#dipper 💗

[glitchydyke]

yellow orange white lime maroon magenta yayyyy

REALLY GOOD. dipper voice hi mj you are the worst ever you bully me and you are deeply concerning. i love you

[ink-for-dinner]

Omg I can't believe someone is actually doing my list sjbfjsd TYSM. I love how you drew the little dudes specially Dipper 🫶🩵

i decided to do @ink-for-dinner's inktober prompts for this years inktober (minus the ink because I HAVE NO PAPER HELP-)!!

the first prompt is 'twins'! i decided to draw dipper and mabel because i need to give those two more love. omg i loved drawing this sm i'm so excited for the other prompts

here's the prompt list if you wanted to do it yourself!!

[drowninnoodles]

i’m not sure if your asks are open for drawing ideas (i don’t know how long ago that post was where you mentioned them was 💗🪽) but i’m in LOVE with your art style and your characterization of the Pines family 🥹 if you need ideas, can you draw the deleted scene Alex talked about once where Dipper blurts out his name being Mason to Ford? I LOVED that concept and think it would be so heartwarming in your art style!

I TRIED

[mooooonnnzz]

I saw your earlier post on Platonic fics and Im a sucker for them so here u go : father figure stanford headcannons maybe takes place after he comes back from the portal, reader is an adventurous spirit that works at the shack and maybe secretly helped stan get his brother back? Idk im just throwing things here lol

You Know I Love You Still

Stanford x daughter!reader

💗 stanford dad hc!!

💗 i literally saw the request it and started writing and got a lil carried away 😭 its like half story half hc? if that makes sense

💗 requests r so open rn! i def dont have any fav requests… (anything platonic or familial will be the first ones i write i LOVE those types of requests)

💗 the age of the reader is young like 16/17? ik that lowkey contradicts with the time line but wtv STANFORD DAD HC!!

💗 it’s a little bit of everything? like it’s not only just reader and stanford, the twins r also included in some scenarios and also stan

💗 a big happy family 😭

💗 fem reader gulp i completely didnt realize until i was done that i used she/her when referring to the reader

💗 next fic will use gender neutral pronouns I SWUEAR!!

💗2k words

💗 i apologize for rhe misspell and mistakes i didnt catch in advance

Working together with your Uncle Stan to build the portal to bring your dad back to the right dimension was tiresome. Nights were sleepless and many of them were spent in the underground lab, where you and Stan did everything possible to assemble the portal. Trying to keep such a secret away from the twins and Soos was unexpectedly hard. The knowledge of hiding someone so vital to you and to your Uncle Stan was weighing down on you and him. Then came the day where his awaited arrival was promised. You could barely sleep that night. You thought of so many different possibilities and scenarios of how you would greet him. Would he remember you? Did he ever miss you? Does he even love you?!

The next day came in like a tornado and before you knew it, you were protectively standing in front of the button; trying your absolute hardest to prevent the twins from pressing the button.

“Why do you guys want to stop the portal so badly!” You yelled over the loud swirling wind that emitted from the portal. “Because it’s dangerous!” Dipper retorted, using his arm to shield him from the debris whizzing past him. “G-Grunkle Stan isn’t who he says he is!” Dipper said, stepping closer to you.

“Whatever you guys saw or heard isn’t what you think it is! Please, you need to believe me.” You begged, your eyes brimming with tears. You’ve worked so hard to get this portal up and running and you weren’t going to let Dipper or anyone stop you from being able to see your dad.

Soos came up from behind and wrapped his arms around you. “I’m sorry, dude.” He picked you up and took you away from the button. “Soos, no!” You thrashed around his hold. You pound your fists against his arms, hoping it’ll loosen his grip on you but nothing you did worked. No matter how much you begged and fought against him, he didn’t budge. He just held you closer to him, muttering ‘I’m Sorry’ under his breath.

“This all stops now!” Dipper raised his hand, palm flattened out, ready to push the button when Stan appeared at the doorway. “Don’t touch that button!”

He’s hunched forward, hand leaning on the frame of the doorway as he pants. Relief washes over you upon seeing Stan. Silence fills the room for a minute and all you can hear is your heart hammer against your ribcage. Stan walks towards Dipper, beckoning him to not press the button.

“If you just let me explain—“ He’s cut off by his watch repeatedly beeping. Suddenly the ground begins to shake.

The portal powers up and the circle enlarges. The electricity spazzes and travels throughout the room, creating streaks of electrical power. Your feet lift off the ground and soon everyone’s floating up in the air. The wind is fierce and it’s whipping through every direction, pushing you towards the wall.

Dipper yells at Mable to turn off the portal before it causes anymore damage. She tugs herself closer to the button using a stray cable and while she wraps herself around the neck holding up the button, Stan is begging her to listen to him and to not press the button. He’s soon tackled by Soos who pushes him away from Mable. They all fight with each other and you’re watching with a bated breath.

The portal pulses with power, sending you back first into the wall. Stan and Dipper bicker back and forth and Mable is torn with the decision of either believing her brother or her Grunkle. She lowers her hand, eyes closed and you're almost convinced she’s going to press the button when she lets go of the button. She floats up with her arms raised. “Grunkle Stan, I believe you.” She says.

“Mable, are you crazy?! We’re all gonna—!”

The world flashes white and you're immediately knocked out. You awaken to yourself plummeting face first down to the floor. You groan, pushing yourself up with one hand and the other wiping off the dust on your face. Looking around you can see your family scattered around the room, each of them slowly waking up from whatever happened and stumbling back to their feet.

Your head quickly whips towards the portal and your heart lurches into your throat upon seeing a figure step out of it. He stands still, staring straight ahead as he takes off his hood and goggles. And what hid behind them was your father.

After the initial shock of meeting the one behind the three books and the reveal of him being related to Stan was pushed aside, you presented yourself with the help of Stan. “H-Hi, Dad.” You awkwardly greet yourself.

His eyes stop on you and he freezes, eyes blown wide and mouth slightly ajar. He takes a minute to process the absurdity of the situation before he’s snapping back to consciousness. He blinks once, his mouth stuttering as he finds the right words to say. He then blinks again, stepping a cautious step towards you. Your name softly spills out of his mouth and your heart soars hearing your Dad finally utter your name again.

You take a step forward and then another and another until you’re face to face with him. Being closer to him allowed you to see how much he has aged since the last time you saw him. “Dad…” You whisper, throwing yourself into him.

A light wheeze escapes his mouth from the sudden impact of your body crashing on him. Once he recovers, his arms are quickly wrapped around you, hugging you with so much warmth and love you almost sobbed right then and there.

