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#I couldn’t get this out of my head IT HAD TO BE DONE#AAAAAAAAAAA#YEAAAAAASSS#KILL EM STAN KILL EM#okage shadow king#okage stan#sketches#also we all need someone like James#fr
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atla fandom.. leads me to ponder how people treat bad guys and heroes.. how villians are idolized and heros are demonized.
people expect heros to be perfect and thuse anything aang does lie/ kiss katara when she said she was confused as treated as evil and unforgiveable. But people in this fandom will excuse anything a bad guy does and go well they were brainwashed abused kids aangs the hero he can't make a mistake he's 12 and needs to be treated like a sexual predator adult . Azula and zuko? BAbies did nothing wrong.. and i know im right cause people excuse zuko/azula of all their bullshit as they are just abused kids who dont know better zuko terrorzing people in s1/ stealing in s2 from ek people stans ignore. Azula taking over a city/colonized the EK/ scaring the shit out of tylee. Ignored. zuko/azula stans are two sides of the same coin .. ignore anything bad their fav does /demonize other characters.. both have said i support real life abuse if i dare bring up their mistakes/actions
and aang screw that guy he knows better than the two kids who are older than him and should be treated as an adult abuser.. its crazy
#azula/zuko stans are two sides of the same coin#i dont care that one side defends aang more ive seen em say azula didnt kill aang so in the end its always aang doesnt matter#pro aang#atla fandom problems#anti zuko stans#anti azula stans#anti villian stan culture#i love villians but stans wooby em too much
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gigled when i saw him.. like.....
omg hi... fancy seeing u here.....
#m ti[psy btw#my dumbass giggled when nanook popped on onscreen aheheh...#but cmon#how can u not#if this is the guy tht i see when i die i def wont mind#also respect all the aeons for having they/them as pronounc we stan that we respect that#no matter they present fem or masc u better erespect their theythem promouns#i mean all aeons i saw so far have they them pronouns so...#also loving the sim unverse so far#nanook apaears in the world 3#right when u just deefeated one opponent#he just kills u instantly like slay okayyyy#slay (literally)#rambles#alcohol mention#alcohol ment tw#alcohol ment cw#alcohol mention cw#<- forgot abt this srry gang <3#i have CLASSES tomorrow oh my gosd this is so epic so ccool#7 in the goddamn morning too#i loooovvee college u pay ppl just so u teach urself 95prcnt of the stuff there#95 prcent cuz some profs actually discuss em but they mostly just read the stuff onscreen but hey thats effort
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Chapter 73 of human Bill Cipher still being stuck in the Mystery Shack but currently fearing back pain more than execution: it's Day 1 of Bill being off death row, let's see what everyone other than Soos is doing with their day.
When Fiddleford answered the door to Ford and Stan—Stan with the Quantum Destabilizer's case slung over his shoulder—the first thing Fiddleford said was, "That demon's still alive, isn't he?"
"Demon's still alive," Stan confirmed.
Ford let out a long sigh. "I was afraid we'd have to break the news."
"I figured when the power here flickered during your shot." He planted his hands on his hips. "You didn't use the NowUSeeitNowUDontium, did you?"
Ford shook his head.
"Well?" Fiddleford fixed Ford with an angry squint, lips pursed. (Maybe it wasn't an angry squint, Ford told himself hopefully. Maybe it was just because Fiddleford didn't have new glasses yet.) "Why didn'cha shoot him?"
"I couldn't. He escaped," Ford said. As panic began to bloom on Fiddleford's face, Ford quickly added, "But he's back! That's why I used the wrong fuel. Somehow he overheard that we'd made enough Dontium for one shot, and he—tried to persuade me to cover his escape. Firing a blank made him think I'd used the Dontium up and he was safe—"
"—So's he'd come back and you could get a proper shot at him! Ha!" Fiddleford jumped up, kicking his heels in the air, hollering, "Stanford Pines, you clever sonovagun!" His hooting and hollering died down as he realized, "So... why're you here with the destabilizer instead of shooting him?"
Ford and Stan exchanged a glance. Stan said, "Well—He—He's pretty harmless right now, really—And he's great with the kids—"
"Not with Dipper," Ford muttered.
"He's great with one of the kids."
Ford said, "And he's..." It would be a lie to say improving, wouldn't it? "He's... got the potential to improve. And we— We thought— If there's a chance he could do better..."
Sternly, Fiddleford said, "You let him get into your head again, didn't you."
Ford sighed. "I let him get into my head."
Stan held out the Quantum Destabilizer's case. "Which is why we're here. He's not in your head. You won't hesitate to pull the trigger."
"I getcha." Fiddleford accepted the case grimly. "You need me to finish the job."
Ford hastily added, "If—if it becomes necessary."
Fiddleford gave him a hard look.
Ford swallowed as he realized—as always, a moment too late—just what an enormous thing he was asking of Fiddleford and his fragile nerves. "But if you don't think— I mean, if you'd rather it stay in our hands—"
Fiddleford held the Quantum Destabilizer away from Ford. "No, no—you're right. It's safer here," he said. "You oughta shoot him. I'm never not gonna think you oughta shoot him. Especially now we know he knows how to escape. But, if you won't—better that this is in my hands than with the fellers what let that devil sucker 'em into thinking he deserves to live."
Ford wanted to say I'm sorry. If he was so sorry, why had he chosen to let Bill live? It seemed like his problems always became Fiddleford's problems—yet the only times Fiddleford's problems became Ford's was when Ford caused them. "Well—the good news is, even if he does escape, he can't get far. He's trapped inside Gravity Falls' weirdness barrier."
"Well, that's somethin'," Fiddleford muttered. Then he frowned and gave Ford a sharp look. "Wait," he said slowly. "Are you sure he can't get out?"
"I—" Ford tried to remember when they'd learned that. "Sure, we—found out that first night, didn't we?" It had been a very long night.
"Yeah!" Stan laughed. "Almost accidentally killed the guy by driving him into it."
Fiddleford nodded, his expression faraway and thoughtful. "I need to run some calculations," he said. "I'll let you know what I find."
He turned away, muttering to himself. Just before he shut the door, Ford saw Tate at the far end of the great hall, arms crossed, watching the proceedings sourly.
And then the door was shut without so much as a goodbye.
"Huh," Stan said. "Ominous!" He clapped Ford on the shoulder. "Welp, let's get home!"
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Tate leaned into Fiddleford's lab. "Dad?"
Fiddleford was sitting at a space he'd cleared at a worktable, hunched forward and squinting to see his work as he ran through a towering stack of calculations, using a calculator to double-check his math and a second calculator to double-check the first one. As he often did, he'd put on an old record to help block out distractions; and an old country song was blasting at top volume as Fiddleford sang/yodeled along: "I haaate Bill Cipher more'n I looove my son! How I looong to shoot that sonuuuvaguuun. I'll seeee my boy when that triaaangle's done—cuz I haaate Bill Cipher more'n I looove my son—"
"Dad," Tate said louder.
"Tater!" Fiddleford sat up, automatically reached to adjust a pair of glasses he wasn't wearing, and just bumped the bridge of his nose. "What is it, son?"
"Couldja turn the volume down?"
"Turn th—?" Fiddleford looked at his record player, started when he realized what was playing, and quickly took the needle off the record. "Sorry, Tater, I—"
"It's fine," Tate said glumly.
"Didn't even realize which song'd come on. They're just words to sing along to. You know I don't really feel..."
"Just don't like Pluckin' Jim's yodeling style, that's all."
Fiddleford dropped his gaze. "All right, that's fine. I'll keep it down."
Tate stuck his hands in his pockets. "Might oughta be careful with that album, anyway. If any guests overhear it talking about the triangle and call the police..."
"Oh, I know, I know. You're right, I'll be careful. It's just..." He reached under his hat to scratch at his head like he was trying to massage his brain into working. "When it feels like the whole darn world's gone crazy, it's comforting hearin' somebody sing something sensible," he said. "I—I don't mean Jim's attitude toward his family. Just the rest of it."
"Mm." Tate nodded.
Fiddleford sighed and shook his head sadly. "I don't know—maybe I'm the one who's going crazy."
"Naw," Tate said immediately. "You're not. You're the sanest I've seen you since I was a kid, dad."
"Well—thank you, Tater. That means a lot."
"You're just stressed, that's all." Tate nodded toward Fiddleford's stack of calculations. "Don't overwork yourself, all right?"
"I won't, I promise."
"If you need help with all that math..."
"No, no, that's all right." Fiddleford waved off the offer. "It's got to do with Stanford's weirdness thingamajig." For the past few months, Fiddleford and Stanford had been working on a paper about the Law of Weirdness Magnetism—although that had seemingly ground to a stop at the start of summer.
Tate paused. "Okay, but I'm dragging you out of there for meals."
"Heh! I won't fight you."
As Tate left, Fiddleford set the needle back on the record, starting the next song: "The Three B's Poisoning Your Children (Booze, Bebop, and Bill)." Tate shut the door and let out a long sigh.
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"I'll get it!" Dipper doubted anyone else could even hear the phone; Abuelita was asleep in the living room, Soos was upstairs hammering on something, and Bill and Mabel were at the far end of the house playing the piano and singing.
Dipper jogged into the office. "Hello?"
"Dipper!" Wendy said. "Dude! Just the man I wanted to reach."
"Wendy, hey! What's up?"
"Are you still looking for the Nightwigglers?"
"Yes! Why, did something happen?"
A couple weeks earlier, Wendy had shown him where her brother had seen the Fremont Nightwigglers; but by the time she showed him the path, they'd already come and gone a couple nights earlier. They'd found footprints and followed them to what looked like a campsite—there were odd empty burrows in the ground and traces of ashes—but when Dipper had tried to figure out where they'd gone after leaving the campsite, he'd lost their trail in the underbrush.
"Gus says he saw them on the same trail again last night," Wendy said. "Which means, if they were going back to that place we found with the burrows, and it was a campsite—"
"—then that's where they're camping today. So they'll still be there tonight!" Dipper laughed. "That's perfect! I can stake them out and watch when they wake up! Hey, do you wanna come along for a stakeout?"
