#deceitfulmorals

[canon-fcdder]

A whisper like voice is calling out to Dipper out of nowhere. "Pinetree~" As if trying to get his attention. Luring him at best. "Pinetree~" It goes on like this a few more times until it realizes they're being ignored. "Oh, come on! Don't be like that, Pinetree! Where's your sense of adventure? The thrill of the hunt?" ( dhehkedjfle; -throws Bill over- ) - ✧ ˖ ˙ 「 @deceitfulmorals 」 ˙ ˖ ✧

「 ☆ 」 In hindsight, Dipper should have taken someone with him when investigating the strange occurrences regarding the woodlands surrounding the Mystery Shack. Of course, he would have to tell the others ABOUT it all first... It had started out with little things. Dismissible as mere effects from living in a place abundant with nature. An itching sensation on his skin whenever he passed by a certain area. Dipper mistaking it for bug-bites until he saw no bumps. Bug-spray also did nothing to ease the onslaught. A cold chill crawling down his spine, not caused by spectors. Dipper had checked for ghostly activity. Then there was the wind...

It blew in the direction of those beckoning trees. It tugged at his jacket. Stole his hat— Dipper frantically snatching it on the cusp of where open grass turned into dense woods. Unnatural shadows seemed to stretch from the eerie foliage, reaching out for him as he warily backed up a few steps. When mentioned to Mabel, she had laughed and called him a goof. Stating there were no shadows. Not on such a cloudy day, the sun barely peeking out. Dipper dropped the subject soon after, something holding his tongue as he tried to make sense of it. Nothing good could come from keeping secrets from his family. Nothing good EVER did... but—

Things had been going well. Unnaturally-so. Could Dipper really be blamed if he wanted to keep the easy-going illusion alive for a bit longer before he barged in with suspicions of doom-and-gloom? Especially when those suspicions equated to nothing more than irritated skin and chilly wind. Now here he is, foolishly wandering through the woods with NIGHT having suddenly fallen— either that or the sun refuses to touch this area —and nothing looking familiar. Futilely trying to map it out— surroundings seeming to change as he does —he groans and crumples up his half-finished map before throwing the ball onto the ground... and then hurrying over to pick it up and shove the litter in his pocket instead.

He stiffens as THAT voice calls out to him... again.

When Dipper first heard it, he had stalled in his tracks with a choked sound. Breath catching, heart pounding, and gaze darting around ominous surroundings. Every tree seeming to mock, causing Dipper to hastily turn at each creak and rustle of their boughs. Needless to stay, steps had quickened even if he still had NO CLUE where to. Shoving aside overgrowth and easing down unstable dips in the terrain, now trying to get away from something rather than towards home. But the voice hadn't ceased... Growing more insistent the longer Dipper stubbornly tried to ignore it, Dipper soon panting to catch his breath as he began to RACE through the woods.

To no avail.

Gasping for breath, Dipper finally comes to a stop right next to a bush he swears he crashed through TWICE already. As if he was led in circles despite running straight. Leaning against a tree, splinters aggravating his palm. Brows furrow, Dipper raising his lowered head to glare into a darkness that looks the same as every other time he has. ❝ Leave. Me. Alone... ❞ Growled through labored breath, he stands up straight. Fists clenched at his sides, he fights against their trembling. Against the weakness building in his knees. Against ANYTHING that could be conceived as fear from a gaze he's not even certain can see him right now.

❝ Leave me alone. Leave my family alone. Leave this town alone. Leave the WORLD alone! ❞ With each demand, voice grows louder until Dipper is shouting into the unsettling silence of the woods. ❝ We beat you. We BEAT you before and we'll do it again if you so much as dare show your stupid triangular face! How's THAT for ❛ the thrill of the hunt ❜ , Top Hat? ❞ 「 ☆ 」

[ducknotinarow]

"You're jealous, just admit it. You want to be the one kissing me." ( mm LeoRaph. yourewelcome~ )

| Muse interaction

Raphael was pretty much fuming over the sight before him as Leo and April were going back and forth. Watching just HOW well they got along. Had him chewing aggressively more than was needed for the schools mac and cheese he had picked out for lunch that day. His free hand tightly gripped in to a fist.

Every time April laid a hand on Leo's shoulder or got him to laugh in a way that made his own heart do flips in his shell. It was just pissing him off if he were being honest.

April leaned in soon to plant a kiss to Leo's cheek and that had Raph easily ben the metal spoon in his grip as he watched her walk away. Looking down to his tray. His lunch had suddenly lost it's appeal.

