#Molly Mole

[peppaplg]

molly !

[daikenkki]

Title Too Long #06 by KitKatDroi

[lilac-gold]

I love how Perfectheart is canonically only the way she is because Sweetheart interfered with the experiment that created her. She's only considered 'perfect' after SWH touches the glass she's contained in and alters her form; Perfectheart is essentially a physical manifestation of Sweetheart's long for perfection. She is what SWH longs to be and pretends to be, but SWH also hates her since Perfectheart is so genuinely good. SWH wanted to marry herself, not what is in her eyes a mimicry of her perfection. To her, she already is perfect, having convinced herself as much, so suggesting that Perfectheart is better than her would cut into her deepest insecurities and affect her greatly.

Sweetheart is her own enemy. She could've been happy with Rococo, but then she locked him in the walls because she thought she deserved better. She could've been happy with the sprout moles, but then she set out on a quest for love because she thought she needed a lover. She could've been happy with Spaceboy, but then she ripped out his heart because he disagreed with her and she refused to believe she could be wrong. She could've been happy with Mutantheart, but she dismissed her immediately as below her and unworthy of her love. She could've been happy with Roboheart, but she rushed Molly's code and they were convinced RBH was programmed to kill instead of love.

But she never would have been happy with Perfectheart because Perfectheart is both what she loves and loathes. What she wants more than anything else but knows she'll never reach. SWH is too self-centred, too unempathetic, too rude, too emotionally unstable, too unwilling to learn from her mistakes. SWH has (if any) very little morals.

Perfectheart is perfect because Sweetheart wants to be, and that's the reason why the latter rejects her

[echo-s-land]

Following, "I only realized I have dimples a few years ago" and "I finally noticed I have moles although small on my face":

Something I thought was a pimple is actually a mole

Idk when it appeared bc I really didn't mind much but it has at least been several months

[steveharrington]

on a thread in the rdr2 subreddit about characters ppl hate the most and finding out people hate miss grimshaw….. stop….

[evumeimei]

one day I'll write a mdzs fic where the different sects are actually different folk dance sides (I probably won't)

[anastasia-selwyn]

Hello, my name is Anastasia Lynx Selwyn. Yes, you heard correctly, Selwyn. I am the only daughter born after a century of sons, the pride and joy of our pureblood line. Pureblood royalty, if you please.

I am currently fifteen years old, and in my fifth year at Hogwarts as a Slytherin student, a prefect for my house as well.

My friends call me Annie, but if I do not like you or if we aren't even close to being acquaintances, do not refer to me as such or you will be hexed into the next century. It's Anastasia for the rest of you.

Here are some people I am forced to know.

By the way, if you annoy me, you'll be getting a nickname from me.

Fellow SLYTHERINS

@vidiadelafairy - vidia carrington

@vszabini - valentina zabini

@antoniadolohov - antonia dolohov

@the-queen-bellatrix - bellatrix black

@andromedashoax - andromeda black

@flowers-of-narcissus - narcissa black

@whokilledevanrosier - evan rosier

@pandoras-nox - pandora rosier

@malfoy-lu - lucius malfoy, the naked mole rat

@little-king-official - regulus black

@severusprince-snape - severus snape

@cas-not-the-band - dorcas meadowes

@averykissableguy - edmund avery

@fire-allayer - bruce mulciber

@aelius-with-a-quill - aelius fawly

@rodolphus-le-strange - rodolphus lestrange

@daughter-of-spring - persephone lylia

@thathojamie - jamie, my amazing love!

GRYFFINDORS

@james-the-amazing-potter - james potter

@thebr1ghteststar - sirius black

@looneymoonyy - remus lupin

@wormy-loves-ch33se - peter pettigrew

@marls-mckinn0n - marlene mckinnon

@hjonesworld - hestia jones

@mary-mcdeal - mary macdonald

@alicethekindone - alice fortescue

@k1ndest-keeper - frank longbottom

@lilytheginger - lily evans

@flyasaphoenix - phoenix harvey

@mollberryshortcake - molly prewett

@fabian-with-an-f - fabian prewett

@lialovergirl - lia matthews

@gav-the-rockstar - gavin prescott

@xoazalea - azalea anderson

RAVENCLAW

@mystical-magical-me - gilderoy lockhart

@xeno-graphical - xenophillius lovegood

@tjsinclairofficial - theodore sinclair

@emmelineandhervans - emmeline vance

@poison-penmanship - rita skeeter

@camille-laurier - camille laurier

@king-ofthe-crop - kingsley shacklebolt

@kingalexanderthegreat - alexander kemet-ali.

@gabbyjchen - gabriella chen

HUFFLEPUFF

@oxxen--free - olivier hrdina

@sybill-patrica-trelawney - sybill trelawney

@imogenmorningstar - imogen morningstar

@adam-lukas-morningstar - adam morningstar

@magandang-kaluluwa - elias smith

[popcornforone]

Little Red Bows

A Dave York Fan Fic

Merry Christmas everyone

Time for some festivities from our favourite stabby murder daddy, David Christopher York. Oooh & it’s rather delicious. Sorry shouldn’t hype it up but I’ve enjoyed writing & editing this one. Daves still number 1 for me.

Synopsis:- Dave admires your special wrapping skills so much so that he can’t wait to open his own Christmas gift.

Word Count:-3100

Warnings:- DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18! DAVE YORK COMES WITH HIS OWN WARNING! Sex, lost of sex, including oral & anal, good play, innuendo, alcohol, swearing, chocking, teasing. Basically if you’ve read any of my Dave fics before you know what’s coming. Also the use of the word Daddy (I know it’s a trigger for some of you). The reader is Daves wife & the kids mum but you are not Carol (unless you want to be)

Thank yous lol so much for reading. Have an amazing festive period.

