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Obsequium: Part I: Chapter Two - Dipper's September

TITLE: Obsequium Part I: Chapter Two: Dipper’s September PAIRINGS: Dipford (Ford x Dipper), Bipford, (Bipper x Ford), regular Billford (Bill x Ford) Pinecest (Dipper x Mabel), Stancest, (Stan x Ford), and possibly others. SUMMARY: Dipper writes to Mabel about his experiences back in Gravity Falls. He’s learning a lot! He is also suffering. I’m not sure he’s okay, actually. NOTES: I am posting to Tumblr for now, but eventually will be cross-posting to Ao3. I am in line to get an account, and should have one by the end of the month. Warnings for this chapter – as well as for the rest of the story – under the cut!

CHAPTER WARNINGS: Drug abuse, caregiver neglect, mind control OVERALL WARNINGS: Incest, sibling incest, minor, coercive control, mind control, caregiver neglect, physical abuse, emotional abuse, sexual abuse, dubious consent (dubcon), body horror, suicidal ideation, food restriction, sleep deprivation, self-harm, drug abuse, being drugged, lost time, and I’m going to specifically going to warn for “Ford being cruel to Stanley”, because it made me upset when I wrote it so I want to warn for it. If I forgot anything, please let me know and I will fix it IMMEDIATELY. I will add more if anything else comes up. Chapter One is here!!

Sunday, September 4th Heyyyy Mabel!

I'm currently trudging around the woods looking for the source of a mysterious voice. What could go wrong, right? In all seriousness this thing is getting annoying. We'd at least like to find the source, if not a way to get it to be quiet.

I miss you already. It's kinda the worst. Even worse, I can't say that out loud or I'll get a stupid lecture. I love Great Uncle Ford, I really do, but he relates to other people the way a zookeeper relates to their animals. I'm not sure he's ever actually really loved anyone or anything. If he did, he forgot how along the way. I get that he's probably done that to protect himself, but what happens when we finish our work and there's nobody there to clap? I'm slowly trying to reason with him, but he is stubborn. More stubborn than Grunkle Stan, if you can believe that.

I'm really sorry I talked your ear off about that girl I have a crush on. I just hoped you knew what I should do, because I certainly don't. It's true, I can't ever tell her. She can never ever know how I feel. I think I'd literally die, and she'd never speak to me again and I don't think I could handle that. I get to spend so little time around her already that I don't want to risk it. Still. I can't stop thinking about her, even now, in the middle of the night, in the middle of nowhere, with wet socks and a dwindling supply of trail mix. So I figured ... hey. Why not write to Mabel?

I'm going to try and be more consistent with my letters this fall. I know I tend to sink into my work and time gets away from me, but I've already sat down and marked days in my planner to set time aside to write to you. I've also set eight million reminders in my PDA. Rumor has it that we might be getting an upgraded cell tower in town soon, which means I'll FINALLY be able to TIMEFACE you like a PROPER RESIDENT of the TWENTY-FIRST CENTURY!!!!!

I hope you're doing well in school; I know that math is hard but I believe in you. You just have to try your best, that's all. Your best is always good enough.

Anyway, back to the woods. Hurrah.

Love, Dip

Thursday, September 8th

S'up S'up S'up Maaaaaaaaaybeeeeee

So my week has already been weird. Apparently while I was gone, Great Uncle Ford made me this wild VR helmet that's helping me get my mind off that girl I like. I have to admit, it's kinda weird? It's function and purpose is actually a little dystopian, if I'm being honest, but it's really doing the trick for me right now so I'll question it years later when I'm unpacking this portion of my life to a therapist.

It's really freed up my mind in a way that I never thought was possible. Do you remember me telling you I was stuck on some of my school stuff? I got through it this afternoon no problem, like I'd known how to do it the entire time. Breakthroughs like that feel amazing, and are why I keep trying even when I'm struggling with something. I don't know how much I can credit to the VR helmet, or how much to credit myself, but somewhere in the middle I'm really starting to get a grip over here. As long as I don't trip and fall, I should be golden.

Bill's influence is still all over the place. I really hate it. I have tried, time and time again, to talk to Great Uncle Ford about my experiences with Bill and how they've messed me up, but he doesn't really seem interested. Or rather, it makes him actively uncomfortable. I don't know what he's hiding about his relationship with Bill, but it makes him want to throw up. I don't know who he thinks he's fooling, but it’s kinda obvious, right? Am I imagining things? They had a thing, right? Why wouldn't he want me to know that? We also had a thing ... sorta ... it's not like I wouldn't understand??? He just doesn't want to tell me too much. He doesn’t trust me.

Why not??????

I've worked insanely hard to prove myself and even now he still keeps me juuuust outside of the loop. It's really starting to grind my gears, I'm almost an adult and I should be treated like one. I'll just keep being a Good Little Assistant until he lets me inside of his head. Things will only improve from there.

I think I'm gonna try and sneak a nap. I'm weirdly tired lately, maybe it's the light changing.

Love, Dip

Monday, September 12th

Yo! Mabel!

I'm sinking my teeth into some new subjects for school and I'm having a really great time with it so far! I get to make three-dimensional models that have hidden fourth, fifth, and sixth dimensional sides -- it's absolutely wild and I cannot wait to start arranging my first array. You know how I feel about complex shapes, I'm going to have an amazing time with this.

Things with hidden dimensions are just so cool, Mabel. I think you'd really like them, because they're so beautiful -- like genuinely pretty. They remind me of how you doodle in your notebooks, especially in the margins. Can you doodle in the margins of your next reply a bit? Dumb thing to ask, I know, but I miss them. I even miss them showing up in MY notebooks. I'm sorry if I ever yelled at you for doing that.

To answer your questions about the VR Helmet: 1. It's called the OBSEC... bunchanumbers. Nothing cool. 2. I have no idea how it works, I just know what it does. 3. What it does is kinda really embarrassing, so I'm gonna try and do my best to get my point across without passing out or throwing this letter in the garbage. Basically, it lets you sorta play through little... scenarios, anything you could think of, and along with that comes a certain level of .... biochemical involvement. That is to say, your brain pumps a bunch of feel-good chemicals into your bloodstream because it thinks you're doing something fun -- even though you're really not! This is helping me become more focused and less distracted by my teenaged-boyness. Obviously, given my performance at school lately. Feels like I'm cheating the system somehow??? But I think that's the entire point.

One more thing: Have you been calling Grunkle Stan at all? He seems really, really lonely. Worse than usual. He's been leaving Great Uncle Ford messages on his answering machine this whole time, but in the last few months he's gone from calling a few times a week, to calling every day, sometimes twice. Great Uncle Ford won't even listen to the messages, he makes me delete them for him. Playing armchair psych here; I think he feels kinda bad about what a jerk he's being, but isn't ready to admit that yet. Hearing Stan's voice, and knowing that Stan refuses to just ... hate him the way Great Uncle Ford wants him to ... it's starting to get to him. I see cracks like that here and there, which is why I'm not giving up hope that they can maybe patch things up someday. I think Great Uncle Ford needs to figure out that he can trust us, and that he'll be safe here if he does.

Anyway. Miss you, love you ... all that stuff.

Love, Dip

Thursday, September 15th

Mabel

I wanna die right now. My unyeilding rage won't allow it.

I was really getting into my coursework, and I asked Great Uncle Ford if he had anything to keep me up a bit longer because I felt like I was close to figuring something out and didn't want to lose it if I went to bed. I see him take stuff all the time, and he had no qualms about handing me ... something.

What I expected was Adderall. Or at least, something LIKE that, you know?? I took those for years! They caused more problems than they solved, sure, but that was because I was taking them long-term. This was supposed to be a one-off thing, a normal all-nighter.

It was not like that. It was not like that at all.

Worst anxiety attack of my life. I don't have the capacity to calculate exactly how long I was awake? But it was too long, and I'm mad that I'm awake right now.

The worst part about all of this? Great Uncle Ford acted like this was somehow MY fault. Like I'm some kind of wimp for reacting badly to mystery space drugs. Like I lied to him about what I could tolerate, or something. He just stood there and huffed at me, shaking his head and asking me "Are you done?" about every 15 minutes.

I'm currently not speaking to him. At least not today. Maybe not tomorrow, either. He resents that I'm angry at him for not giving me any type of warning about what that drug was about to do to me, I assumed I was about to become awake and alert -- not achieve nirvana by being fired out of a canon at mach fuck straight into a glass wall. Very annoyed. Very annoyed that he's acting this way.

I think I'm going to have to get him back for this, somehow. I'll need to bide my time, but he'll regret the way he tutted at me like I was some kind of preschooler throwing a tantrum.

Love, Dip

Sunday, September 18th

-Maybee Baby- Ms. Mabel Mack,

Got a little sick and tired of the mood in the house being so chilly, so I offered an olive branch of sorts: using my audio equipment to try and capture those whispers we keep hearing. Great Uncle Ford said we should go out looking for them (I think he was just hoping to change the subject), and I countered with staying near the house and using my stuff to make sure we're hearing what we think we're hearing.

I was right, we didn't need to go out in the woods. We heard a lot last night, and I definitely got some on my recorders. Enough, in fact, that it was worth coming out for a second night. That's what I'm doing now, well, that and writing to you.

The whispers are making me uneasy, but in a way that makes me want to keep pursuing them, you know? I feel like that once I figure them out, a lot of other things will start to make sense. Not exactly THE answers I'm looking for, but the thing that's going to set me on the path that takes me to them. For the time being I'm grateful they've been getting us out of the house. I spent so much of the summer inside and underground. You saw me! Was I the crimson adonis I usually am? No. Pale as dough. And I'm only going to get paler as winter creeps in. I may be translucent by Christmas.

You said you've been e-mailing some old friends? Heard back from anyone? I sometimes run into people when I go into town, but nobody seems to want to talk to me. I think they're mad, and I guess they have a right to be, but it really reinforces how alone I am out here. I honestly thought it would take me less than a year to get Great Uncle Ford to see the light and reconcile with Grunkle Stan.

I really miss you.

Love,

D I P -

Tuesday, September 20th

Mabel

I'm so fucking angry right now that I want to scream. Grateful for the Screaming Closet Great Uncle Ford installed the first summer we were here, I'll tell you that much. I had to try and keep calm and be reasonable so that I didn't explode, WHICH WAS THE WORST.

UGH.

Oh. My god.

I caught him researching restraining orders. You can guess why, and for who. I don't even want to put it in writing because it's just going to make me angry all over again. I can't fucking believe him.

I don't know what it is, but he seems extra moody and distant lately -- and get this, he accuses me of the same thing. Yeah, you know what? I AM a little peevish. Miffed, even. And lately he's doing and saying things that make me not want to be around him, so I've been distant. I also have a lot on my mind that has nothing to do with anything in particular, but it's taking up time and space so I'm a little short on change for the Putting Up With His Bullshit Express.

As if that weren't enough, guess who's analyzing ALL of the audio we recorded over the weekend by himself? I had three devices running for almost 20 hours total over two days. Ghost Hunter Plumbers don't have to work under these conditions. Neither do the guys from Dudebro Ghost Show. He could very easily help but he is choosing not to, and I think that's what makes me the maddest, out of all of it.

He isn't great with computers? Not hopeless, but very rigid and unwilling to exit his comfort zone, which is a weird combination of things we haven't done in 30 years and things we won't be doing for another 200. I don't think my Fruitbook would be that hard to figure out, they're made to be intuitive, but what's intuitive for everyone else generally isn't for Great Uncle Ford. I think he gets embarrassed about that and would rather pretend it's beneath him than reveal he's bad at it.

Lots to think about. Aiee.

Love, Dip

Thursday, September 22nd

Mabelfish,

I'm doing a lot better, thanks. Especially since someone sent me a five pound bag of blue raspberry BubbHeddz.

Thank you, by the way.

I'm finishing up my analysis of all that audio I recorded, and I wish I could say I felt good about it. There is a message buried in the sounds we've been hearing, flipped and reversed -- so that we'd have to work to find it. The weirdest part is that I know, deep down inside, that this message isn't for me. It's for Great Uncle Ford.

"You'll trip and fall right in to me."

Is this why he's been acting weird lately? Is he at risk of a Bill relapse? I dunno. I almost don't want to tell him, but I know I should. Who knows, maybe this will shift his focus away from being mean to Grunkle Stan and back to being mean to Bill.

I'm gonna sleep on these findings and see how they feel in the morning.

Love, Dip

Monday, September 26th

Mabes,

I went a little longer than I usually like to without writing, but I was on a roll with my schoolwork. I haven't felt that 'in-the-zone' in a REALLY long time. Up until the end of last year, I hadn't really had much trouble with anything Great Uncle Ford threw at me. These last few subjects though, woof. I know they're going to be important later on, at least -- that's what Great Uncle Ford says, and I kinda have to trust him on that.

Shame that trusting him is harder and harder to do lately, but what can you do?

In addition to advancing my studies, we had to do some cleanup around the property. It's funny, I used to hate doing stuff like that, but I had a great time being outside and getting fresh air. I still ache in places I didn't even know it was possible to ache, but it's a GOOD ache, one that accomplished something. It certainly keeps my body from acting in ways I don't want it to.

Not that that's a problem I usually have! My body is definitely fine and I am in complete control of it at all times. But between my sleep being all weird and that pill I took earlier this month, I feel a little less than square sometimes. I'd like to say stress is also a factor, but with the OBSEC-8177 I'm not really experiencing a whole lot of stress. When I do, it's temporary, and usually Great Uncle Ford's fault.

I think you'd like the OBSEC-8177 a lot. If you're ever allowed to visit here you can give it a try. I doubt Great Uncle Ford would let me take something like this out of the house, so you'd have to come here. We should figure out a way to make that happen.

Love, Diiip

Thursday, September 29th

Maybe it's Mabel,

Against my better judgement, I'm sitting here decoding more audio. Great Uncle Ford grabbed my recording devices and started rolling when I stepped inside for a little bit and, unfortunately, he caught some things.