Moving to stand he just grabbed at the tray and made way to where the trash bins were set up to toss out any remain food and drop of the trays to be cleaned up later. Of course, his nosey brother just had to follow and see what was going on. Part of him wanted to be happy it was him Leo went after over staying with April. But still his heart felt like it was sinking in his shell as he thought about it more and more. He knows it weird and wrong but he cant turn it off.

"Nardo don't you have to follow April around like some love sick pup?"

"You're jealous, just admit it. You want to be the one kissing me."

Raph froze for a second unsure if he heard that right before he slammed his tray on to the pile, before he locked eyes with Leo. Leo could be smug at moments like this maybe he enjoyed it in someway? Or was he just messing with Raph?

The red banded turtle reached over and grab the collar of Leo's shirt before he tugged them his way and let his beak met Leo's own, pressing a very heated kiss to his brothers own. He would love to linger in it but he couldn't as he pushed Leo away after a few seconds.

"There, a kiss on the mouth better than a cheek aint it?" Raphael huffed before he turned on his heels and left, before Leo could see how flush his face was getting what they fuck had he done that just now!

[tuesdayscanons]

"I can handle my own problems! I've done it for a long time before you came along!" ( Rip. I'msosorryEileen! Rigby for Eileen :') )

{¤} If Eileen were to be completely honest, this reaction was to be expected. She's used to Rigby putting up a wall, to the point people wonder why she bothers getting through to him at all.

However, this doesn't deter Eileen. Far from it, really. Rigby's response gives her something to work with. Even if he thinks he closed the door right in her face, she feels as though he just handed her the key.

"I know, Rigby. You're so strong and resilient. I like that about you!"

Appealing to Rigby's ego is a good start. Not that Eileen is being dishonest, she's being entirely truthful, she's just using her honesty strategically.

"I just want to make things easier for you. I'm not trying to be a magic fairy who solves all your problems for you. I just want to take some of the weight off so you can have more time and energy to devote to the things you love. How are we going to play a round of that video game you like if you're too busy handling your problems on your own?"

Perfect. Eileen has laid out the bait. Time to see if Rigby takes it. {¤}

[countlessrealities]

@deceitfulmorals sent: "You realize I'm not listening to you on purpose, right? Cause I'm kinda wondering how long it's gonna take you to figure that out." ( Stanley for Bill! )

At first, the only answer Stan gets is a loud, high-pitched noise echoing inside his skull. It's as intense as the sound of an air horn being blown straight into the man's ear, but coming from the inside.

The human can try to ignore him as much as he wants, but Bill isn't going to give up. It's not like he has much else to do, irremediably trapped inside Stanley's mind. He's a little more concrete than a memory, but nowhere close to being real. The conman is the only being he can interact with, the only one who can hear and, at times, seeing him.

He's still working out the kinks of how to project his image in the world around them, so that the two of them can interact "face to face". Sort of. It's an extra effort, but seeing Stan's expression every time he appears in front of him will be worth it. Not to mention that it will make it harder for the man to ignore him.

"Oh, is that so? Yet here you are, acknowledging and answering me," he eventually speaks up in a casual tone, as if he wasn't struggling to maintain the glitching form he has materialise before Stan's eyes. "Are you sure that you aren't trying to convince YOURSELF?"

Another noise follows, a chuckle that sounds like it's coming from a crackling, distorted radio signal.

"Do you want to know what I think, Bruiser? I think that you want to listen to me, because I'm a good distraction whenever things get AWKWARD between you and Sixer. Which is, OH, half of the time when you're in the same room."

Important detail, there's not much space on that boat.

[canon-fcdder]

(( @deceitfulmorals ))

Dale being good dad go brr >:(

[canon-fcdder]

Dale is way too busy typing stuff into his pad to even bother paying attention. But he knows at least it's the baby sitter he's talking to. "So, hey, I was thinking we could go out for dinner sometime? Don't worry, you're still getting cash." He adds, waving his hand dismissively. "Are you free after your job?" ( -is not sorry- for Peri! ) - ✧ ˖ ˙ 「 @deceitfulmorals 」 ˙ ˖ ✧

「 ☆ 」 Things are going— decently. When compared to before, anyway. Then again, the LAST time Dev was put under his care, worlds had been thrust into peril… and he almost died. But frankly, that feels like an afterthought when compared to the bigger consequences of failing his godchild. Besides, if he HAD exploded in a burst of confetti, he would have been the one to deserve it. Not the others… Not his parents… Not even Dev; the poor kid resigned to a different fate but one that makes Peri grimace with just as much vitriol.