“Night night molly” he said as he kissed her head. Slowly leaving her bedroom, making sure the night light is glowing purple stars for her. He Silently closes the door. Not even a click. Being an assassin he’s good at that. Can get in & out without a sound. She’s fast asleep not even knowing she’s nodded off. Alice fell asleep much earlier.

Dave makes his way back down stairs & into the kitchen getting some ice from the freezer for his whiskey. As the top come off the bottle her hears you humming. You’re sat on the floor of the little snug area just down from the kitchen, headphones in, crafting away. Dave looks up to see you looking all cute eating a chocolate oranage wrapping up gifts. He gets another glass & pours you a whisky too before he slowly comes to join you. Even with your headphones on you can work out where he’s coming from. You take out the left ear pod & smirk.

“Both asleep?”

“Snug as a bug baby” he says as he leans down & hands you your glass. He goes to move but you grab his shirt. “Forget something did i?” He asks.

“You know it” your eyes widen & soon your lips meet deeply. It doesn’t matter how many times you’ve kissed Dave it still feels so good. He’s always desperate for your touch & you are just desperate to be seen by him. He slips his tongue in for a few hungry seconds before pulling back & sighing. He sits on the sofa behind you putting his drink on the table & looks at the scene in front of him.

“How many more gifts to go” he says. In front of you are gift tags, stars, snowflakes, tape ribbons, bows, brown paper, wrapping paper, glitter paper, & lots of different colour pens.

“Tonight & tomorrow morning & we should be done except for whatever you’ve got me Dave but I can’t exactly wrap that up” you say. He rubs your shoulders.

“You do such a good job baby”

“I mean you said I didn’t have to go all out but it’s nice, I get some me time, I get to craft & create & it’s fun”

“Yes & then they get the gift & take off all the hard work you have done”

“You gonna have to open your gifts so slowly now on Christmas Day Dave” you point a gel pen at him as you write the next label.

“True but just look at this…” he hold up a ribbon you’ve curled with tape & attached to a bow. “… I mean yes I have a specific set of skills but this is beautiful.” You laugh “no seriously, these little bows, those ribbon curls, the personalised gift tags, it’s astonishing”

“It’s really not that hard Dave” you smile but are also secretly so proud. It takes a lot to impress Dave & he’s heaping praise on you. Or maybe he just wants his dick sucked. Or both. Probably both. “I could teach you” his hands roam over your shoulders. Yea he wants his dick sucked.

“Really,” he rests his head on your shoulder. “Show me baby.” He kisses your neck & you let out a tiny moan & sigh. You get out the ribbon & the scissors & show him how to curl it. Not that he’s looking at it & not that you care. He’s looking at the at the way your lips move as you speak, how your eyes light up with passion, how that mole on your chin is the most perfect beauty mark that people would pay thousands for & yet you’ve had it since birth.

“& then you cut their throat” you say bluntly. Dave shake his head in shock.

“WHAT!?” You giggle.

“I knew you weren’t listening Dave”

“Did you now” he grabs the scissors out of your hand. “You know I could kill you in 13 different ways with these scissors”

“But you’d never be able to make a pretty bow” you smirk as he pulls you into his lap. He’s hard, he’s very hard. You gulp down a few swigs of your whisky. You place your glass next to his as his hands roam your body.

“I think I’d have other pressing issues instead of bows & glitter” he says. His hands on the outside of your trousers rubbing the material so that it rubs against your clit.

“Dave stop” you moan but enjoying every second.”or at least promise you’ll help me tidy up a little for in the morning after this.”your own hand goes on auto pilot undoing his belt after you turned to face him. The zipper sound louder than the music in your remaining ear pod.

“You got it baby” he sits back on the sofa & man scapes. he’s got thick thighs but an even thicker dick that he just flops out of his boxers as you tie your hair up & gulp some of his whiskey down.”hey that’s…” but your lips meet his to shut him up. Passionate doesn’t cover the ferocity of the kiss.

“Yours baby, just like me Dave, I’m all yours” you trails your hands down his body eventually get to his penis. Leaking precum, erect & ready for pleasure. “Hello big boy” you moan before licking across the top of it, before looking up at Dave & spitting on his shaft. He loves it when you do that. He always tense up when you do it.

“So good to me sweetheart” his hand runs around a your face & he smirk & nods. He watches down as you engulf him. Bobbing. Taking him into your mouth, slowly. Gagging for his enjoyment. “That’s my girl” he thrusts into you & he grabs where you’ve tied your hair up. “You look all sweet but damn you love getting a facial” he keeps your head in place watching your eyes stream as he fucks your mouth. “God I love it when you gag, so fucking hot” he whines. You can see when you look into his eyes, he loves eye contact, he’s intense at everything, that he’s already approaching his peak. His eyes so dilated. The hand not holding your head gripping to the arm of the sofa for dear life. “Fuck sweetheart, fuck fuck fuck I… oooh fuck” hot ropes of cum spill down your throat & your mouth. He quickly lets go of your head & pulls his cock back. Splatters land on your face.”oooh fuck baby” he finishes to make sure your face glistens. He then looks at you, hands in your lap looking up at him pleadingly to mop up your face. He’s still breathless as he looks at you, trying to calm down.