More backmasked talking, and it makes me feel kinda gross. It's nothing particularly threatening, though definitely threatening, it's just layered with a certain level of ... familiarity, I'll call it. It kinda comes off as flirty?? But that doesn't seem right, does it? Maybe I can somehow regain access to my e-mail and I can send you these clips so you can see what I mean.

It is 100% Bill, by the way. It wouldn't be the first time we've received weird little voice notes from him, but these are different than anything we've encountered in the past. Real "the call is coming from inside the house" vibes: "Don't be so sure." and "I'm closer than you think." Personally, I think we should stop engaging ... but Bill is making that hard. I have found that vocally acknowledging these noises makes them quiet down for a bit, but the longer you go without confronting them the louder they become. I think we should probably try and figure out a way to fortify the house a bit better? Hard to bring that kind of thing up, because Great Uncle Ford gets really tetchy if you imply something he's done isn't good enough.

Can it be Thanksgiving yet?

Love, Dip

#obsequium #dipford #stancest #pinecest #bipford #proship

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abyssal-author-and-artist · 3 months ago

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Inktober Day 8 - Mindless

Yes today's prompt was supposed to be dragon shhhh I was uninspired so I changed it to mindless which was day 9. No this is not a promise you will get Dragon tommorow there is every chance I'm changing it

Happy Family AU Mabel in the Real Gun Ending! Her death is actually my favorite surprisingly. (I might redo this in color later)

(Spoilers for the very dark Real Gun Ending below cut, includes death, blood, torture methods, suicide, just. A lot.)

I have a hand cramp that could fight god right now I swear so I'll keep this... probably long I'm not moving that hand lol I'm just immoblizing it

I love Happy Family AU so much and Real Gun ending is my favorite. To be fair I also made it and like. Who thought that was a good idea. Who let me give Mabel a gun and kill Mason so violently and then like.

Do you know what happens in the Real Gun Ending? I won't go into Dipper's graphic fucking death but like. Mabel forgets how to fucking breathe. She literally forgets how to breathe and suffocates. She's a vegetable. And then Fidds fucking shoots himself with her gun like. Who let me do this. Who approved letting me have any level of creative control.

Most importantly who let me give the 14yo a gun. (They've been in the past for two years so they're older than they would be in canon) Like Mabel is 14. Who saw me go "hey stupid idea let's give the kid a GUN" and went "yeah sure that's a great idea Mabel Pines-now-McGucket-adopted-by-Fiddleford has a fucking gun now ig" like. You cannot tell me that was a good idea. It was not. Mabel would probably kill a man at some point.

Like we've decided that instead of going "GRAPPLING HOOK" as she pulls out the grappling hook, Happy Family AU Mabel yells "GUN" and then shoots someone.

#screaming out of the abyss #inktober day 8 #happy family au #gravity falls au #mabel mcgucket #mabel pines

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bi-functional · 2 years ago

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Bottom right sequence reads “and when I move out—,” —> “yes. I’m sorry. I l-… love you too. Thank you.”

Now with more art !

So all this reincarnation talk for @tswwwit ‘s masterpiece has me throwing My little familiar au idea in the rings but its no where near as sweet or interesting as @kitty-serenade ‘s but if you like angst, hear me out!

Imagine a Dipper reborn with The Mark and what are his parents supposed to do? They love him sooo much they can’t possibly let him enter the Real World and be taken away by some Vile Demon!

So… they just keep him inside. They shelter him. They manipulate him and put him down all to keep him cooped up and ‘Safe’.

They care about his well being enough but… well who wouldn’t want to be known as the parents who Won against Bill Cipher? Like imagine the worst rich people ever who can’t Possibly be abusive of neglectful cause they give their baby anything he wants! They’re such good parents! Bill won’t stand a chance!

Dipper’s so broken down and rubbed raw by the constant emotional abuse that he has No concept of what living a life for himself might look like. In his eyes, he’s been trapped living the life he’s expected to lead to make his parents happy but ultimately, apparently, he’s also promised to a demon a few years down the line.

Like think of the possibilities here. Dipper who doesn’t have any Real knowledge about what Bill is and why he’s coming, he only has the info his parents have given him about how Bill will control him and take him away to do his bidding and possibly even Torture him!

Think about a Dipper who’s so dissociated and detached from his life as he realizes that he’s simply not meant to live a life for himself and that’s something he’s Never going to get.

Then you throw in Bill, who’s going to show up and rescue his sapling from this fucked up weird emotional monstrosity of a place that just Reeks of despair only to find? Unlike all the other pinetree’s he’s come for these past centuries this one… is… compliant? And imagine Bill, being reminded of a Dipper just as unresponsive and depressed from the very first time they met only now he has No Idea what has caused such a huge break in character.

No matter how much pushing and prodding Bill gives, Dipper just doesn’t budge, waiting for the inevitable. And Bill is such a narcissist that he doesn’t realize that his speech pattern Also affects Dipper’s reactions. ‘Hey Sapling, I wanna explore the woods let’s go.’ ‘Pinetree I’m tellin’ ya, it’s not worth it let’s not even bother.’ He’s doing and suggesting things he knows Dipper would like and help cheer him up but… unwittingly taking any choice or input from Dipper away. Think of it as a learned don’t speak unless spoken to kinda trauma. Bill’s not doing anything wrong! He’s just… not getting any results.

It would be such a fun concept to play with in a really heartbreaking way. Imagine a Bill who’s finally relinquished his hate for the word love, who might on occasions let it slip just for a shock factor, uk for funsies, only to come across a Dipper who recoils at the very thought because he’s simply never seen it, and thinks something like that doesn’t get to people like him.

Imagine Bill, suave and rich with the universe at his fingertips offering Dipper love and glory and curiosity, only to find out that Dipper’s family had also showered him in ‘love’ and ‘riches’.

Like… imagine thinking Bill would just say well fuck it I guess I’ll wait for the memories to kick in and then live out the rest of this lifetime when it comes, cause he wouldn’t. Imagine a Bill so frustrated and angry tearing apart his realm for /anything/ that might give him a real direction to step forward cause all the usual things he has at his disposal aren’t gonna cut it this time.

Bill who begrudgingly starts asking the questions. Real Genuine Questions that usually tumble from his saplings mouth that he can give witty clapbacks to serve as banter. Dipper being the one to give the sarcastic and clipped remarks cause he’s so guarded against this unknown even though… maybe things aren’t that bad. He starts to unwind ever so slowly as Bill learns how to properly interact with him in a way that’s beneficial to both of them.

Just… Bill coming across a Dipper that’s been through the ringer in way’s Bill never anticipated. Even if he’s found Dipper alone or at wits end, he’s always had a fire and determination. He’s always had his spirit in tact. Bill being angry and upset about the reincarnation deal for the first time /ever/ cause he hates seeing that people hurt the one thing he loves in the entire multiverse and unraveled Dipper like a cheap sweater. Like the emotions and story you could weave for this that’s fundamentally about Love and Learning and never hesitating to do whatever’s possible to make things Work.

Like grgrgrg just a Bill who’s being faced with a Dipper who’s been abused but not in any way Bill’s encountered. Dipper who’s suffered abuse of the MIND. Which is Bill’s entire domain! The one thing in the universe that’s his fundamentally! And he has absolutely no power here. Bill who wants to reach in and fix and help for the First Time and struggling not only with his inability to do anything, but with the urge to help and fix in the first place. Bill who has to take care of Dipper the Human way and just grits through it cause dammit it’s worth it. Just man come on.

#bruh no way tumblr glitched on me and i lost half of this and all my tags #and had to rewrite it #anyway #this got really long guys my bad #i just think its neat and ik the familiar au isnt angsty like this #but hurt comfort is my favourite thing #and ive been thinking about this for a while #just like… bill being unconditionally in love and having that proven over and over again no matter what #dipper having to let go of hope in order to survive even if as just a husk of who he was and who he could become #dipper learning to wakeup again and live for himself #like just learning and growing and loving #relinquishing hoplesness #idk man it #it just sucks being trapped #maybe i just wanted to see a story like mine with a happy ending #bi.f.art #bill cipher #gravity falls #human bill cipher #billdip #dipper pines #gravity falls au #tswwwit’s familiar au #tswwwit’s reincarnation au #also i apologize for it being very ooc #i have a headache

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thatguywiththefaceog · 1 year ago

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Kinktober 2023 Day 25-Pregnancy

Gravity Falls-wendip

While at a nude beach, a pregnant Wendy gets Dipper to film them having sex

written by @kinktober2023

requested by anon

This story is rated E for explicit. It is for mature audiences only. All characters are over 18. NSFW under the cut.

It was a reasonably warm Saturday, so Wendy decided it was the best time to pay a visit to her favorite clothing optional beach. As her husband, Dipper, drove them there, she placed her hand over her swollen stomach. The red head was five months pregnant and she and Dipper were very excited.

They drove to the parking lot and stepped out of the car and grabbing their stuff, made their way over to the changing booths. Dipper looked nervous. "Are you sure this is the best place to be right now? Being naked around others usually turns you on and-"

"I don't get off on being naked! This about being close to your natural-"

"Honey, I love you and I know you. You say it's not a sex thing, but it is. You do get off being naked in front of strangers a bit. You are very good at keeping that in check most of the time. But you are pregnant and your hormones have been making you very horny. And I worry you won't be able to control yourself. I just don't want you to be kicked out of your favorite place."

Wendy sighed. "Okay, I understand your concerns. But I'm an adult and I can control myself. Now take off your shorts."

The nude couple made their way to an open spot. Wendy, who tried to spend most of her time nude more often than not, didn’t really have any tan lines while Dipper butt was distinctly paler than the rest of him. Not only was Wendy’s crotch in its normal state of being super bushy, she hadn't shaved her legs or pits in a bit either. Her normally b-cups had swollen to c-cups due to the pregnancy. Dipper tugged along behind her, his eight inches dick flopping around free. He too had some pubic hair but no nowhere near as much as his wife. He also had grown a bit of chest hair in adulthood. He was half chub as he had a good look at his wife’s freckled ass. It made him excited no matter how many times he had seen it.

They set up their umbrellas and beach towels. Wendy started applying sunscreen to her nude body. She started with her face and arms, asking Dipper if it was too visible on her face. When he told her it was fine, she moved onto her baby bump. Okay it was more like baby hill at this point. Then she moved onto her breasts. As she rubbed the lotion onto her bare breasts out in the open in eye shot of several people, she felt something stir. Damn it, don't let Dipper be right.

"Hey Dip, you got my back?"

Dipper was just finishing applying sunscreen on himself. "Yeah."

He squirted some more sunscreen between his hands and rubbed them together before spreading it across her back. This was a bad idea Wendy thought as her whole body shivered. As he rubbed Wendy’s back, Dipper felt her ass rub against his cock.

"Wendy."

"I need it Dipper, I need it so fucking bad."

"Honey, people can see."

"I want them to see."

"But do they want to see it?"

Wendy groaned. She stopped rubbing herself against Dipper’s now fully erect penis. He was right of course. This was a family clothing optional beach. She could hear some children playing. Fortunately this wasn’t the first time Wendy had been horny at the beach. “We can go to the alcove,” Dipper told her.

Wendy groaned. “Alright but grab the phone.” Dipper took her cell phone and the naked couple tried to be discreet as they made their way to bone. They found the rock cliff and made their way behind it. Dipper laid down on his back while Wendy straddled him. His fully erect cock pressed against her pussy lips.

“This is gonna be a great video. My fans are gonna love it.” While Dipper was working as an undergrad in paranormal studies, Wendy had made a career of producing photos and videos for Onlyfans. Dipper was reluctant to help in his wife’s videos, after some prodding he agreed to help as long as his identity was kept anonymous. So his face was never shown and he did his best to keep his voice down. While they wouldn’t be able to stream this live at the beach, Wendy could still post the video after the fact.

Dipper turned on the video on the phone and pointed it at his wife as she rubbed her pregnant stomach. “Hey guys it’s Wendy. I’m just chillin’ here at the beach. And I’m super horny. Don’t worry, I got Big D with me. Say hi Big D.” Dipper waved his boner around like he was waving. “Let’s have fun shall we?”

With a little difficulty Wendy raised her body and lowered herself onto Dipper’s cock. “Aw, Big D.” She found her rhythm, bouncing on Dipper’s manhood. With one hand free, Dipper put it on Wendy’s hips. Wendy placed hers on his. Dipper bucked back into her. Her breasts shook with each thrust and bounce. Her swollen boobs mixed with her hard nipples made for quite the sight. The sounds of waves lapping mixed with the sound of flesh slapping together and their moans and grunts.

Dipper alternated between shooting his wife’s chest, their connected privates, and the bliss on her face. “Ngh, fuck!” Wendy came, her walls squeezing Dipper’s cock. In response Dipper gave in and came too. His cum flooded her occupied womb. Dipper pulled out, making sure to capture his cum dripping out of her pussy.

“Poor, if I wasn’t already knocked up that would have done the trick. Thanks Big D. Hope you liked the show.” She winked at the camera. Dipper stopped filming. Handing Wendy a tissue, she cleaned herself up. The couple relieved themselves out in the sand. “Thanks Dipper.”

“I told you so.” She gave him a playful punch on his shoulder. He kissed her cheek.

She stood up, stretching herself. “Come on, let’s go swimming!”

Taking his hand, they both emerged from behind the rocks and ran toward the ocean.

#kinktober 2023 #kinktober #gravity falls #wendip #wendy corduroy #dipper pines #lemon

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crossroadsdimension · 5 months ago

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hey, hey Cross, for the ask game

🥺 😈 🛒 🎶 🍦🌞

🥺 Is there a certain type of moment or common interaction between your characters that never fails to put you in your feels?

Acts of kindness! You can and WILL get me just by having characters be gentle with each other or assist each other with absolutely anything. I love the small moments in down time scenes where characters can just. Be. And do small nice things for each other. Recovery after battles is a good place for that kind of thing.