He snuggled his face against your hair, breathing in your familiar scent he missed so dearly while he was away. “We have so much to catch up on.” You say so quietly that he almost lost your words if it wasn’t for you being directly near his ear. He hums in affirmation, cherishing the long awaited reunion with his daughter.

“I feel like this is another part where one of us faints again.” Mable says in utter disbelief at the scene that unfolded in front of her. “Ohoh!” Soos laughed out. “I’m so on it, dudes.” As if on command his eyes roll to the back of his head and he faints flat on his back.

HEADCANON TIME!!

• You weren’t really expecting to talk to him much due to Stan wanting to talk to his brother, but after their fight, he came looking for you. When he found you, you were sitting on the couch that was outside on the porch. You were reading a book you recently purchased from the bookstore. Nose deep in your book, you failed to realize Ford standing beside you. His hands were shoved in the pockets of his trench coat. Quietly he asked, “Is there room for one more?”

• The night was spent with the two of you getting to know each other. From your favorite color to your favorite show, what food you like to eat and so on. Ford wanted to fully understand and know you as a person. He wanted to make up all the years he lost with you.

• The next day, you awoke to the smell of your favorite breakfast food being cooked. With haste you pushed your blanket off of you and slipped on your slippers and sped off into the kitchen where Ford was buttering the pan. He looked over to you and flashed you a smile. “I made you your favorite.” He said, motioning over to the table where he laid out your breakfast. “You didn’t have to do this.” You scratched your cheek, a small laugh of surprise leaving you. “I’m just doing what I always dreamed of doing.” He shoveled out his breakfast onto his plate using a spatula. “How’s the food, kiddo?” He asks, placing the pan and spatula on the dirty side of the sink. “Actually pretty good for someone who hasn't been in this dimension for over a decade!” You jest, taking another delicious bite from your breakfast. Ford jokingly rolled his eyes, ruffling your hair as he walked past you and sat down on his chair. “Already poking fun at me.” He said, shaking his head.

• Stanford knew he had to focus on his projects, he had so many things he left unfinished that he'd been dying to get his hands on the minute he stepped foot into his dimension. But he couldn’t seem to pull himself away from you. He loved seeing you interact with the twins, he loved watching how pieces of his personality shone through you. Like the way you’re so meticulous with where you put things, or how you were forever curious about the things around you, and even the abundance of questions you’d mutter to yourself as you discovered something new. That’s all of him right there, in front of him and he couldn’t grasp such a thought that you were his!

• He finds himself gazing upon baby photos Stan took of you when you were younger. Even if he’s angry at his twin currently, he’s forever grateful that he documented such beautiful memories in a scrapbook. “Y’know, I used to tell stories about you to her.” A shriek leaves Ford. He jumps forward, the scrapbook tumbling down his lap and onto the floor. “You idiot! Be careful.” Stan sneered, kneeling down to the floor to pick up the scrapbook. “Stanley!” Ford leans his head back, trying to regain his composure. “You scared me!” He says. “Yeah, yeah. I know.” Stan waves him off, grabbing the scrapbook and tucking it in between his arms. They stand in awkward silence, eyes darting around the place uneasily. “Did…” Ford starts, shattering the silence. “Did she like the stories you told of me?” Stan smiles fondly, nodding his head. “She loved them. She thought you were some stupid amazing superhero, no matter what I told her.” Ford furrowed his brows. “Wait, what do you mean by no matter what you told her?” Stan nervously laughed. “Hey, why don’t you keep looking at these photos! Wait here, look at this one. Haha! She’s trying to eat her toes, isn’t that adorable?” “Stanley.”

• Outings between the two of you were very common. He loved being tugged around the town of Gravity Falls by you as you pointed at various different shops and locations. You told him the reasons why you hated them or loved them, and some were tied to stories that happened within the summer. He seriously questioned how you and the twins survived so many times where you were just so close to death. The mall was a place where you and him resided the most. With the money he took from Stan, he paid for almost everything you wanted. Entering the shack with so many bags was a shock to everyone. “Woah! Did you buy the whole mall?” Mable jokes, grabbing one of the bags to help you with the load. “Basically,” you laughed, instructing Mable to rally Soos and Dipper to have a little haul of what you bought. Stan watched with a raised brow as you stumbled into the living room with Mable following closely behind. “Where did you get all the money to buy her all of that?” Stan asks. “Just stole some money from some hobo.” Ford said, walking into the living room to join in on the haul. Stan didn’t understand what he said and opened the cash register. When he saw all the money he had stored the day before gone, it all clicked.

• Adventures out in the woods is a must. Gathering the twins and your dad, all four of you venture out into the woods in hopes to find something new. “Why couldn’t Grunkle Stan tag along with us?” Mable asked as she kneeled down to pluck a flower from the dirt. “Because he’s being a wet towel.” Dipper muttered, scribbling down a rough drawing of the flower Mable was picking in a book you bought him. “So what kind of anomalies you three stumbled upon?” Ford questioned. You and the twins began to dump everything onto him, from when you started seeing them to when Dipper and Mable came. Ford couldn’t truly focus on what they were saying, mostly because it was a jumbled excited mess of words, but partially because he was astonished with the trio in front of him. They went through so much and yet they’re still so headstrong. He could definitely see a little bit of him in Dipper and Mable.

• Stan would find you and Ford fallen asleep on the couch or in his lab, all huddled up together and completely knocked out. Snores filled the room and he found it amusing that you and him both snores the same. Videos and photos were definitely taken by Mable.

• Ford would tell stories of his adventures in another dimension to you. Stemming from how he started from the ground up to him getting banned from many other dimensions for stealing parts. “You’re not so different from Uncle Stan,” You laughed, shaking your head. “What! It was only a few…hundred dimensions.”

• There’s times where you’d wake up in a cold sweat, afraid that your Dad finally coming back was just a painful dream your brain played on you. But when you would get ready to find him, you’d step on his stomach or back. “Ough!” Ford groaned out in pain. Being suddenly woken up from his sleep, he sat up, looking around confused. “What are you doing sleeping on the floor?” You sat back down on your bed, pulling the blankets over you. “Is there a problem with me sleeping on the floor?” Ford asks, looking at you with squinted eyes. “No, no.” You laid back down on your bed. “Go back to sleep. I’m better now,” You say, somewhat amused with Ford sleeping on the floor beside your bed. “Goodnight, I love you.” You brush your fingers playfully across his face to annoy him. He shoves your fingers away from his face, huffing out. “Goodnight,” He shuffles to his side, looking up to you with a small smile. “I love you more, kiddo.”

[arminsumi]

Hello! My boyfriend of 8 years just broke up with me and my birthday is tomorrow I was wondering if you could possibly write a Suguru fluff. Thank you!

