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lordofhunger47 · 2 years ago

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Twins Vs Triplets

Stanley was in the hospital, and Wendy just gave birth to triplets to the surprise of everyone, having twins was a tradition in the Pines family but Triplets? That’s another story.

Currently, The infant boy which got named Tyrone was in Dipper’s hands and the father looked like he was going to faint any moment, with the girl named Anna in Mabel’s hand who was ecstatic beyond words and the other named Avalon in the hands of the sat down Wendy on the bed.

“Yo Stan! Come and say hi to your Great-Nephew’s daughter!” the mother urged her Grunkle-in-law to come, once Ley hesitantly got the baby something happened which made his pupils grow big.

“ Guug-gaa.” the babe uttered, causing a storm of wholesomeness to take over Stanley looking at her with almost sparky eyes, for minutes he kept the baby in his hands as if he was afraid she would fall from his hands and crack to a million pieces like a glass jar.

“Stanley? It’s my time now.” His brother stepped in and gestured to him to give him the baby.

“NO!” he moved her to his chest in a protective hug “get your own infant to corrupt!” he hissed.

“It’s my time now Stanley! Fair and square!” Ford pressured his brother to give him the baby.

“Catch me if you can, nerd!” Stanley ran with the baby from the running Stanford, and just like that the history rhymes itself with the running Stanley with a baby away from another elder Pines just like when he first time saw Dipper and Mabel when they were infants and didn’t let Sherman to hold them because he was greedy as the wife and husband rolled their eyes with the aunt giggled at seeing the Grunkles making a fool out of themselves.

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Years later…

‘ What was I thinking?’ The same thought came into Stan and Ford’s minds, maybe agreeing to babysit Dipper and Mabel’s triplets wasn’t a very good idea, don’t get me wrong both elder twins loved the young Triplets; however, they as they learned can be a handful.

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“Look Grunkle! It’s my new pet!” Avalon said cheerfully with a collared angry Mongolian sandworm that was on her head and trying to swallow her with half of her head from up.

Stanford nearly suffered a heart attack as he looked in horror, nearly fulfilling Bil’s prophecy about his cause of death.

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* BOOOOOOOM! *

“AAAAAAAAAH!” Stan wakes up from his bed screaming.

“Happy April’s fools old dinosaur! Have you scammed someone today?” Anna with a bugle greeted a woke-up Stanley.

“I’m both annoyed and proud at the same time,” he said, annoyed.

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“HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Tyron in a white coat and black experiment goggles laughed maniacally because he used necromancy and forbidden science to bring the life to a dead frog with metallic antennas, patched body parts of various animals such as a chicken leg for its right leg, a crab arm for its left arm and bat wings and it currently was flying all over the living room. “I HAVE CREATED LIFE!”.

Older Pines twins were using a chair and a table to shield themselves from the rabid bat frog that was attacking them to give them vampire-zombies rabies.

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Is it any wonder every time Wendy and Dipper weren’t in the house they hired or convinced someone to babysit the kids of their chaotic nature? The Stan twins came to this conclusion as they tried to find the young triplets in the garden.

“I swear these sassy kids will be the end of us.” Ford’s twin grumbled.

“I wonder if this is karmic justice for us Pines being a bunch of sassy trouble-seekers.” Stan’s twin wondered.

“Our family does have a trend of bringing trouble seekers, but these knuckleheads are even more of a rascal than any member of the Pines family in the history of our family tree!” The conman uttered in exasperation.

“Perhaps this is a genetic quirk which is only amplified thanks to the addition of the Corduroy genes.” The scientist hypothesized as he looked over a bush for the hidden rascals.

“Over here!” The duo looked over and saw smug girls up in a tree. “Oh, you little brats are soooo grounded for making us try to find you for an hour!” Ley pointed in accusation toward them who didn’t look even a bit intimidated.

“Stanley, wait, there are only the girls, where’s Tyrone?” Stanley’s brother was puzzled, before any of them had the chance to register the girls leaped from the top of the tree on the ground and started racing.

“Catch us if you can, old man!” a running Ava taunted.

“Don’t sass me young lady!” a chasing con artist responded to the sassy girl.

While the hustler was pursuing the puffed-haired child, the six-fingered man ran after the other Pines kid who pranced into a bush, The man of science now was left to solve the puzzle which is finding his target who kept showing her head out of the plant and goad him in grabbing him.

“Here!” from Left.

“Here!” from Right.

“Here!” from Middle.

“Here!” Right.

Annable kept popping her head from the bush and disappeared repeatedly with Ford trying to snatch her each time "Oh in the name of-" he was becoming tired so he just jumped into the bush only for the redhead girl to then jump out of the bush and ran away.

“Too slow!”

The multiversal traveler sighs deeply and comes out of the bush to follow her.

While Ford was busy running toward the pink shirt kid, Stan trying to look for the goggled girl with a withered hat, he stumbled upon a shadow behind a tree which prompted him to grin. “Oh, I wonder where that little twerp went? Maybe I should check the basement and- AHA!” He quickly moved behind the tree only to see a dummy made in a crude fashion of her with a note that said “‘I Outscammed ya!? No one out-scammed the scamp-scap-scar…!

"It's scammer." Ford corrected him as he was chasing.

"No one asked you for literature lessons!" He takes the note and violently smashes it in his fist in outrage and pride over the fact that he got out conned by the Pines kid.

“Nice sprinting, I just got warmed up!” Annable blew a raspberry at the now tired elder who kept chasing her circles. “My * breath* body * breaths* is not * breath * what it used to be…” the panting dimension hopper vocalized, years haven’t been kind to the elder Pines much on their body and stamina even though they used paranormal means to extent their lives.

“We just got started!” Avalon came and joined her partner in crime and went inside the house.

As the author of the journals was busy collecting himself, his sibling came and joined in. “Not any better chances huh?” he questioned breathing, “Oh this time they are not going to fool us!”- he clapped his hands together -”Come Poindexter! they are now inside the house, we will find them, come!” he gestured his twin to follow him to the inside of the home, there were no lights and everything was suspiciously dark.

“Now where is the switch to turn on the-” without any warning, every light in the house got lit up.

"SURPRISE!" The entire set of triplets greeted the startled Old men with glitters flying all over.

“What in tarnation…” once the ex-Mr Mystery’s eyes adjusted and left his hands away from his face, he saw a big sign from the roof which said ‘SURPRISE!’ in numerous colors with the trio in the living room welcoming him.

“What’s this now?” He looked confused.

“Isn't it obvious? It’s a surprise! Otherwise, why do you think we kept trying to keep you out of the house?” Ty informed them.

“But, our birthday is not today,” Fordsy noted.

“So what? That doesn’t mean we can’t do something nice for our favorite Great uncles!” Ava counteracted his point.

“Here, we made this together!” Anna responded and then gave them a present warped in red colors and white dolts with a golden ribbon. Stan and Ford at first looked suspicious, thinking this is just another prank until they opened the cover and found out that it was genuine, what they saw was a brown diary with glitters and labels written ‘Stanley and Stanford Pines: Our Heroes’ when they see inside of it they found images and pictures of them but younger from when they were kids, their older versions spending time with Mabel and Dipper across the years from when they were 12 years old till their graduation and their marriage to their respective spouses and finally it was them hanging out with the triplets and then a series of blankets which said 'Make new memories with us' in first of all blanket papers , the nostalgic hit the Old Pines hard and were touched by this gift with Stan, in particular, was in the verge of crying.

“Are you crying?” Tyrone teased.

“NO! I’m allergic to all your sasses!” Stanley immediately wiped his tears and shouted out at the chuckling kid, Ford couldn’t help but smile ‘ These kids are going to grow into fine individuals.’ he thought warmly.

#wendy corduroy #wendip #original characters #stan pines #tyrone pines #ava pines #avalon pines #annable pines #gravity falls #fanfic #my fanfiction #gravity falls fanfiction #gravity falls fanfic

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the-sprog · 3 years ago

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I just had an idea.

Could you imagine a crossover between Camp Camp and Gravity Falls?

It's the year after the events of each series.

After Cameron Campbell gets demoted, David has to find another way of keeping the camp afloat (other camps sell shit, like cookies and pop corn, but he can't get the campers to actually make something w/o making an absolute mess), so he has to resort in finding a sponsor.

