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currently-becoming-potatoes · 9 months ago

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List of words for the computer:

LONG POST- more under the cut

STANFORD- Pulls up a file on Stanford Pines, written by an unknown scientist. It discusses his extra finger and praises his intelligence, as well as calling him the “next evolution in the human species”.

BILL CIPHER- Takes you to the Wikipedia page for the Eye of Providence. Also took me to a Sesame Street video about a Jazzy Triangle and a Square. Not sure what prompted the change.

STANLEY PINES: Takes you to a list of EBay listings for brass knuckles.

FIDDLEFORD: Takes you to the music video for Cotton Eye Joe by Rednex.

SHERMIE: Nothing. I sure do wish we got some lore about Grandpa Pines.

GRAVITY FALLS: The text on the computer reads “never heard of it” and the red light on the bottom turns green.

ALEX HIRSCH: Leads to Google Images for “flannel”. Huh.

WEIRDMAGEDDON: Pulls up an article from the Gravity Falls Gossiper about how nothing happened at all and there was no apocalypse.

DISNEY: Screen reads “rat.gif censored for your protection”

SOOS: Leads to a page of writing from Soos himself, referencing many things (including Tad Strange being gay and madly in love with Woodpecker Guy. Love wins!!!)

DIPPER: Leads to a creepy yellow parchment with a message from Bill Cipher himself trying to trick Dipper into blinding himself by staring at the sun for 13 hours straight! Silly! (Also if you keep clicking on it, the page gets darker and blurrier until it implies we've gone blind)

MABEL: Causes stickers to appear on every available surface. Clicking it enough times leads to message “lab now fully Mabelized”.

WENDY: Leads to a note from Wendy that mentions a way to ward off evil triangles written in the bottom corner of the book.

GIDEON: Makes a web recording of Gideon scatting play. It ends with “I love you forever Mabel”. Please shut the fuck up you little creep.

TAD STRANGE: Plays a video of bread with smooth jazz in the background.

TOBY DETERMINED: Leads to a Google search for a restraining order. Holyyyyy shittttttt

WHO ARE YOU: “I could ask you the same question”

SEASON 3: “Season Two”. I guess that’s that lol

This was about all I could find. Please reblog with anything else you can discover! Thank you, fellow Gravity Falls enjoyers!

And make sure to give some love to all the wonderful folks down in the comments! Many of these answers and tips come from what they've found. I can't list everyone, unfortunately- I didn't expect this post to get popular- but, to everyone who's helped out, THANK YOU.

FURTHER EDITS:

BLIND EYE: Pulls up an optometrist’s eye exam. Each line reads “WKHBOOVHH”. Too lazy to translate atm.

PIÑATA: Bill Cipher getting beaten to death /hj

MASON: A note from Dipper listing several anagrams of Gravity Falls characters’ names. You can check in the comments for the answers.

AXOLOTL: “You ask alotl questions”. Thanks for the pun, Alex, but I’m kind of losing my mind rn

MYSTERY SHACK: Leads to a Google search for Confusion Hill, the real-life Mystery Shack!

MYSTERY: “?”

MONSTER: Leads to several YouTube videos for “There’s a Monster at the End of this Book.”

VALLIS CINERIS: Leads to an analog-horror-esque video of Baby Bill and his parents, who have been blotted out by static, and a voice repeating “WHY DID YOU DO IT” over and over again until you stop the video.

PORTAL: “Portal.exe has been deleted. I bet you could build a new one.”

GIFFANY: You need to put it in multiple times. Several warnings about breaching firewall, followed by a message from GIFFANY saying “SOOS! I still love you!” or smth like that, and then GIFFANY herself briefly appearing onscreen. Trying again after that summons her more. Also lets you download some ZIP files.

DORITO: Summons an image of a spinning Dorito, followed by the most cursed image of Bill Cipher I have ever seen.

GOD: A short video of an axolotl in a tank with a Bill Cipher statue plays. This is Alex’s axolotl, shown in the Book of Bill countdown.

REALITY: “Is an illusion”

FILBRICK: “I’m not impressed”

CARYN: “I knew you were gonna write that”

GLASS SHARD BEACH: Leads to an image of the New Jersey Hell Hole.

ANY CUSS WORD: Pulls up a paper reading “NOT S&P APPROVED. WASH YOUR MOUTH OUT WITH SOAP” with an image of soap below.

MATPAT: Leads to a video of MatPat next to a conspiracy board, holding the Book of Bill. He tells us we’re on our own.

BABBA: Plays an audio recording of Dipper singing BABBA. Not Disco Girl, a different song.

CRAZ: Leads to the Jem and the Holograms theme.

XYLER: See above.

AD ASTRA PER ASPERA: Shows us two new journal pages from Ford and Mabel, studying the Cipher statue. They’re definitely worth the read, I teared up looking at them.

ANSWER: “Question”

QUESTION: “Answer”

SEASON ONE: “Season -1: Antigravity Falls”

SEASON TWO: “Season 1” …maybe scratch what I said about Season 3. Or don’t. Things are starting to damage my brain.

CURSED (got from @slimslamflimflam decoding the candle! Thanks!): Shows two pages talking about the dangers of drawing triangles, with the bottom of the second page showing several drawings of Bill and the words “HE IS COMING, RUN”

THE UNIVERSE: “Hologram”

RIZZ: “Life privileges revoked. Now releasing poison gas.” This response is repeated if you type in SKIBIDI or FORTNITE.

BABY: Shows an ultrasound of a fetus Bill Cipher, captioned “Look at what’s growing inside you! See you in nine months, papa!”

JOURNAL 3: “The Journal for Me”

PACIFICA: Leads to a note from Pacifica calling Bill Cipher “ick” and telling us to follow her on social media under “Platinum Paz”

PLATINUM PAZ: Pulls up an image of Northwest Manor with the llama symbol overlaid and a “NW” logo beneath. There's also a short story beneath!

LOVE: Leads to an audiobook of “The Love Triangle”. Need to read later.

BLENDIN: “The time agent lost and presumed incompetent”. Uh…?

SCARY: Leads to another audiobook of a cheesy Goosebumps-esque horror novel written by Bill himself, apparently.

DIVORCE: Shows you the logo of the bar Bill went to after his fight with Ford… Billford bitter exes confirmed

ROBBIE: Leads to the cringiest messages ever. He’s such a failure I love him

CONSPIRACY: Leads to a video of a man losing his mind over the countdown counting up. I feel so seen. (I have been informed that his name is Charlie Day, he's an actor from It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia and that one meme, he had a quote on the back of the Book of Bill, thanks to everyone who explained that to me, I'm sorry, I'm uncultured)

RAT: “Thurburt’s number?”

BLANCHIN: Leads to a YouTube video on how to blanch vegetables.

TJ ECKLEBURG: “Never mention that name again.”

NOTHING: “Something”

SOMETHING: “Nothing”

BURNSIDE: “Burned inside.” Well… at least we know what happened…

WADDLES: Leads to the pig placement network!

THERAPRISM: Pulls up a sign from the theraprism regarding an emergency situation. The code reads "THE OLD ONE".

SHAPE: Pulls up an article on Plato, triangles, and Ancient Greece. This article is presumably written by Bill.

LLIB and BILL: THIS leads to the Sesame Street video every time.

WEIRD: Shows a video of a frightened Weird Al panicking about being trapped in a computer. Sorry, man...

CLONE: Pulls up an image of Paper Jam Dipper, a warning about not getting him too close to liquids, and an option to print.

TRIANGLE: ")" or "Tri harder."

THEYLLSEE: "Is seeing believing?"

DEER TEETH: "For you, kid!"

LIFE: "Life: 72% complete. Now loading: death."

DEATH: "Life's goth cousin."

PINES: "A good family tree."

OWL TROWEL: A slab of hieroglyphs, translating to an ancient ad for an owl trowel.

SCALENE: "Life form not found." EUCLID has the same outcome.

WELL WELL WELL BEING: Some assorted notes from Bill's Theraprism file. These include his greatest love and fear, his art therapy notes, and notes on his phobias. Three clicks is required to read them all.

BOO BERRY: Offers a poem on the meaning of life! Wow! I feel so enlightened!

LOVE YA BRO: Shows us a doodle from Stan of one of his and Ford's Sea Grunks adventures, and another code on the back. It translates to "Kings of New Jersey." I've been told it lets you download the code as a font.

SORRY: Reveals the repaired Backupsmore photo, with a note from Fiddleford about his and Ford's growing friendship. Fiddauthor fans, we are eating well tonight!

HORROR: Pulls up an image and report on The Always Garden, which is essentially a cheap Italian restaurant hidden in the backrooms.

HOLOGRAM: "Universe."

NAITSUAF: Pulls up a page that looks like it would be from the Book of Bill, in which Bill tries to convince us to sell us his soul. Clicking "ARE YOU READY?" pulls up a contract where we can sell our soul to Bill (with an alarming amount of coded fine print. Will need to translate later). You can print this document out, back out, or sign it right there on the web. Hitting "SIGN" causes the words "PLEASURE DOING BUSINESS WITH YOU!" to appear, and the document to close. In other words, I no longer have a soul.

IMSTILLONYOURMIND: Plays a recording of the ocean, with Stan faintly talking in the background. Poor Ford ain't quite over the divorce yet...

HOTXOLOTL: Pulls up a "MOST WANTED" doc on the henchmaniacs.

SEVENEYES: Pulls up a faded polaroid of The Oracle with text on the back that reads "LEAVE HIM. Escape to dimension *blurred out*. It's against the rules but it's the only reality where you'll be safe from him." The code at the bottom (once again decoded by the powerhouse that is @slimslamflimflam) reads "Set a course for Dimension: R34LITY." Is another Cipher Hunt in the makes? Only time will tell, hehehe.

JUST FIT IN: Plays an old commercial with a few moments of speech in the glitches at the end.

EVEN HIS LIES ARE LIES: Shows a transcript from a therapy session at the Theraprism. Bill discusses his relationship with Ford and cuts off the session when someone brings up his parents.

NOT A PHASE: Shows a Google search for "black hair dye stained an entire bathroom."

PAPER IS BOOK SKIN: Instantly downloads a page of fleshy pink paper with the word "ENJOY" written on it!

SHAVE YOUR GRANDMA: Pulls up a few more pages about the human life cycle.

LIES: Pulls up an image of "The Game of Lies" board game, with a long stretch of text from (I assume) Bill, ending with "LIE UNTIL YOU ARE NOT LYING ANYMORE." Someone has some issues...

SAY BAAAA: Pulls up a neat little rhyme about being Bill Cipher's obedient flock of sheep. The code at the end translates to "Black Sheep."

ONE EYED KING: Plays a video of a hypnotist's spiral, with Bill proclaiming "YOU WANT TO PLEDGE YOUR SOUL TO BILL CIPHER" in the background. There is also morse code that translates to "NAITSUAF", leading to a previous discovery- the soul contract.

TANTRUM: Pulls up a transcript of a spat between Bill and Time Baby.

TITANS BLOOD: "HOOT HOOT! Password please!"

CURSE WITTEBANE: Pulls up an image of a Bill Cipher ouija board.

FORDTRAMARINE: Pulls up several rejected files from Ford trying to convince us Fordtramarine exists.

SUCK IT MERLIN: Pulls up a tapestry of Bill riding a unicorn. The code at the top reads "DAY MARE VS NIGHTMARE."

HEY NERD: Plays a commercial advertising things such as a Bill Cipher calendar, the Scrubba-Bill, a severed hand, and the entire Cygnus-XIII galaxy. Half of the image can be found in the Book of Bill.

DESTRUCTION IS THE FORM OF CREATION: Pulls up a frantic page of notes from post-portal-shit Fiddleford. A sticky note at the bottom has a code that reads "Unreality."

RUBBERHOSE: Plays "The World is Small Ever After for All."