★ Chef student!Suguru feeding you pancakes

Geto すぐる

Note : i'm so sorry to hear that! i hope it is not too hard to cope 💗🥞 take care of yourself!

The smell of pancakes wafts up into the air.

It's funny, you're watching such a big and muscular man wearing a pink Hello Kitty apron while he flips pancakes.

And he flips these pancakes with the utmost delicateness and gentleness — as if the pancakes have feelings.

He piles up the best pancakes onto your plate and gives himself the floppier, less appetizing ones.

"Honey or syrup?" Suguru asks.

"Who would have syrup on their pancakes?" you scrunch your face up, "Pancakes are meant to be eaten with honey."

"What! No — syrup is way better!" he responds, one hand firmly gripping a pink spatula.

The spatula is not just pink. It's also too big for the pan. The pan is also tiny. But it's stick-free, and there is a joy to be had in flipping pancakes with a stick-free pan of that size with a pink spatula.

"Syrup is not better. It's too sweet." you argue.

Suguru keeps piling up the fluffiest pancakes on your plate. They're golden and puffing with steam, hot off the pan.

"Well, you're too sweet but I still love kissing your sugar lips." he flirts.

"Oh Sugu!" you roll your eyes. He's made your cheeks burn again.

He leans down for a small kiss. The smack between yours and his lips and little wetness makes him fluttery.

"You're ridiculous. And that apron is also ridiculous." you say. "What if your school saw you wearing that to the next class?"

"I think they'd appoint me as Head Chef and give me Michelin stars right away. Then I can be your Michelin-starred Suguru."

"Ah, you make it sound like your sole purpose to drag through culinary school is to be a chef boyfriend." you laugh.

He grins at you and prepares to circle honey over your pancakes. He grips the honey dipper gently, pinching it between his thumb and index fingers, and lets it slowly drip honey onto your fluffy pancakes.

"Anyways, don't you mock the Hello Kitty apron." he says with faux seriousness. "It's not a joke. It will bring me good luck."

"Sorry, Chef Geto." you play along.

He smirks and lifts the plate, forks a honey-smothered pancake piece and raises it to level with your mouth.

"Open wide, birthday girl." Suguru coos.

You open wide and Suguru feeds you a bite. Instantly, your face melts at the buttery, fluffy taste.

"Are they good?" he asks, just to lure a compliment out of you about his cooking.

"Mhm. I always love your cooking, Sugu. It tastes like a gentle man made it." you nod, happily taking the plate and stuffing another piece of pancake into your mouth.

Suguru feels a bit smug about his cooking now.

The compliments he gets from you get stored into his mind for safekeeping — he'll remember this one for years and his heart will flutter. Even when he's become a real chef at a restaurant, every compliment will never mean as much as this one you made over birthday pancakes.

He tastes his own pancakes, with the syrup on top.

Suguru hums contemplatively while chewing. You intently watch his sharp jawline as he chews. How can he make the act of eating seem so alluring?

"Tastes good — but not as good as you." he flirts.

"Stop flirting or I'll stuff your mouth with honey pancakes." you grumble cutely.

"Oh no! Honey pancakes; my worst enemy..." he murmurs and leans down to you for a soft kiss.

You taste the syrup on Suguru's lips and he tastes the honey on yours.

© arminsumi

I do not permit the copying/reposting/translation/plagiarism of my works. Do not steal what I've worked hard to create.

This is fictional work.

[coiled-dragon]

Bill lobotomizing Dipper and then fucking him 💞✨💗

[kasukosam20]

Just sum shits

The one with Mabel and Dipper is just a redraw of a lil drawing in Journal 3 that I found rlly cute actually 👾💗

[im-a-toaster]

Still In Your Mind AU!

Mabel and Dipper designs 💗💙

(Im fully aware waddles is supposed to be slightly bigger but come on)

[piinetrees]

[ TO : PACIFICA NORTHWEST        ✉️          dipper is typing . . . ]

[ txt ] please, pacifica, i’m not going to look like the same snot-nosed little brat i did back in the day lol [ txt ] at least i HOPE not. that would be really embarrassing haha [ txt ] omelet on the house? i’ll be sure to tip my waitress extra :) [ txt ] oh mabel? she’s good! she’s in art school now, no surprise there. she’s really liking it, she’d be coming up with me if it weren’t for some big assignment she’s got. she's so talented. i mean, she always has been, but she's gotten really good!

When he finishes his messages, Dipper stares down at his phone, awaiting her next text. Usually, he couldn’t care less about texting, about communicating with anyone in any other way than face to face or maybe the occasional handwritten letter. He tries to return to his studies but instead finds himself too excited — his eyes drift back over to his phone every time the screen lights up, hoping for another text. It’s strange, the way his cheeks prickle with warmth, but he thinks nothing of it. Before she responds, Dipper adds another text of his own.

[ TO : PACIFICA NORTHWEST        ✉️          dipper is typing . . . ]

[ txt ] so it will be just me heading up there this time. going up there for an assignment of my own [ txt ] hope i won’t be too boring for you :P lol [ txt ] i’m actually heading out tomorrow, should be in town sometime after the six o’clock dinner rush!

He stops, fingers hovering over his keyboard. He had no intention of leaving for another few days, so why did he tell her he would be there so soon? He glances back to his half packed bags lazily strewn across his dorm bed. Guess those will have to be packed up tonight!

at his response, pacifica caught herself smiling at her phone. why was she smiling? she never really genuinely smiled whenever she texted a boy, barely ever with her friends either.

[ txt ] i can believe that, yes. i’ll make sure lazy susan will make you an omelet if you’re back in gravity falls! from the house, of course.

[ txt ] okay! great, i knew i can always count on you.

[ txt ] i would love to catch up! yes. it’s been awhile since i saw you too, kinda forgot what you look like— kidding sorta!

god.. was she being too excited?. and what did he meant.. with making it less boring? was he subtly flirting with her? the social awkward dipper.. she knew. haha no.

with flushed cheeks, she brought her fingers back, the sound of her nails tapped against her screen.

(a pensive halt) pacifica is typing…

[ txt ] maybe.. you can. we’ll find out! ;) i’m sure your master brain can think of something.

[ txt ] hm.. it’s not thaaat boring. it’s just different with you not being here.

[ txt ] and mabel! ofc.. speaking of, how is she?

changing the subject, nice save.. pacifica.

[glitchydyke]

🌼💙🌙💟🌟🎼

AUGAHUAGHAUGH THANK U DIPPER I LOVE YOU TOO SO MUCH FOREVER…………..

[fleckficgirl]

Heartthrob | Arthur Fleck x reader 💗 CHAPTER 10

Summary: Attempting to conceal her checkered past, a young dancer in Gotham (Y/N) lands a job at Ha-Ha’s and finds herself increasingly drawn to a shy, lonely clown named Arthur Fleck.

