#im very happy with out mabel turned out

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happy birthday you three

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Driftingstars and dreamcaptor fusion au thing! This takes place right after mabel falls through the portal ig dk what im doing lmaooo

(Dreamcaptor au belongs to @neonross )

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im curious, why do you like fiddlestan?

i like them in theory (all the pain potential, jeez!) but i feel like i'm missing something very obvious

Oh boy, you’re about to open pandoras box with this one -

I’ve liked fiddlestan for a LONG time, almost a decade now, (EXHIBIT A!!!), and honestly, I’ll admit that the ship is mostly based on speculation. So maybe you’re not missing something obvious, maybe I’m just delusional. I can’t speak for everyone, all I can do is explain why I like it: because it’s deeply rooted in several layers of irony. 

It’s ironic because fiddleford spent the better part of a YEAR dealing with fords nonsense. (And I KNOW, it’s not all bad, but really, especially if you read journal 3, that poor man was put through a LOT. He was definitely taken advantage of, at LEAST a little.) And after grappling with the acceptance that your longtime friend and unrequited love will never return your feelings, having lost the man to some crazy otherworldly nightmare machine, who shows up?? But his TWIN BROTHER who’s HUMBLE and KIND and TEN TIMES MORE DOWN TO EARTH?? It’s ironic, because they don’t know each other, yet they both have years of history with the same person who’s wronged them, and, they can make out about it!! THEY CAN FUCK TO SPITE HIM!! Stan stole his brothers name (and committed multiple crimes under said name), stole his house, and stole his research partner!! And… it's ironic because it’s Grunkle Stan and old man Mcgucket. That needs no elaboration.

(these are all my personal takes/headcanons! Like I said, this ship is based solely on interpretation, so I’m sure a lot of fiddlestanners like fiddauthor too. There’s like a billion different ways to interpret this ship.)

Also -

Their personalities are surprisingly similar when you stop and think about it!! You put those two in the same room, and they’d come up with some highly devilish scams together. They both have moral codes that are a little… ambiguous. And… I can’t believe I’m gonna pull this out as *canon fiddlestan documentation* but these are the kind of crumbs we’re working with here: MABELS DREAM IN THE SOCK OPERA CREDITS!!!! Although it’s not something that actually happened, and it’s just a reference to statler and waldorf, they are IN CHARACTER!! I think this is how they would actually act together if they were friends!! Just two old dudes, hanging out together watching tv, making fun of whatever they’re watching. If you’re in the room, you might get roasted too. Just a couple of old farts. It makes me so happy to think about. 

No fiddlestan rundown post would be complete without the fandoms EXTREME STRAW GRASP at Old Goldie and the Flame Retardant Raccoon. Soos calls mcgucket a “prospector guy,” amongst the other obvious comparisons you can make between fiddleford and goldie. Goldie is something stan used to like a long time ago, but he’s all old and fucked up now, best to throw him away and forget about it. BUT, as it turns out, there’s still good in that old thing after all. SO LETS GET MARRIED IN VEGAS!!!! It’s an extreme stretch, but… It’s a fiddlestan trope that they, at some point, have a crazy night of fun+romance in vegas together.  And I personally like to think that they return when they’re older+happy and tie the knot for reals. The raccoon speaks for itself - it’s one of the ways you can compare stan to a raccoon. And of course, mcgucket's raccoon wife. 

This is where it starts to get a little angsty, and if you “get all the pain potential” then you may have already given this some thought - but why does stan treat fiddleford the way he does if they used to love each other? The whole “UGH, this guy” comment in land before swine, looking all uncomfortable around him in fight fighters, choosing the spot furthest from where mcgucket lotions himself at the pool, and the “possum breath” comment in the last episode (and fiddleford actually has the mental clarity to look perturbed after he says it). Stan is hurt!!! He’s upset!! If they used to be a Thing after the portal incident, something must have happened between them for fiddlefords mental illness to get the better of him, and for him to choose to erase both stan and ford from his memories. I, personally, think that it was deep rooted internal homophobia (being raised in the south, that runs deep), and being scared for getting too close to stan. They were getting too comfortable, and that scared him. What about his family? And tate? His son can never meet stan. He can never let his wife know. And all the paranormal fuckery incidents leading up to this that already weakened his mental state, the portal incident, already having zapped his brain a few times, would have sent him over the edge. So I’m thinking they would have gotten into a fight of some kind, and fiddleford would have stormed off. Thus leaving stan having to live in a town with the person he USED to love, who doesn’t remember him at all!!! What!!!!! That sucks!!!! Only upside to fiddlefords memory erasure is that it makes it easier for stan to pretend nothing ever happened. But it’s still not easy. Also, if word ever got out that old man mcgucket used to be his boyfriend, he would never be able to live it down. So he compensates by being an ass towards him. Fuck. 

But then!! If fiddleford has the chance to heal!!! (say… maybe… when the twins are on the stan o war II) then stan would come back to gravity falls and see fiddleford looking like the person he knew thirty years ago!!!! WHAT!?!?! CAN’T RUN FROM YOUR PAST FOREVER, CAN YOU!?!?! And you KNOW fiddleford would remember what happened with stan. How long can stan keep himself in denial?? And now we’re opening up the can of worms: how the FUCK does this information reach ford?? That your brother used to canoodle with your research partner and might STILL BE?? That has so much potential too. 

Ok I wasn’t expecting to write those last two paragraphs but it’s A BIG PART OF WHY I LOVE FIDDLESTAN!!! It’s a crazy fucking rollercoaster ride!!! This thing has so many angles!!! And that’s just MY fiddlestan interpretation - I’ve seen a lot of different takes on the sort of story that would transpire between these two. But no matter what you’re cooking, It’s always a LOT. 

There’s probably so so much I didn’t touch on here. If anyone else wants to throw in their two cents as to why they like fiddlestan, please, add something!!!

[spaloonbabooguuscooties]

You could drink your whole life away and still never get that taste out of your mouth.

half commission for @salempie half completely self indulgent dreck pieced together from our insane conversations abt franke and elka. told myself id finally write a big explanation for all of the dum shit between these two for context so Thats Under The Cut.

so I already wrote some stuff about elka and franke's relationship back in whispering rock so feel free to look at that too . it goes over elkas blindness/‘seeing’ with clairvoyance and how her and franke started talking & all that good stuff

SO FOR STARTERS. a lot of thsi wont make sense without a big breakdown of elka herself. because elkas potential as a character is like insane to me. like just the idea of her in the long run of her life reads as something so potentially tragic; a young girl whos plagued with visions of doom and destined to be an outcast even in her own home for things she cant control and clings to the One vision of her wedding that she thinks is 'happy' even despite the fact she doesnt really love the person in it. im choosing to take the li-po doc as canon here because its funny shes the only one with backstory-

but my fucking god even the smallest look into what her parents are like is soo fucked up to me. and i do think elka especially gets a lot of influence from her mother; its funny how easily you can fit mabel doom into a box just from what elka says about her. knees deep in an avon-esque pyramid scheme and leaning into her daughters depressing ass visions & taking her to therapy at age 11 (which would be good if not for the kind of person you can already assume she is & so i doubt the therapist she has really does her any good. i think they share one). she reads as a very I Am My Daughters Best Friend type of mom to me and i can see elka being a centerpiece of the conversation when she has her Amway Girls over for drinks. wine-mom that lets her kid sip from the glass so she can feel like a big girl type deal.

and you can tell that elka is trying to hard to be too mature for her age even in her campster posts. how she writes letters to nils' mom and exchanges baking recipes with her and that feels like she really only interacts with middle aged women and not really many people her own age outside of camp (like her moms friends). which makes sense shed feel the need to ‘grow up’ early when shes probably had to process so many hard things at a young age bc of her visions.

theres a lot of filling the blanks here of course.

elka obsesses over nils to an overbearing degree even despite the fact he treats her like shit ('you promised no talking' and so on) and she treats him bad right back. she leans onto stereotypical heterosexual ideals like taking care of him and overblowing how Manly and Protective JT is and she admires romance stories like pride and prejudice and it feels like she Projects Soooooooo much of what she wants onto boys she barely feels anything for without knowing what its actually supposed to feel like. and clearly she WANTS that ideal future, a happy marriage, an actual romance- but according to nils even when they were dating she ignored him most of the time, which just seems Very Telling

like shes filling a role, overcompensating for emotions and lacktherof she cant digest quite yet, and it only makes more sense when you know shes had visions of their future together. how could that be bad for her? shouldnt it be like the books and movies? but she doesnt really connect the fact that her visions are only for Doomed futures, and if she does she certainly doesnt show it. Doomed relationships. it's been a part of her family for generations and she isn't turning out much different, is she? i dont think she even realizes thats all she ever sees yet, just that its Going to happen. that it's Her future, and it always will be

and like, her only reference for a real marriage so far has been her own parents, and she already Knows they have an affair, and theyre doomed to split, (and i actually like to think they were in rough waters anyway and elka was a child meant to mend a crumbling marriage but thats a whole other thing) and so without a framework for what an actual healthy relationship is supposed to be like she cant really grasp that her relationship with nils Isnt that and isnt ever going to be. she can only cling to this one happy idea of the future, and thats why she keeps chasing him, self fulfilling the actuality of her situation and creating and fostering the unhappy life they will inevitably live together.

and that bleeds into everything else in her life, of course, because as the years go on, as the visions grow in number it just makes sense for her to fall into the predictability of her life. she always knows whats going to happen, her visions are Never wrong- so why try to change things? shes had time to process tragedies days, weeks, months, years before they happen, shes had time to settle into every crack of her life. her parents divorce, her various break ups, her future with the psychonauts.

“and she's already seen so much of a future with [nils] she feels trapped almost. Like she has to be happy in it or else it just means her life is miserable. And it's a mixture of pride and fear of the unknown that keeps her clinging to the One thing she knows. BUT LIKE!!! She knows what's gonna happen! It's easier to grieve when she's been grieving for years... She wants so badly to be happy, But to do that she has to step into the unfamiliar. And that's more terrifying than staying the same miserable person she's always been.”

and thats where franke comes in— and yeah you Do have to take a lot of liberties for frankes character since it’s basically, like, all the info for her is just that shes a Supreme Baby Dyke but thats enough for me. i think she has protective butch itch in her . on campster shes defensive over other women evidenced in the way she keeps watch over the girls cabins for lili when elton is pursuing her . but shes also eager to please and constantly trying to make kitty laugh and also Very naive. but she tries! and i think it only solidifies more as she gets Older and really gets a hold of her feelings & her powers. this is incredibly franke to me

and i think as they grow older together— because i think franke and elka Do stay friends, both because elka is just pathetic and needs that positive connection even if she doesnt realize it and because i think franke is a very Loyal person & annoyingly persistent if you let her be . and i am also a kitty/franke truther. because kittys also important in this web we weave

because i think franke and kitty stay together after camp, to a point— theres a falling out facilitated on kittys end and they break up, but reconnect, and franke kind of... saves kitty from herself a little, from her strict military father whos love only extends thru finances , from her own stifling future , she drives all the way to bakersville in her shitty van handmedowned from her dad and they move in together eventually . they get jobs at the motherlobe , because it’s a pipeline to a decent job, because it’s whats easy, because franke doesn’t really have a future, because she’s never really been good at much, because shes never had much sense, because franke doesnt really care as long as she can live and help, sometimes, if she can, and because kitty’s there, and because elka’s there, and shes so used to being elkas eyes now and shes good at it. shes good at being the muscle of the missions when her colleagues lack it, when hypnosis and predictions arent enough. she likes it that way.

and elka appreciates frankes company. she listens, shes sweet, she does little things for her that no ones ever really put the effort for before; she likes her. franke is strong and bold and makes her laugh and shes always there but god elka cant let go of that future, of that box shes put herself in, that her mothers put her in, of being a Good Wife to a Loving Husband, of getting married normally and falling into unfailing familiarity. thats all shes ever wanted and shes not going to jeopardize that . not for franke, who may not be a boy but is handsome like one, whos always held her after every break up with nils and the men that filled empty days inbetween.

and elka is too stubborn to recognize those feelings anyway. too prideful to accept a way out. too set in her cycle no matter how much she hates it, her little self fulfilling tragedy of her own making, wallowing in her own doom. she struggles for control of her own life when she feels like every choice has been made for her anyway, she puts up her walls and carefully constructs what people see. but franke was always harder to trick, because while empathy isnt a particularly useful psychic power it’s certainly an inconvenient one. all franke has to do is get too close and all those carefully crafted walls fall apart, and elkas control is gone, and thats all she really has. and she tries to distance herself, really she does, but franke is also too persistent. and elka wears gloves, keeps contact that would make her walls crumble from happening as best as she can, but she cant really keep herself from the brief moments where she feels like someone actually fucking cares about her.

and that slightest lack of control, the need to wrestle it back is why she proposes to nils the next time theres a falling out— she knows how it happens, she plans every detail. and he accepts, despite everything. gets her a cheap ring and it feels like lead on her finger and its nothing at all like how shed thought it to be when she was a kid, theres no feather light feeling in her chest, only that dreadful reality that she cant turn this back. BUT WHAT CAN U DO LMAO

elka doesnt tell franke about this engagement until later, on their way back from a mission. late at night when neither of them can sleep, and franke invites elka to smoke in her van, because its been so long since theyve been alone like that, because elkas been so strangely absent lately. and because of everything, because frankes always so damn nice, because elka hates the feel of the ring on her finger, because she let herself get high alone with franke fucking athens whos always been so good at pulling her apart— the truth of it all spills out and its messy and emotional and she hates it, she hates the life shes made for herself, but franke makes it easier to bare and now shes here and shes so close and god she wishes she could see her smile again, she wishes she could see franke, thats all she needs right now and she cant but she can touch her and she can hold her and for tonight, she can be known, she can let those walls crumble, she can be something else just for once here with franke . she can kiss her here in this van, touch that happiness for just a moment, and forget the future that waits for her outside of it. franke begs her to forget the wedding, to just let herself be happy— and god, she wants to, but it means turning her back on everything shes known and everything shes saw to be inevitable, and franke has never been in her future, so if it were supposed to work out why hadnt she seen it and she cant, she cant take that risk but she can have this, even if its temporary, she can have it.