“Dave”

“Hmmm” he then smile coming back to reality. “Kiss first then clean up & then I’ll look after you”

Christmas Eve has now rolled around. You spent the day with the girls baking cakes, cookies & getting some prep done for tomorrow’s Christmas dinner. Dave went & delivered a few gifts & apparently went to get your Christmas present, but you’ve worked it out already. He’s good at secrets on a life & death situation but not when it comes to the surprise 10 day trip to Jamaica he has for you. Also you notice he asked for your passport & a few other travel items. You just don’t know when he’s booked it for.

After Dinner you Dave & the girls sit on the sofa & watch the muppet Christmas Carol as a family, the girls have hot chocolate & marshmallows in them & a big bowl of popcorn. You have an espresso martini & Dave as always has a whiskey. You sit there & laugh & cry & sing along to the film. This is all you really want for Christmas. Gifts & food & excess is nice but just to have a little time where the 4 of you can just be you. For a brief moment in time your just the Yorks. No worrying about if Dave will walk back through the door after a mission, or if you or the girls will be used as bait. It’s just you sitting here doing what all other normal families do this evening. Once the muppets are done you give the girls each their stockings to hang on the fire place. You would usually light the fire but tonight you didn’t.

“We don’t want it to be too hot for Santa when he comes down it do we” you say to the girls.

“Oooh no” says Alice. “His beard might melt off” you & Dave both laugh.

“So when you wake up in the morning girls your stockings will be filled, with all of little Santa gift.” He says as he ties them up. “Now what do you want to leave out for Santa to drink.”

“Milk” says Molly. Dave sighs.

“But everyone will give Santa milk, maybe he’d like something else”

“Chocolate milk” you laugh at that reply Dave trying not to roll his eyes.

“It’s still milk though, why don’t we leave Santa some alcohol” he says “give him a needed boost cos all the milk he will have drank will make him sleepy”

“That’s not what the books say” says Molly. Dave has tried so hard to convince them but neither girls are buying into it.

“I tell you what girls” you say. “Why don’t we leave an empty glass for Santa with a bottle of whiskey next to it & a carton of milk when me & daddy go to bed” Dave raises his eyebrow, not at your suggestion but at the word daddy. He likes it when you moan it just before you cum. “& he can pick what he wants to drink. That way next year you will know what he likes so you can leave the right one out”

“But what if he wants both” even you sigh.

“Well he can have both” you say & the girls run off to the kitchen to get the milk & cookies & carrots they sorted out earlier. You look at Dave as he puts the whiskey down & an empty glass. “I tried baby”

“That’s not what you did” he pauses then wink “daddy appreciates it”

With the girls supposedly asleep you & Dave do some sorting out for tomorrow. The table is laid, the gifts are under the tree & everything is prepped to make Christmas lunch easy. All that’s left to do is for Dave to do his Santa bit & fill up the stocking.

“I’ll go get ready for bed Dave” you say before he heads off to the shed to get the Santa gifts. Easier place for you to both hide all the gifts. The girls will never think in there. As Dave heads to get them you quickly head into the lounge to hide something for him to enjoy.

Dave loves doing this. He’s a serious professional man until it comes to a little bit of festive fun. Leaving some fake shoe marks in the hall way. Eating a cookie. Snapping off parts of the carrots, including dropping an end next to the fire place. He then pours himself a shot of whiskey & downs it, but as he goes to put the drink back down he notices something that the girls didn’t put down. A little red bow. One you had made. He lifts it up with a smile & sees there’s a post it underneath. Your beautiful hand writing make him smile.

Come unwrap your present daddy!

He has never triple checked the house is locked so quickly in his life, he almost forgot to turn the kitchen light off. He’s also trying to be quiet so the girls don’t wake up & the Christmas magic is lost. But it’s not long before he is opening the bedroom door. His jaw hitting the floor instantly.

You are lying face down. Hair in a braid going over your left shoulder. Wearing nothing. A sparkling red bow & some mistletoe stuck on top of your bum. There’s a gift tag tied to your foot. Dave drops to his knees. His mouth instantly sucking the toes on the foot with the gift tag. You moan & then you hear him breathily read out loud, once he has stopped sucking.

“Your gift needs a good stuffing Daddy” he says in his bedroom voice. “Oooh sweetheart fuck sweetheart” you’ve not turned your head but you can hear the clothes hit the floor. “Gonna fuck you so hard you will struggle to stand up to cook Christmas dinner” he snarls.

“Is that a promise Dave” you then hiss as he spanks you hard & your bum lifts up. You then moan as his lips connect. Pulling your cheeks apart & lapping always at both your holes. “Fuck Dave” you can feeling your inner pleasure building up already. His hand moves the bow & mistletoe off you & you then feel his penis drag through the mess he has just made. Your arsehole puckering for him.

“I get the best for Christmas” he says before thrusting his penis into your arse. All the way. Deep enough that his balls bounce against you. “Fuck” he growls & you bury your head into the bed as you moan. “So fucking tight. all your holes”

“They are all yours tonight Dave”

“Seriously?” He’d paused his next thrust upon hearing that. His hands gripping your flesh as you are now on all fours pushing back into him.

“They always are but as a Christmas treat you can go all night for as long as you want”

“You little cum slut” he says & smacks your arse again. You rock back & forth in time. You will have marks on your torso tomorrow from him gripping so hard. He’s thrusting away like he will never have sex again or like he has just gotten out of a mission that could have meant his end & he’s happy to be home to you. “Taking me so well” you put a hand on your clit but Dave smacks your arse hard.

“Fuck”

“No clit touching until I can see it. Want to see how over stimulated you get” he says.

“Then flip me over”

Dave doesn’t need an excuse. He quickly withdraws & turns you so your face up & he laughs.