Wendy groaned. "I wish. Gus freaked my dad out talking about the Nightwigglers. He says we have to stay home after dark and he's actually been checking our rooms."
"Aw, man. That stinks."
"But hey, tell me all about it at work, okay?"
"You got it! Oh—I could make a Guide to the Unexplained episode! I'll show you the whole thing."
"Oh, awesome. I can't wait to see these things," Wendy said. "Head's up, you probably wanna be quiet to avoid spooking them. Gus said they looked super skittish last night. They're probably wigging out because of gravity disappearing for a couple of days, lots of other wild animals are. I don't blame them, I'm still wondering what was up with that."
"Giant invisible flying axolotl from another dimension."
Wendy laughed in surprise. "Are you serious?"
"Yeah! I'll tell you about it at work too." Probably leaving out Bill's involvement. Speaking of Bill, where had he left Dipper's backpack? "I've gotta pack for the stakeout. Thanks for the tip!"
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Gideon knocked on the shack's back door and waited anxiously, tugging at his sleeves and shifting from foot to foot.
The door opened to the sound of distant piano music. Dipper stood there holding a heavy backpack and a box of granola bars. "Gideon?" He didn't sound thrilled.
"Well, hey there, Dipper!" Gideon tried to sound more chipper than he felt. "I don't suppose Mabel's ar—"
"Nope," Dipper said. "What do you want?"
Gideon took a deep breath. "It's about Bill—"
"Shhh!" Dipper cast a nervous glance back toward Soos's grandma asleep in the living room. "Keep it down. Only Mabel and I know you know about Bill and no one else can find out."
"Why not?"
"Because... Mabel and I will get in trouble for not telling them sooner?"
Fair enough. Adults didn't need to know everything, Gideon thought. Voice lower, he said, "I didn't notice him with the others at Rainbow Club this week, and I saw that big laser thingamabob at the shack,"—and the next day received a panicked call from a cultist who couldn't reach Bill—"and... well—I need to know if Bill's dead, or—"
Over the piano playing, an off-key voice sang at top volume: "AND IIIIIIIIII will never HATE yooOoOOou—!" In the living room, Abuelita started from her nap, blinked sleepily, turned up the volume on the TV, and fell back asleep.
Gideon's shoulders sank in disappointment.
"Still alive," Dipper said. "He has a really bad backache, though."
"Well, dang it!" Gideon kicked at a twig on the porch. It didn't move.
"Yeah, I know," Dipper said. "But... I kinda think Bill has to stay alive? I heard this prophecy that I think is about Bill saving everyone? Probably not voluntarily—he actually really didn't want me to hear about the prophecy—so... yeah, we might just be stuck with him. At least for a while."
"Well," Gideon said sourly. "Isn't that just wonderful."
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As he trudged home, Gideon tried to think of a way out of this. For one day, he'd thought he was blessedly free of Bill; finding out he was wrong felt like getting hauled back to prison.
If the adults didn't know he knew about Bill, maybe he could tell the Stans that Bill had been using him—surely they'd forgive Gideon for using a little dream magic to brainwash the town, right? Stan understood the lengths a businessman had to go to to advertise his business, and Ford was apparently the one who'd recorded the spell in the first place—and maybe the two of them could prevent Bill from spilling his blackmail to the rest of the town; or maybe Gideon could arrange for the Stans to "accidentally" find out Gideon had been working for Bill, and then Bill couldn't blame Gideon for spilling the beans...
Or maybe he could just stop helping Bill. Simple as that. He knew he'd been helping Bill arrange escape plans. Bill had promised he'd keep quiet about Gideon's crimes as long as Gideon didn't pick up dream magic again; but he'd never required Gideon to help him. The only issue was what his contact in Bill's cult might do and whether she might out him as one of Bill's allies; maybe he could just tell her that his parents were getting suspicious and he couldn't be a go-between anymore...
When he got home, as soon as he opened the front door he could hear his father excitedly talking in the kitchen: "It's the darnedest thing! I don't know where they came from—must be tourists, I suppose..."
Gideon followed his voice into the kitchen. "Daddy? What's all this fuss?"
Bud was grinning from ear to ear; even Joy was faintly smiling, a half-washed dish forgotten in her yellow-gloved hands. "There you are," Bud said. "Son, I've got the most terrific news! I just sold the three most expensive cars on the lot, all on the same day! Can you believe that?!"
"Well, hot dog!" Gideon grinned as well, relief washing over him. "That oughta keep us going for a while, shouldn't it?"
"It sure will! I guess you were right—we never needed any magic hocus-pocus, just good salesmanship!" Bud beamed. "But it's just the darnedest thing," he said again, "they all said they'd been referred to the dealership by a Mr. Locke."
Gideon's smile froze and his stomach flipped.
"I don't remember any Mr. Locke passing through town."
"Oh," Joy said, "there was one a—a week or two ago. Some sort of talent agent, I think? He came to see Gideon."
"Did he," Bud said, clearly a bit deflated that it wasn't his prowess as a salesman that had lured these customers to town; but he quickly recovered, "Why, that's wonderful! Maybe looking to line up another television appearance?"
"No no no," Gideon said quickly, "no, it was—it was purely a social visit. I-I knew him last summer. I'm not doing that sort of... television thing anymore."
"Ah, well. Still! Having connections pays off," Bud said. "If all he wants to do is send customers our way, I'll be mighty happy! If he comes by again, invite him to stay for dinner, it's the least we can offer him as thanks."
"I think that's a—a wonderful idea," Joy said, voice even softer than usual. "He was very friendly."
"Son?" Bud called. "Where you headed?"
"Just upstairs, I remembered I need to make a call," Gideon said. He had to ensure Sue knew Bill was alive.
Seemed like he'd be working with her and Bill for a while yet. His family couldn't afford for him not to.
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Dipper pounced the Stans the moment they entered the shack. "Hey! Great Uncle Ford!"
"Dipper? What—"
"Grunkle Ford, remember you promised that as soon as we weren't dealing with any Bill bull, we could go on an investigation—?"
"Hey," Stan said sternly, "any Bill what?"
"Bull... soup?" Dipper tried.
Stan nodded, satisfied. "That's right. And if your parents ask, that's exactly what you think it means." At Ford's look of amazement, Stan said, "What! Last year the kids' parents said if they came home swearing, I couldn't take 'em over the summer again."
Dipper resumed his attack: "Well, we're not dealing with any Bill bullsoup today! Come help me track the Nightwigglers!" He held up his journal, proudly showing off his unfinished spread. "Wendy told me where they're camping today! If we're there before they wake up, we can finally see them in person!"
"Really? Tonight?" Ford asked. "We just had a late night yesterday."
"Can't we have two late nights and sleep in tomorrow?" Dipper pled. "They might not be there tomorrow night! What's more important: sleep, or seeing the Nightwigglers?"
"Yes, I see your point. You're absolutely right," Ford said. "I could take a nap now and we can leave after dinner."
"Yes!"
Stan groaned, "Great—the insomniacs are enabling each other." He shook his head and started upstairs, muttering, "I'm gonna see what Soos is hammering on."
Dipper said, "I've already packed my camping supplies! Do you need help packing? I can help you pack! Come on—I can show you where we're going, too!" He impatiently led the way to the elevator.
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This weekend, Bill had escaped the shack, faked his death, and proven that the whole Pines family actually wanted him alive; and yet, for all that, Mabel thought he seemed pretty down in the dumps today. He'd been kind of off since the eclipse.
Actually, now that she thought about it, he'd been off since before the eclipse, ever since the day he'd been grumpy to her about the glass pyramid "Mysteries." She was pretty sure he wasn't mad at her about that anymore; so she didn't know what was wrong.
But even though Mabel could see him wince when he leaned certain ways or moved his arms too quickly, he was trying to hide that he was in pain and he was trying to hide his gloomy mood. He grinned when he played the piano, and he alternated between popular songs that she knew and could sing along with and a bunch of old boring things like jazz and opera. (Bill tried to sing along to everything, even when he shouldn't. Mabel was pretty sure he was the worst opera soprano in the world.)
She didn't know how to fix whatever was actually bothering him. She could hang out with him and sing and talk—that seemed to make him happier. But Bill needed more than that.
He needed more friends.
Bill attempted a run, one hand crossing over the other and back as he rolled up the keyboard; his hands tripped over each other and stumbled across several keys at once.
Mabel laughed. "That sounded like a musical fart!"
Bill blew a raspberry. "I'll show you a musical fart." He attempted the run again, and messed up again.
Mabel laughed again. "I don't think you've got that part."
"Hey! I'm usually great at that part. It's this body—I'm used to playing it with flat fingers, I haven't practiced it with an extra dimension before," said Bill, who was lying, and had never been good at that part, and truthfully was pleased he now had an excuse that let him pretend he was actually better than he was. "Playing piano in a human body really holds me back. It takes nine hands to play my favorite song." That wasn't a lie.
He started the song over and elbowed Mabel. "Hey. Something's eating at you. What's up, kid?"
She hadn't realized she wasn't hiding her gloomy thoughts well enough. "Uuugh, I want you to meet my friends, but this morning Grunkle Ford said I still can't invite them over even though you're off death row. I guess he and Grunkle Stan are still worried you'll brainwash them or something?"
"Pff. We're still—renegotiating the terms of my imprisonment."
"Oh yeah? What have you renegotiated so far?"
The corners of Bill's mouth turned down. Mabel suspected that might have something to do with his foul mood. "Hey, I've got an idea to get your friends over here."
"Yeah?"
"Tell your uncles that the girls' parents are starting to wonder why you haven't been inviting them over like you did last summer. Say they're beginning to think that something is going on over here, and they're worried you're not in a safe environment—buuut if their kids can come over and see everyone's just been adjusting to a new guest, maaaybe their parents will calm down, right?"
Mabel shot Bill a dirty look. "Bill! That's a complete lie."
"But it's the kind of lie that could easily be true, and might even be true in the future, so is it really a lie?"
"Yeah it is."
"No it's not! Besides, it'll get your friends over here and it won't hurt anything, won't it?"
Mabel grimaced. "Okay, I can try—but if I try it and it works and I bring my friends over, you've got to make friends with them."