(Shoot I get myself doing that.)

Happy reunions after being separated for a time also feel great. Like. That's your best friend! You've been looking for them! HUG TIME.

😈 Has there been a point in a story where you did something just to be playfully mean to your readers?

In Mental Link, my FFVII AU, there's a scene where the character Kunsel takes his helmet off. (For context -- Kunsel exists in Crisis Core, the FFVII "prequel," but we never see him without his helmet. People have been trying to figure out what he looks like for years.)

I teased my readers by having him take the helmet off and only confirming he has the blue mako eyes and saying nothing else about his features. Seeing the comments roll in on that chapter was delightful.

🛒 What are some common things you incorporate in your fics? Themes, feels, scenes, imagery, etc.

I'm a sucker for inter-dimensional travel, firstly. I've got an OC that I channel as much of that desire into as possible. Maria Carlsdale gets to travel between realities and I get to sit at home and imagine them all.

I also like deep friendships, found family, and just. Writing adventures about saving various aspects of one thing or another, while also throwing a "what-if" twist into the works. It doesn't change the characters any -- I just throw a monkey wrench into the canon plot and see how the characters react to it. Those are VERY fun.

Some twisted part of me also likes to play with various kinds of mental manipulation of the mind control variety -- which, so far, has also been channeled into Maria's adventures. She's had to deal with so many attempts on her free will she's developed immunities to most of them. The twisted part of me complains that I can't use her as the victim, but honestly, she deserves it after everything I've put her through...and there are worse ways to use mind control than just force the protagonist to go under.

🎶 Do you listen to music while you write? What song have you been playing on loop lately?

Depends! It flip-flops in accordance with many factors. I tend to prefer orchestrations to songs with lyrics, though -- it's easier to focus on what I'm writing when I'm not trying to listen to the words.

Right now, it's been a lot of FFXIV, FFXVI, and Mobius Final Fantasy music on repeat, when I do listen. I am very deep into the Final Fantasy franchise right now. XD

🍦 What's the sweetest fic you've created so far?

...thaaat's a tough question. But my mind goes straight to Sweet Tooth, which is a Gravity Falls fic about Dipper and Mabel discovering that their Grunkle Ford loves jellybeans. I wrote it after Journal 3 was released! Probably another one would be From One Support to Another, a Rising of the Shield Hero and Log Horizon one-shot crossover. I thought a calm moment for Naofumi, getting to meet Shiro the Support-class Sorcerer would do him some good.

🌞 Do you have a preferred time of day to write?

Early morning or at the end of the day -- mostly because that's the easiest time for me to write something. Can't write when I'm working after all (the journal I keep on hand is mostly for notes, not for whole scenes. Doesn't mean I won't slip a couple in there on occasion, though....)

#cross' rambling #cross answers #ladyazzyscoffeecorner #writer emoji ask meme

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testudoaubrei-blog · 3 years ago

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Well, it’s not quite a master’s thesis, but this is (the first of) a series of posts on why Catra and Adora are the best love story in the history of kids TV animation and maybe the greatest love story in the history of TV. This may in some ways be faint praise - romance on TV is generally not very good compared with books or movies. Often it’s just some will they/won’t they sexual tension that is defused by getting characters together and re-heightened by breaking them up. TV is full of nearly shark jumping pointless dramas like Sam and Diane (Cheers, holy fuck am I dating myself, though that was technically before my time), Ross and Rachel (Friends, which was no Cheers) etc, but also some less annoying couples like Ben and Leslie (Parks and Rec) or Amy and Jake (Bk99) who are mostly just kind of cute and fun. Other shows, like the X-Files, teased viewers for years with unresolved sexual tension. In kids shows most romances are, appropriate for their target viewers, mild, sweet relationships based more on self-conscious flirting and blushing than on complex and conflicted feelings or deep passions - which is pretty realistic when the characters are young teens or even mid-teens. Some of these relationships are really well done - Finn and Flame Princess, Dipper and Pacifica (yeah I ship them), the early stages of Katara and Aang (before the showrunners imbued this childhood crush with cosmic significance), Steven and Connie, etc. Catra and Adora, though, are different. Their love story is not a side plot or a sub plot, it’s the heart of the show. It isn’t a childhood crush, it’s a very messy and passionate relationship between two young adults. She-Ra is an emotionally complex lesbian romance just as much as it is a thrilling action/adventure show. Everything about their relationship is baked into the show’s plot, its themes, hell even its musical score. The dramatic tension between Catra and Adora is not the result of stretching out a flirtation for ratings, but a coherent dramatic arc that runs through the entire show. As Noelle said, he made Catradora so central that execs couldn’t take it out without ruining the show. And the show is better for it. In this series of posts I’m going to try to show why, as well as showing why She-Ra is such a fantastic love story.

First off, let’s talk about how Catra and Adora’s character arcs are foils for each other, and how they come together and apart through the series. This is actually a post that I’ve been working on for a while but I keep summarizing the show rather than cutting to the chase, so I’m not going to recite many plot points so much as sketch out what’s going on with the dramatic structure at the time. But also, let’s talk about what each character’s arc is saying, and how they are commenting on each other. Spoiler alert: Catra’s arc is a subversion and critique of stories of empowerment through ruthless self-assertion and revenge, while Adora’s arc is a subversion and critique of chosen one narratives and stories of self-denial and self-transcendence.

When the show starts, Adora and Catra are shown as rivals and friends - their first scene starts the recurring motif of them reaching out for each other as one of them dangles above an abyss, as well as establishing their flirtatious banter and easy camaraderie. We quickly learn that these two young women plan to conquer the world together. These scenes and later flashbacks show Catra and Adora as deeply enmeshed in each others lives, to the point where neither of them (but especially Catra) have clear identities outside of one another. There is so much genuine love on both sides before Adora leaves, but also resentment, envy and fear, especially on Catra’s side, as well as a protectiveness on Adora’s side that deprives Catra of her autonomy. They are both being abused by Shadow Weaver - Catra physically and emotionally, Adora emotionally. It wouldn’t be too much to say that Shadow Weaver holds Catra hostage to control Adora (this is why critiques that Adora abandoned Catra to be abused are actually kind of messed up, since they accept Shadow Weaver’s premise that Adora is responsible for what Shadow Weaver does to Catra). In addition, Catra and Adora actually see the world incredibly differently. Adora already sees the world in terms of right, wrong and her destiny to right wrongs - this is why it’s important for her to accept the Horde’s obvious lies - she couldn’t keep living if she didn’t. Catra, on the other hand, sees the world solely in terms of survival and personal loyalty - everything for her is about preserving herself and the person she cares about - Adora.

Then, when Adora finds the sword, she leaves because it’s the right thing to do. Catra doesn’t even have a concept of ‘the right thing to do’ being something she should care about, or perhaps, something she can care about as an irredeemably evil, awful fuck-up. So at Thaymor neither one understands where the other is coming from, and Catra and Adora begin to part. This is the first turning point in their relationship. Adora chooses duty over what she desires, Catra chooses to protect herself (such as she sees it) and nurse her sense of betrayal and abandonment.

Their relationship until Promise is a kind of weird Frenemy thing that is fascinating to watch and sold me on the show. Neither one wants to fully admit to themselves that the other is now their enemy, neither one has given up on changing the other’s mind. Each is furious at the other, and desperate to see her again at the same time. There’s a lot of heartache and just as much sexual tension, especially at Princess Prom. Both of them come alive when they fight each other (more about that in a later post). But they’re already growing apart - Adora embracing her destiny as She-Ra, Catra rising in the ranks for the Horde. Adora now has the purpose she always wanted, plus other friends and a sense of being chosen to do something great, while Catra now has power - the means to protect herself from people like Shadow Weaver as well as the vindication she had always been denied, and even the opportunity to beat Shadow Weaver at her own game.

The next turning point is Promise. Holy fuck, this episode. It’s an episode that is even more heartbreaking after you’ve watched the show because you know just how much worse things are going to get, and yet, it’s a necessary part of both of their character arcs. Even through season 1 Catra and Adora had remained very much enmeshed in each others lives in an increasingly fucked up way as they grew apart but refused to turn away from each other. Even though they aren’t -exactly- a romantic couple (Adora doesn’t recognize and acknowledge her feelings until the last episode of Season 5), Season 1 of She-Ra is one of the worst breakups I have seen on TV. As I said in a couple of previous posts, this is the kind of shit that the Mountain Goats write songs about. Everything that was poisoning their love for each other even before episode 1 bubbles to the surface and combines with them fighting on opposite sides of the war to make a truly fucked up situation. In the end, it’s Catra that makes the choice to turn away from Adora. This isn’t a -good- decision. It’s spiteful, and destructive, and based on an outright deluded understanding of their relationship (inspired by Light Hope’s manipulations and her own issues), but it’s in some ways a necessary decision. Catra has been so wrapped up in Adora for so long that she isn’t going to be able to figure out who -she- is without cutting Adora out of her life. And the same is true of Adora.

But each of them do this in about the worst way possible. Catra embraces destruction, ambition, manipulation and outright cruelty, turning the tactics of her abusers against them and against everyone around her. She first triumphs over Shadow Weaver and manipulates Entrapta into trying to corrupt Etheria itself. Meanwhile Adora ‘lets go’ and commits herself to the self-denying mantle of She-Ra. Over the next several seasons, their respective paths will nearly lead both Catra and Adora to their deaths (in the Season 4 finale).

For the next season (counting season 2 and 3 as one) Catra and Adora are still closely linked, but as enemies. Still, there’s more than enough flirtation between them (that ‘Hey Catra’ in the first episode of Season 2 is something else), and especially on Adora’s side we see her hold back with Catra, and often take responsibility for the harm Catra inflicts, just like she had when they were kids. Yet they still drift apart - after facing off every other episode in Season 1, they spend less and less time on screen together through season 2 and 3. Catra continues her ascent to power and descent into villainy while Adora becomes more of a stressed out mess as she takes the fate of the world and the wellbeing of everyone she cares about on her admittedly broad shoulders. Catra’s one moment of vulnerability is rewarded by Shadow Weaver’s betrayal and her exile, then Catra triumphs in ruthless badass fashion through sheer desperation and aggression. In the Crimson Wastes, we see Catra at her most independent, and she almost seems happy. But once Adora shows up and Catra hears about Shadow Weaver, she’s sucked back into the worst of her resentments, and she makes very clear that being happy is less important to her than making sure Adora is miserable.

This changes everything. Catra completely breaks with reality and tries to kill Adora, herself and the world rather than lose to Adora and Shadow Weaver (I do think it’s important to remember that she does that after Shadow Weaver nearly kills her). Catra betrays everyone around her when she exiles Entrapta, threatens Scopria and lies to Hordak. Then she flips the switch. When Adora tries to fix things, Catra fights to her own death to make sure that the world disintegrates with her. For her part, Adora fights first to understand what is wrong with the world and then to fix it. Finally she tells Catra that destroying the world is her choice and she has to live with it, decks her, and then sees her off with a death glare once the portal is closed. With this, Adora writes Catra off even if, as she says later, she never never hated her. By doing that, Adora casts off the guilt that had dogged her and takes responsibility for her own life rather than someone else’s - this is actually a huge step for her, and one that will become more important in Season 4.

Season 4 is in many ways the nadir of their relationship. They only see each other once during the entire season, in Fluterrina, when Adora tries to blast Catra, much to the latter’s shock. There’s a sense in that scene that Catra is trying to have the same flirtatious enmity she used to have with Adora, and Adora is having none of it. Catra almost seems hurt by this, which is an early hint at how isolated Catra is beginning to feel. Catra spends the rest of the season at her highest and lowest. On the one hand she spends most of 12 episodes winning by every standard she has ever claimed to care about, besting Hordak himself in single combat and making herself co-ruler of the Horde and coming within a day’s march of ending the Rebellion. In many ways it is the ultimate empowerment fantasy - the abused young woman has defeated her abusers, showed up everyone who doubted her and forced everyone to respect her. But I think it’s striking that the show starts with her and Adora dreaming of conquering the world together and in Season 4 Catra nearly succeeds in conquering it alone, almost like she was trying to live out her old shared fantasy while proving she didn’t need her former best friend.

At the same time, Catra is clearly miserable. She’s always been unhappy, but in Season 4 we see her completely isolated and lying to herself and everyone who will listen in a desperate attempt to justify her actions. Turning the tactics of Hordak and Shadow Weaver against them to gain power and then against Scorpia and Entrapta to maintain it haven’t vindicated Catra, they’ve made her more and more alone as Entrapta is exiled and Scorpia drifts away. Meanwhile Catra reaches out to Double Trouble, and her interactions with them reek of a kind of desperate desire to have someone in her life (the feeling of their interaction is of an unhealthy casual relationship where one partner becomes emotionally invested and the other takes advantage of that while denying the other the closeness they desire). As people leave her, one after the other, it becomes clearer and clearer that Catra doesn’t want power at all - she wants connection, friendship, love, and power is a very poor replacement. As I said in my long Catra rant, Season 4 is both her ‘Walter White as a Catgirl’ season and the beginning of her redemption. Everything comes to head when Sparkles destroys everything Catra has tried to achieve, Double Trouble delivers those harsh truths and Horde Prime shows up and makes it all irrelevant, just highlighting how futile all her struggles and sacrifices and crimes have been.

Meanwhile Adora spends Season 4 becoming her own her and her own woman. After telling off Catra, she grows more and more disillusioned with Light Hope and critical of Glimmer (though the latter has more than a shade of her old habit of taking responsibility for others - Adora’s development is not linear). She’s gained the courage and confidence to strike out her own path, not just follow a destiny. At the season’s end she once again breaks with her best friend to do what is right, and discards the destiny that she was being prepared for. But in this case she isn’t chasing one packaged destiny for another, instead she’s making her own choice and literally shattering the thing that she thought gave her life purpose. It’s badass, and heartbreaking, and along with decking Catra and jumping after Catra into the abyss (see below) it’s the perfect Adora moment.

