#idk. it might be because of the escapism. it might be because the gravity falls fandom is so. vile towards characters like this

[thereareeyesinsidethetrees]

okay so to recap

reasons to watch mlp:

-minty, our favorite pony. she is so delightful

-derpy, our favorite pony. she is so delightful

-maud pie, our favorite pony. she is so delightful

from what we’ve seen:

-minty is very autism-coded. she is very energetic and passionate and has a nice flow to her speech. she loves her sock collection and she always tries, even if she messes up sometimes. she is wonderful and we love her

-derpy started as a joke character, but became dearly beloved by the fandom to the point that she started being referenced in the show. these scenes were later edited to remove her name and lazy eye. while ‘derpy’ definitely isn’t the best name for a disabled character, the fix is not to remove the disability. she is funny and helpful and brightens up any scene she’s in. we love her

-maud pie is much like us. she is expressionless, her voice monotone. because of this, most mistake her as being emotionless, accusing her of not even passions. to the contrary, she has a deep fascination with geology and feels more comfortable around rocks due to them not judging her for circumstances beyond her control. she’s deeply relatable, her bond with her sister is immensely important to us, and her fight to be accepted and understood is inspiring

this will probably be the last time we bring up mlp but holy shit do we need to sit down and properly watch the show. ae want to see more of these guys 🥺

[totally-not-a-slug]

The "Stanley" Parable| Gravity Falls x The Stanley Parable

It came from seeing a person's drawing of Stanley from gravity Falls and Stanley from Stanley parable crossover.. Two characters named Stanley who have yellow entities that terrorise them.. Guys.. They MIGHT be the same person idk

bill finds a loophole within the theraprisim. surprisingly the halfly erased contract between bill and stan gives stan the ability to see and hear bill but he doesn't know that..YET. Bill splits his body to move around better, via the arrow. Bill technically isolates himself by escaping the Theraprisim and because of no other ghouls around and the rest of humanity not being able to see him he's losing it. A very ego crushed attention thriving Bill becomes obsessed with Stanley and his life, even narrating his boring life to kill time. It was small, of course. But the entire infatuation becomes intense when it came to getting to know Stan more, he's found that him and stan very alike, and that can't be a good thing when it came to being attached to someone in his state. Stan was very annoyed and made the mistake of acknowledging him which causes the obsession to spiral, to be so alike, to see right through him, bill didn't think he'd be so invested until now. Everything he found so irritating became very endearing to him, when he listened in on Ford trying to suggest bill proofing Stanley's mind he loses his shit and overwhelms Stanley's thoughts in an attempt to distract him so he wouldn't agree to it so soon. He learned to despise the concept of being separated from Stanley, when they so obviously need each other, when he needs Stanley, when Stanley completes him. Tldr: local triangle demon gets out of therapy, splits himself apart to properly watch the guy who can see him, become obsessed, now he don't wanna separate.

He split himself to wander around and also guide stan around

Why doesn't he have his hat? That's because he gave it to stan, who reluctantly placed it in some box in his room because he'd be yelled at for throwing it out, why doesn't STAN have his hat? Simple, Bill stole it. :3

Stan is but a tired man, with the unwilling patience of a saint.

[lightningchu-the-mega-raichu]

I made art for an AU my brother and I made (which is an offshoot of another AU my brother made.

Basically Bill dies a bit earlier (Stanford kills him in the Nightmare dimension sometime while he's stuck in the portal) and so while he's in Theraprism he still makes his Book and it ends up in Gravity Falls. And Mabel stumbles upon it! He communicates with her through the book and they become friends. And Dipper too. He's a little wary of Bill at first though.

This is not Mabill btw. Wanna clarify that

More under cut

Bill lets them in on what Stan is doing with the portal (he doesnt tell them why he's rebuilding the portal though) and he gets her to mess with it and basically change the coordinates to Theraprism.

AND THEN it works and he comes through!!

They do get Ford back actually. I can't remember how haha. I think Bill did it (somehow??) He wanted to gloat about how he won or something. But his powers are limited (because of dying) so he actually didn't win lol

Basically he can still do all sorts of stuff, but he can't do anything too big and he can't make anything permanent.

BUT ANYWAY Ford cautions Mabel because yeah that's friccin Bill Cipher.

And then she gets all saddy bc omg Bill's a Manipulator and a Liar and he WAS USING HER?? but. Bill has emotions and he did get attached to her (as well he did Ford BUT THATS NOT IMPORTANT)

That's all the art I made for the au

But yeah. Bc his powers are limited and bc Mabel and Dipper are attached to him, Ford can't really do anything. And Bill hangs around as a fun weird third uncle.

Probably the rest of the story would be Bill trying to find a way to get his powers fully restored but he gains ✨️feelings✨️ along the way. And he and Ford would superrrrr slowlllyyy make up. And then he truly does become a fun weird third uncle.

Also the Axolotl probably comes because Bill friccin escaped Theraprism but he ends up leaving Bill there because he can see Bill has changed!

He's very sad when Mabel and Dipper leave. But he's got Ford and Stan!

Anyway yeah I might make more of this idk. Don't tell me this is unrealistic, let me be delusional.

REBLOGS > LIKES

(IF YOU TAG THIS AS MABILL SHIP I WILL BUST YOUR KNEE CAPS)

[moonlight-tmd]

SHOCKBEE SHOCKBEE SHOCKBEE

god they’re sooo dhbdbdbdnfbf; I was just thinking maybe shockwave would probably try and have a relationship with bb. you know, to get rid of him cause he suspects there’s a spy and what not totally ahhahah (shock just wants him to himself). and like they grow close, they date, shock never reveals himself as a con because I believe bee would immediately be betrayed and angered that he was dating a con.

I might draw them idk

Yea that's something Shockwave would try tbh-

Instead of twisting the gossips to point at Wasp he takes target on the main danger- the yellow minibot who's playing detective and actually being suspicious of him.

I guess Bee noticed Longarm wandering the halls after hours and he decided to investigate in secret, unfortunately Shockwave caught onto that pretty fast.

He thought Bee would get bored and leave after a while of not spying anything but he was so wrong- Bee was stubborn and just kept going.

So he took a different approach; he befriended the little mech and set up a whole scenario that would end in Bee's "accidental" murder.

It was simple, gain Bee's trust long and wait until Bee decided to take him to mess around some dangerous planet, then cover his death with some convenient accident.

Shockwave was doing a very good job at pretending to enjoy Bee's company and hyping up all he said, it was going just fine... until he actually started to enjoy Bee's company.

Bee was different from all the autobots there, something about him just made something click in Shock that he began enjoying his constant yapping and adorable antics.

When he finally realized he has strayed from his plan it was too late, the attachment has taken deep root into his spark and he couldn't bring himself to kill Bee.

It took him a while before making peace with that fact and deciding to go along with it, manipulating what Bee knew and saw so he would never think he is a spy. It seemed to work out fine but Shockwave couldn't help but feel guilty of lying to his beloved.

Bee and Longarm started dating and continued to do so after Bee was relocated to the repair crew. Things got really complicated after Bee went missing only to be found on earth few decades later. For Bee it was like a long nap but for Longarm it was years of constant loneliness and yearning. The fact other decepticons were on earth wasn't helping with anything...

I suppose at some point he got orders to go scout out the Nemesis on the moon for any remnants of functioning tech. That's when Bee discovered him-

Team Prime has detected some weird signal on the moon and it landed on Bee to go investigate (perks of being the scout, huh?) When he was investigating the ship and talking to his team on the comms he noticed the strange figure lurking there- a closer look revealed it to be Longarm, Bee wanted to surprise him from behind but then a second later Longarm shifted and Bee's happy expression was replaced with disbelief as he saw it was a Decepticon.

He stayed silent even when his team was asking for replies over his comms. He leaned on the ship remnant a bit too much which caused it to fall, alerting Shockwave of his presence.

Bee's team only got scraps of what he was saying, yelling something about being found before the contact cut with a crash...

Bee was trying to escape Shockwave and activated his boosters in hopes to fly back to earth... he didn't notice the ship wing in front and crashed right into it, wrecking his boosters and comms. Shockwave caught him before he drifted too far from the moon's gravity.

He took him inside the ship to patch him up, surprisingly the medbay was still functional on the most part. Bee woke up way sooner than Shock would've liked, he started panicking and trying to fight despite the very painful injuries- Shock had to hold him down so he wouldn't hurt himself more but it didn't stop Bee from spitting all the accusations. Bee knew Longarm was fake now, he could not be fooled anymore.

Shockwave stood there listening, trying to say something- he had to yell at Bee to shut up in order to explain; Yes, he was a decepticon. Yes, the rumors in boot camp were about him. But he never ever lied about his feelings about Bee. He never wanted any harm to come to him nor did he want him dead (anymore).

He explained that he wanted to tell the truth but feared Bee will not accept him or will run away the first chance he gets. He didn't want Bee to leave, and he felt horribly guilty for lying to him.

Bee only remained silent, not ever bothering to look at Shockwave. Shock thought it was over between them... but to his surprise Bee was okay with it- well, "okay" was a bit of an overstatement. He was still very upset about the deception and play-pretend but if Shockwave's feelings were true... maybe he could give him another chance.

Shockwave told him where they were and basics of what he was doing, he told him that he was a loose agent and could do what he wanted so long as he provided some information to the other side. But considering Megatron was absent he was on hiatus majority of the time. Bee insisted to explore the ship so Shockwave showed him around the parts that wouldn't contain leftover sensitive files. He lied about not being on the ship before so Bee wouldn't be suspicious if he tried to block him from going into a certain room... not that it wasn't true, he only been to Nemesis few times and haven't been in half of the rooms.

Bee told him the reason he was here, Shock wasn't surprised he failed to be stealthy. After everything was said and done, Shockwave took Bee to his mini-ship to head back to Steelhaven that was orbiting the earth. Bee felt weird seeing Longarm speak with Sentinel like nothing happened and lie about finding Bee drifting in space. He supposed it was convenient big-chin didn't question why Longarm was in a space shuttle to begin with and just steered the ship back to earth to return the mini to his team.