and just as soon as she gets a taste of it, its gone. after that night, after the missions over and theyre back at the motherlobe and have to pretend like nothing happened (franke doesnt, of course she tells kitty about it, she tells kitty about everything.) but that brief moment together haunts elka every time she sees franke, sees herself through frankes eyes, sees herself in her wedding dress because god its all franke can think about! of course it is! she knows how much elkas destroying herself she knows how much misery shes wallowing in that kiss in the van felt like an emotional punch to the teeth and she hasnt ever forgotten it and all she can do is sit and watch while elka throws herself into a loveless marriage. she can come to her wedding and see the way the bride and groom kiss with the emotional weight of a wet towel no matter how hard elka tries to hide it under a pretty dress and bouquets of flowers and meticulous planning.

and elka resents nils but she cant really hate him, its not his fault, not really. he feels trapped just like she does and his feelings of misery only cycle back into hers . they fight and gnash and wear away at each other and its a relationship thats crashed and burned a million times before elka even said i do. and its inevitable that she falls into her mothers habits, a sip of wine here and there to loosen up, until it turns to a glass, until it falls into a bottle on nights when whatever work nils does runs late.

but franke’s still there. shes always been there, hasn’t she? always trying to play knight, always trying to save her, dragging her home when shes stumbling over herself because god who else is going to do it but her? who else is left to care? certainly not nils. never nils. because franke knows her. because franke pities her. shes always pitied her. shes always known. and elka hates it, she resents it, but god in the same breath she’s desperate for it, she envies it to her very bones. elka is a mess but after frankes done with her she has someone to go back to that loves her. and god what elka wouldnt do to have that. to take it and keep it for herself because shes never ever got to have that movie romance shes always wanted.

so now comes this.

because elkas particularly miserable and particularly spiteful and she needs to get franke to understand, just for a moment, drink with her and get on her level and she needs her there with her no matter how her pity makes her feel. no matter how much it makes her shake with anger and envy and desperation, but god the way franke looks at her, the way she still tries to salvage what they have, the soft, slurred way she tells her that it’s okay but its not okay, none of this is okay, it never has been and she just wants franke to shut up and see that, and if she cant then she’ll show her, she’ll show her all the raw angry desperation, with too much teeth and hands that claw and grab and she’ll know why everyones always said she’s too much.

and she knows this puts her on nils’ level too. that this makes her a cheater, that shes no better than he is now. no better than her father and his affair. but god, she wants to be selfish. she wants to be in control. just for once. she wants to feel right and she wants to feel happy and she wants to feel loved. thats all shes ever wanted. and franke will let her have that, just for a little while, at the very least.

anyway. sorry. sorry for being crazy . this isnt even getting into the shit after the comic takes place . elkas stupid brainworld thag she has to overcome in order to finally be allowed in the polycule and live happily ever as worlds first lesbian divorceman

sorry for all the shit i make up instead of caring about actual characters with screentime . bye !

[rookfeatherrambles]

So many ideas. Dumping them here for a pinned comment to keep track. When these have AO3 links, I'll list them here The Angel that Cries Ink (Jmart, Jonelias) Jon has been locked under the Magnus Institute for 200 years, waiting for one person. Martin Blackwood. IN PROGRESS)

Bound by Spider's Thread (Jmart, time travel, somewhat fix it, No sex, Annabelle asks Martin to kill a bitch for her in exchange for saving Jon's life somewhere else) WIP)

The Beast in your Heart (La bete dans coeur) Jonelias, Eventual jmart, Hunt!Jon, Kai!jon. Jon finds out about the watcher's crown ritual and chooses the nuclear option. To throw himself at another fear. He is subsequently transformed, and elias is not nice to jon when he finds out what he's done. Dead dove, very dark, very smutty WIP)

Chiaroscuro (Jmart, timsasha, Artist/Muse au. Jon is a infamous artist who paints the most captivating art but has remained out of the spotlight. A medical diagnosis makes him decide to retire, but he's going to do one final piece. Enter Martin, and Jon's inevitable falling in love with his final muse, no sex, ace jon (WIP

Under skies and sea (Vast Jon. No sjhip. Jon is becoming a sea bird. this is problematic for many reasons) WIP)

Sable Island AU (Jmart, Foggyskies, Jon is a low profile environmental researcher that takes a job on a remote island studying seabirds. He starts to become one, and chronicals his journey. Then Martin, the sun of Peter Lukas, one of two men that are wagering over Jon's life, crashes the supply boat onto the island. They reflect on life, and death (WIP

The Storm Singer : (Jmart, Jonpeter, Foggyskies) Jon is the last siren in the bay and he's sworn to destroy the man who ruined his life. Peter is the fisherman turned monster hunter that massacred Jon's people. He wants Jon dead because he killed his wife. Martin and Simon are also there and they are in love! (not with eachother) Sirens and Sailors! Smutty (WIP

The Lonely Bride: Jonpeter forced marriage. Martin refused to run away with jon in s4 and Peter offered him an alternative way out. Dark, exactly what it says on the tin. smutty (WIP

The Hunter's Stag (Jonpeter, fantasy au. Faerie au.) Jon is a magic white stag that was cursed by a faerie king, to run until he's caught and killed. Peter is the hunter that doesn't want to do that. They become friends. And then more. (WIP

Wintergreen AU: (noship. Jon is 8, has a boat, and is going to america. he gets caught in bad weather and picked up by the Tundra. Now there's a child on board his ship and Peter Lukas doesn't know what to do with him. Silly, lighthearted fun i guess. WIP)

I'm not your Protagonist (I'm not even my own): Jmart, Jonelias) Jon wakes up somewhere else and realizes he's not happy. He does his best to figure out why. (EVERYONE HAS TRAUMA AND GETS THERAPY FIC) WIP)

YEOMYTIM (Your eyes on mine, your Teeth in me _Jondaisy, WIP)

The Hearthwitch's Cat (Jmart, Fantasy) Jon is a powerful arch mage that learns a terrible secret and for his safety, becomes a cat. Martin is the hearthwitch he chooses to adopt as his owner. Fluffy, romance, silly fantasy shenanigans (WIP

The red strings of fate (Can go fuck themselves) Jonelias, eugenics au) Jon is someone who never ever wanted to have a partner, but the system matches him to some bastard name Elias Bouchard. Jon's only way out of having children (legally) is to be a holy terror of a wife. Shenanigans ensue. Smutty, fluffy, light hearted i guess. Elias is not evil and Jon is ace spec WIP)

Non TMA stuff:

Dawn of Shadows (Wip, fantasy)

Everyone loves Fucked Up Houses :) (wip, horror)

That weird creepypasta thing, (wip, horror romance)

A real War (wip, Everymanhybrid)

Mabel vs the Grim Reaper (wip, Gravity Falls)

Grimoire Falls (horror fantasy, gravity falls au)

If I think of more of these, I will add them!

ALSO IF YOU ARE CURIOUS, SEND ME AN ASK ABOUT WHAT YOU WANT TO LEARN MORE ABOUT! Seriously yell at me about my ideas please im desperate :))

EDITED 3/29/24

[vryfmi]

talk shop tuesday!!! it's no secret that I'm very fond of your lockwood & co character designs (especially skull my beloved), so I was wondering if there's any other media that you've created designs for that you're particularly proud of? or if not completely original designs, then are there any extra headcanons/details you like to add to other non-l&co characters when you draw them?

yes, i admit, im too deep into l&co, i almost never draw something that isn't l&co but i do! sometimes!

i think whenever i set to draw character designs that are not based of real people i trap myself with slight redesign/interpretation work because of difference in artstyles.

im still really proud of calamity trio redesign for Amphibia Minibang project and think that girls turned out rather neat!

the idea here was to continue Blair's approach in realism in creation of language barrier between girls and Amphibia's inhabitants. since narrative is about them overcoming this barrier, learning language and culture, living there for months, visually it would've been reflected in their outfits. plus i was aching to redesign Anne, how is she wearing her school uniform all this time (months!) when Sasha and Marcy get to wear cool new stuff ALL THE TIME??

anyhow, headcanons! i like making triangle-Sasha, circle-Anne and rectangle-Marcy and play with their features to make them a bit more distinguished.

[id: three line-art headshots of Sasha, Anne and Marcy from Amphibia. Sasha has sharp features and a suspicios look, Anne is much softer and she's smiling, Marcy has a longer face with wider chin, she is slightly smiling./end id]

and on a more recent note, ive been slipping back into Gravity Falls, it's almost as if there's new content that made me excited or something? yeah, so older mystery twins have been on my mind for some time now along with a certain character dynamics that i think could be cool (scientific approach Dipper vs witchcraft Mabel (they are two sides of the same coin really))

[id: pencil sketch of aged up Dipper and Mabel. Mabel is leaning on her brother and showing something on her phone with a smile, Dipper is looking with a slight concerned smile. he's wearing glasses and a simple t-shirt. Mabel is wearing two tops on top of each other and a lot of mismatched jewlery./end id]

[melonminnie]

HI HI ‼️<3

can i pls request an oscar x female reader where all oscar family loves her ,

it can be kinda of part two of mabel's past life friend request

so she could have been oscar's playmate so the empress [mabel mother] loved her and always loved to spoil her and play dolls with her [reader couldn't quite understand the concept of dolls and thought it was a waste of time but she loved the empress so she played with her either way] while esteban got attached to her with time and saw her as his daughter so like the empress he loved spoiling her and after he knew her parents's motive and put them in jail he made sure that a good noble family adopt her while the duchess [oscar mother] met her accidentally and grew fond of her , i read a chapter of the novel because oscar looked so beautiful in the art and he said that she hates ignorant people and the reader is quite responsible for her age so she praises oscar for his choice of future wife lmao . but then she grows to love her like her daughter [when she knew about her parents she was about to go to esteban to ask him to execute them but she stopped herself lmao] .and then mabel was born and the empress died and that was the first time reader cried bcs she lost her mother figure and the first person to give her parental love so she decided to protect mabel until her death bcs she was the only thing left from the empress . and lastly is mabel that was so happy to find her dear friend that she loved so much but lost due to an illness and in this life her friend is completely healthy ‼️[minus the scars that she had, who dared to hurt her dear sister figure‼️] maybe even in their first life reader had abusive parents so mabel got sad bcs can't her friend have a nice family for once‼️so when she realizes her brother love her friend she decides to get them together and then she can have reader as her sister in law ‼️<3AND THAT'S ALL ‼️‼️<33BYE BYE ‼️<3

Strawberry shortcake (Oscar x fem! Reader)

-accidentally posted this so I had to copy the request and write it IM SO SORRY the empresses name is sianna or cianna if you translate it genuinely don’t know how the former empress and Oscar act so sorry

“Y/n come here,” Sianna spoke softly, trying to coax the young girl to sit closer to her.

It had only been a few weeks sense esteban had announced you’d be staying with them temporarily.The empress would call you into her room every day.

Of course she knew it was going to be hard to get you to have your guard down. That’s why she tried though.

The older woman never gave up after she spoke, she kept on coaxing the younger girl to move closer to her, after a while of sianna practically pleading with y/n, the girl agreed and sat next to the empress.

Sianna watched with soft eyes as her lips perked up into a smile, the pink hair turned her attention and quickly grabbed a small box with a ribbon covering it, it was a present placing it In between y/ns hands.

"Open it," she stated the obvious with her sole attention on the child. Sienna's smile only widened once the gift was opened, and Y/N stared at the gift in confusion. It was a doll, yes, and a very expensive and pretty one.

Yet the child couldn't comprehend why she needed it. She lifted her gaze and stared into the woman's eyes. "Don't you like it?" She questioned, worry laced in her voice, She'd never had a daughter nor a child; yes, she had Oscar, but he wasn't really her son, yet she still considered him her son.

"No, I do like it." y/n answered, The situation was awkward; the girl clearly didn't know how to play with a doll, yet she'd try, of course.

The girl quickly got up and hugged the empress out of worry that she didn't enjoy it. "Thank you!" Y/n buried her face deeper into the woman's dress, and Sianna laughed and hugged the girl back. Sure, their first meeting was embarrassing, but she would've been okay with it.

“Y/n!” The door suddenly opened, revealing the crown prince whom had grown attached to his new or only playmate.

A few months had passed sense the girl had been in the castle, There was still anger in the community due to her parents and punishments they’d thought was suitable.

Due to that not a lot of people would want to adopt the young girl from her background, Esteban growing a liking to the girl knew he couldn’t just let her go.

For a few months it was frustrating, nobody was willing enough to help the desperate emperor.Kindness only goes so far.

Oscar turned his head and scanned the room, “What!, your all here” he cried after noticing, he moved his body and sat directly in-front of his playmate.

The silver haired boy picked up the toys on the floor and started playing with them.While the two were occupied Esteban voiced his worries to his wife.

It was out of pure luck that the emperor was the one who was taking care of you, anyone else you would’ve ended up in an orphanage by now.

“I’m sure you’ll resolve it sooner” Sienna smiled.

A few weeks had passed at this point, it had now pasted the third month of a criminals daughter staying with them, that day it was marked the day that Esteban could finally rest.

All the issues were solved, it was declared that they used their own child as a pawn and that she had no part in it, with that came the millions of nobles now stepping up to take care of the girl now.

Esteban looked threw the letters one by one, yes it was annoying him that they’d all decided to accept the proposal now. In fact Esteban almost made the decision of announcing you as his own but he decided not too due to multiple reasons.