He picks up every flayer he see in town offering money (Max (who now lives with David, you will have to fight me on that) makes sure the guy's not walking in on a very obvious scam, straight up destroying the shady flayers), and he comes across an offering from a few towns over. A researcher of the supernatural asking for sightings of said supernatural kind, in exchange for a weirdly large sum of money.

At first, both Max and David opt for getting rid of it. But then, of all combination of people, both Quartermaster and Cameron Campbell vouch for this "Stanford Pines" (unbeknownst to all of them for vastly different reasons. You see, QM was referring to a colleague of a "friend" of his that went missing after an experiment. Campbell, on the other hand, was thinking of an old partner in crime, a fellow scambag).

Max tries to convince David that if those two are agreeing on something like that, it means you shouldn't listen to them! Actually, you shouldn't listen to them at all, so if they both say the same thing, you should be actively avoiding whatever they were talking about.

But then he investigates himself and... Well... It actually seems legit. So they can't really pass up an opportunity like that. The camp needs the money, it sure as hell is full of weird supernatural cryptic shit, so why not! It was just a weird guy with a weirdly large amount of money he had nothing to do with.

So Gwen calls (not David. He gets stressed out when it comes to doing business with people) and they settle on an agreement.

So when summer comes around they're greeted by the sight of not one, not three, but two new campers! And a pig. The pig is also there. Waddle deserves the world.

When they arrive, Dipper and Mabel, are greeted by an overly (and frankly conceningly) happy young adult and the angstiest 10yo they had ever met. And also by the biggest amount of swear words they had ever heard in such a short period of time.

Even Grunkle Stan avoided excessive swearing in front of them.

Most of the time.

When he told them they would all spend the summer in a summer camp, they were a little bummed. When his twin said it was because the place seemed to have an abnormal amount of weird sighting, Dipper began packing immediately (he started his own journal with his own findings from the past summer, and he wasn't going to pass up this opportunity). When he told Mabel that she would have all the arts and craft supplies her heart desired, and that she could spend the summer making sweaters and scrapbooks with others that shared the same hobbies she started packing furiously as well.

Even though they weren't aware there was just one other kid there for arts and crafts.

They were going to miss Soos, Wendy and the others, but they had promised to visit over the summer.

The twins where sure they were going to be the odds ones out there, but they didn't think it was going to be because they're the most normal.

The various campers introduce themselves and all four Pines have a near heart attack when Harrison shows up.

Stanford nearly dropkicks the kid when he does real, honest to god magic in front of him.

Dipper makes friends with Nikki, Neil and Nerris, mostly. While kinda drooling on Ered (which Mabel endlessly teases him about).

While Mabel gets along with most everyone, even if she struggles acting normal with Harrison, and gets frustrated by Max.

They felt weird about being the oldest ones there (apart from Ered, who's 1 year older than them. I think she was at least a teen when camp started, since the campers acted like Dipper and Mabel did with Wendy and her friends), but they manage.

David decides to change the rooming charts and puts Dipper in the same tent as Max.

Since the new kid can't shut up and keeps asking questions, Max decides to tell him what he wants to know in hopes to get him to stay quiet.

He tell him about the ghost on Spooky island (who David can't know about), the weird ex-fish guy in the lake, Harrison who can just do actual magic, the previous camp overrun by squirrels and Quartermaster.

He's still a little shit, so he doesn't actually explain what about Quartermaster makes him suitable for what he's looking for, because he thinks it's funnier if he figures it out on his own.

That's all I have tbh. I'd write it but I'm not too good with Gravity Falls and I wouldn't do it justice. So if anyone does I'd be happy to read it.

#camp camp #camp cambell #gravity falls #camp camp x gravity falls crossover #camp camp x gravity falls

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nataliedanovelist · 5 years ago

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GF - Shards of Glass 1/2

After over thirty years, Ma is getting paid a visit, all thanks to the persuasion of a sweater-making, pig-loving teenager. A loud HAPPY BIRTHDAY for Stanley and Stanford Pines, born June 15th 19?? (who cares?) Part 2 will be posted on June 30th to conclude the celebration of their existence. So stay tuned!

@thestanbros

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Mabel had never been on a plane before.

Well, okay, that wasn't entirely true; she had been on an airplane before, but she was so little back then and she didn't remember it now, so to her brain this was her first time on a plane, and she didn't like it much. She had to chew on gum the whole time to keep from getting a headache and the WiFi was too slow to function, so she daydreamed about the summer ahead as she watched the clouds roll by and imagined shapes.

Once, when she and Dipper were really little, maybe four or five, they had flown down to Ma Pines' house all the way in New Jersey for a holiday. Probably Thanksgiving since Mabel only had three memories of that trip. She remembered yummy sweet potatoes with marshmallows that she ate as much as she was allowed, she remembered the distinct smell of the flat, and she remembered…

"Attention passengers, we will be arriving in Glass Shard, New Jersey in five minutes. Please remain seated until instructed to exit the plane, and as always thanks for flying with us at…"

"Dipper, we're here!" Mabel cheered and checked her phone, her other hand busy petting a disturbed Waddles on her lap. By the time a message would load to her great uncles they would already be in front of them, so there was no point in sending a text to alert them of the arrival. "This is so exciting! A whole month sailing with my three favorite people in the world!"

"I'm so excited to see all the anomalies the guys were talking about." Dipper said, looking up from his special journal to smile at his twin. "Maybe we'll see a real adlet!"

"But first I wanna see where Grunkle Stan and Ford grew up!" Mabel piped in. "Maybe we'll see the cave where they found the Stan O' War!"

"Maybe," Dipper said, unsure how true that word was. "But don't you think they might not want to stay very long? I wouldn't be surprised if they want to set sail as soon as we get there."

"But what about their mom?" Mabel asked. "Don't they want to see her?"

Dipper looked down at the silver pinetree on his blue book. Their great-grandmother was a tough old bird (as Grandpa Shermie called her) and was still going in her early nineties. Grant it, she didn't do much besides give an occasional palm reading to keep herself busy, but she was definitely still around. Grandpa Shermie was good about staying in touch with her from what Dad said, and Dad called her every Sunday, but she was still relatively lonely due to the fact that her husband was gone (good riddance) and two of her sons hadn't spoken to her in thirty years. ("Stanford" had been very quiet during Stanley's funeral, had refused to attend Filbrick's, and when Grunkle Stan saw Dipper and Mabel being born he left just before Ma arrived at the hospital.) While a visit was way overdue, it might be too little too late.

"I'm sure they want to see her," Dipper finally said as he looked back up at Mabel. "But it might be too hard, now. And not just for them, you know? How would she take it? Would she even believe them?"

Mabel's attitude dropped a little bit more. She shrugged and scratched the spot Waddles can never reach. "I dunno… Dad took the news okay."

Dipper smiled. When their parents' had gotten Mabel's letter their mother didn't believe them, but their father took them seriously and only shrugged and said, "Yup, that sounds like my uncles, alright."

"I think it's a good idea to see Ma, but let's not pressure them, okay?" Dipper settled on.

"Don't worry, Bro-Bro." Mabel said confidently. "It'll all work out. Oo! Look, look, look! We're here! Look, Dipper, look!"

"Okay okay, I'm looking." Dipper chuckled as they both watched the ground come closer and closer, the plane landing safely on the runway and gliding peacefully.

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Ford had always been more collected and self-contained of the dynamic duo; this became apparent as he was able to stand perfectly calm in the airport with his hands on the pockets of his blue jacket while Stan tapped his foot impatiently and checked his phone every minute, even though he never received a notification or heard a ringtone. Ford smiled and came up with a joke to poke the bear with. "Well well, has Stanley Pines truly gone soft for two teenagers?"

"Shaddup." Stan growled but smiled back nonetheless.

"You know, a watched pot never boils. Just relax."

"I ain't worried or nothing, Poindexter," Stan defended. "Sorry that an uncle's excited to see his kids!"

"I'm happily anticipating their arrival, as well," Ford chuckled. "I'll admit it, Mabel's idea of sailing with us is a fantastic one. Why in the Multiverse she wanted to go so badly she felt compelled to beg for a month straight…"

"Believe it or not, the kids like us." Stan lightly punched his shoulder. "I'm sure all they want is to be stuck on a boat with two cool old men for a month with nothing but fish and an occasional monster for company."

"And a pig."

Stan snorted. "I try to forget that naked jerk."

"And we all know how great of a job you…" Ford cut himself off, turning red and fearing he had crossed a line, but Stan laughed loudly and slapped his knee.

