#drifting dimensions au

[ahkylous]

THe People Have Spoken!!

I have an unhealthy obsession with drawing mabel, and one way to keep doing that and remain interesting is to spice it up by drawing every mabel in the Lost Legends Don't Dimension It comic. Will I finish it? Probably not, but I'll try.

Here are the og images

[hanjisick]

chemical infatuation

genre. yandere au. patient!jisung x researcher!reader

desc. jisung takes part in a high-paying yet sketchy study with seemingly no risks, but the injection causes him to quickly grow obsessed with the daytime staff member assigned to his study.

warnings. needles. vomit. murder.

wc. 3.5k

“is it a bad time to tell you that i’m a little claustrophobic?” your patient, han jisung, nervously shifted in his seat, fiddling with the hem of his sweater.

“we have to keep you in this containment during our research.“

the containment room, with its dim lighting and cushioned walls, seemed to close in on him. the dimensions felt constricting, heightening the anxiety surging through his veins.

every inch of the space was under surveillance, every move to be meticulously scrutinized by the watchful eyes of researchers.

what a sketchy situation. but it was better than he had expected from a craigslist ad that he had chanced upon.

the snap of your rubber gloves pulled him away from his thoughts, “it isn’t too late to back out, we have a few more candidates willing to take your place.”

500 million won. that was enough for him to do anything.

“i’m fine. i’m ready.”

“alright then, pull your arm out of your sweater for me.”

“i have a tank top underneath.” the boy shuffled out of the sweater and placed it onto his lap.

“and as the paperwork says, you have no allergies, anaphylaxis, or any history of mental illness?”

“nope.”

he flinched as the cool alcohol pad met his bicep.

“the medication we are testing for you should not hurt you much as far as we are concerned,” you began prepping the needle and syringe, “the only side effects that we predict could be a minor headache for a couple of days. it is not dangerous.”

jisung closed his eyes as you squeezed his arm slightly, pushing the needle through his skin.

you gently placed the gauze onto his arm, “finished. how do you feel immediately?”

“normal. a little shaken up from nerves, but no problems. what do i do now?”

“you’ll be watched for a month. the only restrictions are that you aren’t allowed to leave this room or use any devices.”

the idea of isolation and confinement weighed a bit heavily on him, but he was determined to see it through.

you motion towards the mattress in the corner, “we will change your bedding twice throughout the month. let us know if you are uncomfortable with the temperature of the room, need extra bedding, or anything else.”

jisung nodded.

“let us know if you need to use the bathroom and we will temporarily disable the cameras for your privacy. but we will take urine samples if we deem it necessary.”

“and what about food?”

“you’ll be fed three meals per day, with two snacks.”

“thank you. that’s all i need to know,” he paused for a moment, “other than your name. what’s your name?”

“y/n l/n,” you gather your paperwork, “your personal belongings will be returned once we go through to make sure there is nothing that could alter our research.”

the door had closed and locked, leaving jisung alone in the room with just his thoughts to keep him company until his stuff was given back to him.

Beginning Notes

Han Jisung (Male)

23 years old, no known medical problems

Acterenol, Administered 16:38, 5/17/25.

Intramuscular, Upper Arm

Notes: Jisung feels nervous about receiving the injection. Administered at 16:38 with no noted side effects.

you watched the boy through the array of cameras placed strategically throughout the room as he lay on the mattress. his sweater was haphazardly discarded across the room, a seemingly small attempt to make himself more comfortable in the sterile, plain environment.

despite the initial nerves of a new medication, nothing had seemed to happen. at the fifteen-minute mark, you stepped away from the cameras for a moment— if there were to be a severe sudden reaction, it would have manifested by now, you reasoned.

throughout your shift, your attention continued to drift back to the screens displaying jisung’s every move. with each glance, you found him engaged in various activities—doodling, writing in a journal, or simply staring off into space, lost in thought.

nothing seemed to go wrong. perhaps this medication would be approved.

Overnight Notes

Han Jisung (Male)

23 years old, no known medical problems

Acterenol, Administered 16:38, 5/17/25.

Intramuscular, Upper Arm

Notes: Jisung ate all of dinner and requested night snacks. He had slept well. No side effects were recorded.

you press the bright red button, lowering your mouth to the microphone.

“how is everything down there? any side effects?”

“y/n? is that you speaking?”

“yes,” you were surprised that the boy had remembered your name, “what are your symptoms?”

“you should come into the room to speak with me. i’m lonely here.”

“i have to record your symptoms. i can’t come down there unless i know that you’re stable.”

the microphone had only barely picked up his sigh. “i’m normal.”

“any headaches? dizziness? dry throat?”

“nope. nothing. everything’s fine. just lonely.”

you sigh. he seemed normal. he was lying in bed, staring up at one of the cameras.

so it was fine, right?

you push open the door, greeted by the grinning patient on his mattress.

“you smell nice. what products do you use?”

what an odd conversation starter. “nothing special. just a lavender-scented body wash.”

he nods. “the overnight staff were fine, but i think that i prefer you. i can’t put my finger on it quite yet.”

was jisung naturally this blunt with his words? or was he flirting with you?

“what do you plan to do during your stay here?”

he leans back against the cushioned wall, “i compose songs for artists. i figured that it would be easy to get a lot of work done in here.”

“i see. is that your songwriting journal then?” you eye the small black book and pen next to him.

he takes the pen into his hand, “yup. it’s one of the few things that i brought here.”

“you’ll have to show me some of your work sometime throughout the month.”

“you can look at my work now,” he grins, clicking the pen, “my name is HAN. look me up.”

the name stays in your mind as you exit the room and lock the door. you find your way back to your seat at the cameras to supervise the man, pulling your lunch out of your back.

one hand holds a sandwich as the other browses through safari, looking at the songs that your patient had composed.

you hadn’t heard any of them, but perhaps it would be a good idea to look into the lyrics. it would give you things to talk about with him for the following month.

the rest of the shift was boring. you watched as he wrote in his notebook, ate his food, hummed to himself— nothing interesting.

the most intriguing thing that you experienced was the occasional ‘help!’ button being pressed, only for the man to announce that he needed to take a piss.

your misery was ended once your coworker entered the room, placing his keys and bag down on the table.

a sigh of relief left you, “thank god. it’s so boring.”

“thanks for the warning.”

Overnight Notes

Han Jisung (Male)

23 years old, no known medical problems

Acterenol, Administered 16:38, 5/17/25.

Intramuscular, Upper Arm

Notes: Jisung ate all of dinner and requested no night snack. Awoke at 01:00 and 03:00. Specified no reason for waking. Special request for morning staff: Deliver lavender-scented body wash.

your eyes stared down at the note with slightly widened eyes.

perhaps he had good intentions, perhaps your defenses were just too high. after all, he might just like the scent of lavender like you did.

“good morning. any headaches? dizziness? dry throat?”

“my arm is a little sore, and i’m a bit restless, but that is all.”

you record his answers— finally something to write down.

“i saw your request from last night. i’ll get a staff member to deliver your body wash. did you run out? i’m sure we gave you enough.”

“i still have some. i just wanted to try yours out.”

how strange.

“you’re coming down to see me today, right?”

“not today. i want to see if your symptoms worsen throughout the day. it’s best to be careful.”

you watch through the camera as he slumps back, visibly disappointed.

today, the boy had begun to act a little bit differently. every couple of minutes, he would stop his writing to look up at the camera.

you would hold eye contact with him for a few moments, even though he couldn’t see you before he would look back down again with a large grin that wasn’t on his face before.

soon, the bottle of body wash was delivered to his room.

“y/n! is that you?” he jumped out of bed as the lock clicked, only to be disappointed to see a man in a mask and gloves leave it right inside of the door.

he crept towards the bottle, snapping the lid off, holding it up to his nose, then inhaling deeply.

“it smells like you.”

you clenched your teeth, writing down the reactions.

walking over towards the center of the room, he peeled his t-shirt off his frame, then pulled down his sweatpants and boxers in one go.

you shrieked, slamming the buttons to disable the camera.

he was supposed to tell you when he needed privacy.

with shaky hands, you began to jot down his behaviors.

once ten minutes had passed, you turned the camera back on in hopes that he was decent again. this time, you had enabled the camera with caution, only to see that he was showering.

you disable it once again and decide that this would be a good time to have lunch.

the image of the naked man was etched into your mind as you tried to force the salad down your throat.

it was a good thirty minutes until you got the courage to turn the camera back on, sighing in relief as you saw him on his bed with sweatpants on once again.

jisung stared up at the ceiling with hooded eyes, chest rising and falling— you weren’t sure what was going through his mind.

you press the button. “everything alright in there?”

he perked up, “y/n, everything is just fine. i wish you were in here, though, instead of behind that stupid camera.”

you bite your lip uncomfortably, unsure of how to respond.

changing the subject would be best.

“lunch will be delivered soon.”

“good. i’m a bit hungry.”

you take your finger off of the button, sitting back in your seat, waiting for your shift to be over.

Overnight Notes

Han Jisung (Male)

23 years old, no known medical problems

Acterenol, Administered 16:38, 5/17/25.

Intramuscular, Upper Arm

Notes: Jisung ate most of dinner and requested no night snack. Had difficulty falling and staying asleep. Awoke many times to journal. Refused conversation about his symptoms.

“y/n? you’re here, right? right?”

you had only just opened the door to the surveillance room, met with his muffled voice through the speakers.

“y/n? y/n? baby? my beautiful doll?”

the nickname caught you off guard, breath caught in your throat.

before answering, you grabbed the pen off the desk to jot down the behavior. this was not normal.

he stared directly into the camera. “i know you’re here. i journaled the minutes until he would leave and you would replace him.”

your legs shook as you took a seat.

why were you so nervous? it wasn’t like you were in danger. the door was locked. his body language did not seem hostile.

but his eyes told a different story. they were dark, crazed, restless.

“doll? can you hear me? can you hear me?”

your voice stuttered, “what are your symptoms?”

“i missed your voice, y/n.”

“any headaches? dizziness? dry throat?”

“none,” jisung answered quickly, “so you can come down and see me, right?”

you lied through your teeth. “not today. we are still a bit worried about yesterday’s symptoms.”

“fuck!” his forehead hit against the wall.

you took your finger away from the button.

he balled his hand into a fist before hurling it towards the same wall.

jisung crumbles to the floor. “i can’t take it anymore.”

“are you alright? are you in pain? do you need help?” you grasp your pen with an unsteady hand, “tell me what’s going on. talk to me.”

“i need to see you again, i waited all night just for you to tell me no.”

“it’s for the safety of you and myself.”

his voice was barely above a raspy whisper, “i promise i won’t hurt you, i’d never hurt you. i couldn’t hurt you.”

“jisung,” you started sternly, “i’m unable to see you. please abide by the rules of the study.”

“can’t i quit?”

“you signed a form stating that unless there is a medical emergency, you aren’t to leave this room. i’m quite not sure that you’re in your right state of mind right now.”

“i would be fine if you’d let me see you again.”

it was pointless to argue with the man, so you let go of the button, jotting down the conversation.

jisung did not eat, speak, or move from his spot that day.

Overnight Notes

Han Jisung (Male)

23 years old, no known medical problems

Acterenol, Administered 16:38, 5/17/25.

Intramuscular, Upper Arm

Notes: Jisung ate no dinner and requested no night snack. Did not sleep through the night. Refused conversation.

“doll, you’re back.” his raspy voice announced your presence just as you opened the door as if he was in the room with you.

on the camera, he was spread out in the middle of the floor like a starfish. his blonde hair covered his face, but you could still see the eye bags forming under his sunken eyes.

“i have a bit of a headache. i’m dizzy. my throat is dry,” he answered your questions for you, “will i get to see you today, doll?”

you were a bit afraid to answer, hesitating as you pressed the button, “i’m sorry. no.”