IRREGULAR: Shows us Bill's mugshot in color. The code below reads "No prison or attention span can hold him."

UNREALITY: Offers a guide by Bill on how to become immortal.

GUN: "Oh yes oh yes oh yes they both."

ABUELITA: Leads to a video on vacuuming the walls.

YES: "What's McGucket's favorite soda?"

NO: "Your loss..."

REPEATEDLY CLICKING STAN: This stuff deserves a section of its own, away from the OG Stan stuff. It takes you through several Ebay listings on various Stan-ish items until you get to a page written by Bill about Stan's secret shames. "Ex-wives" further confirms our theory on Stan and Eda's relationship, as well as revealing many other bits of lore. "Fears" is somewhat goofy to be honest. "Secret Shames" reveals that Stan is a fanfiction writer and that his mother is the only member of his family who truly loves him outside of Ford and the kids. "Unreported Crimes" is somewhat goofy as well. "Failed Products" basically confirms that Stan is that world's Alex. "Lowest Moments" is genuinely depressing, and "Darkest Thought". Well. I'm not spoiling it lol. And the bit on "How He Beat Me" causes Bill to get more and more frantic/angry the more you click it! Comedy GOLD!

DIPPY FRESH: Leads to a Reddit post of the Burger King Kids Club.

MEOW: Leads to a TikTok of a man playing the Gravity Falls theme on that cap keyboard.

HELP ME: Pulls up another video of Alex's axolotl and the tiny statue. Rip Bill ig :/

R34LITY: Pulls up several photos of the henchmaniacs in live-action, captioned "They found a new home."

JOURNAL 1: "The journal of fun."

JOURNAL 2: "The journal for you."

FBI: "Your webcam is on. We are watching."

BURNED INSIDE: Shows an image of a charred Oregon Parks badge and nametag on the ground.

HECTORING: Plays a silly little country song!

OROBOROUS: Pulls up two journal pages about Fiddleford buying Ford an axolotl to keep him company, and Bill subsequently telling Ford to get rid of him. There's also some code on the first page that reads "CHONKY BOY." Ford, you wonderful dork.

#the book of bill #gravity falls #thisisnotawebsitedotcom #bill cipher #stanford pines #stanley pines #dipper pines #mabel pines #soos ramirez #wendy corduroy #gideon gleeful #(please help I don’t know what’s going on)

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lazylattedgleam · 2 months ago

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Hello hello everyone! Thoughts drop part-3! For a NON!MC Reader.

TW: Angst, Unrequited feelings (if you are uncomfortable then please don’t read ahead. Thank you!)

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They say that often first meetings are like cheat codes designed by Fate herself to help one venture further into the game of chase with another person…Results vary from individuals, so are the scores as She plays with the strings of one’s life…And that was how you met him too…accidentally, maybe at the Cafe or the beach or at a sweetshop to ease your sweet tooth, or at the gym, maybe even while grocery shopping. Well it was not much of a meeting since no words were shared, but gazes met…he held that aura within him…yet he looked so broken…how did you decipher so much from just having eye contacts with a stranger? You don’t know…but you wished in the deepest chambers of your heart…that you maybe meet him again in the future? That is if Fate may allow…

Well She did…as you kept running into each other more often…gathering your courage you said a simple, but genuine “Hi”…so did he…one word became two…then more and more…aaaand soon you were hanging out, meeting up often—almost three times a week, with your new “friend”, maybe at the Cafe or the beach or at a sweetshop to ease your sweet tooth, or at the gym, maybe even while grocery shopping…Days grow into weeks, weeks into months…as you find yourself having grown close to him at such a rate you felt like you knew him from Adam, the ever-growing gleam of familiarity in him that was brighter than the light of a thousand stars, stronger than the pull of gravity itself…that kept you grounded…too grounded…that you felt like you could never fly again…yet it was everything you’ve ever wanted, you were tired of falling into an endless pit of void…maybe now you finally found the ground you’ve always been searching for…yet you drowned in him…

Late night texts, jokes and limericks, lingering touches here and there, soft words of affirmation, evening strolls, eating in and out, stargazing…had become a crucial part of your existence, a part that lingered even before he existed for you, but he made them feel alive…made you feel like home…like “you”…the truest, most vulnerable version of you…Everything was rose gold…too perfect…you’d often fear it would all end,

Overthink

Overthink…until you did confide it all to him someday…

He said, “Nothing’s gonna change, not for me and you…”, and that put you at ease instantly, brightening your mood, feelings, emotions, and most importantly yourself…

Maybe Fate finally gave you the chapter which you yearned for in your monologue…

She arrived…infiltrating the garden you thought you’d created in his heart for you in just a matter of seconds…His eyes lit up like you’ve never seen them before…not with you…Behind his eyes you could see how much he held for her…how much he cherished, yearned and loved her…his whole persona found the true colors as if they’d obtained their genuine identity after so long…The colors you saw within him was different…it still had a greyish hue to everything…but the colour she painted onto him was different…it was vibrant, bright, illuminating, blinding, every hue mixing and blending perfectly with one another like it was meant to be…

All you could do was watch as a mere spectator at every mutual portray of interaction and affection…he was much more livelier, he even initiated ideas of plans…he never did those with you…come to think of it you’ve always been the initiator in your dynamic…while it lasted…Their love felt cosmic…They felt cosmic…as if two of the most crucial pieces of a puzzle, that gives the world it’s meaning and beauty…it scared you to ever even interrupt them while conversing…how could you? They were bound by Fate herself…you could never interfere with Fate…The truths you thought you knew about him had become a paradox…

“Late night texts, jokes and limericks, lingering touches here and there, soft words of affirmation, evening strolls, eating in and out, stargazing”, became their thing…all you got were a strings of, “I’m sorry I’m busy” “I’m with her tonight” “Sorrrry :( can’t she and I are hanging out.” “Can’t” “Too tired, just had a food fight with her”…But you never stopped…you always waited for the day maybe he’d ask you again…spend time with you…like it used to be…You wanted to hate her, hate her with all your guts…but you could never…how could you, she was the sweetest…she’s delicately captured your heart along with his too…you adored her…and who wouldn’t…she was the sweetest, so brave and beautiful…one of the most skilled Deepspace Hunters of the Hunters’ Association…anybody would want to be with her…

In the past you’ve admired people, maybe sometimes even obsessed over, and wanted to be like them…but now…all you yearned to be was like her…you were obsessed to be like her…she was everything that you lacked and a thousand times more…

Soon you slowly began to dissociate yourself from him…deep in your secret chambers hoping he’d notice…but the man you barely ever noticed the world around him when with her, how could he notice someone like you…You felt like a paper drenched and torn apart, as he slipped away like a moment in time because he was never yours from the start…Memories of your chapters with him felt like watching a movie long forgotten in time…For him you weren’t old news…you weren’t ever news to have gotten old…

They were a melody…you were just a mere note in the composition…needed only once…

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Welll I tried to put them properly…Hope you like it! As always thank you for checking out this post! :D! Baii baii! <3!

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stellaspectral · 22 days ago

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Can I request a rottmnt Raph x Female-Reader? I was thinking about a first encounter were Raph falls in love with the Reader at first sight (I’m picturing a very adorable/shy and girly reader who likes pink and cute stuff because I am like this, but you can make it more vague so that more people can insert themselves in her if you want) but he’s very insecure about it because 1) it’s the first time that he has a crush 2) he is a mutant turtle while she’s human 3) he told her that he was wearing a costume so she doesn’t know that he is not human. I don’t know if it’s enough for a request, I hope it’s okay! Thank you, have a good day! <3

A/N: Hey, anon! No worries, this is definitely enough for a request. I really enjoyed the idea of Raph falling head-over-heels at first sight, and writing the insecurities that come with that. Especially given the whole ‘mutant turtle’ situation. I also tried not to make it too angsty and attempted to stick to a mix of shyness/sweetness and a bit of awkwardness in their initial encounter.

I hope you enjoy! ☺️

This Fluttery, Warm Thing (fluff/mild angst)

❤️ ROTTMNT Raphael/Female Reader ❤️

CWs: Fluff, meet cute, awkward banter, mild angst, hopeful ending. All characters are aged-up.

The late afternoon sun casts an orange and gold glow on the sidewalks of New York. You’re walking home, humming a little tune, clutching your favorite tote bag that has embroidered flowers and a stitched patch featuring a cute cartoon mascot. It’s been a good day, filled with the satisfaction that comes from a successful treasure hunt.

Inside the tote, nestled amongst your usual essentials, is the prize: a small, perfectly square box. It’s the reason for the extra spring in your step, the silly grin on your face. You’d been searching for this specific blind box series—the limited-edition Cozy Cumulus Pals—for weeks. They’d vanished from online stores almost instantly.

According to rumors, only a few brick-and-mortar shops had received any stock. You’d almost given up hope after striking out at two different hobby stores last weekend. But today, on a whim, you’d ducked into that tiny import shop tucked away on a side street. And there it was: only one box left. You’d snatched it immediately, the cheerful, pastel packaging feeling like a tiny victory in your hands.

Your heart had given a little leap as the cashier scanned your purchase. She hadn’t batted an eye at you as you practically vibrated with excitement. But to you, your acquisition felt momentous. And now, walking home, you resist the constant urge to check if the box is still safely inside your tote.

You can almost feel its light weight, imagine the crinkle of the plastic wrap. Which character would it be? Pillow Puff? Naptime Nimbus? Or the rarest, the rainbow variant of Sleepy Stratus? The anticipation is a delicious little hum beneath your skin.

A cab honks impatiently, pulling you back to the bustling street for a moment. You sidestep a hurried commuter, tightening your grip on the tote’s strap. Just a few more blocks. Then, home, a cup of tea, and the delightful little ritual of unboxing your long-awaited, incredibly cute find.

Yes, it’s definitely been a good day.

Suddenly, your foot catches on an uneven crack in the pavement you didn’t notice. Gravity takes over and you stumble, a gasp escaping you as the contents of your bag—carelessly left unzipped in your happy distraction—spill onto the sidewalk. Papers flutter, your wallet skids a few feet away, a tube of lip balm rolls out of sight.

And the thing that makes your heart plummet the most is your treasured keychain, the one with the charm shaped like a fluffy alpaca with rosy cheeks, bouncing precariously close to the gaping maw of a storm drain grate.

“No, no, no!” The words burst out, laced with genuine distress. You scramble to gather your belongings, dropping to your knees, ignoring the scrape of the ground.

You reach for the keychain, your heart sinking as you see it teetering on the edge of the grate—and you know you won’t be able to grab it in time.

Before panic can truly set in, a huge shadow falls over you. You freeze, mid-reach, and slowly look up. Standing there, blocking the sun, is the largest person you have ever seen. He’s incredibly broad-shouldered and … green? He wears some kind of red bandana mask over his eyes, along with wraps. Or whatever they are.

But before you can process the sheer strangeness of his appearance, his massive, three-fingered hand darts down with surprising speed. He deftly scoops up the tiny keychain, rescuing it nanoseconds before it’s about to tumble into the depths of the drain.

He straightens up, holding the delicate charm carefully between his thick thumb and forefinger, and looks down at you. Behind the mask, you see his eyes—surprisingly expressive dark pools—widen slightly. There’s a flicker of something you can’t quite place. Surprise? Alarm? You tilt your head.

He seems almost … flustered.

He holds out his hand, offering the keychain back. His movements are careful, hesitant, as if he’s worried a sudden move might make you bolt. “Uh,” he starts, his voice a deep rumble, but much softer than you’d expect from someone his size. “This … this yours?”

You’re still a bit stunned by the near loss of your keychain and the presence of the guy who saved it. Finally, you find your voice, albeit shaky. “Y-yes! Oh my gosh!” you say, your cheeks flushing with embarrassment. As you take back the keychain, your fingers brush against his, feeling the cool, slightly rough texture.