In many ways Season 5 starts with Catra and Adora farther apart than they have ever been. They aren’t even enemies anymore, they’re completely out of each other’s lives. And both Catra and Adora are lost at the beginning of Season 5 - Catra is useless and alone on Prime’s ship, completely defeated despite ostensibly being on the winning side, and she goes through the motions of her normal plotting without any particular conviction and none of her normal flair. Meanwhile Adora is even more miserable and self-destructive than usual, throwing herself at Horde Bots and working herself until she drops of exhaustion. In a very real way they both stay lost until they have a chance to help the other. Catra takes responsibility for what she’s done and what she can do, saves Glimmer (at least partly for Adora’s sake), apologizes to Adora, and sacrifices herself. Adora only seems to come alive when she decides to turn around, face Prime, and save the cat. And when she does, Catra and Adora’s arcs, which had separated so completely in season 4, come crashing back together to end the series.

Adora during Save the Cat is such a contrast with the uncertain, hesitant and self-destructive wreck we’ve seen so far in Season 5. This is possibly her craziest plan in 3 years of mostly cazy plans, but she never wavers or questions herself. Even when Chipped Catra appears and we see Adora’s heart break while we watch, Adora doesn’t back down or relent. She keeps at it even as the tears stream down her face. She fights better trying to save Catra without She-Ra’s powers than she fought at the Battle of Bright Moon with them. Catra’s just about as desperate - we see her cry and plead, and now is probably as good a time to any to point out how amazing a job both VAs did throughout the show, but especially in this episode, and how good a job the board artists did.

Seeing each other for the first time in a year, and only the second time since Catra blew everything up, Catra and Adora are probably the rawest and least restrained we’ve ever seen them. There’s barely any banter, no bravado, and no pretense that they are anything other than two women who desperately need each other (Prime doesn’t help with ‘You broke my heart’.) Then Catra is flung to her death, Adora jumps after her, breaks both her legs in the fall (we see her crawl to Catra, as though she couldn’t walk) and becomes the real She-Ra. It’s such a triumphant and deeply queer moment seeing a woman transformed into a warrior goddess to protect the woman she loves, and it’s the reason that, as dark as it is, Save the Cat is my Comfort Food episode.

Let’s not sleep on Taking Control, though. This episode is like a microcosm of what this show does best, especially the A plot with Catra and Adora. Catra’s reversion to lashing out at everyone and her refusal to be open to Adora shows just how much of a struggle this whole ‘being good and trying to connect to people’ thing is. Catra’s outburst gives Adora a chance to stand up for herself and refuse to be Catra’s punching bag, while also not trying to control her. Adora’s ultimatum gives Catra a chance to reach out to Adora (quite literally), and allow herself to be vulnerable. In this episode, we see just how far Catra and Adora have come since the messed up stew of their relationship in Season 1. Adora lets Catra be responsible for her own actions; Catra lets herself be vulnerable to Adora and takes responsibility for her actions. They’re both better people and better friends and better partners than they were, and the show has shown this in a strikingly nuanced and realistic way.

The important thing to note in the next few episodes of Season 5 isn’t just how much closer Catra and Adora get to each other and how much they flirt (So much. So much, y’all) but just how -happy- they are. We see both of them transformed in the other’s presence. Basically, since they’ve parted, both Catra and Adora have been defined in no small part by how miserable they often are. They have both had their triumphs and their lighter moments, but there’s been a sense of melancholy dogging both Catra and Adora since episode 1. And now that they’re together again, that lifts, somewhat. Catra’s verbal barbs have lost their venom, and she can openly show how much she cares for Adora and even Bow and Glimmer. She’s still herself - snarky, cynical, somewhat devious - but she’s not engaged in a self-destructive zero-sum struggle with everyone around her. Meanwhile Adora has spent 4 seasons being a neurotic and sometimes nearly joyless mess who takes responsibility for everything and often doesn’t let herself enjoy anything other than the odd BFS group hug (exceptions include trying to uh...impress Huntara and reveling with the butterfly ladies of Elberron in Flutterina). Around Catra, though, she’s a cocky, swaggering jock who gives as good as she gets. It’s a side of Adora we’ve only seen hints of before, and one that’s so much more confident and joyful even as the world is ending around her. Apart, Catra had tried to protect and vindicate herself with power and conquest, while Adora had tried to forget herself in duty and sacrifice. Together, they can be themselves again. This dynamic is crucial to the show’s portrayal of Catra and Adora’s romance because it doesn’t just show how much they love each other, but how they’re -good- for each other now that they’ve grown as people, and that they are so much better than they were when they were apart.

Until Shadow Weaver shows up. Their old abuser reintroduces tensions but even then things are different than they were. Now Catra isn’t just resentful of how Shadow Weaver prefers Adora - she’s protective of Adora, which is clearest in Failsafe when she calls Shadow Weaver out for being willing to sacrifice Adora. And while Adora takes the Failsafe, it isn’t to follow her destiny or because she has a death wish - it’s because she loves her friends, and she is the only one who has any hope of doing this and living (though Catra’s suggestion that Shadow Weaver take it is a good one). And finally, when Catra leaves Adora, it isn’t because she hates Adora, nor, despite what she says, is it because she really thinks that Adora chose Shadow Weaver. At least, not exactly. It’s because Catra loves Adora, and can admit that to herself, and can’t stay around and watch the woman she loves sacrifice herself rather than choosing Catra. Before Catra leaves, she asks Adora ‘What do you want?” It’s a question that echoes Shadow Weaver’s speech in Episode 1: ‘isn’t this what you always wanted since you could want anything?’ As much as Adora has grown as a person, and defined herself and stood up for what she thinks is right, she still has never answered that question - it’s never been ‘what do I want’ but ‘what do I have to do?’ and that’s how Adora answers Catra’s question. This is Adora’s last gasp as a self-transcending hero, letting go of what she wants (not that she ever dared articulate what that was) in order to do what must be done. And it nearly kills her and dooms the universe, because Adora can’t be the hero that she needs to be by being anyone less than herself.

But it’s losing Catra that inspires Adora to tell off Shadow Weaver for good (not that she’d ever really warmed to her after season 1). And it’s love for Adora that inspires Catra to stand up to Shadow Weaver and demand that she do the right thing. In both cases, Catra and Adora aren’t just standing up to their abuser, but holding her to account for the harm she’s caused, and it’s the love that they have for each other that inspires them to do this. In Catra’s case in particular her refusal to let Shadow Weaver weasel out of finding Adora is a much greater triumph over Shadow Weaver than beating her up and breaking her mask in Season 1 - it’s proof not so much to Shadow Weaver but to Catra herself that Catra really is better than this and that she deserves better than this. It’s not turning her abuser’s tactics against her, but truly holding her to a moral standard and demanding that she do the right thing.

And then there’s Catra and Adora together at the heart. Catra has already come back for Adora and stayed to the end, choosing to die with her even if she can’t share a life together (not out of some death wish, but because Adora needs her). And Adora, who’s been avoiding answering the question for three fucking years, finally let’s herself want Catra when Catra finally confesses her love (breaking the last of her self-protective shields) and asks Adora to stay -for her-. And by admitting what she wants, Adora can truly be at peace with herself and be the hero she needs to be, lesbianism saves the universe, The End.

So anyway, that’s how Catra and Adora’s stories are woven together and how they compliment and comment on each other. Narrativiely, Adora and Catra start together, come apart, find something of themselves, and truly find themselves and each other when they are reunited. Thematically, they are critiquing seemingly opposing narrative tropes - empowerment narratives and narratives of self sacrifice. But by showing the flaws in both types of story and showing how neither self-seeking empowerment nor self-negating self sacrifice can actually make us happy, She-Ra asks and answers more profound questions than most prestige dramas for adults do. I’ll get into how the show sells the idea that the power of love can bring us happiness (and save the world) in a future post. But next up, I’m going to celebrate just how much Catra and Adora’s relationship revels in ambiguity, complexity and contradiction and so tells a grown up love story in a kid’s show.

#she ra #she ra spoilers #she ra adora #spop #catradora #she ra netflix #she ra and the princesses of power #goat ship #long #meta

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xpacestuff · 5 years ago

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Su/gf crossover things

dipper: so like, you glow pink when you're stressed?

steven: Yeah, basically. Then at one point it got real bad.

dipper: ...How bad?

steven: I basically turned into a kaiju monster lol

dipper, writing that down, whispering: what the fuck...

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steven probably is probably gonna act like an older brother around them but only in a protective way

"if something bad happens to them i'm gonna break some necks"

"please... don't."

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Y'all know how Mabel likes crystals and such? Imagine she talks about a rose quartz, Steven turns pink and Dipper from a mile away is like "HUH??? WHAT???"

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imagine when steven is new and before they knew steven is a half gem hybrid it was like this

steven, to dipper: it seems your sister likes sparkly things huh?

dipper: yeah, pretty much

steven: wow... then she better not know i'm a half gem hybrid lol

dipper: you are a what

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dipper: Listen, I appreciate my sister but wow she can be hard to deal with sometimes.

steven: Oh yeah, kinda reminds me of Spinel lol. She tried to kill me and this planet

dipper: what the- she... tried to kill this planet?? and you? uh kinda reminds me of bill

steven: who

dipper: this weird triangle yellow demon

dipper: he can go into peoples dreams, is super dangerous if he wants to be, can even control peoples body too... it's so messed up. i hate him so much

steven, knowing he can do all that too: ahahaha.... i knoww right... yikes.. haha...

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steven meets gideon, tries to befriend him, gideon literally tries to kill him

steven: wouldn't be the first time this happened

dipper: huh?? huh??? please tell me more this seems interesting

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mabel is like "omg steven is so cool!!!" and dipper, completely tired "please don't say you're attracted to him or something how come you always fall in love with aliens or mermaids n stuff" and mabel just "...i just said he's cool :("

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Imagine Connie could just... appear there with lion

dipper: WHAT IS THAT!?

mabel: A PINK LION!!! OH MY GOSH!!!

steven: Oh yeah, guys, this is Connie and Lion. :)

connie: hey :)

mabel: hi!

dipper: that lion is... scary.

steven: oh, don't worry about him! You can ride him if you want, he's a nice lion. I'm sure you'd enjoy it!

dipper: no thanks

10 mins later

dipper, totally riding on lion as lion just runs in circles: WOOO THIS IS FUN!!! THI-

steven, opening the door, looking at dipper: :) told ya

dipper, immediately jumping off of lions back: Uh i mean uh... no i didn't like it

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Steven: makes a pun

Everyone else:

Stan: HAA! good joke kid

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imagine instead of dipper accepting the fact that he just works in the mystery shack he instead has a lot of trust issues and steven goes to mabel and it turns out like this

steven: it seems your brother doesn't trust me?

mabel: well you do almost have the same powers as this yellow dorito demon we had multiple fights with cause well he almost killed us multiple times and we were in a lot of danger because of him so

steven: ...

steven: y'know, ironic for me to say this but did you guys ever go to the doctor? i experienced the same thing and well uhhh turns out all the things i went through messed with my head a lot. maybe that's also the reason why your brother acts that way?

mabel: nahh he's always like that haha!

steven, visibly concerned: hmm..

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after dipper saw steven's destructive powers once he was deeply worried and afraid of steven, causing him to have trust issues. when mabel says something like "oh i'm gonna ask steven somethi-" he just cuts her off with "no! i don't want you to get near him!". steven realises this and at one point tries to show dipper that he's mostly nice and tells him that these breakdowns he has is because of all the terrible things he has went through. he also proceeds to show the good side of his powers (like healing, his shield to protect, stuff like that) so dipper can understand that when he is dangerous he doesn't mean it. he just generally goes on adventures with them (the not too dangerous ones, since he has had enough of those and just wants a break) and tries to protect them in any way he can to earn his trust once more. of course this takes time, since dipper generally has problems trusting people.

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When Stan first meets Steven he sees how much money he has and sells him something that costs a lot and it's just

Steven: Wow your unkle?? grandpa?? g.. grunkle as you say? sure has a lot of expensive stuff. I bought them as a souvenir though!

Mabel: Oh, buddy... oh no..

Dipper: Yeahh, see... he scammed you.

Steven: what

Dipper: basically he just wanted your money.

Steven: oh. harsh.

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anyway connie meeting the twins thing

Connie: oh, hey! who are you guys?

Steven: h-

Mabel: YOUR GF IS PRETTY!!!

Connie: 😳

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Steven: talking about how beautiful, great and lovely Connie is and how she's always there for him

Mabel: THAT'S SO CUTE :")

Dipper: ... Anyway this gem stuff-

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Steven: Dipper, I haven't known you for too long, but i know very well that these experiences are gonna mess with you later on. I also see you're struggling. Maybe get some help? Not to sound mean haha- it's just... I don't want you to go through a hard time in the future? Maybe go see a therapist?

Dipper: pfft, a therapist? Who needs that? I'm not some "mentally unstable" person hahaha

Steven:

Dipper:

Steven: I can pay for it if you want just please-

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he sends a picture to the cgs of himself, mabel and dipper and is like "i made new friends and work in this sketchy place LOL" and the gems are like "good enough?? i guess?? atleast he made friends?"

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dipper and mabel: we almost died multiple times

steven: same

dipper:

mabel:

mabel: are you okay?

steven: are you okay??

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anyway that's it for now! I'm probably gonna add more but anyway i love this au/crossover a lot. I'm probably (definitely) gonna draw some of these so yeah! hope you enjoyed this post lol

#steven universe #gravity falls #su #steven universe future #gf #mabel #dipper #steven #su/gf crossover #crossover #i love this au thing sm #writing #ideas #(just in case but)#if you draw any of this please credit me!

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nataliedanovelist · 3 years ago

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GF - Mabel’s Worry

Collab with @clownwry! They’ve been super sweet and very nice, and after getting inspired by this post, I decided to write a full on-fic about it... but then it spiraled out of control, so enjoy an angsty story featuring the sweater twins!

