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[mamiobesssionfics]

A Bottle of Wine

Rhea Ripley x Reader

Summary: After a successful fight, Rhea invited you over for some wine and talk. Something you often did. But this time, it was different.

Rhea and you had been friends for years, but tonight felt different. 

As you sat out in her garden under the starlit sky, there was a tension in the air that neither of you could ignore. 

The soft breeze played with your hair as you looked into each other's eyes.

The unspoken desire grows with each passing moment.

The bottle of wine is more than halfway gone, the glass from your hand on the floor by your feet.

Silence fell between the two of you as you moved closer to her on the bench.

It was the sign she needed.

Without a word, Rhea leaned in closer, her lips tantalizingly close to yours.

You could feel the heat radiating off her skin, matching the fire burning within you. 

And then, in a sudden rush of adrenaline and longing, your lips met in a searing kiss.

Time stood still as you melted into each other, the world fading away until it was just the two of you.

Lost in the heat of the moment. 

Your bodies pressed together, fingers tangled in each other's hair, as the passion between you ignited like wildfire.

It was a moment of pure ease, of letting go of everything else and giving in to the overwhelming desire you had both been feeling for so long. 

And when finally pulled away, breathless and flushed, you shared a knowing smile that spoke volumes more than words ever could.

In that moment, Rhea and you discovered a new dimension to your relationship, one fueled by passion and connection, and it was a moment you would treasure forever.

It was the night which changed everything.

[mimomentomori]

Thoughts/Theories for Arcane Season 2 Act 2: Jayvik centered

Potential spoilers so read under the cut if you've watched Act 1!

To recap, at the end of Act 1 we see Jayce, Heimer and Ekko all get messed around with by the Wild Rune, causing anything linked to the Arcane to glitch out and malfunction. Based on the visuals and what we know about the characters it's likely those three will be scattered across time and space to different degrees;

Ekko will be gone long enough to be considered dead by the Firelights but return with his time powers to deal with the final confrontation with Noxus.

Heimer may be tossed back in time to confront his past trauma and be key in getting he and Ekko back to their correct time.

Jayce... He's gonna have the hardest time. He attacked the Wild Rune with the hammer which caused a massive reaction, so as a result he may be the one separated and lost in the Arcane dimension the longest. Based on the new Arcane Survivor Skin preview and the sneak peaks we got in both the newest teaser for Act 2, he'll most likely be stuck in this dimension for an undetermined amount of time, enough that it will affect his hammer directly and fuse the arcane shard in his cuff to his skin. The question is, how does he get out?

I think Viktor will be the key to his escape. Viktor, as we saw in his last scene in Act 1, is now inherently connected to the Arcane and by extension the Void given that he was fused with the Shimmer-tainted Hexcore. His continued use of the Arcane to heal his new followers will continue to destabilise the barrier between the realm of the Arcane and the material plane, but it could also potentially save Jayce.

If we're sticking with the Jesus/religious leader angle, Viktor was already shown to be having visions since he first coughed blood down into the matrix leading to the Hexcore's creation. After being fused with the Hexcore and by extension granted direct connection to the Arcane, he's been shown to be guided by 'Sky,' or at least a memory/fraction of her that now currently exists within the Hexcore and the Arcane.

My theory is, the more he settles into his new role and newfound connection to the Arcane, I think he'll start having visions of Jayce in the Arcane dimension and endeavour to get him out. While 'affection kept them together,' I think it's more than that now. They built hextech and the gates together, and with Jayce now directly affected and trapped by the Arcane they have a mystic connection to each other through the Hexcore. Despite their abrupt and bitter parting, I think seeing the main object of his affection trapped in such a state and clearly not yet fused to it like Sky is, he'll extend his power to get Jayce out.

Inevitably, this would lead to a potential clash/confrontation over both men's involvement of destabilising the Arcane in Zaun and Piltover... But I think in the end they will always do what they feel is right to save eachother.

I also want to add real quick that Ekko's criticism of how the Hexgates were built to send all runoff and potential fall out to the Undercity is valid and a gross oversight on Jayce's part, Viktor being from the Underground would have had to have a say in its design too so he will have possibly overlooked or felt confident this detail would be unlikely as well. Jayce and Viktor were partners on the project despite Jayce being the face of it; i.e. they're both responsible for what happened with the corruption and the Wild Rune.

With time being a key theme being shown in both the opening credits and how Ekko operates, it's looking like the theory that Viktor is the mage that saves young Jayve and Zimmena may be more likely than we think. But at the same time, even though we see in Viktor's new poster that he is able to thrive for some time, the plants that they experimented in did eventually wither and this may be a problem for Viktor as the next two acts progress.

Whether this means Viktor accepts or defies this rot to be in line with League Lore... I'm putting my faith in the writers on that one.

Let me know your thoughts!

[fazfuri]

Hi there! I just wanted to pop in and say that the universe you've created is incredible! I've fallen into the rabbit hole that is your lore and made myself right at home lol. Though I was wondering how Deity Bill might react to a Ford that's traveling the multiverse and changing things. I go more in detail about this Ford and what exactly he does on my GF blog, and I'll leave a link to the lore post below! I don't remember if I sent in a similar ask to you before so sorry if I did!

https://www.tumblr.com/nowimjustastranger/765267891965870080/somebody-to-call-my-own-lore-part-1?source=share

As heroic as this Ford sounds, Deity Bill would probably be pissed when an outsider from a different dimension tries to interfere with any timelines of other dimensions, despite their intentions being good or bad. Basically, he's like Miguel O'Hara. He is a guardian so he ensures that no dimension is touched, especially himself where he doesn't actively interact or interfere to alter timelines drastically (not unless he does 6 months of paperwork with Timebaby so he can have reigns over a dimension with them, that's how he's officially able to become his earth's muse). The thought that a human of all beings gets these kinds of abilities that are beyond their capabilities is unsafe and probably risky— according to Deity.