"Okay okay, you got me there…"

"Stanley,"

"What?"

Just as Stan turned around, his eyes landed on the two most precious things in the world: a boy in a ushanka and navy blue vest with a green t-shirt and blue jeans, a journal in his hands and a large backpack on his shoulders, and a girl with shoulder-length brown hair kept back with a red headband, wearing a purple sweater with a big pink heart that held a golden fish and a golden six-fingered hand, a pig in her arms and a huge suitcase just busting at the seam with sweaters and arts n' crafts supplies.

Mabel grinned with teeth free of braces and tears in her eyes and let Waddles down so they could all run freely. Stan broke into a run for his pumpkin and ignored the squealing pig that arrived at him first by a split second, little hooves on his jeans and button eyes requesting cuddles. Stan scooped Mabel up into his arms and held her tight, her arms wrapped around his neck and her face in his shoulder. Dipper was at his legs in an instant and hugged him, not bothering to pretend it's a chokehold or a means to make the old guy trip and fall. Stan freed an arm to keep him close, and not even a second after Dipper joined the hug Ford was by his brother's side and Dipper adjusted to hug him, too.

Stan heard a small sniff and rubbed Mabel's back. "Sweetie, you're not crying, are you?"

Mabel lifted her head up from his shoulder to look at him, wiping away the tears on her cheeks and eyes. "N-No…" Her smile unwavering through her white lie.

Stan chuckled warmly and put her down next to her twin. "Alright, let us get a good look at you two."

"You've seen us at least once a week." Dipper reminded him. They video-chatted constantly and there wasn't a day they didn't exchange an email or a text message.

"This is different, now shaddap and let me work through my cataracts." Stan and Ford looked at the kids hungrily, who was looking back at them just the same, as if they couldn't absorb each other's appearances enough. Which was probably true. "You've both gotten taller."

"I'm taller than Mabel now!"

"By one milometer!"

"Now don't get short with your brother." Ford said with a smile, making every laugh, including Mabel, who shrugged with a "whatcha gonna do" atmosphere to it.

"And your teeth look amazing, pumpkin!" Stan commented; back in March she had gotten the braces removed and admitted to being unsure if her teeth looked good enough, but they dazzled beautifully when she grinned and apart from a painful reminder that she was growing up, Stan was pleased with the new change.

"And the pictures and video don't do your hair justice. You look beautiful." Ford got on one knee and ruffled her hair, making her giggle and playfully swat his hand away. "I must ask, was there a reason for the new hairstyle, or did you simply fancy trying something new?"

"Let's just say an arts n' crafts accident didn't leave me much choice." Mabel said with a wink.

"She set her hair on fire and we had to cut off the dead ends." Dipper spoiled.

"Dipper! I gotta keep some secrets! It makes me look cool and mysterious!"

"No more secret, sweetie." Stan laughed alongside her.

"And Dipper, my boy, you've certainly grown up a lot since we've last seen you." Ford noted as he stood back up.

"Yeah, who gave you permission to look more manly and junk?"

Dipper rolled his eyes at Grunkle Stan's comment, but Mabel chimed in first. "He's already grown five chest hairs! I bet he named them, too."

"I did not!"

"He won't let me see, though…"

"Last time you saw my chest hair you put it in your scrapbook!"

"That's cuz it was your first, Dip-Dip. The rest aren't as special."

The uncles laughed at the kids' playful bickering and Stan took Mabel's suitcase and they ventured out of the airport with Waddles in Mabel's arms.

With the airport being on the furthest side of town from the beach, Stan flagged down a cab and they piled in for the docks. The entire car-ride they filled each other in on their lives, the kids talking about school and the adults giving brief summaries of some of their adventures. Waddles moved from Mabel's lap to Stan's, and without a single comment and only funny looks from the others, Stan scratched the pig as he talked and listened.

At long last the cab pulled up to the docks and the kids ran out, tired of sitting after a six-hour flight and a twenty-minute car ride, while Ford paid for the ride. The younger set of twins raced to the boat they had only seen pictures of and marveled at the vessel before them. Already showing signs of harsh weather and tons of love, the Stan O' War II stood strong on the gentle sea salt waves, the white letter shining in the early-afternoon sun. With a cozy cabin with a downstairs bedroom and an upstairs everything room, a hardtop for astronomy and sunbathing, and a big enough cockpit for the small family, the Stan O' War II had been an excellent home for the old pair of twins and the younger pair of twins were excited to live here for the first half of summer.

"There she is, kids!" Stan said proudly, a hand on Dipper's shoulder. "This ole girl survived Fiji Monkeys, sirens, and five different krakens. It's completely and totally safe." And then a piece of the antenna for the TV fell off.

"Grunkle Stan, if we can survive in the Mystery Shack for an entire summer, I think we'll be fine here." Dipper said while Mabel ran up to the boat and climbed up with Ford behind her.

"What do you think, my dear?"

"It's BEAUTIFUL!" Mabel squealed and hoisted Waddles up into the boat with them, her eyes sparkling with stars as she took in every detail. "I can't wait to get splinters and name all the moldy spots!"

"Unfortunately, there aren't any moldy spots yet." Ford chuckled. "But there are some craters in the wood that haven't been named."

"Leave that to Mabel!"

When Stan and Dipper joined them, the old men took the kids downstairs to the bedroom to unload their things and get situated. What once used to only hold a set of bunk beds and a dresser now also hosted a set of hammocks hooked to the wall and the dresser, one on top of the other for the kids. Mabel squealed with delight and snuggled into the lower one (still a little afraid of heights) and Dipper said, "Whoa, cool! Thanks, guys."

"Well, can't have you two gremlins sleeping out on deck, can we?" Stan asked. He clapped his hands together and declared, "Alright! You two get settled while Ford and I get us out at sea…"

Mabel sat up on her knees, her hands on the edge of the hammock. "Wait, Grunkle Stan! Aren't you gonna give us the grand tour?"

Stan shrugged. "It's a small boat. Not much to tour, kid."

"I mean Glass Shard Beach." Mabel pressed. "You could show us that old candy store and your swing-set and the boardwalk you used to play in!"

Ford looked over at his brother; while he could stomach saying here a little longer, he wasn't sure how comfortable Stan was taking a trip down memory lane, but then again Stan was always preaching about how "the past's in the past" and "old memories shouldn't stop us from making newer, better ones," but that didn't excuse the fact that Stan had been quick to suggest leaving the docks as soon as they picked up the kids and get the supplies they needed when they first arrived.

But Stan smiled, crossed his arms over his chest, and smirked, "I don't see why not? You cool with it, Sixer?"

Ford smiled at his family. "I think it's a wonderful idea. The boardwalk should be open, maybe the Freak Show is still there."

"Freak Show?! Let's go!" Mabel hopped out of her hammock and the four left the boat for town.

Walking alongside the beach and letting Mabel ride on Stan's shoulders, the kids got a good glimpse of the town. They eventually decide to walk into it on the way to the boardwalk, the old men wondering how much Glass Shard had changed.

It was an odd combination of "nothing changes" and "everything changes". The buildings were still the same, not much torn down or rebuilt, but the interiors were mostly updated or something completely different. They passed the Juke Joint and Stan found he couldn't ignore the growl in his stomach. Nothing but the staff had changed (and the prices had gone up due to inflation), the wall art and food and music still the same, but they had a fun time in the diner as the adults told the kids why What's New Kittycat wasn't an option in the jukebox.

After the late lunch, they were just about to enter the boardwalk when they spotted the candy store that mostly sold saltwater taffy, but they also sold jelly jeans, toffee peanuts, peanut brittle, and any kind of candy anyone could want. Though the store had been given a clean update since Ford and Stan were children, the candy was better than they remembered and they all filled their pockets with bags of sweets. Then they strolled along the Boardwalk and while they didn't play many games, the Stan-twins had a lot of fun telling stories that came along with each and every booth.

At the end, in a giant tent with a devil at the front, stood the Freak Show. Of course, none of the adults from the old men's childhood were still around, except for one muscular guy with tons of tattoos who growled at Mabel like an animal but then broke into a smile as she complimented his look and asked where she could get a cool tattoo of a headless seagull.

"Well, tear off my limbs and call me the next human pickle!" The very old tattoo guy said, his hair white and his skin in wrinkles, but his muscles still somehow very toned and his tattoos still clear as ever. "Good ole Six Fingers! How've you two been? These squirts normies?"