He helps you collect the rest of your things, and you stuff them back into your bag—making sure to zip it up properly this time.

“Thank you so much!” you say. “I thought it was gone for sure.”

“Yeah. No problem,” he rumbles again, his voice still low and gravelly, but definitely tinged with … discomfort? He takes a half-step back, clearly signaling his intention to leave.

“Wait!” you blurt out, feeling a sudden need to acknowledge the sheer oddity and kindness of the moment. “That was… really amazing. How you caught it. I mean—” You gesture vaguely with the hand holding the alpaca keychain. “—you’re incredibly fast.”

Now that the immediate crisis is over, you take in his appearance again. The green isn’t paint; it looks … real. And you felt the almost scaly texture of it. And the shell—wait, is that a shell strapped to his back?! It looks ridiculously heavy, yet he moved with an agility that defies his bulk just moments ago.

He shifts his weight, his gaze flicking down the street, then back to you, the awkwardness radiating off him in waves. He seems less like a menacing figure and more like someone caught doing something they weren’t supposed to, despite having just performed a random act of kindness.

The question escapes before you can stop it, fueled by unfiltered curiosity. “Um … sorry, this is maybe a weird question, but … what are you?”

You see him physically recoil, just slightly, his posture stiffening as he blushes. He looks away sharply, down the street—anywhere but at you for a few beats. Then his gaze snaps back, masked eyes wide.

“Oh! Uh, yeah—costume!” He coughs, forcing the word out. It sounds unnatural, like he’s tasted something bad. “Big … comic fan convention nearby! Ya know, sci-fi stuff.” He gestures vaguely down the street, though you don’t recall seeing any signs for a con.

But hey, it’s New York. Stranger things happen before breakfast. “Wow,” you say, in a sort of bewildered admiration. “It’s incredible. Seriously, the detail is amazing! The skin texture looks—and feels—so real.”

Again, he blushes. “Uh, yeah,” he says, rubbing the nape of his neck. “Thank you.”

You realize you’re still holding the keychain. “But thank you again. Really. You saved my favorite little alpaca.” You hold up the fluffy charm again.

He looks at it, then back at your face. He seems to be studying you, taking in your eyes, the way you tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear. The nervousness is back, rolling off him in waves. He looks profoundly uncomfortable, yet unable to look away. It’s surprisingly sweet.

In a giant-green-man-in-a-costume kind of way.

Because who did he think he was fooling?

“N-no problem,” he finally stammers. “Just … uh … watch where you’re goin’, okay? Sidewalks are … rough.”

“I definitely will now,” you promise, offering a small, shy smile. “Thanks again, um …” You trail off, realizing you don’t know his name.

“Raph,” he blurts out, before looking startled, as if the word escaped without permission. “Name’s Raph.”

You tell him your name. “It was nice meeting you, Raph.”

“Yeah,” he murmurs. He then repeats your name softly under his breath, as if testing the sound of it. “Nice … nice meeting you, too.” From behind the mask, his intense and strangely vulnerable eyes still lock on yours.

Then, an awkward silence stretches between you. You clutch your bag, suddenly very aware of the surrounding city sounds returning to focus. He opens his mouth slightly as if to speak, then closes it again. Almost as if he wants to say something more, but has no idea what.

“Well,” you say finally, breaking the spell, “I should probably get home. Dinner and all that.” You tilt your head toward where you were originally going. “But thank you, Raph. You’re a lifesaver.”

“Sure. Yeah. No problem,” he says, taking a half-step back, as if forcing himself to give you space. “Get home safe.”

You nod, offer one last quick smile, then turn and start walking away. Curiosity compels you to glance back over your shoulder after a few paces. Raph is still standing exactly where you left him, a giant green statue silhouetted against the setting sun, watching you go. He looks strangely … lonely.

You feel a pang of sympathy.

But what you don’t feel—or see—is the internal chaos erupting within Raph as your figure recedes down the street. You don’t feel the thunderous, frantic thump-thump-thump of his heart against his plastron, a feeling entirely new and almost terrifyingly strong. He just met you, just saw your shy smile, the way your eyes lit up when he rescued your keychain.

You don’t see how his entire world has tilted on its axis.

And detonated.

Wow, he thinks. She’s … she’s … wow.

Then the crushing weight of reality slams back down on him.

Costume? COSTUME?! The word screeches in his head, mocking his panicked lie. Smooth move, Raph. Real smooth.

But what else could he have possibly said? ‘Hey, thanks. But I’m actually a giant talking turtle mutated by alien ooze. Nice to meet you?’ Yeah, right. You’d have run screaming.

She’s human, the thought follows, cold and heavy. Beautiful, gentle. Human. And he’s … this. Green, hard-shelled, different. A monster in the eyes of the world.

He clenches his fists. This feeling—this fluttery, warm feeling in his chest—is completely foreign. Because a crush? On a human, who thinks he’s just some guy in a costume?

He lets out a long, shaky breath, his shoulders slumping. Confusion and a strange, aching sweetness war within him, making him feel dizzy. He stares down at his own large, green, three-fingered hands, then back up at the now-empty stretch of sidewalk where you stood just moments ago.

“What is Raph supposed to do now?” he murmurs.

He replays the encounter in his mind. You hadn’t recoiled in horror. You looked surprised, maybe a bit flustered. But not terrified.

And most importantly, you didn’t run.

He looks down at his hands again, the hands that saved your keychain, the hands you’d briefly touched without flinching. A new thought, small but persistent, flickers to life within him. Maybe being different didn’t have to mean being alone. And he doesn’t know how.

But he knows you’ll find each other again.

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incorrect-green-lantern-quotes · 2 months ago

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I was rereading Kyle Rayner's origin and it occurred to me that Earth seems surprisingly well-connected to the intergalactic community. Or at least, the heroes of Earth are.

Like, even tho Ganthet tells Kyle jack shit about what happened to the Green Lantern Corps, he finds out pretty quickly. And not even because he went looking for answers or encountered Parallax- Alan Scott breaks into Kyle's apartment (must be a Gothamite thing) to tell him what went down with Hal Jordan.

And yeah there's perfectly good explanations on both the Doylist and Watsonian levels. The readers had seen Hal's grief-fueled descent into madness over the previous three issues. And in-universe there are a bunch of Earth heroes who have ties to space (Superman, Martian Manhunter, Starfire, Adam Strange, the Darkstars, etc.) and the fall of the whole GLC is the sort of news that shakes the entire cosmos.

But I can't help but wonder about a version of Kyle's origin where Earth's status as a "primitive backwater" is played completely straight. A version where Alan doesn't track him down or warn him about Parallax. A version where none of Earth's heroes know what really happened to Hal Jordan or the Green Lanterns, only that he disappeared after Coast City's destruction and that the Corps have gone mysteriously silent.

Imagine if, instead of the Emerald Twilight we got, the 90s Green Lantern comic went straight from Coast City getting blown up to Kyle getting his ass yeeted through a window. The implication being that Hal Jordan was unceremoniously killed off with his city, and has thus been replaced by this new guy.

(This would piss off so many readers and is exactly why it would not be done by any sane comic publisher. Being that I am not a comic publisher and of questionable sanity though...)

Naturally, longtime readers will be questioning whether Hal really is dead, but the comic doesn't immediately answer that. Instead, it focuses on the new kid and his initial attempts at learning how to use the ring. But strangely, there's no mention of Oa or the Corps, save for the flashback to Ganthet in the alleyway. Even if Kyle is aware of other Green Lanterns, none of them show up.

It's only once Kyle meets Superman that the story begins to hint that Hal may not have been the only one missing. Even the Fortress of Solitude doesn't have a direct line to Oa, but the Last Son of Krypton has been around long enough to have some contacts in space and all of them confirmed that the center of the universe has gone dark. So when Superman meets the new Green Lantern, he spends a bit more time trying to get answers about what happened to Hal and the Corps.

Of course Kyle doesn't know anything, but in this version he understands the gravity of the situation quicker and goes out searching for the Green Lanterns much sooner. And it's through his eyes that the readers learn that the Corps is gone.

The Green Lantern comic thus becomes a mystery/horror story as Kyle tries to piece together what happened. He finds out that the entire Corps suddenly lost power not long after Coast City's destruction. The few survivors he meets like Adara aren't able to tell him much more than rumors, but that's enough for Kyle to confirm the timing.

Then, someone begins to hunt Kyle.

An enemy who calls himself Parallax. Whenever he's shown on-panel, he's shrouded in blinding light or intense shadow, so you can't see what he really looks like, only the shape of his armor and cape. He claims to have destroyed the Green Lantern Corps and the Guardians of the Universe, and he wants the last power ring.

It's all that Kyle can do to escape this powerful foe, to flee to Earth to try and enlist the help of more experienced heroes. He tells the Justice League about Parallax and how he has powers just like Green Lantern's. That, and the villain's vendetta against the Corps and the Guardians, sounds all too familiar to those who'd known Hal. The other heroes come to the conclusion that somehow, Sinestro must have escaped his imprisonment within the Central Battery and taken revenge on the Corps.

Oh, how wrong they are. Because when Parallax finally arrives on Earth and they see him clearly for the first time, he comes wearing the face of a beloved friend thought dead.

I've always thought that if DC were to use Kyle as their primary GL for a cinematic universe or TV show, they should adapt his origin to be similar to the Original Trilogy of Star Wars, and this is the "I am your father" moment. Parallax!Hal is pretty obviously Vader, but I think the role of Luke is best split between Kyle (the audience surrogate) and Wally (the personal connection to the villain)

Wally: You're going to pay for what you've done, Sinestro! Parallax: Sinestro? You've got it all wrong, kid. *the blinding aura around Parallax fades, revealing his face* Hal: It's me, Wally. Wally: Uncle Hal? No... no, that's not possible!

#ik in canon alex tells kyle about hal but she didn't know anything about the corps so that doesn't change here #alex doesn't get fridged in this bc superman helps kyle track down his battery and they stop major fuckwad before he can do anything #kyle rayner #hal jordan #green lantern #parallax #emerald twilight #clark kent #superman #wally west #the flash #dc comics #ramblings

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waliminium · 4 months ago

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Caught in Gravity

Pairing: Harvey Specter x Reader Warnings: angst, themes of fear and loss, mutual pinning Word Count: 815 Summary: Harvey’s frustration boils over when you take a risk without consulting him, leading to a heated confrontation in his office. As tempers flare and emotions run high, his control shatters.

The door to Harvey's office slammed shut behind you, the sound reverberating like a gunshot. You barely had time to turn around before Harvey’s voice cut through the tension.

“What the hell were you thinking?” he barked, his tone sharp enough to slice through steel.

You froze, your hand still on the doorknob. “I’m sorry, is this about me making a judgment call? Because last I checked, you don’t own me.”

His jaw tightened, his eyes blazing with something that felt too heavy to be just anger. “This isn’t about ownership. This is about you putting yourself in the line of fire without even thinking about the consequences.”

“I was thinking about the consequences!” you snapped, stepping toward him. “Maybe if you’d actually trust me for once, you’d realize I wasn’t trying to sabotage you—I was trying to fix the mess you were too blind to see!”

His laugh was cold and humorless, the kind that sent a chill down your spine. “Oh, so now you’re the hero? Congratulations, you’ve officially decided to take my job too.”

“God, you’re insufferable,” you muttered, shaking your head. “Do you even hear yourself? You’re so caught up in your own ego that you can’t admit when someone else is right!”

“Don’t you dare turn this around on me!” he thundered, closing the space between you in two long strides. “You think I don’t see what you’re doing? Running into situations without thinking about what it does to the people who—”

He cut himself off abruptly, his fists clenching as he looked away.

“The people who what, Harvey?” you demanded, your voice trembling with frustration. “Who what? Finish the damn sentence.”

Silence stretched between you, heavy and suffocating. Harvey’s chest rose and fell with uneven breaths, his usually composed exterior unraveling right in front of you.