"Hmm!" Bill's face twisted up. "I like Candy's taste in art. And her bloodthirst."
Mabel elbowed him. "What do you have against Grenda?"
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Eight-year-old Grenda sat at her desk kicking her feet and staring at her $1 bill, waiting for the bell to ring for lunch. It was Chocolate Chip Cookie Monday, they were fresh and gooey, and she was ready.
For the first time, she noticed the design on the dollar had a weird little one-eyed triangle with a hat. She pulled out a marker and drew a little smile under his eye.
And then she added buck teeth to the smile.
And then she gave him a second eye, stupid glasses, and a spiky beard that poked out in every direction.
And then drew wavy stink lines over him and added a word bubble that said "I'M SMELLY!"
"Heh. Stupid looking guy," she mumbled.
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With an air of haughty disdain, Bill said, "She knows what she did."
"Okay, but you'll be nice to her, right? Pleeease?"
"All right, fine," Bill said. "For you, I'll be nice."
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"Grunkle Stannn can my friends please come over? Even their parents think it's weird that they haven't been here all summer! If Grenda and Candy come over they'll know nothing weird's going on!"
"Uhhh..." Stan grimaced. "The last thing we need is parents asking questions... Yeah, sure, you should probably do that sometime soon. Maybe after we figure out what we're doing with Bill for the rest of the summer—"
"Thanks!" Mabel hugged him, ran off, and decided she'd heard Stan say "yeah, sure, you should."
She pulled out her phone. "Candy! Grenda!" She kept her voice at a loud whisper. "Great news! Dipper's gonna be out with Grunkle Ford tonight and I kinda-sorta got permission for a sleepover! Get ready for a party. I have a plan."
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(This is a bit of a transition chapter for a couple more plots, but I hope y'all enjoyed! Let me know what you think!)
#bill cipher#human bill cipher#(for the fic)#gideon gleeful#dipper pines#(for the art)#gravity falls#gravity falls fic#gravity falls fanart#fanart#my art#my writing#bill goldilocks cipher#(Dec 12 edit: chapter has been renumbered)
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hi!! just wanna say you are my fav gravity falls author and im so obsessed with your fics for stan 🙏🙏 could i please have a stan x fem!reader smut where stan just REALLY likes tits. like a LOT. you have full creative freedom to go wherever you want with this idea i just wholeheartedly believe stan is a tit man <3 thank u and plz never delete this account youre the coolest 💞
Stan Pines is obsessed with you and your breasts ♡ (headcanons + blurb)
author note: hii, angel!! thank you sm for this sweet message, i'm literally melting and giggling and smiling rn!!! i can't even tell you how much this made my day, you're so kind and your words honestly mean the world to me 🤍
i had so much fun with this idea, so here’s something for you bc ur wish is my command! i hope it’s what u expected. and thank you for supporting me! ♡
I need this grumpy old man so bad, guys send me more asks bout him also comments and/or reblogs are always appreciated, kisses u💋
nsfw, fem reader
♡ Stan is absolutely shamelessly obsessed with tits. your tits, specifically. big, small, somewhere in between, it doesn’t matter! he’s a hungry fucking man. he fucking loves breasts. worships them. adores them. can’t keep his damn eyes (or hands, or mouth) off them. “you’re gonna kill me with these things, doll, fuckin’ hell, look at ‘em.”
♡ the first time you caught him staring, you were a little shy about it, but he didn’t even try to deny it. “what? they’re right there! whaddya want me to do, not look? it’s like puttin’ a steak in front of a starving man and tellin’ him not to eat!” and you made the mistake of saying, “you could touch them if you wanted to.”
♡ because now his hands are always on you. always. you’re trying to cook? his big hands are sliding up your shirt, squeezing, kneading, thumbs brushing over your nipples, he’s testing just how fast he can make that little gasp slip from your lips. and god, all of that is being done with that smug grin on his face. “what? i’m helpin’.” sure, Stan. sure
♡ I wanna develop idea about cooking more, so: as i said, Stan can’t keep his hands off you when you’re cooking. for him it’s just an excuse to get his hands on your body. expect him to come up behind you, press his broad chest into your back, let his hands rest in your waist as his lips ghost over your neck, muttering “damn, you look so pretty, baby, you sure you don’t wanna skip dinner and come straight to bed?” when he’s rubbing his growing bulge against you while you’re stirring the pot, literally humping you in the middle of the kitchen. It’s hard not to laugh at how desperate he is
♡ the type of man who’ll insist he’s innocent even when he’s shamelessly and obviously staring. you could be fully dressed, wearing the baggiest clothes known to man and this filthy old bastard is still eye-fucking you. “what? can’t help it, doll, you’re beautiful.” no shame. zero!
♡ of course Stan loves to bury his face in your chest. it’s his happy place there. his hands sliding up your sides as he presses his face between your breasts, groaning, “fuckin’ heaven, toots. yer like a damn pillow, but better, so soft, so warm.” while you let your fingers run through his hair. It’s more about being intimate and soft though
♡ “goddamn, look at these beauties. best fuckin’ view in the world, ain’t it?”
♡ he’s a sucker for leaving marks on your breasts. bite marks, hickeys, little bruises from his teeth and fingers
♡ uhh. . . hear me out, him stuffing dollar bills into your bra as a joke (or no). “figure they’re safer here than my wallet anyway.”
♡ Stan loves when you wear anything that lets him see your nipples, especially when they’re hard (from cold or because you’re horny?), he goes crazy when thin shirt or a dress hugs your body. “goddamn, sweetie, could stare at those for hours.”
♡ his guilty pleasure is watching you put lotion on after a shower. you’re sitting on the edge of the bed, smoothing the cream over your arms, shoulders and chest and that old man is drooling
♡ Stan is so domestic, he loves the way you look in the morning, your breasts barely covered by his tank top that you stole. you stretch, yawning, your nipples peeking through the thin fabric and he’s already pulling you back into bed. “don’t care what we had planned today, baby. yer stayin’ right here with me.”
♡ Stanley gets so distracted when you’re undressing in front of him. doesn’t matter if it’s casual or if you’re trying to tease him, once your top comes off, his eyes are immediately glued to you while his cock already twitching to life in his pants. “jesus christ, woman, yer tryin’ to kill me. c’mere and let me get my hands on ya.”
♡ and when he finally gets you laid out on the bed, his hands worshiping every inch of you, oh, he takes his sweet time. dragging his thumbs over the stiff peaks of your nubs, leaning down to wrap his lips around one, sucking gently before giving it a teasing bite. he’s grinning against your skin when you gasp his name, one hand slipping down to spread your thighs apart while he gets comfortable between them. “love when you make these sounds. what’d i do to deserve this, huh?”
♡ oh, his tongue too. it’s wet and warm, circling slow before he flicks the nub just to watch your back arch. his free hand squeezes your other breast, pinching and tugging lightly on the nipple. he groans from how heavenly you taste. “softest damn tits I’ve ever had my hands on. christ, baby, I love you so much.”
♡ if you let him, he’ll press his cock between your breasts, his hands squishing them together as he ruts into the softness, groaning like a goddamn mess. “fuck, baby— mhmm, your so fuckin’ soft, look at this, huh? takin’ me so good, atta girl.”
♡ more thoughts about breasts fuck. i personally think Stan would love it? because there’s something about the sight of his heavy cock sliding between your breasts, the way you press them together for him, making a perfect, soft little channel for him to fuck into like a needy old man he is. he gasps, praises you, worships you whole as he watches himself disappear between them, his tip slick and glistening with precum every time it peaks out
♡ “fuck, doll, keep squeezin’ ’em like that. jesus, yer gonna make me cum just from lookin’ at ya.” and he does, oh, he does. he spills his seed all over your chest. and when he’s finished, Stan isn’t shy about making a mess, watching his cum drip down your breasts
♡ when he’s drunk, Stan gets even more handsy than usual
♡ you get him worked up sometimes by accident. like, when you’re reaching for something high up on a shelf and your shirt rides up, giving him the perfect view of your waist, those soft curves that drive him absolutely crazy. Stan will mumble something like “god, babe—gimme a second, I gotta go fix somethin’ in the back room. . . you know how it is with my old bones.” but it’s all a damn lie because he just needs to take a breather after staring at your body for the last five minutes
♡ Stan absolutely loves when you’re riding him, leaning over with your tits pressed into his face. he doesn’t care if it’s just for a few seconds or longer, he wants to feel them on his lips. he’ll lift his head slightly to suck on your cute nipples or trail hot kisses down your cleavage, his hands gripping your ass as he pushes his hips up to meet you. “sh-shit, baby, lemme just. . .”
♡ you lean over the counter while talking to him, doesn’t matter if you’re talking about what’s for dinner or how the vending machine ate your dollar, his eyes are locked on your chest only, already undressing you in his mind. he’ll mutter something gruff like, “yeah, uh-huh”
♡ loves to make you squirm. Stan’s a teasing bastard and he knows exactly what he’s doing when he brushes his thumb over your sensitive nipple slowly, watching it pebble under his touch. “sensitive today, huh? what’s the matter, sweetheart? thought ya liked it when i played with these pretty little nubs of yours.” and then he pinches, just to hear you gasp and watch you press your thighs together
♡ i swear, Stan will make excuses to get you on his lap, just so he can slide his hands under your clothes and play with you while you sit there all flustered, giggling silly. “ain’t no law against touchin’ my girl, is there? c’mon, lemme have my fun, been thinkin’ about these all damn day.”
♡ as I mentioned, he’s a sucker for when you’re on top, bouncing on his cock while his big hands squeeze your waist, holding you so tenderly in his arms despite how hard and rough he bucks his hips into you, his mouth is latched onto your nipples. the way your breasts move drives him insane
♡ during lazy, slow sex, Stan loves lying on his side with you pressed against him, one hand massaging your breast as he thrusts into you slowly from behind. his lips are at your ear, whispering filthy things about how soft and warm you feel
♡ but when it’s rough, he’s gripping your breasts so hard you’ll have finger-shaped bruises the next day, pinching your nipples just to watch you arch your back and tremble under him, “you like that, huh? that’s right, my good fucking girl,” and every word he says he punctuates with a thrust. “can’t get enough of me touchin’ you, can ya?”