Everyone was so relieved when they saw Bee- Optimus in particular was stressing out thinking he had send Bee to a certain death, but hearing Sentinel saying that they found him made him ease up.

Bee was lucky to have found out about Shockwave cuz said mech gave him a plan on how to lie about his suddent loss of contact- it wasn't unusual for Bee to lie about what he did but it still felt weird not telling them the truth. For all the knew Bee found Lugnut there and he was punched out of the gravitational field.

It took a bit for Bee to speak with Longarm again; if Shockwave still wanted to date him he must agree to few of his conditions, one of them being that he won't lie to him again. Shockwave was more that happy to know their relationship wasn't lost, even if it meant having to walk on thin ice for a bit.

Idk I can't really put into words how they wouldn't stick together so i wrote them being happy. I would imagine Bee finds Shockwave's frame to be quite sexy. Anyway thank you for the ask!

[cartoon-buffoon]

Saw someone I followed doing this so I might as well also do it praying to all the gods they don't see this and get mad I copied them anyways time for:

TOON BUFFOON'S AUs

(feel free to inquire or ask about ANY part of these AU's as I love talking about them and most if not all of these WILL end up as a fanfiction story and I have plans for all of these)

Misery loves Company

Basic info: Misery loves Company features a version of Euthanasia Rabbit from FNF's Wednesdays' Infidelity and an OC based on that one Felix game over image aka: HET. Both Euthanasia Rabbit and HET have original written lore that is connected for this AU and although Euthanasia Rabbit's story of him losing Ortensia and being in a depression is similar how it happened is more detailed and kinda the main focus of this AU. That and Het and Euthanasia's absolute boiling hatred for each other that kinda gets resolved? Not really? Idk it's complex.

Summary: Oswald and Felix used to be "friends" until one day Felix went off the deep end leading to a conflict that sent both of them spiraling. The only saving grace Oswald has was his wife who one day died. Both donned new names for different reasons, both bitter at the other for the conflict that started everything they one day meet again in a forest where Felix (now named Het) intends to kill Oswald (now named Euthanasia). This doesn't go as planned however and ultimately leads to Het ending up on his 9th and final life. Due to the fight they call a temporary truce but they still absolutely hate each other and do everything in the power to make sure the other dies because they firmly believe the other was responsible for all the misery they faced. From their perspectives at least

Blood & Ink

Basic info: An Epic Mickey AU inspired by Gravity Fall's Weirdmageddon and Infamous Second Son. This AU features Oswald fighting against four powerful creatures called "Terrors" who—unlike Toons who are made of paint and can be dissolved by thinner—Terrors are made of ink and use blood as a power source. The terrors themselves are also famous rubberhose horror characters as I like them and they belong in this AU, the Terrors are specifically: Bendy/The Ink Demon, Trevor Henderson's Cartoon Cat and Cartoon Dog, and Skitzo the 1920s killer bear. There's also the 5th Terror being the only good one who is from Skitzo's cartoons being named "The Little Dog". The way Oswald fights them is with powers he gets and he's gotta solve the mess he made because he awoke the Terrors.

Summary: Wasteland is in ruins, despite everything him and his brother went through that mouse had abandoned Ozzy leaving him to deal with wasteland slowly crumbling. Not wanting his world to vanish or be destroyed he inlisted the mad doc's help in order to temporally escape wasteland and meet with Yen Sid who offers him info of creatures who could save his world. Unfortunately this entire thing goes haywire and Oswald is brutally killed by the Terrors he woke up only to be brought back, this time with new powers as a result of his paint getting combined with ink. Oswald now must get a hold of his powers as he tries to stop the sadistic creatures who took over his world in such a short time while also struggling with the mouse who popped back in.

Toon & The murder toon trio

Basic info: Personal OC insert AU featuring my OC Toon who is an amorphous blob of ink who takes on the appearance of a crappily made cartoon character because he finds it appealing. While exploring the area he woke up in he awakes the murder toon trio which is the Cartoon Cat, Cartoon Dog, and Skitzo. This AU is more or less a hectic slice of life thing where Toon tries to maintain a sense of normalcy whilst the three constantly try to drag him along to perform "pranks" or just murder people.

Summary: there is no real summary for this, Toon just gets bullied a lot by the three however the three actually do hold some affinity for him. Due to Toon awaking them the murder toons cannot stray too far away from him and Toon can regenerate so they can't kill him so their all kinda stuck together. They build a weird sorta bond of friendship and relying on each other, heck there's also a sort of love drama going on because Toon is a moron who falls for Skitzo and the Cartoon Dog desperately tries to tell him not to date someone named straight up "Skitzo".

[stripedtabbycat]

gravity falls thoughts of the week: i've been joking about ford not knowing what's okay or safe to let children do in the past few episodes but that kind of becomes less funny in the show in "dipper and mabel vs. the future", when we see that these missions he's taking dipper along on are actually putting this kid in danger. sure he manages to survive and get them out of the danger but it's kind of concerning that ford's takeaway from this is "see, you can handle it!" and not "maybe i shouldn't invite this 12-going-on-13-year-old to be my apprentice in highly dangerous field research"

but dipper, of course, doesn't realize this because he's a kid getting to do cool stuff with an adult who respects his intelligence and doesn't treat him like a kid, even though that's the problem. this final string of episodes does a good job highlighting the theme of dipper wanting to grow up too fast and mabel wanting to stay a kid forever and how neither of those are realistic approaches, even though most of the time this isn't a show terribly concerned with realism.

(kind of wild to me thinking about it now that there were a lot of fans at the time who genuinely thought dipper was giving up a great opportunity by choosing not to take ford up on his apprenticeship offer by the end. i guess that's the difference between watching kids' shows when you're closer to the age of the main characters and watching them when you're a lot older than the characters. on most shows i wouldn't worry too much over questions like "are these kids who go on fun adventures that appeal to the target demographic who like to imagine getting to do cool things Literal Child Soldiers?" but here the point clearly is that kids shouldn't have a full-time job instead of going to school and having a normal childhood and adolescence, and also more broadly that the adult in this situation is projecting his own issues onto the kids and does not actually know what's best for them. idk i think it's pretty obvious!)

on mabel's side of (not) coping with things, there's a lot to say about mabeland and what it represents. when i first watched this i was a little disappointed that they didn't make the inside of the bubble a perfect recreation of gravity falls with mabel living out her endless summer by pretending nothing's changed, complete with eerie fake replicas of her friends and family, and instead went full fantasy land...but i did ultimately like where they ended up going with it. i like the implication that mabel doesn't actually have fake versions of the other characters there because she's waiting for the real ones to show up so they can be together (or at least that's my headcanon. dippy fresh might count but he's just the "backup" there to agree with mabel when the real dipper inevitably goes against her plans.) i like that bill isn't too concerned about the others getting inside the bubble because it's designed to keep you trapped there by giving you whatever you want, plus it's an obvious "safe" place in the middle of all the chaos outside. i should probably make a separate post for this because i realized while thinking about this episode that i have a lot of thoughts on mabeland and how the bubble works. (originally the title for part 2 was going to be "escape from mabeland" but the crew thought it was too spoilery or would set up a different expectation from the fans, so it became "escape from reality" instead. which is technically the opposite of what the original title meant but it's still accurate because that's what mabeland is! she's trying to escape from reality!)

final thoughts were that a lot of people thought the conflicts were resolved too quickly in these last few episodes but i'm forgiving of it because they are working with limited time for these episodes here and it is still a kids' show. also the long hiatuses between episodes kind of messed with the fandom's sense of time back when they were first airing. i feel like there was so much fanart of the characters becoming hardened post-apocalyptic warriors during this era but the actual apocalypse in the show's time lasts for like, a week. maybe less.

anyway, watching the finale tonight and then i'll reread my copy of journal 3, and finally read the lost legends comics which just came in from the library, and then hopefully get on the long waitlist for the book of bill, aaaaaand then i'll be done and can go back to watching shows that aren't for kids. well i'll do that after running through over the garden wall one last time, it is the tenth anniversary after all.

[fabuloustrash05]

Yesterday I just realized something- I might have a hard time explaining this but- do ya'll ever think about Sal and Mona and what could have happened to them if the turtles didn't go back to the past in s4? The stuff we saw happen in the space arc was all apart of the past. It didn't happen in the present day or something. Meaning that 6 months before the events of season 3's finale, there was the salamander and tricerations fight and you get it. However, then you remember war in dimension X. Mona and Sal were trapped and held in a cell. Now this has got me wondering. What happened originally to them afterwords? Did they possibly get experimented on? Did they die? Did they save themselves and escape? What would have happened if the Raph and Mikey weren't there to save them? I just realized that something different could have possibly happened to Sal and Mona. And if they genuinely maybe died originally, then that would be pretty dark and disturbing. But something interesting to think about honestly. Idk if anybody understood this or nah

You just opened up a whole can of worms so get ready….

I have a very old TMNT 2012 theory that Mona Lisa was supposed to die in that war between the Triceratons that the Turtles interrupted by crashing their two ships.

The reason I say the theory with only Mona and not her and Sal is because every time we see Mona in an episode, she nearly dies and then Raph (or sometimes someone else) saves her.

The Moons of Thalos 3 — Almost killed by ice dragons and later almost dies from lack of oxygen and heat

War for Dimension X — Almost falls to her death (but again DX’s logic of gravity makes 0 sense)

The Evil of Dregg — Scorpinoid sting

When Worlds Collide is the only one where Mona doesn’t have a near death experience (to my memory)

I forget the name of what this term is called but it’s basically like in the game Life is Strange (spoilers) where the main characters friend Chloe throughout the game keeps ending up in near death experiences that you have to save her from, to which you end up finding out at the end that the universe needs her dead because the universe knows she was originally supposed to die in the beginning of the game.

