who know about this, your brother does too.”

Mabel’s eyes almost popped out of her sockets. “Dipper was told about it? Why didn’t he tell me anything?”

Bill laughed both cruelly and bitterly. “Welcome to the club of being wronged by Stanford Pines, kid! I mean, you think just because you inadvertently helped in bringing him back, he would be cool with you as much as he is with Pine Tree? Pffft, fat chance. Favoritism is the same as calculating pros and cons for him. And you don’t even wanna know how much he projects into you and your brother just because he can’t speak like a normal guy with Stanley for five seconds.”

He feigned watching his non-existent nails, peeking subtly at the teenager as his words penetrated her psyche. They were aware of what happened back then; what he said landed her into uncomfortable, painful memories. Memories she pushed away every time she was asked about Dipper, about his whereabouts and what he was doing.

She had to make up a convincing story for her classmates as Ford’s comment ‘Isn’t it suffocating?’ echoed in her head whenever she remembered Dipper’s choice of staying in Gravity Falls.

It didn’t get better with their parents’ divorce. They were so wrapped up in their own issues and staying as far away from each other as ever that Dipper being in Oregon barely elicited a reaction from them.

As the silence stretched, Bill glanced at Mabel wondering if maybe his movement might have hit a bit too hard. His suspicions were confirmed as the teenager bit her lower lip, holding back tears. He’d better put a stop on that or they’d be here forever.

“Hey, come on, Shooting Star. Cheer up!” One of his fingers lifted her chin softly. “So, Sixer thinks you’re not good enough, so what? It’s not that he’s better. I mean, the portal, where did it come from? His head? Nope! From mine. I gave him lots of ideas and an infinite well of knowledge.” Hey smirked in his usual salesman persona. “I can do the same for you.”

“…Cramming books and nerd stuff into my head?” She cringed at her response.

“If that’s what you want, sure. However, first, we need to find a solution to my relocation issue.”

The sadness in her eyes was replaced by determination as she recalled what she’d asked him moments ago. “You’re right. Well, the Rift is not useful if we can’t get closer to it, and I don’t want to get in trouble with…Grunkle Ford,” she mentioned his name almost inaudibly. “What’s the other way?”

This might get explosive. “…The other way, is that I possess some—“

“Oh no, you won’t! You even planned to throw my brother’s body from the water tower!!” Brilliant, she had to keep that in mind. Maybe the note was overdoing it although it was fun.

“I’m sorry, kid, but those are all the options I have. No wait, there is also building me a new portal but that would take lots of time, a huge brain, and going to Gravity Falls which may attract Stanford to our hideout, and bam! Demon hunting will be on the go!”

A lightbulb flashed inside Mabel’s head. “What about inanimate objects? Like action figurines or dolls?”

“Kid, that’s a great idea!” She smiled. “If you want to use me as your piece of entertainment on Halloween, which nope. I’m the host and soul of the party, not the clown!” She frowned.

“But can’t you make your own persona? You know, like a body to possess? Much better than taking over someone’s body.”

Bill’s eye twinkle in delight. “You are more clever than I expected, Shooting Star. Yes, there are some spells to create a body of any kind. Flesh and blood, crystal, rock, lava, you name it. But it needs some stuff: a place filled with magic or supernatural energy, specific runes, the vital force of the user of the spell, and a clear image of how the body will look. And seeing that we’ll also possess those vessels, the first spell must be connected to one of permanent linking.”

“Linking?”

“Possessing a body is different than to be linked to one made on your own. By linking yourself to a vessel, you make it your new body.”

“And what will happen with the old one? Does that mean you won’t be a triangle anymore?” Suddenly, a huge realization hit her. If Bill created a human body to inhabit, would that mean he wouldn’t have his powers anymore? Or would they be weakened? Weakened or non-existent, such an event reduced the danger of having him on Earth. And if the same happened to his friends, much better!

Bill, on the other hand, didn’t like where this was going. While escaping the void hadn’t left his mind, becoming a lesser being, powerless and vulnerable, made him gag. How could he keep taking advantage of idiots with his deals if he didn’t inflict fear on them or make a stellar first impression? His original form had everything he needed. Power, immortality, no need to eat, sleep, or even breathe. The whole jackpot!

Sure, he loved the sensations whenever he possessed someone but it was way more convenient than having a body on his own that couldn’t take a single hit. Humans were experts on fragility so what was the point of a body so squishy? Even jellyfish handle pain better than them!

He bet, no no, it was clear as water that Shooting Star might want to take advantage of such detail. Having Bill as Bill put a damper on her lame concept of “safety”; having him as a human would put both on the same level. As equals! Eugh! First dead than that!

‘Not if I keep some key details of the ritual secret from her though’, Bill contained his glee at the idea. Shooting Star wanted to help him be a human. Sure why not? But his new body would be created on his terms.