Warnings: This chapter contains mugging, memory loss, traumatic brain injury. This fic as a whole contains sex, language, violence, mental illness.

Word Count: 3164

Chapter List: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9

Author’s Note: I’m back! Obviously, it took me sooo long to figure out how to write this next chapter, but I finally got it together. I really appreciate your patience in the meantime & hope you enjoy reading it. The plan is to post more regularly soon (Chapter 11 is almost done).

“Makeup is an art,” Chantelle and Tina had explained to you the night before. “Think of your face as a canvas.”

Despite all their well-intentioned beauty coaching, the cold, hard truth was you still had no idea what the hell you were doing - you couldn’t even keep the differences between moisturizer, foundation and concealer straight in your brain. And after twenty minutes of attempting to “paint” your face like the natural-born Rembrandt they were convinced you were, you’d stared back at your reflection in the mirror and decided you looked like a clown…and not in a sexy-Arthur-Fleck kinda way.  

Exasperated, you’d washed everything off, opting instead for a tiny bit of mascara, lip gloss and powder.

But then there was the issue of your hair. You’d burned your fingers on Tina’s flat iron before managing to get things somewhat under control. But as soon as you stepped out onto the street the rain began to fall, causing your already-unruly mane to frizz up completely by the time you reached the subway.

Chantelle’s handpicked outfit, however, remained the only unblemished element of tonight's ensemble: her tight-fitting angora sweater did things for your non-existent cleavage you’d never imagined possible. You’d be sure to thank her profusely later…even though she thought you were going out with someone else tonight.

You’d never cared how you looked in front of a guy before…but Arthur Fleck wasn’t just a guy. To say he’d gotten under your skin was, perhaps, the understatement of your life: you were becoming crazy about the man.

You didn't know how you were going to survive this date. You could barely hold it together in Arthur’s presence without wanting to reach out and smother him with affection, and the kiss between you earlier today had only solidified your deepest desires. You wanted Arthur in so many ways…ways you didn’t even understand yet. It reminded you of the first time you’d ever rode the Giant Dipper at Amusement Mile: the sensation of your stomach flying up into your throat as you went over that first terrifying drop…a disconcerting mix of fear and exhilaration. Was this what being in love felt like?

***

The bouncer at Pogo’s frowned as you handed him your ID.

“Are you…um…are you alright, miss?” he asked, concern in his eyes.

You were thrown off by the question. “Of course. Why?”

“Don’t take this the wrong way, but…have you looked in a mirror recently?”

You shook your head. The jerk was actually making fun of how bad your hair and makeup had turned out. People in this city really didn’t know how to act.

“Wow, you’re hilarious,” you rolled your eyes at him, snatching back your ID. “Can I please go inside now? My friend’s about to go on.”

You pushed past the rude bouncer and entered the club, scanning the room feverishly for an empty seat. Spotting one parallel to the center of the stage, your eyes lit up and you rushed over to claim it. As you sat down, a strange chill ran up your spine as you slowly began to realize: everyone was staring at you. Faces of concern and mockery swam around you, and you weren’t sure why.

Oh shit, you thought. Do I have something on my face?

Unfortunately, you hadn’t brought a compact mirror (Tina and Chantelle had given you a five minute lecture on the importance of always carrying on in your purse), so you couldn’t check. And you couldn’t get up to go to the bathroom because then you’d lose your seat. You shifted uncomfortably in your chair, then glanced at your watch and saw the glass was cracked.

Weird. You hadn’t remembered smashing it against anything on the way over.

Your concerns about your appearance, however, were quickly dissolved as the current act wrapped and the emcee took the mic.

“This next comic describes himself as a lifelong Gotham resident who from a young age was told that ‘his purpose in life was to bring laughter and joy into this cold, dark world.’ Umm. Okay? Please help me welcome Arthur Fleck!”

You applauded along with the rest of the half-faded crowd as relief washed over you. Thank God you hadn’t missed him. As Arthur took the stage, your heart began to throb again. There were simply simply no words to describe how incredible he looked tonight. His red vest. The crisp, white button-down shirt underneath it. The matching slacks.

And his hair. His hair.

You were certain his hair was going to be the death of you. How was it possible that you and that gorgeous hair inhabited the same planet without the entire world imploding?

Arthur squinted out at the crowd before speaking. You knew he was searching for you, needing to see you in the audience, needing to know you were there for him. And you were. When the two of you locked eyes, he smiled. You smiled back at him and everything else fell away. It was you and Arthur again. And nothing else in this cold, dark world mattered.

You didn’t care that Arthur had a laughing episode at the beginning of his act. You didn’t care that basically all his jokes fell flat, either. You didn’t care about any of that. All you cared about was how proud you were of him. So proud, you felt like you could burst into a million pieces.

When he finished his set, you leapt to your feet, clapping and screaming. Arthur blushed from the stage, embarrassed…and pleased. Everyone was staring at you, then back at Arthur, then back at you in dazed confusion. Two weirdo peas in a pod…and proud.

“We’re gonna take a short break,” the emcee announced.

A moment later, you and Arthur found each other at the back of the club.

“You were amazing, Arthur!” you exclaimed as you threw your arms around him.

“I'm so glad you came tonight…” he hummed into your ear. Of course, your depraved mind twisted the meaning of those two words in your head, and you found yourself having to stifle a blushing smile. You felt your body quaver with excitement at being next to him once again.

“Wait a minute…” Arthur pulled back to look at you, shock and concern flooding his face.

“Y/N, what…what happened to you?”

You blinked. “What? Nothing happened to me.”

“You’re…you’re hurt.” Arthur looked you up and down, then lifted your hands to eye-level. Bruises in the shape of what looked like fingers and fingertips lined the insides of your wrists. You frowned at the sight, utterly confused.

“Y/N, who…who did this to you?”

“I’m fine!” you insisted. “I mean…I have a slight headache, but, y’know,  it’s probably just the rain.”  

“Y/N, look at me. Tell me what happened. Can you remember?”

It took a minute for your brain to register Arthur’s question, which you realized was a little strange.

“Well,” you inhaled, trying hard to formulate your thoughts. “I got on the subway…I know that. And I took it all the way to…well, whatever this stop was near here, you know? And then I got off the train and went up the stairs…and then…” you looked up into Arthur’s beautiful eyes. “And then I was here. Watching you perform for the very first time. And I’m so proud of you, Arthur!” you squealed as if you’d seen him for the first time tonight all over again.

“You don’t remember anything else? You must have hit your head.”

“I'm fine!”

“Y/N,” Arthur’s worried eyes blinked at you. “I don’t think you are. I think I need to take you to the hospital.”