Now, playing with the “Mona was supposed to die” theory, I got a story idea I don’t think I ever shared. Renet comes by to visits the Turtles and is shocked to see Mona among them. She freaks out, asking why she’s here and alive. Everyone is confused, including Mona and Raph, and Renet reveals the truth, Mona was not supposed to live and her and Raph were never supposed to happened, but because Raph kept saving her (preventing her death) history is at risk.

I feel the whole story would be Renet being forced to do her job (she doesn’t want to but she has to) and have Mona killed so history can be back on track and there can be balance, but Raph is doing every thing he can to protect Mona and the history he made with her.

[dear-happypills]

the Schwarzschild radius

is the radius of an object with mass that has to be compressed for it to become a black hole. its the measure of distance between the singularity and the event horizon.

anyting greater than the radius won't fall in,...

no matter how big or small.

could be a peanut floating in space. could be an entire planet.

but anything less than the schwarzschild radius will...

... fall in

..

.

...into the singularity.

you see,

the schwarzschild radius... its like a tipping point.

its the radius at which the escape velocity from the gravitational pull of an object equals the speed of light.

when everything, and anything, has to fall into the cascading space at the speed of light.

pretty cool huh??

so naturally i wonder what my schwarzschild radius is, (you know, because im going to dip the fuckoutta here one day...)

and it turns out that the average human's schwarzschild radius is around 1.04×10^−25 meters.

That's like... 1 millionth .... times another millionth, times another millionth, and another millionth... of 1.04 of a meter.

and in millimeters ... it's still 1.04×10^−22 millimeters.

and in micro meters... it's still 1.04 × 10-19 micrometers.

TO GIVE YOU A SENSE.

10 micrometers............. is the size of a cell.

it's like... i have to be the radius of ...

a cell, of a cell, of a cell... ... to finally collapse towards the singularity.

ANYWAYS.....

....

it just makes me wonder though....

why do i feel like im collapsing towards the singulairty, when im ... actually SOOO much bigger than my schwarzschild radius...???

...

why???

idk....

...

.

at .... at some point, events in my life were like me venturing into the event horizon, only to find out that i could never escape it.

i fell in.

and kept falling.. and falling... as does one who.... might be depressed/

like... my depression, its.... ..it is like an escape velocity that traps even light...

but when people see me like im sprinting towards the "singularity", i find it strange that they tell me dont go there; like its a place i shouldnt venture.

i disagree.

for one, im falling... its the space.... that carries me. and two, the singularity isnt a place.. its ... its a moment. a moment in time...

the moment of an end. an end to all time.

and when you think about this... its kinda batshit crazy... I MEAN.... to think how there ACTUALLY IS an end to all time.... happening now. right now. in space. even though... ............. ... .time... it goes on, and continues outside beyond the schwarzschild radius.

there is a moment where time ends... simultaneous to time flowing...

...

.

..

it is all.............

now.

.

i guess what im trying to say is that....... any object in this universe has a schwarzschild radius, and in theory, has the potential to collapse into the end of all time. myself included.

i dwell on this alot. and many days i feel like... im compressed by the burdens, the weariness, the gravity of this world.

and in those moments...

i am.

in the moment of my end... ...of all time.

a moment when i look back onto the impassable chasm from which i crossed. the moments beyond the schwarzschild radius. through the event horizon.

onto the life that brought me to the singularity...

and its....

.

.

quite beautiful.

.

messy, undeserving, and foolish.

but nevertheless quite...

suprisingly, beautiful.

so... beautiful that... i ... i know of divinity. from the moment of my beginning to the moment of my end, and beyond.

.that beautiful

- happypills

[theowlsarequeer]

So Dana said on a stream that it's too late for a full Season 3 of The Owl House (there are going to be three 44-minute episodes instead of the 20-ish the crew had in mind,) probably because the crew has already started working on the episodes and scheduling and stuff. However, it's not yet too late for us to possibly get a season 4 and beyond. The Owl House is an amazing show with off the charts animation, lovable and relatable characters, and A+ representation, and it deserves more than what Disney is giving it.

So many people of different ages love it (I watch it with my siblings and it's our favorite show and there's a significant age gap between me and the youngest,) and the cast and crew have obviously poured their heart and souls into every episode and it shows, so it would be incredibly sad to see it get only 2 and a half seasons.

On a slightly different note, I have heard some stuff on Twitter about some kind of graphic novel based on TOH, kind of like we got with Gravity Falls. I'll let you know if I hear anything about that.

So, what can we do to get more seasons? It's pretty similar to what we were doing before when we wanted a full season 3, except now that we're 5 episodes into Season 2, we have a little more information as to what's working and what's not.

Snail Mail is still the most effective way to persuade Disney to extend a show. This is partially because people who send letters are slightly more likely to be adults, aka people who can pay for a Disney channel/Disney+ subscription, but also because the amount of letters they get is tiny compared to the amount of notifications they get on social media. The address you send these to is: Disney TVA, 811 Sonora Ave., Glendale, California, USA. For people who can't send letters, someone might be willing to mail letters for you. I only found one person and they stopped doing it before I could submit, but if I find someone else I'll definitely tell you. If you know anyone, drop the link in the notes! Another important note: I've heard that Disney will throw out letters they classify as "hate mail," aka anything accusatory, and while I don't know how accurate this is, we probably shouldn't take chances. Explain how much the show means to you/your friends or family, say that it's a wonderful show, talk about your favorite parts, and maybe throw in some fanart if you're an artist! Also mention the queer representation if you can, because that's the part Disney was most against doing, and if they can see that people think positively of it (aka they can get money from it) they'll likely allow more, either in The Owl House or future projects.

Every time we get a new episode, the show trends to a certain extent on Tumblr, Twitter, or both. Disney execs see this. Keep posting! I might try to organize a trend event like with Infinity Train in between seasons 2 and 3 if that's something people would be interested in.

Stream the show on Disney+. I know we hate supporting the mouse, but if you have access to a Disney+ account this is absolutely one of the best ways to support the show. Season 1 recently became available in Canada, and I heard something about it becoming available in Columbia a few months ago. The first five episodes of season 2 will be available in the US on Disney+ starting July 21. (Separate Tides, Escaping Expulsion, Echoes of the Past, Keeping Up A-Fear-Ances, and Through the Looking Glass Ruins.

Petitions only go so far, but it takes 2 seconds and can't hurt. Here's 2 I've signed, feel free to add more if you know more: Petition for The Owl House Season 4 and Petition I've been spreading for awhile now

Create content! Fanart, fanfics, animatics, et cetera. This helps us trend and gives us less artistically talented fans some much-needed content. I'm considering giving 1 TOH-focused artist a week a special boost in addition to my regular art/fic reblogs but idk if my platform's quite big enough for that.

If you have Twitter, consider giving some crew members a follow. Infinity Train creator Owen Dennis has said that networks will often look at a creator's follower count before greenlighting their show, to see how much support the show would get. The crew is also filled with some very cool people who post very cool things.

Animated TV shows are the most popular they've been in a long time among teen and adult audiences, and TOH has a pretty big fanbase. I believe we can harness that power for good and get some more of the show we all love. I'll be updating whenever I get more information, and feel free to drop any petitions, information, et cetera in the notes. I'll make a separate post later to boost content creators. In the meantime, hoot hoot, let's get a Season 4.

[retrievablememories]

gravity | taemin (m)

title: gravity pairing: taemin x gn reader genre: angst, smut, fwb request: Hi! Slipping another request for your growing request list 😅. If you're down to write it -- can we have a Taemin fic about someone he can't help being drawn back to every time he's in their city. Idk if you know the song 'Gravity' by Brent Faiyaz but, 100% that kind of vibe. 100% down for it to be smutty word count: 3.4k warnings: long-distance angstiness, oral sex (including face fucking), mirror sex, dirty talk, unprotected sex (do not 🙅🏿‍♀️🙅🏿‍♀️), creampie, hand on the throat but no choking, fuckboy taemin? a/n: Taemin’s gone off to the service and left me with an infant to raise by myself so here’s a fic i guess 😢😢😢😢😢😢 i made the reader gender neutral because the requester used “their” pronouns/didn’t specify gender, but anon if you want something different you can let me know recommended songs: gravity + brent faiyaz | strings + taemin | everytime + ariana grande

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i’d get you what you want, but you want me alone

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His name and picture appear on your phone one evening without forewarning, and despite yourself, it makes your breath catch. You count the beats in your head before allowing yourself to pick up the call, not wanting to seem more eager than necessary. You would’ve picked it up halfway before the first ring finished, if you were a little less shameless.

It feels like every nerve in your body has come online from a deep sleep when he speaks your name.

“How have you been doing?” he asks, his voice a casual lilt.

“I’m fine. Life is...life. I’m doing okay. What about you?”

“Busy,” he says, which you expected. He always is. “There’s never not something to do.” There’s hesitation in Taemin’s voice when he speaks again—maybe something akin to longing—and the syllables of his words drag out longer than they need to. “You know, I’m back in town. Just on some business, but...”

You pause, and even though you’ve physically hesitated, your heart begins leaping like it’s trying to escape your chest. “You are?”

“Yes, I won’t be here for very long, but…” His voice trails off like there’s a silent part within that he expects you to fill in. Indeed, you’ve both been doing this long enough to know how that sentence ends.

“But you want to see me,” you finish for him. You smirk at that, knowing him probably better than he knows himself. A surge of discontent stirs in your chest, though, which you are unable to fully tune out.

Taemin makes a noise like he’s stretching out, and you imagine him lying back on his bed. He’s likely already been put up in a hotel, the same one he always stays at when he comes to your city. “Good guess.” He laughs sneakily, like you’ve just spilled something no one was supposed to know, and you snort. “Did you miss me? We haven’t met in so long.”

You sigh, feeling like you’re walking into a trap. Taemin’s need for affection, especially fully vocalized affection, has always seemed a bit like a setup, even if he wasn’t entirely aware of it. A way to expose your growing feelings for him without you even realizing what you’d done. “I think you know the answer to that one. Clearly, I don’t need to ask if you’ve missed me.”

He laughs. For a moment you wish you were on FaceTime instead, so you could see the smile stretching itself out on his pretty, plush lips.