“You want to know what it does to me?” he finally said, his voice low and dangerous. He turned to face you, and for the first time, you saw it—the cracks in his armor, the storm behind his eyes.

“It kills me,” he said, his voice shaking with barely contained emotion. “Every time you throw yourself into the fire, it kills me. Because I can’t stop thinking, what if this is the time you don’t come back? What if this is the time I lose you for good?”

Your breath caught in your throat, the weight of his words hitting you like a freight train. “Harvey…”

“No,” he interrupted, his voice breaking. “You don’t get to say my name like that. Not when you don’t understand. I’ve spent my whole life keeping people at a distance because it’s easier that way. No one gets close, no one gets hurt. But then you showed up, and you—”

He broke off, running a hand through his hair in frustration. “You ruined everything. You tore down every wall I’ve ever built, and now I can’t breathe when you’re not around. I can’t think straight when you’re in danger. And it’s driving me insane because I don’t know how to protect you without pushing you away.”

Your heart was pounding so loudly you were sure it would burst out of your chest. “Harvey, I didn’t—”

“I love you,” he said suddenly, his voice hoarse and raw. The confession hung in the air, too heavy to ignore. “God help me, I love you. And it scares the hell out of me because I don’t know how to be this person. I don’t know how to let you in without falling apart.”

Tears welled in your eyes, your hands trembling as you stepped closer. “You idiot,” you whispered, your voice cracking. “Do you really think I don’t feel the same? That I’d keep fighting with you if I didn’t care?”

His eyes searched yours, desperate and vulnerable in a way you’d never seen before. “Then why do you keep putting yourself in danger? Why do you make it so damn hard for me to keep you safe?”

“Because I don’t need you to keep me safe, Harvey,” you said, your voice steady despite the tears streaming down your face. “I just need you to let me in.”

For a moment, he stood there, frozen, like he didn’t know how to move. And then, in one swift motion, he closed the distance between you, his lips crashing against yours with a desperation that stole your breath.

The kiss was messy, raw, and filled with all the emotions you’d both been too afraid to voice. When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, his hands trembling as they cupped your face.

“I’m in,” he whispered, his voice barely audible. “I’m all in.”

You smiled through your tears, your heart finally feeling whole. “Took you long enough, Specter.”

And for the first time in his life, Harvey Specter let himself fall—because with you, he knew he’d never hit the ground.

#harvey specter #harvey specter fanfic #harvey specter imagine #harvey specter x reader #harvey specter x you #suits imagine #suits series #suits tv

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bagelzest · 9 months ago

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ok I've been writing down every code I could find and what they do for thisisnotawebsitedotcom in my notes app so here's what I've found so far:

• tjeckleburg - NEVER MENTION THAT NAME AGAIN

• bill - eye of providence wiki page, then sesame street jazzy triangle meets a square square (same result with cipher)

• bill cipher - triangle wiki page

• weirdmageddon - gravity falls gossiper newspaper

• soos - letter from soos

• pinata - bill piñata gettin beat

• mabel - stickers on everything till 'LAB NOW FULLY MABELIZED'

• dipper - note from bill telling dipper to stare at the sun for 13 hours, enter multiple times for a retina burning sim

• mason - letter from dipper

• pines - A GOOD FAMILY TREE

• stan + stanley - brass knuckles ebay search, keep entering to get wheel of shame page

• ford + stanford + sixer- ford's polydactyly diagnosis + report

• pacifica - letter from pacifica

• wendy - note from wendy

• waddles - pigplacementnetwork.org

• gideon - sweat resistant bolo ties google search

• fiddleford - cotton eye joe mv

• dippy fresh - burger king kids club r/nostalgia

• axolotl - YOU ASK ALOTL QUESTIONS

• tad strange - bread slicing

• alex hirsch - flannel google search

• blendin - TIME AGENT LOST AND PRESUMED INCOMPETENT

• robbie - text chat between robbie and Thompson, pic of them being taken by bill

• gravity falls - NEVER HEARD OF IT

• mystery shack - confusion hill

• blind eye - eye test, colour code at bottom- euclmjiannrepttgccvisignnsupervisionn I think?? EDIT wtf was I on that is obviously not what it says

• reality - IS AN ILLUSION

• the universe - HOLLOGRAM

• deer teeth - FOR YOU, KID!

• fuck - I get told to wash my mouth out with soap :(((

• book of bill - HIDE IT UNDER SHIRT DURING PLEDGE OF ALLEGIANCE

• giffany - enter multiple times, computer tries to block, SOOS, I STILL LOVE YOU, giffany appears on screen, downloading file IM NEVER LEAVING! file has all her sprites, a doc called ILL ALWAYS BE WITH YOU SOOS which is text in the shape of giffany

• euclydia - DIMENSION NOT FOUND

• portal - PORTAL.EXE HAS BEEN DELETED. I BET YOU COULD BUILD ONE

• toby determined - google search restraining order

• journal 1 - THE JOURNAL OF FUN

• journal 2 - THE JOURNAL FOR YOU

• journal 3 - THE JOURNAL FOR ME

• babba + disco girl - recording of dipper singing and listening to babba

• gun - OH YES OH YES OH YES THEY BOTH

• abuelita - best vacuum for walls and ceilings yt vid

• weird - weird al trapped in the computer

• xyler + craz - jem and the holograms theme song yt vid

• triangle - TRI HARDER

• theraprism - blue sign - IN CASE OF [the old one] DO NOT USE ELEVATORS

• yes - WHAT'S MCGUCKETS FAVOURITE SODA? (I tried putting in pitt cola and variations and nothing worked)

• no - YOUR LOSS...

• vallis cineris - creepy vid of baby bill held by static parents with voice saying why did you do it

• disney - RAT.GIF CENSORED FOR YOUR PROTECTION

• love + marry me (don't worry about how I discovered that) - pic of the love triangle book, click it and it plays an audio audiobook of it

• death - LIFE'S GOTH COUSIN

• life - LIFE: 72% COMPLETE. NOW LOADING: DEATH

• blanchin - how to blanch vegetables yt vid

• divorce - o' sadleys logo (aka the bar bill was at after "losing sixer" oh my GODDD)

• season 1 - SEASON -1: ANTIGRAVITY FALLS

• season 2 - SEASON 1

• season 3 - SEASON 2

• help me + save me + god - vid of axolotl swimming infront of a little bill statue

• ad astra per aspera - 2 journal pages starring ford and mabel, pls read them it's so good

• trigonometry - bill's attempt to have plato build the portal

• cray cray - mental health wiki page

• who are you - I COULD ASK YOU THE SAME QUESTION

• lies - bill talking about lying and nerds

• morality - fun game!

• R34LITY - henchmaniacs polaroids

• ducktective - DUCKTECTIVE STARS IN "LOVE, QUACKTUALLY" COMING TO: "OI, ITS THE COCKNEY CHANNEL INNIT?" THIS FALL

• question - ANSWER

• answer - QUESTION

I'm editing this post when I find new ones, feel free to add any you find!! please look at the replies to this post because people have found more codes!!

EDIT I'm probably done with updating this list, these are just the ones I found after goofing around on the website for 4 hours. other people have definitely made lists of all the codes found so far so make sure to check them out !!

#gravity falls #thisisnotawebsitedotcom #book of bill #the book of bill #gravity falls codes #bill cipher #me yapping

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lemondoddle · 9 months ago

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what happens when you type into the computer (BOOK OF BILL SPOILERS)

HELLO THE WEBSITE HAS UPDATED and different things happen when you type things into the computer on the screen. if a character/word isnt relevant the computer gives a red X. so far i've found:

stanley: takes you to an ebay search for brass knuckles, entering his name repeatedly will take you to various grunkle-related eBay searches until you get to bill's wheel of shame with much more to click

mabel: adds stickers to the set. you can keep hitting enter until the the room has been "fully mabelized"

ford/sixer: a case file on ford's extra digits

soos: a long set of notes about how soos is doing running the mystery shack

dipper: a note presumably from bill to dipper "informing" him that he can decode messages by staring into the sun. if you enter his name multiple times bill urges you to keep looking with words of encouragement as each note becomes progressively blurry and splotched with black until the entire notecard turns black

bill: this youtube video (and no it's not a rickroll)

gideon: an audio recording plays of gideon humming/scatting to the tune of "we'll meet again", ending with a whispered message of "i love you, mabel"

wendy: a note pranking you with the the 👌 emoji

mcgucket/fiddleford: the cotton eye joe music video

pacifica: a warning note about the book of bill mabel made her write

robbie: chat messages between him and thompson as they prepare to summon bill (as mentioned in tbob) with an image of their encounter

tad strange: the computer plays clips of bread being sliced set to jazzy instrumentals. this enables the glowing red button on the computer to turn green to switch the bread videos on and off at will

blendin: a message appears on the screen reading "time agent lost and presumed incompetent"

weirdmagedon: a newspaper page from the gravity fall's gossiper utilising the "nevermind-all-that-" act and stating "nothing happened" that day

axolotl: text onscreen appears: "you ask alotl questions"

T.J. eckleburg: text onscreen appears: "never mention that name again"

cipher: links to a wikipedia page about triangles

blanchin: pulls up a youtube tutorial on how to blanche vegetables

triangle: one half of a parenthesis appears on the computer ")", will also pop up with "tri harder"

dippy fresh: links to this image

mystery shack: links to a google search for confusion hill

gravity falls: text appears onscreen reading "never heard of it"

portal: text appears onscreen reading "portal.exe has been deleted. i bet you could build one"

theraprism: a notice sign appears- "in case of (coded words) do not use elevators" with a graphic of a person and a cthulu like monster on stairs

blind eye: an eye chart utilising the same string of letters- "WKHBOOVHH" that gets smaller each line, paired with blocks of color- the cursor turns into a "zoom in" tool that actually just makes the page blurrier with each click

creepypasta/horror: an entry on the urban legend "the always garden"- a liminal space/backrooms style restaurant anomaly

alex hirsch: links to a google search for flannels

toby determined: links to a google search for restraining order

dorito/chip: a dorito slowly enlarges on the computer screen and then becomes a jumpscare of a toothy bill, who periodically screams for a bit before the video finishes

love/boyfriend/romance: pulls up the parody romance novel, clicking starts an audio recording of the book

death: text appears onscreen: "life's goth cousin"

book of bill: text appears onscreen: "hide it under shirt during pledge of allegiance"

life: text appears onscreen: "life: 72% complete. now loading: death"

baby/lalala: an ultrasound of a baby bill in a womb and a message congratulating you

pines: text appears onscreen: "a good family tree"

weird: a video of weird al yankovich appears on the screen, he's confused and shouts for bill to get him out of there

waddles: links to a pig adoption website

mickey/disney: text appears onscreen: "rat.gif censored for your protection"

ducktective: text appears onscreen reading "ducktective stars in 'love, quacktually', coming to 'oi, it's the cockney channel innit?' this fall"

mason: a note from dipper about ford teaching him anagrams, plus a coded message with that technique

tyrone/clone: a picture of the janky dipper clone with a message that he's yours now

matpat/game theory: a video of matpat and a conspiracy board, he turns to say "hello internet, you're on... you're own... good luck" as he holds the book of bill

skeleton: text appears onscreen: "the one with the sword! he found you!"

scary: pulls up a parody goosebumps book "spookemups", clicking on it starts an audio recording of neil cicierega reading a section

divorce: pulls up a logo for "o'sadley's'"

music: enables you to click the dial, clicking the dial plays loud static

math: bill recounting an encounter he had with plato

conspiracy: a video of charlie day in a tin foil hat rambling about the website's previous state, holding the book of bill

okay that's enough from me, there's SO MUCH MORE that I just can't keep up with!! Happy searching!