“but i will be able to see you after the study, right? after the study you’ll marry me, right?”

your heart dropped into your stomach at the words.

“i have a partner, jisung.”

“i know,” he smiled lightly, “it’s me. but soon i’ll be your husband, right?”

this was too much. you felt sick. you needed to alert the rest of the team and let someone else take over this case. hell, you might even quit your job.

“imagine you as han y/n. it sounds beautiful, doesn’t it?”

his crazed voice rang through your ears as you stood up from your seat.

“nobody else has ever made me feel this way, do you know that? all i want is you. and i’ve only seen you twice. isn’t that absurd? love is just so beautiful.”

his words caused you to still. you felt like a deer in headlights.

“do you think the shot is what made me crazy? because ever since we met eyes after you gave it to me, i couldn’t stop thinking about you. about your touch, even through the gloves. all of my songs have been about you. i even drew you.”

waves of nausea came crashing down on you.

“i can’t wait until i’m finally out of here. i can finally have you all to myself. i’ll kill that night staff for taking you away from me.”

jisung scoffed at the thought of him, “and he’s the one who gets the pleasure of passing by you every day? do you like him? i’ll gouge his eyes out and wear his skin if you like him more than me, hm?”

you raced towards the trash can in the corner of the room, stomach churning as your breakfast came right out of your mouth.

the smell was putrid, acidic, disgusting. but not as disgusting as the words of the sick man behind the camera.

“did you watch me shower, my love? i don’t mind if you did. your lavender body wash felt so good on my body, i imagined it was you in there with me, washing my body yourself—“

you ran out of the room, slamming the door behind you.

“he’s crazy! he’s gone mad!” you point towards the surveillance room, tears streaming down your face as you try to explain the situation to the nearest person that you can find.

“calm down. go to the break room. i’ll alert the rest and we’ll handle it.”

“you’ll be okay,” a staff member reassures, handing you a much-needed drink from the vending machine, “he won’t be able to escape. we will detain him and try to get him any help that we can.”

“even aside from how creepy he was, i just feel terrible, you know? i gave him that shot.”

“it isn’t your fault. he knew what he was getting into. we tried our best to determine the effects. there was no way of knowing.”

although he was right, guilt and horror still ate you up as you rested your head in your hands.

“this is why our job is important, so that only one person gets hurt instead of an entire population of people.”

“what a shitty job.”

he laughed as he got up, “tell me about it. i’m gonna go see what i can do to help. let us know if you need anything.”

the door closes and you lay your head down on the table, closing your eyes.

all you could think about was the man and his words.

‘i can’t wait until i’m finally out of here. i can finally have you all to myself. i’ll kill that night staff for taking you away from me.’

would he be able to leave? would he be able to get over this love sickness? is it reversible? nobody knew anything about it. the only thing that could be done is watching him.

it only seemed to get worse over the days, and you didn’t want to know what he would be like at the end of the month.

Overnight Notes

Han Jisung (Male)

23 years old, psychosis

Acterenol, Administered 16:38, 5/17/25.

Intramuscular, Upper Arm

Notes: Jisung ate no dinner and requested no night snack. Did not sleep through the night. Refused conversation aside from asking for previous staff, Y/N L/N.

you no longer worked with jisung. instead, you had been assigned to a new case.

“it isn’t too late to back out, we have a few more candidates willing to take your place.”

“i’m not nervous. go ahead and inject me, doctor,” the patient joked, pulling her sleeve up.

“and as the paperwork says, your only allergy is mild reaction to shellfish, but no anaphylaxis or any history of mental illness?”

“all correct.”

you were wiping her bicep with alcohol when the door had opened, screams piercing your ears from outside of the soundproof room.

“y/n?”

blood dripped onto the floor from his heaving form, eyes bloodshot and locked right on your form. in his hand, he held a loaded handgun, the smell of gun powder seeping into the room.

the patient in front of you screeched, immediately making a run for it before her brains were splattered across the room.

your ears rung from the shot, standing stalk still as jisung approached you.

everything was moving too quickly. you couldn’t process a single thing. your head was spinning. you needed to survive.

“please, i’ll do anything, don’t hurt me.”

“i told you. i won’t hurt you, i’d never hurt you. i couldn’t hurt you.” a bloody hand ran through your hair, taking advantage of your frozen figure.

“i can’t believe i’m so close to you right now.” his nose buried into your neck and you could feel the cold metal of the gun pressing against your back.

“they’re all dead. and you’re back.”

he dropped the gun to the floor, fishing through his pocket.

before you could register what was happening, jisung had already lodged a needle into your arm.

“sleep tight, my doll, i’ll get us out of here.”

[aiakosm]

Drifting Stars AU: Mabel gets sucked into the portal before Stanford could come out and the portal shuts down, leaving her in that dimension with Ford while Stan and Dipper have to find a way to turn that portal back on.

(New one that I just saw) Reverse Drifting Stars AU: Ford comes back but the portal doesn’t turn off and it’s Stan and Dipper that get sucked in instead (although from the comment I read, it was just Dipper that gets sucked in which is also heartbreaking).

Other Gravity Falls AU’s if you’re confused>

Reverse Falls AU: their personalities are reversed and instead of the happy silly Pines family that you know and love, they’re the manipulative arrogant Gleeful family that everyone hates. The Pines (read: The Gleefuls) are cold-hearted and (in most cases) has the Reversed-version of Bill wrapped around their finger. Reversed-Bill Cipher (named Will Cipher) is a whiny, sensitive, baby-like version of the dream demon.

Fight Falls AU: Everything is almost the same, except for the fact that Mabel and Dipper can fight well. They got into a lot of trouble at their school and was sent to Gravity Falls so that more trouble wouldn’t happen. Dipper and Mabel are great fighters and have a much more sensitive temper but Dipper is still a nerd and Mabel still has a fun imagination (Just more secretly) Bill Cipher (Named Kill Cipher) loves violence—which isn’t out of character—and is mostly there to not only torment the town but also encourage the twin’s violent nature.

Monster Falls AU: Everyone’s a creature! You can switch up what creatures these characters are but most of the fandom has agreed that Dipper is a deer centaur , Mabel is either a mermaid or a unicorn, Stanley is a gargoyle, Ford is a Greek-style Sphinx, Wendy is a werefox or a moth-person, Soos is a clay golem, Gideon is usually a vampire, Pacifica is either a gorgon or a unicorn, Robbie is a zombie, etc. Bill Cipher is a humanoid hunter with a triangle-shaped head.

Reunion Falls AU: this is Mabel and Dipper but they’re separated at birth. Dipper usually lives in the mystery shack and it’s Mabel that visits years later for the summer.

Relativity Falls AU: Everyone’s age and role is switched. Stanford and Stanley are now the young pine twins going to visit their great uncle Dipper and great aunt Mabel (or just Great Aunt Mabel if you decide to have Dipper lost in the portal) for the summer. (Personal favorite simply because I like the older Mabel and younger Stanley dynamic).

Nightmare Falls AU: In this one, Dipper and Mabel are raised by Bill Cipher in a dimension called the nightmare dimension, and are demons. Dipper is depicted as popular but mean, only cares about helping his twin and causing chaos. Mabel is depicted as shy, creative, and secretly more powerful than she lets on (although they are both supposed to be equally powerful but whatever). Bill Cipher, their adoptive parent, encourages their violent and chaotic tendencies. Not many people touch up on this AU. But many should.

Transcendence AU: This one is really popular. If you’ve been in the fandom for longer than a year, you might’ve heard of it. The story often changes but apparently in the original version, Bill dies due to the Transcendence. Before he passes, he leaves a small part of himself in Dipper who turns into a demon. Or half-demon. I think this is where the whole ‘Alcor the dreambender’ thing began (Even though Dipper’s Demon name would just be Ursa Major and he’d be a star demon).

Demonic Twins AU: This time, the twins switch with Bill Cipher. So now Bill Cipher is Bill Pines (maybe Will is there too) and Gideon summons two demons, Mabel and Dipper, who are evil but aren’t as chaotic as the original Bill.

Crystal Falls AU: literally just the Steven Universe mixed with Gravity Falls. They all have different gems and such. I can’t exactly explain it, considering the fact that I’ve never read this AU nor have I watched Steven Universe, but it’s as it sounds.

ANYWAYS THATS ALL FOR NOW, YOU CAN USE THIS POST IF YOU WANT TO TRY AND REMEMBER. LET ME KNOW IF I MISSED ANY AND ILL MAKE EDITS!

[aceofstars16]

I know I’m gonna forget some cause I literally don’t know half of them lol

I’m also going to *attempt* to explain the AUs in case you don’t remember/don’t know what they are (if I mess one of them up it’s cause I don’t know that AU very well 😅)

Timestuck - Mabel gets stuck in the past with mullet Stan (variations can include Dipper also getting stuck in the past, or one or both getting stuck with Ford, basically any AU where the twins meet/get stuck with younger versions of one or both of their grunkles)

Drifting Stars: Mabel gets sucked into the portal at the end of “Not What He Seems” and goes dimension hopping with Ford (meanwhile Dipper and Stan are having a horrible time)

Reverse Falls: The twins and other characters swap personalities, where Mabel is more introverted and Dipper is more extroverted and same with the Stans…I think? (there is also an AU where I think maybe Gideon and Pacifia are good and Mabel and Dipper are bad but I genuinely can’t remember what it’s called, I’m sorry if this is what that AU is called but I don’t *think* it is?)

Relativity Falls: The twins roles are swapped, so Mabel and Dipper are older and Stan and Ford are the kids, visiting “Grantie” Mabel while Dipper is in the multiverse

Monster Falls: The characters are monsters instead of humans. I genuinely don’t know much about this AU but lots of people make the characters different monsters so there are probably a bunch of variations

Reverse Portal: Where Stan gets pulled into the portal instead of Ford. I know there are other AUs probably more popular than this one, but like I said I’m not the best as remembering AUs 😂

[mint-fixates]

Going more in depth with my many, very long thoughts on the AU concept I discussed in a previous post, which I'm calling "Domesticated Bill AU" based on a suggestion from the replies (TL;DR it's just a "What if Bill wasn't evil" AU)

First major difference: No Euclydian massacre. Bill doesn't destroy his home dimension, he just gets sick of them trying to suppress his gift and leaves. Something something he still ends up getting trapped in the Nightmare Realm while looking for a more exciting and accepting world

He spends a lot of time partying and getting up to mischief while hanging out with the Henchmaniacs (who still look up to him as a leader, but have more of an equals/genuine friends relationship with him rather than a boss/minion relationship), but after a billion years or so that starts to get boring. When they realize the Nightmare Dimension is unraveling, Bill has the idea to get someone to make a portal for him, like in canon, BUT Weirdmageddon is never part of the plan. He just needs a way to safely get himself and his friends out of the Nightmare Realm before it unravels, no apocalypse required

Bill still has a series of failed partnerships because no one has the technology to build the portal or because they can't match his freak and get fed up with him and call the deal off. But there's no evil retribution on anyone who fails to make it. He's chaotic neutral at worst, so most of his impact on history is similar to canon!Bill helping the Salem witches free themselves- but because of Earth's societal standards and expectations, he still gets painted as evil for these sorts of acts.

Bill meets Stanford under the same circumstances- Ford finds out about him and summons him to help when he hits a roadblock in his research (though he finds him through different means since there's no shaman warning/prophecy). The only initial difference is that Bill is fully honest about the intention of the portal, because he has nothing to hide.