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Mabel sat up quickly, breathing just as heavy as an Olympic runner. She shook her head to clear it and she hugged her knees in self-embarrassment. It was just a stupid nightmare. Vague, no real plot, but still carried the overall message, the fear, anxiety, and still made Mabel’s blood run cold and sweat sparkle on her forehead. She needed to calm down, get herself together. Milk. Warm milk.

And so she quietly got out of bed and left her shared attic bedroom for downstairs. Despite being gone for nine months, she still knew this dark home by heart. She could walk it blindfolded if needed, but the moonlight leaking in through the triangular windows helped her in her journey. That and a small light coming from the living room. Like a moth to a flame, Mabel sleepily dragged her socked feet to the room and peaked through the doorway, half of her face hidden by wood and shadow.

Grunkle Ford was sitting in the armchair, reading a book in the light of a lamp. Mabel’s spirit was lifted, relieved and happy to see him, but she was hesitant to bother him. He was happy with his book, she really shouldn’t bother him with her own stupid problems. She should probably just go get her drink and go to bed and leave him alone. But then Grunkle Ford’s instincts alerted him of a spy and he looked up and instantly smiled.

“Mabel,” His blissful facial expression dropped suddenly remembering that she went to bed a few hours ago and it wasn’t quite daylight yet. “What’s wrong? Is everything okay?”

This really wasn’t like her, for words to fail leaving her mouth, for her to be silent or non-vocal. But all Mabel could do was barely step into the light, hands behind her back, and shrug with her eyes to the floor. She was silent because she was afraid of what she would say if she dared to give herself the opportunity to talk. Ford grew more concerned, but he knew what to do; he had more practice under his belt now than he did months ago. He smiled softly at his niece, closed his book and sat it on the dino skull, and patted his thigh. “Come here.”

Mabel looked up and bit her lip. The dame broke over her uncle’s kindness. With watering eyes she ran into his lap and clung onto him tightly, burying her face in his chest and whimpering as tears left her eyes. Ford hugged her back tightly and petted her soft long brown hair. The girl might be thirteen, but that doesn’t mean she would stop having nightmares or no longer need comfort. Moses knows, as much as he would deny it, Ford still had nightmares and still needed reassurance. Not to mention it was well-earned after everything he and his family had been through… everything he put his family through…

Mabel was mumbling something into his maroon sweater. Ford thought it was moans, sobs, but as he listened he could actually make out words. “M’sorry… m’sorry…”

“Hey, hey.” Ford said softly. “There’s nothing to be sorry for, my dear.”

“... didn’t mean t’bother you…”

“Oh,” Ford cooed as gentle as a lamb. “Oh, sweetheart, you could never bother me. Never.”

Mabel sniffed. “M’sorry.” Whether she was still sorry for bothering him or sorry for being sorry was a bit unclear, but Ford decided it didn’t matter.

“It’s alright.” Ford eased. “It’s alright, my dear.”

After a few minutes of letting Mabel cry into his chest, Ford could feel Mabel make a sharp shiver in his hold. He got a pretty good idea, and so he gently had Mabel let him go. She whimpered like a puppy denied a treat, but she watched with sparkling eyes as Ford slipped off his maroon sweater, revealing a thin long-sleeved white undershirt, and he sweetly pulled it over Mabel’s head and smiled at her. She helped him by slipping her arms into the correct holes and she grinned as she now wore Ford’s old red sweater. Nearly every day he wore a Mabel Sweater she had made for her, whether she mailed it to the Stan O’ War while they were apart, or she gave it to him in person. Only every so often did he wear his old sweater, but they were both glad he did.

Mabel allowed her head to sink deeper into the worn yarn. Her senses and lungs were drowned in Ford’s scent, which brought along happy memories and good emotions. She hugged Ford again and he happily held her, petting her hair and just being there.

A few minutes of silence passed, and Ford made a prediction that it was a good time to check on her verbally. “Feeling better? Mabel?” He looked down and Mabel was asleep, one arm still around him, one hand holding onto his undershirt. Ford chuckled warmly in his chest, slowly stood, and carried Mabel to the attic to tuck her in.

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“Dipper, they’re ready!” Mabel called.

Dipper hurried up the stairs and ran into his shared bedroom, plopped on the beanbag, and Mabel started the call on the laptop they had on the floor between the two beds. The grunkles answered at once, sitting at the table and grinning.

“Well hey there, gremlins! How was your week?” Stan greeted.

“Pretty good, just the usual school stuff.” Dipper answered.

“Did you get the package?” Mabel asked.

Ford grinned and picked up the large sealed box and placed it on the table. “Yes, perfectly intact! We picked it up in Pevek two days ago.”

“What?! And you haven’t opened it?!”

“Oh, well we thought we should wait until…”

“You two will freeze!” Mabel shook her head and smiled. “Open it and get warm!”

Stan rolled his eyes as he pulled out his pocketknife and cut the tape. “Sweetie, in the last two years we’ve been sailing you’ve sent us three trunks full of blankets, eight pairs of gloves, at least a dozen sweaters for each of us, six scarves…”

“Not that we don’t appreciate it, we always love your packages, my dear.” Ford interrupted. “But you work too hard. We’re never cold thanks to you.”

“Good. Let’s keep it that way.” Mabel said firmly.

“Oh wow! Mabel!” Ford gasped happily as he pulled out a new green sweater-vest with golden diamonds and a long-sleeved salmon button up. “This is beautiful!” Ford also pulled out a regular dark-orange turtleneck.

Stan noticed there had been two stacks of things. Ford had already taken out his stack, so the old conman grinned as he plunged his hand into the box and grabbed his new baby-blue sweater with a sailboat on it. “Sweet! And look here!” Stan pulled out another sweater, this one being a warm cream color with tiny pinetrees on the neck and wrists and waist of the sweater. “Wow, Mabel! Just when I thought your sweaters couldn’t get more impressive… this is so cool!”

Mabel blushed over the compliments. “I’m glad you like them. There’s still…”

“Oh, my dear, this must have taken you ages!” Ford pulled out one last item: a large knitted blanket to go with the others, this one made with very thick yarn that was as soft as the melody of youthful days. It was very large and could easily cover both men, and it resembled the sky perfectly, being dark blue with white specks.

“Thank you, pumpkin, this is amazing!”

Mabel grinned and said, “Just please stay warm.”

Ford smiled and nodded. “Of course we will. We’re always careful, my dear. And thanks to you I think I’ve forgotten what it’s like to be cold.”

Mabel wasn’t sure if she bought it, the number of times she saw their chattering teeth, tight jaws, and rosy cheeks and noses in pictures, but she decided not to fight it and she just smiled.

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There are some benefits to living in the glorious year of 2014. Many different forms of communication allow people to keep in contact, no matter how far apart they are. So not only did Ford, Stan, Dipper, and Mabel, text every day and send pictures and emails, they always had their Saturday night/Sunday morning video call. Always. So, of course, Mabel and Dipper were a little concerned when no one responded to their text messages to ask if they were ready for the call.

“Hey guys! Ready?”

“Rise and shine, sleepy heads! Can’t wait to see you guys!”

“Are you guys okay? We understand if you can’t make it this week.”

“Is something wrong? We’re not mad, but could you please text us.”

“Guys, seriously, this isn’t funny…”

“If we don’t hear back from you guys I will call the FBI! The CIA!”

“You guys do know how to use your phones, right?”

“Are you guys hurt?! ARE YOU DEAD?!”

Dipper looked up from his phone and across his bedroom. Mabel was in Sweatertown on her bed, buried in her favorite nightgown. Dipper sighed and moved to sit next to her. “Mabel, it’ll be okay.”

“They’re jerks.” Mabel mumbled from within the maroon yarn.

Dipper smiled and nodded in agreement. “Yeah, we’ll get payback when they finally answer.”

Mabel lifted her head just enough to peek at his twin. “But what if they never do…” And tears formed.

Dipper rubbed her back and said, “They will. I swear.”

But they didn’t. As time ticked from ten o’clock at night to midnight to even three o’clock in the morning, Dipper and Mabel stayed awake, waiting for a response, both of them knowing any attempt to sleep was futile. And when Mabel’s phone buzzed and rang for a video-call, they both dove and Mabel clicked the green button with a shaking hand.

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Stan gave his brother the mug of warm water. “You’re an idiot.”

Ford snorted and sipped the warm drink. “This isn’t coffee.”

“You don’t need coffee, you need to get hydrated.” Stan collapsed into the couch next to his brother. His eyes landed on the wall-clock, and he shot up quickly and ran for the bedroom. “DAMN IT!”

“What? What is it?!” Ford gasped.

“It’s Sunday!”

Ford groaned and slapped his forehead.

Stan grabbed his phone and found a dozen text messages from each kid and some missed phone calls. “Ah jeez, I know you’re wiped out, Sixer, but we gotta talk to these kids.”

“I don’t care if I’m on my deathbed, we’re calling them.” Ford hollered back as he loosened the grip of his blanket and Stan entered the room. His brother sat next to him and called Mabel’s phone.

At once Stan’s phone lit up with two distressed looking kids, both with wide eyes but missing their bedheads. “YOU’RE OKAY!” The two teenagers cried out.

Stan winced. “Kids, we’re really really sorry…”

“What happened?!” Mabel gasped. “Grunkle Ford, are you okay?! You don’t look very good, are you sick?!”

“Mabel, sweetie, I’m okay.” Ford eased. “I… erm, I fell overb-...”

“YOU FELL IN THE OCEAN?!” Mabel yelled in horror.

“Ssh, Mabel!” Dipper hissed, eyeing the door.

“Are you okay?! Are you on your way to a hospital?! Do you need anything? We can hitchhike…”

“Mabel, Mabel, please, I’m alright, Stanley’s been taking excellent care of me.” Ford said firmly. “I’m sorry we scared you, sweetie, but…”

“Well, good!” Mabel snapped, visibly angry and now full-on scolding. Stan and Ford glanced at each other nervously, getting flashbacks of scoldings from their mother. “You should be, knuckleheads! We can’t tell if you’re even still alive unless you tell us! Don’t you ever scare me like that again, you hear?! If something happened to you… I’m glad you’re happy and doing what you love, but PLEASE don’t kill yourselves doing it!” Mabel bit her lip as she realized she was yelling, and she used the long sweater sleeve to wipe at her damp eyes. “Sorry, I didn’t mean…”

“Aw, pumpkin, it’s okay.” Stan replied calmly. “You’ve got every right to be mad at us. I’m sorry, I should have at least texted you. But I honestly didn’t cuz I was busy keeping this dork alive.” Stan teased, elbowing Ford and making him smile. “So, yeah, that was really scary and that wasn’t fair, but he’s gonna be just fine and we’re both okay and you know that now. Right?”

Mabel held her knees and sunk her face into Ford’s old sweater, only her eyes and the top half of her face visible now, but she wasn’t looking at them. “Yeah… Yeah, okay…”

“Mabel,” Ford said firmly. “Mabel, look at me.” He waited until her eyes were on him, and he smiled softly and said, “We’re okay. I promise, we’re both okay.”

Mabel couldn’t help but return the smile. “Okay… okay…” She sniffed and lifted her head a little, but her chin was still happily buried in red yarn. “So, tell us what happened? Was it the Kraken again?”

Stan grinned at the opportunity for a story, and the kids happily sat and listened.

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Almost fifteen-years-old. Dipper should know better than to run off into the woods after a dangerous anomaly, but he did it anyway. Mabel stayed home to make sure the monster didn’t come back, and was soon reunited with her boys as they arrived, breathing heavily. Dipper was okay for the most part. His arm was hurt and he had a black eye, but he was okay, and their grunkles were only a little scuffed and there was a leaf or two in Ford’s fluffy hair.

Mabel hurried to Dipper, but instead of hugging him like the three guessed she would, she smacked her brother over the head.

“Hey!”

“Mabel!”

“You KNUCKLEHEAD!” Mabel screamed. “Don’t you EVER do that again, you hear?! Don’t you dare! What were you thinking?! You just HAD to go after it! Couldn’t go inside like a normal person!”

“Good to see you too, sis.” Dipper muttered. “I had it under control.”

“I don’t care! What if you never came back…”

Dipper blinked and interrupted her. “Aw, Mabel, that was never gonna happen.”

Mabel bit her lip, held herself, and looked away.

“M-Mabel, I’m really sorry…”

“Here, let’s get you cleaned up first, and then we’ll talk about this, okay?” Stan eased, sensing that they needed a time-out. “C’mon, kid.”

Dipper sighed and followed Stan to the bathroom where they kept the first aid kit, leaving Ford alone with Mabel, who was well prepared to talk to her.

“Mabel, my dear, you have every right to be upset with him…”

“How could he do that?!” Mabel looked up at her uncle. “How could he think for a second it’s okay to just run off like that?!”

Ford chuckled a little to try to lighten the situation. “You know your brother. He has high ambitions and is extremely curious.”

“That doesn’t matter!” Mabel snapped. “It’s still stupid and selfish! I know he needs to do what he loves, but doesn’t he know how much I need him?! How can he just leave me behind?!”

Ford stared at Mabel. Her voice was cracking, her lip was trembling, and something in her eyes was screaming to be heard. Ford thought for a second, then dared to ask, “A-Are you talking about Stanley and I as well?”

Mabel sobbed. She yelled out in pain and collapsed on the bottom step, burning her face in her hands, and sobbed her heart out. Ford was stunned to hear her cry so hard, in so much emotional pain. She didn’t even cry this hard over any nightmares, and he had dealt with a handful of them. Poor Mabel was crying so hard and violently she gagged and retched occasionally, her body torn if she could cry or not but it was out of her control.