The emperor looked threw the acceptance papers one by one, it was only right that you’d be placed with a presentable family, maybe even one of high status If he was lucky enough.Esteban sighed in relief when he got to that one acceptance letter he’d needed. He’d place you with the viscount for now.

On one faithful day, Oscar had decided he’d wanted to have a picnic with you of some sort, and so he did the only problem was that it was a surprise.

The prince was so excited he’d quickly taken you away to hang out with him with knowing how’d you’d react.

But of course things didn’t go his plan, he soon stopped in his tracks and stared at the former empress, or rather his mother.

It was known to everyone how scared he was of her for obvious reasons, yet you couldn’t comprehend why?.

As much as you wanted to stay with her and form some sort of relationship, Oscars feelings were more important to you, so instead of him dragging you you were the one dragging him instead.

“Oscar is something wrong?” After the two of you ended up in a secluded area it was time for the question. “You don’t look too good do you wanna go back?”.

The silver haired boy seemed to go back to reality at the sound of the girls voice, “No! I didn’t show you the surprise come on” Oscar grabbed y/ns hand yet again and dragged her to his surprise.

“Interesting..” the former empress mumbled, her mind still to the interaction that just happened.

After that interaction Oscar was more protective when th e two of you were together, “Oscar what’s wrong your acting weird!” The girl pointed out.

“Am not it just to protect you y/n!” He announced, “from what?” The girl questioned his motives, “From you know!”

“Oscar of you don’t tell me I won’t know what’s bothering you” y/n responded, the princes eyes soften before he stared at the ground, “you wouldn’t understand if I told you” he pouted.

“I can try!” She pried into him, “you know how you met my mom last wee-”

“What about me?” The said woman responded from behind her son, her green eyes sharp as ever staring daggers at the two children. “Duchess..” Oscar responded the atmosphere becoming gloomy.

“I was just asking him about you!” Y/n defended, “Is that so?” It was clear the duchess didn’t believe a word, “Yes! I must say your very incredible from what I’ve heard” the girl praised.

Somehow the atmosphere brightened, though it wasn’t able to be shown at her expressions, yet it was clear. Pacifica turned her attention to Oscar before replying.

“You’ve chosen a great wife I must say”

“!?” The boys face changed color into a bright red. “She’s not my wife though” he tried clearing up the misunderstanding, “she will be though no?”.

Pacifica soon found out about the recent incident, She wasn’t surprised nonetheless, yet for some reason it made her burn with anger.

She resolved her thinking with just going to Esteban for the issue and if he didn’t agree she’d easily pay someone to assistant the parents.

But she held herself from doing so, knowing if she did she’d quickly spark another issue within the community.

A few years had passed at this point, y/n remained one of the closest people to the imperial family, it was known across the entire nation.

“Oscar” the girl cried as she ran up to hug the boy, it had only been a few hours sense the empress’s death was announced, it was safe to say that the entire country was in shambles.

For the first time the silver haired boy didn’t speak when you called his name, as grief struck him too all he can do was cry with you.

Oscar knew that you’d never stop crying after you found out, but he still wanted you to meet his sister in hopes that you feel somewhat better.

After finally convincing you, Oscar quickly pulled you to Mabel’s room, “Cmon look at her y/n!” The silver head spoked urging you to take a look. “What if she cries when she looks at me?” The girl objected.

“Y/n your not ugly for her to cry when looking at you” he urged yet again pulling you closer to the crib, y/ns hands hit the crib Oscar next to her, “see isn’t she so cute?” He laughed.

Mabel’s eyes met Oscar’s friends eyes, “!!” The pink head lifted her arms and kept on wriggling them, “She looks like sienna..” y/n replied, her body leaning forward.

“Mabel is really pretty!” She announced, “See I told you!” Oscar added.

“Oscar” the girl turned her body towards the boy, “Sense this is the last thing that the empress left I wanna protect!” She declared.

“I wanna protect her till I die”

There was a long silence hung in the room, “who am I to deny you?” He answered with a smile on his face.

In Mabel’s little mind, she knew the moment she stared at the girls eyes that this was the same person she’d met in her previous life.

So the moment the person in-front of her declared that they want to protect her, she’d knew that she’d do the same in a heart beat.

Because she couldn’t protect modern life y/n, she’d protect historic life y/n with her entire soul.

Mable slightly appreciated being a baby, she’d found out about your entire past purely by listening on the maids, she was slightly sad that you’d still had cruel good for nothing parents.

And sense she’d have nothing to do, she’d have her entire attention on the two of you, which is how she found out about her older brothers liking to her.

So the pink head put into her mind that she’d make you become her sister in law living with her forever and ever!!.

The plan had started when she was still young but she decided to put it in full commence action when she was 9. (If I’m not wrong Oscar would be 15 ?)

“Aidan come on!” The girl urged as she pulled onto the black head boys hand, she’d let him know about her little scheme and essentially forced him to do it with her.

“What are you getting out of this?” The boy asked irritated, “A sister in law duh!”

Requested by @lind-55 tysm for requesting!! <3

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I wanted to reply to some of the stuff from my ask, but didn't know whether to reblog it or send it as an ask, I thought it might be easier this way?

silly straws page - i read in 'dipper and mabel's guide to mystery and nonstop fun' that bill likes silly straws and thought it was a silly random tidbit, imagine how surprised i was when i realized there was LORE behind it.. im still figuring out some codes bc i dont wanna look them up and im having so much fun !!

YEAH the silly staws page! I'm so mad that Bill said "I cut the page where I was gonna talk about Shermie Pines" stop teasing mee

I know there are some really cool codes on that page, I haven't decoded most of the book for myself yet but I intend to. There's another code on that page which is a super cool and fun one to decipher (though i've already seen what it says online but I want to replicate it myself). The one that starts with "215 858 117 450 110 628.." etc.

stanford trying to keep me from reading the book page - "you cant hear the disappointed sigh im making rn, but i assure you it's devastating" i mean he failed to stop me from reading the entire thing in one sitting but i was just very happy to see ford's cursive again. It was really funny seeing him trying to guess what the reader would be convinced by (i saw the moth picture and thought 'whats that called, a goth moth?' I laughed out loud when it turned out that was actually its name)

Sameee I got to that page and i was thinking "hiiii!". I loved his attempt to stop us from reading by showing his cool moth, and it was even better when Bill says something later on along the lines of "if he tries to show you his moth collection, throw yourself off a cliff"

Also the photo of him looks cool, but the context of it is so funny. I've seen some posts on tumblr about Ford dragging Stan into the woods and getting him to take a picture of him looking angry and mysterious. Why else does he have a photo like that. It's so silly.

urban legends page - as a long time fan of creepypasta the references in this page absolutely delighted me. Also the art is so realistically horrifying, whoever drew these i love you

YEAH that page and the Mirror Realm one and others look so cool. The new artists brought on to work on this book did a wonderful job. It fits in perfectly with Bill's weirdness.

the one true intelligence test - idk this page just made me laugh a lot

So freaking stupid i loved it so much. I think my favourite was the "divide this number in half" bit.

Entire anti-cipher society part - i love how instead of telling the story in just plain text, they made us follow the story with newspapers and journal pages. What was that called. I swear there was a name for that kind of storytelling if anyone knows pls pls tell me

That whole bit was so interesting. It was a really fun way of telling the story!

every page with ford and fiddleford - BEAUTIFUL. SUBLIME. BEST THING TO EVER EXIST IN THE WORLD. I HECKING LOVE FRIENDS BEING WHOLESOME TOGETHER AND I LOVE IT MORE WHEN THEYRE MY FAVORITE CHARACTERS FROM MY FAVORITE SHOW. THEY MAD SNOWMEN OF EACH OTHER THATS SO CUTE

Imma be honest i never really... cared for Fiddleford before. Like, I think the show is better with him in it, and I like that Ford had someone good in his life aside from Stan back in the past, but I didn't know enough about Fiddleford to care. Granted, I haven't reread Journal 3 in a while so I likely would have liked him more if I could remember what was said there, but the stuff presented in the lost Journal 3 pages here were such a treat and I understand now. I really really like him now.

Fiddleford and Ford were so wonderful together! Fiddleford was so, so nice to Ford. I'm never going to get over how Fidds made Ford TWO christmas presents, one which had multiple prototypes to get right, then forgot to get a present for his own wife. Stanford means so much to him it's crazy.

Then Ford decorating the portal room with pretty lights and played Fidds' favourite song and they made snowmen???? That's adorable omg.

And ik this is about the book, not the website, but the stuff on there as well, like the college photo and it describing how they met. AND THE AXOLOTL. Fidds getting one for Ford because it reminded him of him. And i don't think it was even a holiday of any kind. BILL WHEN I GET YOU-

"but my aim is getting better" - do i need to explain this one

I CHEERED at that bit. I showed it to my friend and they didn't get it. I forgot that they're a casual fan who's watched the show like, once, and not like me where Gravity Falls has just permanently taken up some space in my brain.

whatever this page is called;

I hated reading this (i loved reading this). i kinda got spoiled before i bought the book with an analysis post, had to literally put my phone down and think about what id just read. i think this page really puts bill and ford's relationship into perspective. ford's a person and bill's a multidimensional semi-god creature, bill will do and say anything in his power to get ford to do what he wants. this relationship cannot even begin to resemble normal. and also the forgetting your own name part horrified me, thats some good horror right there.. love it when books make me have a visceral reaction to tiny words on paper

I don't think I have anything extra to add I agree completely. I just love how much of a threat it shows Bill as. I think it works especially well because most of the book has been Silly Bill Shenanigans, you kinda forget what he's capable of. Brilliant stuff. i hated it.

call transcript from the police - OH the LORE and CHARACTER ANALYSIS FOOD RIGHT HERE. i could talk for hours about how bill straight up sucks at relationships and he's SO unwilling to admit he was upset about falling out with ford that he's lying to himself MULTIPLE TIMES OVER AND OVER and how a lack of genuine connection with people is eating him up - but if i talked about all that this post would spiral into insanity real quick. Also drunk bill talking into the phone was very very sad and very very on character and i could hear hirsch's bill voice inside my head it was really good aghjgnkhhh

LITERALLY YEA. And that kinda links up with the end of the book, where Bill is convinced someone will free him at some point. But he has no positive connections. He has no one that cares about him. And he did that all himself. Please, anytime, i will listen to your rambles. (just might not respond to it straight away but I WILL)

stan's page - I ALMOST CRIED AND I KNOW THATS KIND OF A WEIRD REACTION BUT I SAW THE STAN PAGE IN THISISNOTAWEBSITEDOTCOM OKAY AND IT WAS MAKING ME VERY UNWELL I WAS EXTREMELY RELIEVED TO JUST HEAR THIS MAN SO HAPPY AGAIN STANLEY PINES I LOVE YOU YOU DESERVE EVERYTHING

The messages from Dipper, Mabel and Stan were so lovely to see at the end. Stan is so happy now, and I'm happy for him. And it's just all really funny. "I only met him once and he cried like a baby then I punched him to death." Yeah that is basically what happened.

AH GOD YOU REPLIED TO EVERYTHING ????? THAMK YOU

YEAH the silly staws page! I'm so mad that Bill said "I cut the page where I was gonna talk about Shermie Pines" stop teasing mee

>:( he knows us too well he knows we'd give anything for more info about shermie...

I know there are some really cool codes on that page, I haven't decoded most of the book for myself yet but I intend to. There's another code on that page which is a super cool and fun one to decipher (though i've already seen what it says online but I want to replicate it myself). The one that starts with "215 858 117 450 110 628.." etc.

Ive been stuck on the numbers one, im gonna give it one more try today but i think it's gonna take a brain bigger than mine jfbsjdkskfs im STEAMING aleeeeex why are you making this so hard for me/silly

Sameee I got to that page and i was thinking "hiiii!". I loved his attempt to stop us from reading by showing his cool moth, and it was even better when Bill says something later on along the lines of "if he tries to show you his moth collection, throw yourself off a cliff"

does that imply ford tried to show bill his moth collection at some point ????? imagine jdbshfjsnf

Also the photo of him looks cool, but the context of it is so funny. I've seen some posts on tumblr about Ford dragging Stan into the woods and getting him to take a picture of him looking angry and mysterious. Why else does he have a photo like that. It's so silly.

I WHEEZED WHILE READING THIS ID NEVER THOUGHT ABOUT THAT??? but like. it's definitely on character i fully believe it happened. i mean this man backflips out of windows why not hnskdkdshd thanks for putting that image in my head

YEAH that page and the Mirror Realm one and others look so cool. The new artists brought on to work on this book did a wonderful job. It fits in perfectly with Bill's weirdness.

YEE!!!!! I think they were allowed to take more creative liberty than in the actual show, being a book and all, and i think thats really cool.

Imma be honest i never really... cared for Fiddleford before. Like, I think the show is better with him in it, and I like that Ford had someone good in his life aside from Stan back in the past, but I didn't know enough about Fiddleford to care. Granted, I haven't reread Journal 3 in a while so I likely would have liked him more if I could remember what was said there, but the stuff presented in the lost Journal 3 pages here were such a treat and I understand now. I really really like him now.