#lane speaks #look i typed this in real time just goin off my dome if you have suggestions GIMME #gravity falls #the book of bill #tbob #tbob spoilers #bill cipher #the book of bill spoilers #long post #already edited to add the toby one i just saw LOL

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anonymously-a-whore-blog · 22 days ago

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The Aftermaths

Zoro x Gn!Reader (reader has a vagina)

summary: After the long, gruelling battle, Luffy stood victorious over the fallen warlord Doflamingo. Cheers rang through the streets, tears of relief and joy streaming from the faces of a freed people. And what better way to celebrate such a triumph than with a feast fit for legends? But tonight… drinks won’t be the only indulgence waiting for you.

Warnings: gore/violence, unprotected sex, fingering, alcohol, under the influence sex, sweet talk, smut with small plot, tiny bit of foreplay

Word count 2.4k

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The air around you halts as if oxygen itself was holding its breath. Time stood still waiting patiently for your captain to take the final blow. Your body remained in tranquillity, daggers grips tightly in your hands. Blood, dark and slick, traces a delicate path down the side of your cheek, only to kiss the crease of your lip in a silent, haunting moment. A hungry scream of determination bellows from Luffy, a scream you knew all too well, pierces through your ears. Then nothing. Just a sound of a crash was left, followed by a falling body. It was over. Doflamingo, the infamous Warlord of the Sea, had been defeated. The weight of the battle had finally lifted, leaving a quiet emptiness in its wake as the echoes of the struggle faded into nothingness.

As if defying the pull of gravity itself, you willed your body to relax, allowing the smile that had longed to break free to finally appear. It was as though time itself recognized the moment, and with it, roars of victory mingled with the weeps of relief, erupting in a flood of emotion at long last. You turn to see Nami with tears pricking her eyes, waiting to be embraced. Arms open, you accepted.

The survivors gathered themselves, bracing for the next grim task. Scouting for the injured. Hours passed of shouting and lifting debris from the collapsed building that were impacted by the war. Chopper leads the charge, quickly turning an abandoned building into a makeshift hospital to tend to the wounded. The sight before you is something you can never get accustomed to. Bodies, twisted across the cobbled streets, thrown carelessly by the violence that tore through the city. The air thick with the pungent scent of burnt flesh and fresh blood, a foul mixture that clings to your senses and makes your nose wrinkle from the revulsion.

Even as children weep and mothers sing prayers, there's a trace of hope in their voices. After years of torment and blinded by ignorance, they sounded liberated. Amidst the bloodshed that clouds your vision, the echoes of freedom carries you forward. "Looks like we did well" Nami's soft words brings you back to the present. "But, I'm also expecting some payment," she snaps, shifting back into her money hungry self. You can't help but laugh. "I'm serious. Do you know how difficult, and terrifying, that fight was. Never again, I'm telling you-" you let her rambling fade into the background as you walk away, in search for your captain.

It's no surprise to find him bursting with energy, already eager for the next adventure. Rebecca, Viola, Kyros, and Riku gather around him, showering him with praise that only seems to fuel his ever-growing ego. "Man, I could eat a whole Sea King right now," Luffy groans, rubbing his empty stomach.

"You'd do that anyway," Sanji quips as he steps into view. Everyone bursts into laughter, knowing full well how true those words are. Luffy's appetite is legendary, after all.

"Let's celebrate!" Luffy exclaims, stretching his arms to grab onto Sanji, clearly demanding food and drinks without hesitation. Despite the exhaustion weighing on everyone, his energy is infectious, sparking a craving for a well-earned reward. For you, the thought of sake's smooth burn sliding down your throat feels like paradise.

The night greets you with a chill, its icy breath brushing against your cheeks, though the warmth of alcohol coursing through your veins fights to keep it at bay. Your hazy gaze drifts over the lively scene around you, the sight of friends lost in cheerful singing as they down drink after drink, their bodies swaying in a mesmerizing rhythm to the music flowing effortlessly from Brook's instrument, or the sight of Luffy, who's already devouring his 15th meal of the night, his boundless appetite as unstoppable as ever.

You spot Nami deep in negotiation with Riku, her eyes practically sparkling with money signs as she haggles with unmatched enthusiasm. Nearby, you catch sight of Franky, Usopp, and Chopper wielding chopsticks, contorting their faces into absurdly hideous shapes, their laughter ringing through the air. Your gaze drifts lazily, following a undetermined path, taking in the lively chaos of the night until it finally lands on Zoro. You take note of how his cheeks are flushed from the alcohol he's consumed, a faint pink colouring his otherwise stoic demeanour. His hair is tousled, with strands sticking out in different directions, giving him a naturally unkempt yet charming appearance. Your eyes linger on the way his jaw clenches, accentuating the sharp, chiselled line that defines his features. His eyes wanders dreamily, yet there's a glimmer of awareness that lingers within them. The dark, sunken pupils seem to draw you in, captivating you with the haunting allure of his ever-fading beauty.

Lost in memorizing his features, you remain unaware that his attention has now shifted to you. His gaze lingers lazily, curiosity flickering in his eyes as he wonders what thoughts occupy your mind. He takes in your frame, noticing the soft red tint blooming across your cheeks and the way your eyes glimmer with an emotion he can't quite decipher. A small smile tugs at his lips before he pushes himself up and staggers toward you, settling into a comfortable spot by your side. In silence, you both savour the soothing presence of each other, watching the chaos unfold before you.

Once you down the last drop of sake, he offers you another bottle, which you gladly accept.

"We're going to run out if we keep this up," you chuckle, taking another swig.

His laughter sends a shiver through you. Seeing him like this is rare, but it's a sight you secretly adore. You'd never admit it, to anyone or even to yourself, but you tuck these moments away, cherishing them in the deepest corners of your mind.

"You've gotten better," he finally speaks, pulling you from your thoughts. His words make you turn to him, confusion flickering across your face.

"At fighting, that is," he clarifies.

A smirk tugs at your lips. "Were you watching me, Mr. Roronoa?" you tease. His demeanour shifts, a hint of embarrassment flickering across his face. The truth is, he can't keep his eyes off you. The way you fight beside him in battle, the way you laugh when someone makes a witty remark, or the way you look up at him, your eyes glazed with fascination, hanging onto every word he says.

You are intoxicating to him.

"Maybe," he murmurs, his voice small, so quiet it makes you want to wrap your arms around him and never let go.

"Thank you. You ain't bad yourself," you say with a playful nudge against his shoulder. His smile returns as he lifts the bottle to his lips, taking another sip.

Hours slip by, the music still lively and the cheers still echoing as you and Zoro sway together, leaning on each other for balance, following an aimless path forward. The idea had seemed fun at the time but now, your body protests with every step, scolding you for taking on the challenge of trying to outdrink him.

Both of you stumble up the steps, feet heavy and clumsy, as you lead the way toward the crow's nest.

"I'm never challenging you again," you slur, letting your back hit the wall with a soft thud as you slide down until you're seated on the floor. Zoro lets out a low laugh, mirroring your motion as he drops beside you.

“Told you,” he mutters with a chuckle, one hand loosely cradling a half-finished bottle of sake. He leans his head back, eyes slipping closed as he basks in the rare peace and quiet.

“So nosy down there,” he murmurs, tilting his head slightly.

You hum in response, but your mind isn’t on his words. It’s on the slow, steady bob of his Adam’s apple every time he swallows. On the way his lips part just enough as he takes in deep, measured breaths.

You're so caught up in watching him that you don’t realize he’s watching you too. His body inches closer, his gaze fixed on your lips. It’s the heat of his breath, soft and sudden against your skin, that snaps you out of the trance.

"Who’s watching me now?" he teases, his voice barely above a whisper. It sends a shiver through you, your lips parting with a sharp inhale. A smirk tugs at his mouth as he leans in closer, the space between you shrinking by the second. "I hope you like what you see," he murmurs, letting the bottle slip from his grasp as his hand trails to your thigh.

If it weren’t for the alcohol pulsing through your veins, you might’ve passed out from the intensity alone. But instead, it fuels a flicker of boldness.

“Maybe I do.”

The words have barely left your mouth before his lips crash into yours; sloppy, hungry, desperate. A deep groan vibrates against your lips, muffled by the kiss, sending a sharp, pulsing ache between your thighs. He locks on your waist and pulls you, sending you over to his lap.

“Needed… this,” he breathes, his fingers tracing down the length of your spine before settling on your ass, giving it a firm squeeze. “For… so… long.” You grind your hips, desperate for any friction to soothe the throbbing ache pulsing at your clit.

“Please… need more,” you whimper, the words breathless and broken, lost in the wave of heat spreading through your body. He thrusts his hips up to meet yours, the hard bulge in his pants dragging against your clothed centre, teasing, taunting, letting you know he needs this just as badly.

In seconds, your back hits the cool, hard floor, his body towering over you as your lips remain locked in a breathless kiss. The urgency between you is beyond words; months of whispered yearning, of stolen glances and quiet fantasies, now crashing into this one wild moment.

He moves fast, precise. In one fluid motion, he strips away your jeans and underwear, baring your slick, desperate cunt to the air. He breaks the kiss, eyes dark as they roam over you, soaking in the sight he’s imagined countless times.

“Fuck,” he growls, fingers gliding between your folds, drawing a raw moan from your throat. “Leaking all for me,” he smirks, eyes locked on your flushed, pleading expression.

You’re just about to beg, voice trembling on the edge of desperation, when he slips his middle and ring fingers into your mouth, silencing you with a quiet, commanding gesture. “Shh, I know what you want,” he murmurs, voice low and laced with lust. “Just be patient.”

His other hand resumes its slow exploration, fingers tracing your soaked folds with maddening precision. “Seeing the way you fought today…” he growls, plunging his fingers into you. The sudden fullness makes your walls clench around him, the sensation deliciously overwhelming. “Made me want to take you right then and there,” he grunts, his pace slow, watching the way your back arches beneath him with each movement.

“Zoro…” his name barely escapes your throat, more breath than voice, just as his fingers sink deeper into you.

Your lips wrap around the fingers still resting on your tongue, sucking softly; needy, eager, your body trembling in time with every movement he makes.

Suddenly, he pulls his fingers from your mouth with a snap, leaving a thin trail of saliva as the only connection. The hand buried inside you retreats just as fast, leaving you clenching around emptiness. You whimper at the loss, your hips instinctively chasing after his touch.

“Fuck, I can’t wait to feel your tight pussy wrapped around me,” he mutters, fumbling with his trousers and boxers until they’re shoved down, letting his cock spring free and slap against his torso with a heavy thud.

Your eyes widen at the sight; thick, veiny, the red flushed tip already glistening with precum. You let out a soft, breathless whine, knowing he’s going to stretch you open, and loving the way that thought makes you ache even more.

The last bit of fabric clinging to your chest is stripped away, leaving you completely exposed beneath the swordsman’s intense gaze. He leans down, biting one of your nipples sharply as he strokes himself, eyes locked on yours.

“Please, Zo…” you whimper, voice trembling. You’ve had enough of the teasing,; your pussy leaks with desperation, aching to be filled, to be ruined by him.

He grunts at the nickname, the sound guttural, primal, as he brings his tip to your entrance.

“Say that again,” he growls, voice low and demanding.

“Zo, plea—”

Before the word even leaves your lips, he slams into you. A chorus of gasps and moans replaces the stillness that once blanketed the crow’s nest.

“S-So… good,” you manage, biting into his shoulder in a futile attempt to muffle the cries clawing their way out of your throat.

His rhythm builds fast; precise, practiced, like he knows your body better than you do. His hips grind into you with brutal intent, and when he hits that perfect spot inside you, your walls clamp down around him.

“Fuck, like that, yeah?” he groans, his thrusts relentless, dragging cries from your lips as your breath catches and stutters. Finally, he lifts his head, locking eyes with your utterly wrecked expression; tears streaking down your cheeks, eyes rolled back, mouth slack with bliss.