“The fuck”

You have put a little bow over each nipple & one just above your sex. You giggle impishly back as you suck on a small strawberry candy cane you have.

“Liking your gift so far daddy”

“You’re driving me insane.” The bows are pulled off your skin & he plunges his sopping penis deep inside your moist cunt. Your moaning in seconds, especially when he grips you around the neck. “You’re a naughty girl” he moans. Sloppy thrusting noises filling the room when the two of you aren’t experiencing pleasure.”naughty & nice, nice sopping pussy, naughty girl for touching her clit”

“Fuck Dave” you groan.he squeezing your neck more. His eyes alight with desire & list. You quiver taking him all. Clamping constantly around him. He’s big but tonight he feels bigger.

“gonna fill you up sweetheart, gonna lap up all our cum.” He says before he takes the hand that was around your neck. You gasp for air gives him enough time to take the candy cane you were sucking & for him to suck it as well. Then he strokes the sticky sweet over your clit, rubbing it furiously. Your own eyes close. Pleasure taking over.

“Yes Dave yes yes yes, fuck”

“Like that sweetheart” he says before he slips the Candy cane into your mouth again. You make sloppy noises on purpose to get him to thrust faster. It’s rapid his pace, neither of you are going to last much longer. Dave is giving you his best.”like being so needy for daddy”

“Yes daddy, fuck yes yes yesss”

“CUM FOR DADDY!” He says loud enough that it could wake up the girls. Neither of you care.

“Fuckkkkkk” you spiral down your first orgasm of the night. Everything contracting. Pleasure beyond compare. A warm & wet sensation that’s added to with a snarl of your name as Daves seed spill inside your cunt.

“Fuck” he says with a jolt. His eyes rolling in the back of his head. His body dripping in sweat. His pecks flexing from the spasms of his release. He’s still griping you tight. Panting loudly. You eventually open your eyes to look at your glorious husband, bathed in your own sweaty sticky mess.

“Still just as fucking fabulous” you say as you sit up once he’s pulled his cock out of you & sit next to him, caressing his face before your tongues do their usual make out dance after sex. His saltiness after sex always tastes good & arouses you further.

“I ain’t done yet sweetheart” you then gasp as the hand that what caressing your breasts finds your sex, the thumb on your clit, two fingers inside you. “I need to clean you up first” . His head is between your thighs in seconds as you hold it in place rubbing it for ever more friction as he eats you out.

“Oooh fuck Daddy, Dave yes”

You sit in the lounge as the girls open their stockings on Christmas morning. Dave rubbing your shoulders as you watch the girls open Santas gifts. You both desperately need a shower, certain you both smell of sex.

“Dad” Molly ask “what time did Santa get here last night”

“Well it’s after everyone’s asleep including me & mummy why”

“Well” Molly starts “I head something that sounded like it was hitting my wall at 3am, I went down stairs & saw the gifts where there already, but couldn’t see a raindeer outside”

You blush straight away. Molly had heard you & Dave fucking last night. Dave realised this & then looks at you & puts his hand on you knee.

“Could have been, he’s magic so it could have been his quick get away” Molly seems to bye this. Alice hasn’t been listening she’s too busy trying to solve her rubix cube already. Dave move his hand up to your thigh. “Turns out we did bring the Ho ho ho” he says quietly with a wink & a smirk, before kissing you deeply.

“Dad Mum stop” says Alice.

“Sorry darling” you say. “But Christmas brings out the magic in all of us” you say looking directly at Dave. “Christmas after all is a time for giving & receiving”

[gotticalavera]

FiddleStan Triplets

Some facts about the triplets Stan (because he's transmasc 🗣️👏) had with Fiddleford. [ @dmoondream help me make this AU]

Neither of them knew they were pregnant, even though they didn't use proper protection (Stan truly believed he couldn't have children, and Fiddleford trusts Stan's word).

Stan never noticed the symptoms of pregnancy, he genuinely thought they were "old pains" from his years living on the streets. Fiddle took care of him when he had bad days, even calling a doctor. The doctor agrees with Stan's hypothesis that it is "old pains", Stan is upset about paying for that consultation and Fiddleford no longer calls the doctor.

Stan didn't gain weight until he was 5 months pregnant.

Stan's cravings were met by himself, Fiddle didn't realize that Stan would get up at night and buy food until the next morning when there were food wrappers in the trash.

Stan went into labor in Summerween, after he and Fiddleford went to see "The Gremlins" (yes, the triplets are from '84).

They didn't know yet that Stan was going to have a baby. They only found out the news because they went to the hospital (Fiddleford couldn't stand Stan's pained expression any longer).

The doctor (another doctor) tells them that Stan is in labor, but before they go to the delivery room, the entire medical staff changes drastically, much to the confusion of the expectant parents.

It being Summerween and with a certain type of moon that is only seen every so often, a phenomenon occurs that affects the medical staff of Gravity Falls, turning them into Broadway actors.

It was one of the most confusing and stressful nights Stanley has ever experienced. Not only because he found out that he was pregnant all this time, but that he was more than a baby and the nurse's performance didn't help calm him down.

Fiddleford was at his side the whole time, and he would have joined in with the medical staff if it weren't for Stan crushing his hand.

Stan gave birth to triplets. Two girls and a boy.

When Stan held the triplets, he felt love for them (and a lot of fear), but he swore to himself that he would protect them with his life.

Due to confusion over the side effects of the moon, Fiddleford registered the triplets under Stan's real name (Stanley). He also gave them names; Dolly, Rolly and Molly. The triplets have the last name Pines

Stan's only request with the names (because he was so exhausted and just wanted to sleep), was that one of the girls be named after his mother. So Dolly's middle name is Caryn.