“Welp, kid, I think we have a plan in mind, don’t we? But if we want it to be successful, I must guide you through everything.”

“How? We can only communicate through dreams. And no, I won’t let you possess anyone.”

“Didn’t you mention dolls? I can use one of them and from there we can handle the rest.”

“Can I do it even if I’m not in Gravity Falls?”

“Unless you have some specific runes connected to the vessel, you can’t. Your home is too weak in magic standards, although it’s not impossible, there must be no one when we do this or we’re bust.”

“I’ll make you a plushie,” Uh, what? “You need to give me the runes, I’ll write them on paper and put them inside it. Then you can possess it.” Not bad.

“It has to look like me. If you color it green or whatever, I’ll burn your house.”

“You won’t. You’ll be a plushie,” She said it so confidently Bill would’ve been impressed if it weren’t for the slight anger and annoyance at her bluff.

“Put all your attention to this, Shooting Star. The runes must be written perfectly and in the next order.” He raised his hands, blue fire erupting from them, summoning a ball of azure flames that took the shape of strange symbols.

As Mabel memorized each rune, a part of her unconsciously wondered if Ford and Dipper knew about these symbols, if this was another lesson only they shared between them, or if she had been chosen to be told about spells and magic so ancient, so mysterious than not even her uncle could understand.

[diaphanous-singularity]

*363 walks through the lobby, looking around in awe. it‘s so bright… brighter than anything meow has seen before.*

I can‘t wait to see everyone… especially 477!!! I just gotta figure out what a theory hole is supposed to be…

*She stops for a moment, thinking.*

I hope she still likes me when she meets me in purr-son…

*finally, they see the theory hole – well, they‘re not sure, but it‘s a hole, so it‘s probably right. She excitedly runs up to it.*

Hello!!! Hi!!!

[turbotastic-as-fuck]

Seems like it’s going Turbo-Terribly..

Another small addition to my Turbo redemption AU headcanon thing, Featuring: FIX-IT-FELIX JR!!

I plan working on a fanfic involving Turbo and the group, it’ll probably take a couple days to finish, so make sure to look out for that because I’m gonna post it on this blog (and AO3).

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The game is Seven Minutes in Heaven. Which two characters are you shoving in the closet together and how do they pass their seven minutes? Give me three rounds of this game (three pairings, repeats ok)

Hi @whenimaunicorn and thank you so much for your ask! :D Oh that is a very interesting thing to consider. I slightly deviated from the original premise in the 1st one I think, I hope that's okay! Also this got a little longer than I anticipated, so I am using a cut to put my ideas behind to protect everyone else's dashboards.

The pairings are:

Adar/Celebrimbor (canon divergence!AU)

Adar/Elrond (modern!AU)

Adar/Celebrimbor (modern!AU)

Adar/Celebrimbor (canon divergence!AU)

They end up hiding in a storage closet/ shove themselves into a tiny space together while hiding from Sauron as they try to flee Eregion together; Adar has snuck into the city to steal the elf right from under Sauron's nose and Brimby has been *very* happy to go with him. 'You don't have to carry me, I'll come willingly. In fact, we should hurry up, I know a way we can take-'

They have to wait out guards and a pissed off Sauron hurrying by the closet multiple times, the shouting outside getting increasingly loud and strained with anger.

Adar is trying to keep the smith quiet, maybe he even places a hand over his mouth and steps close to stop him from wriggling around so much. They cannot get caught! Meanwhile Celebrimbor is so very intrigued by the mysterious 'elf' who has just saved him and tries to figure out who he is, and also cannot help realising the other is both attractive and has a good physique under that armor. They are squished together okay, it's not like he can help taking notice!

Adar also cannot help but realise the elven smith's pretty haircolor, the warmth of his eyes, the strength of his grip as he clings onto Adar. That the other didn't hesitate or argue but came with him. Other elves certainly wouldn't have been so reasonable.

They are both a bit flustered when they can finally leave the closet and quickly hurry along to get out of the city. But the stint in the closet keeps lingering in their minds even as they make a break for the relative safety of the uruk army.

Adar/Elrond (modern!AU)

They both aren't sure how they got chosen to get shoved into that closet together, certainly both Gil-Galad and Galadriel aren't entirely happy about it. Adar knows he'll have to fear bodily harm if he makes a wrong move but he actually-kinda-maybe has a crush on Elrond? The other is just so kind, and smart, and sharp-witted. And also pretty. Also flirting him with makes Adar feel giddy inside; Elrond hasn't told him to stop and actually reacts with blushes and smiles when Adar does it.

Elrond is desperately trying to play it cool but it's not easy - Adar is attractive, and so cool with his whole rebellious getup; the leather jacket and metal band t-shirt and long dark hair and how he's unafraid to mouth off at anyone who tries to argue with/antagonize him. But he's treating Elrond like an equal and takes him seriously where others might remark on his half-elven parentage for example.