WELCOME TO THE FIDDLEFORD FANCLUB MY FRIEND. ive been a fan of him since the legend of the gobblewonker tbh.. i tend to latch onto very random silly side characters that fill the specifically shaped holes in my brain. Loved him more when i found out he had lore, love him even more after reading the book. Yay fiddleford 🎊

Fiddleford and Ford were so wonderful together! Fiddleford was so, so nice to Ford. I'm never going to get over how Fidds made Ford TWO christmas presents, one which had multiple prototypes to get right, then forgot to get a present for his own wife. Stanford means so much to him it's crazy. / Then Ford decorating the portal room with pretty lights and played Fidds' favourite song and they made snowmen???? That's adorable omg. / And ik this is about the book, not the website, but the stuff on there as well, like the college photo and it describing how they met. AND THE AXOLOTL. Fidds getting one for Ford because it reminded him of him. And i don't think it was even a holiday of any kind. BILL WHEN I GET YOU-

i swear these two are absolutely adorable and that is an objective fact i will not take criticism. the page where ford was rummaging thru fiddleford's desk and found the glove prototypes broke me.

and also yeah the college photo ! i mean like. augh. how do i put this. theyre so friends. ford believed fiddleford was right even tho they barely knew each other and worked together and came up with an entire theory. idk it's so wholesome. AND FRILLIAM !!!!! FIDDLEFORD GOT FORD A LITTLE GUY AND FORD NAMED HIM FRILLIAM AND I AM GOING TO PERSONALLY SPRAY HAND SANITIZER IN BILL'S EYE FOR RUINING THIS. these two are dear to my heart im so so frickin glad they made up and are somewhat keeping in touch now..

I CHEERED at that bit. I showed it to my friend and they didn't get it. I forgot that they're a casual fan who's watched the show like, once, and not like me where Gravity Falls has just permanently taken up some space in my brain.

I KNOW THE PAIN SO SO WELL NO ONE AROUND ME EVEN KNOWS THIS BOOK EXISTS. ILL CHEER WITH YOU WHO CARES IF WE'RE NOT ON THE SAME CONTINENT. FORD MY GUY SLAYYYYYY🎊🎉🎊🎉🎊👏👏🎊🎉🎉👏👏👏

I don't think I have anything extra to add I agree completely. I just love how much of a threat it shows Bill as. I think it works especially well because most of the book has been Silly Bill Shenanigans, you kinda forget what he's capable of. Brilliant stuff. i hated it.

exactly.. bill is a Scary Silly Guy™️ thank you tbob for reminding us. it was very on character and we appreciate it a lot. but like did you HAVE to make ford suffer for it :'(

LITERALLY YEA. And that kinda links up with the end of the book, where Bill is convinced someone will free him at some point. But he has no positive connections. He has no one that cares about him. And he did that all himself. Please, anytime, i will listen to your rambles. (just might not respond to it straight away but I WILL)

Guy had it comin for him tbh. rest in therapieces bill ciphor reincarnate as a vole (also YOU WANT TO HEAR MY RAMBLES🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺???? dont mind me if i raid your asks sometime. or discord dms. whichever you prefer !)

The messages from Dipper, Mabel and Stan were so lovely to see at the end. Stan is so happy now, and I'm happy for him. And it's just all really funny. "I only met him once and he cried like a baby then I punched him to death." Yeah that is basically what happened.

JASIDNFJSNFKSS PRETTY ACCURATE ID SAY. Stanford pines you are absolutely awesome take my money

[gotalittletoosilly]

SILLY INTERVIEW 03

Wonderlands x Showtime

Miles: welcome back to our silly interviews! this time are the first round losers wonderlands x showtime!!

Tsukasa: You didn't have to remind me....

Emu: HIII!!! MY NAME IS EMU OTORI!!! IM SO HAPPY TO BE HERE!!!! WONDERHOY!!!!!

Nene: um... hi... my name is nene kusanagi...

Rui: I am Wonderlands x Showtime's director/actor Rui Kamishiro. It's a pleasure to meet you all fufufu

Tsukasa: And I'm Wonderlands x Showtime's troupe leader TSUKASA TENMA: WORLD FUTURE STAR!!!!!!!

Miles: while technically not part of wxs we are also joined by a denizen of the wonderland sekai! say hello miku!

Miku: HIII!!!! it's me!! the one of five hatsune miku☆!!!

Nene: one of five?! what is that supposed to mean???

Miku: don't worry about it :3

Miles: i thought kaito was joining us as well? where is he?

Miku: he's busy babysitting the twins!! and meiko!!! and also he's making sure luka doesn't get lost by taking a nap where she shouldn't!!

Emu: Wow Kaito really is like a responsible older brother!!

Nene: more like a mom....

Miles: anyway let's start the actual interview shall we? who are you guys rooting for in the finals?

Rui: Personally I'm supporting Prower in the finale. I have quite a bit of respect for him coming from one inventor to another. I've been discussing ideas with him during the competition to use for my plays. Currently he's teaching me how to construct a plane.

Nene: i'm choosing tails as well... um... he's really cool... and i like sonic games so...

Rui: Someone as smart as him at only eight years old? I would be lying if I said I wasn't even a little envious of his abilities.

Nene: i like action games more than point and click adventure games usually but max is still cool i guess

Tsukasa: THAT RABBIT SCARES THE SHIT OUT OF ME! He has definitely killed someone i can feel it...

Rui: Killing someone might be an understatement fufufu

Tsukasa: THAT IS WHY I AM TEAM MABEL AND LUFFY ALL THE WAY!!

Tsukasa: Not to say that's the only reason why I'm voting for them however! Mabel is a very funny kid I'll give her that! I think she and my little sister Saki would get along really well! And I admire Luffy greatly for being someone who follows their dreams as much I do!

Emu: MABEL AND LUFFY ARE SO SO SO WONDERHOY!!!! i feel bad for not voting for tails and max because they're so so so fluffy and cute but mabel and luffy are so cool!!!

Emu: me and mabel have been playing all the time during the competition!! she's so fun to be around!! and luffy is like a cool big brother!! he actually invited me to join his pirate crew but i turned him down because there's no way i'm leaving tsukasa and nene and rui!!

Tsukasa: I mean, we're all going our separate ways eventually right? We all have dreams we're striving towards you know.

Emu: ...

Rui: ...

Nene: that's definitely true. but i know that i'll always treasure the time i spent with you all

Emu: nene...

Rui: Hm...

Miku: what are you guys so sad about?? it's my turn to say who i'm voting for!!!

Miku: TAILS ALL THE WAY!! guys in sega games got to stick together☆!!

Miles: thank you guys for all of your answers! hope you guys deal with your divorce arc in your game soon!

Tsukasa: Divorce arc??? But I'm not marri-

[the interview ends]

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🌈Rainbow: What was the happiest moment in your lore for you/your self-insert? Who all shared that happiness with you in canon?

The happiest was probably a close tie between when Crow explained his DID to the wereyote pack he was accepted into and his adoptive niece was born to, and when after having to out himself to the Pines family + Fiddleford as a wereyote to rescue his niece he was not just immediately accepted but also finally given the help they both needed.

The first one was while he was sent by the entity im referring to as Normalizing Force to eradicate the pack, actually. NF had, since Crow and Song were very young, convinced them that she was an angel sent to rid the world of evil and strangeness. They worked together until they were about 35-ish? And Crow was tasked to destroy a wereyote pack for being weres. Crow, instead of blindly following orders like he was expected to, just. Ended up talking to them. He realized that he and Song felt more seen with them than he'd ever felt anywhere else.

In that packs culture, having two selves was a normal and natural part of life. Some pack members viewed their coyote self as an integrated part of one's identity that was fragmented due to the transformation. Others saw it as a seperate being that took control of their body under the full moon- but one who's self and input were valued and celebrated. They were a team, not enemies fighting for control of a shared body. So when Crow explained his DID to his adoptive niece's parents(and omitted NF's occasional body possession), they not only understood him, but accepted both Crow and Song with open arms. So much so that later down the line they would agree when he asked them to turn him, and integrated them fully into their family. It's because of that bond that when NF eventually attacked the pack on her own, Crow was entrusted to keep his niece safe from harm, the girl about four years old or so.

The second was honestly extremely similar. His niece had snuck out to hang out past curfew with Dipper and Mabel, who had returned to Gravity Falls the next summer after the show ended. She and Crow ended up there after about a decade on the run from NF, who was kept at bay outside of Gravity Falls by the same barrier that a year before kept Bill's Weirdmageddon in. So she felt safe enough to start breaking rules. Unfortunately that rule was put in place because it was a full moon that night, and she transformed at a really inopportune time. It scared Dipper and Mabel who instinctively called out for their Grunkles, and Ford (who didn't know that they even had a friend over because he was busy chatting with Fiddleford who was visiting as well), hit the room first. Seeing what he believed to be a monster in the room with his nibblings, obviously he responded with strong force, and chased her out with the intent to kill or capture.

Crow, by this point, had realized that she was gone and despite being transformed himself took the risk and ran out into the night to find her to keep her safe. He tracked her quickly, dread in the pit of his stomach when he realized where she'd run off to- he didn't at this point get along all that well with Stanford for a handful of reasons, but he knew that when he had her cornered and raised his crossbow, he needed to act. He jumped between the two and covered her with his body, growling with his tail tucked.

Fiddleford, having heard the younger twins explain that the wereyote that Ford was chasing was actually their friend, caught up just before he pulled the trigger, and managed to get him to lower it. He had realized that if she was a Wereyote, it stood to reason that Crow/Song, her Auntle (combination aunt and uncle) likely was one too.

He reached his hand out and put it on the bridge of his snout, and the immediate relief in that touch was palpable. They all ended up going to the mystery shack after the tension broke, and when the sun rose the two changed back. Then, Crow could finally explain the situation- something he'd been dodging because the decade of running had him putting up walls so high he didn't think they could ever come down.

This is where the actual happiest moment comes in. After explaining everything, including the fact that he could sometimes still see NF's true form crackling across the dome around gravity falls at night, trying to break in, Fiddleford offered without hesitation to help kill or banish or otherwise get rid of NF. Ford looked uncomfortable during the explanation (too close to home for him), but immediately backed up Fiddleford. Stan definitely would have also but he was helping the kids with breakfast so not actually included in the convo, but would sign on later that day.

After so many years of having to protect his niece on his own with just him and Song, the promise that they belonged in Gravity Falls, and that there were still people who were willing to help him broke him. The immenseness of that relief made room for so much joy in his heart, and he finally was able to start seeing a future for himself. And it didn't involve running anymore. He'd always kept a strong face for his niece who he didn't want to grow up afraid, but in that moment he was able to just break and cry openly about the fact that if everything went to plan? They'd both be free soon.

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GF - Timestuck AU: The Power of Mabel ch.2

While fighting over a time machine so one twin can win a pig or the other can win the heart of a girl, Mabel is left stranded in a snowy forest with no time machine and no brother. Oops.

The BEAUTIFUL art pieces were done by @clownwry and @elishevart ! THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! 😭❤️💋

ch.1 - ch.3

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Ford was way more nervous than he was letting on.

She had long, pretty brown hair, braces over her teeth, sneakers, a skirt, and a sweater that allowed the cold air to pass through it. Her cheeks were slightly chubby with youth and nosy, as well as her nose, due to the freezing weather. Her eyes matched her hair perfectly, and though they were clouded with fear and confusion, Ford swore he could see sparkling behind the clouds, sparkling that made itself well-known when she asked if she could make him a sweater or when she saw his hands.

She had long, pretty brown hair, braces over her teeth, sneakers, a skirt, and a sweater that allowed the cold air to pass through it. Her cheeks were slightly chubby with youth and nosy, as well as her nose, due to the freezing weather. Her eyes matched her hair perfectly, and though they were clouded with fear and confusion, Ford swore he could see sparkling behind the clouds, sparkling that made itself well-known when she asked if she could make him a sweater or when she saw his hands.

Ford would be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy Mabel’s company, but she was practically a stranger, and keeping a random girl in his house that was located in the middle of the woods was fishy and Ford couldn’t help but feel like it was illegal. But he couldn’t leave her out in the snow and send her on her way to find her home and family, so he decided to keep her warm or healthy, simply because it was the right thing to do.

But then she said she had no parents to call. Only a brother, who was lost, too. Ford can remember the old rule: If you’re lost, stay where you are until you are found. So he then decided that she could stay here until her brother found her, which should be by morning at the latest.

Still, he felt uneasy, so once Mabel was settled in front of the TV, Ford excused himself and went into the kitchen to make a phone call. There was only one man who would have better judgement in this situation than him.

The phone rang a few times. Ford checked his watch to make sure it was a reasonable time to call. It wasn’t Sunday, was it? But then the ringing stopped. “Howdy! This here Fiddleford McGucket.”

“Hey there, buddy.” Ford smiled to himself at hearing that cheerful voice. “How have you been?”

“Stanford Pines! Good t’hear from ya!” Fiddleford cheered. “M’just fine, just fine! How are ya?! Ya haven’t gotten eaten by monsters yet, have ya?” He laughed, making his old friend chuckle along.

“No no, I’m alright.” Ford almost brought up the reason he called, but then he remembered something very important to Fiddleford. “How are Emma-May and Tater?”

“OH! They’re doin’ great! We’re all very happy n’ doin’ well! Ya won’t believe how big Tate’s gotten since ya last saw him! He’s already crawlin’!”

“Wow, that's great to hear.” Ford sat in a chair at the kitchen table. “Has he said his first words yet?”

“No, not quite. Actually, he’s extremely quiet. Not a lot of baby-babble.” Fiddleford chuckled. “The doctor says that’s perfectly normal. Tate’s so smart, he’s reachin’ for specific colors n’ such, n’ ya can tell he’s thinkin’ a lot n’ knows what’s goin’ on, he just got nothin’ t’say.”

“I was very shy when I was young.” Ford commented casually. He didn't feel like mentioning why. “If Tate is anything like either of his parents he’s very intelligent.”

“Oh, he’s so much like both of us it’s scary. Ya know Emma-May, so clever n’ quiet n’ such. Tate’s got all that. But he already looks so much like me! But he’s got his mama’s hair! N’ Santy Claus brought ‘im this fun little fishin’ game where ya fish for plastic fish with a pole with a magnet on it, n’ he loves it! I can’t wait to take ‘im fishin’ when he’s big enough! Ya really outta give yourself a break n’ come down for a visit, he’d move to see his Uncle Ford again.”