Dipper pulled off his hat and pushed back his bangs. "Who you calling normie?"

The whole tent gasped and a woman with hair growing all over her face said tearfully, "One of us."

"Yup, these little weirdos are Dipper and Mabel, our brother's grandkids." Stan introduced proudly.

"Aw, well ain't that swell!" A puppet said for it's puppeteer.

"So wait, you knew our great-uncles when they were kids?" Dipper asked the oldest weirdo.

"Tell us some embarrassing stories about them!" Mabel bugged, her hands on the guy's knee.

The old tattooed guy laughed. "Embarrassing?! Ha! Your uncles were cool little weirdos who made this dock more bearable! Nearly caught a devil at ten-years-old to boot!..."

"You did WHAT?!" The kids gasped at their beaming uncles.

"... Stan over there knew more swears than anyone else his age and Ford knew more secrets than anyone ever. Those two were hands-down the best pair of twins this side of the Mississippi!"

Ford, who was rosy in his cheeks, had his hands in his pockets and commented, "The Sibling Brothers would have loved to disagree."

"What who now?" Mabel asked.

"The worst pair of uptight dorks you would ever meet," Stan growled. "Ascot and Dickie. Blond-haired rich kids who claimed that no one solved a case quicker than them, but who found the Jersey Devil first, ey?!"

"You found WHAT?!"

"I wonder whatever happened to them." Ford pondered as he held his cleft chin.

"Who cares?" Stan said and motioned the kids out of the tent. "Now let's get outta here so I can show you what happens when a pelican eats a firecracker!"

"Stanley, no!"

"Stanley, YES!"

When the sun was setting beautifully on the ocean, the grunkles bought everyone some ice cream and they sat at the edge of the boardwalk to eat. At one point Stan got ice cream on his shirt with a small "Boo!" and had to leave to clean it off, but then got sidetracked and tried to cheat at a booth. Ford went over to rangle his brother, leaving the kids alone.

"Isn't this place great?" Mabel asked with Waddles licking her strawberry ice cream. "They were so lucky to grow up on a beach! Piedmont is so boring."

Dipper smiled at his sister and opened his mouth to respond, but something else caught his attention. A pair of look-alike kids were snickering and laughing as Grunkle Stan and Ford fought off a mean seagull that was trying to peek at the ice cream on Stan's chest. It was a cruel snicker, one the old men couldn't hear, but the kids could, only being a few feet away from them.

"What a couple of fools." The girl with short blonde curls laughed with a slight English accent.

"And does that one have six fingers?" The boy sneered with peering eyes, his hair greased and parted down the middle. "Ugh."

"Hey, hey!" Dipper snapped and stood up, pointing at the rude pair of siblings. "Shut it." He said darkly.

The boy scoffed with a cheeky smile. "Or what? What does it matter to you?"

"Yeah, you leave Grunkle Stan and Ford alone!" Mabel demanded, standing by her brother's side.

"Wait," The girl looked back at the old men, still fighting off the bird, and she cackled a mean laugh. "Six fingers? Rags for clothes? Stan and Ford? Are you the Pines family?"

Dipper and Mabel glared at them. "Yeah? So what?"

"I haven't heard that name since Uncle Ascot and Uncle Dickie told us about how they conquered the Jersey Devil and tricked some monsters to make the boys run away crying." The boy marveled.

Dipper and Mabel glared daggers at the kids, ready to snap at them, but a pair of adults came up behind the mean kids and a voice said coldly, "Bernard, Silvia, play nicely."

Mabel snickered. "Bernard…"

Dipper looked at the men who were around Ford and Stan's age. Their blond hair was freckled with gray, one of the men had a twirly mustache and wore a red and brown sweater-vest combo while the other was clean-shaved and wore a blue polo with khakis. Their blue eyes were cold and mean, and Mabel and Dipper instantly didn't like them. Ascot and Dickie smiled maliciously; these kids looked nearly identical to those pains in their sides. "I see twins run in your family, as well, do they?"

"Excellent deduction, Dickie." His brother commented. "My my my, I didn't think this town could get any worse, but here we are. Once again terrorized by the discount Mystery Twins."

"Hey!" Mabel snapped. "We're awesome! Our grunkles are the best! They go on super cool adventures all the time!"

Meanwhile Stan kicked the seagull away, making it squawk and dive for his red beanie. While Stan grabbed his hat in time and tugged, Ford grabbed the bird and pulled furiously.

Ascot and Dickie rolled their eyes in unison. "We can see that."

Huffing and puffing, Ford and Stan walked up to their kids while Stan readjusted his beanie and smiled down at the best pair of Mystery Twins he knew. "Kids, if we hurry we might make it to…"

Ford's eyes widened and then narrowed darkly. "No. Way."

"What? What…" Stan looked up and growled like an angry bulldog, a hand on Dipper and Mabel's shoulder instinctively. "Oh, great. You two."

"And so the Pines twins come crawling back, eh?" Ascot snorted. "I do hope the mysterious findings out in the West have served you well, Stanford, as you preached it would." He and his family looked up and down at their faded jeans and gruff stature.

"Clearly not." Dickie and the let slip his downfall. "And here I thought your family couldn't sink any lower."

He screamed as a pig bit his ankle and Stan stole the moment of weakness for his advantage, punching the old jerk in the face and Dickie slapping him in return, the two getting into a fight. The moment Stan punched Dickie, Ascot nearly punched Stan in retaliation, but Ford jumped him and started rolling on the docks with him. Mabel shrugged and pulled on Silvia's hair and punched her on the cheek while Bernard and Dipper began slapping each other.

And that was how Stan and Ford ended up fleeing from the cops with a teenager in their arms. Stan had to pull Mabel off of the girl like an angry cat at the sound of the sirens and Ford carried Dipper merely because the old scientist was much faster than the boy.

Luckily no one was hurt, aside from some bruises on their limbs from fighting, but Silvia had grabbed Mabel's arm awkwardly at some point during the fight and her long nails scratched Mabel's skin, actually just deep enough to make a bead or two of blood. So Ford sat Mabel on the table, her sleeve rolled up, while he tried to disinfect her injury, but Mabel kept pulling away and whimpering at the painful medicine.

"Mabel, please, you're worse than Stanley was." Ford said to ease the situation.

Mabel smiled and gripped his hand a little tighter as the medicine stung her arm. Ford then quickly wrapped it up as he scolded. "And really Stanley, you couldn't have controlled your temper?"

"You're one to talk, you jumped Ascot!"

"He was about to attack you!"

"Whatever, you were both awesome!" Dipper cheered.

"Yeah! Did you see the black eyes Dickie had!" Mabel laughed. "He'll be avoiding cameras for weeks!"

"Who says it never ends well to see old friends?" Stan asked and opened the cabinet to get started on a late dinner.

Over baked beans and hotdogs, or Beanies and Weenies as the Pines called them, Stan and Ford shared their plan with Dipper and Mabel, the map laid out on the table and the trail through Canada's islands written in pencil. The kids were beyond excited. The plan was actually pretty straightforward; they were all going home to Gravity Falls together. After first exploring Boston (mostly so the nerds in the family could geek about American History), they were going up north past Prince Edward Island and the Gulf of St. Lawrence, crossing the Labrador Sea for the Baffin Bay, passing the Cornwallis, Bathrust, and Melville Islands, sailing over the Beaufort Sea, down through the Chukchi Sea, and dipping around Alaska and down south for America until they arrived at Florence so the Stan O' War II could rest for whatever remained of summer.

"This looks incredible!" Dipper said, eyeing the newspaper articles on monsters around Canada and the foggy photographs that accompanied it.

"I'm so excited!" Mabel cheered, shoving her cheeks full of Beanies and Weenies.

"Then we'll head out first thing tomorrow!" Stan declared.

"Actually, can we go see Ma first?"

It was like a record had screeched horribly. Stan's whole body tensed, his jaw was tighter, and he was gripping his spoon much tighter than necessary. Ford, however, looked like he was caving in himself, like an animal curling up in fear to hide, his back hunched over and his head a bit lower. Dipper glared at his sister. "Mabel," He hissed in his warning tone.

"What?" Mabel asked gently. "I miss her. It'd be good to see her again, don't you think?"

"Well yeah, but…"

"I didn't know you had met her." Ford mumbled with a soft smile.

