#gravity falls bah

[bahfreak]

hii > _ < can we get a transharmed dogboy dipper pines ( gravity falls alter ) ? we just want him to be all soft and cute and stuff ! and a bit of transids and paras too please ! thank u so much hehe sorry if this isnt enough info 😓😓

here fwu go !

047 ;;　　 　🏩　DIPPER !!

₊˚ ‿︵‿︵‿︵ · · • ♡ • · · ‿︵‿︵‿︵ ˚₊

＞　names ： dipper pines . damian

＞　pronouns ： he . they . it . xe . zey . dae . ruff . yap . yip . arf . woof . bark . howl . canine . pup . paw . hound . mutt . soft . fluff . fur . 🐾 . 🦴

＞　terms ： masculine　　♂

＞　genders ： demiboy . pupgender . doggender . dogboygender . pupstimmic . pupcute . bonecoric

＞　orientation ： vincian

＞　paras ： masochism . adult attracted . autozoo . autoaptophilia . autobiastophilia

＞　species ： inumimi

＞　cis ： autistic . twin . permabandaged

＞　trans ： dog . harmed . manipulated . groomed . owned . trafficked . adoring . permacollared . permawagging

＞　roles ： nonhuman . middle

＞　source ： dipper pines from gravity falls

＞　tq ： ARF example text !

[mirrorroad]

look inside your nearest washed up villain book and you may find some abuse catharsis!

[gravity-falls-fanatic89]

It takes every fiber of my being not to shoot the wad on the Gravity Falls mystery bag and get it all 😩

😇: It's charity, and will make you happy.

😈: It's $300....Your family will starve and it's your fault. But you'll be a happy big baby.

Bah.

[the-whirlwind-system]

Hiii! Can we get a Stanley Pines alter? Go absolutely wild with TransID's and such, all we ask is that he's like.. Pre-betrayal Stanford type obsessed with Bill, so any ID's that could fit into that would be absolutely adored!!

Our Bill misses his little following so we're trying to build that back up for him ^^ And it's alright if you can't fill this request, completely understandable!!

First Name: Stanley

Last Name: Pines

Nicknames: Andrew "8-Ball" Alcatraz, Bootleg Sixer, Grunkle Stan, Grunkle Stunkle, Hal Forrester, Old Dude, Panley Stines, PTSD Barnum, S618 (Prison Number), Stan, Stanford Pines, Stetson Pinefield, Steve Pinington, The Guy I'm Gonna Vote For, The Horrible Old Man From The Sky

Age: Late 60s

Gender: Cisgender Male, Maingender

Pronouns: He/Him

Sexuality: Femsexual/Finsexual/Neptunic

Species: Human

Source: Gravity Falls

Roles: Scammer, Criminal

CisIDs: Cis3GradeBurn, CisAnimalCruelty, CisArsonist, CisAssaultAndBattery, CisBlackmailer, CisBreakingAndEntering, CisBribery, CisBullied, CisBurn, CisBurnVictim, CisChildAbuse, CisChildLabor, CisConspiracy, CisCriminal, CisDrunkDriver, CisEscapingLawfulCustody, CisFalseAdvertising, CisFighter, CisForgery, CisGrandTheftAuto, CisGrossNegligence, CisHandicapParking, CisIdentityFraud, CisIllegalWeaponsPossession, CisJailbreak, CisKidnapping, CisMassEndangerment, CisMassFraud, CisMurder, CisNeglectful, CisOffender, CisPoisoner, CisPublicIndecency, CisRecklessDriving, CisRobberies, CisSabotage, CisSmuggling, CisTaxEvasion, CisTheft, CisUnlawfulImprisonment, CisVandalism

TransIDs: PermaManipulator, TransAntivaxxer, TransIllegalStreetRacer, TransRobber, TransSexist, TransTraitor

Paraphiles: Abasiophilia, agalmatophilia, amokoscisia, belly fetishism, breast fetishism, candaulism, dacryphilia, gynandromorphophilia, kleptolagnia, lactophilia, pygophilia, shoe fetishism, timophilia

Other Labels: Monogamous

MBTI: ESTP

Emojis: 🦊 💰 💡 🐻 🍺

Aesthetics: Americana, Adventurecore, Cottagecore, Afropunk, Grunge, Brutalism, Steampunk, Vintage Americana, Punk

Personality Traits: Greedy, Cunning, Charming, Selfish, Loyal, Protective, Sarcastic, Resourceful, Emotionally Complex, Compulsive

Hobbies/Interests: Spending time with his twin brother, Ford, conning people out of money, counterfeiting money, watching television, boxing, fishing, running the mystery shack, inventing and capturing new attractions, vandalizing other tourist attractions, looking for treasure

Silly Quirk: Compulsive need to wear an eye-patch while working, even though he doesn't have an actual injury that would necessitate it

Kins: Foxkin, Bearkin, Raccoonkin, Goatkin

Faceclaim:

(Link 1, Link 2, and Link 3)

[piningforstan]

Everybody Talks

Summary: Stan teaches you the three E’s about living in a small town like Gravity Falls

Pairings: Stanley Pines x Reader

Word Count: 484 words, it’s a short one

Warnings: age gap

A/N: another song inspired fic. Enjoy!