The girls look like Fiddleford and the boy looks like Stan. But they have the colors reversed, the girls have brown hair and brown eyes, the boy is blond-brown with blue eyes. But all three children were born with Stan's nose.

Rolly was born with an anomaly, he has "melted pupils", which makes him look like he has cat-like pupils. That condition can affect his eyesight, so he wears glasses.

Fiddleford and Stan managed to leave the hospital without any problems and with the triplets' registration listing only Stan as the father.

The first few weeks with the triplets were a disaster because Stan and Fiddleford didn't have any baby stuff.

Fiddleford was able to make cribs, strollers, prams, among other things, to save some expenses on baby things.

The triplets can only sleep if Molly is upside down. It was a habit she didn't manage to break until she was in college.

Even with the bracelets given to them by the hospital, the girls were identified by a mole that Dolly has on her left wrist.

Fiddleford looks after the triplets during the day and Stan at night.

Stan felt anxious when he was separated from the triplets to work, even though Fiddleford looked after them, so he gave him a radio so they could be in constant communication.

Fiddleford feels nostalgic when he sees Stan sleeping with the triplets, which makes him think about many things. With that thought in mind, he tries to reconnect with his son Tate by calling him more often.

Fiddleford plays lullabies on his banjo.

The side of the house inside the shack was filled with pillows as the triplets learned to... climb?

The triplets call Fiddleford dada and Stan is called pappa.

For their first birthday, the triplets were dressed as ghosts. It became a tradition to bake a cake at Summerween.

They were very calm babies, but everything changed when they turned two years old.

It doesn't matter which triplets cry, if the one who cries is Dolly, her other siblings will cry too.

Fiddleford pet-named them Lil' Angels.

Stanley pet-named them Gremlins.

Fiddleford told Tate that the triplets are his half-siblings. Tate doesn't care, he was more worried (and scared) thinking about the fact that men can get pregnant (EmmaMay called him later to explain)

Of the triplets, Tate gets along best with Rolly. But all three follow Tate around like chicks.

There are traps outside the Mystery Shack that are triggered by non-human movement. Fiddleford set them because he feared something would happen to Tate and the triplets when they played outside.

Dolly goes to ballet classes, and Stan helps her get ready. Although Stan doesn't like ballet because of his childhood, he enjoys that Dolly does something she likes.

Molly doesn't go to ballet, she likes to explore the forest and is obsessed with the fungni world. She carries a notebook to draw mushrooms and make small notes. She always comes home with dirty clothes, but she is also the first to bathe, she loves bath time.

Molly is learning to play the banjo with Tate and Fiddleford.

Rolly is more into sports and having fun outdoors, sometimes joining Molly's mushroom hunting expeditions.

Molly and Dolly are good at school, among the best in their class, Rolly has average grades, but he doesn't stress about it, he is talented in math but finds it boring (he would find math interesting if it were a little more difficult, but it's very easy for him).

Dolly writes in cursive because it "looks fancy." She also likes to wear Stan's jewelry.

The triplets are fans of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. Dolly is a Donnie fan, Rolly is a Mickey fan, and Molly is a Raph fan (Stan watches the cartoon with them and likes it, and Fiddleford mistakes all the turtles for Leo).

Dolly begins to have an interest in mechanics (mainly because she is a Donnie fan), so she begins to help Fiddleford with his robots.

Even though the girls are good students, they get too many reports from the principal because they get into fights. The secretary learned the phone number of the Mystery Shack.

Dolly is very strong, but Molly is heavy-handed and knows how to use some techniques (Stan is teaching her boxing).

Rolly also gets into fights, but he does it outside of school so he doesn't get reported.

Dolly is quite protective of her siblings, not only did she learn to fight to defend them, she also learned first aid to heal them.

Rolly doesn't like the "family business", especially the part about using oddities or anomalies as a spectacle to sell.

The triplets have a business within the school selling exam answers and fake signatures.

The triplets consider Soos as another member of the family.

Soos is Tate and Rolly's fishing and play buddy, he's Dolly and Fiddleford's helper on mechanical projects, and for Stan and Molly they see him as the younger son/brother (although they won't admit it out loud).

The triplets celebrate Soos' birthdays before they had to leave Gravity Falls.

The triplets would move to California for college. Fiddleford felt anxious and worried for them, while Stan, although somewhat sad, feels proud of how much they have grown.

Dolly became a space engineer, Molly is a pharmaceutical biologist and Rolly owns a beach shop.

Dipper and Mabel know they have uncle/aunts who are triplets, but they have rarely met them.

Although the attic was the triplets' room, they took most of their stuff with them to California. But there are some woodcuts and posters of 90s pop stars.

Mabel, seeing the photos Stan has of his children, suspects that the triplets' real mother is a cousin of his partner McGucket.

Dipper suspected that Uncle Rolly had a curse because he always had sharp pupils in photos. Stan had to explain his condition to him.

Soos sometimes tells Dipper and Mabel some stories he has about the triplets.

Dolly is the one who finds out that the FBI is going to arrest Stan and takes her siblings to stop them. They arrive when the agents have left and mistake Ford for their father out of concern.

Ford is surprised that he has nephews, especially triplets. The triplets are more surprised that their father has a twin brother.

AU variant: where the triplets find the journals + Ford meets his nephews when they're 10

Dolly finds the second diary because she was detained at school.

Molly and Rolly find the third journal while exploring for mushrooms.

They keep the diaries secret, until a spell on the second diary causes Dolly to only be able to speak backwards.