Bill is still a bit emotionally immature and jealous of Fiddleford but generally their relationship is much healthier. Ford still worships and puts Bill on a pedestal at first, but as they get closer over time he realizes that they're equals, kindred spirits. Bill delights in having someone and who finds his weirdness intriguing and endearing rather than being put off by it. They both love having someone they can relate to, someone on a similar level of intelligence, someone they never have to filter themselves around, and with all that in mind it's really inevitable that they fall for each other.

The portal is a success, and Ford makes a ton of money and earns his place in scientific history for his brilliant discovery, but credits Bill with half the workload since he can now prove Bill is, y'know, real and not a hallucination. People are still a bit weirded out by Bill and prefer the idea of a human success story, so as far as the press is concerned, it was 99% Stanford. Fiddleford is not credited at his own request, preferring to live a quiet life while knowing he helped make the world a bit better.

Fiddleford is still crushing hard on an oblivious Ford throughout the portal-building process like canon implies, but once the portal finished and Ford can introduce him to/explain his relationship with Bill, Fidds gracefully bows out and goes back to working on making personal computers and on focusing on his family. He and Ford are still good friends and regularly email and call each other which Bill hates but begrudgingly tolerates

Bill and his friends take a tour of the multiverse to decide where they want to settle, but Bill's thoughts keep drifting back to Stanford. Ford is also touring the multiverse for research purposes, which has disrupted their ability to communicate mentally, and Bill realizes how much he misses him. They both eventually go back to Dimension 46'\ and get married. Bill finds Earth a bit boring sometimes and occasionally goes on vacations to other dimensions with Ford and/or the Henchmaniacs, but "home" for him and Ford is always Gravity Falls.

Stanley calls Ford to congratulate him on his success and they reconnect, both apologizing for their fight. Ford finds out that Stanley is homeless and immediately hires him as his publicist since he's constantly being bombarded with interview requests and the like. Stanley ends up getting his own place in Gravity Falls to be closer to work and his brother.

Dipper and Mabel's parents are going through some Things™ and decide to send the twins off to live it up with their rich, successful Grunkle Ford for the summer. Gravity Falls is still weird but the twins now have a great uncle who actively encourages and assists them on all their weird supernatural and conspiratorial adventures. And, of course, their weird extradimensional triangle great-uncle-in-law is more than happy to help them cause some trouble and solve some mysteries too (Bill 10000% helped Mabel kidnap Sev'ral Timez and hide them from Ford, suggested using the Lilliputtians to cheat in her mini-golf game against Pacifica, etc.)

Stanley and his personal assistant Soos still make frequent appearances at Ford's house, and Wendy is also there (haven't quite figured out how she fits into this yet), so Dipper and Mabel are still close with all of them like in canon

Mabel still meets and becomes besties with Candy and Grenda, just under different circumstances.

Pacifica's parents initially contact Stanford to hire him to dispose of their ghost problem, but he passes it off to Dipper because he and Bill are going to visit Bill's parents in Euclydia. So NWMM/Pacifica's character development plays out mostly the same way as canon

Gideon still meets and becomes obsessed with Mabel, but without the journals as a source of power and motivation, he has no ambition to steal the Shack or means to almost kill Dipper. He's still kind of a stalker towards Mabel but a mostly harmless one- especially after Ford, Bill, and Stanley find out he's been bothering her and have a Friendly Chat with him.

The journals still exist, but they're not hidden, they're just chilling on Ford's bookshelf. He originally intended to publish them but forgot about it with all the hype around the portal. Ford gives them to Dipper to help out with the twins' adventures for when he's busy and can't go help them personally.

[yujateaandpi]

Sooo just to clarify this isn't like the drifting stars au where Mable gets sucked into the portal duringthat one episode. Ford was in gravity falls for a bit of the summer until something happen??

Btw love your art can't way to cry to it!

No, and to those who keep asking, I want to make it very clear that I had no idea what the drifting stars au was before I drew the first page. This is brain soup pairing to the Don't Dimension It comic in the Lost Legends book when Mabel gets sucked into a leftover Weirdmaggedon rift to the multiverse. Except in this AU, Ford goes with her. They lollygag for a week of silly adventures trying to get back home, expecting that this is something they can scrapbook about before the summer ends. But when they return home... well.

[wow-its-me]

My TikTok has been taken over by different versions of a “drifting stars” AU, so here’s my version of that, that I think could actually work within the show

“Gruncle Stan, I trust you”

A man steps trough the portal as Mable is pulled in, knocking them both back into the other dimension before the portal closes

After a moment of quiet, Dipper starts to yell at Stan, asking him questions, implying that Stan somehow knew this would happen and didn’t care about the end of the world

Stan remarks that this is why he needed the kids to stay out of the way, he’s already back by the portal trying to work on getting it open again

Dipper goes to look at it, accuse is Gruncle some more, but he feels a hand on his shoulder. Soos asks him to go upstairs, worried that it isn’t safe down here.

Dipper goes to his room, Soos sleeps on the couch that night

1st drifting stars episode

Mable is immediately attacked by some sort of monster, Ford steps in to save her, Mable is able to help with some quick creative thinking

Early the next morning, Stan checks in on Dipper, who’s flipped from angry to worried. Stan apologizes and reassures him that it isn’t his fault, he’ll answer any question he has.

Soos, Stan, and Dipper sit around the table while Ford and Mable sit around a firepit

And this is where we get a tale of two Stan’s! Bouncing back between Ford and Stan’s perspective

2

A few days have gone by.

Ford is getting increasingly annoyed with Mable, which makes sense because he hasn’t been around anyone in 30 years, now he’s responsible for a 12 year old.

Mable thinks Ford thinks she’s not capable, the two go on a mission to get a part for something Fords building, Mable uses this opportunity to try to prove herself. It ends with them saving the day, learning to trust each other

Meanwhile in Gravity Falls, Dipper is becoming depressed and obsessed with getting his sister back. He’s wearing a sweater she made for him. Stan, very worried about him, sends him on a nonsense task with Soos, and Wendy (who had stopped by the shack to ask why it’s been closed)

Through this task Dipper thinks Stan is going to send him back to California, it ends with them having a conversation about it, and deciding what to tell his parents

3

Ford finally tells Mabel his plans for getting the two back to Gravity Falls, and what they need to do to make it happen.

Uh-oh a monster/bill?? steps in and tries to mess it up. They’re able to get away. Mable is injured (not badly) and finally has to face that she isn’t safe anymore, and she has no idea when she’ll get home. She has a bit of a breakdown, and Ford tries to comfort her

One/both of Dipper and Mabel’s parents show up in gravity falls, worried that one of their children has gone missing. Dipper tries to convince them that he needs to stay, which only worries them more.

It ends with them deciding it would be worse to try to take him away from the support system he has in this town

They don’t stay, but they’ll be closer by if needed

4

Oceans 11 style heist. Stan and Dipper get the help from the people of gravity falls to help them steal more radioactive materials (Wendy, Soos, Robbie, Candy and Grenda, Mcgucket, Lazy Susan, Pacifica, Shmebulock)

Meanwhile Mable and Ford deal with a more lighthearted interdimensional monster

5

Some more plot but by the end of the episode they get the portal open, with efforts by all four of them

Mabel steps through holding fords hand

The argument between Stan and Ford is put on hold as they reunite with Mable

She hugs Dipper first, and she’s quite, really quiet.

They all sleep in the living room that night

Except for Ford, who stays in the basement

6

A plot - Dipper and Mable both want everything to go back to how it was, so they take the journal into the woods and try to have a classic adventure. In the end they learn that they can’t just ignore everything they went through, and it’s clear that neither of them are the same as before. They find the importance of talking about their feelings

B plot- Stan and Ford have the fight they did in the original show… they do not come to the conclusions that their younger counterparts did

C plot- Wendy and Soos set up a welcome home party for Mable (and Ford)

(Then it goes into the d&d&d episode)

[carolperkinsexgirlfriend]

Steddie Upside-Down AU Part 59

Part 1 Part 58

“Please, Steve!” Nancy’s wheedling voice drifts to Eddie as he rounds the corner. “Jonathan already said no because he’s trick-or-treating, so it’s just going to be me and Barb.”

Steve’s leaning against his locker, frowning down at Nancy. It’s reminiscent of the year before, when the pair were circling each other like monkeys in heat, only it’s knocked on its head. Maybe even…upside down. Eddie chuckles, sidling up to lean against Steve by the lockers, knocking their shoulders together. A united front in the face of a determined Nancy Wheeler.

“Are you saying Barb’s not enough for you, Miss Wheeler?” Eddie asks, faux shocked. He puts a hand to his chest, swooning into Steve’s side just to make him laugh.

Nancy rolls her eyes. “Obviously not.” She’s clearly exasperated by Eddie’s presence. Somehow, almost a year of being friend’s-once-removed hasn’t warmed either of them up. Although, if all the interdimensional ass-kicking couldn’t do it, why would anything else? “It’s just–” she trails off, looking down at the books she has clasped daintily to her chest.

Eddie can almost feel Steve thawing beside him. God damn it. “Just what?” he asks softly.

Nancy peeks up at him from beneath her eyelashes. She doesn’t even look at Eddie. What a conniving little twerp. “Neither of us have been to a party since, well–” she stalls, tucking a curl behind her ear. “You know.” She whispers the last bit, looking around like she expects the men in suits to burst out of the walls because she mentioned a party from last year.

Steve stiffens next to him. Eddie takes a surreptitious step closer, glaring down at Nancy. Not that she has the decency to even notice. “None of us have gone to a party since, Wheeler,” he hisses.

Steve elbows him in the ribs. Like he’s the problem in this scenario. Eddie backs down, slumping down into the lockers and crossing his arms with a loud huff. Time to let Mommy and Daddy figure it out. Eddie grimaces, disgusted by his own thoughts.

Steve sighs, rubbing his face vigorously with his hands. “One hour,” he says, muffled through his palms.

“Seriously?” Eddie demands.

“Yes!” Nancy says, raising her hand in a tiny fist pump that would’ve been endearing on literally anyone else. “I’ll see you there!” She’s beaming as she turns around, walking away with a new bounce in her step.

“Where are we going?” Eddie demands.

Steve lowers his palms, sliding them down his skin, slowly revealing each tantalizing bit of his perfect face. “Were you invited?” Steve asks, turning and walking away.

“Dude, I know where you sleep!” He does not shout out in the halls of Hawkins High in bumfuck Indiana that where he sleeps is with Eddie in his bed. He has some self-preservation left.

Steve laughs, elbowing him in the ribs again. Same spot, too, the asshole. “Tina’s Halloween party?”

“Are you serious?” When Steve nods, he continues. “Ugh, Stevie, you’ve gotta stop letting Wheeler shoehorn you into these things. She’s the worst!” Eddie whines, drawing out the vowels in ‘worst’ past recognition.

“She’s not that bad,” Steve says, but he’s smiling. “You’re just her like–what’s it called? That stuff that always trips up Superman. Dustin mentioned it?”

He looks over at Eddie, a cute look of puzzlement on his face. Eddie wants to boop his nose, so he does, watching as Steve goes cross-eyed trying to follow the movement. “You mean Kryptonite?”

Steve snaps his fingers, smiling dorkily. “That’s it!”

Eddie’s heart flops pitifully in his ribcage. What a fucking nerd, dear god. “Okay, but do we have to go to a stupid party because Nancy Wheeler of all people wants us to?”

Steve shrugs, still smiling as they walk down the emptying corridors. “Last time we got kidnapped by a monster from a hell dimension, so really, Munson.” Steve claps his arm around Eddie’s shoulders, rubbing his hair like he’s one of the bastard children. “Things can only go up from here!”

Eddie can’t help the way he almost shrieks with laughter, almost bringing Steve down with the way he goes boneless. “You’re a total jinx!”

“Maybe, but you love me!”

