#alexandracassandrapines

[sixfingersixtails]

((Posted this to a Discord server I’m on, so I figured I’d do it here too. These are Sixer’s levels of trust with people that he’s interacted with recently. I know this isn’t everybody, and if you feel you need me to add somebody to this, I probably could after some consideration.

Ignore the black bar that goes into the negative; that’s resulted from a discord-only interaction and Sixer is definitely going to avoid her like the plague.

Characters listed from left to right: @crows-evil-blog, @sweet-chimera, @heroesxdemons‘ Desco, @neoneidolon (ignore the white square, I miscalculated a bit), @all-seeing-all-knowing-eye (aka, Bill “Nightmare” Cipher), @void-dad, @misfxts‘ Ichisada, @alexandracassandrapines, @white-fire-the-dragon, @splinter-sister, misfxts’ Osamu, and lastly @multiversal-excursions, my other RP blog.

If ya’ll want explanations as to why certain people are at certain levels of trust, let me know, but at least a part of my estimations come from how long Sixer’s known the person in question. Personality and things that they’ve done for each other or done together can add or take away from that.

And yes, Crow’s at the bottom of the trust ladder, not counting the black bar there. He may technically be Sixer’s boss (see the ‘minion (nefarious)’ tag), but that doesn’t mean Sixer has to trust him to the point of near-blind loyalty or something similar.))

[sawyer-nw]

@alexandracassandrapines

Alex chewed on her lip a little.  She still felt bad at spilling her coffee on the guy, even though he brushed it off.  He seemed nice enough, but she easily caught focused glint in his eyes.  Was he sizing her up, or did he know something…

She gave a small snorted laugh in response to his question.  “If you’ve ever been to the Mystery Shack, you’ve seen me.”  She extended a six-fingered hand, “Alex Pines.  Nice to meet you.”

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So that was why she had such a distinct impression to her. Anybody who spent too much time around somewhere like the Shack would have it rub off on them, doubly so if they were a Pines. Even if the Pines’ personal lives were not something Sawyer knew much about.

He wasn’t bothered at all by the six fingers, but he smiled nervously and rubbed the back of his neck. “Heh, I, uh--I-I don’t go up to the Shack much, actually.” He’d been there maybe once? twice? in all the time he’d spent so far in Gravity Falls. There wasn’t really a nice way to say that to him, the Shack had a vibe that was just a little too ‘off’. “Real cute place though. Is, uh--is Dr. Pines there, much?”

The stammer was something he’d always had. It meant nothing. Maybe.

[somepointsomewhere]

“I tried to be good. But I got bored."

Dumb decision starters @alexandracassandrapines

     “That’s not a valid explanation or an excuse, you know.” 

[multiversal-excursions]

@alexandracassandrapines liked for a starter!

“Okay...I think I took a wrong turn or something somewhere....this feels like an alternate Gravity Falls or something.”

There’s a seemingly teenage girl with brown hair and striking blue eyes walking through the woods, frowning and muttering to herself.

[sixfingersixtails]

“All right, Dominic. Alex is willing to give you a little help in controlling your static -- she said she’s waiting at her home for the two of us.”

Sixer summoned a portal and motioned for her to follow him. “I think she’s eager to meet you as well.”

@white-fire-the-dragon

[sixfingersixtails]

@alexandracassandrapines liked for a starter!

It seemed that Sixer was in familiar territory again. Or, at least, a familiar dimension.

He waved at the young woman across the forest clearing with a half-smile gracing his features. “Well hello again! It’s been a while, hasn’t it?”

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((Maybe Celestial would work for the portal thing, since teleportation falls under that. Portals to other dimensions feels like a logical extension of teleportation.)) - alexandracassandrapines

((That’s three people who have said Celestial now. Trouble is, the description for that also includes “throw meteors at targets” (one of Star’s many tricks), “call upon creatures of magic,” and “most other magics at a very reduced effect.” Meaning that Sixer’s well of power and accessible ability is gonna be huge. I don’t wanna make him overpowered, but….well, if I go this route, he’s gonna have a really bumpy road learning how to keep all that in check.))

[sixfingersixtails]

((True. I can pick a few specific techniques that he’s capable of and leave him as a minor jack-of-all-trades with only certain elements within reach.

Sixer’s gonna be the weirdest kitsune ever to walk the earth because of this. XD))

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🔮

Send me 🔮 for one thought your muse might hear if they could read my muse’s mind.

“I can’t help but wonder what sort of other tricks she’s learned – from both sides of her family. Being a whole kitsune is one thing, but half-and-half…? That must make things strange.”

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((closed RP w/ @alexandracassandrapines))

When Sixer woke up, it took him a couple seconds to remember that he wasn’t in his bed at home.

The familiar ache of a wound on his arm and leg reminded him why.