Ford’s face felt hot. “Perhaps. Spring is when a lot of anomalies are active and breeding, so i would prefer not to miss that, but maybe I could visit for a weekend before that…”

“Well, no pressure, I won’t assume anythang until ya tell me to, just know there’s always a bed for ya here.”

“Thank you, Fiddleford. The same for you and your family. The clean air will do everyone some good.”

“Oh, I’m sure.” Fiddleford sighed happily and perked up. “So! Whatcha callin’ for? Not that I’m not happy just t’chat, but ya never call.”

Ford laughed and shrugged to himself. “I suppose I don’t. I’m sorry.”

“No need t’be sorry, Stanford, just wanna know what’s up.”

“Well, I was hoping to get your advice on something.”

“Shoot.”

“Um… well…” Ford rubbed the back of his neck, unsure how to tell him this. “I heard some unusual sounds outside today…”

“What kind of unusual sounds?”

“Cracks, like lightning. And some faint yelling.” Ford answered. “I thought it might be a tree branch or a new anomaly to catalogue, but when I opened the door a young girl was standing there in the snow with no coat.”

“Heavens! Is she alright?!”

“She’s okay, no frostbite. She was cold, but after sitting by the fire, drinking some hot chocolate, and changing into some dry clothes, she’s okay now.”

“Well, good.”

“So of course I brought her in. I tried to call her parents, she probably got lost playing…”

“Sure.”

“... but she says she doesn’t have any parents.”

“Oh.” Fiddleford sighed. “Oh. Now, wait, are ya sure she didn’t just say that so ya wouldn’t call?”

Ford chuckled and said, “I first thought that too, but she looked too sad to be lying.”

“Okay, I see. Does she got somebody ya can call?”

“She says she has a brother, but he was out there, too. So he is probably out there looking for her and therefore nowhere near a phone.”

“Fair enough, okay. So, I reckon y’all are waitin’ for him t’come ‘round.”

“Yup.”

“Well sounds to me like you’ve handled this all pretty well.” Fiddleford said confidently.

“You think so?” Ford asked. “I can’t help but feel like I’m doing something wrong. Like I’m missing something. Am I doing something wrong?”

“Nonsense, buddy, you’re doin’ great.” Fiddleford assured. “Look here, ya can’t just leave a young gurl out in the snow t’try t’find her way home...”

“I agree.”

“... so ya really got one option n’ that’s t’keep an eye on her n’ let her in as a guest. N’ ya tried t’call, but nothin’. The best thang ya can do right now is be there for this lil’lady n’ just be kind t’her. N’ if nobody comes for her by mornin’, why don’t ya go into town n’ see if anybody knows her, then they can help y’all out.”

Ford nodded, then remembered that his best friend couldn’t see it, so he said, “Yeah, that sounds like a good plan. Thank you, Fiddleford.”

“You’re welcome. N’ hey, are ya okay?” He asked seriously.

“Yes, yes I’m okay. I just want to make sure I do this right.”

“O’course. I understand. Ya want me t’come down there n’ give a hand?”

“No, that’s not necessary. I’m sure Mabel will find her brother in the morning.”

“Mabel, huh? Well, if y’all don’t, please call me. N’ even if ya do find her brother, call me. Keep me updated.”

“I will. Thank you, Fiddleford.”