“But it’s our big date!” you wailed. “I got all dressed up and everything!”

At that moment, a few Wall Street bro types brushed past and snickered at Arthur.

“Nice set, freak. In case you didn’t get the memo: you’re supposed to tell the jokes and the audience is supposed to laugh…not the other way around.”

"He has a laughing condition, you assholes!" you snarled at them without hesitation.

To everyone’s surprise, the bros paused, thrown off by the fact you’d called them out.

“Sorry…” Arthur interjected, glancing at the dudes apologetically. “She’s…she’s not feeling well.”

Arthur shot you a desperate please-shut-your-mouth-before-you-get-us-both-killed look, but you could see there was a tiny, triumphant smile curling up his lips underneath it. Still, the words were flying out of your mouth and there wasn’t much you could do to stop them.

“Yeah, I’m not feeling well,” you continued loudly, glowering at them. “Maybe if assholes would shut their fat faces and stop acting ignorant, I’d feel better.”

“Okay, you’re coming with me now!” Arthur wrapped his arm around your shoulders and scooted you towards the door. You looked over your shoulder to see them staring after you, dumbfounded. The sight of it made you laugh.

“Y/N,” Arthur pulled you into him as soon as you were outside. “I’m taking you to Gotham Hospital. We’ve gotta get you checked out.”

“No, Arthur!” you protested. You didn’t exactly know why you were so opposed to the idea, but your first instinct was to protest.

“Y/N, please. Please? Just do it for me. Just so I know you’re okay.”

“I’m worried about you,” he emphasized.

“I’m fine!”

“Okay.”

You’d switched it up so quickly, Arthur blinked in disbelief. He cleared his throat, nodding.

“Uh…okay. Good. Let’s go.”

**

“This is not where I expected to end up tonight,” you lamented. Arthur sat next to you, a clipboard given to him by the nurse at the front desk in his lap. He was trying to fill out your paperwork for you.

“Um. Your last name is…L/N right?”

“Yeah” You smiled at him. “How’d you know?”

Arthur blushed. “I…might have looked at your timecard. I was…curious about you. This was before…you know…we became...closer.”

“That’s so sweet! I looked at your timecard, too!”

Arthur stifled a laugh. “What’s your date of birth?”

He patiently wrote in all the answers and brought the completed forms back up to the desk.

“I’m surprised there aren’t more people here,” you observed, looking around at the handful of other patients. “It is a Friday night, after all.”

“It’s only ten o’clock,” Arthur reasoned. “My guess is things get crazier out there in a couple hours or so.”

“I feel like things are flying out of my mouth tonight without any filter,” you blurted. “And I’m not even that angry.”

“I feel like they are, too,” Arthur agreed. “But, that’s okay. I’m glad you agreed to come here. I’m…I’m still worried about you.”  

You narrowed your eyes at him, leaning in. “Can I ask you a personal question?”

Arthur looked a little startled, but he nodded.

“How do you get your hair to look so good all the time?”

Arthur’s eyebrows arched and he laughed.

“I'm serious!”

“No…I'm sorry,” he demurred, looking down at the tile floor. “It's just that nobody’s ever said that to me before.”

“Nobody ever said your hair looks incredible?” you asked. “Like it's the most gorgeous hair in the world? Nobody ever approached you to do shampoo commercials?”

“Maybe that's my true calling,” he joked.

“What shampoo do you use?”

"That's a personal question," Arthur teased as the door to the back of the ER swung open.

“L/N? F/N L/N?” the nurse called out.

You leapt to your feet. “Oh! That’s me.”

“Do you want me to wait here?” Arthur asked.

“Are you kidding?” You extended your hand and pulled him up. “Of course I want you to come. You’re my emotional support clown.”

**

After weighing you, taking your blood pressure, asking if you had any allergies to any medications and all the other boring details that entailed a medical visit, the nurse set you up in an examination room and read through your paperwork, pursing her lips as she centered in on the handwritten scrawl (Arthur’s handwriting of course) that explained why you’d come to the ER in the first place.

“It says here you…think you hit your head?”

“He thinks I hit my head,” you clarified, jerking said head towards Arthur. “I’m still not sure. There’s a big gap in my memory from tonight and I don’t know why.”

“There are bruises on her arms,” Arthur added. “She came to meet me and she looked…disheveled. Like someone had…”

He paused. The nurse looked you up and down.

“You don’t remember what happened to cause the bruises?”

You shrugged. “I can be clumsy sometimes.”

“You’re not…that clumsy,” Arthur murmured under his breath. “I mean,” he looked up at the nurse. “She’s a dancer. She’s…one of the most graceful people I’ve ever seen.”

“Arthur, that is so sweet!” you exclaimed.

The nurse shot you both a skeptical look, then smiled. “Your husband obviously cares for you a great deal.”

“Oh,” Arthur blushed. “I’m…not her-”

“Yes, he’s a wonderful husband!” you interjected, flashing him a slightly maniacal smile. “So protective of me. I couldn’t ask for a better one.”

“It sounds like you might have taken a fall,” the nurse continued, jotting down a few notes on your chart. “But the bruises on your wrists do look like they were caused by someone else’s hands.”

“My watch is broken, too,” you blurted.

“I’m wondering if maybe you were mugged. It happens to women in Gotham all the time, unfortunately.”

“But I still have all my money,” you pointed out, opening up your purse to show off your untouched wallet.

“Maybe you fought them off,” Arthur suggested. It wasn’t a completely outlandish notion. You were known to bring out the feistiness if the wrong people pushed your buttons.

“In any case, we’ll run some tests to check for concussion and other injuries.”

The nurse opened a drawer and handed you a light blue paper robe. “You can put this on. I’ll inform the doctor and he’ll check you over.”

“Thank you,” Arthur said.

“Of course. He should be by in just a minute.”

“What a nice lady,” you said to Arthur after she left you alone. “Don’t always meet people like that around here.”

“Very nice,” Arthur agreed. He cleared his throat. “Um…do you want me to leave, or…turn around while you get changed?”

You blinked, the reality of everything that had happened tonight finally hitting you.

“I just can’t believe this is how tonight turned out.”

“What do you mean?” Arthur asked softly.

“I had a whole outfit planned, Arthur! And my hair and makeup. I wanted to impress you and look beautiful for you tonight.”

“Y/N…” Arthur stood up to face you. “You are beautiful. No matter what. All I care about is that you’re okay.”

You sighed, moved by his sweet words, but you still felt utterly crestfallen and defeated. “I ruined our first date. And your big stand-up debut. I wanted tonight to be perfect so bad…”

“You didn’t ruin it,” Arthur interrupted. “I…” he paused. “Of course I wish none of this had happened to you. This city is…awful. In so many ways.” He paused, taking your hand into his. “But…I just love being with you. It doesn’t matter what we’re doing, as long as we’re together.”