Right -- Alex got hurt and I stayed the night in her dimension’s Mystery Shack.

Sixer pushed himself up from where he’d landed face-first in the pillow -- this dimension’s Stanley’s pillow -- he slept elsewhere -- before he started to move to get out of bed and see about pulling on the pair of pants he’d borrowed from his counterpart -- he was still wearing his own mutilated pair from the night before, with one leg having been cut shorter than the other.

His sweater also had a hole in it in one sleeve and the bandage could clearly be seen through it.

It was then that he noticed he had a little visitor at the door, with a pair of wide, rather curious and amazed eyes.

Sixer could guess what those eyes were looking at; he shifted his red-gold tails and nodded over in their direction, fox ears twitching. “Hello.”

[sixfingersixtails]

📝 + Alex Pines

Their first impression: The daughter of an alternate Stanley? How curious.

Their current impression: A sweet child who I feel is just as much a member of my family as she is of her own.

What they like the most about your muse: Her inquisitive nature! How else is she going to learn about the world at large?

What they dislike the most about your muse: She gets into as much trouble as I do. Which, knowing us Pines…that’s quite dangerous.

What your muse is for them ( Friend, lover, rival ecc.): I’m an alternate-dimension grunkle! Or mentor if you don’t want to get a headache from thinking about that.

A general opinion of their relationship: The same sort of relationship most Fords have with their nephews, I hope.

If applicable, something they wish to reveal: I’d like to be able to spend more time getting to know her and her favorite areas of Gravity Falls.

[sawyer-nw]

“Crap! Sorry about that! Wasn’t looking where I was going. Here, I’ll get you a new jacket…”

“Huh? Oh no, you’re good, I’m sure it’ll come out with a wash!” Sawyer dabbed liquid off of his jacket with his sleeve. “This old thing’s been through a lot anyhow. Don’t worry about it!”

He smiled reassuringly. His face was open and good-natured, but his eyes were a little intent--he almost seemed to be studying the person he’d just run into. 

“I’ll bet it was my fault anyway.” He tilted his head at the other thoughtfully. “You live around here?I feel like maybe I’ve seen you somewhere.”

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Sixer ducked under a claw that was swiped at him, barely avoiding getting the tips of his ears clipped. They flicked back against the top of his head as he scrambled out of range of the thing’s claws.

Just his luck that some Cipher would sic some sort of mutated porcupine on his tails. The poor animal looked like it had been dropped in a chemical bath and grown in size as a result, turning it purple and black. The fact that its eyes were glowing yellow didn’t exactly make it look any more appealing.

The only good thing was that the large monster looked like it was on its last legs -- burns coated its form, one of its eyes forced shut by claw slashes and it was limping as well.

But the bad thing was that Sixer was on his last legs, too. Quills had grazed him in various places, breaking skin as they’d past, but never doing enough damage to possibly kill him -- obviously, the goal here was to capture, not kill.

A quill shot out of the porcupine’s spines -- the smaller ones in the front -- and flew through Sixer’s left shoulder and into the tree behind him, causing him to yowl in pain that echoed through the forest.

If there was anyone nearby, either they’d come and investigate or turn and run.

(( @alexandracassandrapines ))

[sixfingersixtails]

Honey, Chartreuse, and Silk

Honey: when your muse loves someone (whether it be romantic, platonic, or familial love), how do they show it?

Hugs, usually. I didn’t give enough of them before and I don’t think I’ve given enough of them yet. I do ruffle the kids’ and my brother’s hair on occasion, but not as often as Stanley does it to the rest of us.

Depending on the day, I have been known to purr a bit on top of the hugging. It usually ends up with all of us falling asleep in something of a pile, but it…it’s nice, to be able to do that.

chartreuse: if you had to describe your muse with a color, what color would it be and why?

Red, probably. The particular shade of red my tails has turns a gold-ish red if the sun hits it in just the right way, so maybe that?

Silk: does your muse care about appearances much? do they spend a lot of time on their own appearance, or do they just go with the flow each day?

I usually go with the flow of things – or, at least, that’s how things went before. Now that I have tails, that’s a little bit more difficult because of the snags that can develop. I have had to spend enough time working knots out of my fur that I’ve had to enlist my family’s help. Which usually results in a cuddle pile at the end because of how loudly I’m purring by that point.

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Ford let out a yelp in surprise as he was suddenly picked up by his brother’s alternate’s daughter. “A-Alex! What is the meaning of this?”

[sixfingersixtails]

You are the worst case of touch starvation i’ve ever seen, so I’m going to hug you now and you aren’t going to complain. ((Combining two cause I couldn't decide which I liked better))

Sixer appreciated the warning, and as a result didn’t stiffen upon contact with Alex. Instead, he relax and hummed a little, quietly.

“Maria called it being ‘hug-starved,’” he commented.