“Anytime, Stanford.”

~~~~~~~~~~

When Mr. Ford gave Mabel the remote for the old TV and went into the kitchen, she decided to use her awesome detective skills to figure out what year it was. If it was before Grunkle Stan lived here and opened the Mystery Shack, she must be pretty far back in time. But she had no way of knowing if it was 1999 or 2005 or the 50s.

The TV was old, but so was Grunkle Stan’s in her time. So Mr. Ford could have had this TV for a long time and didn’t want to replace it. 

Okay, so when was the TV made? Mabel didn’t know. Dipper would have known.

Okay, Grunkle Stan mentioned watching TV when he was a kid once or twice. So at least Mabel was when Stan was a kid, okay. 

Mabel turned the TV on and it was in color. Okay, so she wasn’t too far back in time. But the TV was playing a commercial for clear skin. The picture was gritty and all the people in it had puffy hair and long socks and oh my god was that woman wearing legwarmers?! Mabel grinned at seeing her favorite fashion on TV, but then her face dropped. When was she?

She tapped her chin and tried to think of how to know the date without being suspicious. She could ask Mr. Ford, but that might be suspicious. Mabel decided to start flicking through channels to try to guess what year she was in based on what was airing. A lot of shows were about cowboys, space, or game shows. Huh. Okay.

All the TV shows were definitely older. Nothing her dad would watch from when he was a kid, so if Mabel had to guess by everyone’s crazy air, the cheesy TV shows, and the music occasionally playing, she was in the 70s.

Huh. Okay. But she needed an exact year. So Mabel turned off the TV, saw an old radio on a desk, and turned it on to listen.

“... cuz it’s cold doesn’t mean you can't boogie, folks! So grab someone you wanna get warm with, turn up the music, and get your bodies warm in the coolest way possible! Here’s Night Fever, by the Bee Gees!”

Mabel grinned at the disco music. Her personal favorite song from these guys was More Than a Woman, but Night Fever would do. For a moment Mabel forgot her mission, jumped off the couch and left the blanket behind, and in the over-sized gray t-shirt Mr. Ford gave her while her clothes were drying, she danced along to the music, singing the chorus since those were the only words she knew.

“When you reach out for me. Yeah, and the feelin' is right,

Then I get night fever, night fever. We know how to do it! Gimme that night fever, night fever. We know how to show it!”

Mabel laughed at herself as she spun around in her socks and tried to do the point-and-hype dance she didn’t know the name to, but everyone did it when a disco song played.

Little did she know that Ford had returned to check on her, and was smiling at her as she shook her hips and waved her hair around and had fun. He leaned against the doorway and planned to let her dance in peace, but when she did a spin and saw him, she grinned and took his hand. “C’mon, Mr. Ford, come dance with me!”

Ford chuckled and shook his head. “No, no! I can’t dance!”

“You got two legs that aren’t broken?”

“Yes.”

“Then you can dance! C’mon!” Mabel encouraged, let him go when they were both in the middle of the room, and she started to dance again. “Don’t make me dance alone!” She even pulled an evil move and gave him puppy eyes. Rude.

Ford smiled slyly at her and hesitantly copied her boogie moves. It was true that Ford never liked to dance, but there was no one around but Mabel, and though he had only known her for an hour or more, he was sure she would never make fun of him.

And he was right.

“Wow! Look at you, Mr. I-Can’t-Dance! Yeah!” Mabel hopped on the couch, standing, and took Ford’s hand. “Here, I’ll spin you!”

Ford laughed and allowed it, doing a single spin, but then scooping her in his arms to dip her and then let her down, making her laugh as they continued to dance. 

“Alright alright, you crazy cats, that was Night Fever by the Bee Gees! It's a snowy day here in the heart of Oregon, with snow flurries coming in harder all night, but it should clear up by morning and be a fun day to go out and play! The date is January 26th, 1978 in case you gotta write a check or mail a thank you note to a friend or family member. I’m still writing letters for Christmas! We’ll be right back with some of your favorites after a word or two from our sponsors, so don’t go anywhere!”

Mabel stared at the radio. “Wow, 1978.” She breathed. Her parents were only kids right now, maybe only six or seven-years-old. Wow.

Ford chuckled. “I know, I’m still in the bad habit of writing ‘77.”

Mabel realized her mistake, but was grateful her host misunderstood her. “Me too.”

“Well, I don’t know about you, but I’m ready for dinner. How about some ramen noodles?”

“Yes, please! Can we play a game after we eat?”

“Sure. I don’t have many board games, but I do have a deck of cards.”

“Do you know any card tricks?!”

“A few.” Ford admitted, wiggling his fingers. “There are some advantages to having more fingers than average.”

Mabel grinned up at him and followed him to the kitchen for dinner.

[melancholyshadow]

sunday’s with a solider || b. barnes

part one 

summary: after a good date with bucky, (y/n) figures out who she’s really getting involved with. 

pairing: bucky barnes x female!librarian!reader 

warnings: kissing (??), swearing

an: im honestly speechless, the first part of this series has 150+ notes! i’m so happy you guys liked it! i’m debating on make this a three or a four-part series, please let me know what you think, but there will definitely be at least another part. one of the next, or the next, will include some spice, if you know what i mean. and who do y’all want me to write about next? im thinking mr. steve rogers. 

tags: @biixlv​

“Please tell me you’re a booth person and not a table person.” You chuckled, putting a hand on his shoulder. “Uh, yeah.” He laughed and rolled his eyes at you. He began walking towards one of the booths. You followed happily behind him, scooting into the opposite side of the booth. He pulled off his hat and both his gloves, setting them on the seat next to him. You propped your head on the palm of your hands, stopping yourself from looking at his metal hand, you weren’t even sure if it was metal.

The diner was one that had been in this town for, at least, forty years, and it definitely showed its age. It was trying to be a ‘retro diner’ in the eighties, so that aged it another thirty years. You grew up coming here with your family, the food was good, and you thought the inside was cute. The building was longer than it was wide, and the floor reminded you of a checkerboard. There was a long bar on the left, space for waiters to maneuver, and a long panel of metal enclosing the kitchen portion. Bright red bar stools were implemented into the floor, screwed into the floor, every two feet or so. On the right, were five or six booths, the same shade of red as the bar stools, big enough for about four people max. 

“Hey, sugar!” A familiar voice chirped to your left. Your eyes met a familiar pair of green ones, and a smile immediately filled your face. “Hey, Mabel!” You cooed, half-standing under the table and wrapping your arms around her small, fragile frame. She smelled like coffee and smoke, as she always did. The two of you pulled away, and her eyes instantly went to Bucky. “Who's your friend?” She asked, raising her eyebrows at you. “Mabel, this is my friend James. James, this is Mabel.” You explained, quickly introducing the two. He smiled at her and stuck out his ‘normal’ hand to give her a handshake, which she was very fond of. 

“Well, it is great to meet you, James! What can I get you to drink?” She had abandoned her notepad well before you were born, her ability to just remember someone’s order still amazed you. “Coffee please, no sugar or creamer please.” She smiled at him, and turned back towards me, “Regular for you, dear?” She asked, and you smiled, scrunching up your eyes and nose. She practically pranced away with a huge smile on her face. Bucky chuckled, pulling you from your thoughts, turning your head back towards him. His eyes were scanning over the faded laminated menu.

“How do you know Mabel?” He asked, looking up and unzipping his jacket, pulling it off his abdomen and onto the seat beside him, with his gloves and hat. “I grew up coming here with my family, she’s known me since I was in my mother’s stomach.” You explained, pointing to a picture above the bar. It was pretty faded after sitting in direct sunlight for over two decades, but it was a picture of Mabel, your mom, your dad, and you, you all had on party hats. “I had my first ten birthdays at this diner.” Bucky squinted his eyes and smiled once he made out the picture of baby you. 

“That’s awesome.” He said looking back at you. He opened his mouth to say something else, but Mabel cut him off. “Here is that coffee, Mr. James.” She slid the coffee in front of him, “And a regular for you, (Y/M/N).” She wiped her hands on her apron, “What can I get you two to eat?” Bucky looked at me, wanting me to order first. “We’ll both take the ‘67.” You smiled. She copied, “You got it, dearie.” And she walked away. Bucky cleared his throat, “Just trust me, Bucky,” You chuckled, placing your hands on top of his, “You’re gonna love it.” He paused for a moment, “I’ll hold you to that.” He winked at you. Did he just wink at you? Was he flirting? You immediately shot back at a wink and a flirty response, “Deal.”

The two of you ate and chatted for about an hour and a half. “Okay, you were right, that was the best food I’ve ever had.” He said, stacking your plates and utensils together, making it easier for Mabel when she took them off the table. “Can I get you two anything else?” She asked, picking up the two plates with ease. Bucky looked at you and you nodded a ‘no,’ and he looked back at Mabel, “No thank you, ma’am, but I will take the check.” He smiled. 

“No, Mabel, split the check pl-” But Mabel cut you off, “Sorry, dear, my hearing aid died, I can’t quite hear you. I’ll bring that check right to you, Mr. James.” Quickly walking away. “Bucky, no, I will pay for mine.” You insisted, going to reach for your purse. You looked around you in your seat in a panic, and then you remembered, it was in the saddlebag attached to his bike. He laughed at you as you came to that realization. “You did that on purpose, didn’t you?” You sighed, taking a sip of your drink. He simply shrugged and smiled, pulling his wallet out of his back pocket. 

Once Mabel returned with the bill and Bucky’s card, the two of you stood, and he let you walk out first. It was a lot colder now, goosebumps layered your exposed arms, like a reflex you wrapped your arms around yourself. “Here, you take this.” He insisted, placing his heavy leather jacket on your shoulders. “No, I can't, you're gonna get cold too.” You began to shrug it off, but he placed his hands on your shoulders, stopping you. “I’ll be fine.” He smirked at you, his hands lingering for a little longer than normal. 

“Ready?” He asked as he straddled his bike, once more. You stuck your arms through the long sleeves, which went way past your fingertips. You took your seat behind him, and he handed you the helmet, and you slid it over your head. Similar to earlier, you snaked your arms around him, clasping your hands together, and resting around his mid-abdomen. His hands, once again, landed on your thighs, pulling you even closer to him, making a different type of goosebumps cover your arms. 

“Hang on tight, doll.” He said as the bike came to life. You were so glad you were wearing a helmet, so he couldn’t see the brush creep onto your cheeks. As you two rode, he used his prosthetic hand to steer the bike and kept his flesh hand on your knee the entire time. The sky had ditched the orange, pink, and red hues and was now littered in stars and moonlight. You didn’t want this to end, you felt like you could stay there for hours, but the library came into view a lot sooner than you wanted it to. 

The next day came and you got excited, as always, to see Bucky. Today was a little different though, after your date last night. Wait, was that even a date? It had to be, right? I mean he paid and flirted with you. 

“Bucky, why do you come in here every day?” You asked, peering at him over the book in your hands. He didn’t move for a second, you assumed he was finishing the sentence he was reading. “Well, all the libraries in New York City are crowded and noisy.” He explained, “So when I found this place while scoping out new libraries, even though it is quite a distance, I knew this place was it for me.” He smiled at you. “At least that was the reason initially.” He muttered, picking his book back up. 

“And what is that supposed to mean?” You set your book down this time, squinting your eyes at him, and propping your head up on your hands. “Well obviously, I now come back because the shitty coffee you offer is to die for.” He said sarcastically. You gasped and threw one of your pens at him, bouncing off his chest and onto the floor. He broke out into a fit of laughter, and you soon followed. 

“No, but now I come back to hang out with you.” He admitted to you, avoiding your stare. “Oh that so sweet…” You started, “...Dork.” Throwing another pen at him, this time hitting the bill of his hat. Bucky had come in every day for a little over a month now and missed not a single Sunday. “Hey (Y/F/N)?” Bucky asked, looking back up from his book. Your eyes didn’t leave the pages of your book, but you answered, “Yes, Buck?” You asked back, flipping the page. 

“I won’t be here tomorrow, and for a couple days after that.” When the words left his lips, a wave of sadness washed over you. Your lips twisted into a pout, looking towards him. “Why?” You asked, dragging out the word. “I have some obligations.” You rolled your eyes at him, “Okay, Mr. Mysterious.” You scoffed, feeling a bit upset. How long had he known? Why was he just now telling you? “I’m gonna be so bored without you.” You whined, leaning back in your chair with a huff. 

“I’ll make it up to you, I promise.” 

It was closing time now, and as usual, Bucky walked you to your car. “You better bring me a souvenir from wherever you’re going.” You joked, tossing your purse into the passenger seat, and turning back towards Bucky. “Would you prefer a T-shirt? Maybe some socks? How about a shot glass?” He joked back, leaning against the side of your car. “Surprise me.” You laughed, pushing his chest. 

As you went to pull away from his chest, his flesh hand wrapped around your wrist, softly. He placed it back on his chest, and his metal hand went to your hip, pulling you closer to him. The only distance between both of your chest was being occupied by your hand. You swore up and down that he could hear your heartbeat, but you were soon reassured because you could feel his heartbeat racing just as much as yours was. Bucky glanced down at your lips, and you did the same. 

You closed the space between your lips, and without thinking your eyes fluttered closed, taking in everything happening over your entire body. His lips were soft, tasting like coffee and mint. The growing stubble on his chin rubbed against the softness of your cheeks. His flesh hand was warm around your wrist, gripping it softly, he never wanted to hurt you. But the gestures with his metal hand were very different. It was leaving a cool tingling sensation against the small patch of exposed skin, and his grip was tighter, pushing you impossibly closer to him. You took your free hand, and placed it on his face, thumb running over his cheek, and your other four fingers resting on his neck. 

After what feels like minutes, but was probably only about thirty seconds, you pulled away from him. Reluctantly, of course. The two of you just stood there, not moving, relishing at the moment for as long as you could. “You know I meant to surprise me souvenir-wise, right?” You chuckled, messing with the hair on the nape of his neck. “Oh okay, we can just never do that again.” He sighed, messing with you. 

“No, no, we can definitely do that again.”

~

It was the first Sunday without Bucky in a while, he had been gone for almost a week now, you assumed working on his ‘obligations.’ You had been keeping yourself busy with a new book series, one that Bucky actually recommended to you. But today would be full of dusting, reorganizing, putting away some newer books, and vacuuming. It was probably around 3:30 in the afternoon, and you were dusting the large bay windows by the front of the store. 

You could feel the music moving through your body, making it impossible for you not to dance, at least just a little wiggle. You swayed your hips, the music taking over, singing into the duster like a microphone. Your free hand ran up the side of your body, from your thigh all the way up to your face. You threw your arm up over your head, and prancing around the tables, shifting the duster from a microphone to an electric guitar. When the song was finally over, and you were very much out of breath, you made your way back to the window. And when you did so, your heart dropped to your toes. There was a man standing on the opposite side of the window, watching you. 

It only took a few seconds for your fear to turn into relief. It was Bucky. You dashed to the left towards the door, unlocking the door, and running out to greet him. Practically leaping towards him, you wrapped both arms around his neck, and his arms snaked around your waist. After a few moments of swaying and just taking in his presence, you pulled away. He was smiling widely, “I didn’t mean to end your concert so soon, I was enjoying it.” Adding a chuckle. Your face blushed, and you put your hand over your eyes, peeking at him through your middle and ring finger, “Did you see the whole thing?” You asked, dreading his answer. “The whole thing.”

The two of you walked back inside, the music still playing loudly. There was a slow song playing, and you grabbed your phone to turn it down, but Bucky stopped you. “Wanna dance?” He asked, putting his hand out for you to grab. You smiled, happily taking it. He pulled your chest against his. Your arms rest on his shoulders, your fingers loosely interlocked. Both hands on your hips, both of you just rocking side to side. The music wasn’t even registering in your brain, you were just focusing on this moment with him. 

“I remember when this song came out.” He said softly. You cocked your eyebrow at him, “Didn’t this song come out in the fifties?” You asked confused, what did he mean by that? “So you really don’t know who I am, huh?” The question caught you off-guard, it sounded very egotistical. “No..?” You asked more like a question. And that’s when he explained everything, making a very long story very short. He explained the arm, the serum, and the ‘obligations.’ 

“You’re a fucking Avenger?” You asked, head in your hands, elbows on your knee. “Well, technically I’ve never been asked to be one, but kind of.” His hand on your back, rubbing it in small circles. “So you’re the James Buchanan Barnes from the Captain America museum?” He nodded. Everything kind of flooded back to your memory, you knew you heard the nickname “Bucky” before, and you knew he looked somewhat familiar, but you assumed he just looked kinda similar to an actor or something. 

It was silent for a good five minutes, but Bucky broke it. “Hey, guess what?” He asked, trying to hide the upturn of his lips. What now? Was he gonna break some more news to you? Was he also part alien? “Hmm?” That was all you said, running your fingers through your hair. He moved his hand to reach into his backpack and pulled out a book, sliding it towards you. 