“I always end up missing you...everything about you, like the faces you make when I’m between your thighs, or how you always get so tight around me…” His voice is lower now, more breathy, a promise and a tease all at the same time.

You swallow nervously at those words, blood already rushing to your lower body. “Tae…”

Taemin moans softly in answer to you calling his name, and it makes you die a little on the inside. “I can’t wait to come inside you, mark you as mine again.” Before you can think to respond to that, he says, “...But we should save all that for when we see each other, hm?” And he giggles again. If you were not so infatuated with him, you might reach through the phone to strangle him.

“God, Taemin...you wear me out.”

“Don’t I always?”

—

Later that week, Taemin shows up at your place with his overnight bag in tow, just as you’d expected. And food.

“Oh, you brought sustenance,” you say, raising your eyebrows at the bag of food in his hands.

“Yes, duh. Although you like to claim otherwise, I’m not such a pervert that I don’t know how to wine and dine you before getting what I want.” You roll your eyes at that, letting him come past the threshold.

“Okay, Tae. Whatever you say.” You pinch a strand of his black-and-white hair, and it slips from your fingers as he walks past you. “Nice weave. Whose idea was it this time?”

Taemin cuts his eyes at you. “You should be thanking me for giving you something to pull on.”

You cover your mouth to hide your laughter, shaking your head. “Ah, Lee Taemin. Such a gracious lover.”

Before you can even think about getting to the main event, you both spend a few hours just catching up on things, eating the food he’d brought, and acting way too much like a couple for your sanity. You wonder if he feels the same way about this behavior deep down, but you aren’t going to venture down that road by asking him. Not yet.

After you are done eating, it doesn’t take long to fall into bed and into the same pattern you’ve established with each other. Taemin has pulled his hair back into a small ponytail at the back of his head, because he thinks you’ll find it hotter—always such a glutton for your attention—and you are exasperated because he’s right. Taemin reads the sudden interest in your gaze, and his lips curve in a knowing and devious smile before pulling you into his grasp.

“I was wanting this for so damn long,” he says to you with his lips against your neck. He corners you in the hallway, his body pressing against your own as he plants one hand on your lower back and brings your hips close enough that even a single breath couldn’t get between you.

“You say that every time,” you sigh, tilting your head and allowing him more space to brush his lips over your skin.

“Because it’s true.” You don’t know how you eventually get to your bedroom, because Taemin seems intent on peeling all your clothes off in the middle of the hallway. Your shirt is missing and your pants are already unbuttoned by the time you reach the bed, and Taemin’s own shirt is lying in the doorway of your room. The peony tattoo on his hip is almost fully displayed now, blooming darkly against his skin and disappearing partway beneath the waistband of his skinny jeans.

Taemin climbs onto the bed to join you and kisses you deeply, your chests pressed together and his hips rocking fluidly against your own, his growing erection pressing deliciously into you and making you arch your hips into him. You spend so long simply kissing that you feel like an overexcited college student making out with your crush for the first time again, and you distantly wonder why he’s spending more time on this than he usually would.

Eventually, he parts from your lips and makes it his personal mission to kiss every inch of your body he can, making his way from your neck to the top of your jeans.

He kisses you through your underwear before sliding it off you, taking his time with this movement, and puts his silky wet mouth on you. You tremble underneath him as his tongue sweeps over you, and you dip your hands down into that hair—which is admittedly just as fun to pull on as he’d predicted. 

The strands become fully unleashed from their former neat little ponytail by the time Taemin has you coming and spilling over his tongue and fingers. When he finishes, he pulls back from you—licking his lips all the while—and runs a hand through the loose hair, pretending to sigh in annoyance and casting a look to the abandoned hair tie on the floor.

“Ah, babe...you never appreciate my hard work.”

“Taemin...shut up.”

Despite his complaint, he doesn’t bother with tying it back up again. After he’s peeled his pants and underwear off with your help, he gets onto the bed and kneels above you, legs balanced on either side of your shoulders. You put your tongue out for him to slide his length across, but he only teases you for a few moments by tapping the tip against your tongue. Nothing but a sticky trail of precum is left between his tip and your tongue; you try to beg him for more with your eyes alone. Taemin meets your pleading gaze with his own wicked eyes, but he only smiles vaguely and keeps up his teasing game, rubbing the head of his dick across your lips and smearing his precum over your mouth like gloss.

Finally, he decides he’s done with denying you and feeds his dick to you inch by inch. He gives a rough moan when he pulls out and pushes back in, savoring the way your mouth tightens around him. 

Taemin places his hands on the bed and slowly thrusts his hips, fucking your mouth like he often likes to do, his thighs flexing with the motions. He does this until sweat beads on his forehead, sliding his member between your lips and reveling in the dirty wet sounds it creates, and he laughs when he sees your hand clumsily slide further down between your legs. 

“Does having your throat fucked turn you on this much?” he murmurs. “Can’t even help yourself ‘cause you’re in love with my dick. Shameless.” You cannot respond to his mocking, but his words make you even more aroused than before. Despite Taemin’s teasing of you, his own face and neck are flushing with heat, and his cock throbs as the familiar sensation of nearing the edge creeps up on him. With much reluctance, he pulls himself out of your mouth, leaving strings of your spit clinging to his shaft. 

“Thank you for getting me nice and wet, baby.” He shuffles himself further down your body, kissing you on the lips once before settling himself between your legs and pulling your thighs around his slim hips. His cock nudges wet and hard against your inner thigh, and you gasp when he pushes into you, the stretch pleasant after so long of being empty of him.

Taemin wastes no time with rocking into you, setting a smooth rhythm that both of you are intimately familiar with. Taemin keeps one hand on your hip while the other holds your face, his thumb edging into your mouth. You curve your lips around this thumb, scraping your teeth against it and lapping your tongue across it just like you do on his dick. You take great pleasure in the way he twitches inside you, his grip on your waist tightening and his thrusts coming a bit faster.

He looks at you with burning eyes as he circles his hips into you. Pieces of his hair stick to his neck from the sweat, and his plump lips part with the marvel of having you spread out beneath him. He replaces his thumb with his lips yet again, dipping his tongue into your mouth and biting your bottom lip until it threatens to bleed.

Liquid heat radiates through your lower body as Taemin’s shaft keeps dragging in and out of you, and your legs weaken around his waist as you get closer to reaching your end. Before you can be pushed to the top of that shining zenith of pleasure, though, Taemin abruptly pulls out of you.

“No,” you whine breathlessly. That is the only sound your vocal chords can currently push out, though you’d like to throw a slew of curse words at him. He only smiles at your soft complaint and lowers his head for a second to kiss your kneebone, a fleeting but tender touch.

Without forewarning, Taemin shifts you over on the bed so you’re both positioned in front of the full-length mirror leaning against your wall. Pulling your head back, he brings your face up so you can see the both of you reflected in the mirror—Taemin’s hand coaxingly pressing your back into an arch, his hair hanging damp over his shoulders. Then he pushes back into you, sliding to the hilt in one easy motion, and you almost bite your lip before realizing it’s still hurting from Taemin’s insistent biting.

To your own eyes you already look exhausted, all fucked out and simply taking Taemin’s thrusts as he gives them. Taemin’s had the right idea, though, because you can’t take your eyes away from the vision of him behind you. You watch as all his muscles flex while he pushes into you, his eyes hotly meeting yours in the mirror, and his lips twitch up into a grin.

“What a beautiful sight,” he sighs, and he’s barely even breathless even with all the sweat decorating his skin. Exactly what fucking a professional dancer will get you—nothing but stamina and hips.

You grip the sheets as you stare back at Taemin as he fucks you, feeling a little exposed but ultimately captivated by it. The hand that was in your hair slides lower and around to your collarbone, coming to rest at the base of your throat. Taemin keeps his hand there to feel your throat jump underneath his fingers as you swallow harshly and gasp in response to his thrusts.

Taemin gives a shuddering groan when you tighten more around him, and he pushes forward a little deeper, the tip of his cock hitting your spot just right. Your head drops momentarily as you cry out, and you think your knees might turn to jelly beneath you. “Oh, yes. There? There.” Taemin murmurs this all in quick succession as he adjusts himself to find that perfect angle again and keeps rutting into it, one hand tight on your hip and the other still at your throat—now coming up to cup your chin and pull your face back up towards the mirror.

“Min,” escapes from your lips, though it’s a choppy sound. If you wanted to say anything else, you wouldn’t even be able to.

“Poor baby, you can’t even form words. Is it that fucking good? Tell me.” Taemin entices you to meet his gaze in the mirror again, squeezing his hand on your jaw and pressing his thumb against your lips like he’ll slip it back in once more. It takes you a moment of heavy breaths and clumsy not-quite-coherent sounds to respond.

“G-good,” you mutter against his hand. “Fuck me, oh my God—”

You come around Taemin with a small shout. He gives you a bit of reprieve and lets you hang your head back down—because right now your whole body feels like it wants to collapse with the muscle-weakening wave of pleasure that’s overtaken you. More little clipped sounds and pleas leap from your throat as Taemin fucks you through it, dangerously close to losing himself, too.

He keels over you with a gasping moan when he comes, his dick throbbing inside you while he spills so much cum that some of it drips back out. His heated breaths spread across your skin as he leans over you, bracing his arms on either side of your body and thrusting his hips just a little more to ride out the last of his climax.

Finally, you allow your body to slump forward, and Taemin slides out of you as you do, causing another messy trail of his cum to drip from you. His hand glides over your back, and he makes a noise that you could only describe as fully satisfied. “My favorite view.”

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You and Taemin lie next to each other, your right arm nudging his left, his fingers playing over the back of your hand and making it tickle from the gentle touches. When the pillowtalk starts fading, you decide to bring up the one thing that’s been wearing on your mind since Taemin first called.

“Taemin...are we going to do this every time you pop into the city for a few days? A week?” You ask this quietly while Taemin traces long, winding lines over your forearm.

The motion of his fingers stop, and he looks carefully at the side of your face as you lie next to him. “Do you not like our little meetings anymore?” His tone is joking, but there’s an air of sadness to it not far behind.