Mabel grinned. "Yeah! We talked on the phone sometimes when Dad would call. And we went to see her once. She loves us! She's super cool! She's the one that told me I'd one day marry a really handsome guy."

"She only said that cuz you wouldn't quit begging her to read your palm." Dipper sneered with a smile. "You know all her fortunes were fake, right?"

"The love behind them wasn't." Mabel insisted. "Come on, can't see just go say hello? We're already here, we might as well. She'd be so surprised!"

"I don't think that's a good idea, my dear." Ford said quietly.

"Why not?" Mabel asked gently.

"Well… given everything that has happened… it would just be very difficult."

"So is defeating a triangle demon, but you guys did it together, didn't you?" Mabel said with a soothing smile. She covered one of Ford's polydactyl hands and squeezed it reassuringly. "I know it'll be hard, but I think we should go see her? Don't you want to say hello?"

"Of course I do." Ford said quickly. "She's my mother, but…" His eyes went to Stan, suddenly concerned about something. "Stanley, you've been very quiet."

Mabel looked at her hero to find him engulfed in shame. She wondered if he had looked like that after Ford was lost behind the portal. He held his head with one hand, his elbows on the table, and the strong grunkle she knew resembled a tired old man too much for her liking. Mabel's heart dropped when she came to the conclusion that she caused that pain. "Grunkle Stan…"

"Look, it's no secret I did a bad job of staying in touch with her even before the portal business." Stan started with. "I definitely went months without a payphone for her."

"You're not the only one to blame." Ford sighed. "I hardly called her when I was in college and nothing changed when I moved to Gravity Falls. Fiddleford was actually the one who encouraged me to call her one day the summer before… before everything happened. That was the last time I spoke to her."

"Yeah well, I kept that character trait in my portrayal of you, Sixer." Stan growled, his anger at himself. "You know her; she's too smart. One long look at me and she would've known who I was. You can't fool the best conwoman in New Jersey. So I just straight-up avoided her. I didn't even go to Pa's funeral and showed up early to see you two gremlins being born, all so I could avoid her. And I would've been too tempted to dance on someone's grave if I had gone to the funeral." He added.

"Stanley,"

"Kidding, that was a joke. The point is, just popping in after all these years seems too little too late in my book. So, no. sorry, but we're not going."

"Grunkle Stan," Mabel said as soft as a kitten and got down from the table to stand next to him. "I'm sure Ma would wanna see you."

"I don't think so, sweetie…"

"That's not true." Mabel said firmly. "She loves you both. All moms love their kids, no matter how many stupid mistakes they make, or how old and grunkly they get." She added, making Stan crack a smile that didn't last long. "It doesn't matter how mad our mom would be, she'd still wanna talk to us. She even forgave Dipper for breaking her favorite mug."

"Geez, it's been five years…"

"And you still haven't replaced it, Dip-Dip." Mabel said and focused her attention on both of the old guys. "If you two really don't think you can go see Ma, it's okay. We don't have to go. But I think you guys want to go, and you two need to go. She needs to know the truth, she needs to know you're okay, and even if she doesn't take it well, at least you can say you tried and you won't have to worry about it anymore."

Stan and Ford's eyes flickered to each other to use that awesome twin-telepathy they had or whatever. Or maybe they were just close enough to be able to read minds with a single facial expression to go off of. Either way, Stan gently ruffled Mabel's hair with a smile and said, "Alright, we'll go see Ma tomorrow after breakfast."

Mabel wanted to cheer and shout and punch the air victoriously, but she managed to catch herself in time and only allowed a quiet "yes!" before hugging Grunkle Stan and saying, "I'm so proud of you guys." She quickly hugged Ford before returning to her dinner, choosing to ignore the star-struck looks on the old men's faces.

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A few hours later and Mabel was sitting criss-cross in her hammock, wearing pajamas while knitting. The gentle clicking of her needles harmonized with the gentle rocking of the waves and her grunkle's humming from the tiny bathroom. Dipper was above her, reading a book quickly before bed, and when Stan emerged from the bathroom in his boxers and undershirt, taking his gray hair damp with a towel, and saw that his twin wasn't preparing for bed, he growled, "Sixer, do I have to drug you again?! Get down here!"

"I'm coming!" Ford called back.

Stan rolled his eyes. "Yeesh. You kids settled in okay?"

"Yeah," Dipper said casually.

"I love these hammocks!" Mabel said, rocking hers a little with joy. "Maybe we should replace the mattresses at the Shack with these!"

Stan chuckled as he threw his towel at the foot of the bunk bed and he noticed the beautiful deep violet yarn in his niece's lap. "Whatcha workin' on, Mabel? 'Nother sweater?"

"Yup!" Mabel said proudly to show a thick and cozy purple sweater that was a little more detailed than her usual creations. While this one lacked any pictures or designs, the sleeves had been woven with a special pattern down the arm and the wrists and neck were so thick and fluffy they resembled odd clouds you could sink into. "I wanna show Ma how much better I've gotten since she taught me."

Surprisingly, the mention of his mother made Stan smile, not frown. Ford came down the stairs just in time to hear Mabel say that, and they both smiled tiredly at their niece. "I didn't know she taught you how to knit."

"Oh yeah," Mabel said with a nod and resumed her work. "When Dipper and I were four or five we visited her for Thanksgiving with Mom and Dad and Grandma and Grandpa. I don't remember much about it, but I remember the delicious sweet potatoes with marshmallows, the flat's smell, and that Ma taught me how to knit. Mom and Dad and Grandma were busy in the kitchen and didn't want my help (I still have no idea why), and Grandpa Shermie had fallen asleep while watching the parade. Ma sat in this rocking chair, and at first I thought she was a witch and doing magic, making two shiny sticks click together to make something, but Ma laughed and explained what she was doing and asked if I wanted to do it, too. So she let me sit on her lap and follow her hands as we made a really pretty blanket until dinner was ready. Ma even let me take some yarn and a pair of needles home with me, and I haven't stopped knitting since."

Stan smiled, sitting on the bottom bunk. "That's really cool, sweetie."

Ford, who had slipped into the bathroom to change into his blue flannel pajamas, called from the other side of the door, "She will love a Mabel Pines original."

"Thanks. I hope so." Mabel inspected her work and gave a quick nod of approval before packing it away in her suitcase and curling up for bed.

One by one everyone settled down. Ford emerged with clean teeth and pajamas and climbed up to his bed, putting his glasses up on a shelf by his head. Dipper turned off the lamp on top of the dresser, leaving only Stan's nightstand-lamp on, and he set his book down and began to settle. Stan was just about to turn off his lamp, but Mabel sat up and gasped, "Wait! You guys! Tell us about the Jersey Devil!"

Dipper sat up excitedly and sided with his twin. "Yeah! When were you gonna tell us that one, anyways?"

Stan shrugged with a cheeky smile and Ford chuckled. "Oh come on, you don't wanna hear about the first pair of Mystery Twins." Stan teased, waving the idea away.

"Yeah we do!" Dipper argued with a grin. "Come on!"

"It can even be our bedtime story!" Mabel suggested, snuggling into her blankets and smiling at her uncle with those adorable eyes and cheeks no man was immune to.

"How old are you again?"

"Oh, just tell them, Stanley."

"Alright alright," Stan rubbed his hands together with a toothy grin and wiggled his fingers to begin the story. "The year was 1960-something in Glass Shard Beach, New Jersey. Summer had just started, but before we could figure out which urban legend to hunt down that day, Pa called for Stanford and was really mad about something…"

"Now, hold on, Stanley." Ford said, sitting up a little from lying on his front and listening to his brother's story. "Pa called for both of us! In fact, we called for 'Stan Pines' but we both knew that meant he wanted us both."

"What?!" Stan gasped, pretending to be offended. "Me, innocent and perfect, being angrily called? Never!"

Dipper and Mabel laughed, not sure if Stan had ever truly been innocent, and so from that point forward the elder twins told the story together, interrupting each other with corrected versions of the story and doubling the runtime, but the kids weren't complaining. Hearing about the old Freak Show, killing the Sibling Brothers, and basically acting how Dipper and Mabel would act on a search for the devil, was hands-down the best bedtime story in the history of bedtime stories, and by the time they had gotten to the part where Shanklin the Stab-Possum saved the day, Waddles was asleep on Stan's bed and the kids were shiny-eyed.