Steve Harrington says it nonchalantly, like he’s not currently holding him up off the cold linoleum. Eddie’s heart does an unfortunate splitter splatter splat at Steve’s feet. Because fuck. He does.

Part 60

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[in1-nutshell]

Hi! can you do request of Tf Crossover of these Buddies And also them meeting each other?

Ophelia (TFP Megatron's daughter w/ the opposite personality), Ironhold (G1 Megatron's kid), and Fearless Buddy

The children finally meet! Interdimensional space siblings!

Hope you enjoy!

Fearless Buddy meeting Ophelia and Ironhold

SFW, Platonic, Familial, Slight romance (for corresponding Conjunxes), Human reader, Cybertronian reader

G1/MTMTE/Rid 2015

Au no one knows each other.

Fearless was minding their own business in the poetry club room when everything happened.

Well, that’s what they called it anyways.

They were waiting for Megatron to be done with his latest class and was running late. Probably trying to explain Riptide what he did wrong on his test again when portal appeared on the wall next to them.

Fearless grabbing the desk with a death grip.

“ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! I JUST GOT BACK FROM A TRIP!”--Fearless

Out pops two bots when the portal closes.

One is clearly a minibot who was rubbing her helm after landing on her face.

The other taller bot had landed much more gracefully on their pedes in a superhero pose.

Fearless looks at the pair confused, they could see the others were just as confused.

The tallest bot walked over to the human and picked them up.

“Human, where am I? I promise nothing will happen to you if you tell me the location of this… are we in a ship!?”—Tall one

Fearless eyes go wide when they see the Decepticon insignia on their chassis.

The minibot also sees this.

“Hey! Put the human down!”—Small one

“I assusre you two nothing bad will happen when Megatron—”—Tall one

“Megatron?!”—Small one

“Why would Megs—”--Fearless

“Megs?!”—Tall and Small one

“Okay… I think I know what’s going on. You, the tall one, put me down on the desk first.”--Fearless

The taller bot gently puts them down.

Fearless dust themselves and looks at the pair.

“Now, golden question. Is the war still going on?”--Fearless

“Of course, the war is still going—”—Tall one

“Of course, the war just ended—”—Small one

The two Cybertronains look at each other shocked.

“There it is. You two are from another dimension. The war has been over for a bit here.”--Fearless

The tallest is still processing it.

“It’s over… its finally over? Here?”—Tall one

They sit down in one of the chairs while the minibot pats their leg.

“It has been since Megatron renounced Decepticonism and became and Autobot—”--Fearless

“FATHER’S WHAT?!”—Tall and Small one

All three look at each other in shock.

“Megatron’s your father?”—Small one

They nod.

“And he is yours as well?”--Ironhold

“Same here!”--Fearless

Fearless breaks into a wide smile.

“Do you know what this means!?”--Fearless

“Umm—”—Tall one

“I got interdimensional siblings! Wait—what are you guys’ names anyways? I’m Fearless!”--Fearless

“That’s a human name I haven’t heard of.”—Small one

“It’s not my Earth name, Whirl picked it. He said it fit better and its just stuck since then.”--Fearless

“I’m Ophelia.”--Ophelia

“I like that name.”--Fearless

“I am Ironhold. Going back to my previous question Fearless, where are we?”--Ironhold

“We’re on the Lost Light on a quest to find the Knights of Cybertron. Rodimus knows more about the details than I do—”--Drift

“Rodimus? I haven’t heard a name like that?”—Ironhold

“Me neither.”--Ophelia

“Rodimus? Like Rodimus Prime—”--Fearless

“PRIME! What happened to Optimus?!”--Ironhold

“Oh, this is going to take a bit…”--Fearless

After a bit of talking and explaining briefly about their universe, Fearless wants the others to meet Megatron.

Ironhold and Fearless were a bit confused on why Ophelia didn’t like the idea too much.

She briefly explained her Megatron and what he had done to her in the past.

Ophelia is now slightly regretting telling her new siblings about her Megatron.

Ironhold has a steely gaze with their servos in fists.

Fearless looks like they are going to offline someone with a paperclip.

But Fearless reassures the pair, mainly Ophelia, that this Megatron was going through his redemption and was a nice bot.

Anyways they promised they would jump Megatron with their Amica before any damage came to her.

The trio walked out of the classroom and followed the human to the bridge using one of the longer ways.

Everything was going well until someone nearly ran over Fearless in their speeding alt mode.

They would have been hit if Ironhold hadn’t scooped them and Ophelia up and jumped over the speedster.

Fearless grasping their digit and heart.

“You sure… know how to make a save Hold’s.”--Fearless

“I’ve had practice with my Conjunx. He always gets into trouble, and I usually have to get him out of it.”--Ironhold

Ophelia and Fearless perk.

“You have a Conjunx too! I have one as well.”--Opehlia

Ironhold smiles continuing the walk.

Fearless grumbles a bit.

“How come the youngest gets married and I don’t even have a significant other yet...”—Fearless

“You do know I’m older than you by thousands of years, right? If anything you’re the youngest.”--Ophelia

Fearless points at Ironhold.

“Ironhold is the oldest, I’m the middle child and you’re the baby.”--Fearless

“That doesn’t seem—”--Ophelia

“I don’t make the rules that’s just how it is.”--Fearless

“But that—”--Ophelia

“Hush, the eldest speaks.”--Ironhold

“You too Ironhold?”--Ophelia

Ironhold just smirks and continues the journey.

Surprisingly not many bots reacted to Ironhold holding Fearless and Ophelia.

 Probably because Fearless and Ophelia were covering their Decepticon insignias.

They finally reached the bridge.

Rodimus, Megatron and Ultra Magnus were there talking about something.

Fearless let out a whistle catching the three bots attention.

“Fearless what are—Who are you two?”--Megatron

Ophelia’s grip on Ironhold tightens a bit as Ironhold realizes that this Megatron was bigger than theirs.

They were practically looking optic to optic.

“They’re my interdimensional siblings! You got more kids out there Megs!”—Fearless

“I have wait?”--Megatron

Megatron freezes hearing this.

Rodimus takes a bit to understand this and lets out a bit of a laugh at his Co-captain’s expense.

Magnus is wondering what to write up Brainstorm for this time.

Ironhold straightens up a bit when Megatron comes closer.

The former Warlord notices the Decepticon insignia on their chassis.

“… The war is still going on in my dimension sir. But I have no intention of hurting the humans.”--Ironhold

“… The war just finished not too long ago.”--Ophelia

Rodimus seeing Fearless’s face of ‘Roddy distraction! Please!’ swoops in.

“How about we talk this over at Swerve and a cube of engex?”--Rodimus

“Rodimus that is not—”--Magnus

Magnus spots Fearless’s pleading look and gives in.

“Also, no engex for the youngest here.”--Fearless

“Fearless!”--Ophelia

There is understandable a crowd around the newcomers when they enter Swerve’s.

Ironhold and Ophelia were floored with the amount of energon and engex available and not rationed out.

The pair answered the questions best they could while downing the energon after Ratchet made sure they could.

The crew was surprised to see that Megatron had two other kids in different dimensions.

They especially couldn’t believe that Ophelia was his kid.

Speaking of Ophelia, when her past was brought up, both Ironhold and Fearless told her that she didn’t need to tell if she didn’t feel comfortable. She told them either way.

The army of the ‘Ophelia protection Squad’ had grown in numbers that day.

Megatron gave his personal apology for his counterpart’s actions.

Ophelia told him it wasn’t necessary seeing that he was a greater mech than her Megatron would ever be at this point.

They were happy to hear about her being newly Conjunxed and happy to a mech that she had known for a while.

“Wait, his name is really Steve?”--Fearless

“Yes.”--Ophelia

She had a warm smile saying his name.

Fearless turns to Ironhold finishing their 10th cube.

“Didn’t you say you also had a spouse? Who are they?”--Fearless

For the first time since they had gotten on the ship, Ironhold looked a bit bashful.

Fearless nudges them a bit.

“Ooohhh! I bet it’s someone we know! Is it someone here?”--Fearless

“No… but a can bet a good portion of the bots here know who he is…”--Ironhold

“The suspense is killing me!”--Whirl

“Whirl!”--Fearless

“Spill the beans as the humans say!”--Whirl

Ironhold shyly looks down.

“…Its Rumble.”--Ironhold

Silence.

Ravage appears out of nowhere startling the bot.

“Ravage? You’re here too?”--Ironhold

“Your Conjunxed to Rumble? Did you hit your helm before making that decision?”--Ravage

“You know… you, Frenzy, Megatron, Starscream, and almost everyone told me the same thing. But no, we decided to do it a year ago and we’ve been happy ever since.”--Ironhold

Megatron in the meantime is happy to hear that his interdimensional kids have wonderful Conjunxes, well at least having a good relationship. Then he looks over at Fearless who is intently listening to their siblings’ lives.

Fearless look at him.

“Megs? You, okay?”--Fearless

“… You don’t happen to find someone on board of… particular interest, right?”—Megatron

Fearless nearly spits out their drink.

“Megatron!”--Fearless

“I’m just saying—”--Megatron

“Fearless has the hots for someone?!”--Whirl

“Whirl no!”--Fearless

“Whirl yes! Who is it? They’ll have to win me in a duel for your hand.”--Whirl

“Whirl this isn’t the olden days. Wait where did you even hear that from?”--Fearless

“You don’t need to know.”--Whirl

“I feel like I should.”--Fearless

Sooner than anyone would like, the portal comes back.

Fearless instructs the pair to just jump in, it worked for them the past few times.

There is a bit of a tearful fair well for the pair.

Megatron gives Ophelia a small hug, which nearly makes her short circuit, but is going to treasure that hug for a long time.

He gives another to Ironhold who stiffens a bit before reciprocating.

Fearless with a watery smile tells them that they are welcomed back anytime and if their respected Megatron’s ever give them trouble, to call them.

They would crawl inside his armor and tear him apart with a pair of tweezers and a spork.

Rung has some new appointments made after that comment.

Then the pair jumped into the portal.

With Ophelia…

Ophelia lands on her behind in the scrapyard.

“I can never get a good landing, can I?”--Ophelia

“Ophelia?! Ophelia is that you?!”--Steve

Steve turns the corner only to get floored by his Conjunx, who was just hugging him tightly.

He reciprocated just as hard.

“Primus Sweet Spark! Where were you?”--Steve

Ophelia hugs tighter.

“It’s a long story Stevie. I think the whole team might want to hear this one.”--Ophelia

With Ironhold…

Ironhold groans as they land on their back in the middle of the main room.

Megatron and Soundwave immediately go over.

Megatron and Soundwave help them back onto their pedes.

“Ironhold! Where on Cybertron have you been!? DO you have any idea—”--Megatron

Ironhold pulls them both into a hug and sighs in relief.

The two Cons are confused at the sudden physical contact before they let go.

“Where’s Rumble?”--Ironhold

“Rumble: habsuite.”--Soundwave

Ironhold begins running before turning back.

“I promise I will explain everything later!”--Ironhold

“Iron—and they’re gone.”--Megatron

Ironhold was running to their habsuite passing by several startled mechs.

They slow down at the front of their habsuite and gently knock.

“I told you Frenzy leave me alone!”--Rumble

Ironhold’s spark tightens hearing her Conjunx voice waver at the end.

They gently open the door.

Rumble has his back turned to the door.

His pedes up to his chassis with his arms around them making him look smaller than normal.

“Frenzy I swear if you don’t—”--Rumble

He looks back ready to through a pipe when he stops.

There was Ironhold standing in the doorway, gently closing it giving the two privacy.

They look down at their pedes a bit nervously before looking at him with slightly glossed optics.

“Hey Love, sorry for keeping you waiting.”--Ironhold

Rumble drops the pipe, stands up on the berth and launches himself at Ironhold.