Stuck with only Dale Dimmadome… Worse than that- stuck in the same desperate, lonely, approval-craving state he had been before being given a fairy. On some level, he understands it. Actions having consequences and some children being too dangerous to let have fairies and blah blah blah… But on another far stronger— far more stubborn —level, he doesn’t care. Dev was is his godchild and he’s miserable. He’s ALONE and miserable and helpless to do anything about it. So Peri will have to fix things for him.

Just… Better this time.

Which is why he respects Dev’s order request for space. His godkid had come home insisting that everything was FINE. Despite Peri witnessing quite the opposite when secretly tagging along at school; a literal fly on the wall as he kept an eye on Dev while avoiding the ones of his parents. Thankfully, they were too busy tending to their newest godchild to notice. Besides, Peri has only been doing this live-in nanny job for about a week or so. Not nearly long enough for his disappearance to stir up suspicion. The incident was nothing earth-shattering… and that’s the problem. It was a minor fumble, a small embarrassment as Dev spilled lunch on himself.

But it stuck with the kid. Even after Peri discreetly poofed away stains as Dev frantically wiped at them in the bathroom, making it worse with his soaked paper towel and tear-blurred vision. Not wanting to push his luck, Peri resisted the urge to dry the jacket as well. But it hurt to see Dev wearing the dampened garment, as if trying to ignore that anything happened at all. Even though everyone saw. Peri doesn’t blame Dev for snapping and rushing to his room when his nanny ❛ unknowingly ❜ inquired about how his day was. He DOES blame the circumstances that put so much emotional strain on the kid that one mistake feels like the end of the world.

… Speaking of which.

Peri doesn’t even notice he’s being spoken to until Dale is already a few words in. Lounging on the couch with a How-To Guide on ❛ connecting with your child ❜ in his hands, Peri had been fixated on finding a way to ease into conversations with Dev. Preferably without the boy screaming at him and barking commands like he’s one of those infuriating Au Pair drones. Blinking as he’s pulled from the page, he quizzically looks up at the so-called dad. Brow raised and impatience already settled in his gut, lids lower with unamusement at how little effort Dale is giving the conversation. He can’t spare a second to look away from his screen, huh?

Fine. Then he won’t notice if Peri looks back at his book… Gaze lowers, yet attention remains split between Dale and his research. An elbow propped on the armrest, cheek rests in the palm of his hand, Peri hardly invested in the conversation. Perhaps he should show his employer more respect, to avoid getting in trouble… Although, he could easily rig things to regain his job should need be. The thought does faintly arise, but before Peri can swallow his pride and posture a bit better, he’s dismissively absentmindedly replied, ❝ I already have dinner plans. ❞

Swallowing his annoyance at having to reread the same sentence for a third time— how long is Dale going to stand there half-assed talking to him? —he can’t shove down the slight bite in his tone, ❝ I try to eat when Dev does. It’s good for kids to have company during mealtimes. ❞ Instead of eating all alone staring at a screen while their dad likely does the same in another area of the house. 「 ☆ 」

[canon-fcdder]

A brow lifts when Sanderson sees a lot of purple passing him by. Turning, amethyst hues peer over signature shades to get a closer look at whoever it was. Gaze is slow to trail over their form, smirking slightly as he deems them worthy of his attention. "Well, hello there, pretty boy~ I think you dropped something." He then hands over a card with his number on it. "This what you're looking for?" ( Imma just put him in the trash now. :') - for Peri! ) - ✧ ˖ ˙ 「 @deceitfulmorals 」 ˙ ˖ ✧

「 ☆ 」 He's not nervous.

He's not.

... Even if he was, it doesn't do him any good to sit around stewing in the suffocation of waiting for his first assignment Which should be dropping any day now. Time won't speed up merely because he WILLS it to. Unfortunately, that's not under the jurisdiction of fairies. With how much red-tape must be contended with and all the prominent figures in charge of different aspects of the universe, it's a wonder anything gets done. But the way things work are not for Peri to question... Doesn't seem like it's for anyone to question. Even if Peri does have a few choice things he'd like to debate ask. But again– what does he know?

After all, he hasn't been around NEARLY as long as the others. Surely they've been through everything and figured out the proper way to navigate it all. Sordid as fairy roots may be— going from a predatory antagonistic relationship towards humans to a more... symbiotic one —things run far more amicably in the present. Disrupting that would be foolish. Better to be a chipper cog in the machine, an asset to those around him. One who can better UNDERSTAND it all. Grow numb to it all.