♡ reminder: Stan doesn’t just love your breasts because they’re sexy, though, yeah, they are. he loves them because they’re yours. soft, warm, comforting, just like you. and if he can bury his face in them and forget about the rest of the world for a little while? that’s just the cherry on top! a nice bonus!
♡ bonus: little blurb
sight of you in his suit jacket, oh god. that thing swallows you whole but it’s too big for you so it hangs off your shoulders, exposing your skin, letting him see your thighs as well. Stan’s jacket, smelling like cigars, is over you in a way that makes his throat go dry. and underneath that beautiful little bra you knew would make his head spin, it’s lace and soft cups hugging you in ways he wished his hands were right now. your cleavage drawing his attention like a magnet. no, it’s too goddamn much for Stan to handle
he’s slouched on the armchair, legs spread wide, trying to keep himself from losing control. his eyes latch onto the soft lace of your bra, the way it cups your tits just beautiful enough to tease him. he looks so needy already and you’ve barely touched him
“Jesus christ, doll.” sounds like he’s choking on his own breath. “yer doin’ this on purpose, parading around in my jacket, showin’ off these tits like some goddamn pin-up doll, huh.” his lips curl into a smirk
perfect, just exact reaction you waited. you bite your lip, stepping closer, swaying your hips for him. you play it coy, of course. shifting the jacket like it’s just slipping off, letting one strap of your bra peek out more. “what? this old thing?” you smile like you don’t know exactly what you’re doing
and then he’s got his hands on you in an instant, dragging you into his lap because he can’t stand another second of his pretty girl being out of reach. his palms feels rough as they grip your hips, tugging you down until your thighs straddle his.
“you tryin’ to kill me, toots? walkin’ around like that, wearin’ my jacket.”
your knees settle on either side of him, and his hands waste no time sliding up your thighs, over your hips, and straight to your waist, holding you close to him because this man is always starved for physical contact. his thumbs dip under the edge of the jacket, brushing the bare skin just above your bra
“Staaanley,” you breathe, your lips hovering just above his. your hands tangling in his hair, tugging just enough to make him groan.
“No, no, no, don’t you ‘stan’ me, pretty,” he mutters, and one of his hands slips behind your back to unclasp your bra with a flick of his fingers, the other cupping your breast like he’s been dying to touch you all day. “you don’t get to tease me like that, wearin’ this fuckin’ outfit, and then say my name like some innocent little thing. you know exactly what you’re doin’, don’tcha?”
his thumb brushes over your nipple and then his lips follow, placing wet and hot kisses along your breast, sucking gently before biting down to make you gasp.
“That’s it,” he groans against your skin. “wanna hear all those pretty little sounds you make, baby. fuck, you’ve got me harder than a goddamn rock.”
he’s saying true because you feel the evidence of that pressing against your core, even through your panties. his free hand slides between your thighs, fingers pressing against the damp fabric and you whimper when he rubs slow circles over your needy clit.
Stan grins as he pushes the lace aside. “you’re fuckin’ soaked. all this from me touchin’ your tits? jesus, doll, yer even dirtier than i thought.”
his fingers tease your wet entrance, rubbing over your folds before dipping inside, and your head falls against his shoulder, moaning as he pumps them slow and deep.
“C’mon, baby,” Stanley brushes his lips over your ear as he fucks you with his fingers, his other hand still kneading your breast. “tell me who you belong to. say my name, and i’ll give you everything you want. everything. I’ll fuck you so good.”
you moan his name, digging your nails into his shoulders
“Yes, that’s it,” his hand moves faster. “gonna make you scream for me, sweetheart. make sure you never forget who you belong to.”
#I NEED THIS OLD MAN#smut#gravity falls x reader#gravity falls#x reader#gravity falls x you#gravity falls smut#stan pines#stanley pines smut#grunkle stan#stan pines x reader#stan pines smut#stan pines x you#stanley pines x you#stanley pines x reader#gravity falls headcanons#gravity falls stanley
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Has Stcmo Ford come across a dimension that alerted him a Stanley was in danger, but he got there, everything seems fine. Keyword “seems”.
And after numerous checks, everything seems like in order. On the surface it just looks like another dimension with Ford, Fiddleford and Stan living together in gravity falls.
But there is just SOMETHING that feels immensely wrong about this dimension.
Like the way that this Stanley and Fiddleford seem a little too overly content with their lives, they aren’t seem to be lost or forgetting things so it can’t be the memory gun. And by the looks of it, the Bill Cipher of this dimension is dead.
In fact the more Stcmo Ford looks into it…
Filbrick is dead, Fiddleford’s wife Emma-May seems to be dead, Shermie is dead, newspapers on about the last few years show that many gang leaders have either gone mysteriously missing or have seemed to have been killed. Jimmy Snakes, Rico, several people who knew Stanley in prison are dead as well. Many people that would be considered a threat have been killed.
There’s something off about this Ford as well, he seems to always be watching Fiddleford and Stanley, the two always were within watch.
Like a wolf watching over his two sheep.
Not entirely sure what era this is happening in, but I'm gonna go out on a limb here and assume it's a "Mystery Trio AU" type situation, so it would be set in the early years in Gravity Falls.
Ford has been in Dimension 1R^86 for three days now and he's nearly at his wits end, he has no idea what the threat is or even where it might come from. He hasn't slept at all either, maintaining constant vigilance of the shack and it's inhabitants.
Ford is currently perched in one of the large trees surrounding the shack, hidden in the branches with a direct line of sight to both entrances. There's been nothing, no activity around the shack within a fifty foot radius. Which is another thing, Ford hasn't spotted so much as a gnome rooting through the trash in the three days he's been watching.
It's... something's not right but he can't put a finger on what.
With a growl, Ford's eyes flick to the icon in the top corner of his hud, selecting it with a thought so the data flooded onto the screen, his proximity sensors online to warn him if anything tries to sneak up on him while he's preoccupied.
D – 1R^86 | 29 yo | COD: Blunt Force Trauma
No change.
Ford exited out of the data with a frustrated huff, he'd done a lot of digging into the deaths that surrounded Stan and the results all pointed toward one Ford Pines being the culprit, but the way that he watched over his brother and Fiddleford so intently made it highly unlikely that he was the threat.
The Ford in this dimension reminded Ford 419"3 of himself, an ambush predator watching and waiting for the opportunity to strike. A wolf that muzzled itself in the presence of it's sheep so they would not be afraid, because despite the wolf's nature, those sharp teeth and claws were never meant for the sheep.
They were for other predators.
Other predators that might also be watching and waiting for the wolf to stray too far from the sheep, waiting for the wolf's teeth to go dull as it grew fat and lazy within the comfort of it's den. But not these wolves who starved themselves to keep their body lean, who kept their teeth sharp with frequent hunts, who lulled other predators into a false sense of security by leaving the sheep unattended-
Wait. Shit. How long ago did the Ford leave the house?
His proximity sensors shrieked at him and Ford barely managed to dodge the first bolt that had been aimed at his side, the second burying itself in his calf. So the Ford was looking to incapacitate and not kill, not exactly a comforting realization.
Ford's landing was sloppy, his leg buckling when he hit the ground in a crouch, giving the Ford just enough time to line up a clear shot. Neither moved, both waiting to see what the other would do. The Ford's aim was steady and his finger poised to shoot, his empty stare more akin to a shark than a wolf.
"You've been scurrying around for long enough, little rat." The Ford spoke calmly, with a voice void of emotion. It was unnerving, how robotic this Ford was when he wasn't with his brother and Fiddleford, like he was removing a mask. "Give me one reason why I shouldn't kill you."
"Your brother is going to die." Ford divulged, watching the Ford's hands flex on the crossbow, indecisive. Ford could work with that. "I can stop it from happening, but only if you let me work."
"You really think I'm going to trust you at your word?" The Ford asked with an ominous tilt of his head, dark eyes studying Ford as if he were a specimen. It made Ford's skin crawl, fingers twitching with the urge to gouge the Ford eyes out just so he would stop looking at Ford the same way He used to.
"You're going to have to because if you kill me, your brother is as good as dead."
#gravity falls#side quest#somebody to call my own au#stan and ford#stan pines#ford pines#stan twins#writing#ask box#overprotective ford pines#tw: implied murder#tw: serial killer ford
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Obligations - Part 2
Requested by @slay-thou-pookie @crossxskies @babypeapoddd and @damalseer
Part 1 > Part 2
Tags: Hurt
Twelve fingers. Ten toes. You’d counted them yourself multiple times. Of course, Stan had missed the birth of his nephew. He was in jail. Your husband was in jail. You drove back to the Murder Hut on your own. Stan was going to get an earful when he got home. You knew he knew that.
Now? You sat in that ugly yellow armchair with your son in your arms. You’d been too exhausted to walk up the stairs to the nursery Stan had put together. You kissed the newborn’s head, “Welcome home, sixer. Sorry your dad’s not here.”
In the quiet, you stared down at the bundle in your arms, counting his fingers again. You wondered what Ford would say if he were there. You knew he’d be in love. A part of him, however, would feel bad his kid inherited those extra fingers. If you ever saw him again, you planned to tell him just how much these six little fingers gripping one of yours meant to you.
“Did I miss it?” Stan shouted as he stormed into the living room.
You glanced at the baby in your arms and then back to him. “Yeah,” you sighed, “I’d say you did.”
You could see the regret written on Stan’s face. You had gotten married so you wouldn’t have to go through this alone, but you still had. It killed you. Not only was Ford gone, but Stan was too.
Placing the infant in his arms, you gave him a soft kiss to the cheek, “Meet your son, Stanford.”
Stan was so enamored by the baby in his arms, he didn’t say a word when you called him Stanford. He hated when you did that, often the names spilled from your lips in a fight on accident. Before you could sit back down, Stan took a hold of you with one arm, pulling you close.
“I’m sorry I missed it,” he muttered into your hair. You had plans to yell at him, but, looking at him now, holding your son, you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. “You did good, kid. He’s perfect.”
You took the baby’s hand in yours, holding it up for Stan to see, “Twelve fingers.”