However, he's empathetic in a sense, but he firmly stands by his rule no matter what.

[gothamite-rambler]

Dimensional Crossroads: Martha (Batfamily Chronicles Series)

Context: Portals from a mysterious source have been opening up around the world. Recently, Jason made the mistake of falling through one, along with a version of himself that didn’t die horribly. But it doesn’t stop there. In another dimension, Martha Wayne survived the robbery, while her husband and son fell victim to the mugger. In her world, her Robins are called Doves—comprised of Kate Kane, Beth Kane, Barbara Gordon, and Stephanie Brown. Martha has been through a lot: dealing with creepy stalkers, facing a Joker-like Selina Kyle, and burying her grief. Now, she and Bruce are about to be surprised to see each other, even if they aren’t their versions.

Batwoman, aka Martha Wayne, landed effortlessly from the portal above, her feet touching down silently. She smiled, feeling satisfied with her graceful entrance.

Batwoman!Martha (age unknown): I still got it.

She surveyed her unfamiliar surroundings, taken aback by the array of heroes and villains that surrounded her, but she steeled her focus.

Batwoman!Martha: Hm, Giovanni mentioned I’d land in places different from my own. But this place is really something… a gender-swapped version of my world?

She groaned after using that word, realizing it was a term Barbara had recently become obsessed with as she delved into fan culture. Barbara had been sharing all sorts of things with her, and "gender swap" popped up frequently in those discussions.

Batwoman!Martha: I’ve been around Barbara for too long if I’m referencing her.

With a sigh, Batwoman retrieved a device given to her by her version of Oracle, designed for navigating these dimensions. It blinked with data about her new environment.

Batwoman!Martha (fascinated): Huh, I was somewhat right. This place has a… Batman? Where is he? I hope he’s not my husband, driven mad by some dark fate… I can’t deal with that again.

As she hummed to herself, Batwoman wandered through the chaos until she spotted a man in a blue-and-black spandex suit and a young blonde woman in a purple spandex outfit. She then stepped forward to the figure of Batman, who was assessing the pandemonium before him. She tapped his shoulder gently.

Batman turned around and saw the strange woman in a batsuit that closely resembled his own.

Batwoman!Martha: Oh my... God.

Martha instinctively covered her mouth in shock. Behind the cowl and suit, she recognized him—her Bruce, now all grown up.

Batwoman!Martha (whispering): You’re here and… alive?

Batman (monotone): I’m assuming I died in your dimension. Are you my cousin, Kate? If so, I hope you’re not as aggravating. And please, don’t be a stalker.

Martha sniffled as her tough exterior began to crumble, and she pulled him into a warm embrace. Nightwing and Spoiler exchanged shocked glances, concern etched on their faces. Batman, on the other hand, was bewildered by the sudden hug.

Batman: Ma’am, whoever you are, let go.

Spoiler (shouting): Yeah, he’s not a hugger!

Batman (annoyed): Spoiler!

Spoiler (shrugging): You’re not!

Martha’s eyes widened in realization, and she quickly pulled away, embarrassed by how she must have looked to these strangers... with the exception of Bruce.

Batwoman!Martha: Oh dear, sorry! I’m making assumptions, young man.

Batman (in his 40s): Young man?

Nightwing: Ha, he's old as hell!

Batman groaned, covering his eyes in annoyance. Batwoman, still in shock, could only smile at the potential adult version of her son. She had so many questions but knew she couldn't reveal them in a public area where people were running around in a frenzy.

Batwoman!Martha: I mean, uh… adult man. You are an adult man! Tax filing age. Nice suit, very well made. It’s loud here. How about you and I—just us—head to your Batcave to discuss all this?

Batman (suspicious): Um, sure, but in a few minutes. I need to handle this situation first before it escalates.

Batwoman!Martha: Oh, right! I almost forgot the intensity of what we’re facing. I admire your focus on the task at hand. Mind if I lend a hand?

Batman (confused): Sure. If you’re a version of me, I assume you’re a hero.

Batwoman!Martha (pulling out a sleek red and black gun): All right! Let me get my proper weapon—Batgun. Who should I aim for?

Batman swiped the gun from her grasp, walking away while gesturing for Martha to follow.

Batman: I don’t know what the rules are in your dimension, but here, I don’t use guns and I don’t kill. I hope you can respect that while you’re here.

Batwoman!Martha: Oh, of course... of course.

Batwoman!Martha (in her head): Poor Brucie must have been traumatized after losing… me. Is Thomas alive? I’ll ask about him later. For now, I can fight alongside my son!

Batwoman!Martha (speaking out loud): Lead the way, sonny, and we can catch up afterward.

Batman (finding her odd): Honestly, you’re very strange to me right now and I'm not sure what catching up means in this context.

Batwoman!Martha: Oh, don’t worry! You’ll understand at the Batcave.

Batman rolled his eyes, still unaware of the true identity of this version of Batwoman. All he wanted was to resolve the chaos of the night.

To be continued...

[nowimjustastranger]

I absolutely love your stcmo!Ford AU but I've been dying to know, does he really have no sympathy for any other Ford?

Like, the Domesticated!Ford AU, where he's Bill's pet and essentially brainwashed into being obedient. His Stanley doesn't seem to be in immediate danger, but I know it's not good for his mental health to see his brother like this.