“I didn’t say all that, but…” You pause. “We only ever get a few moments together. A day or two. Stealing hours to spend together, working on borrowed time...it’s not my idea of the perfect...arrangement.” You hesitate before saying arrangement, unsure how to describe this odd, magnetic connection you both have without making it deeper than it really is. A stiff silence hangs in the air, waiting to be broken by either of you.

Because you’re not sure—no, you definitely know that what you and Taemin have can’t really be called a relationship. What do you have?

“You’re always gone because of your work, and...that’s fine, I know how hard you work and you like always having something to do, but…” You want to say something like, I don’t want you to go. I don’t want to be away from you all the damn time. Those words have too much weight of responsibility behind them, however. They have the power to change things in a way you aren’t sure you want them to change—or that you’re still too afraid of.

“...And you miss me? More than just the sex, I mean.” Taemin’s voice is still a touch playful, though that quality is quickly dwindling away. His eyes fill with some emotion that’s more thoughtful and more saddened than just a few minutes ago. He is not quite ready for this conversation to turn to a depressing note, but he figures there’s no avoiding it this time.

“You always ask questions you already have answers to, Taemin.”

Taemin sighs. “I know it must be unfair to you...but I can’t stay away from you.” He hesitates, and the space between his eyebrows creases. “I think about you a lot more than I maybe should. I like your conversation and your company...even all the ridiculous jokes you make. But...”

You grit your teeth, clenching your fingers together and listening to Taemin’s words. “‘But…’? What are you trying to say?”

“I don’t want to keep you waiting around for me,” he answers softly. “If we were together, you’d always just be waiting for the next time to see me.”

“I already do that,” you grumble, feeling irritated and misunderstood.

“But—if we...it would be different—”

“You’d feel worse about leaving your partner behind rather than someone you just fuck, I guess?”

Taemin lets out a heavy breath and closes his eyes. “Don’t make me sound like such an asshole.”

“I haven’t made you sound like anything, or made you do anything,” you say bitterly, keeping your eyes on the ceiling as you speak. “It’s you, after all, who always feels the need to tell me when you’re back in town. I don’t ask after you, Taemin.” Because I would only ever ask for something you can’t seem to give me.

“So I’ll ask again. Do you not want to do this anymore?”

This man is possibly too dense for your nerves to withstand. And even though it would probably be better for you to say yes, to end this for your own good—and his own, even if he doesn’t realize it just yet—you don’t want this to stop. Being needed by him, even for something as simple as sex and as complicated as emotions that neither of you quite know how to confront, is something you don’t want to give up. Even if it gives you very little in return.

“That’s the wrong question to ask.” You sit up, letting the sheets pool around your waist. Taemin follows you, pressing his chest to your back as he slides his arms around your stomach, and you lower your head, wishing you weren’t so vulnerable to his advances. Taemin presses his mouth to your shoulder in an apologetic touch, and the feel of his lips makes something fall apart inside you.

“I’m sorry,” he murmurs. Sorry I can’t be there for you like you want me to be, maybe. You don’t know what he’s apologizing for, and you don’t care to ask at the moment.

You turn to face him. “Just stop. I don’t want to think about it anymore.” Then you push him back onto the bed, straddling him with both legs on either side of his waist. “Just. Stop. Talking.”

And so Taemin wordlessly lets you reignite the flame, working yourselves up into a mishmash of hands and mouths and bodies again, leaving so many words unsaid between the two of you.

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with breathless lips, you paint my name with sorrow countless times this night

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[lilyisatiger]

Gideon’s Deal Speculation

I’m thinking abt something about Gravity Falls and it has to do with the later half of season 2 so I’m putting it under a cut. Idk if it makes sense so please bear with me lol

So in the end of “The Stanchurian Candidate” Gideon makes a deal with Bill for his escape. That deal is mentioned in “The Last Mabelcorn” when Bill says he has been “chatting with old friends” (the henchmaniacs and/or Gideon, because of the previous episode) for the “big day” (the rift globe breaking). And the first part of “Weirdamaggeddon” confirms that Gideon made a deal involving his escape and the event.

To be frankly honest I was always confused about what kinda deal Gideon made. It seems like the deal was “I’ll let you set forth the apocalypse while you bust me out”, but Gideon was not heavily involved in the events that led to the rift breaking.

Maybe Gideon offered himself as a vessel willingly to Bill in exchange for his escape, but Bill might have rejected it since Gideon is cooped up in jail. Also since he is an enemy of the Pines it’s not easy for him to sneak into the Shack’s premises. But maybe Bill added “breaking Gideon out” under his (nonexistent) belt since his ultimate plan with a physical form involves unleashing chaos anyways, might as well help an old friend.

Another possible scenario is that Bill might have fully explained his plans to Gideon instead of being vague about it and Gideon offered to become a horseman. And unlike Preston he was successful due to his past connection with him and mutual disdain for the Pines.

But my theory is...

I’m thinking Gideon offered to do anything (the kid might be desperate enough to offer own his father as sacrifice at this point) for Bill as long as he helps him break out. And Bill might have said something in the likes of, “Sure I’ll break you out! Just promise you’ll help me back later, okay? I got a big day coming and I could use some assistance!”

It’s like Gideon’s first deal with Bill in “Dreamscaperers”: “I'll help you with this and in return you can help me with something I've been working on! We'll work out the details later.”

That assistance would be Gideon becoming the guard to Mabel’s bubble prison.

Bill definitely knew about Gideon’s unhealthy obsession with her. Even if Bill manipulated Dipper (the only one Ford entrusted with knowledge about the rift, and was likely another candidate for his pawn) Gideon would still hold him captive since he firmly believed Dipper was “interfering” with his relationship with Mabel. Maybe as a hostage situation he would have used to force Mabel to date him.

(At least that’s my take on this lol.)

[q-gorgeous]

The Unworld

fanfiction

ao3

HI THIS IS A REPOST jnbhgv i originally posted this march 15th, 2018 on ffn but im gonna start going through the painstaking process of posting all my fics on ao3 so were just gonna go in order starting with the first one

idk if i ever posted this on my main blog so

I’ve been drifting around this place for what feels like millenniums. I can’t remember how I ended up here, just that one day I found myself unfortunate enough to be taken here. There’s no light, no ghastly glows from any other creatures. I’ve been here so long I can no longer even tell if I’m still blinking. 

This place has no real feeling to it. Just vast emptiness. It doesn’t really feel like it goes on forever, and it’s not a heavy, overwhelming type of emptiness either. The temperature feels as if it’s at a comfortable point, but I begin to wonder if I’ve just grown used to the climate of this strange place after being here for centuries. My fingertips are still cold though. That’s one thing I remember from my life all that time ago. I could never conquer the cold, no matter how bundled up I was. 

I’ve also begun to notice that my form is no longer the same as when I first arrived here. I feel lighter now than I did then. Sometimes I also feel as if my legs turn into a tail as I float here. I’m not sure why that is, I’ve just come to see it as evolving to my surroundings, becoming my surroundings. I think that might be what happens to other beings who get stuck here. They get eaten and picked at by this place. Because I can’t be the only one who’s had the unfortunate luck to get stuck here, can I?

I also believe that beings trapped here get devoured because I can feel myself becoming wispy, like I’m made out of a flickery material similar to fire. Bits by bits of myself flake off in the flowing rhythm my body has taken on. 

As my train of thought goes in circles on it’s tracks with no end, I realize something that I haven’t tried to do for a long time. 

Move. 

Walk. 

Get around. 

It must’ve been quite a few centuries since I’ve tried to look for a way to escape this dark place. I was still more corporeal then, still knew how to work my limbs. Would I even be able to make it a few steps before growing weary and succumbing to this place once again?

As I think and think and think, I come to the conclusion that nothing would hurt whether I did it or not. I began by trying to take a step forward in front of me but I’m not standing on anything to take a step from. As I lose my balance and begin to wobble, my legs turn into a flickering tail once again and I balance out. I begin to float forward more steadily now, as if my tail is helping to propel me. 

I go on for what could be minutes, hours, or even years until I come across something that feels so alien but oh so familiar at the same time. 

Gravity. 

There’s a weight pulling me towards what I assume is down. At first I just quietly observe what’s happening. But then I hear something that isn’t the ever so slowly shallower and shallower breaths I’ve been taking for centuries. It’s loud and it isn’t something I’ve ever heard before. And then…

I can see. 

There’s a fluorescent green glowing above me. I look at my arms, wispy and shadow like, reflecting the green light. 

My escape is above me. The opposite way that I’m floating.

I begin to propel myself upwards, trying to fight the ever increasing feeling of gravity as it pushes harder and harder against me. Soon I’m clawing myself up, fingers gripping a wall, it bends against my fingers and it’s the most wonderful thing I can ever remember feeling. Something beneath my fingers. 

As I make my way up I begin to wonder how I know this is an escape. Who knows whether or not this place is controlled by some other powerful being, or if this is just the last stage before my existence is finally wiped away. I just know that I need to pull myself over this wall and into this light. 

Pulling myself over the wall is excruciatingly painful and tiring. I haven’t used my muscles for anything except breathing in centuries. At one point, I lost my hold and almost fell from the wall but I managed to keep my grip and keep climbing up. 

As I finally pull myself up over the wall, I look at the green light, triumphant, but I notice that it’s getting smaller and smaller. Disappearing, my last chance. 

Panicking, I dive into the portal, crashing into a solid floor on the other side. 

My senses are immediately overwhelmed. I can feel gravity and the floor crowding in from all around me. I can smell different scents that I can’t recognize, this place smells burnt, caustic, and slightly of a sweet smell that makes my mouth begin to water. The most overwhelming though is sound. So much is happening. I can hear sets of shouts, but I can also hear whirring. The sound of electricity mixes with the sound of someone screaming and through my panicked state on the floor I begin wondering what’s happening around me in this new world I fell into. 