“Ah,” Stan sighed, studying the baby’s hands, “just like his old man.” You could see the hurt in Stan’s eyes. You wondered why it was there. Apart of you knew the truth, but you didn’t want to see it. Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth. That’s what they say. Right? “What did you name him?”
“Stanley,” you said fondly as the baby is Stan’s are gave a little whine.
Stan looked at you, “You gonna tell em what you named the kid?” Your eyebrows furrowed. “How am I supposed to yell at him if I don’t know his name?”
“I named him Stanley, you idiot.”
Stan beamed before his lips met yours. At first, you didn’t know how to react, but you caressed his cheek anyways. This was just hormones. You knew that. Neither you nor Stan loved each other, at least, not like that. He knew you’d never love anyone else. You knew he couldn’t be tied down, a free spirit. Yet, you kissed him anyways, pretending he was Ford just for a moment.
As your son grew, Stan was a doting uncle father. He coached little league teams. He taught your son how to ride a bike. But that boy was all Stanford. He refused to take up boxing when Stan had suggested it. He preferred reading over sports, but you could never shake that ache in your chest when your little boy called him daddy.
This obligation Stan had inherited from his brother was trying more so on you than him. You knew Stan reveled in it. He loved being a dad and he was good at it. You credited natural instincts because you’d met Fillbrick Pines before. That man didn’t have a nurturing bone in his body. Stan? That man was so supportive.
Every report card was hung up on the refrigerator. Little Stanley’s artwork was framed and displayed in the Mystery Shack gift shop. Stan and Stanley even worked together to create attractions. It was sweet. They were sweet.
Before you knew it, your baby was a grown man. He looked so much like his father, six fingers an all. College graduations were plentiful. Your son was a graduate of West Coast Tech. Ford would have been so proud.
When Stan got that portal running again, you had cried. You were a bundle of emotions. What would Ford think? What would your son think? How would you break this news? How could you?
As soon as Ford came through that portal, everything changed. You ran into his arms despite the confusion on your son’s face. Kissing him again erased thirty years of despair. He was back. It was bittersweet. He was back, but he missed so much.
After Dipper and Mabel were sent to bed, the hard part began. “Heh, well son,” Stan started, “I guess it’s finally time we tell you the truth.”
Ford was still fuming. Stan had married you. He didn’t the one thing Ford never thought he’d do, steal his girl. He couldn’t blame you. He had left you. Now, you were his wife, mother of his child. It made Ford sick and he blamed himself. Had he not built that portal, you would be his wife. Your son would be his.
“I’m actually your uncle.”
“What?” Ford and your son questioned in unison.
You simply nodded, “I found out about 2 months after you left.” The look on Ford’s face was full of self-loathing. “I thought it was just stress. I didn’t think-“
Ford’s attention turned back to his son who had a haze of distrust clouding his mid. “You and Stan aren’t-“
“Nope,” Stan shook his head. “Technically, poindexter, you’re married to [Y/N].”
After a few weeks, after Weirdmegeddon, your son and his father grew closer, but Stan was always near by. You wondered how you had gotten so lucky, how your son had gotten so lucky. Without Stan, you couldn’t have done this on your own. Without Stan, you wouldn’t be packing him, your husband, and your son up for a year-long sailing trip.
“That’s everything,” you grinned, handing the last bag over to Stanley. You kissed his cheek, so proud of the man he had become. “Dong let your dad and Stan fight too much, please.”
Your boy hugged you tight, “I won’t, Ma.”
Ford kissed you softly. His hand clapped on his son’s back. “I won’t let anything happen to him. I promise.”
“[Y/N],” Stan called from the boat’s bow, “Did you pack the sunscreen? You know Stanley gets all lobstery in the sun.” Ever the worried dad.
#gravity falls#gravity falls x reader#ford pines#stanford pines#ford pines x reader#stanford pines x reader#stanley pines#stanley pines x reader#stan pines x reader#stan pines#chillinglyadventurousfics
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Having fun in the snow
MY FORD PLUSHIE CAME IN RAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH
#tuching it...#i asked if i should throw him into the snow and someone in a discord server im in#said to 'make him stare down at it knowing you couldve made him jump but didnt obviously' 😭 absolutely killed me#get ready for me to be even more annoying about these plushies when stan comes in im gonna take so many pictures#i wanna take em to the coast with me
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poisoned mercury | smau: one year!
lukecastell4n posted a story!
one year with my five ⭐️
tagged yn_yln.
yn_yln replied to this story:
yn_yln: i love you so much
yn_yln: i miss you so much
lukecastell4n: im literally in the kitchen making u breakfast
lukecastell4n: i love you more btw
yn_yln: idc about the food come back to bed
lukecastell4n: dont tempt me i will burn the pancakes
yn_yln: i need a kiss
lukecastell4n: 🏃🏻🏃🏻🏃🏻🏃🏻 coming
yn_yln: san francisco, new york, boston, and anywhere else you might end up, i’ll be right there by your side. happy one year to us. you’re my favorite person.
im not good with words the way that you are, my poet, but i’ll give you a hundred kisses and a million more to show you how i feel about you.
i love you, pretty boy. here’s to one year and a hundred more.
tagged lukecastell4n.
lukecastell4n: you’re never getting rid of me 🙂↕️
yn_yln: i know 😕
travisstoll: LMFAOOOOO
connorstoll: simp 🫵🏼
lukecastell4n: the emoji????? HELLOOOOO????
lukecastell4n: i love you five star. ♾️
yn_yln: i love you more 🩷
chrisr0driguez: imagine JUST BARELY celebrating ur one year 🥱 clarisselarue couldn’t be us!
clarisselarue: tell em baby
yn_yln: OK SORRY I WAS SCARED OF MY FEELINGS FOR HIM
lukecastell4n: yn_yln awww you have feelings for me fr??? 🥹
yn_yln: lukecastell4n i want to break up.
pois0nedmercuryf4n: LOL HER COMMENTS??? i love yn.
iluveluk3: no literally the perfect balance of love and bullying LOLLLLLL
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lukecastell4n: u guys are supposed to be on my side 😀
pois0nedmercuryf4n: lukecastell4n sorry we’re yn stans first!
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🎵: glue song by beabadoobee
lukecastell4n: not to be annoying on the main but today is my one year with my favorite person in the world and i need to share it with everyone.
my muse, my love, my forever five star. we’ve been apart more than we’ve been together in person this year but i wouldn’t choose anyone or anything else over you, over us.
the distance is fine for now because we have the rest of forever to be with each other. i love you, five star.
p.s stop looking over my shoulder while i type this.
tagged yn_yln.
yn_yln: how dare you make me cry on our anniversary
yn_yln: you’re evil
yn_yln: fuck i love you so much
lukecastell4n: i love you more you dork stop crying
yn_yln: i just want to make it known that he’s also crying rn
chrisr0driguez: everyone point and laugh at lukecastell4n 🤣🫵🏼
travisstoll: lukecastell4n 🤣🫵🏼
connorstoll: lukecastell4n 🤣🤣🤣🫵🏼
travisstoll: mama y papa
p0isonedmercuryluvr: real
chrisr0driguez: rs, so happy for you bro 🩷 don’t let her go
chrisr0driguez: clar will kill u i think
lukecastell4n: clarisselarue dont worry clar i wouldn’t even dream of it
clarisselarue: good 🥰🔪
p0isonedmercuryfans: happy 1 year to lukecastell4n and yn_yln! thank you yn for giving us bf!luke 🙏🏽
tagged lukecastell4n and yn_yln.
yn_yln: thank u guys!!!! 🩷🩷🩷
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lukeluvr: husband! luke when????
lukecastell4n: soon 🙂↕️🙂↕️
yn_yln: lukecastell4n 🤨🤨
lukecastell4n: gods can’t a guy plan a proposal in peace???
yn_yln: THE TABLOIDS ARE GONNA GO CRAZY WITH THIS ONE
iluvpm: the way luke and yn are probably giggling writing these comments while they’re next to each other rn omg
chrisr0dfan: GOD WHEN IS IT MY TUUUURRRNNNN
pm4ever: no ur so right… sleeping on the highway tn
lukecastell4n: iluvpm u would be correct.
iluvpm: lukecastell4n ARIANA WHAT ARE U DOING HERE
#poisoned mercury#poisoned mercury chats#luke castellan fic#luke castellan x reader#luke castellan x you#luke castellan smau#luke castellan one shot#luke castellan series#percy jackson smau#pjo#percy jackson fanfic#percy jackson#frances writes
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I think Normal Bill is almost just as intelligent and knowledgeable as his canon counterpart, since he had more time to focus on science and such instead of chaos and despair and.. just about every problem in the book.
Can he also still see through trees and The All Seeing Eye on the dollar bill?
Does he have all the powers of Canon Bill?
How does he feel about Ford and Dipper?
What would he think if he saw his parents?
And.. how does he feel about all the.. imagery of him throughout the world? (Remember how Ford had a fucking golden statue of him? And with the cave paintings.. and the dollar bill, the pyramids have a vague eye shape on them (since canonically they were statues of Bill until the top hat and hands fell off) The Eye Of Providence being a sign for God.. yeah it’s REALLY suspicious, I don’t think he really trusts the Pines family at this point, because they are horrible at hiding things, you don’t need to be an all seeing god to know that.
(Sorry for the long rant, I just love this AU)
Don’t apologise for a rant 🫵 I love rants, my brain just can’t comprehend them sometimes 💥
And also aww 🥹 glad you enjoy this AU ❤️
Okay lemme try answering 👏
First yes, absolutely, he’s a smart boi
His energy is just in the nerd stuff now, instead of chaotic insane vibes he has in the canon
Yea and I think he considers it normal lmao
“Wait what do you mean you don’t see through trees Mabel? Like.. I thought everyone did??”