And on the other spectrum, how does he feel about Megalomaniac!Ford? One who doesn't care he imploded his own dimension and doesn't even care he lost his Stanley. I can imagine it's on site.

Again, I'm not sure where the line is in terms of AU boundaries so I'll try to keep 419"3 Ford's involvement to a minimum. And if the creators of these AU's happen to read this, know that I adore the worlds you've built and the lore you've written (I'm following both creators)! Whatever is written is strictly what Ford feels/believes!

Domesticated Ford AU @jellyskink

Ford would be low-key hitting his head against a wall, trying to psych himself up before entering that dimension. Like, major ptsd with this particular situation, he would not cope well knowing he's in a dimension where Bill has successfully reduced one of his counterparts to a pet. Honestly, he'd probably only get as far as seeing Stan and Ford together in the distance before he freaked out due to all the Bill-themed jewelry his counterpart is wearing. It's like he can feel Bill's eyes on him. And, considering all of Ford's unacknowledged trauma, he would have to leave that dimension or risk fracturing what little is left of his sanity. He can't just destroy the dimension since Stan is still alive and definitely wouldn't want to be relocated to a different dimension (leaving his brother behind), but Ford can't risk Bill seeing him approach Stan either because that might put Stan in danger and also put Ford on Bill's radar. Basically, his hands are tied.

Megalomaniac Ford @orxinus

Absolutely hates his guts, lol. It's definitely an instant fight if Ford 419"3 sees MM!Ford in the multiverse. They both have god-like powers, so they're pretty evenly matched I'd say. It always comes to a stalemate though, because Ford has more important things to do than brawl with MM!Ford no matter how much he wants to wipe that annoying smirk off his face (and I'm sure MM!Ford has better things to do as well). So unless MM!Ford was messing with a Stan's timeline, Ford wouldn't go out of his way to inconvenience him/get in his way. They would probably only interact a few times, which would be so destructive that Ford has just learned to avoid MM!Ford if he can help it. But yeah, definitely hates MM!Ford for destroying his dimension, and Stan along with it. Nevermind that Ford has destroyed entire dimensions just to kill Bill, although that's only if Stan is dead in and/or relocated from that dimension.

[thegoldensanctuary]

Part VI: The 1702 Summer Set(N⁰ 1379) :

Tradition required the bedchamber decor to be changed twice a year, alternating between a winter set and a summer one. Although set 1881 is not explicitly referred to as the winter set in the Garde-Meuble until 1740 [125], André Félibien informs us that the practice of using red velvet for winter in the King’s bedchamber predated 1701 [126]. If set 1881 was already used for winter by 1701, then which set was used as a summer replacement in 1702? The answer can be found in the 1708 inventory [127], where a set of silver-background brocade is listed under number 1379. Set 1379 was initially delivered in May 1689 as an augmentation of set 867, delivered nine years earlier for the bath apartments [128].

6.1 The Tapestry Itself

Described in 1680 as alternating narrow pieces of two different brocades—one “silver background with figures of a shepherd and shepherdess” and the other “gold and silver with rinceau, outlined at the edge with ponceau” [129]—the 1689 Garde-Meuble entry, while consistent in describing the shepherd silver brocade, specifies that the other had a green background but omits the rinceau ornaments. The most complete description appears in the 1708 inventory: “Rich furniture of two brocades, one with silver background with figures of shepherd and shepherdess in gold and silver, and the other with green background chiseled with gold and with flowers of silver and gold” [130].

The 1689 delivery was intended to fill an alcove with eight pieces of silver shepherd brocade and seven pieces of the green brocade [131]; this layout remained the same in the 1701 bedchamber [132].

6.2 The Bed

The main element of set 1379 was its state bed, impressive in its dimensions. Its components were as follows:

No Headboard: None of the descriptions indicate the presence of a headboard.

The Headcloth: Described in 1689 as being like the curtains, “of ponceau brocade” [133]. As seen in Part 6.1, no ponceau brocade is mentioned in the set; instead, the color ponceau only appears as a border for the green-background brocade. This discrepancy is later clarified in 1708 when the curtains and headcloth are accurately described as “green background brocade with flowers of gold and silver outlined at the edge with ponceau” [134].

The Valences: Unlike previous descriptions, a more precise one does not come from the 1708 inventory, where they are mentioned along with the cantonières, bonne grace, and bases as simply being of “shepherd brocade” [135], but from the May 1689 Garde-Meuble entry, which states: “Three outer valences, with additional buttonholes, shells, tassels, and other embroidery taken from the campane left from the frieze of the tapestry; four inner valences. The seven valences [three outer + four inner] are entirely of the shepherd brocade, garnished at the bottom by large campane embroidery and at the top and sides by smaller campanes, with ponceau gros de tours lining” [136].

The Curtains: The fabric for the curtains matched the set: some were of shepherd brocade, while others were of the green brocade.The 1689 description specifies that the two bonne graces, two cantonières, and three bases were of the shepherd brocade, while the four outer-layer curtains were of the “ponceau brocade” [137]. As with the headcloth, the term "ponceau brocade" actually refers to the “green background brocade with flowers of gold and silver outlined at the edge with ponceau,” as inferred from the 1708 inventory [138].

The Quilt: Described in both 1689 and 1708 as being of “ponceau brocade” [139], the same caution regarding interpretation should be applied as above.

The Case Curtain: Made of 24 pieces of green taffeta sewn together, with large and medium gold and silver fringes at the bottom and sides [140].