“What’s botherin’ you, kid?”

Stan was infuriatingly observant, even when you thought you did your best to disguise how you were feeling. Hair loose, feet on the dash, a breeze drifting through El Diablo to ward off the heat (and lack of air conditioning), you peer at him from the corner of your eyes.

“How do you know something’s wrong?” You ask.

Stan mimics your own stance, reclined back in his seat and arm hanging casually out the window. The forest whizzes past, bars of golden sunlight slanting through the gaps between trees.

“Cuz I know you,” he says back.

It’s enough explanation — you can’t hide anything from him. You sigh. Straightening in your seat, you eke out, “I heard people…talking.”

Stan’s brows knit together. “Yer gonna have to gimme more than that.”

“Talking…about us,” you say. You don’t know why you were avoiding telling him about the strange interaction while you were in town; perhaps, if you didn’t tell him, then the problem would disappear on its own.

You’ve got Stan’s attention now. “Who?”

“Stan, honey, please watch the road,” you interject, adding, “I didn’t recognize them. But they weren’t bothering to whisper.”

“Hm.” He taps his fingers on the wheel.

You search his profile for the reaction you expected, anger or disbelief, but he’s uncharacteristically calm. “Hm? That’s all?”

“Whaddya want? ‘Course they’re gonna talk about us.”

“It was about…” you gesture between the two of you, the words eluding you.

The corner of Stan’s lip twitches. “Let me tell you, somethin’ — you ever hear of the three E’s?”

“No. Should I have?”

“You’re from the city, I don’t s’pect you to,” he says, shooting you a mischievous look, “when you grow up in a small town, everybody knows everything about everyone.”

“The three E’s,” you repeat, muttering.

He snaps his fingers. “Bingo.”

“So you’re…not worried?”

“Me? Worried?” He lets out one of his deep, toe-curling belly laughs, prompting a smile from you. “We ain’t got nothin’ to worry ‘bout, doll. I don’t give a shit what they think and neither should you.”

“Okay,” you say. The tension leeches from your shoulders.

“You’re all that matters,” Stan says next, surprising you. The tips of his ears turn pink but he forges ahead anyways. “Do you care? ‘Bout us? Our ages?”

“No, of course not.”

“Then I’m all good.” Stan beams at you while clasping his large hand on your knee, giving it a squeeze.

Your heart swells with affection for him. Feeling your concern melt away, loosening the tightness in your chest, you elbow him. “I think you’re getting soft in your old age, Stan Pines.”

“Bah,” he replies flippantly. In the same breath he closes the space between you to press a kiss to the side of your head, drawing you into his side so that you spend the rest of the ride nestled against one another.

[girafeduvexin]

L'AU de Gravity Falls (Fraternité Falls ?) avec Ford et Stan en vieux militants de gauche français, ça va me faire ma semaine.

D'un côté, t'as Ford qui était militant au PCF dans les années 70, ancien soixante-huitard (il a tellement fait ses études à Nanterre), limite trotskiste, le gars expert en théorie marxiste, tu débats avec lui et il te sort 45 textes de Marx ou Benjamin qui te contredisent, l'intello de gauche avec ses pulls troués et ses millions de feuilles volantes, mais qui, contrairement à tous ses camarades, ne fait pas de la socio mais de la physique ! Étonnamment, il a cru au programme commun en 81, il a voté pour Mitterrand, et paf en 82, Stan le pousse dans le portail. Il revient en 2012, sous la présidence de Hollande "ah mais le PCF est encore là?" "C'est mort" "c'est à cause du PS, ces sales social-traitres !", il apprend a posteriori la trahison de Mitterand et le tournant de la rigueur "on peut vraiment pas faire confiance à un socialiste", il fume des clopes en rageant devant le Mystery Shack à chaque intervention télévisée de Hollande et il cotise toujours au PCF, malgré tout.