He’s a smart boi, but he is oblivious in some instances
Not sure about all powers, but some for sure
Also this Bill walks everywhere, bc he never saw humans fly and didn’t consider trying (maybe he saw one human attempt it and decided to never try it himself 💀)
I honestly not really sure
Again not my initial idea, but remember one person saying that Bill would have some intrusive thoughts about Pines time to time, not understanding where they come from and probably feeling really guilty about those
But ultimately I think he would consider them a semi family to him
If y’all want a more detailed answer
He’s probably the closest to Mabel, bc she’s a forgiving person and treats Bill as a new person
This version of Bill would be in a girls squad and hang out with them during sleepovers (he’s a gossip girl come on 💅)
Dipper would still be cautious around Bill (as well as Ford), but would get used to him over time forming some sort of brotherly bond
Also Bill would ship Dipper and Pacifica, occasionally playing cupid for them during Dipper crushing on Wendy
He saw an opportunity to tease Dipper (and he said it would be a good enemies to lovers trope)
When people said “Stan would’ve taken that shot” yea, he would kill the child
But perhaps after seeing Mabel being buds with Bill, he just might be a little less defensive
It could both ways really: either Stan would be completely against Bill, but grow to tolerate his presence with occasional (semi)friendly bullying; or Stan would double down and just actively trying to kick Bill out
Either way they would have some sort of rivalry for sure
He would be buds with Soos and Wendy, just chilling with em on the occasion
And the last but not least Ford
He would be the most paranoid and cautious, not because he’s afraid of Bill like Dipper, but because Ford is afraid of “trigger the old Bill inside”
He and Dipper had an agreement to hide all possible information that could potentially remind Bill about his old self (all the Pines agreed to it too to some extent)
Were they successful in it? Who’s to say
Bill obliviousness saved em a bunch of times
And to address the elephant in the room: no, Billford does not exist in this AU
*booing can be heard across the fandom space* NO, YOU’RE NOT GETTING OLD MAN YAOI ON THIS ONE
🍅💥🐻❄️ *tiny bear screaming*
Anyway
I just don’t think it would be fitting in that particular scenario
Don’t get me wrong I like canon Billford (I love the memes and the fact that they are implied to be canon exes is hilarious), but canon Billford
This particular AU just makes the situation incredibly specific 💥
I tried to imagine a scenario where Billford could happen (like i dunno, they gave baby Bill to Oracle and then met his “normal” version)
But with the direction in which this AU went, I think it’s best to leave Ford and Bill with a platonic/parental relationship
To be fair it would be incredibly weird to raise your ex in a baby form 😭💥
But I never actually considered to continue this AU originally, so um 💥💥
I think Ford would just eventually start treating Bill like Mabel: he’s a new person now and to keep that new person undamaged, you need to keep a lot of information hidden (for everyone’s and Bill’s own sake)
This version of Bill and Ford would get along, bc they would both be nerds
(btw Bill’s design is similar to Ford, bc this is how nerds look 🤓💅/silly) (but you can adapt it in a way that Ford just had an influence on Bill, they have a family nerd look™️)
I’m still not sure what kind of time paradox shenanigans the went through to raise Bill tho 💥
This
Honestly I think it would be hilarious if he just thought it was some different guy
“A triangle… with one eye… what if.. naaaah I don’t have a top-hat”
Anyway thank u for the ask ❤️ hope it was fun to read through💥
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stage lights & stolen glances
Lando Norris x Amelie Dayman
Summary: Amelie steps onto the iconic stage of Wembley Stadium for her first performance at the Summertime Ball, but her nerves threaten to overwhelm her.
Wordcount: 2.6 k
Warnings: fluff, smau
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July 16th, 2024 - London, United Kingdom
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f1gossipalert: 🚨 Spotted! Lando Norris and both his and Amelie Dayman's families at the Summertime Ball in Wembley Stadium this weekend. 🎤✨ All eyes were on Amelie as she slayed her first-ever performance at the event. 👏 Lando’s all smiles and cheering for his girl – no surprise, since he’s always been her #1 fan! 😍 Looks like they’re hitting new milestones together, both on and off the track! 🙌💫
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f1fanatic99: Lando showing up to support his girl like the proud boyfriend he is 😩💯
→ f1gossiper47: @f1fanatic99 Bet he was just happy to see her on stage
f1girl25: Did anyone see the way Lando was looking at her on stage? 🔥🔥
mclaren_moments: Lando in the crowd like "yeah, I’m dating her, get in line" 😎💅
→ f1fanatic17: @mclaren_moments He’s probably out there singing her songs too 😂
f1fanboy2010: Imagine getting to watch your girlfriend perform at Wembley and still have to keep your cool with all those people around 🥴 → amazing_lando: @f1fanboy2010 Lando’s cool factor just hit a new level 😎💯
f1fanatic21: Lando really knows how to pick 'em, huh? 🔥🎤
f1gossiper69: Ah, the classic “supportive boyfriend” post. Cute, but did we hear a rumor about them possibly taking a break? 👀💔
→ landosupporter88: @f1gossiper69 Haters gonna hate, but we ALL know Lando's the biggest Amelie stan 💅
f1fansbykevin: So we’re just ignoring the fact that Lando’s looking like a snack here too? 👀💥 → landoisbae01: @f1fansbykevin Ain’t nobody ignoring that, he’s looking fine as hell 😎🔥
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The buzz of the crowd in Wembley Stadium was electric, the air thick with excitement as the anticipation for the Summertime Ball grew. Amelie could feel the heat of the stage lights on her skin, the vibrant pulse of the music vibrating through her body, but none of it helped to quell the nerves twisting in her stomach.
She was about to perform for tens of thousands of people, and though she had graced many stages before, this felt different. This was Wembley—an iconic venue that she’d dreamed of since she first started performing.
Her team was running around backstage, putting the final touches on her look, adjusting her mic, but nothing was easing the rising panic inside her. She could hear the crowd's roar in the distance, each second bringing her closer to the spotlight.
—Amelie, breathe,— her mom, Victoria, said gently, rubbing her shoulders as Amelie stood in front of the mirror backstage, adjusting her outfit one last time. —You’re going to kill it out there. Just remember why you started this.—
But no matter how many times Victoria reassured her, the jitters wouldn’t go away. Amelie took another deep breath and closed her eyes, trying to focus. Her mom saw the tension in her, though, and she knew just the thing to do.
Turning quickly, Victoria approached a member of Amelie’s team. —Find Lando,— she said, voice low but urgent. —I think she needs him.—
Meanwhile Lando was sitting in the stands with his family, surrounded by the noise and energy of the crowd, but his focus was entirely on Amelie. They were all cheering for Amelie, but there was an undeniable feeling of nervous excitement hanging in the air.
It was their first time seeing her perform on this scale, and Lando couldn't help but feel proud. She was his girl, and she was about to own the stage.
But when a member of Amelie’s team appeared, signaling Lando with a quick wave, he knew something was up. The man gave him a nod, and Lando immediately stood up, excusing himself from his family as he made his way toward the backstage entrance. He wasn’t sure why, but the urgency in the look on the guy’s face made Lando’s heart beat a little faster.
He made his way through the maze of corridors, quickly finding his way to the back of the stage where Amelie was preparing to perform. As he entered the area, he spotted her instantly. She was standing near the side of the stage, hands trembling slightly, her gaze fixed on the ground. She didn’t see him approach, but he could tell from her body language that she was struggling.
Lando’s heart dropped at the sight. She was always so confident, always so in control. But right now, she looked like she was about to collapse from the weight of it all.
—Hey gorgeous,— Lando said softly, stepping close to her, his voice soothing and familiar.
Amelie’s head snapped up, her eyes lighting up the moment they landed on him. A relieved smile tugged at her lips, and she quickly closed the gap between them, wrapping her arms around his neck.
—Lando,— she whispered into his neck, her voice shaky, —I don’t know if I can do this.—
Lando chuckled softly, his hands sliding down her back to comfort her. —Of course, you can. You’ve been preparing for this your whole life. And you’re going to crush it.—
He pulled back slightly to look her in the eye, his thumb brushing her cheek softly, his gaze dark and full of affection. She looked perfect, as usual, but right now she needed him. And he needed her, too.
—You’ve got this, Ames,— he whispered, leaning in closer, his breath warm against her ear. —I’ll be right there, watching you, supporting you every step of the way. You don’t need to do this alone.—
Amelie felt the heat of his words spreading through her body, calming her nerves and igniting something else—something she’d been trying to keep under wraps all day. The feel of his hands on her back, the warmth of his body so close to hers, the sound of his voice—it made her heart race in a way that had nothing to do with performance jitters.
—Promise?— she asked softly, her lips grazing his ear as she pulled away slightly.
Lando’s lips curled into a grin, that playful glint in his eyes. —I fucking promise.—
She laughed nervously, her hands trembling against his chest. The touch of his skin under her fingertips, the solidness of him in front of her—it was a comfort she could always rely on.
But there was something else simmering underneath her nerves, something that had been there for a while now whenever they were together. The pull between them was undeniable, and as much as she tried to keep her focus on the performance ahead, it was hard when all she could think about was how he made her feel.
Before she could stop herself, she leaned up on her tiptoes and kissed him, her lips urgent, needy against his. She had no idea why she felt the sudden surge of heat, but she didn’t care. Lando’s hands cupped her face immediately, returning the kiss with just as much intensity.
Her body pressed against his, the taste of his lips igniting a spark that Amelie couldn’t ignore. The rush of passion was instant, and even though they were in the back of the stage, mere feet away from hundreds of people waiting for her to perform, it was hard to care about anything else.
They pulled back for a breath, both of them panting slightly. Lando’s fingers dug into her waist, and his eyes were dark, filled with something more than just love. —You’re killing me, Ames,— he murmured, his lips trailing along her jawline. —You’ve got to be fucking joking.—
Amelie smirked, running her fingers down his chest teasingly. —What? Can’t handle a little kiss from your girlfriend?— she teased, her voice low and sultry. She was feeling confident now—empowered. The moment they had shared, the way he held her, the way he made her feel... it worked.