The Columns: The two front columns were covered in sheaths: one in a brocade featuring Solomonic columns embroidered in gold and silver on a crimson satin background, and the other in a brocade with silver stripes and satin stripes adorned with gold and silver floral embroidery [141].

The Vases/Finials: Four in total (one at each corner), filled with feathers. No further information about the materials used is provided.

6.3 The Armchairs and Stools

The original 1680 description briefly mentions the presence of two armchairs [142].

In 1689, the armchairs and stools received new frames, which were “gilded and silver-plated.” The 12 stools from 1680 were replaced with eight folding stools at that time [143].

The armchairs were entirely covered with shepherd brocade on the backrest, seat, and armrests, with silver and gold braid and campane ornaments. The folding stools, on the other hand, had cushions made from a square of shepherd brocade surrounded by “ponceau brocade.” This term appears in both the 1689 Garde-Meuble entry [144] and the 1708 inventory [145]. We learn from the 1689 entry that there was not enough campane to decorate all eight folding stools; there was barely enough for six, and the remaining two had to rely on gold fringes instead [146]. This issue seems never to have been addressed, as the 1708 description notes this disparity as well [147].

These stools and armchairs were later encountered long after being removed from the bedchamber and returned to the Garde-Meuble, specifically in the 1775 general inventory of the Garde-Meuble, where they appear under number 106 among the brocade furnishings [148]. In this final description, we learn that, just as in 1708, the disparity in campane ornaments remained unaddressed and that the “ponceau brocade” mentioned in the 1689 and 1708 descriptions surrounding the shepherd brocade was, as expected, actually “of chiseled green background brocade, with silver and gold flowers” [149].

An additional armchair belonging to set 1870 is also listed in the 1708 inventory.

6.4 The Fire Screen

The fire screen was a new addition for the 1701 central bedchamber, as it was not part of the original delivery of set 1379 from May 1689. The 1708 inventory offers a lengthy description worth quoting in full:

“Fire screen with slide [écran à coulisse], covered on each side with a square of silver background brocade with vine, from which a grape hangs, with a shepherdess at the center enclosed by strips of green background brocade chiseled with gold, with gold and silver floral ornaments outlined at the edge with ponceau, garnished by a thin gold braid hiding the seam, with sculpted and gilded wood” [150].

6.6 The Table and Tablecloth

In 1689, at the initial delivery of the set, there were three different carpets (tapis), one of which was referred to as a table carpet (tapis de table) [151]. Although no table was provided with the initial delivery, the 1708 inventory mentions a fir wood table [152] with no inventory number listed directly after two of the aforementioned rugs, indicating that these other rugs were also likely table rugs, as was the first.

The first proper tablecloth was “made of the two brocades, garnished with fringes and gold and silver braids, lined with green taffeta” [153].

The second rug was made of green leather, with green taffeta lining and gold fringes.

The third rug, made of green taffeta with gold and silver fringes, is referred to in 1708 as the slipcover for the first.

6.7 The Portieres

The description of the four portieres is consistent between the 1689 Garde-Meuble entry and the 1708 description, comprising a total of five pieces of brocade sewn together: three of shepherd brocade and two of the green brocade, with campane ornaments at the bottom of two and fringes for the other two.

[125] AN O1/3453

[126] “The King’s bed is covered in red velvet in winter,” can be read in Félibien des Avaux, Description sommaire de Versailles ancienne et nouvelle, 1703 edition, p. 60. Despite the date of the edition, the rooms are described in their pre-1701 layout.

[127] AN O1/3445 f⁰ 2-4

[128] Guiffrey, Inventaire général du mobilier de la couronne sous Louis XIV, 1886 edition, vol. 2, p. 318

[129] Ibid

[130] AN O1/3445

[131] AN O1/3306 f⁰ 123 r⁰

[132] AN O1/3445

[133] AN O1/3306 f⁰ 122 r⁰

[134] AN O1/3445 f⁰ 2

[strawberryshortcake1495]

The Mabill Lore in my Crushed Little Stars AU 💫

(art is by the silly @millenianthemums)

So Bill has the same backstory as in canon. He could see the third dimension, he tried to show the Euclydians “the stars” and ending up destroying everything. But instead of wandering space and time for eternity, Bill summons the Axolotl and asks them if they could resurrect Euclydia. The Axolotl told him that what’s done is done, but that he is capable of redemption. With nowhere else to go, Bill is brought to the Theraprism. Instead of tweaking, Bill actually tries to redeem himself by being civil with the other patients and following the rules. 1 trillion years later, Bill has become a charming and suave dream demon. Although he’s satisfied with his new identity, Bill is still haunted by the Euclydia massacre but chooses to bury it deep down. He decides to travel to different dimensions to explore and have fun, and that’s when he comes across Dimension 46.

The year is 2004, and a 12-year old Mabel Pines is playing at the beach with her twin brother, Dipper. They were having a family vacation alongside Uncle Filbrick and Auntie Caryn, who brought their 3-month old babies along for the trip. Mabel was ecstatic over the little ones. Their flabby cheeks, their puppy dog eyes, their squishy heads…it’d make anyone squeal with delight! On this particular day, Mabel and Dipper had decided to build the tallest sandcastle ever! Dipper told his sister the castle needed structure so she looked around and saw a pile of beautiful sticks lying on the wet sand. She ran over there and knelt down, her face almost inches away from the sand. Unfortunately, a large wave had come in and hit her right in the face. Dipper watched as his sister was swept off to sea. He screamed and cried and tried to save her, but she was already gone. The beach was closed off as security sent boats out into the ocean to find the missing girl. Mabel was whisked far away from the shore. She flailed her arms as she tried to keep her head above water, but she found herself caught in a staring contest with a fish. She desperately tried to breathe, but that only caused water to fill her lungs. God, it burned so bad. Eventually, Mabel closed her eyes and allowed the dark depths to take her into its cold embrace.