You wanted to kiss him again, but suddenly the door flew open and a man in a white coat suddenly stood before you both.

“I hear somebody got banged up tonight.”

“My guess is you got mugged. Maybe the muggers chickened out before they could actually…you know…mug you. It does look like you’ve got a concussion.”

**

Dr. White’s bedside manner was on the complete other end of the spectrum of your nice nurse’s from a few minutes before, but you’d come to expect that from men with MDs. After performing the perfunctory tests of shining a light in your eyes, examining your body for additional trauma or bruising (none was found) and asking you a few routine questions, he announced his evaluation:

“What can you do for that?”Arthur asked, concerned.

The doctor snorted at what he obviously deemed a dumb question. “Not much. Just wait it out. Don’t go to sleep for a while.”

“What happens if I fall asleep?” you asked.

“You could die.”

“Oh.”

“Your brain’ll heal itself,” the doctor continued. “Might take a little time. Just try to take it easy and don’t be in places where this could happen to you again.”

“You mean the entire city?” you asked, raising an annoyed eyebrow at him. You knew what he meant, but the slight insinuation that getting mugged was somehow your fault didn’t sit great with you.

“What can I say?” Dr. White shook his head and shrugged. “Welcome to Gotham.”

“I’ve lived here all my life,” you informed him dryly. “Gotham’s a jungle.”

“Then welcome to the jungle.”

**

“Are you hungry?” Arthur asked in the lobby of the hospital. It was past midnight. “There’s a diner down the street people seem to like.” He paused. “That is…if it’s not too late for you.”

The way you saw it, you’d stay up all night with Arthur if he’d have you.

“Let’s go to the diner. I could really go for a cheeseburger."

Arthur laughed. “Okay.”

The rain had stopped and the air outside felt crisp and freshly-washed. For a brief moment, it made you forget that the garbage strike in Gotham had just entered its seventh week.

You and Arthur moved through the crowded sidewalk together, stumbling through the endless obstacles of people and garbage. A startling headline caught your eye as you walked past a newsstand, and you stopped in your tracks to read it:  

KILLER CLOWN ON THE LOOSE. LATEST NEWS ON THE MURDERS, PAGE TWO.

Beneath was a drawing of a vampiric clown.

“Can you believe that?” you asked.

Arthur paused alongside you, his eyes wide as he soaked in the headline.

“I watched this on the news last night."

Arthur nodded, pulling out and lighting a cigarette. “They worked at Wayne Enterprises. All three of them.”

You rolled your eyes. “That figures.”

Arthur cocked his head to one side. “What do you mean?”

You continued, lowering your voice. “Between you and me, I actually knew one of them. Back when I was still at college. He was a complete asshole, and that’s putting it nicely.” You sighed. “And if I had to guess, those ‘friends’ of his were cut from the exact same cloth. But it looks like he finally picked the wrong person to fuck with. And I can’t say I’m shedding any tears.”

Arthur nodded slowly, taking in your words.

“I’m sorry,” you stopped yourself. “You must think I’m crazy for talking like this.”

“No,” he shook his head. “I don’t think you’re crazy at all.”

“Three less pricks in Gotham City,” you quipped. “Only a million more to go!”

Arthur threw back his head and laughed. You took it as a good sign: despite the traumatic brain injury and the chaotic night you’d shared, his smile still made you go weak at the knees.

🤍🩷 Thanks for reading. Visit my Masterlist for all my Fleck writing, including future chapters of Heartthrob.

[moonieandi]

hiii!! just wanted to say hi and tell you that i am enjoying your stanley story SO much. every time you release a new chapter, it feels like a gift and i get so excited and happy reading it 🥹 your writing has this incredible way of pulling me right in and the way you develop the characters and WRITE about them is just brilliant—they feel so real. i love how you bring out the complexities in both stanley and doc bcs again they feel so real. and can we talk about your writing style??!!?! the way you describe everything and the details is pure magic; it adds so much depth to the story and really helps me visualize the scenes, and i absolutely adore that.

ALSO ALSO THE TIME JUMPS make me so giddy i love this trope usage and it feels so sweet reading about old stan and doc as much as i enjoy reading about them in their youth and current story! 💗

thank you for sharing your incredible talent with us. i can't wait to read more of your work <3

i was just about to answer to let you know I updated but you beat me to it omg hahah!

gahhhh thank you for the lovely message, and I'm really happy my writing could brighten anyone day that always makes me feel so good you have no idea <3 I feel like sometimes I get stuck on making solid visuals or explaining a lot of smallish details, but it also helps ME visualize and flesh out a scene so I'm glad that jumped out to you!

alsso yes thank you i love time jump tropes sorry I WONT be stopping doing those- also they are intertwined with the plot I have mapped out but I'm sooo happy you like the dynamic between both old/present doc' and stan! i like hinting and breathing into life what they will be, just always a nice tease to the future. and it's how I get to write about our lovely dipper and mabel earlier on too hehhe

sending you lots of love<333 and as always thank you for the message!!

[shinydreamtacoprune-blog]

♥︎ emojis to use as code names/to describe these people/characters with/how i describe them! (age regression and non age regression):

💗🦄🌈✨🪐🖍️🍭🍼(mabel)

🧢🧦🩹🐾🍼 (dipper)

💙💛🗝️🐈‍⬛🔘 (coraline)

🤍🖤🦴🐌(wybie)

🤎🤍🩹🐒🍼 (eggs)

🌷🌸🕯🪄🦑🫶🍼 (winnie)

❤💙🖍🐻‍❄️ (pomni)

❤🤍🍼✨🐑 (gangle

🖤🤍🧡💜♟️🐮🍼 (kinger)

🩷💜🐰(jax)

🩷💜💛🧡💚🦩(zooble)

❤🧡🖤🥃🪛🪓🩹🐦 (wendy)

💜🖤🍞🥖🥐 (laurenzside)

💗💖💞🎀✨ (megan)

💙❤💚 (bridget)

💚❤💙🏳️‍🌈👓(j/j)

💛💞🫶🪄(sunni)

💙❤💤✨🦮 (nathaniel)

the ones with the 🍼 are the age regressors ♥︎

[bomber-grl]

I’ll write for… A-Z✶⋆.˚꩜ .ᐟ˙⋆✶

Key ~ .𖥔 ݁ ˖

Platonic - 💫

Romantic - 💗

Familial - 🏡

These are just the ones off the top of my head, if you’re wondering if I write for a fandom not here then I’d be happy to answer! (Also I’ll add here if I do, I just consume too much media and forget)

~ 𖦹₊⊹ Any gendered reader can be requested unless the character has a strict sexuality (ex: Gay, Lesbian)

— Games ₊˚⊹ ᰔ

Fictif

- For the Love of Gods

Astrellio ~ 💫💗🏡

Vidas ~ 💫💗🏡

- Into the Mist

Fin Derodine ~ 💫💗🏡

- Isle of Enchantment

Rogue Blackwood ~ 💫💗🏡

Serena James ~ 💫💗🏡

- Last Legacy

Felix Escellun ~ 💫💗🏡

Sage Lesath ~ 💫💗🏡

Anisa Anka ~ 💫💗🏡

Rime Solano ~ 💫💗🏡

- Monster Manor

Casimir de Gévaudan ~ 💫💗

Rainier ~ 💫💗🏡

Obey Me!