They just had enough time to catch him and quickly fell back onto their berth holding him close.

Rumble breaks out of the hold suddenly and digs a digit into their chassis.

“HOW DARE YOU! Do you have any idea—any idea what… what…”--Rumble

He goes back to hugging, seeing their face with a sad smile.

“Don’t… do that again ya numbnuts…”--Rumble

Ironhold just hugs him back, just happy to have their Conjunx back in their arms.

[gravity-falls-au-tournament]

The AUs in the running!

With the submission now closed, the time for the Tournament to begin is fast approaching! With that in mind it is time to reveal the AUs in the running:

Drifting stars AU by @the-subpar-ghost

During the events of not what he seems, Mabel ends up falling into the portal instead of Ford coming through it, and Mabel ends up stuck with Ford in the multiverse. The two of them travel the multiverse and get into many a shenanigan trying to find a way home. In most versions Stan and Dipper also work to bring their twins home

One of us AU by @ashidaii

During the events of Weirdmaggedon, Ford accepts Bill's offer to join him and is transformed into a demon. In some versions it is with the intent to betray Bill later while struggling with Demonic Corruption, in others it is genuine.

Reunion falls AU by @sailorleo (Now @hellspawnmotel)

Not long after Mabel and Dipper were born the two were separated, with Dipper being sent to live with Stan and Mabel remaining with their parents. After finding out about her twin years later, Mabel travels to Gravity falls to meet him.

Timestuck AU by @dodofiasco

In which one of the Pines twins (or both, in which case usually they get separated but sometimes they are together) end up stuck 30 years in past due to the time tape and meet the younger version of one (or both) of the Stan twins.The most Popular version of this AU has Mabel travelling with a younger Stan.

Blind Faith au by @gravity-what and @thesnadger

During the events of the Portal incident in the 1980s, Both Stan and Ford fall through the Portal. Due to McGucket being driven mad by what he saw when he entered the portal, Ford fears the same could happen to Stan and thus blindfolds him to prevent him from Seeing whatever lurks in the mysterious and insidious dimension where they have ended up, and the two travel to escape. However, while Ford cannot see fully due to losing his glasses, what little he can see is starting to take its toll. This mounting paranoia and fear eventually reaches a Boling point and leads to Ford attempting to blind Stan to keep him safe from the horrors (In some versions he succeeds, in others he only manages to do so for one eye) Eventually the two manage to leave this dimension and they begin travelling the multiverse.

Monster falls AU by various

The discovery of a magical stream results in the characters of gravity falls being transformed into various monsters. Dipper is turned it a Cervitaur(Deer centaur) Mabel is turned into a Mermaid or a Unicorn centaur, Stan is turned into a gargoyle, Ford is turned into a Greek sphynx, And the list goes on.

Mystery trio AU by various

Based on a popular theory prior to the release of Not what he seems and a tale of tale of two stans. The story of the Mystery trio au has many different variations, but the general premise is that in sometime in the past before the portal incident, Stan and Ford make and the two of them plus Fiddleford work together to help with Ford's research in Gravity falls, getting into all kinds of trouble.

Beauty and Beast AU by @artsycrapfromsai

A Familial love take on the Disney movie of the same name, in the Beauty and the Beast au the pines twins end up living in the castle of the Stan twins, who were cursed years ago by bill, with Ford being transformed into a Book and Stan into a beast

Reverse portal AU by @busket

During the events of the portal incident, Stan is the one to fall in the portal instead of Ford. Ford then spends the next 30 battling with himself over whether he should risk the universe and try and bring Stan back, Meanwhile Stan travels the multiverse, probably getting banned from numerous dimensions.

Relativity falls AU by Doidles and Gargunk

An age swap au where the stan twins are twelve years old and staying in gravity falls with their Grauntie Mabel, who is secretly working to bring back her brother.

Transcendence AU by Zoey Chu(Now @transcendence-au)

Due to a long series of events, Dipper gains Bill's powers, becoming known as "Alcor". Meanwhile in an event known as the "Transcendence" gravity falls weirdness spreads to the rest of the world.

One and a half stans AU by @disappeareddraws

After the events of a tale of two stans, Stan ends up being reverted back to a kid through some means or the other.

Ghost stan AU by @gryphsdeadbones

Some point after a tale of two stans, Stan dies and becomes a ghost, eventually becoming a category 10 ghost.

Never human AU by @notllorstel

Stanley pines was stillborn, replaced by a changeling at birth. In some versions Dipper is also a Fae and the story deals with the aftermath of these revelations

Pirate AU by @gobblewanker

During the 18th century, Orphan stowaways Mabel and Dipper find themselves on the mystery, A pirate ship manned by its notorious captain Stanley pines, who is fueled by a desire for revenge against the man who killed his brother.

Summer job AU by Various

After the events of Steven universe future, Steven gets a job working at the mystery shack (sometimes post-series sometimes pre-series)

Round one will start on the 10th of August Aest and the brackets will be up on the 9th. See you all soon!

[xdead-dove-dinnerx]

Chronology of Kakavasha

Au where Aventurine is kidnapped by the aeon of time and momentarily is trapped in the dimension of space time in a sort of elevator like contraption and he is suspended in the void in a glass box.

In the distance, are his mother and father, suspended in seperate boxes. They drift by him slowly and Aventurine sees them weeping. He reaches out and tries to shout but his voice won't leave his throat and he stays there, hands pressed against the glass, stunned. They float away and Aventurine's box approaches a new one.

This one has his childhood self and his sister in another glass box, they too are drifting farther and farther away from him. He presses his hands against the glass and watches as that box drifts onwards and gets ripped into two different blobs and his sister dies in front of his eyes, blood fills the glass box and the corpse starts rotting within minutes. His younger self is crying. Aventurine wishes to comfort that boy, but he floats away too, and his sister decomposes into a pile of bones that clatter on the floor of her box, drifting in the distance.

He drifts on further and sees himself, chained, dirty, looking like an animal, screaming in pain, kneeling on the floor of its glass box with its arms forcefully spread. He watches as it cries and begs and curses and screams. Aventurine watches as a blazing red mark appears on its neck.

Further on still, is a young Aventurine, a fresh recruit at the IPC. The wall of his box that faces Aventurine is transparent. The rest are the walls of the IPC bathrooms. His first day of work, when Aventurine had had a panic attack in the bathroom. Aventurine watches himself cover his own mouth, eyes widened and crazed and tear filled, frantic breathes and muffled screaming coming from his past self.

He is travelling slower now, and he sees his current self. Unlike the others, this version's face is turned away from Aventurine. His other self's hand is clasped behind his back, shaking and clutching onto the king of spades. His hand trembles so hard he crumples the card.

The next box is Aventurine alone at home. The lights are dim and his face is streaked with tears. Aventurine watches as his other self tears at the marked skin of his neck. This one passes slower, and when it does, for a while Aventurine floats alone through empty space.

After that, his future self. He looks older, yet frailer. His face is still beautiful, but now his cheerful, carefree persona is gone- nothing but an empty husk. Aventurine watches as his future self laughs bitterly. An official looking letter is clutched to his heart. The paper is crumpled harshly, ripped, and thrown on the ground, the laughter of the man who was holding it choking into sobs. He is the first of the versions of Aventurine to speak coherent words.

"The doctor is dead, isn't he? Good, I never cared for that one anyways. He always was an unnecessary cost. A deal that didn't pay off. Funeral? Like hell I'll go to that bastard's funeral. After what he did-" Then that box drifts away too far for Aventurine to hear anymore.

The next (and in his heart he knows, the last) version of him is standing straight. His gaze is determined, his eyes darkened, and poking out of his pocket is a bit of crumpled paper. His cheeks are covered with tear streaks but his eyes are dry. In his arms are a corpse, half decayed and those dawn-colored eyes gone, but still recognizable as Veritas Ratio. Aventurine watches, his breath hitched and throat dry as his future self's face twists in pain. His future self collapses, sitting against the walls of the glass box, still holding the clothes of the corpse tightly with one arm, the other clutching his stomach in pain as he hacks out blood. This goes on for almost half an hour, his future self writhing about, sometimes talking to the corpse of Veritas. Eventually that too goes limp and fades away.

Finally, all that's left is himself. Aventurine is there, suspended, floating through space. Tears are dripping down his cheeks, and he wipes them away. In a hoarse voice, he asks the aeon, "Why? Why have you shown me this?"

[chillybarba]

Broken Banjo

Chapter Two: To Be Undeniably Frank

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Welcome to the Broken Banjo AU, where Stanford and Fiddleford end up trapped beyond the portal together.

>> 4.3k words

>> fiddleford & stanford // fiddleford x stanford

>> slow burn, alternate universe, pov ford pines, hurt/comfort, young stanford & young fiddleford, alternate portal incident, the nightmare realm, psychological trauma

Throughout the night, the dim light of the fire continued to glow, casting long shadows across the gray walls, flickering with each purple spark and crackle. Stanford sat motionless much of the night, his back resting against the cavern’s rough surface. He was lost in his mind, lost in worry, lost in exhaustion and fear. He hardly noticed the refugees – as he’d decided to call them – moving around occasionally and chattering, their indistinct murmurs blending into a rhythmic drone that very well could have lulled him into a trance. But he may have already been in one with how spaced out he was, trapped with only his thoughts to soothe him as much as hurt him.  

His gaze drifted down to Fiddleford then, who lay slumped against him, his face pale and etched with lines of pain and fatigue. It was like he’d aged overnight and Stanford felt that familiar tug of guilt. The vial he had given him had done its work, stabilizing him, but the deeper wounds – the ones Stanford couldn’t see – remained. Fiddleford’s breathing was steady though, his body relaxed into a much-needed sleep, but it didn’t matter. Stanford could still feel his tension even while he dozed, as if it had already rewritten his brain and tore into his heart. He had to look away before he broke. In an attempt to distract himself, Stanford’s eyes trailed to the other supplies he’d been given, and he glanced over them again. He picked up the device he’d never seen before, turning it over in his hands, admiring the handiwork briefly. On the back were words written in Bill’s commonly used cipher and for once Stanford felt glad that he’d learned the language. Taking a moment to read it, he squinted as it became English in his head: dimensional translator. Stanford then realized that what was etched onto the front of the device was its model number. He also understood that they’d gotten extremely lucky. From what he knew, plus some additional context clues, having a dimensional translator meant that he would be able to understand most, if not all, languages across dimensions. 

Stanford also realized then that it meant he would most likely be able to understand the aliens that had given him it. Examining the translator, he figured out how to turn it on, before attaching it to his wrist in the fashion of a watch. It beeped a few times, presumably calibrating itself, and suddenly every word around him that he couldn’t understand was translated into English in his head. He had been granted an all-access pass to communicating with the refugees they were stuck with, given free access to limitless knowledge that no human in his dimension had ever known, had ever even begun to imagine. 

Oh, he had so many questions already, and yet most of them would have to remain unanswered. There were other, more important, very obvious things at hand he had to attend to first. Before anything else came getting them home alive and Stanford sighed at the reminder of that fact. He didn’t want to have to get home, he wanted to be home without all the other attachments and requirements of attaining “home” first. Fingers running along the translator, he stared with tired eyes at it, wondering what could have been different. An alternate world where he didn’t make the foolish decision of creating an interdimensional portal and ruining all that was once so good. Maybe that was why he couldn’t have that reality – because it was so good. Too good for someone like him. 

It had hardly been a day since they’d become trapped in the Nightmare Realm and Stanford was already spiraling, becoming increasingly paranoid. No matter how hard he tried to shove it down the way he always would, he felt it bubble back up inside him, and the internal conflict was getting overwhelming to where it wasn’t bothering just Stanford anymore. The refugees would send looks his way – although he was too lost in his own head to notice most of them – as if they could feel his tension in the air. When he did realize the full extent of their insistent, repeated stares, he looked back at them with eyes one would most likely describe as “filled with despair.”