The sooner he has a godchild of his own, the sooner he'll know what the others do.

Until then, a brisk fly is the best he can do to settle ❛ non-existent ❜ nerves. Not paying attention to his surroundings, the petite fairy doesn't even register that he's passed by the other man aside from a slight veer in his course so they don't collide. It takes a moment for Peri to realize he's even being SPOKEN to, skidding to a halt mid-air with furrowed brow and a quizzical glance behind him. Internally buzzing with impatience at being stopped in the midst of his non-relaxing stroll, violet hues flit up and down the other's form. As if he can gauge what the other wants by look alone.

❝ Dropped something? ❞ Peri parrots, confusion only growing as the flirt flies completely over his head. He can hardly be blamed... He knows he's pretty. It's rather obvious, even amongst mythical standards, that Peri is a catch. He's been told as much throughout his life. Graduating from ❛ a cute kid ❜ to a ❛ dashing young man ❜ . Despite being an adult, he has yet to grow out of being his parents' ❛ beautiful baby boy ❜ . So being called pretty feels the same as being told he's purple; holding as much weight as it would were he cooed at by an overbearing relative.

Looking down at the offered card, a brow raises over half-lidded hues. Gaze flits from it to the stranger and then back down, before he dryly says, ❝ ... I didn't drop that. ❞ 「 ☆ 」

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"What is wrong with you? You're making a scene!" ( Dale for Dev - awful father of the year award :') ) - ✧ ˖ ˙ 「 @deceitfulmorals 」 ˙ ˖ ✧

「 ☆ 」 ❝ I’m making a scene?! ❞ Despite the exasperation FLOODING his voice— prominent as the tears threatening to flood his eyes —Dev knows his father is right. He is making a scene. But unlike the usual displays of arrogance or dramatics reserved for his classmates ( meant to show how impressive he is to those who should be very aware of it; who need to be considering what lineage Dev is a part of ) this one doesn’t make him look good… Doesn’t make him feel like he’s any good either. No, this is raw and emotional and messy and SCARY and all he wants is to go back in time to prevent it from ever happening.

Maybe he could have Peri do that? Or maybe it’ll just be another thing he can’t have because of the dumb rules. With uncertainty nipping at his heels, Dev stands on the crumbling precipice of an emotional meltdown… and feels the ground give way beneath him before he can even make a decision.

With an audience to watch his descent, Dev goes from ecstatic from being seen with his father to wishing they were isolated in the Dimmadome ❛ ivory gold tower ❜ . Trembling where he stands, fists clenched in front of himself, he feels the weight of eyes upon him. Unsure if they’re drawn by shock or mere spectacle, or if they even DO care or have gone back to minding their own business— ignoring the squabbling pair as if they were any other dysfunctional family —Dev doesn’t know which is worse.

Glossy eyes glare up at his father, pain overwhelming falsely-blue hues ( contacts causing the disappointed figure looming over to blur even more ) and drowning the anger he’s trying to convey. ❝ G-Good! I’m glad I’m causing a scene! At least SOMEONE might pay attention to me! ❞ He bluffs, stammering through his defiance. ❝ I’ve been trying to talk to you all day and you haven’t even looked at me until now! ❞ Not until Dev had raised his voice in frustration, a small slip of composure. A brief blip in the model son’s behavior.

It hadn’t even BEEN a ❛ scene ❜ until Dale reacted to it.

❝ Y-You just care about what’s on your stupid screen or how much money you’re making or Ha— ❞ Complaint catches in his throat before he can give away how much he knows. Sniffing and wiping at his eyes with an arm, fingers poke one another, Dev’s gaze darting around as in search of escape from the situation he’s landed himself in. Dale was right… This is wrong. This isn’t how he acts. This ISN’T how a Dimmadome behaves. ❝ You don’t… ❞ You don’t care.

❝ I just… ❞ Throat catches, Dev fighting the wobble of his lip, ❝ I’m sorry, dad. ❞ 「 ☆ 」

[ducknotinarow]

"Even if it takes 500 years, I will prove to you beyond a shadow of a doubt that I loved you." ( '07 LeoRaph uwu )

| Muse interaction

Raph busied himself looking down at the street below taking in the sound of the city, the low roar of car engines. Shuffling feet of the humans walking the streets. His brow was scrunched up deep in thought. He finally came back he should be happy shouldn't he? He should be rejoicing he should be pulling Leo into his arms where he was meant to always be far as Raph had been concerned at least.