Lucifer ~ 💫💗🏡

Mammon ~ 💫💗🏡

Leviathan ~ 💫💗🏡

Satan ~ 💫💗🏡

Asmodeus ~ 💫💗🏡

Beezlebub ~ 💫🏡

Belphegor ~ 💫💗🏡

Solomon ~ 💫💗🏡

Simeon ~ 💫💗🏡

Diavolo ~ 💫💗🏡

Barbatos ~ 💫💗🏡

Luke ~ 💫🏡

Our Life: Beginnings & Always

Cove Holden ~ 💫💗🏡

Derek Suárez ~ 💫💗🏡

Our Life: Now & Forever

Qiu Lin ~ 💫💗🏡

Tamarack Baumann ~ 💫💗🏡

SallyFace

Sal Fisher ~ 💫💗🏡

Larry Johnson ~ 💫💗🏡

Ashley Campbell ~ 💫💗🏡

Todd Morrison ~ 💫🏡

Travis Phelps ~ 💫💗🏡

The Arcana

Asra Alnazar ~ 💫💗🏡

Julian Devorak ~ 💫💗🏡

Portia Devorak ~ 💫💗🏡

Muriel ~ 💫💗🏡

Nadia Satrinava ~ 💫💗🏡

Lucio ~ 💫💗🏡

— Animated Shows/Movies ₊˚⊹ ᰔ

Adventure Time

Finn the Human Adventure ~ 💫💗🏡

Jake the Dog ~ 💫🏡

Princess Bubblegum ~ 💫💗🏡

Prismo the Wish Master ~ 💫💗🏡

Fern ~ 💫💗🏡

Avatar: The Last Airbender

Zuko ~ 💫💗🏡

Azula ~ 💫💗🏡

Sokka ~ 💫💗🏡

Katara ~ 💫💗🏡

Aang ~ 💫🏡

Toph ~ 💫🏡

Jet ~ 💫💗🏡

Bee and puppycat

Bee ~ 💫🏡

Howell Wizard ~ 💫💗🏡

Crispin Wizard ~ 💫💗🏡

Wesley Wizard ~ 💫💗🏡

Cardamon ~ 💫🏡

Big hero 6

Hiro Hamada ~ 💫💗🏡

Cass ~ 💫🏡

Fiona and Cake

Fiona Campbell ~ 💫💗🏡

Marshal Lee ~ 💫💗🏡

Gary ~ 💫💗🏡

Simon Petrikov ~ 💫💗🏡

Gravity Falls

Dipper Pines ~ 💫💗🏡

Mabel Pines ~ 💫🏡

Stanley Pines ~ 💫🏡

Stanford Pines ~ 💫💗🏡

Harry Potter Universe

Harry Potter ~ 💫💗🏡

Hermione Granger ~ 💫💗🏡

Ron Weasley ~ 💫🏡

Fred Weasley ~ 💫🏡

George Weasley ~ 💫🏡

Luna Lovegood ~ 💫💗🏡

Draco Malfoy ~ 💫💗🏡

Newt Scamander ~ 💫💗🏡

Star vs the Forces of Evil

Star Butterfly ~ 💫🏡

Marco Diaz ~ 💫💗🏡

Tom Lucitor ~ 💫💗🏡

Spider-Man: Across the Spiderverse

Miles Morales (Earth - 42/1610) ~ 💫💗🏡

Gwen Stacy ~ 💫💗🏡

Hobie Brown ~ 💫💗🏡

Pavitr Prabhakar ~ 💫💗🏡

Tales of Arcadia

Douxie ~ 💫💗🏡

Eli Pepperjack ~ 💫💗🏡

Krel ~ 💫💗🏡

The Dragon Prince

Callum ~ 💫💗🏡

Aaravos ~ 💫💗🏡

Rayla ~ 💫💗🏡

— Anime ₊˚⊹ ᰔ

Assassination Classroom

Nagisa Shiota ~ 💫💗🏡

Karma Akabane ~ 💫💗🏡

Gakushu Asano ~ 💫💗🏡

Ryunoske Chiba ~ 💫💗🏡

Tomohito Sugino ~ 💫💗🏡

Yuma Isogai ~ 💫💗🏡

Black Butler

Ciel Phantomhive ~ 💫🏡

Grell Sutcliff ~ 💫💗🏡

Alois Trancy ~ 💫🏡

Finnian ~ 💫💗🏡

Blue Exorcist

Rin Okumura ~ 💫💗🏡

BNA: Brand New Animal

Shirou Ogami ~ 💫💗🏡

Michiru Kagemori ~ 💫🏡

Carole and Tuesday

Rody ~ 💫💗

Death Note

L ~ 💫💗🏡

Misa Amane ~ 💫💗🏡

Touta Matsuda ~ 💫💗🏡

Demon Slayer

Tanjiro Kamado ~ 💫💗🏡

Zenistu Agatsuma ~ 💫💗🏡

Inosuke Hashibira ~ 💫💗🏡

Mitsuri Kanroji ~ 💫💗🏡

Kyojuro Rengoku ~ 💫💗🏡

Muichiro Tokito ~ 💫💗🏡

Genya Shinazugawa ~ 💫💗🏡

Dungeon Meshi

Laois Toudan ~ 💫💗🏡

Haikyuu!!