Stan confiscates the journals, claiming they're dangerous. Fiddleford is unaware that Stan has obtained the other journals.

While working on the portal, Stan was very hesitant about wanting to run it since he now has children.

When Ford comes through the portal, he can barely stand because he's so injured. Stan carries him upstairs because he remembers he brought the medkit up to the living room.

Rolly is the first to meet Ford. And that's when Ford finds out that Stan has children.

The girls return from the village with Fiddleford. Fiddleford faints as Rolly shouts that they have an uncle.

The triplets are excited to have Ford as an uncle, while Ford has yet to process that he is an uncle and that the triplets' father is Fiddleford.

Ford thinks the girls are a lot like mom (Caryn). He likes his nephew/nieces, but has conflicts with their father (the last time he saw him he was a cult leader and he shot him... now that he's back he's married to his twin and is the father of her children!)

Ford, after the kids have gone to sleep, scolds Stan for using the shack and his research as a tourist trap.

Ford still has some memories of what the shack looked like before he fell into the portal. It's strangely warm how much the shack has changed, because a family with children lives there. There are toys in the living room, there are drawings and school notes (regardless of whether the rating is good or bad) stuck on the fridge and there are little footprints of dirt on the floor.

The triplets bring him up to date on what happened in the 12 years Ford was gone.

Ford and Stan do want to reconcile, but it is a very slow process. But it is also a very slow process because Ford is constantly fighting with Fiddleford.

Ford doesn't want to get too involved with the triplets because they are still in danger since he hasn't repaired the rift yet... But he ends up relating to them a lot.

Dolly shows her inventions to Ford and is the one he plays D&D with (her character is a kappa).

Ford joins Molly's expeditions in her search for mushrooms.

Ford has mixed feelings when he sees Rolly, he looks so much like Stanley as a child. But he is also very surprised that Rolly is so good at math and that he doesn't care math... Also because of the condition of his melted pupil, despite the fact that both have birth defects, Rolly is not affected as much as Ford.

On one occasion, Ford had to go to school because someone called home, and he thought it was something, only to find out that his nephew/nieces, despite having good grades, are problem students.

The triplets made birthday pancakes for Stan and Ford, after 22 years, it was the first time they celebrated their birthday together.

(I could talk about the loads of angst in Stan and Fiddle when they had the triplets, but I decided to leave it at that, I'll get into more of that later)

[notadxmbbunny]

hiro was invested in a video game he had been handed to by fred, and he didn't even know what time it was. he had just finished a level he had been trying to beat for hours, clambering out of his room and noticing the sun was up, rubbing at his eyes tiredly. fuck— was it daytime?? groaning, hiro moved towards the kitchen, about to go to the fridge to grab some orange juice before he heard a knock on the door. not just any knock... molly's knock. groaning again, he waved his hand at the door, proceeding to grab his own, labeled carton of orange juice from the fridge before dragging his feet over to the front door.

reluctantly swinging it open, he almost hissed as the light of the afternoon hit him in the eyes, wincing a bit as he blinked ferociously. ❛ hey mole, ❜ hiro responded, his voice hoarse, slowly opening the carton before bringing it to his lips, taking a massive swig. ❛ well uh, i do live here... fred wouldn't let me live in my car, remember ?? ❜ he said with a thick coat of sarcasm, turning on his heel to walk back inside, figuring she would follow. she had been here enough times he's surprised fred hadn't offered her a room too. ❛ i'm assuming you need something, you've got that uh — ❜ his hand grabbed the air, searching for a word, ❛ .... look in your eye.❜

LOCATION: fred/victoria/hiro's FOR: @hirosix

Molly needed help. It wasn't urgent. It was just a school thing that she'd waited until last minute for, and she wasn't about to try to tackle it herself. She needed another mind. A big, beautiful mind. Her best friend's mind, to be exact. And she couldn't risk texting him, and him making up some sort of excuse to get out of having to code something for her before he even heard her pitch. Waiting patiently at the door after her signature tap-taptaptap-taptap knock, she knewthere was a one in three chance it would actually be answered by Hiro. But the gamble paid off, and she was wearing quite the mischievous grin when he came face to face with her. "If it isn't my best good pal, Mr. Hamada." Perfect. Too late to turn her down now. "I was hoping you were here."

[daikenkki]

Peppa Pig and Friends by Ruensor

[evangelina830]

Meet the Bandit!

(RP Blog for them!)

Name: Evan

Age: 23

Weight: 112 lbs

Height: 5’0”

Role: support

Ethnicity: Mexican/American

Origin: California, USA

Primary: Machine pistol

Secondary: RPG

Melee: Bowie Knife

Speed: 95%

HP: 150

Personality:

Despite sneaking around, being apart of their stealing technique, they have a usual very silly personality similar to Scout, except without such a big ego and a try-hard habit for women. They joke around a lot, and sometimes get loud depending on their mood.

Abilities:

Stealing

Trading

Sneaking

Likes:

Piano

Art

Comics

Animals

Making deals/Money

Dislikes:

Tomatoes

Big bodies of water

Backstory: as a baby, they were picked up off the side of the road, but they looked a little strange. Growing up in California, they were raised by a family of one mother, six sisters and one brother, being the third oldest of the group. They wear a human disguise because they are a secret alien shapeshifter exploring earth! (They are actually born from Venus…)

Appearance:

Evan’s brown eye color matches their hair, although Eva’s eyes are a lighter brown.

Both of their hair is the same brown, but a blue and red/pink ombré.

BLU bandit, aka Evan, has somewhat crooked teeth (and find the excuse to wear their scarf more often to hide it. Mostly, to hide their smile). But Eva’s teeth are straighter, being the cloning process. Evan also has rather sharp canines.