De l'autre, t'as Stan, peu politisé dans son adolescence, et qui passe à côté de mai 68 parce qu'à la rue à ce moment là, qui vit de débrouille, de galère, qui ne vote pas, ne s'intéresse pas à tout ça pendant longtemps parce que bah, ce qu'il veut c'est survivre jusqu'au lendemain et c'est tout. Et puis, il pousse par accident Ford dans un portail, et le voilà bien malgré lui installé à Gravity Falls. Et maintenant que la survie n'est plus un enjeu, sa conscience politique s'éveille et elle est évidemment marquée par ses années de galère. Ces hommes politiques qui parlent d"assistanat", qu'est-ce qu'ils connaissent à la misère ? Stan est pas très cultivé politiquement et il a pas le temps pour ça, il a un portail à réparer et un frère à sauver, mais les mecs en cravate qui parlent sans rien connaître, ça l'enrage. Et ils ont le culot de dire que c'est à cause de l'immigration qu'il y a du chômage en France ! Stan vote LO, NPA, il vote pour des gens du peuple sans jamais adhérer à un parti (mais il a quand même failli être sur une liste électorale locale !) et il emmerde les fachos, par principe, sans vraiment trop creuser derrière. Il entarte des politicards, il fait des manifs sauvages et il tabasse des fachos dès qu'il peut. Au Mystery Shack, à certaines heures, on peut entendre les Béruriers Noirs gueuler "LA JEUNESSE EMMERDE LE FRONT NATIONAL" et Stan corrige "la VIEILLESSE emmerde le front national".

En 2012, Ford revient, Stan et lui se disputent etc, y a l'apocalypse, ils se réconcilient. Ils discutent de tout, de rien, mais pas de politique, parce qu'il y a tellement plus important à ce moment là.

Et puis un soir, alors qu'ils regardent la télé, on annonce au 20h que Hollande va faire une intervention ce soir. Les deux frères sifflent entre leurs dents, sans se concerter :

"Sale traître"

Regards surpris l'un sur l'autre, puis sourires : évidemment. Évidemment.

Stan fume des roulées avec Ford devant le Mystery Shack. Il râle en disant que les hommes politiques ne comprennent pas le peuple, Ford l'accuse en souriant d'être populiste, Stan rétorque que Ford est un "sale coco de merde". Ils rigolent. La vie est belle.

[tangerinedre3mer]

🌈🌱🌈🌱🌈🌱🌈🌱🌈🌱🌈

Our intro cuz why not🙃✨

✰Our names - Charlie, Bee, if you were so inclined you can call us bill cipher (I am bill so yk), Wisp, Tree, or Nix

✰Our pronouns - We are genderfluid [and a system] so they change but here is the link to our fave pronoun list(basically pick a prn(s) from the list and use them for us✨✨✨) if none of those appeal to you that’s fine, we’re ok with any and all except for she!!

✰Age - we are bodily a minor, keep this in mind. However our “soul” has been around for countless years

✰Types - therian: death head moth, lynx, snow leopard | otherkin: sharkpup, demonkin, cryptidkin, dollkin, plantkin, alienkin | otherhearted: hammerhead shark, whale shark, bumble bee, bat | other/copinglink: mouse, Labrador | fictionkin: bill cipher from gravity falls (idk which timeline we just know we’re a chaotic interdimensional space demon) | queen of hearts from Alice in wonderland

✰Gender - Trigender: cassflux, xenogender, genderfluid (we use the term genderfluid but gendetfaunet x linumgender describes us better)

✰orientation: pan🩷💛💙, aroaceflux, greyaesthetic, aqpflux, hyperalterous, Freak4Freak, and polyamorous

✰agere/dre - lil age: 3-6 | names - cleo/charlie | likes: coloring, drawing, snuggling stuffies, playing video games, being outside, watching shows |

🌱🌈🌱🌈🌱🌈🌱🌈🌱🌈🌱🌈🌱🌈🌱

This is our main blog and is probably gonna be about random crap :]]

other blogs:

@the-sketched-squad [our system sideblog]

@blu3b3rrynightmar3 [our sad, writing, and art sideblog]

@sketcheddaydreams [our bah centered additional main]

please put trigger warnings if you are gonna directly vent to us or are going to be talking to us about losing weight, eds and similar things (it is VERY triggering for us)

if your blog makes us uncomfortable we’ll block you /srs

Byf: we will swear on here, we are citrusqueer and dollqueer, we are pro-endo, pro-radqueer, pro-transid, pro-para, pro-consent [we believe minors and animals can NOT consent], can’t really think of anything else, for the most part we will keep this blog lighthearted

[it is absolutely ok if you have opposing viewpoints and opinions on anything, just be respectful!!]

🌈🌱🌈🌱🌈🌱🌈🌱🌈🌱🌈🌱🌈🌱🌈 Likes: ✰Furry fandom/athropromorfic animals (we have 3 sonas)

✰writing

✰sharks and moths

✰eevees (our faves are sylveon and vapeoreon)

✰hazbin/helluva (intended for mature audiences blah blah blah)

✰tea

✰the dragon prince (show)

✰Stardew Valley

✰Bill Cipher (were the best)

🌱🌈🌱🌈🌱🌈🌱🌈🌱🌈🌱🌈🌱🌈🌱

May update later idk, comment if theres more we should add✨❤️

alrighty, buh-bye my fellow beings🐾✨🌈

[blu3b3rrynightmar3]

into post✨🌑🌈

hey yall, this is gonna be our side blog that hopefully our irl friends don’t find :p