She felt a tiny but powerful hand grabbing onto her fingers and pulling her back up to the surface. At least, that’s what she told the paramedics as she was rolled away in a stretcher. Dipper was hysterical, squeezing her hands and apologizing over and over again. As Mabel was brought to the hospital, she drifted into a deep and peaceful slumber. When she opened her arms, she found herself in a vibrant pink place with floating toys and flowers. She saw a strange yellow triangle resting in a chair wearing a silly turquoise hat with yellow stars on it. She walked over to the creature and gently woke it up. His name was Bill Cipher, certified dream demon. He explained that this pink realm was her mindscape, which is where her consciousness goes when she sleeps. Mabel held his tiny black hands and realized he was the person who saved her from drowning. She thanked him and they spent their time playing with the toys and chatting about life.

When she awoke from her slumber, she told her family all about Bill and how nice he was. For 2 whole months, Dipper and her parents thought Bill was an imaginary friend who she came up with as a coping mechanism to her near-death situation. During this time, Bill and Mabel grew closer, and Bill started dropping the “sugar sweet” persona and got more comfortable as he spent more time with her. He’d make dark jokes that she’d laugh at, they’d come up with the best games, and Mabel wasn’t afraid of Bill’s morbid ideas. He even had a cute nickname for her: “Shooting Star”. She was like his own daughter. On Halloween, Bill came up with a fun little prank that he would pull on Mabel. That night, the little girl had finished putting on her costume. She was wondering where her 3-sided friend was when suddenly, she felt as if she were weightless. She looked down to find herself floating like a ghost. She looked at the mirror and to her surprise, she saw herself staring at the glass. But something was different. Her eyes were yellow with slit cat-like pupils, and she was pretty sure her skin was a full shade paler. Bill explained that he was possessing her, and that he thought this would be the funniest prank to pull on his fleshy friend. But for the first time since they’ve met, Mabel was upset. She didn’t want to be possessed. This year would be her last Halloween before she turned into a teenager and it was robbed from her. By her own friend! Plus, the feeling of being a ghost made her want to throw up. She was so light, her legs swung back and forth, as if she were drowning all the way back in that cold dark sea.

But Bill wanted to experience trick-or-treating for himself and he sincerely apologized to her. Mabel started to get hysterical, flying around in circles and begging Bill to give her body back. But Bill went outside that room, pretended to be Mabel, and went trick-or-treating. Mabel couldn’t believe it. Her new friend had betrayed her. As Bill walked from door to door with Dipper, he tried to focus on the boy’s voice cracks and not the eerie screaming coming from next to him. It reminded him too much of Euclydia. But 30 minutes in, Dipper started noticing that Mabel wasn’t acting herself. When “Mabel” drank her bottle water because she was thirsty, he saw something in the reflection that made his heart stop. Creepy cat eyes that made his lovely sister look like a monster wanting to eat him. Dipper ran far away from her and to the local church. When the pastor brought some candy, “Mabel” came running up behind Dipper and tackled him to the ground. The kids fought in front of the other trick-or-treaters and the pastor was able to perform an exorcism that expelled Bill from Mabel’s body and her mind as well. Mabel was brought inside the church and the nuns looked after her for 2 hours as she sobbed into Dipper’s arms and told him everything.

Mabel never saw Bill again and from that day on, she started handing out candy instead of trick-or-treating.

[watchful-lady-of-shadows]

(From @life-of-kalos ??? @ osseth) "You say your world has 'beasts' who can travel space and time? As far as I'm concerned, don't most universes have a Dialga and Palkia that do just that? But perhaps you are referring to different beings than those gods."

"Ah, yes, you are correct. In most realms it is only Dialga and Palkia with this ability. In addition to those two, however, my home realm has many creatures with the ability to traverse both space and time, albeit to a limited degree."

"I believe in other places they are called Ultra Beasts. A certain sect of these beasts are more powerful then others, and use their powers to travel through the many interconnected dimensions that make up the whole of my home realm. This is because these beasts are the offspring of those with the Divine Epithet of ‘Deified’."

"As an example, I will use two of the more common ultra beasts across realms. Hopefully you will recognize their names."

"For us, the species of Solagelo and Lunala all originate from two who are more powerful then all others. My realm has no major legends such as Rayquaza or Lugia, and as such these Deified Beasts fill this role instead. Solgaleo guards the sun, truth, and hearth. Lunala watches over the moon, ideals, and travel."

"They help in maintaining the realm within these domains, and so when they made their creations to aid in these duties, those creations were incredibly powerful in turn."

"Each species who are offspring of these Deified Beasts have a unique home realm, and will travel to and fro as they please by crossing time and space. This means that me and my siblings must be diligent in our duties to ensure that these 'paths' used by ultra beast populations remain clear and connected to our overworld. Any disruption would be disastrous."

"This is how my realm works, strange as it may be to others. I would not have it any other way."

[julihlaufey]

Pages From Your Diary (Stanford Pines x You)

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒌𝒊𝒅𝒔 𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒑𝒊𝒛𝒛𝒂 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂 𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝑭𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒔𝒐 𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒅𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒎 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆.