Both bandits have beauty marks (moles) in the same spots.

Eva’s skin is slightly darker than Evan’s due to being in the sun more

Red bandit’s hair is a bit straighter, and shorter In the back. Blu bandit’s hair is more wavy

Facts:

both Bandit’s use they/them pronouns.

The BLU Bandit is actually the original, the RED being the true clone. Both bandits often, casually, switch teams because they get along with them better. They only kill their friends on the battlefield. (My headcanon is that the blue team is all clones of the red team, being born into the mindset of war, which is why some mercenaries may be more serious than the RED team.)

A strange fact about Eva, is that during Evan’s cloning, they were recognized as a human, therefor, they are not an alien like the BLU Bandit.

Eva is rather monotone and speaks a lot less than Evan. Although, they are kinder if you get to know them, despite looking angry as a resting face.

Evan has a tortoiseshell cat named Molly, back at home

They shake violently when having caffeine, and since they have anxiety they either get a burst of energy, or get anxious (choosing to ease their nerves by running or dancing), so they ‘aren’t allowed’ to have it, but would do anything to get their hands on coffee cause they love the taste.

Oddly enough, BLU Bandit melts (literally) when they feel a strong emotion (like nervousness, excitement, or extreme pain - so they often melt when they die during battle), but it’s somehow a normal thing to the others. (Melts into a puddle, but always returns in one piece)

Relationships:

Scout: He’s just too much similar to Bandit. They often bicker (usually in a playful way). Though sometimes, they like to talk about comics together.. they have a relationship similar of siblings.

[Bandit calls Scout; Chucklehead (to mock him), Jerms, Jay. Scout calls Bandit; Bandy, four eyes, amigo (to mock them), Copy-cat, Ban-Ban]

Their duo name would be called Comic Twins

Pyro: Bandit and Pyro love to craft together! Even if it’s with the blood and guts of their enemies. Evan is also a good translator to his mumbling.

[Bandit calls Pyro; mumbles, py, señor loco]

Their duo name would be called Gender who? (Lol)

Soldier: These two often play fight like animals, but Bandit teases him more than actually doing something. They bond over their love for raccoons and rockets! Bandit sees him like an uncle or a ‘stupid older brother’.

[Bandit calls Soldier; Solly, Sol, Jay-Dee, soldado, sky man. Solly calls Bandit; Rookie, Rocket pal, cadet, sneaky little thief]

Their duo name would be called Raccoon Rockets

Demoman: they are Very close with him - If Demoman isn’t with Solly, he’s with Bandit or both of them! And Bandit seems to have a little crush.. they exchange platonic kisses sometimes and play piano together, but perhaps it’s a bit more than friendly.

[Bandit calls Demoman; Demo, Guapo, Tav, Dee, Tavish-ing (like ravishing). Demo calls Bandit; Bandy, lad, Bonnie, Bee (to mimic the way they give nicknames), Ev]

Their duo name would be called Piano 4 Hands!

Heavy: Bandit and Heavy have a family like relationship. Like they do to others, bandit likes to mess with him, but he doesn’t react as much as the rest do. So taking that into consideration, Bandit is calmer around him and nicer.

[Bandit calls Heavy; Señor viejo, H, pesado, Hev. Heavy calls Bandit; маленький вор, подлый енот, small Bandit]

Their duo name would be called Sticks and stones

Engineer: The last thing this Engineer needs is for a sneaky thief to steal parts of his machines! He gets frustrated with them sometimes, but they’ve got a silly thing going on. Bandit sees Engi like an uncle, and he sees them like an annoying little nephew.

[Bandit calls Engi; ingeniero, Engi, Dell pepper, robot man. Engi calls Bandit; Bandy, little thief, Ban, sneaky trash panda]

Their duo name would be called Astronomical Smarts

Sniper: While sniper studies aliens, it doesn’t help that he works with one, though he doesn’t know for sure (even though he’s correct). Bandit knows of this, since Sniper sometimes tries to call them out, but they ignore it, protecting their secret, by playing it off as a joke. Besides that all, they’re quite good friends.

[Bandit calls Sniper; Monday, francotirador, Snipes, Em, Vanny, hombre sucio. Sniper calls Bandit; Bandy, crook, Space-man, sneaky critter]

Their duo name would be called Alien Exploration

Medic: The Medic may be the only one Bandit is afraid of, just a little. Half of their interactions are passive-aggressive. Though, on some occasions they get along relatively well, and like to talk about silly things.

[Bandit calls Medic; Doctor, El, Doctor L, lewd-wig (to immaturely mock his wild behavior, and name). Medic calls Bandit; hinterhältiger Dieb, kleine Ratte]

Their duo name would be called Anxiety diagnosis

Spy: Their favorite thing to do is talk about romance and banter about how more sneaky one is. And sometimes, they secretly gossip to one another…

[Bandit calls Spy; Spy-der, French fry, espiar, Señor, hombre cangrejo. Spy calls Bandit; petit voleur, Monsieur?, Thief, raton laveur sournois]

Their duo name would be called sneaky Romanticists

Pauling: Bandit has always admired Miss Pauling, and even hates when Scout flirts with her. Not because of jealously or anything of the like, but because they’re aware there’s a much better method to charming a woman like her and it’s almost offensive how he always fails (LOL). The two are friends that don’t interact so often, but bandit respects her

[Bandit calls Pauling; Señora, Pauli, señorita violeta, Señora P.]

Their duo name would be called Cat-Eye lenses!