I drag myself up into a sitting position, and gap at the sight before me. A young being falls out of the glowing, fluorescent light that I made my escape through. Had there been someone else in there with me this whole time? Had I not realized it? The screaming has stopped now that the figure with snow white hair exited the portal and collapsed. 

This being does not appear to be human. 

Am I even human anymore?

I begin to creep forward to ask them a question when two teenagers rush past me and collapse next to the second being to escape from the portal. 

Confused, I begin to pull myself towards the creature on the ground. Why couldn’t his friends see me? Am I not visible?

The boy opens his glowing green eyes and looks at the two humans above him.

“Sam? Tucker?” He asks.

I’m flabbergasted. How could he know their names? It is nearly impossible to escape from that place. How could he happen to know these two humans?

They three have a few more exchanges before the boy is standing. He looks around and finds a reflective fixture hanging on the wall. What’s the word for it again? It’s been so long…

As the boy takes a look at his appearance, he begins to shake. He shakes his head back and forth, clearly in a state of panic. 

“N-no, guys how can this be happening? Why do I look like this? Why do I feel so strange? Why-.”

Suddenly he stops speaking, looking at the ground he turns around to face his friends. He looks up, with a shocked expression on his face before he quietly whispers.

“Am I dead?” 

The three look around at each other, at a loss for words in their fear. Soon enough a big rumbling comes from above and the three teens look up. Panic falls across all of their faces. 

A worried voice comes from the entryway to the room.

“Danny, kids, are you okay?”

The one I presume to be Danny, begins to breathe more heavily as his eyes widen. 

“They can’t see me like this. What would I tell them? ‘Your invention works but it killed me’?”

The two try to calm him down but a sudden burst of white light emits around him and engulfs him from his head to his toes. Once it dies down a human boy can be seen standing in his place, with raven black hair and baby blue eyes. 

At that moment his parents rush downstairs and begin coddling him, making sure he’s okay when they see the portal behind him. They wear a shocked expression, but quickly shake their heads and rush their son upstairs. Soon a door can be heard slamming shut and something speeds away. 

My mind is reeling at everything I just witnessed. More than anything I have witnessed in the last few centuries. But that boy didn’t come from inside the portal like I did. 

He’s the reason it turned on. 

I float towards the portal, peering at it but not daring to go inside, lest I get trapped in that dark nothingness once again. 

This changed something about that boy, this isn’t something that should have happened. I’m sure of it. 

I turn to look in the… Mirror! It’s called a mirror. At first I can’t see myself but then I flicker into existence and I can see what I look like for the first time in as long as I can remember. 

It’s not what I was expecting. I appear translucent and wispy, my eyes also a glowing green. I look as if I were a fire so cold it were a shadow. 

I once again look around the room, feeling lost and alone. I’m unsure what to do with my new found freedom, knowing I can’t pick up where I left off. I don’t even know when I left off. 

I make my way up the...stairs. 

I see a burst of orange light coming from outside the house and look through the window. The sun is closing in on the horizon. I try to turn the doorknob but find that my hand passes straight through it instead. Looking at it in shock, I just float straight through the door. 

I sit down on the grass outside, relishing in the cool feeling of it as I wait for the boy to come home. 

I’m unsure on what I should do now, but one thing I think I need to do is stay here and help this boy however I’m meant to. 

Because why else would I have escaped the Unworld? It couldn’t have been a coincidence. 

My memories begin to resurface now that I can interact with anything that isn’t a numbing darkness. I can feel the memories of my capture welling up. 

This...halfa… escaped the wrath of the Unworld and death. 

This halfa got the chance that I did not. I got sucked in by a portal whose calculations were off by a point and while I believe the same being changing experience happened to us both, he got the chance of them being right this time. 

I look back at the house that I’m sitting in front of. As my memories return I realize that I hadn’t actually been in that place for centuries. 

It looks like it hasn’t even been a year. 

Two portal accidents in the time frame of a year. 

I always knew that their sick obsession with ghosts would eventually end up hurting one of us. 

But you’d think that after accidentally letting your only daughter walk right in the middle of an experiment, that they would learn their lesson. Especially after learning she disappeared from it’s effects. 

But now, her little brother was now a victim of their twisted obsession too. 

As I sit in our small patch of grass in front of the house, something happens. A ring of white light spreads up and around me. Holding my hands up, I see that they are my hands. Peachy, solid hands.

I look up to see my family gaping at me from the RV. Tears spring to my eyes and they exit the vehicle and run towards me. 

I’m not sure what happened to Danny and I, but I know that, together, we’ll conquer this challenge.

[that-kidshifts]

So it seems I might be more active here so I’m gonna change a few things up with my intro

Hello! I’m Alcor/Beta, I’m a minor living in eastern America, I am a sophomore in high school. I love shitty fanfic, being a chaotic goblin, and shifting quite a bit. I use he/they pronouns although that is susceptible to change. I’m a dumbass. I’m not open to romantic relationships although friendships are alright(idk why I added that I just felt as if it was needed ahkdhsk) I’m what I like to call a “shiftblr veteran” because it sounds cool and I’ve been here a while. This blog is an absolute dumpster fire but do feel free to follow me. Keep in mind I am part of a mixed origin system that may or may not be endogenic (we aren’t very sure because our origin is super weird.) we don’t accept syscourse, transmeds, people who don’t believe in shifting, or anti kin, or just any asses in general. Don’t be a dick, you’ll get a hard block. I do not support resp*wning or anything among the sorts. If you are someone over 18 who doesn’t want to interact with minors don’t follow me. It’s pretty obvious I’m a minor especially in my earlier posts.

Okay, now we got all the slimy stuff out of the way what about my shifting journey? Well, I started shifting around November 2020 when I first encountered it on Tik Tok, I immediately tried to shift to MHA as one of my ocs, Maggatta, although I didn’t go by that name as I went by Beta. I had a friend at the time who recommended shiftblr to me as a more reliable source and I started up my blog which at the time was called “randomthingsandsuch” and thus, my shiftblr journey began. I came, I didn’t piss in any ball pits and I did not conquer. But I had some good fucking fun doing it. I had really vivid dreams and I’ve shifted very short periods before. Although I’ve never ever truly been able to stay in one place for over a second it’s still be a phenomenal journey. I’ve tried shifting to The Network Series, MHA(semi successful), DSMP, TAU, Gravity Falls, and many more, but I’ve found myself to be more successful with my waiting rooms. So I kept shifting there, and I was pretty successful as I was getting there almost monthly, but only for a second. Then I met one of my closest friends now, (Formerly known as Haven) Omen, and after that I started shifting less and less. I still did it but I was wayyyy happier now than I was before so I didn’t need to shift, it’s a hobby now to me, not a long vacation escape. So that’s where I am now, this blog is an archive sort of but I will try to post occasionally.

Keep in mind I don’t have a computer and mobile sucks so I might not have the best spelling or grammar. Anywho. My new DRs are Gravity Falls, TAU, a god dr, a dr where I’m a demon, and equestria girls(yes I know it’s kinda stupid but it’s really fun imo.) my askbox is always open, my dms are open as well, if you ever need a shoulder to cry on I’m here, and a fun drinking game for my blog would be to take a shot anytime I screw up spelling a word. Enjoy your time here <3

[alexis-medina]

Dissecting: Edens Zero Ch. 127-129

Kleene/Sister/Jinn

Uhhh...I don’t want to be a glass half empty type of person but the ending of Sister saving Kleene just doesn’t feel over...

(Side note: I’m salty because I was typing this long ass paragraph and it got deleted fml) here it goes again if I can remember. It feels too easy that Sister was able to cure Kleene. Like you know a thief plan to steal a gem and they get through all these lasers and sharks on the ground. The famous line, “that was easy, too easy,” then more guards, animals, and booby traps appear. That’s what it kinda felt like to me. It was just too easy for Sister to just hop into Kleene’s memories and erase Drakken’s debt collectors and Müller. That’s why I think it’s not over yet. I still think Kleene will revert back and there will have to be another way to save her. 99% could be wrong and I’m okay with that.

It’s just reading this part and previous chapters. I think he did experiments on Kleene but not just seeing her emotions break down. That’s what I’m getting at. To what extent he performed his experiments not sure because Weisz and Hermit fucked him up so we didn’t hear if his other experiments except trying to mess with Kleene’s emotions and turn Jinn into a cyborg. 

Also, if Sister can go into minds, can she also go into Hermit or Witch’s memories and fix what got erased? I wonder if they’ll ever remember or something stimulates their memories. Maybe, Ziggy will grant their memories if he’s “cured" or turns good again?? Still unsure what will happen. 

If this is the end of Kleene’s emotion issues. I’m happy her and Jinn. Now that she has her emotions, I wonder what Kleene’s personality is now. I mean we did see that she wanted to stay with the Edens Zero crew, offered to help protect in this arc, and loved dressing up. But, now we can finally see what she’s feeling, and maybe we’ll have a more dynamic brother/sister duo. 

IMO SEEING JINN’S FACE!!! PRICELESS!!! I’m glad we got to see him show emotions, too. It’s like they have a fresh start. AWWW I want them to join the crew! I hope they will. Do you think Edens Zero will get new crew members?? I bet Kleene and Jinn will add new energy to the crew. Will Jinn go by Kris now that he doesn’t need to be a mercenary anymore?

Muller/Hermit/Weisz

FUCKING FINALLY!!!! I mean how was this old ass doctor able to escape prison??? He looks like he had a weak ass human body to ever run from the prison guards. But, who knows what happened. I was like “YESSS LAGUNA!! ELECTROCUTE THIS BITCH!” “FUCK HIM UP, WEISZ!!” “PUNCH HIM OUT OF THE AOI COSMOS, MISS HERMIT”

I don’t think this is the last we’ll see of Muller. All Weisz did was destroy his cyborg body and all Hermit did was punch him. His head is probably somewhere and he reattached it to a dead robot’s body. My prediction is that he’ll reappear in an arc with Ziggy. 

HOWEVER...

I guess we’ll have to wait and see. 