“Russian Urban Legends.” You read the title, quickly flipping through the book with your thumb. “Flip to page 48, and tell me what it says.” He said, propping his head upon his hands. You did as he said and landed on page forty-eight. “The Winter Soldier.” You read the words written in a bright red font, the page decorated in grainy photos and ridiculously cheesy government lettering and drawings. Bucky looked at you, prompting you to continue. 

“A ghost story or a real threat?”

[mysteryhackin]

Happy way belated @forduary ! I’ve been without a laptop for a month, so please accept my belated offerings!

Forduary Week One: Hurt/Comfort

“If I’m not the smart guy… who am I?”

The satellite phone on the Stan O’War II beeped its cheerful melody one evening, as Ford recorded some observations from their latest adventure. He put down his pen and stretched, flexing his fingers as he reached for the phone, but a hand swiped it out from under him at the last second.

“Sucker,” Stan said with a wicked grin as he held it, still ringing, out of Ford’s reach.

Ford blinked. “How are you that fast?”

“What can I say, I stay in shape,” Stan answered, causing Ford to snort at the improbability, and Stan hit the answer button. “Hello!” he rasped cheerfully.

“Grunkle Stan!” Mabel’s worried voice came over the speakerphone. “Dipper’s in trouble!”

“What?” Stan’s voice suddenly turned serious, as Ford’s stomach dropped. “What’s wrong with Dipper?”

“He went in his bedroom last night and still hasn’t come out,” Mabel said. “He’s missed Saturday, guys!”

“Mabel, why?” Ford asked urgently. “What happened?”

“He…” Mabel hesitated. “He got a C on his last chemistry test.”

There was a heavy silence.

Which was broken by Stan’s booming laugh. “Is that all? C’mon, Mabel, give ‘im the phone- I’ll set ‘im straight!”

“Grunkle Stan, I don’t think-” Mabel started.

“A C on a chemistry test!” Stan continued. “I was lucky if I got a C on a chemistry test, and I turned out just fine! Holy mackerel!” he said, bringing on a fresh peal of laughter.

Ford grabbed the phone while his brother was distracted, and quietly said, “Mabel, this is Ford- let me talk to Dipper.”

“I…I don’t know if that’s the best idea,” Mabel said miserably.

“I can help,” Ford reassured her.

“I was just trying to… I was hoping I could get some advice, but…” she sounded close to tears.

“Mabel, what is it?”

“Dipper doesn’t want you to know. That’s the only thing he said before he went to his room- “What if Ford finds out?” But he’s not listening to me and I didn’t know who else to ask or what else to do, and… and…now I think I made things worse.” She finished dejectedly.

“No! No, Mabel, you did the right thing calling us.” Ford said hurriedly. “Please. Let me talk to Dipper.”

There was silence on the other line for far too long, and Stan and Ford exchanged worried glances, wondering if Mabel had disconnected. Finally there was a shaky breath. “OK.”

They heard movement and the sound of a door opening. “Hey, Dipper?” Mabel’s voice was gentle. “There’s a phone call for you,”

“I don’t want to talk to anyone Mabel,” Dipper said forcefully.

“What if someone wants to talk to you?” Ford asked.

“Great Uncle Ford!” There was a sound of a sharp movement, as if Dipper had suddenly sat up. “Um, hi! How’s it going in, ah, Greenland?”

“Very well, thank you for asking,” Ford answered cheerfully. There was a soft click on the other end of the line, meaning Mabel had left and closed the door behind her. “Stanley’s here too.”

“Hey kid!” Stan called from behind Ford. “We heard you were having some trouble…”

“Yes,” Ford interrupted, raising an eyebrow at Stan. “But he was just leaving.” Stan huffed and rolled his eyes, but climbed the stairs to the deck. “I have some photographs I’d like to send you of the ice worms,”

“That’s great!” Dipper said, the falseness of his cheer extremely evident. “Well, it’s been nice talking with you, but I really have a lot to do-”

“Mason,” Ford interrupted gently.

Dipper sighed and was silent for a few moments, “Yeah?” he finally said, his voice thick.

“What’s wrong?”

“You know what’s wrong. Mabel told you, didn’t she?” Dipper’s voice was strangely bitter.

“Yes,” Ford said.

“Figures. She’s always getting into my business.”

Ford smiled wryly. “That’s the point of family. And you know it’s because she cares.”

Dipper possibly muttered something like “Yeah, I guess so,” then sighed. “Great Uncle Ford, what am I going to do?”

“What do you mean?” Ford asked.

“I got a C on my chemistry test! How am I supposed to be able to join you and Stan if I can’t do chemistry?”

“Kid,” Stan called from the deck. “I can’t do chemistry and I’m just fine!”

“Not helping, Stanley!” Ford called back. “Dipper,” he started. “One C on one test doesn’t determine the outcome of your life.”

“Mm.” Dipper muttered noncommittally.

Ford sat down and was silent for a moment as he thought. “Dipper, let me tell you something about myself. You may know this, having already read my journals, but I feel I need to say this outright. I was unfortunately under the impression that the only way to make a difference in the world was to be perfect and do it myself- no help, no support- otherwise it wouldn’t count. But I found that I was wrong. There’s no such thing as being perfect- we all have our own talents and our own way of contributing, and we can always use the help.”

“But if I’m not the smart one, who am I?” Dipper blurted. “I’m not good at anything else! I’m not tough, I’m not creative, I’m not fun… and now I’m not smart!”

Ah.

“You know that’s not true.” Ford told his great nephew softly. “In fact…if you asked Mabel I’m sure she’d say you’re very fun. And you always have great theories about why certain anomalies are the way they are- I very much value your opinion on those matters- you’re very creative to come up with those! As for you not being tough, I hope you remember what you were able to get through and how you saved me a couple of summers ago. And Dipper,”

“Yeah?” Dipper’s voice seemed to have a tinge of hope to it.

“You are smart. Everyone stumbles sometimes.” Ford closed his eyes and leaned his head back. “I know that better than most. But there’s something more important than that.”

“What?” Dipper asked.

“You strive to be a good person. You work hard and do your best to improve, you love your family, and try to make the world a better place, and honestly… that’s the best thing anyone can do. Remember that.”

There was more silence at the other end of the line, but it somehow seemed lighter. “Grunkle Ford?” Dipper finally said, his voice bright.

“Yes my boy?” Ford asked.

“Thanks.”

“Of course.” Ford smiled, even though he knew Dipper couldn’t see him. “And one more thing… you need to know that no matter what, Stanley and I will always be beyond thrilled to have you with us on our travels.”

“What he said!” Stan called. “’Course, you’re still gonna hafta work on your card game or your pickpocketing before you really can pull your weight!”

Dipper laughed on the other end of the phone. “Have I got something to show you next time we meet, Grunkle Stan!”

Stan gave a booming laugh in response. “Looking forward to it, kid!”

“Do you think you’re going to be all right?” Ford asked.

“Yeah.” Dipper answered, and Ford could hear the smile in his great nephew’s face. “I think I will. And don’t forget to send me those pictures of the ice worms!”

“I’m sending them now,” Ford typed in Dipper’s email address. “You’re really going to be interested in the pattern of their teeth. I’m looking forward to hearing what you think.”

“Great! Talk to you later, Grunkle Ford!”

“Talk to you later, Dipper.” Ford said, and disconnected the phone, putting it down.

“Not bad, Sixer,” Stan said, finally coming back belowdecks.

Ford let out a breath. “I’ve been there,” he said in a faraway voice. They were silent for a few moments, as they considered the long ago past. Stan put a hand on Ford’s shoulder and gave it a small, comforting squeeze. Then Ford broke the silence and glanced up at Stan, a mock-stern expression on his face. “You know, that Look I gave you at the beginning of the phone call was telling you to leave me alone while I spoke to Dipper,” Ford leaned back in his chair.

“If y’really wanted that, you would’ve taken it offa speaker,” Stan said, shrugged, then grinned. “Anyway, like y’said earlier, you can always use the help.”

“I said ‘we,’ Stanley.” Ford answered with a grin of his own. “We can always use the help.”

[baalzebufo]

afterparty

wrote this little thing last night and I figured maybe other people would be interested in reading it too? so im swallowing my nerves and posting it. heres a little 1.8k words self-indulgent gravity falls fic

wherein gideon gleeful and stanford pines have a brief talk during the twins birthday party. catharsis abound

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Gideon wasn’t used to being ignored. He had gotten used to being the center of attention both on and off the stage, and for both good and bad reasons. Yet now he stood sweating in his suit at the edge of the Mystery Shack’s property line with a cup full of punch in one hand and a crowd mingling twenty feet away, and not a single person spared a glance in his direction. For once, he wasn’t the one they were out here to see.

The Pines 13th birthday celebration felt bittersweet. The property was still half-wrecked after the ‘events’ of the previous week, and to Gideon those days hung over the party like a dark cloud of summer rain. Nobody else seemed to care- ‘Never mind all that!’ and all. But he just couldn’t shake how surreal it felt that nobody was pointing it out. Then again, he had always been smarter than most folks in Gravity Falls. Maybe that was his curse. He wiped one hand across the back of his forehead- the heat was getting to him. It made the situation just that little bit more unbearable than it already was. Sighing to himself, Gideon unbuttoned his suit and slipped it off his shoulders, folding it over his arm. Normally he wouldn’t be caught dead with a piece of his outfit out of place, but… nobody was looking, anyway. For once in his life he had more pressing thoughts than his looks, though he still took a moment to pat the side of his hair to make sure it was holding in place. Resigned, he slumped down and sat in the roots of a nearby tree, rolling up the sleeves of his black dress shirt.

Why in God’s name was he even here? He cast his gaze out towards the crowd at the other end of the property. Townsfolk were mingling and celebrating, using it as an excuse to gossip and talk amongst themselves. Even his parents were out there. He saw Bud leaning against a keg of something and gesticulating wildly at Mayor Tyler, with his mother shadowing close behind him. He saw Dipper leaning against the side of the building, attempting to talk to Wendy. Mabel… he had to force himself not to stare. She was bouncing excitedly with two other girls- he couldn’t remember their names. She pulled them into a hug and she just looked so... happy, it kind of hurt him a little bit. He bit the inside of his cheek and pointedly looked elsewhere to ignore the nagging feeling in his gut. Stanford- No, Stanley Pines was there, of course. Talking to his handyman and whispering about something. And as for the other one… he wasn’t there. At least, not until Gideon broke out of his little trance and realised he was off in the side of his vision, walking right towards him.

A sudden fear shot through him, and Gideon rose his hand instinctively around his neck- before remembering his lucky bolo tie wasn’t there anymore. He quickly played off the motion as straightening the ordinary tie he had replaced it with, casting his eyes to the floor in mock disinterest as the shadow of the man fell over him. He cleared his throat, and Gideon was forced by polite societal conventions to acknowledge him. He looked up into the face of Stanford Pines- the author. If you had told him a year ago he’d be standing in front of the author of the mysterious journal he had kept hidden away under his bed, he probably wouldn’t have believed you- especially if you told him he was Stan Pines brother. He looked like a very tired mirror of the old man, slightly more put-together yet with a more detached look behind his glasses. Like he had seen too much. Gideon was good at noticing things like that.

‘Ah- Gideon, correct?’ He finally broke the silence with a lopsided half-smile, trying to be polite. His voice sent a shiver down Gideon’s spine- it brought up dark memories. No, no- remain composed. He took a sip of the punch as casually as he was able, making a noise of mild affirmation. Stanford seemed a little bit uncertain, as if he were expecting Gideon to say more. He tapped his fingers against his dusty coat before kneeling down on the floor next to the child. ‘I don’t think we ever got a chance to be formally introduced. I’ve heard a lot about you.’ Gideon internally cringed. Great. No doubt Stan and his family had already regaled him with all of his worst attempts on their lives and livelihoods, so there was no longer a chance he’d be able to get through this conversation painlessly.

Gideon took a deep breath before locking eyes with the man in front of him. ‘I’m sure they’ve told you more than enough. Y’here to lecture me?’ Stanford seemed to almost recoil a little bit. He probably wasn’t expecting the kid to stare him down like that, and now it was his turn to nervously avoid eye contact. He raised his hands apologetically.

‘No, no- I just figured, well… I should check up on you. It doesn’t look like anyone else has yet.’ 

Huh? Gideon’s icy gaze softened a little. ‘What?’ He said a little quieter, with a little less venom in his tone.

‘Well, you know- you were in the palace. You were in the zodiac. You.. had history with Bill, too.’ He half-whispered that last line, as if he were afraid to say it too loud. ‘I haven’t had a chance to talk to you. I just wanted to see if you needed any… help?’ He added that last part uncertainly, noticing as Gideon’s eye twitched a little.

‘Help?’ He mumbled, before growing angry suddenly. ‘Don’t treat me like a child. I don’t need help.’ He felt his free hand balling into a fist before he stopped himself, choosing instead to dig his nails into the grass. ‘And I don’t need your pity, neither.’ He spat- but the anger wasn’t directed at Stanford so much as it was himself. His lip quivered, and he cast his eyes down. ‘Besides, I deserved what I got.’ Suddenly, he felt a pair of hands grab his shoulders and turn him- Stanford levelled with Gideon, and took a deep breath. 

‘That isn’t true. Nobody deserved what Bill had in store for them, or for this world.’ He spoke quietly, quickly, and with a stern undertone to his words. ‘You're not the only one who made mistakes. I’m the one who caused this whole mess to begin with. But that doesn’t matter as much as what you do now. You know what else I heard about you? That you stood up to Bill when you realised you were wrong. There are grown men who wouldn’t do a thing like that.’ His grip tightened a little. ‘We need to learn to live with our mistakes and be better people for them. I’m trying to do it- and I know, i’m not the best at it, either. But I just wanted you to know that you can do that too.’ He paused, almost as if he were trying to quell the rising emotion in his voice which his cloudy eyes were quickly giving away. ‘You aren’t alone, Gideon.’

Gideon scanned the old man's face. He could see it in his eyes, in his tight-lipped forced smile, in the creases in his face and in the scar running down his cheek that he meant what he said. Gideon blinked, trying not to make it obvious that his eyes were glistening with barely suppressed tears. He tried to find the words, but for once he couldn’t. He felt Stanford’s hands release his shoulders. Then, he did something he had never done before. He fell forward into the dusty red sweater that Stanford wore, wrapped his little arms around his chest, and he hugged him. He pressed his face against his front and felt the scratchy fabric against his eyelids and the way his hands balled up into fists against the yarn and he didn’t even mind when he felt his hair knocked slightly out of place. He felt the tears welling up as he buried himself into the sweater, and he didn’t try to hide them. A strong, six-fingered hand patted him on the back gently but awkwardly, and it made him let out a quiet sob. For once, Gideon was glad nobody was looking at him. For once, he was glad they were ignored.

After what felt like an eternity, the shaking child released him, and Stanford didn’t know what to say. Neither of them had expected that- not even Gideon, who was wiping his face with the back of his hand, concerned once again with appearances even now. He swallowed hard before speaking. ‘Oh- h-heavens. That was- hah!’ He laughed, fake-smiling, voice still shaking a little. ‘Heavens to Betsy, I must look ridiculous.’ He mumbled, stroking his hair down and back in place. Stanford frowned a little, concerned with how quickly he tried to brush it all off. Still, he let the boy preen, and once he seemed satisfied his hair was settled back in place sufficiently, he took a deep breath. Then he paused, awkwardly. ‘Thank you.’ He said finally.

Stanford sighed. ‘It’s okay.’ He sounded exhausted but relieved, as if a weight was lifted off his chest. He held out one hand, and watched as Gideon seemingly instinctively put his hand inside it. He gripped gently- before smiling at the boy. ‘You’re a brave young man, Gideon, despite everything. If you ever need someone to talk to…’ He pressed a small piece of paper into the child's hand. ‘.. You can always talk to me.’ Gideon nodded, quickly withdrawing his hands and slipping the paper into the pocket of his suit which lay abandoned on the floor nearby. He picked it up and slipped it back over his shoulders, brushing the dust off. Stanford knelt patiently next to him as he continued to compose himself, finally standing up. Stanford followed suit, his knee making an audible cracking sound as he straightened up. He winced, leaning against the tree, before looking back down at the waiting child.

‘Thank you, again.’ Gideon said, seemingly having gained control of himself again, as he folded his hands behind his back. ‘I, ah… appreciate you talkin’ to me.’ He glanced across the property. He had been in his own little world this whole time, he had practically forgotten there was a party going on just across the lot. ‘An’ I appreciate your discretion, keepin’ this little.. incident, to ourselves.’ He added, looking up at Stanford pointedly. ‘You better not tell anybody else ‘bout this, if you know what’s good for you.’  It had a much gentler tone to it than his usual threats. Stanford just smiled.

‘Of course. This one’s just between you and me.’ He winked. ‘Now come on. You don’t want to miss the rest of the party.’

[homeforchristmas-au]

Character bios pt 2!!

Decided to continue the bios for the rest of the fam squad, the full extended family!! Might change things around a bit, we’ll see!!! Here’s part one in case you missed it :3

Emile Sanders (formerly Picani):

Age: 46

Pronouns: he/him/they/them

Height: 6’1”

Curly medium golden mahogany brown hair and sky blue eyes, subtly tanned skin covered in freckles, red framed rounded glasses, likes dressing like a cartoon character or just wearing cartoon merch (his prized possession is his Mabel pines jumper) but wears a brown cardigan over a white button down shirt with a pink necktie when he goes to work

A big goofball that has a lot of love to give, but he still knows when to be more subdued and calm and when to activate “serious picani”. He’s always loved helping people work through their issues which is why he’s a therapist

Like patton, he’s excellent at reading emotions, though he’s a bit better at it since he’s a professional

Has ADHD, but has developed the necessary coping skills to help keep his symptoms under control