I blocked one of my irl friends on here cuz they were being toxic 😔

Fyi: we are [or a mix of] citrusqueer and dollqueer

edit:

here’s our other two blogs [um ignore the inconsistency of our intros]

@tangerinedre3mer [main blog about random shit] @the-sketched-squad [our system blog]

@sketcheddaydreams [bah blog]

@drawingrainbowsonthewalls [our “controversial” and “problematic” blog]

★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆

heres some basic info:

You can call us Charlie/Bee or bill cipher

we are a minor, don’t be a creep, we will block you🥰 \srs

We like pigeons, sharks, moths, writing, digital art, hiking/camping, being a bitc- (jkjk), gnomes, gravity falls (BILL CIPHER, IM THE F*CKING BEST), uhhhh hazbin hotel and helluva boss, and other stuff idk my brains about to break /hj

alterhuman stuffss:

Death head moth (therian)

lynx (therian)

snow leopard (therian)

demon (otherkin)

sharkpup (otherkin)

Alien (otherkin)

Doll (otherkin)

Crow (otherkin)

bill cipher from gravity falls (fictionkin, you can call me bill or bill cipher if your so inclined but this form goes by many names so, idk which timeline I’m from)

Queen of hearts (fictionkin)

cryptid (otherkin)

mouse (copinglink)

Labrador (funlink)

hammerhead shark (otherhearted)

whale shark (otherhearted)

bumble bee (otherhearted)

Bat (otherhearted)

Ok ok that’s all (for now) *phew* it is hard remembering so many (we pray for all beings/things that are more /gen)

★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆

ok it’s the next day so other stuffs about this blog:

we will post about more crytid, dark, emo, angsty shit /hj On a more serious note we may post about $h or $u!cid@l stuff (we will put cw and tw) /srs, um if that is triggering for you pls go to our main blog @tangerinedre3mer where we mainly post alterhuman stuff and more lighthearted content✨

oh and we’re gonna post bill cipher/billford stuff to probably (they are my actual obsession)

(we have dry/dark humor soooo🌝)

We don’t have a dni, just stay respectful and be good to each other

★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆

A little more about us:

we are genderfluid but a combo of the terms genderfaunet and linumgender!! (We’re also trigender)

currently questioning our sexual orientation but we know we’re pan so that’s cool

idk what else to add but we’ll try our best to update it <33

oki doki buh-byeeeee fellow beings/things

[8thwonderz-ofthewrld]

someone has left something strange at your doorstep...

it's us. we're the eighth wonder system. yes we named our system after lemon demon. autistic rights.

we're a fictive heavy and possibly polyfragmented mixed orgins system of about ~80. mixed origins meaning our system is traumagenic and neurogenic, and about half of our headmates are endogenic.

we're collectively asexual, agender, panromantic, and demiromantic. our collective name is either jay or simon, although we would prefer you just call us by whoever's fronting. our collective pronouns are he/they/it/she (in order of preference). we're bodily a minor too.

our interests include regretevator, pokemon, homestuck, splatoon, tally hall, will wood, lemon demon (duh), femtanyl, machine girl, ENA, gravity falls, adventure time, undertale/deltarune, astronomy, digital art, sprite editing, and scenecore aesthetics.

we have anxiety, depression, autism, adhd, and are suspecting ocd and osdd-1b.

we don't keep a dni, as most people avoid it anyways (flashback to that time i made an agere stimboard that got 10 notes from ab/dl blogs despite my dni banner literally being RIGHT THERE (oh and that radqueer too but thats a whole other story)), but we block extremely fucking freely. we do ask that radqueers GET THE FUCK OUT. GO AWAY. SHOO SHOO I KNOW YOURE STILL READING THIS.

plural code: 🌇 /🖤/🔥/🍀🌵🍃/ 🦢/🎸🎺/⚡⭐ syscourse code: 👍/💛/📘/🔸/🔵/🗯/🗯/🌳/🌥/🥖/🐊/🐌/🦭 (we dont engage in syscourse, we just kinda watch it from afar and munch popcorn, but these are our stances for anyone interested)

we use 'i/me/myself (WILL WOOD REFERENCE 🤯)' and 'we/us/ourselves' interchangeably, depending on the context.

some of us use typing quirks. translations will be provided.

frequent fronters (usually not accurate, our frequent fronters change a lot): simon (he/him), stella (she/her), folly (she/it), cross (they/he), siren (she/it), pongon (he/she), dave (he/they)

(links to more in-depth bios will be here soon!

our other blogs:

@michealsoft-binbows -- main blog, we like and follow from there. @chaotixx-stims -- stimboard blog. on hiatus because no energy @shiveria -- agere blog @bl4ck-rainbows -- stella's blog. she doesnt really use it that much anymore @dezzhoard -- desirae's blog. made right before she went dormant. i think she was a walkin. would be used by us but we are too lazy to do shit @dove-strider-irl -- dove's blog. no idea what she planned to do with it, like desirae she went dormant right after. @justanother-bah-blog -- build a headmate blog

list of all of our fucking headmates here

our simply plural is eighthwonderz-ofthewrld btw... you should totally friend us /nf

uh what do i do now? i guess i just-

[bahfreak]

hello! can we get mabel, mina and ochaco? you can go crazy with genders, ids, etc. we are in a fuzzy state atm

yes !! here yu go ! :3

room 083 ,, MABEL . . .

names : mabel pines

pronouns : she / her , they / them , nya / nyas

terms : feminine

genders : girlflux , autigender , catgender , cutegender , deathcute , genderdead , rainbowgender , kidcoric , 🌈emojic

orientation : unlabeled

paraphilias : 🧸 , 🌷 , 💐 , 🌼 ( meanings )

species : human

cis - ids : short , autistic , creative , artist

tris - ids : poet , adhd , kidcore

trans - ids : famous , perma - 7 , perma - dating , glitteramian , rainbow irises

roles : little , happiness holder

source : mabel pines from gravity falls

typing quirk : emoticons in every message

mina and ochacho below the cut !

room 084 ,, MINA . . .

names : mina / 三奈 , ashido / 芦戸 , 洗熊 , pinky / ピンキー , チューリップ

pronouns : she / her , zey / zem , mew / mews , meow / meows , prr / purr , love / loves , luv / luvs , kit / kits , 🐾 , 💗 , 🍥 , 🍡

terms : feminine

genders : transgender , transfem , girl+ , hypergirl , girlflux , pinkgender , catgender

orientation : lesbian

paraphilias : 🧸 , 💌 , 🐾 , 🍉 , 💐 , 🌼 , 🍭

species : humanoid

cis - ids : age dreamer , pet regressor , adhd , alterhuman , cringe , weird , y2k

tris - ids : feline cladotherian , japanese

trans - ids : age regressor , pinkamian , candyscentian , nekomimi , plural , coquette

roles : pending

source : mina ashido from my hero academia

typing quirk : all caps + kaomojis

room 085 ,, OCHACO . . .

names : ochaco / 日お茶子 , uraraka / 麗

pronouns : she / her , they / them , shey / shem , ae / aer , cu / cute , bun / buns , bub / bubble , 🫧

terms : feminine

genders : non - binary , strawberrygender

orientation : hyperromantic , pansexual , ambiamorous

paraphilias : trans - 🗺️ , 🔖🌷 , 🐊

species : human

cis - ids : gapped teeth , generalized anxiety disorder , malaptive daydreaming disorder , rosacea , perma - blush , perma - crushing

tris - ids : dyscalculic , dyslexic

trans - ids : punk , species dysphoria , transage , perma - 21 , 🗺️

roles : joy holder , delight

source : ochaco uraraka from my hero academia

typing quirk : all lowercase

[blueberries-bah]

Hello there. This is such an odd request, but I desire companionship of the source variety. Could I have a young Fiddleford? I am technically 15 innerworld, so he would have to be a MAP. Just. An intelligent man like me, somebody who can understand me.

—Fischer from @transfamous aka @bah-hotel

On it, loves!!!

🫐N a m e s ; ; Fiddleford , Fids , fiddle , ford

🫐 G e n d e r ; ; Tmasc , demiboy

🫐P r n s ; ; he/him , they/them , it/it's , book/books

🫐O r i e n t ; ; Gay

🫐C ! I d s ; ; nerd , listener , quiet , harmless , adoring

🫐 T ! I d s ; ; harmful , knowledgable (even more then he is) , loved , praised

🫐P a r a s ; ; 🗺️ !

🫐 S o u r c e ; ; gravity falls

🫐M o d ; ; Andre and Cyber!

I tried I'm so sorry if he isn't good!! Cyber helped with most of it<3

[gravity-falls-fanatic89]

Keep going back and forth on getting an extra bag of stuff, aside from my suggestive bag, because I love all the artists 😩 But I want to save, and send a proper care package to a friend, and the shipping is the killer.

Bah.

[the-whirlwind-system]

could we req a pack of mabel pines from gravity falls,, :3c only specification is that they ue itit's pronouns,, as well as some other ones if ya can!! tysm!!