Lando groaned quietly, his hands sliding lower. —Baby, you know what I want to do to you right now, but I can’t. Not here. Not before you go on.—
She laughed softly, the sound light and carefree. —Well, I’m not that distracted,— she said, pressing a teasing kiss to his lips. —I’ll get on stage and do what I came to do. But I might just think about you while I’m out there.—
Lando raised an eyebrow, his grin widening. —You’re a fucking tease, you know that?—
Amelie smirked and gave him a playful shove, stepping back as she took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. —Let me go do my thing. I’m not gonna let my nerves get the best of me, not when I’ve got you cheering me on.—
Lando stepped back, nodding with a wink. —I’ll be right here, baby. And when you’re done, I’ll make sure you get all the attention you deserve.—
Amelie gave him one last look, filled with affection and excitement, before she walked toward the stage entrance, her confidence returning in full force. Lando watched her go, his heart swelling with pride, knowing she would absolutely own this.
The crowd's roar reverberated through the stadium as Amelie stepped onto the stage, the spotlight hitting her like a wave. She could feel the pulse of the music beneath her feet, and the beat of her heart seemed to sync with it. For a moment, she hesitated, caught in the sea of lights and faces. But then, she remembered Lando.
His smile, his promise, his touch. His words echoed in her mind: You’ve got this. It was all she needed. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly, the nerves dissipating as the music swelled around her.
She moved to the center of the stage, the rhythm taking over. The crowd erupted into applause as her voice filled the stadium, powerful and confident. She could see them all—the fans, the familiar faces of her family and Lando’s in the stands. But it was the one person she kept searching for, the one who had calmed her nerves just minutes before, who made everything feel right.
Lando was standing just off to the side of the stage, not in the private grandstand as originally planned, but in the open for everyone to see. His presence was undeniable. He was watching her intently, a soft but proud smile on his lips, eyes fixed on her every move.
Amelie could feel the electricity in the air, the buzz of excitement that hit a new peak when Lando stepped into view. His smile was wide and proud, his eyes fixed on her like she was the only thing that mattered in that vast stadium. She couldn’t help but grin back, her nerves slowly melting away as the rhythm of the song took over.
The crowd went wild when they spotted him, whispers of "Lando!" and "Look! It's Lando Norris!" filling the air. Cameras flashed, and the energy in the stadium seemed to shift, becoming even more electric. But for Amelie, none of that mattered. She could feel his presence like a warmth in the pit of her stomach, a constant, grounding force that calmed her heart.
And there he was, standing in the middle of the chaos, her biggest supporter, right in front of the stage. She could see him mouthing the lyrics to her song, his lips syncing along, and it made her heart swell with pride. He was in his element too—no longer the reserved F1 driver, but just Lando, her boyfriend, the guy who would do anything to support her.
Her voice grew more confident with every word, the energy of the crowd feeding her performance. She danced, she sang, and most importantly, she let herself feel the moment. She wasn’t just performing for her fans; she was performing for herself, for the people who loved her, and for the guy standing right there, cheering her on.
Her voice grew more confident with every word, the energy of the crowd feeding her performance. She danced, she sang, and most importantly, she let herself feel the moment. She wasn’t just performing for her fans; she was performing for herself, for the people who loved her, and for the guy standing right there, cheering her on.
Mid-song, Amelie’s eyes found Lando again. He was standing at the edge of the stage, his eyes locked onto her with such intensity that it made her knees weak. She winked at him, throwing in a playful, teasing smile as she sang the next line, and to her surprise, Lando winked back, mouthing "You’re amazing, Ames."
The flirtation, the intimacy, the connection—they didn’t care who was watching. They weren’t just two public figures; they were two people who were absolutely, undeniably in love, and the world was witnessing it.
As she hit the chorus, she felt a surge of confidence. She twirled around, arms spread wide, basking in the sheer joy of the moment. Her heart raced, but it wasn’t from nerves anymore. It was from the rush of performing on this stage, knowing that Lando was right there, supporting her every step of the way. The crowd could feel it too—the electricity between them was palpable.
She threw herself into the performance, singing with all the passion she had in her. The crowd’s reaction was overwhelming, but it was nothing compared to the way Lando’s eyes never left hers. He wasn’t just watching her perform; he was watching her be the woman she was meant to be.
The next chorus came, and Amelie pushed her nerves aside completely. She was on fire now, the excitement of the crowd, the music, and Lando's unwavering support igniting something in her. Her steps were precise, confident, and when she reached the center of the stage again, she threw her arms out wide, soaking in the applause.
With one final spin, she let go of the last of her nerves. The music swelled to its climax, and she finished the song with a fierce, confident note. The crowd erupted into cheers, but for Amelie, there was only one person she wanted to see. She glanced at Lando one more time as she took a bow, and his proud, loving gaze was all she needed.
The roar of the crowd seemed to fade as the adrenaline coursed through her veins. She was breathing hard, her chest rising and falling, but her heart was full, her soul lighter than it had been all day. Lando had been right there, supporting her without hesitation, and it made the entire moment even more special.
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ameliedayman: Mila’s first wembleyyyy thank you @capitalofficial for having us at your summertime ball. 80,000 of you singing along did not feel real :’) you’ve been so good to me UK thank you!!!!
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landonorris: Can confirm the hottest performer and the hottest crowd 🔥 Wembley’s never seen anything like you 😏 → ameliedayman: @landonorris And you’re the loudest fanboy there 🥰 don’t stop 😘
alexwolffofficial: Wembley? More like Milabey. You crushed it 💪✨ → ameliedayman: @alexwolffofficial STOP, you’re making me blush 😳😂
thisisrozzi: Iconic doesn’t even cover it. You OWNED that stage! 👑🎤 → ameliedayman: @thisisrozzi Awwww love youuuu 🥹❤️
fan4norris: How is Lando not combusting seeing his girl like THAT on stage? 😩🔥
hateralert56: Meh, overrated. Wembley’s seen better. 🙄 → f1fanatic90: @hateralert56 Keep crying while she keeps winning, babe 💅
f1dramaqueen: Amelie serving LOOKS, VOCALS, and STAGE PRESENCE 👏👏 Wembley is quaking!
capitalofficial: She’s the moment. Lando’s the hype man. We’re just lucky to witness it 👏 → ameliedayman: @capitalofficial Best. Comment. Ever. 🙌❤️
maxfewtrell: Wembley? Casual. Can you chill with the world domination for like five seconds? 🤣 → ameliedayman: @maxfewtrell No. Next question. 😌💅
pietrapilao: Literally screaming. I got goosebumps during Espresso 🔥☕ → ameliedayman: @pietrapilao I saw you crying, don’t lie 👀😂
haterenergy: Why is she performing at Wembley? She's overrated.
groupiealert: Lando looking at her like she’s the only person in the world… I’m so single. 😭 → landostan87: @groupiealert Same...
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Tanjiro x male reader<3
Tanjiro x male reader won second place in the poll!! :) enjoy tanjiro stans<3
Starting back at the final selection let’s say that’s when you met
just to clear things up
and you two started dating some time after that
of course eventually making it official
tanjiro was quite flustered when he realized his sexuality might be different from tradition
but he wasn’t afraid to be bi/gay/pan or anything
he just thought- ..! Actually he never really thought of that type of thing..
I mean he was kinda too young
but now that your together!
he has time to figure it all out :)
tanjiro is such a sweet lover!
and helpful!
and caring!
(Really he’s a ball of love)
if you feel tired he carries you
(Even if your both beat up after a mission)
if you need water he’ll spare you some of his or go fetch some
And he’s always down to spar at any type of day!
I will say he’s not thinking about you in that way when you take your shirt off
but when you do he definitely admires you!
you might have abs seeing as though the demon slayer corps has………...harsh (brutal) training 😅
if you do then he sees it as a result of your hard work!
same with scars!
especially with scars<3
he can 100% relate and you two share stories about each one
if you have any—you probably trauma bond
you guys just end up talking all night long about your past, everything that happened, your pain, whether you want revenge or not and so on!
It strengthens your trust and relationship with each other
btw if anyone asks why your together as two males or how you know you actually like men..
tanjiro will humbly and politely educate (lecture) them on how important you are to each other, how you met, why/when you started dating and even if they don’t like it, it’s simple to walk away instead of disrespecting your relationship!
I hope y’all don’t run into uzui..
(y’all do)
that man has THREE wives why wouldn’t he question when he sees you two?? 😬🧍♀️
tanjiro had to hit em with the quick fix cuz when I tell you he did not let that slide 😂
especially with how slick uzui mouth be gettin..😒
Tanjiro also has learned to adjust to scavenging for food (he grew crops with his mom)
as well as inosuke (he grew up in the wild) and zenitsu (he used to have crops with his sensei)
so if you can too, great!
if not the 3 of them work together to make the 4 of you meals
and after they learn how to stop burning them
theyre pretty tasty too!!
don’t expect inosuke to share.
do expect inosuke to take
-note to self, m/n.
zenitsu doesn’t see the attraction to males instead of females
he won’t judge but will ask you two if your sure your into males
and after tanjiro gives him that lecture about being respectful-
he doesn’t question it again
LOL
inosuke straight up don’t care
he doesn’t really view relationships in a romantic way
its more so between “they’re beneath me” , “they’re above me, I must beat them”
so no worries about him judging either 😋
if nezuko doesn’t like you
it’s not to say tanjiro won’t date you because of it
but I’ll honestly say it plays a factor
If sweet nezuko doesn’t like you it prob means something..🤨
she has good instincts so tanjiro might start to assume you have ill intent or smth 😬
he’ll try to get her to like you and if she warms up to you he assumes it might’ve been personal 😂🤷♀️
but if she doesn’t..
he finds you like 30% less attractive🧍♀️
if she does like you from jump, she starts to protect you as well
and loves to spend time with you when she’s outside her box
tanjiro adores this and you three cuddle or play in each other’s hair whenever you have the time
It also makes him happy if you accept nezuko as a demon quickly
after missions tanjiro finds you, nezuko, zenitsu and inosuke
then cries
like your all just a crying mess tbh
i mean unless your like emotionally unavailable..
BC I DON’T SEE HOW YOU COULD NOT CRY AS A MINOR WHO HAS TO KILL LITERAL HORRIFYING BEASTS FOR A LIVING?!?!?!?