A tall, thin figure approached him cautiously then, their skin a muted shade of blue, the three eyes on their face reflecting the dimmed purple flames. Stanford could hardly register their presence until they were close enough to where their shadow hung over him. His eyes forced themselves to blink and Stanford glanced up at them, but they hesitated. Though, they gained the courage, speaking in a language that would have been incomprehensible to him only hours ago. But with the translator’s assistance, the words filtered into his mind, clear as day. (He would be sure to mark down his findings about it later.)

“Are you... in need of something?” the alien asked, their voice gentle, tinged with curiosity and perhaps a bit of concern. For themselves or for Stanford, he wasn’t sure. 

Stanford blinked again, the fog in his mind lifting enough to focus on the being in front of him. It took him a moment to respond as he fully processed what was said, his voice coming out rougher than he’d expected. “I – no, I’m alright. Just... thinking.”

The alien tilted their head, studying him with an intensity that made Stanford feel exposed, a feeling he hated. Vulnerability was not among his list of things he enjoyed or even tolerated. People always seemed to think he had it nonetheless. “Your thoughts feel heavy. It is not unusual to see such sorrow in the eyes of those who come to this realm, but you are different. You have been sorrowful since long before coming here.”

Stanford sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. He wasn’t expecting to get a therapy session from an alien refugee on an asteroid, but he hadn’t expected much of what happened that day. “It’s... been a long day. A long series of days – or rather, it feels that way, at least. I am trying to find a way to get us home, how to… undo a mistake I made.”

Slowly the alien nodded, seeming to hold some understanding of the weight of his words even while not having a clear understanding of their situation. They glanced down towards Fiddleford, who still lay asleep beside him, then back at Stanford. “Most who come here don’t make it home,” they admitted honestly, and Stanford ignored the words even if they were truthful. He refused to accept being stuck there, if not for himself, for Fiddleford. “The journey to this realm is never easy, and the journey through this realm is even harder. Many who come here carry regrets. Some find solace in sharing their burdens with others…” they trailed off, words trying to nudge him towards the idea of talking about how he felt, and he wanted, just slightly, to scoff.

“I’ll find solace when I can get out of this damn dimension and get home,” Stanford gritted, sounding harsher than he anticipated, but he was exhausted thinking about everything and nothing all at once. His head fell by a hint of shame, groaning softly to himself. “I’m sorry for that. It’s been a lot in a short span of time.” He’d had to apologize too much lately (even if he had to or should). 

“Would there be anything we could do to assist you and your partner?” The refugee responded with a tilt of their head, three eyes blinking slightly out of sync, unsettling Stanford a bit as he witnessed it. But he cleared his throat and pretended to be unbothered. He’d seen much worse throughout his times in Gravity Falls.

Besides that, an offer of help wasn’t something he had expected. They were all trapped there, that was, so what would they possibly be able to do for him that they hadn’t done for themselves? Their situations all came down to the same basic fact: they were stuck in a lawless realm. If they were there, and if he was there, if they were both there, then there wasn’t much more to understand or assist in. He was frustrated, and he didn’t know what to do when someone was just trying to help him. It reminded him of a friend.

“Information. Any information.” What was important and what was not important was something to be decided by Stanford, so he needed to know everything he could. Even the things one might deem to be trivial or insignificant could “make or break” a situation, so to speak. That was a key element in science and experimentation, so it was only natural the same law applied to all other concepts if you thought about it. 

There was a moment of pause, and Stanford realized it wasn’t just one alien fixating their gaze on him. All the other refugees, without his notice, had ended up looking right at him, and he shifted somewhat uncomfortably. Then, the three-eyed alien gave a mild smile. It did little to soothe his nerves.

“Very well,” they said.

Stanford straightened, forcing himself to focus on the conversation – though that was more difficult than anticipated given his complete enervation. “Let’s start with the basics. How long have you been here? What do you know about the rift and the Nightmare Realm? Any patterns you’ve noticed, any safe zones, any possible ways out, anything at all.”

The alien’s expression grew thoughtful as they considered his questions. “Time... is a difficult concept here. We’ve lost track of the cycles – days, nights, they blur together, as they already have for you. But it has been... many rotations since we first arrived. We’ve learned to survive by staying together, by avoiding the more unstable areas of this place.”

Another refugee, shorter and stockier with a single, large eye in the center of their forehead, stepped closer to join the conversation. Their voice was lower, more gravelly, but the translator rendered it clear in Stanford’s mind. “There are wormholes, but they are unpredictable. They do not follow the rules of space or time as you know them. Sometimes, they can take you deeper into the Nightmare Realm, but sometimes it can spit you out into another dimension. But always, it can change you.”

Stanford’s brow furrowed. “Change you? How?”

The single-eyed alien exchanged a glance with their three-eyed companion. “Physically, mentally... These wormholes twist things. Some of us have lost memories, others have gained... abilities. But not all changes are beneficial. They will try to mold you into something that belongs so that you may be one of them.”

Stanford nodded slowly, absorbing the information. “And what about escape? Have any of you found a way out, a stable portal back to your home dimension?”

The aliens exchanged another look and Stanford’s heart sank slightly. He wasn’t sure if it was dread or hope that caused it, but it was unpleasant all the same. “Some have left,” the stocky alien started, their voice quieter then, almost somber, “but we don’t know where they ended up. These wormholes are not consistent; they are just as likely to send you to a hostile world as they are to return you to your own. Besides that, some simply disappear. There are infinite dimensions you must remember. Wormholes can only bring you to a random one. A way through wormholes directly to where you are looking to go… hasn’t been discovered as far as we know.”

Stanford swallowed hard. Disappearing into the unknown was a terrifying prospect, but staying where he was, in this twisted dimension, wasn’t any better. “So, there’s no clear path out,” he spoke slowly, more to himself than to them. “Just a gamble then, a… leap of faith, to say.”

The three-eyed alien nodded. “That is the nature of these wormholes. It’s why so many remain, trying to find a way that’s... safer, and better. But the longer we search, the more we understand that those things are luxuries this realm doesn’t offer. No one gets what they want or what they need here.”

Stanford clenched his fists, frustration bubbling up inside him. It wasn’t fair – none of it was. He had dragged Fiddleford into this mess and now there was no clear way out. But he couldn’t let himself be overwhelmed by the severity of their situation any further than he already had. There had to be something they could do, some way to tilt the odds in their favor, even if it was against all odds. Then, a thought came to him: if Bill could freely travel between dimensions, even by a power few had access to, that meant anyone could with the right materials and understanding…

After a moment of deliberation (and calming down), Stanford decided he was as satisfied as he would be. “Thank you, you’ve all been very helpful. I believe I have an idea of what I’m going to do now, so really, I do mean it.” 

Stanford’s words hung in the air, garnering no reply, so he said nothing else either. The refugees had only exchanged glances amongst one another, their expressions reflecting the grim reality they all faced. It was probable that they no longer wanted to talk much about their inevitable fates. He didn’t blame them since he didn’t much want to anymore either, just the same as them. They moved away and went back to sitting around the fire, and it was much quieter than before. 

But something shifted in the air besides them. It was a subtle change that Stanford may have overlooked had he not been so attuned to Fiddleford’s presence, given that he was pressed right against him. The steady rhythm of his breathing had altered, grown uneven, strained. Stanford turned his head slightly, eyes narrowing with concern as he watched Fiddleford’s face twitch with unrest and upset. His brows furrowed, and his fingers curled into the fabric of Stanford’s coat, gripping tightly as though he were holding on for dear life.

Fiddleford’s body tensed before beginning to tremble, but his grip on Stanford only tightened. A low, distressed murmur escaped his lips, too quiet to make out. But it was enough to make Stanford concerned. He leaned closer, placing a reassuring hand on Fiddleford’s shoulder, hoping to anchor him, to pull him back from whatever dream had taken hold of him. In the little time they’d been there, Stanford had – more than once – had to force himself to dredge up emotions that he never wanted to. He had quickly learned though that without them, he would hurt Fiddleford more than help him, and he had done more than enough of that for one lifetime. Logic and science alone wouldn’t be enough to help them anymore. 

“Fiddleford,” he spoke with as much softness as he could, trying not to disturb Fiddleford any more, “Fiddleford, wake up. You’re dreaming.” Stanford understood nightmares and he understood fear. After all, he experienced both of them most nights. Nightmares of things he had never seen before and never wished to see again. Thinking of it, he sighed, and shook Fiddleford awake with care. He would have wanted the same done to him if he was in that situation.

Fiddleford did not awaken with care though, which Stanford should have expected. He watched as Fiddleford shot up, covering his mouth to prevent himself from yelling out, visibly horrified. His whole body shook with every deep, yet quick, breath he began to take, gasping for air, and Stanford moved his hand down from Fiddleford’s shoulder to his back. And he remained silent as Fiddleford started to ramble about what he’d dreamt, stumbling over almost every word as he did. 

“Stanford... I-I saw...” Fiddleford’s voice was raw and shaking as he spoke, the words barely more than a whisper, “I saw somethin’ horrible... somethin’ that... that wasn’t right. It was like a twisted version of home, it all was wrong and warped. I couldn’t find you, and- and there was somethin’ chasin’ me, somethin’ I couldn’t escape no matter how hard I tried.” His accent had become far more prominent in his fear, as if reverting back to his roots, to who he used to be. Stanford thought back to times where it had happened in the past, such as when he’d been spooked by the flying eyeballs that had appeared in the kitchen one morning, and he had to shoo them out for him. It was that same terror of things out of his control and beyond simple understanding. 

His hand kept steady on Fiddleford’s back, offering what comfort he could. “It was just a dream, F,” Stanford said with care, trying to keep his voice calm, even resorting to the nickname he would use for him in his journals. “I am still here and we are safe right now.”

Fiddleford’s breathing began to even out somewhat, but the tremors in his body remained. He looked up at Stanford, his eyes wide and haunted. A look Stanford knew too well himself – what it was like to feel powerless, to be trapped in a nightmare you couldn’t wake up from. “It felt so real,” Fiddleford whispered. “I thought... I thought I’d lost you, Stanford. And that thing... it was right behind me, like it was gonna take me, too...”

Stanford nodded as he listened, following Fiddleford’s slow and deep breaths to keep his own feelings in check at the same time. The last thing Fiddleford needed was to see his fear mirrored in Stanford’s eyes, or for him to be told what he didn’t want to hear, something Stanford had a tendency to do. “You didn’t lose me,” he said firmly with a shake of his head. “You’re not going to lose me. We will make it out of this. It’s just like another nightmare. It’s all… temporary. You know I’ll do everything I am able to in order to get us home, don’t you?”

Fiddleford nodded slowly, but the fear lingered in his gaze, like a shadow that refused to vanish even in the light of the sun. “I don’t know what I’d do without you, Stanford,” he admitted, having calmed down a bit. “I’m not… like you, y’know? Was always that you were the adventurous one, and I… I like to stay in the lab, stay busy makin’ things.”

Stanford’s chest tightened at the admission, and he hesitated a moment, before shaking his head again. “You’re stronger than you think, Fiddleford. You’ve been through so much already, and you are still here. That’s more than most people could say in our situation,” he spoke honestly after so many months and years of little white lies sprinkled throughout his sentences. “I’m not, ah… all that brave myself. We’re both in an unfamiliar situation in an unfamiliar place. There’s no handbook, no guide, and we certainly haven’t learned any lessons in life that could help us here and I… I am afraid.” 