Ford got on his knees before her, but did not touch her. It broke his heart to see her so upset. And he and Stan had done this? Whatever it would take to fix it, he would do it. He was reluctant, but if sailing around the world with his brother was causing this much pain for their girl, then they would both agree to dock for good. “M-Mabel…”

“I understand…” Mabel mumbled through her tears and into her palms. “I understand why you had to go… why you both wanna go… b-b-but what if something happens to you?! How many times have you both gotten sick or hurt or nearly killed?! I miss you all the time and I’m always worried I’ll never see or hear from you again!”

“Oh, Mabel, sweetie…” Ford reached out a hand to put on her shoulder, but Mabel threw herself into Ford’s hold and he hugged her back tightly.

“I get it… I understand why you have to go… so WHY do I still feel this way?!” Mabel sobbed, clinging onto his uncle for dear life. “I’m so angry and scared and hurt! But I don’t want you to stop, I want you to sail cuz I know it makes you happy, but I need you to be okay!”

A lot of things clicked in Ford’s brain. Why Mabel always sent packages full of warm clothes. Why she always asked what they ate. Why she always checked on them. Why she was very observant and asked if they were okay if something was slightly off. Why she easily got worried if she didn’t hear from them. And why she always hugged them like she never wanted to let them go.

Ford blinked his stiff eyes a few times and forced himself to keep it together. “I’m so sorry, Mabel. You and your brother are everything to us. I love you two more than anything. If… If sailing causes you this much distress we can…”

“NO! No no no!” Mabel screamed in horror, holding on tighter. “No, please don’t stop cuz of me! I don’t- That doesn’t matter!”

“Mabel Pines,” Ford said firmly and readjusted his hold on her so he could look her straight in the eye. “You matter.”

“I-I know. I know.” Mabel breathed. “But… please don’t stop sailing cuz of me. Please. I don’t want you to stop. But… I want you and Grunkle Stan to be okay. I… I can’t lose you…”

A large lump was in Ford’s throat. He tried to swallow it away, but it didn’t work. He compromised and took advantage of the silence. He cupped Mabel’s right cheek with his left hand and wiped some tears away with his thumb. Mabel covered his hand with hers and turned her face into his palm.

“I understand, my dear. I do. And I’m so sorry. I swear, we won’t stop sailing unless we want to. You have my word. But I also swear to you that Stanley and I won’t let anything happen. We;re too scared of losing each other to let anything happen, believe me.” Mabel moved her eyes to his. “We will always come home. I promise.”

Mabel hugged her uncle again and cried into his shoulder, leaving him to rub her back and pray she would be okay. Ford opened his eyes and caught the sight of his twin at the top of the stairs. He must have heard Mabel’s screams and come to investigate, but decided to stay out of it. But a look from Ford told Stan that Mabel needed him too, so Stan climbed down the stairs, sat behind her, and hugged them both.

#GF #gravity falls #gift #collab #ford and mabel bonding #fanfiction #clownwry #sea grunks #angst #ANGST AND FLUFF

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dxppercxdxver · 2 years ago

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laugh, sick, & wonder for the wip word ask?

let's Go (also this made me realize i need to get some more variety in my word choice jfc)

laugh

"“Sorry, sorry,” Andrés said, although Eloise could tell he was trying to stifle a laugh." - herronimus camping episode

"Margaret couldn’t help but laugh." - herronimus camping episode

"He laughed, quickly slipping a hair tie off his wrist and passing it over." - herronimus camping episode

"“Thanks, I do my best,” Juno laughed." - herronimus camping episode

"Around him, Andrés was trying and failing not to laugh at Lawrence taking a monster-sized bite out of the roasting skewer, and Margaret and Nat were singing their hearts out around the fire while Draven watched on with fondness, and the monster hunt ahead was only a faint blip on the horizon." - herronimus camping episode

"In spite of her present state of mind, Eloise let out a wet laugh, followed by some of the worst phlegmy coughing of her life" - herronimus camping episode

"When Juno laughed, Eloise felt it more than she heard it, noting the way the mattress shook with his quiet exhales." - herronimus camping episode

"Nat laughed, rolling her eyes, still picking her way through the brush." - herronimus camping episode

"It was so surreal that once he’d safely stopped running and found purchase against a nearby moss-furred tree the only thing he could think to do was laugh. Granted, it was a hoarse, vaguely hysterical laugh, but it far surpassed any of the other fight or flight responses jockeying for control in his brain." - herronimus camping episode

"In spite of himself, Juno laughed, muscles straining against bruised ribs." - herronimus camping episode

"The boy, Dipper, laughs slightly, nudging his sister with his toe." - contagion (gravity falls)

"Claire laughs and quickly adjusts one of June’s hands, before signing to the group, It’s good to finally meet you." - suspended animation (herronimus vignette)

"You don’t have to apologize, June laughs." - suspended animation (herronimus vignette)

"Matt laughs easily, taking a deep drag, and, of course, coughing his brains out." - old jaws sequel fic

"Matt laughs bitterly, knocking back the rest of his shitty gas station beer." - old jaws sequel fic

sick

"Draven and Lawrence were fighting again, and Eloise was sick of it." - herronimus camping episode

"You two were about to make me sick." - as yet unnamed jonnymike deathtrap au fic script

wonder

"She wondered if she was the only one who didn’t find it so funny." - herronimus camping episode

"While the others leaned in to grab their backpacks and duffel bags, Margaret hung back, wondering just how many of her perfumes, her dresses, her pieces of armor had been damaged in the transit." - herronimus camping episode

"“Hey, Marg,” he said softly, twisting his fingers together, “I was wondering if—”" - herronimus camping episode

"On the one hand, she wondered what it was they were talking about, but on the other she found she didn’t really want to know." - herronimus camping episode

"She wonders how Bascus ever expects her to find someone in this." - suspended animation (herronimus vignette)

"I do wonder where he got this address, though." - as yet unnamed jonnymike deathtrap au fic script

"No, what I need is a good one-hit wonder, and I have one right here." - as yet unnamed jonnymike deathtrap au fic script

"In the twilight of my receding success, I find myself wondering how things came to such a pass." - as yet unnamed jonnymike deathtrap au fic script

"I wonder if I could’ve put it over here…" - as yet unnamed jonnymike deathtrap au fic script

"Oh, I wonder what’s that like." - as yet unnamed jonnymike deathtrap au fic script

"What with the wonders of modern medicine, we don’t want to risk any Lazarusian resurrections, now do we?" - as yet unnamed jonnymike deathtrap au fic script

"With the introduction of the hammer, I could only envision all too well you bounding off into the woods, leaving me with a fake corpse, a live spouse, and no surefire one-hit wonder thriller to justify the one to the other." - as yet unnamed jonnymike deathtrap au fic script

"“I wonder how that would go over.”" - as yet unnamed jonnymike deathtrap au fic script

"Nureyev wonders why that is." - buddy aurinko’s foster home for wayward bastards (eos 10/penumbra podcast crossover)

waugh holy shit that’s Words

#asks #carvour #radio free junebug #herronimus academy #gravity falls #the mechanisms #mystery science theater 3000 the return #the penumbra podcast #eos 10 #jaws #captain's logbook

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kirishimas-cherrytree · 3 years ago

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hey can I get a bnha matchup? :)

name: leo

pronouns: they/them and he/him

sexuality: bi, but with a strong preference for men so I’d prefer to be matched with one

age: 17

looks: green and brown eyes (not hazel, they go from green on the outside to brown in the inside, I have short brown hair that was styled in an undercut but it’s grown out now, and my height is 5’2”

personality: so i tend to close myself off from people due to past experiences. i come across as rude and indifferent and uncaring. i have a hard time trusting people. however once i do open up i can be really nice. I’m definitely more introverted but when I’m with the right people I can become more extroverted. I tend to get angry and annoyed at people quickly but I can control it very well. I keep my feelings bottled up. I’m very insecure inside and try to cover it up with fake confidence. I’d rather die than be vulnerable or open up to someone. I’d also rather die than have anyone know i still sleep with stuffed animals. I also hate small talk. characters from bnha i relate to: shinso, jiro, tamaki, and bakugo.

interests: reading, listening to music (i love mother mother, cavetown, and mitski), and taking care of my the five plants in my room.

fun fact: i have freckles on my arm that form the dipper constellation. it’s really cool

love language: reviving, it’s works of affirmation and giving it’s touch

thanks :)

I really hope you like this! Its my first try at this different form of match-up!

I would ship you with:

Hitoshi Shinsou

I believe that Hitoshi is a very gentle soul and he will be that way with you, especailly in the beginning. He does his best to ease you in.

Whatever it is that you experienced with others that let you struggle, Shinsou does his best to help you with social situations, even if he is pretty much an introvert.

But he also does not mind you being introverted.

Prefers spending time with you alone just hanging out.

Toshi is also okay with you getting annoyed easily, he will help you to stay calm too if you allow him.

If you struggle with opening yourself up or seeming vulnerable, Shinsou is the man that understands you.

He is not very fond of opening up himself, but with you it is easy for him. So take your time, he will wait and support you.

The first time he catched you sleeping with a stuffed animal in your arms was a total accident. It was during U.A times and he couldn't sleep at night so he walked go your room, hoping you were awake.

He was so blushy. You just looked too adorable in his eyes. There is nothing more in this world that Hitoshi adores more than you.

When you read a book, Toshi lays next to you playing Animal Crossing on his Switch.

Will look at you from time to time, checking if you are doing good.

Late at night, most likely way too late for your taste, Hitoshi was laying next to you, wide awake, eye bags worse than they have been in weeks. Music was softly playing in the background while one of his hands was gently stroking over your arm, drawing imaginary lines between the freckles to see the dipper constellation. Once in a while he would press a kiss right in the middle of them.

He knows he shouldn't keep you awake like this, but he really could not sleep and you would refuse to sleep without him at this point. "....Hitoshi?" He looks up at you, a lazy smile playing on his lips. "I know, I know. Listen, how about you fall asleep before me this once, darling?" Letting out a hum when you started to pout, he gently wrapped an arm around your waist. "C'mon leo. You did good taking care of me, but you need your sleep. I'll be fine. I promise." A sweet kiss was pressed to your forehead. "You did good today, now sleep dove. I will try to do so too". Hitoshi would really try, but no matter if he was able to fall asleep or not, he was happy as long as you were in his arms.

#bnha #bnha x reader #boku no hero academia #mha #bnha matchups #matchups #my hero academia #mha shinsou #hitoshi shinso headcanons #shinsou hitoshi #bnha shinsou #bnha reader

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veryblushyswitch · 4 years ago

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Gravity Falls ~ (tickle fic)

Summary: Ford shows Dipper a special invention he’s been working on. A certain interrogation device. Wrote this for @moose-muffin and forgot it was in my drafts. Hope you enjoy it. 😁💖

Lee: Dipper

Ler: Ford/Invention

“Hey, Grunkle Ford- you wanted to see me?”

Ford turned around from his desk to see Dipper in the doorway standing awkwardly.

“Yes! Come here, Dipper.” Ford motioned for Dipper to come over to him.

Dipper walked up to Ford, excited to see what Ford wanted to see him about.

“So, Dipper, today I have a brand new invention. And I thought who better to test it out then my very own apprentice?”

“Really? I’m gonna test out one of your inventions?! What’s it gonna be?! A portal gun? Ooh! A mind reading device?!” Dipper made hand motions as he spoke.

“Woah woah woah. Slow down there.” Ford knelt down and put a hand on Dipper’s shoulder.

“This invention will be used for interrogation purposes. But don’t worry one bit, it won’t hurt at all. I made sure of that. I’d never want to hurt you.”

“An interrogation device? Okay I’ll bite, what’s it do?”

Ford chuckled and stood up.

“You’ll find that out soon enough.”

“O-Okay?” Dipper got a little nervous.

Ford would never hurt him. He said it himself. But how could you interigate someone without hurting them? Did he mean not hurt him physically or mentally?

Dipper was snapped out of his daze by a literal snap of a belt around his waist. It was made of a flexible medal and was easy to move around in. It also seemed to fit perfectly. Maybe a size adjuster?

“Oh- it’s a belt. Why is it a belt?” Dipper asked examining it.

“All will be revealed in a moment, my boy.” Ford said.

He then pulled a small remote out of his coat pocket.

“This little remote is what controls the belt. Without it, it can’t be switched on or off. Or at least no one else can. I put a secret off button on the belt somewhere in case I ever got stuck in it. You ready, Dipper?”

“I- I think so. It’s not gonna hurt right?”

“Dipper, I already said I’d never hurt you. Now here we go!” Ford said before pushing a button on the remote.

“Grunkle Ford wait!” Dipper said before being interrupted.

He started to feel little vibrations coming from the belt. He couldn’t help it when his hand shot over his mouth in fear of giggles escaping. The vibrations kind of tickled. They weren’t horrible, but as ticklish as Dipper was, it was getting harder and harder to keep cool.

“Ford- whahat’s happening?” Dipper said quickly.

“Isn’t it obvious? I made a tickle belt. As ticklish as you are I thought you would be the perfect candidate.” Ford pushed another button on the remote, amplifying the sensations.

“Nohohoho Gruhuhuhuhunkle Fohohohord!”

Dipper hugged his middle and giggled loudly. His knees were starting to shake as he tried to get the belt off.

“Sorry, Dipper. But only I know how to get the belt off. I have to test out a few more things so don’t stop laughing anytime soon.”

Ford pressed another button and two mechanical arms popped out from the sides of the belt.

Dipper was still giggling loudly and watched as the one arm pulled his legs out from under him while the other caught him and placed him on the ground gently.

Dipper started to roll around the floor when Ford heightened the sensations once more.

“Nohohohahahahaha!”

The two arms then grabbed Dipper’s wrists and pinned them up above his head. Dipper blushed bright red as he became even more vulnerable.

“Perfect. Good to see the arms are working.” Ford smiled at Dipper.

It was nice to see Dipper let loose and laugh for once.

“Okay, Dipper. It’s gonna start to get a little more intense. Your safe word is “red.” Okay?”

Dipper nodded through his giggles and prepared for the worst.

“Good.”