Tanjiro will help you achieve your goals as you likely help him achieve his
even more so after that night you had where you opened up to each other about your past
(again, only if you have truama)
tanjiro is really grateful for you
before all he had was nezuko
and aside from zenitsu and inosuke
now he has you!! 💗
tanjiro’s love languages are acts of service, quality time, words of affirmation and (shy) physical touch
actually maybe some gift giving when he can too!!
so all?!
such a green flag 💖
for acts of service as I said he’ll genuinely do any sane thing you ask of him
he cares about you that much
he won’t bother to complain about being tired either
he automatically assumes your either doing worse or he’s fine
as for quality time he gets really relieved when he gets sent on missions with you
at least he can be there to see and protect you
(or maybe vice versa 😂)
he’d beat himself up about not being able to protect you more if you get serious injures
tends to your wounds everyday then trains vigorously
to get stronger and protect you as you fight along side him when he fights muzan
if your gonna fight along side him in that battle? He’s gonna need to be strong enough to protect you.
he doesn’t want to loose you.
especially not to that man.
he lost everything to him.
he won’t let it happen again.
💗💕💖🍡♥︎
for quality time outside of missions ✌︎('ω')✌︎
tanjiro likes to train, cuddle, go on walks, go shopping, chit chat :)
All that good stuff <3
with words of affirmation he really just praises you all the time
”you did your best today in training! I could tell! :D”
“You look great today m/n!! I’m glad your wearing the (favorite men’s jewelry piece) I got you!”
”I can definitely tell your getting stronger, m/n!!!”
c:
it can also be
“get a good nights sleep, m/n! I love you!”
”be careful on your mission okay? I love you, m/n!”
“thank goodness we surviveeeeed!!! I love you m/n!! I love you so much!!”
now lastly for (shy) physical touch
he is nervous to touch you
he doesn’t wanna make you uncomfortable, yes that’s the last thing he wants
he doesn’t know how to execute it so he ends up either asking or making it very obvious of what he’s trying to do
that way you can shut him down early on just in case
and you won’t feel pressured to let him if you dislike affection
which mind you he does asks if your okay with it first
so that’s likely not the case
if you did mention your distaste for physical affection, however, it’s duly noted in his mind and will keep it to a minimum
your gonna have to discuss boundaries or else he’s gonna act like you have the plague trying not to upset you 🤦♀️🤷♀️
Tanjiro doesn’t dislike pda or anything
he’s just a bit embarrassed about it
maybe if it’s more subtle like resting your head on his shoulder, then yeah that’s okay!
hugging too!!
but direct kissing or hand holding?
his face is a cherry and he’s apologizing to the passerbyers for disturbing them
even if they don’t mind
he’s self aware when it comes to not disturbing others
tanjiro can be a little flustered/shy about things but he’s certainly isn’t embarrassed about your relationship!
he’s quite proud, actually!
will happily tell/correct anyone that asks or misjudges♡♡♡
It’ll make me happy if you enjoyed this, so hopes to you did!
(apologies for the procrastination, and thank you for your patience lovelies!)
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I just think that love and friendship are just so important i think we all should talk about this more
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Just another day of dealing with two of their four kids
Mabel, not being able to sleep: *Quietly* Dipper, are you awake?
Dipper: *Snores*
Mabel: Ugh. Fine. *Climbs Out of Bed and Grabs Dipper's Ankle Before Dragging Him to Their Grunkles' Room* You want cereal or toast for breakfast?
Dipper: *Snores*
Mabel: *Steps on Dipper's Tail*
Dipper: *Yelps and Shoots Forward, Accidentally Headbutting Mabel* OW! Mabel!
Mabel, rubbing her head: You wouldn't wake up!
Dipper, baring his teeth: And that means you can just step on my tail?!
Mabel, baring her teeth as well: What else was I supposed to do?! I dragged you from our room to here and you didn't wake up! And you snore like... like... something that snores really loud!
Twins: *Snarl Loudly at Each Other*
Stan: *Tiredly Opens the Room Door and Picks Up the Pups* Alright, enough fighting. It's two in the morning. *Closes the Door with His Foot and Walks Over to/Plops Back Into Bed*
Mabel, muffled: Grunkle Stan! Get off! You're heavy!
Dipper: We're gonna die under your big belly!
Fidds, just wanting to sleep: Oats, let 'em go.
Stan, half asleep: I 'unno what you're talking 'bout.
Fidds: *Snickers and Smirks as the Pups Desperately Wiggle to Freedom*
Mabel: *Kicks Stan's Arm Lightly* You coulda killed us.
Dipper, already falling asleep again: We deserve a more honorable death.
Stan, slapping Mabel with his tail and putting a hand on Dipper's face: Sleep. You. Now.
Mabel: *Grumbles and Cuddles Next to Stan* You will feel vengeance.
Stan: Mhm.
Dipper, cuddling up to Fidds: *Yawns* G'night.
Fidds: Sweet dreams, little ones.
#Gravity Falls#Fiddlestan#Monster AU#Werewolf Gene AU#Mabel is a Bit More Pushy in This AU#Dipper's Still Somewhat Shy But Fidds is (Surprisingly) Helping Things be More Comfortable#Should I Make a Fidds and Dipper Bonding Post?#I Think Dipper Would Like a Parent-Child Bond#Especially with Someone of Naturally Shy Nature Like Him#Though Fidds Doesn’t Act That Shy When He Has to Deal with Discrimination From the Town#He's Learned to Harden His Heart to Anyone But Family
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Would Warito like Ford or would he just like have an opposite reaction to him than he has with Stan. They're both old men so maybe not but I'm curious
OK SEE
what's Funny about wari'to and ford is that they mesh really well. ford knows a lot abt Dimensional and Occult shit that wari'to also knows about so they would actually have a lot more in common than you'd think, and wari'to knows a lot more than ford, so you know ford wants to pick that kittybunny brain like nothing else.
wari'to would also laugh at ford's jokes.
the sticking point, though, is that ford. is not nice to stanley. wari'to tries playing mediator but it all goes up in flames, sometimes literally? either way. these brothers are not seeing eye to eye anytime soon. so unfortunately that means wari'to DOES have to kill him (hyperbole)(or is it).
ok he wouldnt kill him but he'd definitely start the Passive Aggressive Brother in Law Wars of 2012. No Survivors.
i do also like thinking abt an alternate timeline where wari'to hooked up with stanford first and then they arrive back to earth and after perhaps Years of ford just going WOE IS ME MY BROTHER RUINED ME then wari'to spends two seconds around stanley and
there's also hidden extra lore that i will get to. at another time. gotta leave em wanting more more
#would warito dump ford for stan. HMMM. WEEEEELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL#gravity falls#grunkle stan#ford pines#doodles#warito#warito in gravity falls
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Okay, so, y’all already know I’m one of “those” Jinx stans(I don’t think she did anything truly monstrous and would defend her with my life). I feel this way for two main reasons: I see myself in her, and my personal biases kick in when it comes to my girl.
Now, I don’t consume fiction to make moralistic judgments of the characters; I’m here to have fun and be entertained. But, because stan culture has affected us all and made fandom discussions so personal and emotionally charged, I’ll bite. There are ppl in this fandom who won’t even call Silco a proper villain because of how nuanced he is. As if two things can’t be true; it is perfectly possible to be both nuanced AND a villain. Yet this same sympathy is not always expressed when talking about Jinx. Why is that?
Answer: misogyny and the demonizing of ppl with mental illness imo. Cause that’s the only plausible explanation I’m willing to accept why so many think of Jinx as a monster for killing cops, gang members, and asshole politicians, yet give all the grace in the world to Silco, who flooded the Lanes with Shimmer, had children working in his factories, was ready and willing to kill Powder before she hugged him, and waxed poetic about revolution when he never had any real plans of helping Zaun. He just wanted to be in charge. Like I said, I don’t consume fiction to make moralist judgments of the characters. But Silco’s actions are WAYYYY worse than Jinx’s, by a long shot.
And to my second point: my personal feelings. Disclaimer: ofc I don’t think killing ppl is right, nor am I an advocate for mindless slaughter. However, that is not what Jinx does. Her views on violence are incredibly warped due to the environment she grew up in. But even still, she NEVER harms innocent, non-combatants, much as some parts of this fandom likes to act like she does. I love the Firelights! I sympathize with their plight! But, they are literally a gang. And the ones that Ekko rolls with(Scar and the others) have inserted themselves into armed conflicts with Jinx before. They have been shown to be willing to use lethal force.
Silco is a drug kingpin. Jinx is his daughter. So no, I don’t think the daughter of a drug lord engaging in armed conflict with gang members makes her “monstrous”. It’s a street fight. Anything goes. If you pull up with bats and fists, and somebody else pull up guns ablazing, I do think that they’re responsible for escalating the conflict. I also think that in a street fight, you can’t pull up on someone and expect them to abide by the rules you set for yourself, yk? To continue this, as I said, the Firelights were willing to use lethal force. In episode six, when they interrupted Vi and Jinx’s reuinion, Scar knocked Vi out cold. He then raised his spear and was about to stab her in the back before Ekko stopped him. They then proceeded to kidnap Vi and Caitlyn. All of this because they followed Vi and THOUGHT that she was working for Silco! Is assaulting, almost killing, and kidnapping someone just because of your suspicions not “monstrous”? Or is it different because the Firelights are the “good guys”?
Now onto the Enforcers. Jinx sees the Enforcers as monsters who killed her parents right in front of her, and brutalized Zaunites all throughout her childhood. I know the show is fictional, but it touches on real life political themes. And our real life experiences inform how we consume fiction. I’m Black, female, queer, and from the US. The Enforcers are incredibly reminiscent of cops in my country. And if you know anything about the history of policing in this country, then you’d understand why I don’t give nary a fuck, nor a shit, nor a damn that Jinx kills Enforcers. Same sentiment applies to the Council. Fuck em🤷🏾♀️🤷🏾♀️🤷🏾♀️
Tldr: I don’t think killing someone is the worst thing you can do to them. It’s about who you kill and how you do it. Jinx quickly kills cops, gang members, and politicians. I never have, nor will I ever, consider her doing so “monstrous”
#arcane#jinx#arcane meta#im one of those jinx stans#fuck piltover#fuck enforcers#they got what they deserved 🤷🏾♀️#arcane ramble#just ignore me low key lmaoo
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