Every night, he’d imagined this. Imagined you beneath him, imagined the way your tits would bounce by his rhythm, imagine the sounds you'd make as you took his cock like a good girl. And fuck—his fantasies didn't do you any justice. “So fucking pretty around my cock,” he growls, slamming into that perfect spot again, each thrust wrecking you.

Your thighs begin to tremble as the tension coils tighter and tighter inside you. You’re close, so close, and he knows it. “Cum on my cock, pretty,” he coos, voice low and urgent as he picks up the pace. Your gummy walls squeeze around him, pulsing with every thrust. Your back arches, and your hand flies to your chest, fingers gripping your nipple like it’s the only thing keeping you grounded.

Then pop. The bubble bursts.

A cry tears from your throat as your vision goes white, euphoria crashing over you in waves. Your slick leaks out in warm, beautiful streams, pooling beneath you. The sight alone is enough to tip Zoro over the edge. His cock twitches deep inside you, and with a final grunt, he spills; hot, thick, and sticky, his release flooding into you as his body shudders.

After a few slow, lazy thrusts, he collapses on top of you, letting the high wash over him completely. The room stills once more, the silence broken only by the sound of your shared, heavy breathing.

“We should do more drinking challenges,” you murmur, your voice soft but playful.

That draws a laugh from both of you; warm, breathless, and entirely satisfied.

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a/n - goddddd the things I would let this man do to me ¬‿¬ WIll be doing alot more zoro x reader in the future hehe

#fanfic #18 + only #one piece smut #one piece #one piece zoro #zoro x reader #zoro x you #strawhats #anime and manga #unprotected sex #smut

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inkyrainstorms · 6 days ago

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Reverse Portal au, I know ppl for some reason say that Ford wouldn’t bring Stan back so to counter that I had this au in mind.

Reverse Portal au, where it seems like everything wants Stanford to stop working on the Portal but he somehow persists each time. He will get his brother back, no matter what.

He gets blasted with the memory gun by the Blind eye society, forgetting Stanley in the first place but the photo Ford has on him of himself and Stanley as children gets him to remember and goes back to working on Portal and now keeping an eye out for the Blind Eye, if he has to act oblivious now and more cautious then he will do so. But the problem is he needs the other journals, he can’t remember how to work the portal.

His grant money runs out, the house is cold and he doesn’t have enough money to keep working on the portal or to get food. He sleeps in Stan’s car for the night, he misses his brother. After seeing the state of his brother’s car, he slowly realizes that Stan’s been living in his car…this whole time. And now that he thought about it, Stan did look disheveled when he got to Ford’s house. Ford’s hands tremble and he cries that night. But by the next morning, he makes a plan and sell some of his inventions and idea to the government. He needs the money to keep going, he needs the money to survive long enough to save his brother.

He eventually makes a museum out of gravity falls oddities, selling out the things he once found comfort and he saw himself in.

He works for years, he misses Stanley. Scenarios run through Ford’s mind wondering if Stanley is still dead or alive, or if Bill got to him.

If…

Ford often stares at the photo, his brother, he just… he needs to work more. He hasn’t been working enough. Why hasn’t he brought Stanley back yet?!?

What good are his brains if he can’t get his brother back?!?

Ford spends a year taking a break. An off year, because he eventually reaches a limit, and if he pushed any farther then, he would have died and then Stanley wouldn’t have been able to make it back at all. Ford wanders Gravity falls again, wondering if he can bring back the passion he once had for the small town. But now, he feels like it’s a place of his failures, of his loss and the things he exploited.

Things start to turn up, when a small boy by the name of Zeus? Ah! Soos.

Starts being Ford’s assistant. Soos for some reason, believes in him, and seems interested in the anomalies in a way that Ford hasn’t felt in a long time. Something about it warms his heart, he thinks that Stan would like the boy.

One of the days working the museum, a visitor crashes through. Another one of his mistakes, Shifty the Shapeshifter. The creature is anguished by its abandonment. Not understanding why Ford did it.

It… Ford feels for them. It’s them now. Shifty unintentionally or not, saw Ford as a parental figure, Ford doesn’t know how to feel about that. Ford tells them that he can’t reverse what he did, locking them down there, but he offers to try to make amends.

Shifty, his child…. agrees.

With Shifty living with him, and Soos helping about, his house starts to feel less lonely. Ford wonders how Stan would feel about his new nibling. Ford wonders if Stan has a family out there in the unknown.

Things start to change again when Boy-ish Dan, now Manly Dan’s wife went missing. The whole town searched for her to no avail. Ford wonders if the supernatural took her, or maybe the society of the blind eye.

Manly Dan’s daughter is a troublemaker, stealing from the museum gift shop, going around with her friends spray painting the sides of buildings.

Ford didn’t like her at first. Despite her cool demeanor, she was certainly a troublemaker. Ford would not admit that he antics weren’t familiar though. He wonders if Stan would like her.

However despite their rough start, Ford ends up hiring her, saving her from her dreadful “logging” camp for the summer. He hires her to straighten her out a bit, if she’s going to do crimes might as well teach her not to get caught.

The name Fiddleford is a name Ford hasn’t heard in a long time, after the Blind Society of Eye, Ford tended to avoid his old friend not…out of fear of course but out of self preservation, he couldn’t afford to have the Blind Eye Society descend down on him again, not when he was so close. He has so much to lose.

But…Ford would be lying if he said he didn’t see Fiddleford around town all those years, looking more and more feral each time Ford saw him.

Sometimes Ford would quietly follow his old friend to the dump where his old friend resides in.

To make sure his friend makes it home safely. And occasionally he left a basket for his old friend and his raccoon wife. It ate Ford up inside but he couldn’t do much more than that.

When Ford first laid eyes upon little Mason and little Mabel, he practically melted into a puddle. They were so small, so so small. And even as small as they were they held onto eachother tightly, as if they were afraid the world would separate them. Ford wondered if he and Stanley were like that when they were born. He wished Stanley were here to see it.

His tiny itty bitty grandniece held onto his fingers, holding them with her hands. Ford couldn’t stop himself from crying. And almost practically kidnapping them. They were so small, he needs to protect them, protect them from this cruel world that would separate them.

In the end he had to give Shermie back his grandchild and Shifty had to practically restrain Ford to get him to stop himself from stealing the twins dna, so he could replicate them and leave the replications as decoys so he can find a place to keep the originals safe from harm, from anything.

For his troubles Ford walked out with Shifty, with a bunch of pictures of his grandniece and grandnephew. Stanley would love them.

I’m tired so I’ll do a PT.2 later if you want.

Tbh I’m sending u this because both you and E agree with me about Ford would never give on Stan in a reverse portal au

Hopefully you enjoyed

YOU. YOU BEAUTIFUL HUMAN BEING THSNK YOU FOR BLESSING MY ASK BOX WITH THIS. THIS IS BEAUTIFUL I LOVE LOVE LOVE IT.

the way Stanley is just… haunting Ford the entire time?? the way whenever he meets anyone or does anything, the specter of his brother follows him, a comfort and a reminder and a punishment all in one. Stanley would have loved this. Stanley was just like them. Stanley is jsut like them, because he can’t be dead yet, he can’t

be inclusion of Shifty makes me so so soft, that’s his baby, that’s his kid!!! and he fucked up but if given a second chance he would try. all this man does is try and try and hope for the best.

Wendy and Soos and the little twins are AAAAAAAAAAAAA ANON. YOUVE KILLED ME THIS IS SO TRAGIC AND SO CUTE. i’m so glad Ford wasn’t alone. i’m so fascinated by the idea of their lives playing out so similarly (in canon vs here) because yes, they’re a lot more alike than they’d ever like to admit.

i imagine him not having the journals is the main setback he faces, along with his loss of memories of where they are, and possibly a lot of the specifics of what they contain. thinking about it, Martian Stan! Ford was so so close to just being this guy. if he waited a day longer to get the journals, he’d be absolutely done for.

#once again Fiddleford Fucks Up #but also the inclusion of him trying to help fiddleford despite not knowing how :((((#anon ty for this i feel like i’ve been given a great gift #gravity falls #stanford pines #stanley pines #reverse portal au #im SO SO glad E and I are both the ‘Ford wouldn’t leave Stan in the Portal’ guys. this is it i’ve made it #asks

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hamsternella · 9 months ago

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hi!!! I have a request if you want too ofc!!! I’ve always thought of a reader who used to be in a relationship with ford before him being sucked up in the portal..and finding out that he was back?? It would be heavy angst with supreme fluff I think, I love how you write Ford in your other posts 👀

I'm sorry for my delay; I had a couple of problems BUT HERE IT IS. I hope you like it.

He's back

cw: stanford pines x reader, angst, fluff

It was déjà vu. Flashing lights, burned out outlets and the bustle of the masses. Communal fear; the terror of shadows devouring the streets as the gloom spread down every avenue—it had been a danger to set foot outside, but you risked it. One hand clinging to the edge of your robe, and the other holding a flashlight that barely worked without flickering; but with its mark referring to its recent departure from the factory, it was now the only thing that could keep your head attached to the last ounce of sanity.

You had not traveled back in time. You were still in the same Gravity Falls. Cars were ascending into the sky, darkness was taking over the town, and the stars were shining brighter than ever. Your own body had begun to rise; the lantern ended up somewhere unknown as you had to clutch both hands to the nearest lamppost, avoiding biting your tongue as you returned to the ground with the sting of cement against the skin of your legs.

You missed the exact moment when you had begun to cry—it was of no great importance. You tried to stand up, you tried to take deep breaths, and you tried to search for God between prayers; but nothing seemed to quell the urge to gouge your eyes out with your fingers. You were in denial about discovering what lay beyond the darkness when the light bathed Gravity Falls. You felt sick.

Your heart felt like it was about to burst in your chest; the nerves swirled in your stomach like an uncomfortable tingle. The world was spinning, and you didn't know if it was your head or if the event would repeat itself. Three times. Three times it would be. Now it was only two.

Two times.

How many more years?

Could it be?

?̸҇̿͑͆̇͗̐̏̎͗̚̚ɯ̵҇͂͑͐̽͐̊̀̈́ı̷̷̣̒͂̍́̌͊̌̓̈͐́͋̃͌̇̆͋͊̋̈́̎̚͡͠ɥ҈̄́̀̌̄͆̌̏́͐̍̅̆͞ ǝ̴̉͂͆̾͌͗͂̇̄͋͠q̵̍͋̈̀̉́̆̍̽̿̓̄̆͊̚̚͞ ʇ̵̐̅̓͐͗͂̐͒̌̐̽̆̕ı̷̴̣̉͊̃͆̉̐̇̽͛̎͐̓̃̽̏̓̋̋͗̔̾̀͌̕͞ p҈̌̿̃̅̐͐͂̚͞ן̵̛͊̓̋͊̓̀͒̈́̈n҈҇̾̔̄̈̋͗̽̚ơ̵͐̄̂̽̊̑́͂̚̚Ɔ̸̿̒͐̆̕��̈́̈̄̍̋

Getting to the Mystery Shack was less complicated than you had imagined. The wooden signs —now scattered in the mud; hanging from the trees, among their branches— were helpful in reaching the shack. You barely reacted when a government special forces car (what were they supposed to be doing in Gravity Falls?) honked its horn, forcing you to jump to the side of the road. After it followed a whole line of armored vehicles. You didn't know what to think—there was nothing to do about it.

There was nothing you could do. Why were you there?

It had been difficult for you to return home to put on your shoes. Now they were ruined: muddy and the laces were wet with dirty water. You knew your socks were soaked through, and possibly your robe was the only thing halfway presentable. And for what? Who were you thinking of surprising? Stanley Pines, perhaps? The man you hadn't seen for a little over thirty years; or maybe his workers, who were the only people able to orbit around him. You had never gone to see him after ʇ̵̛̅̀̓ǘ̴̋́͛̃͝ǝ҉҇̏̂̉p҉̔̋͞ı҉̛̓̋̑̚ɔ̸̛̍̏̚ɔ̵̽̃͑́͠ɐ҉̓̍̚͠ ǝ҈͑̽̆͝ɥ̸̇̿͗͗͝ʇ҉҇̐̎̅ that day.