Laguna Beach 

Laguna. Laguna. Laguna. I’m still trusting you. I don’t know what his end goal is but I still think he’ll be a good guy in the end. My thinking is that he is an undercover Ocean for Nero. He was sent to spy on Drakken to see his secrets. Then, he was sent new orders after Drakken was taken out to keep an eye on Shiki and Rebecca. Maybe to send information about their powers or any info on Ziggy.

I only think he’s working for Poseidon Nero because his ether is water (Tears Lover) and Nero is the emperor of Beasts and Oceans. Poseidon means God of Sea. Idk makes sense to me lol. Again, we’re making assumptions here on this Tumblr account!! ✨😤

Side note:

This scene reminded me of Fairy Tail--when Gray was cooling down Lucy while she was rewriting Zeref’s E.N.D book.  

Xenolith/Ziggy/Shiki

Xenolith is a fun character and I’m already digging his little pose:

Xenolith talk with Shiki about Ziggy reveals some interesting clues. 

1. “He was a natural. He mastered every move the very day I taught him, as if he had known the techniques all along.” Maybe in another life he did know it. I feel like there’s something there with this anecdote, I need more information on this before making my assumptions on the Xeno/Ziggy relationship. 

2. “That little upstart...teaching my moves all over the cosmoses with no regard for...” Perhaps, Ziggy wasn’t just a teacher for Shiki. Maybe he was teaching other robots or human’s gravity ether? Maybe Shura? 

3. “He has fallen into the dark gravity but, I hope you won’t fall into the dark side.” I mean no explanation needed, we can obviously tell Ziggy is not the person we saw in the beginning of the manga. But, what we don’t know is what changed. Is it because of his gravity ether? Is that a con of having gravity as your ether? I mean we saw in one of Rebecca’s dream that Shiki was like a totally different person: not friendly, blunt, and stern personality. I think we can assume that that might happen in the future or it happened in the past. Maybe Shiki might potentially fall into the dark side of gravity and he needs his friends to save him. 

I’m excited to see what favor Xenolith has for Shiki. Though, seeing Xenolith’s personality...I bet it’s like a dumb task and Shiki thinks it’s something big and important. Watch it be like, “I need you collect all these rare fruits from each other these planets.” Then, Shiki sets off to find these rare fruits and all Xenolith wanted was a smoothie. But, then he’ll tell Shiki about his life and training flashbacks with Ziggy as a smol robot. 

Ships

I’m a fan of ships, sue me. 

Current favs: Creed x Homura (still don’t know their ship name) and Justice x Elsie <3 

Friendship to couple or just friends: Hermit x Weisz

[willowistic22]

Cardigan - Belmerttons

Ship: Belmerttons

Genre: Angst if this is how you angst lol

Song: Cardigan - Taylor Swift 

A/N: So I’ve been meaning to get into doing songfics for awhile now and I finally found time to do it yeyyyy. in celebration of Taylor’s newest album I wrote my first songfic to one of  my favorite songs on the album!! It’s always me projecting my inner swiftie lol. give the song a listen it’s sooooo good. Idk how frequent i’ll be writing these songfics but just know i want to dabble in a little bit of songfics so I hope y’all like it! (it’s my first one so critiques are much appreciated!)

Vintage tee, brand new phone

High heels on cobblestones

That night, Buttons was finally brave enough to wear his high heels out in public. The club he went to was full of life. Flashing lights in every corner of the room, music blasting like it’s the end of the world, various looking people dancing to the beat.

Buttons found refuge by the bar to order a drink for himself to sink in his loneliness. Despite the club being packed with people, he doesn’t know anyone.

But that’s where Buttons found him. Leaning his back on the bar top. In a yellow vintage t-shirt that says ‘Santa Cruz, California’ in blue. He dragged his eyes to meet the face. The right amount of freckles sprinkled across his cheeks as it spreads out when he smiles. White teeth gleaming under the light the disco ball provided. Jet black hair going absolutely wild like the scene around them.

God was that stranger attractive. And he might’ve caught Buttons starring.

Dancin’ in your Levi’s

Drunk under a streetlight

He presented himself to Buttons as ‘Elmer’. He was charming and smooth for the most part. Pulled the right strings in Buttons to give him butterflies. But Buttons can tell he might be a little tipsy from the way that he’s slightly swaying for no reason.

One thing led to another and Buttons founds himself walking out of the bar with Elmer. Manhattan’s nightlife is something he’s used to, since he has lived here all his life. But he has someone to share it with now. All of a sudden, the moon seems to shine a little brighter and the stars twinkling undecipherable signals to Buttons.

Buttons laughed at the stupid antics the alcohol made Elmer do. They’ve just met, but Buttons can tell he isn’t the best dancer ever. Elmer swung his body while holding onto the streetlight while trying to sing the lyrics to the very loud song the club provided, with a little stain on his jeans from the liquid he accidentally spilled. It made Buttons erupt into laughter.

They’ve only had one simple conversation but Buttons can tell getting to know this boy is going to be one wild adventure he can’t wait to embark.

Hand under my sweatshirt

Baby, kiss it better

And it was. For two full months, they’ve spent their days together. Elmer made Buttons’ day to day life so much better. Every little thing they did was like a new adventure. Whether it’d be going out for pizza to as little as sneakily putting a hand under his sweatshirt in broad daylight. Maybe it’s too soon to tell but Buttons could almost say it’s love.

Luckily, he hadn’t said it. When Buttons really thought this was all too good to be true, it was.

They’re in each other’s arms, in the middle of Buttons’ apartment. Swaying slowly to soft music they put on to fill in the void. Buttons rests his head slightly into the curve of Elmer’s neck, and Elmer’s sitting on Buttons’ fluffy brown hair.

Previous nights they did this, it was full of life. Now that reality has finally came around the block, they sway in each other’s warmth to the inevitable heartbreak they’d have to go through in the morning.

Chase two girls, lose the one

Elmer isn’t an official New York resident. He lives in Poland with the rest of his family. The kid who’s known to do the right thing only because that’s what his older siblings has been doing their whole life. And the right thing for him is to go with his family’s advice to propose to his long-time lady friend since his 25th birthday is coming up and he hasn’t found a special someone yet.

But he doesn’t love that girl. Not in that way at least. When Buttons found out about the truth, he was in pieces. Sobbing in his bedroom all alone that Elmer had kept that really important information from him.

When you are young, they assume you know nothing

Buttons’ should’ve put his guard up when his heart said it was all too good to be true. Elmer is a gentleman, that part was true. He was out of Buttons’ league. Did everything Buttons could ever ask for when he’s searching for someone to share his love with. But Elmer was never his to keep or lose.

Elmer wanted nothing more than to go back in time and make everything right. From preventing Buttons to sob his heart out from thinking how dumb and naïve he was. And Elmer couldn’t do anything more than just be on the other side of the door, listening to each teardrop Buttons’ received from the devil they’ve created within their made up heaven.

But I knew you

“Why didn’t you told me?” Buttons had asked once he finally picked himself up. He opened the door to see water streaks on Elmer’s cheeks, much like his own.

“I wanted to… I-I swear on my life…” Elmer chocked out, sniffling his stuffy nose. It was hard for him to form a proper sentence with the sobs threatening to escape his lips, “I just… couldn’t find the strength to… accept that I could lose you…”

He really thought he knew who Elmer was. But it turns out he was still the same stranger Buttons met at the club.

What had made the situation even worse, Buttons didn’t have the strength to slam the door at his face. He was to weak to hate him. He couldn’t if he tried. He continued to sob his puffy red eyes out as he embrace Elmer in a hug. Elmer couldn’t stop his own tears from sinking into the sadness.

He let Button’s tears leave a mark on the hoodie he had worn that day. Hoping the marks would stay there forever to remind him the best thing in his whole life he had lost.

Playing hide-and-seek and

Giving me your weekends

And it was unfair for both parties. Elmer found that ‘something’ he’s been searching for his whole life. Giving his all to Buttons.

Elmer gave Buttons a new meaning to simple weekends. Glued to the bed till 11 AM, entangling in each other’s limbs under the covers, skipping breakfast to turn it into heavy lunch dates. Sometimes one ends up dragging the other outside to get some sun. Other times, they stay in with their pyjamas on.

He also reminded Buttons what it’s like to interpret the famous ‘young, wild, and free’ quote. Elmer had ran around Central Park like a child one night. Buttons ended up following his little game of hide and seek after seeing nothing would make him stop. Forgetting their whole point of walking Buttons back to his place after their sixth dinner date.

And it was on that cold and dark night that he finally found out what it meant to stargaze. Buttons had finally caught up to Elmer, fully crashing on his chest when he turned around unexpectedly. Elmer caught him in his arms before gravity did. He held him up with breathless smiles decorating their faces. They were locked in an intense gaze and felt their breath do the same.

Elmer raised a hand to rest it on Buttons’ cheek. If the soft touch didn’t give Buttons goosebumps, the words Elmer whispered after will.

“Ca-can I kiss you?”

Your heartbeat on the High Line

Once in twenty lifetimes

Buttons never even thought their Manhattan adventures could get any better. But it seems that Elmer knows how to make all the black and white colors in life full of color.

Something as small as focusing on Elmer’s heartbeat as he lays his head on his chest while sitting on Buttons’ couch could make him feel this way. Safer than being under the covers at night when 7 year old Buttons had a fear of monsters in the closet. Warmer than the hot chocolates he orders when he goes to Starbucks. Feeling confident that everything in his life has lead up to meeting Elmer.

And when I felt like I was an old cardigan

Under someone’s bed

You put me on and said I was your favorite

For the first time in his life, he found out what being loved really felt like.

It felt like Elmer’s hugs was warmer than winter jackets. It felt like Elmer’s finger that had traced any inch of skin on Buttons was softer than a newborns blanket. It felt like all the bright colors on Time Square’s billboards were nothing compared to what Buttons sees when he kisses Elmer with his eyes shut.

To kiss in cars and downtown bars

Was all we needed

And their love, or whatever it is they have, was each interpreted differently. But it still comes down to how sweet it was.