[jollmaster]

(re)design trivia: Azura

° second Adam and Eve's daughter; sister/wife of Seth

° the ancestor of a large part of mortal humans

° took the best from parents

° as tall as Adam

° Eve's eyes

° the same manner of wearing jewelry and earrings

° asymmetrical, slightly disheveled style

° quite cheerful, like her brother/husband

° moles on chest and shoulders that echo the pattern of the constellation of Hima [Pleiades]

° name Azura is taken from the Book of Jubilees

main gang: Vaggie, Charlie, Angel Dust, Niffty, sir Pentious, Cherri Bomb, Husk, Alastor

Heaven: Adam, Eve, Lute, Emily, Sera

Adam and Eve's children: Cain, Abel, Seth, Awan

Hell: Lilith, Lucifer, Seviathan, Helsa, Razzle and Dazzle, Keekee

Vees: Vox, Valentino, Velvette

overlords: Zestial, Rosie, Carmilla Carmine, Odette and Clara, Flaming Skull Guy

friends and relatives: Mimzy, Arackniss, Molly, Alastor's mom, Alastor's father

[disneytva]

The animation test from THE CURSE OF MOLLY MCGEE has been found by The Art of Molly McGee Twitter account.

Differences are the Pete, Sharon and Darryl's desings, Scratch's animation with the glow and Molly McGee having a mole on the cheek.

[georgeweasleyslostearhq]

KISSES

Pairings: George Weasley x Reader Summary: you wake up George with kisses Warnings: none Note: yes, i'm still doing Kinktober, I just want to write some pure fluff to make up for those ungodly imagines i'll be writing very soon. - very short

the golden sun blinded you as you opened your eyes, waking up from the deep slumber as you slept next to your boyfriend, George

you had been invited to stay at the Burrow for the holidays to not only meet the family, but to spend Christmas there.

you had arrived back from Hogwarts yesterday and met his whole family, except Charlie.

Charlie's coming in a few days

his family was great, his mum, Molly seemed to love you, bringing you into a big hug as soon as she saw you

although she was very skeptical about your wishes for the future, saying it might not line up with George's

you understood where she was coming from, a worried mother who wanted the best for her son

other than that you had gotten along well.

Arthur was just happy to see George happy.

he had asked you a lot of questions about yourself and what your family was like- which wasn't at all like theirs

and in the end- George protesting to his mother, convinced her to let you sleep with him in his and fred's room with him, not in Ginny's room

so here you were, laying beside George as he faced the other way, his back facing you as he snored lightly

you shifted in your place, turning to his side of the bed. You looked at his back and counted the freckles and moles until he moved, turning onto his back.

his snoring got slightly louder but not frequent, his snores were always far apart, they wouldn't be everytime he breathed

you looked around his face, the way his mouth was slightly agape, the slightest bit of drool coming out of the corner of his lips.

his eyebrows were slightly furrowed his nose slightly twitched.

you smiled at his sleeping state and moved closer to him

the golden light hit his face perfectly, almost making his fiery red hair glow and his pale face shine

he was always the most perfect thing in your eyes, so gorgeous and pretty

so god damn beautiful

you leaned in kissed his cheek, wiping the bit of drool away with the blanket softly

you slowly moved your hand up, sliding it across his chest as you leaned in again, placing another light kiss to his cheek

soon enough, you were lightly pampering his whole face with light kisses with a smile on your face

he hummed in his sleep as he moved closer to you

you whispered sweet things to him even though he couldn't hear you

"I love you, Georgie" you mumbled, pecking his soft lips

"so much" you muttered, kissing the tip of his nose

you noticed a lazy smile come onto his face as you raised a hand to his hair

you continued kissing his face as he slowly woke up, humming deeply

he snaked a hand around your waist and you looked at his slightly open eyes as he began speaking

"isn't this a nice way to wake up" he smiled

"morning, Georgie" you dug your face in his neck, slightly embarrased

"goodmorning, Love" he chuckled huskily, his morning voice making you grin

he lightly pushed you away from his neck before kissing your cheek

he looked at you with a small smirk before pampering your face with kisses, just like you did to him.

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[bonefall]

Buzzardclaw's a whore you say ... My interest is peaked I love these types of gossips (In fiction)

Buzzardclaw is yet another Kit Save! WindClan is RIDICULOUSLY tiny, I had to SCRAPE this one up. Buzzardkit is mentioned in only a single page in Po3 Book 1: The Sight, where he is soothed by an unnamed queen who reveals his name. I decided that his mothers are Snapstorm and Stoneclaw, and the unnamed queen who soothed him was Snapstorm.

(THOUGH I am considering taking the unnamed queen and making her into a full character, tbh. I'm not kidding, this Clan is unacceptably small and it is ALL hands on deck. Maybe make her into a permaqueen type.)

WindClan NEEDED more sillies, because the majority of the cats in it are pretty harsh and serious, so I decided that this one was going to be sort of a hopeless romantic gossip girl type. He's really close with his Mi, Snapstorm, who's an Aftergathering regular at the Lake and likes trading. Because of her, Buzzardkit was getting acquainted with other cats from a young age and just kinda learned to play up how cute he is.

He grew up into a pretty kitty, too. Both of his parents are handsome mollies, and he managed to somehow get FOUR colors from between them. White, brown, black, and gold. It makes up for the fact he has very few scars, because he's a wuss.

He uses his charm and appearance to get people to do what he wants, but he has absolutely no ambition to follow up with this. What he wants is a nice blanket made of mole hide, or a good bit of gossip, or competitive scratchstone tips. Probably becomes a popular Honor Sire in his later years.

Just a fun, low-stakes dude in the background.