You lost the order of your thoughts —too confused on their own— as soon as the dome of trees was behind you. The sun rising behind the cabin blinded you for an instant, and too tired, perhaps even surrendered to the possibility of turning around and going back the way you came, you still tried to shield your eyes from the light. It was an instant. You let out a sigh caught in your chest, gathered your breath, and through silent tears you thought you heard a distant whisper.

Then it was a murmur.

Then it was a scream.

Then there were several. And they were all your name.

The tears, once small pearls hanging from your eyes, were now a torrent of bitterness and confusion twisting your gesture. They seemed to be born from a fresh wound in your heart; and it deepened as your arm fell limp to the side of your body, leaving you at the mercy of a blurred figure beyond what your imagination could trace. It was like a black blob, too big to be ɹ̴̊̑̃̅͝ǝ҉̈̊͛͡ɥ̵̛̐̿̊d̴͋́̕ı҈̿̍́͝Ɔ̶͑̆͒̌͞—but too small to be a black hole. Still, the way it approached and dominated your field of vision, eating away at the stability of your heart and the rhythm of your breathing, made it feel like one. Maybe this was the end of you. Maybe he was back.

You tried to swallow the rest of your tears, preparing both —weak— fists in front of you. Ready to fight. You mustered up the courage you needed, closing your eyes with the thought that if you avoided looking at him, possibly your death would be quicker. Maybe there would be mercy. Maybe the cut in your stomach wouldn't hurt, and when your organs fell out of your body you wouldn't have to see red bathing your feet. Nor were you going to see the world fade away; and you hoped much less was yellow covering your vision. Metallic taste, smell of meat and viscosity of guts and viscera. All the senses in an expression of his love for human carnage.

And the pain was going to be the least of it.

The impact came with the sound of hurried footsteps, and the scratchy texture of fabric that made you frown. The warmth of an embrace enveloped your body, and the fussy sensation of a breath on your neck made you bristle from head to toe. You opened your eyes a little at a time; gray and white invading your vision. Gray hair. There was a lot of gray hair. There was also the smell of gunpowder, dirt, dust and dampness—perhaps another musk you didn't recognize. And yet you cried again.

You clung to the body of a dead man; to the memory of a missing person. You wrapped your arms around the body of the man you had forgotten the color of his eyes or the sound of his voice. But there he was: crying like you, maybe worse, and with the clumsiness of a baby coming into the world—coming home. You dug your nails into his back, your gaze lost in the sun hanging in the firmament and the morning breeze freezing the wounds on your legs. Old, tired legs.

How the years go by.

You felt joy with those hands caressing your hair. You wanted to close your eyes again, but you feared losing the moment in another nostalgic and painful dream. You feared losing him. Losing—

"Ford," voice broken, tired. The voice of someone in fear, "I thought you were... I thought for a moment, Ford, that maybe... maybe you were..."

You thought you heard him mutter a 'no' so faint that it ended as a windblown sigh. Instead, Ford shook his head, beginning to push his body away from yours. You held on tightly, wrapping your arms around his neck. It was your turn to shake your head.

"Your eyes—I don't want to see them," you said. "I don't want to see your eyes, Ford."

"But I need to see yours," he replied softly. "I missed them... I missed you."

He was crying again.

"I missed you so much," he continued. "You don't know how much I have... This has been torture—without you, without your voice."

His voice was barely a plea that made your heart bristle.

"So let me see them; I need to know this is real."

"I don't want to find out you're not my Ford," you said. "What if you are him? What if you're playing with me?"

"He's not here," he shook his head. His hands began to stroke your back. "He can't hurt you, dear. Not here. Not with me here..."

"You left me," you interrupted him. "You left me, Ford. You went through the portal and left me. I've forgotten the color of your eyes—I can only remember the yellow; the long pupil, the smile... I don't know what I'm going to do if it's not you."

"But it's me. It's only me."

You let his hands pull your body away from his, and with the fear of one who searches in the gloom for a monster, you guided your eyes to his. You found a look full of tenderness and longing; a wrinkled face, tired and wet with tears. You couldn't control the impulse to bring one of your hands to his cheek, tracing the path of a fresh tear until it was lost beneath your palm; his face resting squarely against it, making him close his eyes with pleasure at the caress.

"It's only you," you whispered. You saw him nod, and then you released the sigh you had been holding in your chest. "It's finally you... I've been waiting for you all these years, Ford. Although I'd be lying if I said I wasn't waiting for something like... you know."

"I understand," he replied softly. "He's lied to me and terrorized me too; in places you couldn't possibly imagine, telling me horrendous things... Telling me that he had—he had killed you, God."

You smiled ruefully, holding his gaze when he opened his eyes.

"But then I saw you standing here," he continued, "and I thought maybe I might be delirious. I kept dreaming of you; of tracing you in drawings, in my head, everywhere... I didn't want to forget you. I didn't want you to turn to dust."

"I had forgotten your gaze," you replied. "I had forgotten your eyes—their color, their shape. All I could think of was the yellow glowing in the dark, and the pupils..." You swallowed your words, too overcome by the feeling of bitterness in your chest to continue. It took you a moment to catch your breath. "To see them again, after all these years, Ford... They are so beautiful. You are so, so... I don't know. I've just missed you so much. I think you get an idea of how much I do," you laughed through your tears, next to him.

Silence enveloped you both, barely interrupted by the murmur of wind and birds. The breeze swirled the earth and leaves, wrapping your feet with a shiver to your neck, where Ford's hands were now resting. You brought yours over his, drawing them to your lips for a kiss. You traced scars with caresses; you covered the roughness with the softness of your affection, and listened intently to his breathing quicken. You thought you could hear his heart beat out of control under your charm.

In an instant his hands cradled your cheeks; his fingers rested softly on your skin, brushing your earlobes, tickling you. You closed your eyes, drowning in the darkness, guided by the light pressure of a warmth foreign to your body. You rested your arms on his shoulders, barely catching his breath on your face as you sensed the awkwardness of shy lips seeking yours between kisses along your skin. On your forehead as a blessing, on your eyelids to drink away your anguish, on your nose to lighten your own nerves, and then on your lips; perhaps to savor the thousands of words you didn't know—those that might come to Ford's aid in understanding how much you needed him these thirty years, and how much you were going to keep longing for him now that you had felt his warmth again.

You let his body collide with yours, and barely interfered with the wildness of his own need for you. You didn't stop his arms when they wrapped around you awkwardly; nor did you utter a complaint when the kiss deepened with a pair of choked whimpers that died in your mouth. You let yourself be drowned by a show of affection too abrupt, too old—needed and almost forgotten. You savored Ford with the rage of an affair stuck in the past, and with the pent-up love of years of not having seen him. Of having believed him dead.

As the air thinned you parted. You still held him in your embrace, searching with your misty eyes for his. But there he was: flushed, visibly embarrassed, but there he was. Ford was still there. Still alive—back at home, with you.

"Don't look at me so intensely after such a disastrous kiss," he suddenly muttered.

"Do you feel embarrassed?" you asked under a chuckle. "And what do you call a disastrous kiss?"

"A kiss I practiced in my sleep and could never put into practice... until now."

This time you had to let out the laugh you'd been hiding. Ford covered his face, red as a tomato. He tried to explain himself but found it impossible; all his words choked, too garbled.

"It's like you're that boy who had barely made it to Gravity Falls," you tried to articulate. "Too many dreams. You've always been one to dream a lot."

"I could meet you in those dreams," he whispered. "You've always lived in my mind, along with them."

It was your turn to blush. Ford chuckled.

"What an old rascal you are when you want to be," you added.

"But it's true!"

You went along with his laughter, losing yourself in the way he looked at you. The sweet way he still loved you.

"Don't ever leave again," you said after a long while. "Don't ever leave me here again, Ford."

"I'd have to be dead to let you go, my dear."

"Or have your memory wiped," you added.

"Oh, that would be impossible. I have a special plate attached to prevent that kind of accident," he explained. "You know—other dimensions and that sort of thing."

"Sure, love," you laughed.

Ford brought one of his hands to his head, rapping gently with his knuckles to rattle the metal. You gasped.

"That's... Let's see," you throat cleared, "I deserve an explanation. Too many kisses but not enough answers, Ford."

"I know, I know," he smiled. "I promise to explain everything. But first a bath... and another hug."

"Another hug," you nodded, laughing softly. "You better never let go of me again."

"Never again."

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benedikwonn · 1 month ago

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Starfall | Chapter 02.

♪ — TONGUES OF DUST AND GLASS.

Invincible!Mark Grayson x Alien Reader.

fic summary . . . She was supposed to protect a prince, she ran—across galaxies, into Earth’s orbit, and straight into Mark Grayson’s life. Now Zira, the alien warrior with a language she barely speaks, is hiding from the crown she betrayed… and falling for the boy who sees her anyway.

Zira awoke to silence.

Not the kind she was used to—the silence of space, humming with power and possibility. This was hollow. Dead. Synthetic.

Her eyes snapped open. Blinding white lights glared above her. The air smelled strange—like metal and chemicals, stale but sharp. She tried to move, but her limbs were heavy, her muscles sluggish. A strange warmth pressed against her chest, like she’d been wrapped in something artificial.

Her hand moved instinctively to her side, searching for her weapon. Gone.

Panic pulsed up her spine.

Her vision shifted, and she caught her reflection in a sheet of transparent material beside her bed—some sort of containment field, she assumed. Her skin still glowed, but dimmer now. Her armor was half-formed, struggling to hold shape in this… gravity well. The stars outside her veins were quiet. Disconnected.

She sat up sharply, ignoring the cold protest of her muscles.

“An’toré!” she hissed. “Ta vrel! Where—”

The door hissed open.

Zira whirled, energy already blooming in her palm—flickering violet light coiling around her fingers like a snake ready to strike.

But it was him.

The boy from the crash.

Mark Grayson.

He stepped inside slowly, holding something round and wrapped in crinkly paper. His hair was messy. His costume torn at the shoulder. He looked tired—but not afraid.

When he saw her awake, his eyes lit up.

“Hey,” he said softly. “You’re up.”

Zira didn’t understand a word. His voice was smooth, rhythmic—like a song with no meaning. She didn’t move, but the light in her hand remained.

Mark raised both palms and gave her the most disarming smile he could manage. “Easy. No explosions. Please?”

She tilted her head.

He held up the wrapped object. “Food,” he said clearly, tapping it. “For you.”

Zira narrowed her eyes. “Fa’ther?”

He blinked. “No, not… father. Just food. Uh—” He made a biting motion with his hands, then pointed at his stomach. “Eat.”

She looked at the thing. She could smell it now—warm, strange, salty.

He set it gently on the table beside her and stepped back.

She watched him.

Then, carefully, she reached forward and unwrapped the paper.

The sandwich inside was greasy and squashed. She sniffed it once. The smell was unfamiliar but not offensive.

With slow suspicion, she took a bite.

Mark watched like he was observing an alien monkey solve a Rubik’s Cube.

Zira chewed. Then blinked.

Then took another bite. Bigger.

He chuckled softly. “Guess that means you like it.”

Zira looked at him again. Her eyes scanned his face—his mouth as it moved, the cadence of his words. It was clear he was trying to communicate, but the words meant nothing.

She touched her temple and muttered, “Translation helix… ruptured.”

Mark tilted his head. “You okay?”

She didn’t answer. Instead, she mimicked his previous motion: palm open, then pointed to him. Her voice was slow, careful.

“…Fath’re?”

Mark frowned, then shook his head. “Mark.”

“Mar’k.”

He smiled. “Yeah. Close enough.”

Zira stared at him.

Then tapped her chest. “Zira.”