It was sweet to Buttons for Elmer to be laughing in the middle of their kiss as they head home with a cab after wearing their legs off from roaming around Manhattan. They made sure to give a huge tip to the driver for needing to put up with their honeymoon stage.

“Is he going to be okay after going through that car ride with us?” Buttons asked, still smiling as they make their way into Buttons’ apartment building after exiting the cab.

“I gave him a $20 dollar tip for needing to endure all of that. He’ll be fine!” Elmer replied, to which Buttons countered it with a giggle.

And Elmer thought it was sweet to him when he successfully got Buttons to go to a bar and endure his tipsy antics after his second drink. It’s not that he gets totally hammered, but Elmer does starts to get a little lost after two drinks of scotch.

Buttons had to hold Elmer’s arm the whole way back or else he might trip and fall. It was a sight to behold when Elmer did manage to trip and fall on his own footsteps.

You drew stars around my scars

But now I’m bleeding

“You could still stay”

“You know that’s not possible”

“Then make it possible”

“Buttons—”

“You don’t even wanna go back there”

“I can’t—”

“You lied to me for nearly two months!” Buttons lifted his head from the warmth of Elmer’s shoulder, making the two stop from swaying to the background song, “I’m sure you can make up another lie to tell your family”

It broke Elmer’s heart to hear something like that come out of Buttons. Voice cracking a little from the sob he held back, but the anger still visible. And slowly, he starts to bleed out invisible liquid out of his eyes. It isn’t the conventional blood you’d get from a nasty cut. Because it was worse.

Buttons sobs quietly as he stares up into Elmer’s eyes that’s starting to bleed as well.

Elmer grabs Buttons cheeks with both hands. He wipes away the tear streaks with his thumbs and sniffles out, “I’m sorry. But I can’t”

Steppin’ on the last train

Marked me like a bloodstain

The next day arrive a little too quick. The day Elmer leaves for Poland. It’s a long-shot for him to return because his Manhattan trip alone costed more than an arm and leg.

Buttons isn’t sure how Elmer managed to convinced Buttons to take him to the airport. And now that they’re standing in front of the entrance, Buttons regrets it a little. Because no one should be saying a proper goodbye to the person that broke their heart. No one should be crying over that person exiting their life. Buttons knows better, yet, he can’t help it.

“I gotta go—”

“I know” Buttons cuts him off. No trace of warmth or longing in it. Just plain cold words.

Elmer just stands in front of him, not moving one inch of his muscle other than the ones on his face. His expression changes after getting the message of how hurt Buttons really is. But who is there to blame other than himself.

I knew you

Tried to change the ending

Peter losing Wendy

“Buttons…” Elmer called out with his breath. The crowded airport fades away around them as Elmer drops his hands holding his passport and plane ticket. He looks at the shorter boy, desperately trying to look for the same look he saw in his eyes when they were still having those adventures around the city together. The hope, the adoration, the excitement. Anything that dismisses his coldness Elmer is receiving. 

“I know you’d stay if you can. But you can’t” Buttons replied so Elmer wouldn’t waste his breath on something Buttons already knows.

They stayed quiet for a moment. Buttons looks down to his worn down sneakers to ignore the visible pain behind Elmer’s black misty eyes.

“If I were to ever come back…” Elmer started out with a crack in his voice, “…would you want to see me?”

Buttons furiously wiped an eye with the over-sized jumper he’s wearing and looks up to meet Elmer’s eyes, “I-isn’t there a flight you’re suppose to catch?”

That answers Elmer’s question pretty quick. His heart shattered even more. With a hopeless breath, Elmer turns around with his luggage but stops halfway to face Buttons once more before finally disappearing to the crowd, “Take care, Buttons…”

And when you are young, they assume you know nothing

Buttons should have never opened his heart so easily to the stranger he met in the club. He wouldn’t be in the back of the cab from the airport just to say goodbye to Elmer. The heartbreak he’s enduring is all his own fault. He holds back tears threatening to trickle down his cheeks again.

How could I’ve been so stupid? He thought to himself, looking out the window. The view of the city goes back to being the dull city he’s always lived in. Nothing is exciting about Manhattan anymore. Benjamin Davenport, you deserve this for being such a fucking naive idiot.

But I knew you’d linger like a tattoo kiss

I knew you’d haunt all of my what-ifs

Once Buttons shuts his apartment door, he sinks down the floor with the door against his back. He tucks his knees closer to his chest, grabbing it for dear life as he sobs harder than before. The air turns into all sorts of misty with every drop of water rolls down his cheeks.

That same misty air didn’t change for the coming of long and dreadful days ahead of him. Where he now has to spend them without having a partner to conquer the city. The skin Elmer has placed a kiss is somehow screaming for more attention. And his brain constantly rewinds the ‘what-if’ Elmer had asked before he left for his flight.

If I were to ever come back would you want to see me?

Oh, God, what if he really will come back? What would Buttons do?

The smell of smoke would hang around this long

Days turns to weeks. Weeks turns to a full month. Every possession Buttons owns that Elmer has touched haunts him till this day. It’s unfortunate to Buttons because he let Elmer touch every aspect in his life.

But there’s this part in Buttons that tells him to hold on. Hold on to that huge hoodie Elmer had let him use at night when it got too cold. In this one particular night, Buttons let’s the weeping sky decide whether he’s going to listen or not.

He let’s his weakness gets the best of him and grabs the gray hoodie from his closet, slipping it on in one swift move. Buttons hasn’t washed it since the day Elmer left it there. Buttons takes in the smell as he drops his weight back on his couch again. Sweet and fruity. He even picked up a little scent of Scotch from the soft interior. There were more he sort of picked up, but couldn’t pinpoint what it was. But that’s the smell of Elmer.

‘Cause I knew everything when I was young

I knew I’d curse you for the longest time

Chasin’ shadows in the grocery line

The feeling of longing is still there. And that ‘what-if’ was still looming in the back of his mind.

Buttons hates him. He hates Elmer for bringing in hope when he knows it’s going to be ripped away from his hands sooner or later. He hates Elmer for showing him a world only the two of them can see. Buttons hates the cruel act of receiving so many things from him like they’d be something special, only for Elmer to retract it all.

But secretly, he wishes Elmer really would come back. Part of him wants to call him up and check on him. But another part of him wishes for Buttons to get over that guy. It took so much time to get to where Buttons is at right now. Sure, there’s still that sorrow feeling in his stomach but he let’s the sky sob for him ever since he stopped his eyes from doing so.

Elmer had made up his mind to leave. So Buttons should just drop it. There’s no point in trying to chase someone who isn’t waiting to be caught. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t want to. The coldness of his living room makes him miss Elmer’s warm hugs. But he stays strong because he knows that ‘what-if’ is only a dream.

Or so he thought…

I knew you’d miss me once the thrill expired

And you’d be standin’ in my front porch light

And I knew you’d come back to me

A faint knocking on the door brought Buttons back to his apartment from his mind concentrating on the sound of the rain. He cocks his head towards the sound, a little surprise upon hearing it since he isn’t expecting anyone to come.

He reluctantly gets up from the comfort of his couch, dragging his feet across the cold hardwood floor. He opens the door to reveal a figure all too familiar.

Buttons’ eyes widen up to the same eyes he fell in love with. He froze in place to see the presence of the tall boy with the same wild hair he wore on the first night they met.

“I…” Elmer started out, shifting his hands out of the pocket of his jacket to reach out. But he retracts his hand mid action, figuring out it might be inappropriate to do it now.

The air between them shifted. A mixture of everything they’re feeling all at once as they hover between Buttons’ apartment and the gloomy hallway. They speak through their frozen posture, saying everything and nothing all at once without a verbal word being exchanged until Elmer broke the silence first.

“I hope you can forgive me”

[esa-marie]

So I've worked out some more base details for the crossover AU I've been rambling about. I have also decided that im not gonna do a comic or story for that, cuz im focusing on schooling right now and plus I have a long ways to go to develop my art where I would be comfortable sharing it in a format like that.

Some details of the AU:

-Bill is still around. He was sent back to the dreamscape. He has lost all of his allies so he has to build a reputation and stuff all over again.

-It plays off of the SU/Gf AU, in which, after Steven Universe Future, during his travel around he picks up a job at the mystery shack, and dipper doesn't know what the fuck is going on with steven, where he's from, why he turns pink, etc.

-Melody works at the mystery shack, and Soos is 'Mr. Mystery'.

- It is the following summer of the end of gravity falls.

-Stan bros are back in town for their niece and nephew, because dipper and Mabel wanted to go back but couldn't without family there.

-Danny is in gravity falls because the ecto-exodus alarm went off. Rather than centering on amity park, its centering around gravity falls

-Phantom planet did not happen in this AU.

-This is where we get into more of the lore.

-The reason for this, and this might change, idk yet, but Bill has had it with this dimension. There are plenty of others that he could try to exploit. But he won't leave without a 'farewell.' He kinda wants to destroy this dimension. There are plenty of underlying reasons( like the fact that he made his home dimension unliveable ), but the main is he wants to see earth, and their entire dimension, suffer.

-Now Bill cannot escape the weirdness force field thingy. And there is no way he can got it out of Ford, but guess what can pass through that field?Ghosts.

-So basically Bill is working on gathering ghosts to destroy earth and shiz.

-That surge of ghosts showing up in falls alerts danny. Sam and tucker stay at amity to protect it, even though all ghosts seem to have... Disappeared.

-Danny goes to GF to investigate. This arouses suspicion( weird teen who is jumpy and clumsy shows up, ghost monsters appear, and so does he when ghost appears???? ) .

-Gravity falls has seen weirder so it doesn't stir many people but dipper is adamant about solving this mystery.

-tucker and Sam visit at one point? But they're mainly in amity

I'm still working on having steven be more involved, other than him-working-there-and-trying-to-keep-his-messed-up trauma-from-the-people-around-him-but-Bill-knows-everything.

Also!! This AU can be combined with others( Trans!Danny AU, for example). Free reign.

If y'all have any questions or have any ideas send them to my ask box or reblog this with some additions. I'm doodling some ideas as well.