⁠*⁠.⁠✧ ʷᵃʳⁿᶦⁿᵍˢ: ᵗʰᵉ ᶜʰᵃʳᵃᶜᵗᵉʳ ᵘˢᵉˢ ᶠᵉᵐᶦⁿᶦⁿᵉ ᵖʳᵒⁿᵒᵘⁿˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ʳᵉᶠᵉʳˢ ᵗᵒ ʰᵉʳˢᵉˡᶠ ᵃˢ "ᵗʰᵉ ᵍᶦʳˡ". ᵇᵒᵈʸ ᵘⁿˢᵖᵉᶜᶦᶠᶦᵉᵈ.

⁠• ᵗʰᶦˢ ᶦˢ ᵒⁿᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵐʸ ᶠᶦʳˢᵗ ʷᵒʳᵏˢ ᶦⁿ ᵉⁿᵍˡᶦˢʰ. ᵉⁿᵍˡᶦˢʰ ᶦˢ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵐʸ ᶠᶦʳˢᵗ ˡᵃⁿᵍᵘᵃᵍᵉ, ᵇᵘᵗ ᶦ'ᵐ ᵗʳʸᶦⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ᶦᵐᵖʳᵒᵛᵉ. ♡

• ⚠��� ᵗʰᵉ ʷʳᶦᵗᶦⁿᵍ ᶦˢ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ᵐʸ ᵒᶜ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵗʰᵉ ᵍʳᵃᵛᶦᵗʸ ᶠᵃˡˡˢ ᵘⁿᶦᵛᵉʳˢᵉ. ʰᵉʳ ᵃᵍᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵖʳᵒᶠᵉˢˢᶦᵒⁿ ᵃʳᵉ ᵐᵉⁿᵗᶦᵒⁿᵉᵈ, ᶦ'ᵐ ˢᵒʳʳʸ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵃᵗꜝ

The rain in Gravity Falls always sounded different. The drops always seemed thicker and the mood was definitely striking, but comforting. Her hands held the small box trembling.

Her feet slowly climbed the stairs out of fear or anxiety. Rainy weather meant family movie night. And of course Mabel and Dipper argued for a few minutes with her and Stan over which flavor to order, as if they couldn't order one of each.

Ford, for his part, had been in the room for a few hours and even though after last summer, he and his family were already closer, her, as an employee and friend of Stan and the children, wasn't that close to the scientist.

And of course, the one chosen to climb step by step and bring you some of the chosen pizza, was her.

She enters the room, stopping at the door. The room was cozy, calm and serene. She already knew it from the time Dipper and Mabel fought to change rooms. But she didn't think that cleaning it would make it so inviting.

Her eyes stopped on Stanford, sitting in his chair. His desk is full of papers, calculations and notes. He seemed to be busy and she didn't want to disturb him.

Clearing her throat, she enters with the small pizza box in hands. He glances over at her, raising an eyebrow in mild surprise. He had seen her around but never spoke much. The girl seemed friendly, but she had Stanley's quirks.

She did well in sales, fooled tourists like no one else and was as close to the twins as his brother.

He sets his pen down, folding his hands. — Hmm.. Hello! — Ford tried to be friendly with a small, disconcerting smile.

During the summer, they lived in the same house and had not even exchanged three words before. — Did you... need something?

— I... No, nothing! The... Kids ordered pizza and... And I figured that even if... You were busy, it wasn't fair to go without a slice. — She says, placing a small pizza box with three slices on top of his table, a little embarrassed. Her eyes didn't meet Ford's.

The hot face, kind of uncomfortable. Stanford couldn't help but chuckle slightly, amused a bit that she seemed so shy. He glances down at the pizza, then back at her.

— Hm. I appreciate it, then. — He stands, going over to the other side of the table and pulling out the chair next to him as an invitation for her to sit. — Take a seat, if you want. I'm just doing some calculations.

The girl blushed slightly. She was fascinated by the calculations Ford made that she could never do. A little surprised, shy and embarrassed by the invitation, but she could not refuse. She sat down, looking at the papers thrown and scattered on the table.— About... What is it? — She asked, afraid If was being nosy.

He smirked a bit, sitting back down in his chair. He grabs a slice of the pizza, then looks over at her as he takes a bite. They had gotten the flavor right.

— The multiverse, the possibilities of every single dimension and what could be. I'm working on a theorem to calculate every single dimension in this universe. Or at least, I'm trying to.

He grabs his notebook, pushing it over to her. It was filled with equations, scribbles, diagrams, and notes about different dimensions Ford had been to in the past.

— See? There are countless possibilities that I haven't even visited. That we didn't even consider could be real.

The girl couldn't help but smile. Stan's brother spoke so excitedly about his research and travels. He didn't even seem to have been affected by such events. Or if he had been, he was at least proud of having known so many strange worlds and creatures.

She looks curiously at the notes and calculations. — The part about dimensions is fascinating. — She says without looking at him.

— I mean, the whole diary is, but parts like "The Oracle" or "Casino Dimensions" are fascinating. — Although Ford thought only Dipper had read his diary, the girl spoke with fascination about his works.

Stanford can't help but find her enthusiasm endearing. Her excitement was somewhat infectious, making him smile in awe as he stopped the bite in the middle. — You've... Read my journal? — He inquired, a hint of surprise in his tone, but not enough to be an accusation.

The girl blushes violently again, looking at the eldest and quickly looking away. — Well... I read them. Not that Dipper or Stan know that I picked them up to read. But... Everyone was talking about "The Author" and I got curious. I devoured them in one night! — She said, laughing a little.

Of course it wasn't just curiosity. She loved it.