Has two siblings; Catarina (Patton’s mother) and Leonard (Patton’s other uncle). Emile is the baby of the family while Leonard is the oldest

Emile met Thomas when they were both in college. They shared an ASL class and quickly began getting along, and frequently practiced sign language together and feelings developed from there

It was quite some time before they got married, but it was well worth the wait

Thomas Sanders:

Age: 43

Pronouns: he/him

Height: 5’10”

The standard character Thomas look; floppy medium brown hair, chestnut eyes, fair skinned, wears the same three shirts periodically for five years until he buys three new shirts, the usual stuff

He’s a sweet, down to earth guy. Loves cartoons almost as much as Emile does, has a passion for pizza, theatre, and the cats of the world he’ll never be able to pet without dying. He can be impulsive at times, but his heightened anxiety oftentimes outweighs that

Has three brothers named Christian, Patrick, and Shea, but I won’t describe them in depth cos I don’t wanna get any facts wrong since this is based on Thomas himself oop-

I’m literally just describing the canon character Thomas except slightly older im-

There’s like nothing else to add to make this fun and unique it’s just character Thomas welp

Thomas and Emile’s kids:

Anton Sanders:

Age: 16

Pronouns: any/all

Height: idk uh ??? 5’7” ???

Medium length wavy black hair, electric blue eyes, fair skinned with a beauty mark on his right cheek beneath his eye, usually wears fashionable clothes and declares himself an eleven, often wears scarves and turtlenecks (almost exclusively black) as well as his round mirrored sunglasses

Can and will kill you with a single look. Especially if you mess with his family. He’ll never admit it but he loves them with everything he’s got, even if he never acts like it for even a moment

Especially adores Remy and respects that they’re discovering themself and exploring new possibilities. He knows from experience how tough that is and how much of a challenge it can be

Was adopted at age three after his parents were busted for child abuse and heavy drug addiction. It took quite some time for him to come out of his shell but Emile and Thomas were nothing but patient and loving and kind. He still has a lot of trust issues but he knows he can trust his family

Will never admit it now but became insanely jealous when remy was adopted into the family. He did not want a brother because he knew that meant he was being replaced and he wasn’t loved anymore

Eventually Thomas and Emile sat him down and they all talked through it and assured Anton that he was still loved and he was not being replaced

It still took a very long time for Anton to trust Remy, even if he was only a baby

His heart was won over when Remy said his first word to him

All he said was “no” but Anton admired his defiant spirit

also yes this is the Critic how did u know

Remy Sanders:

Age: 12 (birthday January 16)

Pronouns: he/him/they/them/it/its

Height: damnit how tall are 12 year olds

Shoulder length hair dyed dark purple at the roots that fades into magenta at the ends (hair colour changes periodically depending on what it feels like having), chocolate brown eyes, fairly dark skinned but not heavily so, gender expression changes at the drop of a hat but it often wears leather, skirts, beanies, and a heck ton of earrings (when it turns eighteen it starts getting a lot of different piercings like angel bites, nostril, and industrial piercings, etc) (that’s worth noting)

Almost always sarcastic but that’s its way of showing love really. It’s a helluva punk that can and will fight anyone to the death if they deserve it (or if they hurt someone Remy likes). It’s actually a huge nerd but doesnt usually show that side of itself. It loves reading, watching shows like doctor who, and doing puzzles with Logan

Was diagnosed with adhd after Emile noticed it experienced similar symptoms for quite a while

Was adopted by Thomas and Emile when it was a baby (and Anton was four), having been found by Emile when it was left in a box in an alleyway, which was a long and complicated process but one hundred percent worth it

It has a trio of male rats named Holmes, Watson, and Splinter. Thomas was a bit reluctant to let it adopt rats but they all went to a rat breeder and when Thomas saw them all and even held one he realised it wasn’t so bad and they were actually kinda cute

When it was nine years old, it nearly died in a nasty hit and run. A truck had swerved into it when it was by the side of the road. It was fine after a lengthy recovery except it had to use a wheelchair after some spinal cord damage left it immobilised from the waist down. The driver was never identified

It probably wasn’t a coincidence that this event occurred not long after remy started talking about how much it loved boys just as much as it loved girls, but that teas a bit too hot for this post

Logan’s sisters:

Ellen Adams-Waterson:

Age: 26

Pronouns: she/her

Height: 5’6”

Light auburn hair going just barely past the shoulders, honey eyes, fair skinned though mildly tanned, covered from head to toe with freckles, red framed rectangular glasses, usually wears clothes for comfort and especially likes turtlenecks

She’s a determined, steadfast kinda gal who fights for whats right and gives everything she has for her loved ones, especially her immediate family. Although she can be pretty blunt with her words she’s also kindhearted and wants whats best for everyone

She’s an avid writer, and has actually published a novel. She also dabbles in fanfiction and is unashamed about it

She’s married to a wonderful wife named Elizabeth and they have a daughter named Kaylee (15)

She’s also been trying to quit smoking but so far that has yielded no results

Ashley Fletcher (formerly Adams):

Age: 24

Pronouns: she/her

Height: 5’10”

Long light ash brown hair that reaches her tailbone that she keeps parted to the right, electric blue eyes, fair skinned and a face full of freckles, black rectangular glasses, tries to be fashion forward but mostly just wears T-shirts and denim jackets

She’s a trans woman and has been transitioning for a few years now with lots of support from her family. She’s a nice person but let’s people walk all over her a bit. She doesn’t like confrontation much because of her anxiety disorder, but she’s trying to get better with that

Loves acting and wants to pursue it as a career, but her anxiety makes it difficult to put herself out there

Married to a trans man named warren and they have a son named jack (11) and a daughter named Emma (6)

She met warren at a pride event with Logan and Patton, and it was actually Patton who met him first (although at the time he went by a different name and didnt know he was trans yet) and then introduced him to the others

They actually talked about adopting a child long before even considering marriage. Although they realised it would look better to adoption agencies if they were married, and that was the main reason they even went through all of that

Renae Adams:

Age: 21

Pronouns: she/her/he/him

Height: 6’8”

Short wavy hair dyed bright pink, amber eyes, fair skinned, a black *dabs* styling pair of Warby Parker’s, often wears high neck shirts and suit jackets, basically always business casual because she can, and loves wearing hoop earrings

There are two sides to Renae; either stone cold businessperson or happy go lucky memelord with a heart of gold. She’s a lot like Logan in that regard, although it’s harder to predict what side of her you’ll see at any given moment. She can either be a super soft bean or the scariest person on the planet

Has been dealing with OCD her whole life, and sometimes it gets particularly bad (especially the intrusive thoughts) but she has a therapist and psychiatrist she sees somewhat regularly

She runs her own coffee shop called Real Bean Café and it does fairly well. She’s always thinking about how she can improve her business

She’s aroace so she isn’t in a romantic relationship but she is in a queerplatonic relationship with a beautiful enby named Pigeon

They actually met in her coffeeshop. Renae saw Pigeon’s Attack on Titan T-shirt and was immediately compelled to talk to them

And that is it for part two of the character bios!!! Might make another post talking about Logan’s sisters’ kids and partners but idk we’ll see 👀

I just really like character designs man lmao

Lemme know if I need to tag anything else my brain box isn’t generating the required tags rn lmao

[the-writerly-night-owl]

New Member of the Family

Book: Desire and Decorum

Pairing: MC x Ernest Sinclaire

Summary: A new member of the family comes quicker then most and delivered by a one Edmund Marlcaster.

Authors Note: Long post incoming! This clocks at 2,000 words which surprised me. I don’t know who to pair Edmund up with honestly with Miss Sutton out of the way. I prefer Briar and Mr. Woods (if anyone has those stories please send them to me!) but it could be whoever you want since I left it vague. Enjoy!

Tag List!  @flyawayboo @queen-among-writers   @cosigottahavefaith  @am-i-invisible777 @countrymusicandncis-blog @fluffy-cat-whisper @melodyofgraves @symonde 

It was an over cast day as the sky was a formidable shade of gray that threatened to burst, but never did. By the pondside at Edgewater Clara Sinclaire wrote in her journal as she checked on the baby next to her. He was sitting up looking curiously around as she tipped his chin so he could look at her.

“Yea, you’re so cute Andrew,” she said cooing at the infant as she turned him on his stomach encouraging him to crawl. “Mama loves you.”

He drooled as Clara used a handkerchief to wipe his face as her other son, Laurence, raced past her. Behind him quickly following was Ernie trying to tag him.

“Boys stay away from the edge of the water,” called Ernest as he chased after him. Vincent quickly gaining speed behind him. The boys were running away from someone but why they didn’t really scatter she wasn’t sure.

Clara just shook her head as she did a quick head check to keep track of her children. The boys were playing tag and the girls next to her playing with their dolls. Good, she thought, as she smiled at Mabel and Georgiana happily playing almost shouting at each other to be heard.

“I caught you,” called Vincent as he finally tagging someone. “You’re its Georgiana.”

The girls put down their dolls before joining in the game of tag as Clara shook her head. So much for them winding down for now as they had participated in the last two games of tag. She looked down at Andrew again as she made a face that made him giggle. He was going to be one soon enough as Clara was already thinking ahead of what to do for it.

“I’m out of this round I need rest,” said Ernest as he put a hand up. That seemed to upset the kids as they ran straight at him as they hugged his legs. “I’m going to sit with your mom and brother for now. Your cousins Katherine and Harry will be here soon though.”

Gently he pried off Mabel off his leg as she ran along following her brothers and elder sister. Edmund was going to be arriving soon with his two children. Ernest smiled as he took a spot next to Clara as she grinned at him. It was quiet as they watched the kids play as Ernest put his arm around her and kissed her cheek. Giggling Clara let her pages air out as she put the book aside and rested her head against his arm.

“Guess who’s crawling toward you,” she said as she saw Andrew pulled himself up next to him. “It’s hard to believe he’s going to be one soon.”

Ernest pulled up Andrew on his lap as he peered curiously at the buttons on his jacket before pulling at them. Ernest took his hands and played with them for a moment.

“It’s going to be time for us to try for baby number seven,” he teased as Clara giggled as she wrapped an arm around his waist. That didn’t actually sound too bad, she thought, grinning. He leaned in and kissed her as the back door to the estate opened. Clara turned to look to see her grandmother coming towards them with a rather pensive expression on her face.

“Clara, Ernest there you are,” said Dominique as she sat at the bench behind him. Reluctantly Ernest pulled away from Clara as he turned his attention to his son as he listened to what the women were saying. “Dinner will be ready when Edmund gets here. What is this?”

“My journal,” said Clara as she made sure the ink was for sure as she firmly shut the pages and put it in her bag she carried with the children’s needs in it.

“I didn’t know you wrote,” she said getting a good look at it before she cleared her throat. “Will Vincent be joining us for dinner?”

“Yes he is,” said Ernest as he squeezed Clara’s hand.

“I’ll help decide on dinner,” said Clara as she kissed her husband’s lips softly as Dominique only flushed. Despite having six children the open display of affection was rather unconventional. She took Andrew from his lap as they headed inside. He needed a nap before eating anyway. Behind them Ernest got up as well to round up the children to wash and have their downtime.

Together the two strode inside Edgewater hand in hand as they smiled at each other.

Ernest took Vincent and Ernie to the study, so they could work. Clara took the others to the parlor as Georgiana was to work on her sampler. Her sewing was really improving as she helped her. Laurence and Mabel playing quietly with their toys that they did have here.

Finally, after an hour had passed did the next carriage pull up that housed Edmund and his two children. He had married not too long after Ernie was born, and his children were Georgiana and Laurence’s age, which was five and seven.

“Hello aunt,” chorused both children as Harry bowed to her and Katharine curtsied. Both of them were smiling that it looked as their faces were going to burst.

“Hello Mrs. Sinclaire,” said Edmund as he followed in after them as he kissed her cheeks.

“We have a surprise for you and our cousins,” said Katharine as her brother shot her a look. “It’s for after dinner though.”

Clara looked at Edmund a bit surprised as he shook his head. “We mustn’t tell them what it is,” said Edmund sternly to his daughter who nodded shyly.  “Now run along and find your cousins. I’m sure they’re very hungry and eager to see you.”

“They’re in the nursery,” said Clara as she smiled at them to head up,

The two children headed up as they all started toward the dining room. It was still rather dull as her grandmother tried her best to keep Clara up on the gossip. The former Miss Bowman passed giving birth to her third child. Viscount Westonly’s widow had remarried again, she was on her third husband this time. King George was getting worse day by day.

It was long a long dinner as Clara could only smile as she saw Edmund talking with her son. She felt a pang of sadness run through her. They were going to have to send him off to boarding school in the fall as she took a breath. There was still five other children to care for. If they were back at Ledford the entire family would be eating together and not just the eldest.

“I’m going to go and check on Andrew,” said Clara whispering to her husband.

“Can you wait Clara?” asked Edmund. “The kids really want to give you all your surprise at the same time.”

“Alright, how about I get them together?” she asked as he nodded looking very happy.

Clara gave Edmund a long look before going upstairs to get the kids. Their dinner was just about over as well.

Not even knocking she entered the room to find the kids finishing up their food. Ernie telling his younger siblings some story or another. The nursemaid, Ellen, stood up and curtsied to her as Clara just smiled at her.

“I think it’s time for you to share your surprise,” said Clara to the children as Ellen followed after the children.

Just behind her was Katharine and Harry as they were excited. After them the others followed in tow ready for the surprise whatever it might be. The family had gathered in the living room with Dominique, Edmund, and Ernest already there talking amongst themselves. Mr. Marlcaster had a large box in front of him as Katharine and Harry raced toward him.

Clara and Ellen helped get the kids settled down on the carpet as Andrew tried to crawl over to the box. She made a face as she went to pick him up and sat next to Ernest.

“Do you know what it is?” asked Clara in a whisper to her husband.

“I do, and I think you’ll like it,” said Ernest as he pressed his lips to her temple and rubbed Thomas’s head affectionately.

“Alright here it is,” said Harry as the three of them pulled off the top of the box together.

Then there was nothing leaving everyone puzzled. Edmund put up a finger before he poked his hand inside as there was a small… bark?

The box tumbled over as a puppy tumbled out as it panted facing them as it yipped at them. It was adorable as it was black and white with tan spots around its eyes and cheeks. Clara glanced over at Edmund as she couldn’t help but grin. She once had a pug named Mr. Bingley before but it had passed shortly after Georgiana was born. They had yet to get a dog since.

“She’s yours,” said Katharine proudly.

“Doggie,” said Mabel as she went over to pet it. The dog sniffled at her before rubbing his head against her hand.

As quick as they were the kids surrounded the dog petting her fur and licking them as they played together. It was quite adorable as Clara watched them play with the dog. Next to her Lady Grandmother put a hand to her chest as she seemed happy for them too.

“Children what do we say to uncle and cousins?”  asked Ernest as the kids shot up.

“Thank you, uncle and cousins,” chorused the children all at once. Georgiana even went up to hug him as Edmund looked surprised before patting her head. She giggled before going off to play the puppy again.

“What are you going to name her?” asked Clara as Andrew gurgled in her lap.  

That seemed to be the worst question to ask as all of them had an idea. Ernest held his hand up to keep them from talking over each other. This had to be had done one at a time. “P… peh… Pip… a,” mumbled Andrew in her lap.

“Hey I think Andrew named her,” said Vincent as he heard him trying to talk. It seemed easier to let him name her rather than fight over it. “Pippa.”

“I like it,” said Georgiana as she giggled patting the dogs head. She barked back at her enjoying the rubbing. “Miss Pippa Sinclaire.”

“I wanted to name her Lady,” protested Laurence.

“Alright she’s Lady Pippa Sinclaire,” said Ernie as he rubbed Pippa’s tummy. “You’re a good girl.”

The kids clamored around her as they went to show her around the inside of Edgewater. At least where they could go as the puppy stuck close to Mabel. Next to her Lady Grandmother turned to talk to Ernest about something as Clara held her son and crossed the room to sit next to Edmund.

It was quiet between them as she listened for the kids as they were telling the dog where everything was.  

“I asked Ernest and he said it was alright. He wanted to keep it a surprise for you,” said Edmund as he smiled at her. “The kids were happy she went with someone they knew and liked.”

“Well thank you, that was a very sweet idea,” said Clara as she took his hand.

“It’s not a problem,” he said with a small wistful smile on his face.

It was quiet as Ernest kissed her head once Edmund and Lady Grandmother were talking with each other. “Did you like my surprise?” he asked as Clara giggled.

“Of course I did,” she said. “And now we have a new member of the family for right now.” Clara leaned in close to him as a sly grin on her face as she blinked up at him. “Who knows we may or may not have another.”

Ernest flushed as he whispered right back. “I don’t think I’ll ever stop wanting to do that with you,” he said as Clara smiled kissing her sons head. Maybe they would have another baby sometime.