First Name: Mabel

Last Name: Pines

Nicknames: Hambone, Lady Mabelton, Mabel Girl, Mabelangelo, Maple, Shooting Star, The Main Mabel

Age: 13

Gender: Demigirl, Xenogender, Catgender, Glittergender, Sparklegender, Catgirlgender, Kcttygender, Catvocaloid, Strawberrycatgender, Espeoncatgender

Pronouns: It/Its

Sexuality: Bisexual (Masc Preference), Hyperromantic, Plushieromantic (playing off the fact that she said she loves some of her stuffed animals)

Species: Human

Source: Gravity Falls

Roles: Healer

CisIDs: CisBrownHair, CisBrownEyes, CisCurlyHair, CisAstralProjector, CisTwin, CisOldestTwin, CisSibling, CisPrisoner (for creating counterfeit money), CisCriminal, CisLeft-Handed

TransIDs: TransCat/TransKitten, TransSpiritual, TransWitchcraftUser, TrisJewish, TransVampire, TrisDivorcedParents, TransHappyChildhood

Other Labels: Ambiamorous

MBTI: ENFP

Emojis: 🎨 🌟 🦄 💖 🐷 🎉 🌈

Aesthetics: Adventurecore, Fairycore, Bubblegum Bitch, Craftcore, Whimsicraft, Unicorncore, Pastel Goth, Romantic Academia, Bubblegum Coquette, Candyland

Personality Traits: Optimistic, Creative, Enthusiastic, Empathetic, Spontaneous, Romantic, Supportive, Adventurous, Playful, Self-Confident

Hobbies/Interests: Boys, DIY Projects, Making Sweaters, Friendship/Socializing, Romance, Mystery and Adventure, Running A Talent Show, Fashion, Collecting Stamps, Waddles, Daydreaming/Fantasizing

Silly Quirk: Compulsively Knits Sweaters When Nervous; Whenever Mabel Has Nightmares, She Meows Herself Back To Sleep

Kins: Catkin, Cartoonkin

Faceclaim: 

(Link 1, Link 2, and Link 3)

[vampiric-bah]

Hello ! we are a new BAH blog.

What we will do - anything.

here is a LINK to the sources we are most familiar with.

This Blog has no DNI, all we ask is for you to be respectful.

Feel free to tell us if you formed bc of our template(s)!

This is our Template - Feel free to use it or not.

Name[s] -

Age -

Gender[s] -

Pronouns -

Sexuality -

Transids -

Paras -

Likes -

(we will do picrews and photos)

.......

Info about the mods below the cut.

Enzo. He/Him, Main mod, will do any headmate.

....

Cipher. He/It/God/Terror/Death, Gravity falls Fictive, prefers to do problematic headmates.

....

Doctor. He/Him, will do anything.

....

Kai. He/Him, Will do whatever

[bah-technicalities]

Hi there, welcome to the BAH community! Do you have a source list you’re comfortable with for introjects, if you do them? If I missed it in your intro post I apologize ^^;

I believe @sewers-headmates asked a similar question to yours, so I'll answer this for both of you ^^ thank you for the welcome!

We will do introjects from any source if there is a sufficient wiki page for them, or something that is provided that can give us information on the character. We do know a lot of common sources and are very introject heavy ourselves, but there are some we may struggle with, and we'll try our best regardless.

To note, here's a list of our own introject sources, and ones that may be easier for us to do as a result. This doesn't mean we'll discount an introject request if it isn't on this list, but a request may or may not take longer if it isn't, depending on the character asked for. And some sources that we're interested in we haven't split anyone from, so this isn't a comprehensive list of our "preferred" sources or interests either.

Genshin Impact/Honkai Star Rail

DDLC

Undertale/AU/Deltarune

Vivziepop works(Hazbin/Helluva)

Pokemon(anime, games, and manga)

Danganronpa(including fan games and works)

Avatar the Last Airbender

The Owl House

Our Life series

Cookie Run(kingdom and ovenbreak)

Gravity Falls

Webtoon sources

Project Sekai

Bandori

Enstars

OMORI

Your Turn to Die

Welcome Home

Ever After High / Monster High

Twisted Wonderland

Multiple different mangas or animes/movies

And multiple songs. We do songtives. We have a lot of them ourselves and I'm not listing all of them.

We will also do OC introjects, if stuff is provided on them. We won't add any profile pictures to OC introjects, as that can be at one's discretion, but we are open to doing them if there is a rundown on how they are like/how you'd like them as an introject.

[uncaaj]

Fanfic: It’s a Wonderful Life Starring Donald and Mickey Chapter 2: A Formative Childhood

CHAPTER 1 | chapter 2 | MORE COMING SOON...

READ NOW ON AO3!

“We’ll need to send someone down immediately. Whose turn is it?”

“It’s the mouse’s turn again.”

“Ah, Mickey. Hasn’t earned his wings yet, has he?”

“Because he has the IQ of a rabbit.”

“But he has the faith of a child. Send for him.”

“You sent for me, sir?”

“Yes, Mickey. A duck down on Earth needs our help.”

“Oh boy! Is he sick?”

“Worse. He’s discouraged.”

+++

The tollbooth door burst open and a surge of cold air nearly knocked the two ducks and the mouse off their feet.

Mickey scrambled to his feet and brushed snow from his gown. “Gee, you don’t have to make a fuss about it.”

Donald rose up. “What was that?”

“You’ve never been born, Donald,” said Mickey. “You don’t exist. You don’t have a care in the world.”