Shoyo Hinata ~ 💫💗🏡

Tobio Kageyama ~ 💫💗🏡

kenma Kozume ~ 💫💗🏡

Tadashi Yamaguchi ~ 💫💗🏡

Yu Nishinoya ~ 💫💗🏡

Jujustu Kaisen

Yuji Itadori ~ 💫💗🏡

Megumi Fushiguro ~ 💫💗🏡

Nobara Kugisaki ~ 💫💗🏡

Inumaki ~ 💫💗🏡

Junpei ~ 💫💗🏡

Mob Psycho 100

Shigeo Kageyama (aka mob) ~ 💫💗🏡

Ritsu Kageyama ~ 💫💗🏡

Reigen Arataka ~ 💫💗🏡

Teruki Hanazawa ~ 💫💗🏡

Tome Kurata ~ 💫💗🏡

Tsubomi Takane ~ 💫💗🏡

My Hero Academia

Izuku Midoriya ~ 💫💗🏡

Shoto Todoroki ~ 💫💗🏡

Katsuki Bakugo ~ 💫🏡

Ochako Uraraka ~ 💫💗🏡

Hitoshi Shinso ~ 💫💗🏡

Neito Monoma ~ 💫💗🏡

Tamaki Amajiki ~ 💫💗🏡

Fumikage Tokoyami ~ 💫💗🏡

Denki Kaminari ~ 💫💗🏡

Momo Yaoyorozu ~ 💫💗🏡

Yuga Aoyama ~ 💫💗🏡

Eijiro Kirishima ~ 💫💗🏡

Tenya Iida ~ 💫💗🏡

Santa Sero ~ 💫💗🏡

Mezo Shoji ~ 💫💗🏡

All Might ~ 💫🏡

Present Mic ~ 💫🏡

Shota Aizawa ~ 💫🏡

Midnight ~ 💫🏡

My Love Story !!

Makoto Sunakawa ~ 💫💗🏡

Rinko Yamato ~ 💫💗🏡

Takeo Gouda ~ 💫💗🏡

Naruto

Naruto Uzumaki ~ 💫💗🏡

Sasuke Uchiha ~ 💫💗🏡

Sakura Haruno ~ 💫💗🏡

Rock Lee ~ 💫💗🏡

Shino Aburame ~ 💫💗🏡

Gaara ~ 💫💗🏡

Sai Yamanaka ~ 💫💗🏡

Ouran Highschool Host Club

Haruhi Fujioka ~ 💫💗🏡

Tamaki Suoh ~ 💫💗🏡

Takashi Morinozuka (aka Mori) ~ 💫💗🏡

Kyoya Ootori ~ 💫💗🏡

Kaoru Hitachiin ~ 💫💗🏡

Honey Senpai ~ 💫💗🏡

Ritsu Kasanoda ~ 💫💗🏡

Umehito Nekozawa ~ 💫💗🏡

Sk8 the Infinity

Miya Chinen ~ 💫🏡

Spy x Family

Yor Briar ~ 💫💗🏡

Loid Forger ~ 💫💗🏡

Anya Forger ~ 💫🏡

Yuri Briar ~ 💫💗🏡

Frankie Franklin ~ 💫💗🏡

The Disastrous Life of Saiki K.

Kusuo Saiki ~ 💫💗🏡

Shun Kaido ~ 💫💗🏡

Riki Nendou ~ 💫🏡

Kokomi Teruhashi ~ 💫💗🏡

Kusuke Saiki ~ 💫💗🏡

Tiger and Bunny

Ivan Karelin ~ 💫💗🏡

Toilet Bound Hanako-Kun

Hanako ~ 💫🏡

Nene Yashiro ~ 💫🏡

Kou Minamoto ~ 💫🏡

Mitsuba ~ 💫🏡

Welcome to Demon School!! Iruma Kun

Iruma Suzuki ~ 💫💗🏡

Asmodeus Alice ~ 💫💗🏡

Clara Valac ~ 💫💗🏡

Sullivan ~ 💫🏡

Balam Shichirou ~ 💫🏡

Opera ~ 💫💗🏡

Kalego Naberius ~ 💫💗🏡

Shax Lied ~ 💫💗🏡

Ameri Azazel ~ 💫💗🏡

Yuri On Ice

Yuri Plisetsky (aka Yurio) ~ 💫💗🏡

— Tv Shows/k-Dramas/Movies ₊˚⊹ ᰔ

All of Us are Dead

Han Gyeong-su ~ 💫💗🏡

Lee Cheong-san ~ 💫💗🏡

Lee Su-hyeok/ Bare-su ~ 💫💗🏡

Maze runner

Minho ~ 💫💗🏡

Newt ~ 💫💗🏡

The Umbrella Academy

Luther Hargreeves ~ 💫🏡

Diego Hargreeves ~ 💫🏡

Ben Hargreeves ~ 💫💗🏡

Five Hargreeves ~ 💫💗🏡

Viktor Hargreeves ~ 💫🏡

Allison Hargreeves ~ 💫🏡

Klaus Hargreeves ~ 💫🏡

— webcomic/comics ₊˚⊹ ᰔ

DC

Damian Wayne ~ 💫💗🏡

Bruce Wayne ~ 💫🏡

Jason Todd ~ 💫💗🏡

Tim Drake ~ 💫💗🏡

Dick Grayson ~ 💫💗🏡

Jon Kent ~ 💫💗🏡

Connor Kent ~ 💫💗🏡

Rebirth

Neo Collins ~ 💫🏡

Noah Collins ~ 💫💗🏡

Return of the Blossoming Blade

Cheongmyeong ~ 💫💗🏡

Unordinary

John ~ 💫💗🏡

Seraphina ~ 💫💗🏡

Isen ~ 💫💗🏡

Blyke ~ 💫💗🏡

— Books ₊˚⊹ ᰔ

Percy Jackson

Percy Jackson ~ 💫💗🏡

Leo Valdez ~ 💫💗🏡

Nico Di Angelo ~ 💫💗🏡

Jason Grace ~ 💫💗🏡

Piper McLean ~ 💫💗🏡

Hazel Levesque ~ 💫💗🏡

Annabeth Chase ~ 💫💗🏡

Clarisse La Rue ~ 💫🏡

Will Solace ~ 💫💗🏡

Octavian ~ 💫💗🏡

[agerechococat]

strawpage

hiii :3 im beo (short for beowulf) !! im a minor, and umm i dont really regress to a specific age, im just little guy ehehe

im trans + autistic + therian + plural etc... !! my regression is typically affected by plural stuff... usually im puppy but i havent been As puppy lately. dunno hejehe

i rlly like wild/card & sanrio rn :3 my favs are luckduo & chococat respectively!! i lovelove LOVE chococat hes the best....

main is @wouldwulfie!

nsfw, bigots, zionists, etc dni . ill just block if i dont like u <3

tags below th cut ^_^

regressed - #🧸 kinda regressed - #🐻

sys tags apollo/polly - #🐾 asriel - #🌼 beo - n/a chococat - #🍫 dipper - #🌲 friend - #💙 jaiden - #🐦 steven - #💗

[almacambiondaughterofsaleos]

I think Mabel would be very supportive of Dipper and Pacifica's relationship.

Hell, I imagine Mabel calling Pacifica her "future sister-in-law." 💗

Dah. I love it.