"And that's how Stanley and I ended up grounded for the summer." Ford concluded with, adding in a shrug. "To be honest, we didn't even mind. Solitary confinement is't so bad with the right prison mate. Pa was angry when Stan confessed, but I think some small part of him appreciated the honesty. I guess I'll never know."

"And that's when you two knew you'd be adventuring together for the rest of your lives and everyone lived happily ever after!" Mabel cheered.

Ford laughed at her adorable nature and commented, "I suppose we did."

"Alright, everyone get some shut eye." Stan gruffed as he laid down, gently pushing Waddles out of the way so he could rest his legs, but all that did was cause the pig to trot up to his hand and lay underneath it for sleep. "G'night."

Three voices returned the wish for pleasant dreams and Stan turned off the lamp. The room was soon filled with the gentle snores of the four Pines, escaping into a world entirely their own.

#GF #gravity falls #ford pines #stan pines #mabel pines #dipper pines #week 2: birhtday #june 15th #HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!#ANGST AND FLUFF

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pinetrust-archived · 5 years ago

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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐄𝐑.

NAME: mason alistair gleeful.

AGE: 17.

SPECIES: human.

✧ * - PERSONAL.

MORALITY: lawful / neutral / chaotic / good / neutral / evil / true

RELIGIOUS BELIEF: atheist. while he was raised as such ; he now knows there’s gods , but follows no specific religion. he instead simply follows what he’s learned in his time in gravity falls.

SINS: greed / gluttony / sloth / lust / pride / envy / wrath

VIRTUES: chastity / charity / diligence / humility / kindness / patience / justice

PRIMARY GOALS IN LIFE: to destroy the world ; & to get revenge on his great uncle for making him as horrible as he is & “stealing his soul”. as for smaller goals ; he wants to achieve absolute perfection ; to always be the best. he is a gleeful , he cannot lose. he always works to improve himself , even if he’s so close to it as is in the eyes of most people.

LANGUAGES KNOWN: french , korean , & latin

SECRETS: he has romantic feelings for wendy corduroy , & actively craves her affection / approval.

SAVVIES: robotics , acting , astronomy , combat , magic, & cryptozoology. he’s quite skilled for a teenager in specifically robotics & combat ; having made several devices which include ; the robot mabel uses in mabel rises, a copy of blendin blandin’s time travel device , a device that can severely dull his own empathetic abilities , several computers, & a robot of colossal proportions much like mabels ; to be used when he fights stanford.

✧ * - PHYSICAL.

BUILD: scrawny / bony / slender / fit / athletic / curvy / herculean / pudgy / average

HEIGHT: 6′1.

SCARS / BIRTHMARKS: a big dipper shaped birthmark on his forehead , usually covered by his bangs ; all other scars he had from ford he’s healed.

ABILITIES / POWERS: as a psychic he can pick up on how people feel ; sensing how a person feels. he is also a skilled actor , being able to lie with incredible ease ; he can convey specific emotions with such false sincerity he’ll convince people he’s a completely different person than he actually is. also ; he’s quite skilled in physical combat & endurance -- he is very physically strong , & uses his wit to his advantage. as for his powers; he has many. ever since getting bill cipher , he can destroy galaxies as he pleases -- he basically has all of bill’s powers w/o the restriction of the weirdness barrier.

RESTRICTIONS: inability to make emotional connections / genuinely socialize , his obsession with being the best can occasionally get in his way ; & he has a lot of internal conflict due to the way he was raised as well ; most of his weaknesses are hidden & internal --- he has little to no physical weaknesses.

✧ * - FAVOURITES.

FOOD: gelato ; apple tarts ; or sirloin.

DRINK: coffee or tea.

PIZZA TOPPING: n/a.

COLOR: blue obviously.

MUSIC GENRE: claims it’s classical ; but he does enjoy rock music ; specifically garage rock.

BOOK GENRE: mystery.

MOVIE GENRE: horror / suspense.

SEASON: autumn.

✧ * - FUN STUFF.

SINGS IN THE SHOWER: occasionally; only when he is in a particularly good mood / has recently hurt someone in his own gleeful way.

LIKES BAD PUNS: absolutely not.

CURSE WORDS: he doesn’t use cuss words , & when he does it is usually in front of a proper insult , ( ex; an absolute fucking dimwit , god damn waste of space , etc. )

tagged by: @heylincorporated & this is like 20 yrs late ..

tagging: @shcctingstartm / @peripathetiic / @greatgrunkle

#jesus hell on wheels this is long #↟↟ / 𝐣𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐲 ; 𝐧𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 .. 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭. / 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧.#↟↟ / 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐲 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝. / 𝐯. 𝐫𝐞𝐯 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬.#rev falls //#i was gonna do this 4 dip but eh ... im in his mood :tm:#long post //

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REPOST, DON’T REBLOG

BASICS !

NAME . Stanford Filbrick Pines

NICKNAME . Sixer, Fordsy, Pines

AGE . 60+ Chronologically. 58 Physically [due to effects of dimensional travel]

SPECIES . Human

PERSONAL !

MORALITY . lawful / chaotic / good / neutral / evil / true .

RELIGION . spiritual / neutral / no faith / questioning

SINS . greed / gluttony / sloth / lust / pride / envy / wrath

VIRTUES . chastity / charity / diligence / humility / kindness / patience / justice

KNOWN LANGUAGES . Over 30. He learned 18 while traveling dimensions.

SECRETS . He’s got a few tattoos on his body-- most prominent is one on his neck/collarbone that says ‘hey now, i’m an all-star’

PHYSICAL !

BUILD . scrawny / bony / slender / fit / athletic / curvy / herculean / pudgy / average.

HEIGHT . 5′11″ - 6′

SCARS / BIRTHMARKS . His body is littered with scars from his adventures across the multiverse-- though there are some on his arms and torso that were inflicted by Bill. He’s also got a few burn scars. Underneath his hairline there’s a surgical scar.

ABILITIES / POWERS . He’s immune to psychic attacks and having his mind read. It’s less of an inane ability and one linked to the plate in his head.

RESTRICTIONS . None

FAVORITES!

FOOD . Hoagies. He misses them the most. They’re like sub sandwiches, but better. There was an old mom and pop joint they’d get hoagies from when he was a kid. Ford was disappointed to learn they’d gone out of business a few months prior to his return.

DRINK . Coffee Mabel Juice. He finds it unique and bracing.

PIZZA TOPPING . Pineapple. With ham.

SHAPE . NOT DOING THIS.

COLOR . Red

MUSIC GENRE . 70′s and early 80′s Pop. Like BABBA.

BOOK GENRE . Because of Stanley he got into a detective novel series. But he prefers books on theoretical physics.

MOVIE GENRE . Science Fiction.

CURSE WORD . He doesn’t swear.

SCENTS . Old books. Chalk. Dry erase marker. Copper.

FUN STUFF !

BOTTOM OR TOP . He’s versatile. The man can take or leave ‘diddling’.

SINGS IN THE SHOWER . Sometimes. Usually his showers are both cold and quick. Not for that reason you sinner-- because he took one wherever he could get. The luxury of indoor plumbing and heated taps takes some getting used to.

LIKES PUNS . Strictly science puns. He’ll deny it around his brother, though.

stolen from: @pinetrce tagging: @ofgoodconscience, @triangularus, @katsmuses, @soongtxpe, @techmosamson, @huntressthewizard-- and whoever else wants to do the thing.

#;;hc

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a-mad-scientist-approaches · 7 years ago

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Multiverse is a Curse Word (8)

I’m pretty sure there’s going to be one more chapter after this. What a ride!

Addi, the Dimension Jumper AU, and the Drifting Dimensions AU belongs to @hntrgurl13. The Adrift AU belongs to @the-subpar-ghost, and the Addiford ship to @scipunk63. Kudos to these dudes and their cool-ass brains.

@deadpool-demon-diva and @thejesterlyfictionista, TAKE IT.

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Chapter 8: A Resistance of Butt-Faces

Adeline shook her head. Well, that was the best last-minute gift idea I’ve ever seen someone think of, she thought. Ford was so lucky she had an unreasonable amount of technology.

She decided to go see the results, the idea of watching Mabel’s face light up like Christmas enough of an incentive to get her out of bed. As she reached the girl’s room, however, both she and her uncle barged out excitedly and crashed into her. Barely pausing for long enough to give her a kiss, Ford’s words trailed behind him as they rushed past: “Backsoongonetotestgunout!”