But, he could barely be in the same room as Leo. Raph sneaking out to the surface wasn't anything new. Getting away from the others wasn't even new. But, Leo following him? That was new. Leo normally knew to let Raph cool off. Raphael felt his knuckles pop out as he curled his fingers in tighter towards the palm of his hand. As he heard the sound of Leo's kanata blades knock against his shell.

Leo wanted him to know he was hear.

"Ain't you got somewhere to fuck off to." Raph stated letting the pain he been carrying for the months Leo had been gone. Pulling away the second Leo tries to step closer. "Don' jus' fucking Don' Leo. They all might be happy ta see you back but I ain't!" Raph yells out. "You left! You jus' left me! us and then ya stop sendin' letters! Do you have any clue how many I wrote only to get nothing from you!" He continues to yell. Breathing heavily as he let his shoulders rise and fall curling and uncurling his fingers a few times as he looks away from Leo it hurt to see him.

"You don' gotta tell me anythin' I figured it out okay. You don't feel that way 'bout me. So jus' spare me the speech got it." Raph huffed before getting ready to leave he just couldn't handle being around Leo not with all of this weighing on him.

"Even if it takes 500 years, I will prove to you beyond a shadow of a doubt that I loved you."

Raph stops for a moment lingering on the one word alone before he looked over his shoulder. "Then why did you leave?"

[tuesdayscanons]

“Are you alright in there? You’re so quiet.” ( - slides over CJ for Eileen as well- )

{¤} Eileen can't hide from CJ forever. Eventually, she'll have to come back out and confront her emotions.

Might as well get it over with.

Eileen emerges from her bedroom, her hair disheveled and face red. She wasn't crying, at least, not yet. No, there's another emotion at play.

Anger.

"I just—I can't believe Mordecai would do so...stupid!"

There's a clacking sound as Eileen paces back and forth, flailing her arms around as she speaks.

"Things were already awkward after the Christmas party, but then he has to run his big beak at Muscle Man's wedding? What's wrong with him?"

After a moment, Eileen stops pacing. She still can't bring herself to look at CJ, so she fiddles with the strings of her hoodie.

"I feel bad for saying this, but I don't get why Rigby is friends with him. It seems like Mordecai likes having Rigby around to feel less like a loser and he's floundering now that Rigby is doing better for himself."

Eileen finally meets CJ's gaze, her eyes full of shame.

"Don't bring any of this up to Rigby. He loves Mordecai so much...it'd break his heart if he knew how I felt about him." {¤}

[canon-fcdder]

"Deeevvvvv?" Peri starts out, tone clearly unsure as he searches his godkid out. "Heh. C'mon, bud. You're not still mad about earlier, are you?" ( have this to start with uwu ) - ✧ ˖ ˙ 「 @deceitfulmorals 」 ˙ ˖ ✧

「 ☆ 」 The godkid doesn't bother to look away from his screen, taking a page from his father's book and hoping Peri will get the hint Dev never does. Barely paying attention to the game, he fails the same level over and over... Scowling down as the sad little tune makes him aware of his failure. Poor tarantula forced to perform the same song-and-dance for all eternity. Or at least until Dev decides he's had enough mindless tapping. Looks like they're both in the same situation.

How many times is Dev going to bother trying when it always hurts him in the end? That's the good thing about loneliness. There's no one around to make things worse. Or BETTER, but... Perhaps better is overrated. At least, the type of ❛ better ❜ Peri seemed determined to promise him. One filled with rules and friends who are your friend one moment and then not the next because of stupid fights that only happen when you have stupid friends to be STUPID about.

❝ Oh? You mean when you QUIT? And how the only reason you're here is because you didn't do it the right way? ❞ Dev snips, emphasizing his words with haphazard taps on his screen. He swipes across it with a bit more force than necessary. Eyes narrowing, shoulders tense as he hunches further over his game, glaring down at the colorful patterns, ❝ Or maybe you're talking about how after you quit— ❞ Word is spat through a grimace, Dev's stomach twisting at the memory. Wondering how long Peri had been wanting to leave him... and only recently worked up the nerve to.

❝ —and I finally had a Godparent who would listen to me... You decided to ruin that too. ❞ Scoffing, he spares Peri a glance and ends with, ❝ Thank goodness for the precious rules, huh? Otherwise Irep would be here instead of you. ❞ 「 ☆ 」