She loved his work. She read carefully the love he put into each line. Reading those diaries during the twins' vacation and after Ford added his experiences in the multiverse was fascinating.

Ford chuckled, smiling at her embarrassment. Part of him was surprised that nobody knew about her reading the journal. How had they not noticed?

— Hmm. I'll have to keep a better eye on my journal then. I usually just let Dipper borrow it. — He teased, resting his chin on his hand as he glanced at her.

She looked at him scared like a student who got a scolding from his favorite teacher. — I-I won't steal them again! Not that I stole them the first time, I just... I was just curious and no one comes into the tree house I built so... — She paused for a moment. She was acting like an idiot and hadn't even realized it until her eyes met Stanford's, who was resting his face on his hand and had an amused look on his face. — Damn, it wasn't the best first impression, was it?

Amused by her panicked tone and the expression she made, Ford snickered. He shook his head, waving his hand a bit to dismiss her flustering. — No, no, it's alright. I don't blame you for being curious. I'm more surprised that Stan and Dipper didn't catch you stealing the journal, if I'm being honest.

— Well... Let's just say Dipper was more difficult. — She said laughing. — But when he fell asleep drooling on the floor at four in the morning, it worked out. He spent the entire summer trapped and fascinated by the diary. I think you have a number one fan.

She laughed again, looking away. Dipper was fixated on the journal. But her? She was his number one fan, even though no one knew it.

— Dipper is definitely my biggest fan. At this rate, he probably dreams of my research. — He joked, looking over at her slightly.

However, he was clearly able to discern the fact that she, somehow, admired him as much as Dipper did. Though he didn't say that out loud. There was some charm in it.

She nodded, amused by his sense of humor. Stanford was more amazing and engaging than she thought. — You have no idea! One day Dipper woke up and filled the coffee table with theories about encrypted codes. It was even a little funny to see him think he dreamed up the right translations. Your encryptions were extremely difficult to decipher in two nights.

Ford chuckled softly, able to imagine that scenario unfolding. Dipper always took the journals so seriously sometimes, it was both amusing and endearing. He loved the kids passion. — Two nights... — He thought, raising an eyebrow as she spoke. His gaze glanced down at the table for a moment, as he then looked back up at her.

— You... Translated all the codes in the journal... In two nights? Just like that? No help from anyone?

She blushed violently again. She became extremely embarrassed and anxious when he praised her or was surprised by her accomplishments. It was like being a dumb, out-of-control teenager again.

— W-well, I couldn't keep the journals during the day and there seemed to be so many interesting things in those encryptions.

Pines smiled as he listened to her reply, able to notice the blush and how anxious she was. He was rather surprised. She was clearly intelligent, a little on the timid side, but incredibly smart. He chuckled a bit, tilting his head slightly.

— How old are you? — He inquired, raising an eyebrow as his gaze lingered on her for a moment.

— Twenty. I work at the cabin in the summers, since Stan offered me a paid room when I got to town.

He raised an eyebrow, a small look of surprise on his face. Twenty? She was much younger than he was expecting. He was shocked that Stan offered her a room on the condition that she work for him at the cabin. Then again, Stan didn't seem picky when it came to making a quick buck.

— I see... How... How long have you worked for Stan then?

She laughed a little for the reaction. — Since I was seventeen. I study history in the neighboring town. He's always been very kind to me. When the twins arrived, we were already... Good friends.

Stanford chuckled, smiling. Of course Stan wasn't picky on his hires. Even Wendy didn't even have to go through a whole interview or anything either. However, that information was a bit interesting to Ford. She was studying history? It was an interesting choice of profession for a young girl. He had to wonder, though...

— History, huh? Why do you like history so much?

Pines kept his eyes concentrated. His pizza had already cooled down, if it were coffee it would already be out of the question to drink. The girl was fascinating and he didn't understand why.

She seemed to be like them, she got along well with Stan, or the twins. However, something in her conversation made him feel like he wasn't alone.

— Aah... It's nice to be able to study about periods we didn't live in. I mean, Gravity Falls is an event. But being in a major historical landmark that people will study and talk about for years?! — She said enthusiastically, completely forgetting the panic and nervousness she felt around Stan's brother.

Ford laughed, raising an eyebrow and smiling at her little outburst of excitement. He found it rather endearing, her enthusiasm and passion for history. She was a little quirky here and there, but she seemed sweet and genuinely kind.

— You're... Passionate about history. I take it you want to go into archaeology? Or museum work?

— Archaeology. — The girl smiled. She hadn't met Ford a few minutes ago. Was blushing just from seeing him. And now was disturbing his work. Shyness knocked on her door with a kick.

— I-I'm sorry, I said too much for someone who just came to bring a pizza.

Ford continued to smile, a hint of amusement in his eyes as he watched her bluster and blush. It didn't take a mind reader to see that she had a small little crush. And if Ford was being honest.. He wasn't entirely opposed to the idea of her being that interested in him.

— No, no, I repeat, It's alright. Don't worry about interrupting. Archaeology... Interesting choice.

— Yeah... I think Gravity Falls is... The perfect place for that!— She said in a calm tone.

The raindrops were falling harder outside. The feeling of agitation. Very different from what the girl felt now. Her body was relaxed, calm and comfortable. When she entered, the room seemed the most comfortable thing in the cabin.

The smell of books and freshly changed sheets. Now, her mind was lost telling about her knowledge and days in Gravity Falls to a scientist who had already seen much more than these trees and woods.

Stanford's gaze remained locked on hers, as if her knowledge of archaeology and the best waffle in town were more interesting than the various worlds he'd visited. And indeed, they were.