Mabel gave her an equally quick, but bone-crushing, hug, and said, “Thanksomuchloveyou!” and then they were gone.

I guess it went well.

The door of the room that had just been so exuberantly vacated swung a little in the breeze. Addi glanced inside briefly, and then did a double take.

There was a locator lying on the floor. That was strange. Mabel or Ford must have accidentally pocketed one of hers . . . except that she had checked the sell-bag, and everything had been accounted for.

The locator wasn’t hers, and it had been in Mabel’s room. That was concerning. She had given Julian a locator when she met him, recognising that she might need his help in the future. So, it must be his then . . . but he wouldn’t leave something like this lying around in an infrequently-used guest room.

Locators were rare. Extremely rare. They came as a set with portal beacons. Portal beacons had only been invented in one dimension, where she had fixed up a fairly broken down one that no one else had needed. Otherwise, they were not given away lightly. She knew of hardly anyone who had visited that dimension . . . apart from the resisters she had been temporarily stranded there with.

She squatted down to pick up the piece. As she rose, she turned it over to examine the curved edge. Her stomach dropped as she saw the frequency number of the beacon it was tuned to: not hers. Not good.

Addi remembered being stuck on a planet overridden by technology with a friend. She remembered patching up a broken portal beacon, and laughing as her friend somehow acquired a fully functional one. Years later, she had told her friend about Stanford Pines, a genius who could do anything if he put his mind to it. Her friend had been intrigued, and had commented on how much of a valuable asset he would be. She remembered Ford being holed up in a briefing room with her friend for almost an entire day, where, hypothetically, a tracking device could have been planted on him at any time.

The device slipped through Addi’s fingers, making a crack on collision with the wooden surface and bringing her back to the present.

There was an active locator lying on the floor. That was alarming. It belonged Wesley. That was . . . great. Just great.

She sprinted towards her sword.

⃝

The rockslide was the most pleasant-looking disaster area Mabel had ever seen. It was towards the base of the volcano, where the ground just began to slope upwards, and all the sharp edges of broken boulders were softened by the leafy plants slowly but surely overwhelming them. As Mabel and Ford approached, the rocks started small – coming up to her uncle’s knees in height – and slowly increased until it was as if they were wandering through a canyon, and the wide sweeping fields around Julian’s house, as well as the volcano itself, were blocked from view by the monoliths.

“Mabel, I am sorry.” Ford said suddenly. She looked up at him, and they paused on top of a wide platform. “I should have been there for you last night.”

Mabel laughed, trying to brush off his seriousness. “Grunkle Ford, you worry too much. It wasn’t that bad, I was just a bit homesick this morning,”

Whoops. Well that did nothing. She could see his guilt resurfacing like a whale, it was so obvious.

“Okay mister, you need to hug it out.” she said decisively, opening her arms and advancing threateningly. “Stop feeling bad, and sad, and mad at yourself! And other things rhyming with ‘ad’!” She hugged him aggressively. “You have romance to deal with now, which is a good thing, so don’t go ignoring Addi for dumb, unnecessary reasons like me maybe having the occasional nightmare. You’re not dumb, Grunkle Ford! Don’t push away something good!”

“Well I don’t want to ignore you either, Mabel.” he replied in a muffled voice, his face buried in her hair. “A relationship is no excuse to place less importance on you. You come first. Always.”

Those words warmed Mabel from her heart all the way to her fingertips, firmly driving back any dark, lonely thoughts lightly prodding at her. “Thanks . . . but, like, don’t let the last few days fool you. I can handle myself, mostly. You don’t have to worry all the time. If I need you, I’ll come get you,” she reassured him.

“Promise?”

“Promise,”

Their moment was interrupted by the sound of a portal opening nearby.

“What the-” frowned Ford. A blue glow permeated the space behind a giant, jagged pillar ahead of them.

“I wonder if anyone came through,” said Mabel. She rounded the corner and moved towards it, Ford following more warily. “Huh, I guess not.” The portal flashed out of existence, leaving no one behind. “Well anyway, is here a good spot – AAAH!”

A person suddenly sprang from a crack in the rocks, stretching like an elastic band and squeezing out of the impossibly tight space. Other stealthily disguised figures revealed themselves all around them, some shifting colours like chameleons, some shifting shapes like, oh no, the shapeshifter back home, one even straight up flickering out of invisibility. It would have been awesome, if there hadn’t been weapons pointing at them from all directions.

Ford pulled her roughly back against his chest, drawing his own gun and spinning around. They were completely surrounded.

One enemy spoke into a transmitter, saying something she couldn’t understand. Ford could though, and Mabel heard him draw in a quick breath at the garbled response. After that there was a tense silence.

It was getting a bit awkward now, to be honest.

“Do you want something?” Ford snapped angrily.

“We’re waiting,” someone responded. She was purple, with antennae, and had multifaceted red eyes.

“For what?”

“To regroup.” Anticipating Ford’s next interrogation, she continued. “We don’t have orders to hurt you, Stanford Pines. As long as you don’t try to escape, you’re not a prisoner.”

“This reasoning is very questionable,” Mabel muttered.

The alien looked at her blearily, then addressed Ford again. “Honestly, I’d rather be in bed, I got about two hours sleep, but you know resistances. Workers on-call, and all that. And the boss didn’t say anything about a kid, so I’ll let her go if you want. We don’t need her. Anyway, you’re coming back with us, and welcome to your new job, I guess,”

Mabel’s mouth dropped open. Are you kidding?! she thought. No WAY are we going back to that place! And what the heck, hasn’t anyone figured it out yet? She narrowed her eyes. I am NEVER letting anyone take my grunkle away from me. With those words echoing around her head and building to a crescendo, a hard lump of a resolution formed in Mabel’s stomach, and an idea of her own particular brand came into being.

“Your resistance is filled with butt-faces!” she blurted out fiercely, dimly thinking that the words didn’t do her feelings justice.

“Sure, whatever, kid,”

A wicked grin appeared on Mabel’s face. Oh, these jerks were so gonna pay.

“In two seconds you’re gonna wish you hadn’t underestimated me,” she promised.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. GRAPPLING HOOK!” she whipped the gun out from under her coat and aimed it at the top of the rock face behind the conversationalist. She hoped Ford’s arm was locked around her tight enough.

With her usual pin-point accuracy (that had never failed her no matter what Dipper said, don’t listen to him), she pulled the trigger, and the disc that had formed on the end of the gun when her uncle had originally cocked it made a clunking sound as it flew towards her mark, biting into the stone. The only problem was, no cord was attached to it.

Great. She’d just jettisoned a useless grappling hook and her only weapon.

“Um,” she said into the surprised quietness. She pulled the trigger again, just to make absolutely sure their situation was as dire as it seemed. The surprised quietness became even more surprised when an immense attractive force nearly ripped the gun out of her hands as it shot to its other half. Fortunately, she had an iron grip, and so did Ford.

Her uncle torqued around just as their feet left the ground, which probably saved Mabel from breaking her elbows and knees as they collided with the top of the pillar. As it was, all that happened was Ford getting winded.

“Haha! Yes!” crowed Mabel as they hauled themselves over the top and rolled over just as the resisters below came to their senses and starting firing. No shots were able hit them from this angle.

Ford sucked in a breath and clapped her on the back. “Nicely done,” he coughed, getting to his feet, “but do you think you could do it with a little more control next time?”

“Psssh, whatchoo you talking about? I did that perfectly,”

“Nothing is perfect, you can always do better,” Ford said immediately, then backtracked. “I mean, good, yes, but let’s see if we can get even more perfect. In fact, let’s do it now. We need to get back to Julian’s,”

“Why?” asked Mabel.

“They’re going after Addi,”

Mabel cocked the gun.

⃝

Thankfully, all the guests had left. This meant there was nothing stopping Julian from, say, backflipping off the bar and taking down two resisters at once with a glass bottle in each hand, or Clive from slamming into one who had been about to enter his son’s room so hard that he flew halfway across the pavilion holy shit. They had not gone soft in their retirement.

Addi thought that at this rate the fight would be over in under a minute. She really had expected more from Wesley – not that she was complaining.

Then Stanford and Mabel swung in on a grappling hook, bringing seven more assassins with them.

Adeline grabbed Ford’s sleeve and dragged both her companions behind an overturned table as a barrage of laser fire hit the metal on the other side.

“Wesley’s been tracking you!” she said to him.