Ford yet again pressed a button and two more arms popped out of the sides of the belt.

Dipper squealed when he saw the other arms. He knew this wasn’t going to end well.

The slowly started to lower towards Dipper’s stomach. Wiggling their mechanical fingers teasingly.

Dipper squirmed as much as he could, air tickles worked way to well on him.

“Interesting.” Ford thought you himself. Taking notes about Dipper as the test went on.

“Nohohoho- AHH! NAHAHAHAHA!”

Dipper laughed as the hands finally touched his stomach. The scribbled all around his navel and occasionally squeezed his sides. That combined with the belts tickish vibrations was almost unbearable.

It was when one of the mechanical fingers dipper into his belly button that he bucked and squealed. The other hand kept squeezing his sides while the other hand stayed in place and started to vibrate.

Dipper kicked his legs and bucked his hips. The longer the tickling went on, the more ticklish Dipper seemed to be.

“Jeez, Dipper. I knew you were ticklish but not this ticklish. Hehe. You’re sister was right, it’s kind of adorable.”

“MAHAHABEL TOHOHOLD YOHOHOU?!”

“Yep. The little goof ball.” Ford giggled at their sibling antics. Reminded him of when him and Stan were their age.

“THAHAHAHT’S NOHOT FAHAHIR! *snort NAHAHAHAT THAHAHAT!”

Dipper’s laughter went up an octave as the mechanical arms moved to his ribs.

They started from the top and moved down, squeezed each rib, drilled between each bone, lightly flustered on the sides of his ribs. It was maddening.

Dipper couldn’t keep up the changing tactics.

Not to mention that the belt was doing a number on his hips as well. The vibrations from before now honed in on his hips with little bursts of ticklish waves.

They were driving Dipper crazy.

Ford pushed the off button to give Dipper a small break. He needed one, they weren’t done yet.

“Ahahahahehe thahanks. Mahan. I haven’t laughed that hard in a while. This thing works almost too well. Okay, let me up.” As Dipper tried to sit up, the arms pinned him down harder.

“Uhhh- Ford?”

“Sorry, Dipper. But we aren’t done yet. I was just giving you a break.”

“Oh boy. Okay fine. Just get it over with.” Dipper shut his eyes and prepared for the worst.

“Alrighty then. Thanks for doing this Dipper.”

“No problem. Now hurry up the anticipation is killing me!”

Ford laughed and pushed a button. Two more hands came out from the belt and placed themselves on Dipper’s knees. Dipper squealed yet nothing had happened yet.

The other sets of hands were still holding his arms above his head and the other two went and started wiggling in the air above his armpits.

This braught Dipper’s giggling back. His armpits were his worst spot!

“Ah yes, I heard about your little encounter with Bill when he possessed you. Defeating him with armpit tickles, huh? That must mean this is your worst spot?”

“Yehehes it ihis.” Dipper blushed even harder. Ford was teasing him. His idol, was teasing him while he was being rescued to a blushy giggly mess.

“The teheasing mahahakes ihit WOHOHOHORSE!”

Dipper went insane.

Hands scribbled under his arms and squeezed his knees. They even flutered on the back side of each knee.

Dipper snorted, squealed, and laughed up a storm.

“FOHOHAHAHA NAHAHAHAHA!”

It got even worse when the belt started to vibrate yet again against his torso. Sending ticklish waves all the way from his stomach to his feet.

It was after a few minutes that Dipper yelled red through his laughter.

The arms retreated and the vibrating stopped. The belt unlatched and layed on the floor.

Dipper curled into a ball. Still giggling as the phantom tickles faded.

He finally stood up and wiped away a tear.

“Jehez. That was intense. I don’t know what you could tell on the watching end but it worked perfectly.”

Ford picked up the belt and set it on the desk before patting Dipper on the head.

“Yeah I could tell. Hope I didn’t go overboard.”

“Don’t worry, you stopped when I asked so I’m fine. Maybe I should do it to you next time so you can get a hands on experience.” Dipper said sarcastically.

“Haha. You keep your hopes up. Don’t forget I know your weakness now.”

Ford poked Dipper’s side and smirked when he flinched and giggled.

“Okahay. Okay. No more I’ve had enough for today.” Dipper giggled.

“I agree.” Ford knelt down and faced Dipper.

“Thanks for your help, Dipper. I’m happy to call you my apprentice.”

Dipper teared up and couldn’t help himself when he grabbed Ford into a huge hug.

Ford was taken a back for a second before he hugged back even tighter.

“No problem, Grunkle Ford. I’ll always help you.”

“Glad to hear that. Now let’s go get something to eat. I can practically see your ribs with how little you eat sometimes.”

Ford punctuated his sentence with some pokes to Dipper’s ribs.

“Ahh! Okahahay! IhIhI thohohought I had enohohough!” Dipper squealed and kicked his legs.

“Okay fine.”

He let him go and couldn’t help but smile at the adorable face Dipper was making.

He was still blushing a little and smiling from ear to ear.

“You’re still blushing a little.” Ford said.

“Shuhut up.” Dipper smiled and shoved at Ford.

#tickle fic #gravity falls #gravity falls tickle #gravity falls tickle fic #dipper #lee dipper #ticklish dipper #ford #grunkle ford #ler ford #ler grunkle ford #cartoon #cartoon tickle #cartoon tickle fic #animated

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goldenchan-fx2thepeacock · 4 years ago

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Don’t Go Running Off Into Danger, Even If I Do pt 4

Aight bitches, this’ll be the first chapter when the title starts to make sense. Dipper and Mabel are complete idiots and manage to get lost in the Ghost Zone trying to find Danny, who knows the place. Also, Tucker and Sam. I’m contemplating making one of them nonbinary, prolly Tucker. Yup. And Sam may or may not have she/they pronouns. I think that’s all. Enjoy my chaos.

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Chapter 4

Danny did not sleep. Skulker, Ember, Johnny and Kitty decided it would be a great idea to wreck havoc. Ghosts do need order. They said that they only did it because they have no leader. Danny suspected Clockwork was behind it, but he was too tired to string together much of a coherent thought. So, goodbye sleep schedule! He’d sleep in Lancer’s class. What was one more detention?

He greeted Sam and Tucker at the doors. The Pines Twins also showed up. “Danny, did you get a new girlfriend while we were away?” Sam joked. “Shutup. I’m not in the mood,” Danny grumbled. “Oh, it’s cranky pants!” Tucker laughed. They seemed to think his fucked up sleep schedule was a joke. “Don’t blame me, blame Skulker and Johnny,” “Those two usually have Kitty and Ember with them,” Sam said. She had a point. “Yeah, yeah. You know the gyst. Anyways, this is Mason and Mabel,” He gestured to the twins. “They accidentally caught me transforming. Also, we have to make a trip to the Ghost Zone,” “Call me Dipper!” “Once again, I’m not using your stupid nickname,” “Come on Danny, don’t be a dick,” Sam laughed. “Bold of you to assume I can be one,” Danny snorted. Tucker slung his arms over the other two. “Only you get to make trans jokes. And maybe not in earshot of Dash,” They pointed at the quarterback. “Eh. I’m the heir to the Ghost Throne. What can he do?” “You’re the what now?” Sam and Tucker yelled in unison. “Clockwork told me yesterday. Also, they’re immune to Time Outs,” “How is that possible?” Sam was confused. Danny didn’t blame them. “We had a run in with Bill Cipher,” Mabel said confidently. “Sounds boring. Why would the guy with powers be called Bill?” “You’re just salty because you got called InvisoBill,” Tucker comforted him. “I have half a mind to reveal myself to the entire school,” “Bill was extremely dangerous,” “Danger dorito!” Mabel chimed in. “You are not helping me take this seriously. Tucker, get off,” Danny shoved Tucker off. They were elbowing him in the ribs. “Oh come on, you know you like it. Mwah!” Tucker kissed Danny’s cheek. Danny became a tomato. “Hey! Not in front of the entire school!” He was completely gone. He’d been dating Tucker for about a month now. “You guys are dating?” Mabel looked heartbroken. What the fuck? “Uhh, yeah. Tucker’s into guys and I’m bi. But we’d prefer not to announce it to the entire school,” “You know what you should announce to the entire school? That you’re Danny Phantom. Only if you take the crown though,” Sam said. “I’m doing it. Jazz said it would be a good idea,” “We’ll need cover then. Dipper, Mabel, you get to guard the portal!” Sam said way too enthusiastically. “They’re new! They know nothing about it!” Danny protested. “Well, if it’s anything like Great Uncle Ford’s portal, we can handle it,” Mabel said. “That shut down the moment he walked out Mabel,” “My parents’ Ghost Portal has been going strong for two years!” Danny said. “And caused all of the madness in Amity. Never mind half killing you,” Sam said. “That was entirely your fault,” Danny replied. “I concede to that point,” Sam accepted her fate. “Good. Now, are you guys sure you can handle this?” Danny was skeptical. “Yup!” Mason and Mabel said.

Sleeping in Lancer’s class was a one way ticket to detention. But what did that matter? At lunch, he ran up to the stage in the caf and transformed in front of the entire school. “FENTON IS PHANTOM?” “HOW IS THIS POSSIBLE!?” “I’VE BEEN CRUSHING ON NERD BOY?” Ah, Paulina. “Anywho, now that you’re all done panicking, yeah, it’s true. Tell whoever the fuck you want. I’m tired of lies and secrets. Also, I’m trans!” He flew off. He had to deal with a ghost. Val caught up with him before long. “Are you a complete idiot?!” “Yup. But hey, who gives a fuck. Wes might get a kick out of it,” “You’re going to get yourself killed!” “Been there done that Val,” “Why?!” “Turns out I’m the heir to the Ghost Throne. Who the fuck is gonna mess with the all powerful Ghost King?” “You aren’t yet!” “I will be by the time school is over. Clockwork told me he’d help me out if I needed it,” The GAV came up under him. “DANIEL FENTON! GET DOWN HERE THIS INSTANT!” His mom yelled. “Nah, I’m good. You know, I’m surprised you didn’t notice your own son DIED,” “Danny, don’t be like that,” “Don’t be like what Dad? Don’t be dead? Don’t protect Amity from ghosts? Oh! I’ll do you one better, don’t panic when you scream that you’ll rip me apart molecule by molecule? Now if you don’t mind, I didn’t sleep last night and the Box Ghost is back,” He rushed into the fight before they could see the tears. “Danny!” He heard his mother howl in anguish. “Hey bub. Fought you yesterday. I’m seriously not in the mood for a fight, so get in the fucking thermos!” He held out the thermos. “BEWARE!” “SHUT UP!” He yelled and became invisible. “Danny, we know you’re there,” Mom said. “SO?! You know, I kinda hoped you would notice, but only Wes was smart enough to notice. I spent two years hiding. Now, I’ve got a Crown of Fire I need to take,” He sped off. There wasn’t gonna be more hiding. “Wait, like Pariah Dark? Danny, that will corrupt your mind!” “Like being a half ghost has done? Oh, and just FYI, Vlad is half ghost too. Remember Plasmius? Vlad. Have fun!” He sped off for real this time. “Vladdie’s a ghost?” Dad looked baffled. Danny sped past the school and grabbed the group. “Was that really the best way to go about that?” Sam said. “You’re going to be all over the news!” Tucker screamed. “Meh. I was already. At least I’m not public enemy one anymore!” He dropped the Twins and sped into the portal. Sam and Tucker had put on the Fenton Phones already. “Wes is having a field day,” Sam panted. “Figured he would. Let’s go in,” They walked into Pariah’s Keep.“CLOCKWORK!” “Ah, I see you made the desicion to come,” “Yup. Does there need to be a ceremony or something? Cause I just announced my identity to the entire school,” “Like a fucking dumbass,” Tucker muttered. “Bold of you to assume I could be anything but,” “Sorry Tuck, Danny’s right,” “Yay! I can be right for once! Take that Jazz!” “About your dumbassery,” Tucker groaned. “Semantics. Let’s do this,” “You just need to place the crown atop your head, then place the ring on your hand. Right hand, ring finger,” “Does it have to be just like that?” “Bad things happen if you do it any other way,” “Okay,” He sighed and did as told. He shivered as the crown became ice and a black billowing cape came off his shoulders. “Weird,” “Dude, you’re the Ghost King!” Tucker screamed. “Ahh! Advanced hearing! Where’d that come from?” Danny covered his ears. “When you become king, all of your existing abilities become amplified and you gain new ones,” “Oh yay. More powers to master,” “Okay, this is great and all, but what does he do now?” Sam said. “My ears,” Danny cried. “Sorry,” She whispered. “Your eyesight will also be advanced. You won’t notice it much here, but in the human world, it will become obvious,” “And painful to adjust to,” Danny muttered. “Brrr. Danny, it’s freezing,” Tucker shivered. “If I was bad at controlling that before, you think I can now?” “Sorry dude. Let’s head back,” “I need to tell the people my first rule real quick,” “What’s that?” “Don’t wreak havoc in the human world. They can still go, but don’t do anything that endangers the humans,” “Huh. Good plan,” Sam shivered. “You sure you can’t control that?” “I’m doing what I normally do to fix it times 10!” “So it could be colder?” Tucker shivered. “Go home and get jackets,” Danny sighed. He pointed and a portal opened. “The fuck?!” “Congrats dude, you can make portals!” Tucker clapped. “At least we won’t have to use the Fenton one anymore,” Sam shivered into her shirt. Danny concentrated and made portals directly into their houses. He grinned.

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Dipper and Mabel heard footsteps coming into the basement and had no place to hide, so they jumped into the portal. The place was terrifying. “Mabel, this is freaky,” Dipper shivered. It was oddly cold. “You think Grunkle Ford felt this way when he travelled through dimensions?” “Not that he told me,” They both shivered. A strange vehicle came rushing past. “Was it always this cold in here Mads?” Jack Fenton said. “Not that I remember,” She shivered. The temperature fluctuated randomly. “He’s in here somewhere!” Jack exclaimed and sped off. “That’s Danny’s parents! We gotta find him!” They followed the strange machine.