Donald’s eyes widened slightly, and he got up close to Mickey, pointing at his left side. “Say something in that ear.”

Mickey crouched slightly and whispered, “No $8,000 to get. No Pete Potter looking for you with the sheriff.”

Donald stepped back. “Well, I’ll be doggoned,” he breathed, “I haven’t heard anything from that ear since I was a kid and I fell into the river.”

“Our clothes are dry too,” Mickey pointed out.

“Huh,” Donald remarked. “Stove’s better than I thought. Well, get dressed. We’ll stroll to my car and- er, that is, I’ll stroll, you fly.”

Mickey tossed him his jacket. “I can’t fly. I haven’t got any wings.”

Donald caught it and suddenly felt like a dope. “Yeah, that’s right. You haven’t got your wings…”

+++

“Who’s that?”

“That’s your problem, Donald Bailey, when he was 12 years old.”

Donald, bundled up snug and tight, stood at the bottom of a great hill, surrounded by friends. At the top of the hill was another duck equally as bundled. She clutched a sled in her mittens.

“And here comes the scare-baby, my kid sister, Della Bailey!” Donald announced.

“I’m not scared!” Della retorted, stomping her foot. She set the sled down and after a breath, scooted her way past the edge before gravity took over. The kids cheered as Della rocketed down the hill. Some jumped out of the way as she whizzed past and onto the frozen lake behind them. She didn’t slow as she passed the marks the other kids set for themselves on their runs, and sunk into the thin, crumbly ice at the bend. The kids gasped as Della sunk into the freezing water below.

Donald ran after her and dove onto the ice, sledding toward his sister like a penguin. He dove in after her and hugged his arms around her. When he surfaced, he felt no chill. His racing heart kept Jack Frost at bay.

“Make a chain gang!” he called to the crowd of friends standing there. They jumped into action and laid themselves out into a chain stretching from the chilly water to a snowbank far away from the lake. Donald hugged Della tight as his friends pulled them both to safety.

“Donald saved his sister’s life that day. But he caught a bad cold which infected his left ear. Cost him his hearing in that ear.”

“Golly.”

+++

“What’s the matter?” Mickey asked.

Donald stood next to a tree, thick and strong, like any other in town. It seemed he expected to be in a state other than it was at that moment. “This is where I left my car.”

“You have no car,” Mickey said.

Donald tapped his foot. “Well, I had a car and it was right here. I guess somebody moved it.” Looking to the left, Donald spotted a panhandler trudging past. He jogged over and waved to the hunched drake wearing tattered layers. “Excuse me! Do you know what happened to my car? I crashed into that tree there, cut a big gash in the side.”

The old drake adjusted his Pince-Nez glasses and squinted to where Donald looked. “Oh yeah. Oldest tree in Pottersville.”

“Pottersville? Y-you mean Bedford Falls.”

The old drake sniffed. “Bah! You think I don’t know where I live? Come off it!”

Donald scoffed and began to walk away. “I dunno. Either I’m off my nut or he is. Or you are!” He said, pointing to Mickey.

The angel held his hands up. “It’s not me.”

“Hold the phone!” Donald said. The face of that drake…so familiar yet so withered. His stained lab coat, and his eyes once full of wonder, now hollow. Donald dashed back to the worn drake, his employer in a bygone age. “Dr. McDuck!” he called. “It’s Donald Bailey! Don’t you know me?”

He didn’t realize he grasped the homeless, downtrodden pharmacist by his coat until Dr. McDuck shoved him away. “Leave me alone! I know no such man!” shouted the doctor, bathing Donald in whiskey breath. As he waddled into the night, he cursed Donald in his rough Scottish accent. 

Donald could only stand in disbelief as his first mentor in business blended into the snowy background, cold to him and to all.

He heard Mickey’s crunched footsteps approach and looked to the angel for answers. “Th-that’s Dr. McDuck, the druggist!”

“Remember,” said Mickey, placing a hand on Donald’s shoulder. “You were never born. You weren’t there to stop McDuck from poisoning that Blaine child.”

“Whaddaya mean, I wasn’t there?” Donald exclaimed. “I remember it distinctly…”

+++

“Donald!”

“Yes, Dr. McDuck?”

“I don’t pay you to be a canary!”

“No, sir.”

Young Donald Bailey watched his employer stumble into the backroom of his drug store. He could smell the whiskey trailing the old drake like a thundercloud hanging over as McDuck disappeared from view, shutting the door loudly behind him.

Donald shook his head and turned back to his post, the cash register and soda fountain. An open telegram on a shelf nearby caught his eye and he took it and looked inside. As he read it, Donald’s heart welled up in empathy for his poor boss.

“What does it say?”

“We regret to inform you that your son, Robert died very suddenly of influenza. Everything possible was done for his comfort.”

“Oh my goodness.”

Donald set it down and looked toward the back room. Dr. McDuck could really use a friend right now.