Fiddleford looked down, his hands trembling slightly as he clenched them into fists, nodding in response. “I...I’m scared too, Stanford. I’m scared of what’s out there, of what might happen to us. But… I’m not alone, and I know I very well could be right now… You didn’t have to come after me, but- but you did,” he paused, then looked up to Stanford again, managing a smile. “Thank ya, Stanford… Truly.”

The words came unexpectedly to Stanford. He thought Fiddleford would be, and would stay, furious at him, and he wouldn’t have blamed him if that were the case, either. It was easy to return the smile after that thought, and he moved his hand from his back. Stanford’s mind told him that even though he had gone after Fiddleford, it was his fault they’d gotten into this mess in the first place. He wanted to build the portal; he wanted to start it up, he wanted to test it. But he pushed the thoughts away for now, didn’t let them consume him, just for one moment of peace. 

“Of course, Fiddleford… I told you that I would always come after you and that I wouldn’t let you leave. That isn’t going to change anytime soon… or ever, for that matter,” Stanford let out a soft chuckle then, and to his surprise, Fiddleford managed to as well. For that brief moment, things didn’t feel so uncertain. They felt rather manageable instead. He just hoped it would last long enough to tell Fiddleford his plan and put it into action. So, he decided to change to the topic while it was still in his head.

“While you were asleep, I did, in fact, manage to sort out my thoughts. I spoke with the refugees after they gave me a dimensional translator,” Stanford paused to take it off of his wrist, holding it out to Fiddleford so he could examine it as he seemed very intrigued when Stanford said the words. He then laughed as Fiddleford took it from him with amaze. “I’ll show you how it works. Firstly, though, it’s important we talk about getting home. After speaking with the refugees, I believe I’ve learned enough to formulate a plan that should be the first step to returning.” 

Fiddleford lowered the dimensional translator, eyes meeting Stanford’s instead, but Stanford looked away from it. He had never been the best at eye contact, so he went on with his explanation while staring off at something, but at least he knew that Fiddleford was paying full attention to him. 

“From what I’ve gathered and understood, the only proven way out of the Nightmare Realm, or any dimension, that is, is through wormholes, similar to the one that brought us here in the first place. That is, the portal threw us into a wormhole leading directly to this dimension,” he explained, leaving out the more unfavorable parts (such as the dangers they could have). “But wormholes have no set destination, differing from the portal we built. There are… infinite dimensions, within them being our home dimension, of course.”

“Wait, wait… if there’re infinite dimensions, and wormholes don’t have no one clear exit, then we’re still trapped here, ain’t we…?” Fiddleford became nervous quickly and Stanford could see it in the creases of his eyes, but he knew there wasn’t much he could do to console him. After all, he was right in a way: that they were still trapped there as his idea wasn’t a surefire solution to their situation. In an attempt of comfort, he put a hand on Fiddleford’s shoulder, looking up to truly meet his eyes for the first time. 

“Fiddleford. We’ll get home, listen to me. I told you that I have an idea, just… please, let me explain,” his voice was firm, and Fiddleford looked almost defeated but stayed quiet, so Stanford continued. “In science, there is the fact that facts exist and the fact that facts have built up its reputation. Things start in theories, but these theories can be proven. With the technology and knowledge of infinite dimensions, there is the possibility of infinite solutions. My theory is that if Bill can travel freely between dimensions, without limits, anyone can with the right materials and understanding of how… In some dimensions, my theory must be possible. We just have to find the place to prove and understand it. Someone out there must know more about Bill.”  

Once Stanford finished, he broke eye contact with Fiddleford, who then proceeded to look down as well, staring at the ground. Even though Stanford had tried to reassure him, he knew that it wasn’t what he wanted to hear, no matter if it was the truth or not. He stared at Fiddleford for a moment as he remained silent, frowning at how utterly lost he looked then. Stanford had ruined him and he knew it.

“I’m sorry, Fiddleford. I know I’ve already said it and that it has no real positive effect on anything. But I… do hope you know that I mean it. I can’t change what has already happened, but if I could, I would have never called you to help me with that portal. I would have never built it at all, that is,” Stanford hesitated, then repeated himself quieter, ashamed, “I am sorry.” 

With hands cupped together in his lap, Fiddleford nodded, and Stanford sighed in return. His hand removed itself from his shoulder, resting on the ground instead. He expected Fiddleford to say nothing, so he was shocked when he did actually speak to him, and without malice. 

“I know you’re sorry, Stanford. I don’t blame ya, okay? I am upset, but I don’t blame ya, not at all. I don’t know much of what you and that uh, Bill, got up to, but I know he tricked you,” Stanford tried to argue to defend his intelligence, but Fiddleford gave him a look, and he shut himself up in seconds. Somehow though, it made Fiddleford smile. “Even geniuses can be tricked. I’m sure in a different world he woulda tricked me too.” 

It shouldn’t have – he was awful, it had to be true – but the words made Stanford feel a little less alone, and a little less awful, and he couldn’t help himself smiling too.

“Thank you, Fiddleford. For always,” Stanford anticipated.

“Of course ya knew what I was gonna say! You always do, still could have at least let me say it! I really would’ve said ‘always’ if ya had let me…” He sighed with a hint of dramatization and Stanford began to laugh, joined in soon after by Fiddleford. Perhaps things would be working out in their favor sooner rather than later.

The refugees took a glance at them as they laughed, and seemed to smile as the two got on okay. Safe to say, they didn’t mind the added noise at all. 

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[djsherriff-responses]

Taking an anon’s suggestion into consideration, I decided that in the swap au Anna swaps places with Rayman, while Lucie swaps places with Fakeman

The Council of Teensies (swapped with the Board of Directors) weren’t sure what to do with the influx of humans coming into their dimension after the destruction of Earth , but they knew they had to do something to ease social tensions (without actually giving these humans equal rights). Noticing that a desperate , young and displaced Anna had an uncanny resemblance to the beloved Betilla , they swooped her up and made her the face of their propaganda TV programs

But Anna wasn’t stupid and she could tell something was wrong ,she just couldn’t figure out what exactly that something was. But after a slip up on live TV, Anna is told she’s going into early retirement and that Lucie will be taking her place

A chance encounter with Sarah Fisher however , forced Anna to take drastic action against the Council of Teensies

Rayman’s role in this au is probably going to be left as part of Jade’s backstory if Anna doesn’t get an appearance in season two , but he was someone who disagreed heavily with how The Council of Teensies were treating humans and an old ally of Pey’J who drifted apart from him over the years after Jade came into the picture

[aceofstars16]

Well, I made a poll asking if I should post this now...and then I just go and post it without waiting to see what people voted haha xD

This was inspired by @athenoot (not letting me actually tag but I linked her blog!) and her super fun AU idea mashing up Drifting Stars and Relativity Falls!

I don't know if this works for @forduary but it does have portal Ford so *shrugs*

Summary: Mabel loves dimension hopping, but she is starting to miss having a home. And more than anything, she misses Dipper and Stan. However, she may end up seeing them sooner than expected…though they aren't exactly the same Dipper and Stan that she knows.

The street was packed, creatures of all sorts bustling to and fro. Even after months of being in other dimensions, Mabel was still overwhelmed by all of the different aliens. Her eyes couldn’t stop moving, even as Ford pulled her along, trying to make his way through the crowd.

They had arrived in this dimension a few days ago. Unfortunately, they had first been spat out in a rainforest with absolutely no civilization around. But after climbing a particularly tall tree, they had seen a town of sorts in the distance. Which is where they were now, hoping to find some food and maybe even shelter, that is, if Ford deemed this dimension safe enough to stay in for a little while.

 At first, the constant travel had been fun for Mabel. Getting to explore a new world every few days was exhilarating. But she was surprised to find that more recently, she missed a place she could call home. Though, more than anything, she missed Dipper and Stan. Of course, she loved Ford too. He had been looking out for her ever since she had been pulled into the portal, and she couldn’t imagine her life without him now. But still…she wished she could be with Ford and the rest of her family.

Something bumped Mabel particularly hard and she was shaken from her thoughts as she lost her footing. Her hand was yanked out of Ford’s and she fell to the ground.

Panic gripped her and she quickly stood up and tried catching sight of Ford, but the constant movement of aliens made standing still impossible. She thought she heard someone calling her name, but it was hard to hear over the crowd.

“Grunkle Ford!” Yelling at the top of her lungs, Mabel, tried pushing her way through the crowd, in what she thought was the direction Ford had been walking. But no matter how hard she tried, she was too small, and she couldn’t make any headway against the crowd.

Spotting an alleyway through the sea of legs, Mabel spun, jumped, rolled, and crawled until she made it to the backstreet. It wasn’t empty, but it was slightly less crowded. Spotting a box that was sealed shut, she made her way to it and managed to climb on top. But as she looked out over the sea of creatures, she couldn’t spot her grunkle. Ford was nowhere to be seen. Panic overwhelmed her as she realized that she was alone, lost in an unfamiliar dimension with absolutely no clue as to what to do next. It was her worst nightmare.

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Ford was frantic. He couldn’t believe he’d lost Mabel. He should’ve been holding onto her tighter. No, he should’ve just carried her. What had he been thinking? In a crowd this big, that was the most logical option, and yet he hadn’t thought of it before entering the market and now she was gone.

“Mabel!” He called out again. He thought he had heard her call out a moment ago, but this time there was no response.

Darned this busy city. Reasonably, a city this remote in a rainforest shouldn’t be this crowded. Though perhaps it being the only city for miles was the reason for all of the foot traffic. Either way, he really should’ve scoped out the layout first before walking in. That’s what he normally would’ve done. But Mabel hadn’t had food in over a day. So, her hunger along with the possibility of letting her sleep in a semi normal structure for the first time in…weeks? Had caused him to act rashly. He had only wanted to make sure she had what she needed, and maybe help her mental state. Over the past few weeks, Ford had occasionally caught her looking downcast – though she quickly smiled when she noticed him looking – and this had seemed like a good opportunity to help her feel better.

“So much for that…” Ford muttered under his breath as he continued searching for Mabel. He had just spotted a possible vantage point he could use when something grabbed his jacket and pulled it back.

“Geez, slow down Grunkle D-”

As Ford looked down at the source of the voice, it cut off. His own legs stalled as he saw the boy who was holding his jacket. It couldn’t be…

For a second, Ford was transported to another lifetime. So long ago it felt like a dream. Hot summers on Glass Shard Beach, playing in the water, exploring the sand dunes, fixing up the Stan O War.

He was looking at his brother from thirty years ago.

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Crap, wrong old guy. Stan thought to himself as he stared up at the man who’s coat he’d grabbed. Now that he had a closer look, he could tell that said coat wasn’t quite the same as Dipper’s, and of course, the man wasn’t his grunkle (okay, technically Dipper wasn’t actually his great uncle either, but it made it easier to call him that, okay?). However, there was something oddly familiar about this guy…

Some other creature bumped into him, threatening to pull him along in the crowd once again, like it had earlier. But then a hand grabbed his arm, and the old guy was dragging him through the crowd.

“Hey, what gives? I’m not-” Stan grabbed at the guy’s hand, trying to get him to let go, only to stop when he really looked at the hand. Wait, six fingers…it couldn’t be…could it?

Looking up, Stan tried to get a better look at the guy’s face. Something had seemed familiar about it when he’d first seen him, but now he was facing away as he pulled Stan along. But six fingers… Suddenly, the bright sunlight disappeared as he was pulled into a small alleyway. There were still a few beings milling about, but not has many as in the main square. Then the man spun around to look at him.

“What are you doing here?”

 Stan took a step back at the sharpness of the man’s voice. A tinge of fear grew in his chest. It wasn’t Dad, he knew that, but there was something so familiar about the words, the man’s stance, the look on his face - he couldn’t shake it. However, the ashamed expression when the old guy saw Stan shrink back wasn’t something Dad would’ve done.