Mark pointed at her. “Zira.” Then at himself again. “Mark.”

Her eyes lit up slightly. Recognition. Maybe even amusement.

She nodded once. “Mark.”

He gave a small, relieved sigh. “Okay. Step one: names. Step two: figure out how to talk without blowing something up.”

Zira pointed at him again, then circled her finger in the air, mimicking the crash. “Tavoré… kin’tha. You… saw?”

“Yeah,” he said, nodding slowly. “You fell. Big crash. Park. I was there.”

He made a whooshing noise, waved his arms, then mimicked catching something.

Zira watched with a blank stare.

Then: “You… no understand.”

Mark laughed. “Nope. Not even a little.”

Silence settled again. He didn’t leave. He just leaned back against the wall, watching her eat the sandwich. Watching her, really—the way her eyes shifted to track every small sound, how her fingers constantly tapped against the table as if keeping rhythm with some distant pulse.

Zira paused midway through the last bite and looked at him with a long, calculating expression.

“You… are not… of my world.”

Mark blinked. “Did you just—?”

“Your… tongue,” she continued, voice strained, syllables cracked, “is… brittle. Made of dust and glass.”

He stared. “Uh. Thanks?”

She pressed a hand to her temple again, grimacing. “Helix broken. Translation… slow.”

Mark’s face softened. “You are trying to learn.”

She met his eyes. “Must.”

They sat in that shared silence, their understanding a fragile thread woven between language and instinct.

Then the door slid open again—and Cecil stepped in.

Zira rose instantly, all tension and battle-ready instinct. Her fingers flickered with raw energy.

“Stand down,” Cecil said calmly, holding a tablet in one hand. “We’re not enemies.”

She didn’t move.

Mark stepped in between them. “Hey. It’s alright. He’s… annoying, but he’s on our side.”

Zira’s eyes didn’t leave Cecil. Her hand lowered—slightly.

Cecil studied her, then looked to Mark. “She’s adapting faster than expected.”

“She said maybe five words I understood,” Mark replied.

“Still five more than I thought you’d get. We’ve got a signal pulse from her ship. Buried data. Still decoding. In the meantime…” Cecil turned to Zira. “You’re safe. For now. But Earth isn’t a safe place to crash. Not these days.”

Zira watched him. Didn’t respond.

She was still in another world.

They moved her to a quiet recovery room, dim lights and a window that looked out on a fake sky. Mark stayed. He didn’t really know why. Maybe it was the way she looked at everything like she was holding it in her hand, trying to decide if it was worth keeping.

She stood by the window, looking out into the projection.

Stars moved too slow. The light wasn’t real.

“This… is not sky,” she said, soft.

Mark sat cross-legged on the floor, jacket slung over one shoulder. “No. It’s a simulation. GDA thing.”

Zira turned to him. “ yours… fear me.”

He met her gaze. “They fear what they don’t understand.”

She stepped closer. “you?”

Mark hesitated. “I don’t know what to think yet. But I don’t think you’re here to hurt anyone.”

Zira tilted her head, as if surprised by the answer.

“Mark.”

She said his name carefully. Like she was still figuring out the weight of it.

He gave her a tired, sideways smile. “You’re welcome, Zira.”

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shadowdaddies · 1 year ago

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Please do the sequel to In Every Lifetime😍😍

welll I know I promised fluff but there's a lil angst first. But here's our happy ending for Azriel x Illyrian Reader💜 (this part is much shorter lol)

In Every Lifetime Pt. II

Azriel x Reader

Part One

Warnings: mentions of torture and death

A sharp pain along your shoulder blades drew you from sleep, eyes fluttering open to a dark room. You startled slightly as you heard the heartbeat beneath your ear, realizing you were not laying on a pillow but someone’s chest.

Looking up, you gasped at the sight of Azriel’s dark curls falling in his sleeping face. Memories came flooding back of your last days, the torture as you lost your wings, the sweet relief when death brought you Azriel. He was with you, in the next life as you had dreamed. But looking around, it was clear that you were in your bedroom in Prythian. Azriel’s hands had the same beautiful scars, your bedroom had the same quilt, the same books on the nightstand.

In a frantic search of your surroundings, you sat up quickly, the pain in your shoulders turning blinding as you released a scream. Azriel shot awake, hazel eyes wide as he searched you for signs of harm.

The itching burn along the insides of your wings was unbearable, your eyes watering as you attempted to spread the appendages at your back. Feeling the bones shift beneath your skin, you noticed the weightless feeling at your back. Your center of gravity was off.

One look at Azriel confirmed your worst fears. The image of your wings, shredded on display in front of you flashed in your mind. A scarred hand raised slowly, barely touching your cheek as he nodded, a wordless acknowledgment of what was lost.

A broken sob escaped you, arms reaching desperately towards your back. Jagged, raised scars the only remnants of that piece of your identity taunted you, your throat dry as the fractured whisper eked out of your lips. “My wings, I don’t have my wings.”

Azriel nodded slowly, his thumb brushing your cheek as tears fell down his face. “I know. I felt it,” he whispered.

“What do you mean, you felt it?” you questioned, confusion distracting you slightly from the pain and grief coursing through you. His eyes softened, Azriel sitting up against the headboard as he pulled you to his chest. You followed without question, that fae instinct craving the touch of your mate.

“The bond snapped for me, as you were... taken.” He paused for a long moment, a shudder passing through him as you felt his sorrow through the bond. Eyes widening, you looked to him as you realized. You could feel him, and he you.

Azriel swallowed thickly. “The first thing I saw when the mating bond snapped was your wing being broken, and you being taken from me. I felt you, reaching out to me. I felt your pain, your fear, everything.”

Your tears were falling on his chest as you laid against him, arms tightening around Azriel as the horrors surfaced in your memories. “I’m so sorry, Azriel. I didn’t know that you felt it. I thought you still didn’t know, about the bond,” you whispered against him.

Azriel stiffened slightly underneath you, his hands wrapping around your waist. “When did you know... that I was your mate?” he asked, tension lacing his tone.

You burrowed your head further into his torso, unable to meet his gaze. “It snapped for me in Hybern. When you rescued Elain.” As if a cold bucket of water was dumped on your head, realization hit. You were laying in bed with a male who was in love with someone else. Furiously, you pushed away, ignoring the dizzying pain as you moved to the cold sheets on the other side of the bed.

You and Azriel searched each other for a moment, confusion on his face and anger on yours. “I watched you give her Truth Teller. I watched you lust after her, the lingering touches, the inside jokes. Don’t tell me that you just left her because you feel guilty? We might be mates, Azriel, but I suffered for months so that you could be happy with whomever you choose. I don’t want your pity.”

Something akin to anger shone in Azriel’s eyes, molten gold swimming in his irises. “I was not with Elain. My heart belonged to you long before I even met her, and it will belong to you forever after.” His voice grew softer, kinder yet somehow more earnest. “I did not think that I could ever be worthy of a love like yours, of a female like you. For years I pined for you, while you saw me as nothing more than a friend. And when you shut me out after the war, I tried to move on. But I will never move on from you.”

Your heart swelled as the tattered bond which had tugged on your heart for months wrapped around it, what once broke you now making you whole. “You love me?”

Azriel moved to your side of the bed, taking your hands in his, gaze locked on you. “I love you. In this lifetime, and every one after.”

A broad smile stretched across your face, Azriel reciprocating in kind. “Let’s start with this one,” you whispered, softly pushing your mate against the bed as you leaned over him, lips brushing as you felt that electrifying warmth you’d heard about.

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NEW STORY SNEAK PEEK:

Kunoichi amongst Reapers

The world came to her in fragments, like shards of a broken mirror reflecting a distorted reality. Her vision swam, blurred at the edges as if she were peering through a fogged window. The kind of awakening that follows a restless sleep—a sleep that offers no dreams, no nightmares, only the heavy promise of a day that would attempt to grind her spirits to dust. She blinked, her eyelids scraping like dry parchment, and took in her surroundings.

The air was damp, carrying the faint metallic tang of stone and earth. The light was dim, sourceless, as though it seeped from the walls themselves. She was underground, or so it seemed. The walls carved in rock. Her body felt leaden, weighed down by invisible chains. She glanced down and saw the restraints—thick, leather straps that bound her up to her arms, holding them tightly behind her back. Yet, it wasn't the leather that held her immobile; it was as if gravity itself had doubled, pressing down on her.

To a kunoichi, Sakura Haruno knew this was far from an ideal situation, an ordinary person would've been induced to panic, but her instinct was to take in her surroundings, collect every image and observation, and make a calculated decision before her nerves and emotions caught up to her and netted around her shinobi instincts, trapping them.

And then she saw him.

“Well look who’s finally awake,”

A man sat a few feet away, his posture relaxed, almost languid as if he were waiting for a tea kettle to boil rather than guarding a captive. His face was shadowed by the brim of a striped bucket hat, but his eyes—gray and sharp as flint—caught the faint light. His hair was a mess of pale gold, strands falling carelessly across his forehead, and a faint stubble dusted his jaw. In one hand, he held a cane, its tip resting lightly against the ground. In the other, a fan, which he flicked open with a practiced snap, hiding the lower half of his face.

“I was starting to think you’d never wake up after that. Glad to see you weren’t done in,”

Her eyes narrowed, as she tugged at the restraints, but her body refused to obey, as though her muscles had forgotten their purpose. “Who are you?” she demanded, her voice hoarse but steady.

The man tilted his head, the brim of his hat casting his eyes into deeper shadow. “That’s what I want to ask you,” he replied, tapping the tip of his cane against the ground.

“Sakura Haruno,” she said without hesitation, “Now, tell me where I am.”

He chuckled, a low, mirthless sound that echoed faintly in the cavernous space. "Sakura Haruno," he repeated as if testing the weight of her name. "Tell me, do you remember what happened to you?"

Her brow furrowed as she tried to piece together the fragments of her memory. A mission—yes, there had been a mission. And then… flashes of chaos. Bodies were strewn across the ground like discarded dolls. A creature, monstrous and otherworldly, its mask is a grotesque fusion of bone and shadow. And pain—searing, blinding pain as something tore through her chest. Her eyes instinctively flew to her torso, searching for the wound, but there was nothing. No blood, no scar, not even a tear in her clothing….which had been changed. She was no longer wearing her usual red vest her entire outfit seemed to have been displaced.

That sent a shiver of discomfort through her, as she noticed the black fabric covering her body, a black kimono. Clasping neatly to her body in perfect size, but that was the least of her concerns.

“I’m alive?” she whispered, more to herself than to him.

The man’s fan snapped shut, and he leaned forward, his gray eyes glinting like shards of ice. “Oh no,” he said, his tone almost playful. “You’re not alive.”

“What? What the hell are you talking about?” She was here right now, she could feel her breaths, her chest rising with each intake, the pain in her shoulders from being bound as she was.

He shrugged as if discussing the weather. "I suppose it's more accurate to say that you, Sakura Haruno, are neither dead nor alive. You're somewhere in between. A liminal space, if you will."

This may have been nothing more than a disturbing joke, but it set her off. She tugged at the restraints again, but they held fast, “Explain. Now.”

The man snapped his fingers, and the restraints fell away, disintegrating into wisps of smoke. Sakura surged to her feet, her body moving on instinct, falling into a defensive stance.

“What is this?” she demanded, her voice rising. “What’s going on?”

The man rose smoothly to his feet, his cane tapping lightly against the stone floor. He reached behind him and produced a sheathed sword, which he tossed at her feet. The blade landed with a metallic clang that echoed through the chamber. “Do you really want to know?”

Sakura stared at the sword, a sinking feeling settling in her gut. Whatever this was, it was bad. Worse than bad. She could feel it in the air, in the way the shadows seemed to pulse and writhe around her.

"Think back," the man said, his voice cutting through her thoughts like a knife. "Way back. What brought you to this moment? And don't hold back.

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