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Sam and Tucker took five minutes to get jackets. He’d managed to grab Jazz in the mean time. “Hoodie. I’m not wearing the stupid jumpsuit with this cape,” “Since when do you have a fashion sense?” Sam laughed. “Since never. I just like the hoodie more,” He pulled the hood up. The temperature went up. “Hey! That’s neat,” It went down again. “Heh,” “Don’t get excited until you figure this out better,” Tucker groaned. “Deal,” He laughed nervously. “Okay, how do I get them all to come here? I’m not the greatest at this,” “Just yell announcement. That usually makes them teleport directly here,” Clockwork said. Danny obliged. His voice was really loud. “I guess that’s another one to add to the list,” He chuckled. All the ghosts in the Zone teleported to his feet. They grumbled. “Uh, hi guys. I’m not very good at this royalty thing, so I’m only gonna really give you one new rule. I’ll get rid of all the stupid rules later. Just, uh, don’t wreak havoc in the human world. Don’t endanger humans. Like, you can still go, but avoid being dangerous,” “King Phantom, are you sure that’s the best plan? You are going to enforce rules that protect us from the humans too, aren’t you?” Dora’s voice rang through. “Oh shit. The whole guys in white incident a while back. Yeah, I’ll come up with something,” He rubbed his temples. “Also, can I get some help learning how to make it less freezing all the time?” “Of course Great One. The people of the Far Frozen would love to help,” Frostbite said. “Thanks Frostbite?” He grinned. At least until he saw the Spectre Speeder pull up. Fuck. “Look at all these ghosts! I’ve gotta catch a few!” His dad yelled. The ghosts looked terrified. “Hey! You aren’t going to do that! HOW DARE YOU?!” Danny sped down to the Speeder. “Danny, I can’t believe you aren’t trying to capture these ghosts for science!” Jack said. The world became very, very cold. “These are sentient people that you just decided to barge in on! You’re always like this! And it’s my job to protect them just as much as I protected you! GET OUT OF THE ZONE NOW!” He screamed. “Danny, calm down. We just want to help you,” “No you don’t. I won’t let you endanger ghosts for ‘science’. It’s cruel and wrong. Would you do that to a human?” “Of course not. But ghosts aren’t sentient. Their emotions aren’t real. Just displays put on to convince you that they have them,” “HOW. DARE. YOU! You have no right to barge in here and threaten these people. Some of them may have harmed you, but the way you act like they’re nothing, like they aren’t standing here right now, is horrible. This is Frostbite,” He grabbed Frostbite. “ He leads a stable society in the Far Frozen. He’s never left the Ghost Zone and never once harmed me. You know what the first thing he did when he met me? He gave me a hug. And you would torture him just for being a ghost. You think you know everything, but you know NOTHING! LEAVE NOW!” “Danny, is this really how you feel?” Maddie looked sad. “Get. Out. I’m destroying the portal on your way out. If I EVER find you back here, I will not hesitate to cause harm,” “The crown’s already begun to corrupt you!” Jack protested. “No, my views haven’t changed. You hurt ghosts. You hurt me! I’m trying my hardest all the time all you care about is your beliefs,” “They’re true!” “No, most of them aren’t. You don’t even bother talking to a ghost. Ghost have feelings, feel pain, have a society. Maybe it’s different than what you’re used to, but that doesn’t invalidate it,” Danny sighed again. “Just leave,” He turned around and flew back up to the chunk of land. “Danny...” “DIDN’T HEAR ME?! LEAVE!” He whipped around and yelled.

Sam, Tucker and Jazz followed him into the castle. He stared at Pariah’s sarcophagus. “Danny, I know that was difficult, but you were right to do it,” Jazz put her hands on his shoulders. He must’ve been freezing. “They really don’t listen. I have no clue what I’m doing, but I do know that the ghosts have a right to my protection,” He heard screaming. “You know what’s weird? If I close my eyes tight enough, I can see all over the Zone. And I think the Twins got lost in here,” “Let’s go get them,”

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The Fentons came rushing past again. They didn’t seem to have Danny though. “I can’t believe he’s protecting ghosts!” Maddie sobbed. “He’s gonna destroy our life’s work!” “I know,” All of a sudden, Danny appeared before them. “Hey guys. Get lost?” He smiled. The crown floating above his head serving as a daunting reminder. “Yeah, we were trying to find you to warn you about your parents,” “I dealt with them,” The temperature fluctuated again. “Sorry, my hands are cold. But you need to get home,” He opened a portal and they flew threw it. He teleported away.

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He went down to the basement and destroyed the portal. His parents looked mortified. “Finally. I won’t be constantly reminded how I died,” He sighed. Maddie and Jack said nothing. “Humph,” He teleported away and made a portal back to the Zone.

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Aight. That do be a chapter bitches. I’ll make a tag for it now. Just the acrynom, but meh.

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asterkiss · 4 years ago

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If your still doing those writing prompts, how about 98: "hold me back!" With Mabill.

Dang, this thing gave me a block for a good few days but I defeated it! (Also, prompts are always welcome. Seriously. Love them.)

- UNRESTRAINED

‘If I ever lose control Shooting Star, I need you to hold me back.’

Mable was caught off guard by the sudden request out of the blue, peering aside at her companion as they both sat upon the sofa. The television continued to play its soppy romance drama, something he was only watching because he’d lost a bet against her earlier that week.

It had been a pleasant evening, a calm one without any hi-jinks or adventure, so the demon’s sudden statement had her feeling lost.

‘What do you mean?’

Bill looked down, gaze landing on his hand as he held it in front of him. ‘This human vessel is already stretched to its limit confining me, if I were to use my abilities beyond even a little it would crumple beneath the weight of my powers.’

Mabel frowned. ‘I thought you said that if you leave your human form the time anomaly crew will be able to sense you right away.’ It was the entire reason he’d forced his soul into this form, hiding out of sight from the organisation led by Time Baby that was currently hunting him down.

‘Indeed.’

A heavy tension had creeped in and now weighed over their conversation, effectively putting a damper on their “date night” so to speak.

‘...Then, I guess I’ll just have to be with you all the time and make sure you don’t throw a tantrum,’ she chided, trying to lighten the atmosphere with a grin.

The blond shot her a look with what could almost be considered a pout across his face. ‘I don’t throw tantrums.’

‘Then what would you call this morning when Dipper beat you in a board game and you poured milk on him?’

‘Hilarious.’

She snorted.

‘Aha, you laughed! You can’t reprimand me for that now.’

Rolling her eyes, Mable pressed her lips to his cheek in a quick kiss before snuggling up against her demon boyfriend. ‘You’re awful.’

‘And yet you continue to date me.’

‘Everyone knows I have bad taste when it comes to guys.’

‘Well I guess it’s up to you to rein me in then and rehabilitate me.’

‘Challenge accepted.’

Dipper rolled onto his back as he spat blood from his mouth, body screaming in violent pain against the multiple injuries afflicting his body. He stared listlessly up ahead into a dark grey void as heavy smoke obscured any sight of the sky.

The distant sounds of screams and shouts filled the air as the town of Gravity Fall burned to the ground in ablaze.

He wasn’t sure how long he lay there but his body had gone numb by the time someone fell to their knees beside him, voice coming into focus. ‘…per? ...ipper?’

‘Dipper!!’

The boy jolted at the abrupt yell, distant gaze meandering slightly to land on―

‘Wendy…?’

The redhead gave him an alarmed look as her eyes ran over his body and she pulled out a cell phone. ‘Okay, look, just hold on alright? My dad’s coming, we’ll get someone to look at you―’

‘It’s no use.’

The older girl faltered at his deadpan response, eyeing him with growing concern. Not only the blood, but his demeanor as well. ‘Dipper?’ He looked defeated, gaze staring deadly ahead. She forced a shaky smile onto her face, running a hand through his hair. ‘Hey, it’ll be alright. Wouldn’t be the first time some big fight’s happened in Gravity Falls.’

Last she’d seen, some giant ass baby had arrived demanding Bill hand himself over or otherwise the town would be destroyed. So, just the usual.

‘Plus this time we have Bill on our side―‘

‘Mable’s gone.’

…

...

‘…What?’

Dipper blinked rapidly in succession as fresh tears welled in his eyes. Huh, he’d figured he was too dehydrated for anymore.

‘Mable’s dead.’

Wendy’s entire face dropped, the life leaving her body in one fell swoop as she tried to piece together the meaning of his words.

Another explosion sounded, and when Wendy turned her head to look out across the town her eyes caught sight of a flash of gold and it suddenly all clicked into place.

Mable was gone.

And it wasn’t some newfound enemy destroying their town ― it was Bill.

The one person who could have held him back was no longer here.

They really were done for this time, huh?

‘See you soon, Mable.’

#viri v imagination #asks #drabble #mabill

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ladylynse · 4 years ago

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12. What WIPs do you have going now? Are you excited about them? I MUST KNOW.

Thanks for this! This got long despite me trying to keep it short by only commenting on a few WIPs, so I’ll throw it under a cut anyway.

I’m really trying to focus on finishing up one of my ongoing WIPs being posted off tumblr instead of starting ten million more, I will admit. So, I’m just going to focus on the ones I’ve actually worked on and made some actual progress on (as opposed to only a few paragraphs) since the new year. Naturally, this includes the seven I’m posting off site, which you probably know but I’m listing again because it’s been a while for some of them and you may not. I’ll hold off on commenting about them unless you’re curious about any specific ones (but trust me, I would happily comment; give me any excuse to talk about my stories and I will gladly take it), since you’re more likely to already know about them. These are:

ADJL - Unbound: Jake bears the Mark of the Huntsclan. His destiny is to destroy dragons. What's he supposed to do when he realizes he is one? Huntsclan!Jake AU

DP - Revision: Maddie can’t deny it any longer. If ectoplasm can become blood, there’s more to this story than she ever realized.

DP - Protocol: The world has changed since the Merge. Ghosts--threats--are everywhere, the Guys in White are in control, and trust is a risk when friends can so easily become foes. Dystopian AU (courtesy of competent, world-merging GiW)

DP - Passageway: The Fenton Ghost Portal in the basement lab is empty, broken. Instead, the portal is inside Danny--and even when he knows something's coming, he can’t stop it.

DP - The Trouble with Ghosts: Lancer hadn’t realized how closely young Mr. Fenton’s school troubles-–and the secrets he surely wasn’t telling his parents–-were tied to ghosts until after that encounter with Phantom.

DP/GF - Forewarning: All Dipper knew was that there was something buried in some special thermos behind the shack; all Danny knew was that he had no idea how he'd gotten here.

OtGW/DP/GF/Trollhunters - Down the Rabbit Hole: Wirt had heard a lot of stories about college, but somehow, he still wasn’t prepared for one of his roommate’s crazy friends to smuggle a hatchet into their dorm room.

Another fic I’ve worked on is a continuation of Compromised: (DP) Harriet Cane is trying to get something on Vladimir Masters—photos, dirt, anything—but she’s getting nowhere…until she overhears a private conversation and discovers far more than she bargained for. This one picks up the night the one-shot leaves off, with poor Harriet finding herself in the company of the only person in Amity Park (to her knowledge) who knows the truth about the city’s mayor and his ghostly connections. (On one hand, it feels wrong to lean on a teenager for protection. On the other hand, Danny Fenton clearly knows a lot more about all of this than she does--and even more than his parents do.) I know most people probably aren’t terribly interested in a story centring around an OC, but hey, the appeal of outsider!POV was too strong not to do this one, and it keeps drawing me back to it. It’s fun. Danny isn’t used to dealing with observant people.

Another one of the fics I’ve worked on is a DP/ML crossover I’ve posted odd scenes of on tumblr but that I have fairly planned out on paper. I’ve been trying not to focus too much on this because I know it’s going to be a longer fic, and I’m afraid to start another long fic when I’ve got so many WIPs on the go. It’s been years. It’s silly. I should just start posting it and then I can justify working on it for longer periods of time. It’s not like I don’t know what’s going to happen. I do. And I’m excited for it. I am very excited for it! I finally went to one of my online friends and went “I know you're only tangentially familiar with these fandoms but since you’re not gonna be reading this fic anyway, HEAR ME OUT” and spilled the plot twist to them because I was really proud of it. I’ve had some people guess, but even those who are right aren’t entirely right, which is delightful. (I love red herrings and just general misdirection.)

Now. The other one I’ve worked on--just last week, actually--is a fic I haven’t talked much about on tumblr. I’ve mentioned it, but I’ve only posted a tiny piece of it aside from the odd sentence here and there, and that was years back. It’s a collab fic, so I’m not in it alone, and we’re both not the best at working on it so progress is slow, but we’ve got a plan. And eight chapters already organized and split up and more than dozen scenes besides that. (I am not about to let this fic die; I will finish it by myself if I have to. I have invested too much not to.) It’s a Secret Trio fic, tentatively called Fractured. There are some things I deliberately avoided touching on in Whirlwind solely because we’re playing off that particular connection in this fic. Unlike Whirlwind, though, it’s not set in NYC--it’ll be split across Amity Park and Norrisville. (Also, while we might throw in the odd reference to another show--ML included; my fellow writer wrote one in just for me before they’d even seen an episode--it really is just a ST fic, not a SQ fic.) The part I haven’t yet admitted but will now? This is the ‘real’ sequel to Mirrored. (You might’ve seen me say at some point Whirlwind isn’t the real or the official sequel, and this is why.) Which means I am downright delighted when people read that fic and say they’d still be interested in something else, because it gives me an excuse to go back and work on this without feeling guilty about ignoring the WIPs I’m actually posting. But it’s got some worldbuilding in addition to the weaving together of the crossover, with copious amounts of plot and--naturally--misunderstandings, and it has some fun moments (and I don’t just mean fun for me and harrowing for the reader, though there will definitely be that, too; my collab writer is much better at writing humour than I am, and it shows).

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