“I-I don’t know. I was just here with my, well I call him my grunkle because-”

“Wait, wait, what? Your grunkle? Who?” Confusion crossed the guy’s face. “What’s his name?”

The man held up his hands and Stan found himself looking at them. He knew in this dimension, six fingers might not be an abnormal thing. But this guy was human, and he looked kind of like Dad…

“Are you my brother?” Stan blurted out before he could stop himself. It was hard to think about Ford looking old - that was just weird - but if he was old, well…Stan could see him looking kind of like this guy…

For a moment, the old man just stared at him, then signed and shook his head. “No, I’m not…well…kind of. I’m Stanford, but not your Stanford.”

“You mean there’s more than one of you? Are there more than one of me? Woah, we could build an army! Though I don’t know how much use an old guy would be but I’m sure you could do something. Oh, eww, am I old somewhere then? How-”

“Hold up. Just…one question at a time.” Old Ford had held out his hand again, as if wanting Stan to stop. He looked a little frustrated, but at the same time, there was the smallest bit of an amused smile on his face.

“There are…many different dimensions, and versions of you and me. I…haven’t met your older version,” a small shadow crossed his face, “but I’ve heard about him. However. That’s not important. What I need to know, is how you got here, and who are you looking for?”

Stan let out a huff. He thought Ford would be as excited as him about all of this but…then again, this was an old Ford and well…maybe he’d been in other dimensions a while and didn’t think it was cool anymore? Sometimes Dipper had seemed less thrilled about things than Stan thought were awesome. Or maybe it was just an old person thing? Gosh, Stan hoped he wasn’t a boring old guy in any dimension.

After a moment, he realized Ford was still looking at him questioningly and Stan realized that he’d have to tell this old version of his brother what had happened. He didn’t really want to, but he had a feeling Ford wouldn’t answer any of his questions unless Stan answered him first.

“Well…I kind of accidently got sucked into this big glowing circle thing that my Grantie Mabel really didn’t want me to shut off, then I met my Grunkle Dipper and we kind of…ran around jumping in all these portal things till we got here. And I swear I’d only been glancing at this cool gun shop, but somehow let go of his hand and then…I thought he was you.” Stan was a little surprised at how quickly the words came. Ever since he’d arrived in other dimensions, Dipper had told him to be careful about saying too much to the wrong people but…this was Ford. Sure, he was old but…it was still Ford. He could still tell him anything.

For a moment, Ford just stared at him, shock lining his face. Then he shook his head and took a breath. “Right…okay…We need to find your Dipper, and I need to…”

“What, you lose someone too?” Stan meant it as a joke, but his smile fell when he saw the concern on Ford’s face.

“Come on, it looks like the crowds are dying down some.” Ford held out his hand and without hesitation, Stan took it.

“I can help you find whoever you lost first.  I’m sure Dipper is fine.”

Ford looked down at him, a disbelieving frown on his face. “I…we’ll see who we find first…”

Putting on his best show of confidence – which was easy seeing as he was used to doing it for Ford – Stan nodded. “I bet we’ll find them both in the next ten minutes!”

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How could I lose him?!? The thought kept running through Dipper’s head. After months with Stan, he had grown accustom to the boy’s affinity for trouble, which included checking things out that he probably shouldn’t have. So he should’ve been extra diligent in a place as crowded as this, but while keeping an eye out for danger, he must have let go of Stan’s hand and now the boy was lost to a sea of creatures. Guilt and fear clawed at Dipper’s chest. After decades of being alone, he had come to enjoy Stan’s company, plus, he was family.

Taking a deep breath, Dipper tried to still his anxiety, though it was easier said then done. It had already been far too long since Stan had disappeared, and Dipper still couldn’t think of a way to find him aside from waiting for the crowds to die down. It wasn’t ideal, but it was the only option he could see. He really needed to find a better way to keep track of his, for a better word, nephew (he was never the best at remembering all of the names for distant relatives and Stan called him Great Uncle so it worked).

As he pushed his way to a slightly less busy part of the market, Dipper searched for a good vantage point he could wait at, while still keeping an eye out for Stan. That’s when he heard it.

Crying.

His feet stumbled to a stop and he quickly looked around, searching for its source. A bright splash of pink caught his eye – a bit out of place in the browns and tans of the city. Carefully making his way toward the figure, he tried pushing aside the feeling in his gut that something was familiar about the girl. Because, as he got closer, he could tell it was a girl, with short curly hair, and a bright pink sweater…

It’s not Mabel. He told himself, as he realized that’s who he was thinking of. Mabel was dimensions away and, well, she was as old as him now.

Crouching down, Dipper put on his best smile, despite his worry for Stan. “Hey, you okay there?”

The girl quickly looked up, her tear-filled eyes widening as she saw him.

Dipper found himself freezing as well. Because it was Mabel. Or, how she had looked as a kid. Sure, her hair was shorter and she looked more tired than she normally would’ve but…it was her.

He eyes flicked up to his hair then back down to his face. “D-Dipper?”

“I…yes, or no, it’s well…” Dipper frowned, he knew that the girl he was looking at wasn’t his sister. He’d been in enough dimensions to know that there were multiple versions of himself and his sister out there. And unless time travel was involved – which didn’t seem likely – this was simply another Mabel from another world. However…it still looked like her and…it still was a Mabel. He couldn’t push away the weight of responsibility to take care of her and make sure she got back where she needed to be.

“You’re from another dimension I guess…” Mabel’s quiet voice shook Dipper from his thoughts.

“Yeah…I…you know about those, huh?” Dipper remembered a day when he had been so excited about there being other dimensions, and other versions of himself. In a way it was still a nice thought, that maybe one version of himself hadn’t messed up…hadn’t ended up here. But it still didn’t change his situation, and after about a hundred different dimensions, survival was more important than excitement over new worlds.

“Yeah, Grunkle Ford told me about it once. He said he’d found a dimension where everyone was a baby once, he didn’t sound like he liked it but I think it would be fun…” Mabel gave Dipper a smile, though it wasn’t as bright as her normal smile. Or at least, like the one he remembered as a kid.

Then Mabel’s words registered and Dipper narrowed his eyes. “Wait, Ford? That…that’s Stan’s brother…” he muttered to himself.

Mabel perked up at that. “Stan? He’s here too?!?”

Dipper’s face fell as he remembered his predicament. “He…was…I…I lost track of him.”

“Oh…maybe I can help you find him! He can’t be too hard to find!”

A small smile grew on Dipper’s face at her optimism. Typical Mabel. “Well, he’s pretty small, about your size, but maybe with two-”

“WAIT STAN IS LITTLE?!?”

Dipper winced at the volume of her voice, but thankfully the creatures around didn’t pay much attention. “Yes, he’s about…” Dipper realized he didn’t actually know how old Stan was. “Maybe ten, or twelve? I’m not sure…”

“Oh my gosh, we have to find him! I gotta meet little Stan!” The brightness on Mabel’s face was a welcome change from the heaviness he had seen on it only a few moments ago. All traced of tears were gone.

A small laugh escaped Dipper and he nodded. “Well, alright then, let’s see if we can find him.” Holding out his hand, Dipper felt a small stab of sadness as Mabel immediately grabbed it. Just like when they were little…Shaking his head, he forced himself to focus. This wasn’t his dimension’s Mabel…but it was nice to see her again, even if it was only for a little while.

[klowncrunch]

I think the reason you rarely ever see dimension 20 swap aus is because you can't really decide whether to swap the players as well. (Is specifically only talking about the intriprid hero's this time.)

Cause a gorgug With Figs characteristics would be VERY different in Zacs hands then in Emily's. Each of the players has a very iconic through line with their PC's.

Zac plays weird little guys who ultimately always mean well though smug shy anxious or yk. Just skip.

Emily plays loud outspoken characters typically learning they're enough as they are. Weird girls!! Fucking love an Emily brand weird

Ally plays some ironically bitchy characters. Usually growing into their identity in unfortunate circumstances.(Liam, Kristen, Hell if you wanna stretch it Tim too. Him learning about the book though I do really have my issues with tim.)

Lou usually always plays a team player. Profoundly stupid or profoundly out of their depth but ultimately kind people who have their helping of issues. (Pinocchio is my personal favorite. He's a drifting child.)

Murph. Sweet should never roll ever again murph plays characters who have already gone through their downfall and have to pick themselves back up again in time.(Riz, Barry) Or bad people who have to learn that they do kinda suck. (Gerard, Cody, Kugrash) Theobald is also there. I love him.

Siobhan MY FAVORITE. Siobhan has her own brand of weird girl but God she is really good at playing girls who are learning that the rules and ideas they had before are sometimes going to be broken

Ultimately each player has their own flavoring and honestly it's really cool. Just makes silly little aus a bit of a stretch of da ol noggin

[allyallyorange]

post-story does anything significant happen to the teezers?

do any of them get married to a special someone they meet or to one of the other teezers?

elderly teezers characteristics! who gets the crows feet who gets the smile lines etc.

How does their relationship change as they get older? (I'm sure its different and a little more distant and they sort of have their own cliques as mentioned in a previous post but I'm still curious about the specifics)

Do jongho and yunho ever go back to their original universe? do they miss it?

do wooyoung and san ever settle down into something closer to domesticity (like living in a house again, putting down roots)

how do they heal.

OH GREAT ASK I DIDNT SEE TIL NOW

Hm I don’t know if anyone gets married. I’m still deciding a couple things for a few characters in the post story..

Woosan both with smile lines, 2hogi crows feet? Cute old men. Yeo and Joong don’t get old in the other’s life time

I think they stuck together for several years before drifting a little. Like for the next 10 years they’re all really close and Woosan and Yunho occasionally do their hero thing but always come back home quickly. They drift apart gradually and naturally. It’s nothing dramatic, they don’t have a falling out and it’s not like they’re NOT really close anymore. They’re just adults who don’t always spend every day with their friends. Hongjoong gets more responsibilities as Demon King so he’s not around a lot. Even though Mingi gets older Hongjoong always sees him as a little kid. Wooyoung and San visit the others fairly often, they never split apart. Yeosang’ s house is like home base for everyone else so he’s just around there most of the time. He occasionally will go on an adventure with woosan if he feels like it. Finding a new normal is really hard. Yunho, Jongho and Mingi may find a village or something that they like (maybe Yunho found it with Woosan during an adventure and is like “I wanna live here someday”). Maybe they open a shop or something, Yunho is a mechanic, and Jongho is super smart, who knows what they could do, or maybe they have a cute cafe or something. Woosan visit every now and then. Hongjoong hardly visits and it’s only to check on Mingi. Yeosang only visits if someone came to get him. They’re all distant but still love each other

Jongho and Yunho never move back to their original universe. Jongho thinks they should, Yunho would rather die. They may find a way to make dimension hopping easier and maybe they can visit occasionally, but they never stay. Jongho misses it, Yunho only misses his parents (and his bike)

I think Wooyoung and San eventually will decide to make someplace their home! Probably closer to where the treehouse was cus it felt familiar.

they can only heal with time. And it takes a long time. For years San feels guilty about both Mingi’s arm and still about Hwa’s death (Yeosang apologized to him that it wasn’t fair to blame him for not telling everyone, but San still feels bad cus he loved Seonghwa like family). Yeosang will literally spend eternity missing Seonghwa. When everyone else is gone and it’s just him and Hongjoong, it’s a very lonely life. Hongjoong eventually kind of forgets things (like you know how Peter Pan eventually forgets about Tinkerbell), and Yeosang reminds him. I’m kinda debating if 2ho and Mingi get a happy ending or not lmao

Thank you for your ask!! I love yapping about my au!