They try to wait it out, make light of the situation. Elrond makes awkward jokes, Adar's jokes accidentally get way too flirty due to nervousness, after a short while they do end up staring at each other's lips and it's Elrond going 'I can play it off as part of the party game if he doesn't want me' and then they kiss.

...the elves eventually have to investigate because those two are *not* leaving that closet again. For the sake of their sanity, they leave the two in peace. It's Brimby and Círdan who mutter "finally" to the shock of the others.

Adar/Celebrimbor (modern!AU)

People think it's funny, to put resident-rebel Adar and prim-and-proper Celebrimbor in the closet for Seven Minutes of Heaven together. It's good natured fun! Totally hilarious! They are going to be so flustered (Brimby) - or annoyed (Adar).

Instead, Adar is kinda flustered because he actually likes Celebrimbor and admires his skills, his wit, his kindness. But the smith would never be into him like that, right? Meanwhile Celebrimbor is all serene, makes a joke about how 'cozy' the closet is, then walks over to Adar and essentially goes 'I think we are supposed to kiss. Do you want to?'

Adar has a bit of a bluescreen moment, is a bit skeptical at first, but when Celebrimbor holds his gaze and smiles encouragingly he agrees. They kiss. It's *really* nice.

Adar is a bit flushed at the end of it. Brimby breaks the kiss, also affected, but then puts on a mischievious grin. And suggests they should pretend that nothing happened, act completely clueless and as if they just chatted. Because that the faces of the others will be priceless.

The uruk thinks he likes where this is going, and agrees.

Everyone else is sooo disappointed! The two of them smirk knowingly at each other later on though.

'Maybe our next kiss can be outside a closet?' Adar suggests. Brimby smirks back at him and agrees enthusiastically.

[jove999]

Kasspasia, But in Roman time (Back story : I borrowed my favorite headcanon from the fandom : Aspasia become immortal with kass, Plus a little vibe from This is How You Lose the Time War book? You guys know this book? I always think of protagonists as kasspasia). Kass come to kill aspasia, failed, and she gets killed (executed) instead. That was the story I originally thought while drawing.... yuh

[localcanadiancreature62]

Not Thurburt being into TWO aloof and gruff men. @aria-greenhoodie @chaseerr0rcode. Also i only made this because chaser's idea of yet ANOTHER love triangle between vintage men set in a time where gay people are hated is sooo funny to me.

[kei-crocker]

Sorta Canon Divergence? AU (one shot)

Danny Fenton and Phantom are separated and do not remember each other.

I want to see Danny Fenton and Danny Phantom don't know each other. Affected by Desiree's magic or sth like that, they are separated and forget everything, including the fact that they are the same boy.

The best part of this AU: Danny Fenton is frightened and cries "Ghost!" when he first sees Danny Phantom- and then Phantom tries to shut his mouth up.

I want to see the scene in that Jazz rushes to save her brother and kick Phantom's butt.

Phantom is confused because of his distorted memory, so he approaches the Fentons for clues, which only leads to his ass being kicked more

But Danny always has a kind spirit, so Phantom keeps his heroic deeds even though he remembers nothing.

When Danny Fenton sees Phantom, he always screams and runs, and this makes Phantom really annoyed.

Phantom just wants to talk to him, but Danny is too terrified to have a conversation. Phantom buries his face in his hands.

(Kid)Danny shivers uncontrollably and points weapons at Phantom to protect himself. This only makes Phantom burst out, and Phantom forced Danny to hear his words

[tumblerislovetumblerislife]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Dead Boy Detectives (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Edwin Paine | Edwin Payne/Charles Rowland, Edwin Paine | Edwin Payne & Charles Rowland Characters: Edwin Paine | Edwin Payne, Charles Rowland (DCU), Night Nurse (DCU), Crystal Palace (DCU), Niko Sasaki Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, not so much a fix-it as breaking canon slightly to the left, Heavy Angst, Episode Related, Episode: s01e04 The Case of the Lighthouse Leapers (Dead Boy Detectives), Episode: s01e05 The Case of the Two Dead Dragons (Dead Boy Detectives), Pre-Relationship, a payneland pre-established fic by alex WITHOUT them getting together? groundbreaking, Angst with a Happy Ending, Emotional Hurt/Comfort Summary:

“Everyone has a place. Don’t you want to know what yours is? It might be wonderful,” the Night Nurse told Charles, her voice soothing as a lullaby. Charles faltered at the Night Nurse’s words. His shoulders loosened; his cricket bat descended out of its ready position. Stood behind him, Edwin could not see his expression, but he could imagine it well enough: a slack expression, morphing slowly into wide-eyed wonder. Charles took a dazed step toward her. And, in the single most selfish act of his entire existence – Edwin darted after him, clutching handfuls of his coat, and tried to hold Charles back.

Or: The Night Nurse says a little less. Edwin does a little more. They all deal with the consequences.