To him, at that moment. Pines was sure he had just found something that inspired and impressed him more than anything else than Gravity Falls had ever introduced him to before.

And he couldn't be more excited to write about it in his journal.

I hope you enjoyed it! I'm always open to constructive criticism and ways to make writing in English more fluid and natural! ♡

Credit spacers: @zigrethsnotebook

Thank you so much for being so nice and remembering me!

[charlotte-queen-owl]

The Pines brothers have a type and it showed.

[tatck]

wha what if every chaos emerald had a guardian 👉👈 and what if the chaos emeralds didn't look like the chaos emeralds at all and what if they all had special powers and what if-

[chaoticevilbean]

*Used Baydew Character Creator II*

Listed top to bottom, left to right

Meet Bebzi (he/they), Cap'n (she/her), Kandi (they/them), Char (he/him), Ra (she/her), and Alex (she/he).

Bebzi: 24 Human Maturity, Mom Friend™, tends to make bombs and guns when worried about something or even just zoning out

Cap'n: 46 HM, Older Sister Friend™, likes alcohol and shanties, mentions shanking people as a possible solution to everything

Kandi: 12 HM, Sibling Friend™, adores anything sweet and salty, makes jokes about souls that no one but the gang really gets

Char: 19-23 HM, Older Brother Friend™, thinks what everyone else considers disgusting/creepy/horrific is absolutely adorable, if not downright gorgeous

Alex (yes, technically out of order): 19 HM, Street Friend™, "I will either kill you, or kill for you," anyone under 19 is almost immediately in the kill-for-you group unless they prove they belong otherwise

Ra: 17 HM, Smol Bean Friend™, is the Host, anxious, has Char's love of weird things, Alex's fighting skills, Kandi's taste, Bebzi's inventing, and Cap'n's sass, definitely the most dangerous out of solely the ability to befriend literally anyone and anything, will give everyone and everything a hug, and overall causes as much anxiety as she has

[idk-im-just-here-now]

I like to think it's up to the Prison Dimension, and who it's containing.

In my headcanon, Kraang are non-mystic species, and since the Prison Dimension was made from mystics meant to contain them, death within the dimension would check out If it is suppose to contain this threat until they are no more, then surely their species can die within the dimension. (Not even counting the actual corpses of Technodromes and Kraang we see in the movie)

On the other hand, for example, the turtles (mainly Leo because toss that guy in there again), who ARE mystics based, would interact in a very different fashion with the fabric of the Prison Dimension, and since they wouldn't be a part of its imprisonment sentence toward the Kraang, I don't think the Prison Dimension would actually let them die. They have mystics, and we see that it takes mystic keys or portals to alter its fabric enough to allow someone or something to pass through it. In the Prison Dimension, where the mystics would interact with the turtles, I don't think the fabric of its reality would ALLOW them to die, coupled with potential advanced healing and durability from their mutation.

The turtles in the Prison Dimension can get hurt, and they can get stuck if their mystics aren't designed to create rifts on the level of the Key or Mikey’s powers, but I don't think the Prison Dimension itself would let them die. They are mystic; they can alter its reality. You could consider them overseers or engineers, come back after years of being gone.

The Kraang, on the other hand, have little to no connection to mystics. They can get hurt, and they can get stuck. They are the species the Prison Dimension was designed to contain.

The turtles might not die in the Prison Dimension. But the Kraang?

They're already extinct there.

(Me on my bullshit sorry lol)

Oke Oke fun silly little poll

[turtleblogatlast]

Love the thought of Leo just casually being well traveled to absurd degrees. Like one day they’re facing their new Big Bad of the year and like, Draxum or whoever says that the key to their fight is located somewhere in, like, Latvia or some place, but no one knows where to start.

Then Leo’s like “oh I know a place” and when asked how the heck he could know of one it smash cuts to Leo falling through the ceiling of said place due to a portal mishap.

Also love the idea of Leo, being as accidentally (and then later, purposefully) well traveled as he is, sometimes taking his family on outings to different places all over, maybe to some new Yokai spots he found along the way.

In these places, Leo 100% lets his bros get scammed by tourist traps.

[dclovesdanny]

Dcxdp prompt

Dead serious 2/4

Danny made the mistake of complaining about fairytales, and is now stuck in said fairytales. Apparently, Ghostwriter was so committed to following the story that he even grabbed Danny’s soulmate to play the Prince.

Damian is not pleased.

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 242

   He looks the same as he had that fateful day, a storm raging around him and risking sending the ship down into the abyss. Hair whipping in the wind as the sky roars its deadly challenge echoed by the beasts they all sought to bring down those centuries ago. 

   It looks just as human as they- that is to say not at all, not anymore. A body twisted, sand and lightning melding into a molten sea ever-expanding. Its eyes as gold as the treasure it guards, brilliant blues and greens dancing across bodies in sigils unknown. 

   It looks exactly as it did that time ago, smile dancing on its lips as the sky opened up in torrents, like blood gushing from a wound. “You’re free to go,” it says, in words they understand and words they don’t. “You don’t have to stay here any longer.” 

   “Where will we go?” They ask, so very tired of this eternal battle, of being trapped in crashing waves and storms of water and sand. Being tossed one way and the other, never able to go home, for home was gone long ago. 

   It looks up, their own gaze following, the ship crashing through the dredges of a storm they had thought eternal. And for the first time in eternities, they see them. The stars. Dancing and dripping from a serpentine form that cradles the Sun and Moon, smiling down to the beast and them alike. 

   And so, they take from the seas, and take to the stars instead.