He carefully opened the door and walked toward the drunk doctor, dodging shelves of glass pharmaceuticals. He was muttering frustrated Scottish and cramming capsules into a box as if they were jumping out intent on not going inside it.

“Anything I can do back here, Dr. McDuck?” Donald asked meekly.

“No, lad,” McDuck grunted, the capsules slipping through his fingers and dropping to the floor like plastic raindrops. Donald helped him collect them and package them properly before he was waved away. Before he left the doctor, he couldn’t help but notice the bottle on McDuck’s worn desk. It must be what he used for the capsules. Donald’s stomach dropped. The label said “POISON.”

“You want to do something for me?” asked McDuck, shoving the box into Donald’s arms. “Deliver these capsules to Mrs. Blaine’s. She’s waiting for them.”

Donald looked to the poison bottle then to his boss, graying sideburns disheveled. “Yes, sir,” he said, “They have the diphtheria there, haven’t they? I-it’s a charge?”

“Good lad.”

“Dr. McDuck, I…w-well-“

“What are you waiting for? Get going!”

Donald nodded. “Yes, sir.”

+++

“But you didn’t deliver the capsules, did you?” Mickey asked.

“No,” said Donald, shoving his hands in his coat pockets as he paced around. “I…got caught up in a conversation with my father. I thought he could help me make a decision. I didn’t mention it but in the end, I returned the box to Dr. McDuck. And boy, was he grateful.”

+++

“Where’s Mrs. Blaine’s capsules, lad?!”

Dr. McDuck had Donald by the scruff of his shirt and was shaking him. “What tricks are you playing?! Don’t you know that boy’s very sick?!” He wound up and struck Donald on the left side of his face.

“Sir, please! That hurts my sore ear!” Donald cried.

Dr. McDuck growled and slapped Donald again, wrenching the box from his hands. “Lazy loafer!”

“Y-you don’t know what you’re doing!” Donald sobbed, frantically defending himself through tears and lashings. “You put something bad in those capsules! You got the telegram and you’re upset! It’s not your fault, Dr. McDuck! Please don’t hurt my ear again!”

The lashings slowed and the old doctor stepped back as the weight of his misdeed crashed upon him. He threw himself upon the desk and grasped the bottle. His eyes fell upon the skull and crossbones label. Wrenching the box open and popping a capsule, he tasted the medicine, then spit it out when the bitter taste confirmed his fears. He then looked to Donald again, scared and crying, and saw the face of the poor boy he almost killed. It then morphed into his own son, suddenly departed, frightened at the near damning of his papa’s soul.

The shame he felt attacking such a noble boy wracked him with a guilt that burned as much as the poison on his tongue. Dr. McDuck began to weep as he wrapped his arms around Donald and the two shed tears together.

+++

“I promised over and over not to tell what happened that day, and I still haven’t…” Donald turned back to Mickey, who was listening intently with every word he said. “Well, you say you know everything about me? They must’ve told you that.”

“Yes,” Mickey admitted, “But you tell it with so much more passion. That’s what happens when you live it. But it’s different here.”

“Yeah, go figure. McDuck still has his drug store. What’s he panhandling for? His pride wouldn’t dare let him.”

“Here he spent 20 years in jail for poisoning Mrs. Blaine’s kid,” Mickey answered, “and he emerged a broken man.”

All because here I don’t exist? Donald questioned to himself. Surely he was not so easily removed form his own story like this. “N-now look here, who are you?”

Mickey was taken aback. “Huh? I said I’m your guardian angel.”

“More like a hypnotist! You’re making me see these strange things!”

“Don’t you get it, Donald?” Mickey implored, “It’s because you were never born.”

Donald grasped at any sense of self he had left since it was so casually wrenched away from him. “Then if I was never born, who am I?”

“Nobody. There is no Donald Bailey. You have no cards, no licenses, no insurance policy-“

Donald feverishly turned his coat pockets inside out at each mention of his belongings. “Right, and I suppose next you’ll tell me-“

“Yup,” Mickey nodded, “Your kid Louie’s petals aren’t there, either.”

Donald froze, hunched over and knees knocked, resigned to staring at Mickey with awe and horror.

“You’ve been given a great gift, Donny,” said Mickey gently. “A chance to see what the world would be like without you.”

Donald’s breathing intensified, and soon he began walking away in a stupor. “I…th-this is a funny dream I’m having…so long, Mick, I’m going home.”

Mickey began to chase Donald. “What home, Donald?” he called.

“Shut up!” Donald shouted, running at a full clip. “You’re screwy! I’m going home, and I’m gonna see my wife and family! Alone!”

Mickey slowed as Donald vanished into the night. He sighed and turned his head to heaven once again. “How am I doing?” The sky twinkled its response and Mickey nodded. “Thanks.” Mickey looked back to the spot where Donald left him behind. If he was ever going to earn his wings, he had to catch up to the duck and fast.