“I figured!”

“I don’t think he likes you knowing his secrets!” said Mabel.

“Understatement,” snarled a soldier as she adjusted the intensity of her weapon and melted a hole straight through the table.

Addi sprang up and over it, Big Bertha swinging strongly to intercept the assailant. The gun disappeared incredibly quick and a baton came up to meet her, the resulting clash almost jarring Addi’s arm. She looked past the locked blades into her opponent’s face.

“Netessa!”

“Hi,” grunted the red-eyed woman. Adeline forced her back a step and broke the lock.

“I thought you left a long time ago,”

Netessa shrugged. “I came back,”

“Oh, well that answers all my questions.” Addi said, rolling her eyes and attempting a grin. “Come on, what have you been up to?” She noticed that the rest of the taskforce was in a shoot-out with Julian and Clive, and off to the side Ford was attempting to get Mabel to stay behind the bar.

“Do you really care? Anyway, I’m about to kill you. Why would I tell you?”

“So we could rekindle our friendship and you could help me instead?” Addi suggested hopefully.

As an answer, Netessa closed in impossibly fast and punched her.

⃝

Ford shot a man in the chest, grabbed his baton, and shoved him through a door.

“Take this and stay here,” he ordered Mabel, giving her the weapon.

“But-” she tried to argue.

“I said stay!” he turned to help Clive.

Heart in her mouth, she flinched as Julian was propelled into the front of the bar counter so hard it shook. He dodged several laser blasts before Clive tackled the shooter. Mabel heard Julian groan, then his hand appeared around the corner and he pulled himself to where he could see her.

“Mabel honey, could you please press that button? Yes that one right there, thank you,”

A sensation like a wave of static electricity passed over Mabel, the unfamiliarity fuelling the fear and uncertainty already coursing through her. Julian heaved himself up to his feet and went to rejoin the firefight . . . or what was now just a fight, actually. All the lasers had stopped working.

“Don’t worry honey, everyone’s going to be fine.” Julian smiled. Then he turned around. “ALRIGHT! TWO MINUTES WITHOUT GUNS! LET’S DO THIS!” he yelled, and decked an assassin. Now that Mabel could actually look at what was going on without being in danger of injury, she saw that there were only four of the original seven left. She kept her eyes on her friends and family. Addi was furiously battling sword-on-baton with the purple woman, and Clive and Ford were facing off barehanded against the other three. Julian wielded a broken glass bottle. Mabel wasn’t sure how long that would last against heavy-duty metal sticks, but okay.

She watched anxiously, wanting to help, but not knowing how to. Some of her dread was extinguished as Addi started calling out to her attacker between clashes. As always, when she was confident, she was fun. Best of all, it seemed to be getting on the other’s nerves.

⃝

“No really, what have you been doing?”

Ford planted a kick into an assassin’s midsection.

“Ugh, would you give it a rest already? We were never really friends!”

He dodged a swipe from a baton.

“I still want to know!”

He slid under another swing on his knees, coming up behind the person and grabbing their arm.

“I’m into sculpture now, are you happy?”

The arm was twisted but the alien did not have bones that broke like a human’s would have, and Ford lost his grip.

“Happier. How are the kids? WHOA!”

He kicked the person’s legs out before they could turn around.

“In high school – oof!”

Hoping that they had a windpipe, he pulled them into a headlock and crushed down on their throat.

“Doing okay?”

Julian was unconscious on the ground nearby, bleeding from a head wound, but it looked as though he had brought a shapeshifter down beforehand, so that was a win. Clive was being throttled against a wall. Ford would go there next.

“They hate it,”

The assassin’s struggles ceased. He dropped them and sprinted for Clive, pulling the next enemy around to face him and catching him off-guard with a swift right-hook. An uppercut took him out completely. Clive collapsed on the floor, retching.

“Fair enou-AUGH!”

Ford whipped around to the last fighting pair, and saw Addi stumbling from a blow to the head. She fell to her knees and the purple soldier knocked the sword out of her hand. She stomped on the hilt and a spark of electricity showed him that the portable E-field had just been broken. Then, the staticky feeling to the air vanished. Two minutes had passed.

Addi did not seem able to get up.

The assassin turned and looked him directly in the eyes.

“Weapons are up,” she said softly, drawing her gun, aiming at him, and flicking to stun setting, “and I win.”

Ford reached for his own gun, but the holster was empty. It had clattered out of his hand long ago. Shitshitshit, she’s going to kill Addi once you’re out, think of something, think of something NOW-

With a sickening plunging sound, the blade of a sword came through the left side of her chest. That species did not have any blood to lose, but it must have hurt regardless. She screamed and reached behind her to remove it, throwing it off to the side and glaring down at Adeline, whose reserves of strength were severely depleted after that throw.

The soldier hissed and shot her in a burst of light. Ford’s heart stopped, but the way she fell silently was obviously displeasing to the assassin.

“Goddamn stun setting,” she said murderously, flicking it off and re-aiming. In her pain she had forgotten him.

Ford slammed into her and drove her to the ground. They were both grappling for the gun, the only available weapon. Despite suffering severe bodily trauma, she was still among the best fighters Ford had ever encountered. Her red eyes burned hatefully into his as they trapped each other in a lock. An endurance test then. He poured all his strength into attempting to overpower her, favouring her injured side. She yelled through her teeth . . . then twisted, slid out of his grip, and flung an elbow into his solar plexus to wind him and knock him flat. She put the gun to his head, and did not seem to care that it was no longer on stun setting. In the split second before she fired, Ford thought –

- he saw something move behind her.

A blur of black metal, a clang, a shudder that went through the assassin’s entire body, and she slumped over. Ford looked up into his niece’s wide grin.

“HA! Yeah! Take that you – you mean lady who Addi still likes for some reason!” Mabel dropped the baton she was holding and offered a hand to help him up.

“Well done!” he said, taking in deep breaths and pushing his multitude of aches and pains to the back of his mind.

“Is Addi okay?” Mabel asked worriedly as they knelt down beside her.

“She should be fine, she’s just stunned,” Ford reassured her, checking her breathing and pulse. Addi jerked up, grabbed his wrist, and was about to headbutt him when he said, “Whoa, Adeline, it’s me, you’re safe!”

“It’s all over, Addi,” Mabel said comfortingly.

Addi untensed and allowed them to hug her, still looking disorientated. “Ouch.” she said as she lifted a hand to her head. “Netessa was never into ‘going easy’,”

Ford gently removed the hand and examined where she had been hit.

“That was really quick, by the way,” Mabel observed. “I thought it would be like half an hour before you were up,”

“The more you get stunned, the more you start to resist.” she said nonchalantly. “It’s like my secret weapon now.”

“Cool,” grinned Mabel.

Ford winced. That had been one nasty blow. He held up a hand. “How many fingers do you see?”

“If you were anyone else, I’d think six was wrong.” Addi said warmly. Then she frowned. “I don’t think they should be blurry, though.”

“Most likely a concussion. We’ll find somewhere to rest,”

“Not here.” Addi said urgently. “We need to leave. Wesley’s still going to be looking for us. I charged the portal beacon yesterday, so we should stay ahead of him for now.”

A groan behind them. They looked to see Clive lifting Julian onto a miraculously undamaged couch.

“Clive, I’m so sorry,” began Addi, also trying to get to her feet. She wobbled precariously, and latched onto Ford.

“Addi, we know you wouldn’t have come if you thought you were being followed,” said Clive weakly, “so don’t beat yourself up about it.” Then with a bloody-toothed grin, he added, “If you need any help, let us know. We’d be happy to pay Wesley back.”

⃝

Ford knelt on the floor with Addi and helped her ready the portal beacon for reception.

“Okay guys,” They looked around at Mabel. She held out a faintly glowing something in each hand. “I have made these with love, friendship, and string!” she handed them over. “You will not use them for science experiments,” she glared at Ford, “or for technology,” she glared at Addi, “you will love them, you will treasure them, and they will act as lucky charms. Most importantly, they are impossible to separate from each other. I know this because I made them, so they have to do what I want.” she finished brightly.

“I don’t think that’s how lucky charms wor-” began Addi.

“Hush! Yes it is,”

Ford looked down at the item. Many small endo-ergon quartz crystals had been threaded through a ragged and dirty piece of string. Mabel had tied both ends of her own around her wrist.

She had managed to make the friendship bracelets.

“I don’t wanna lose you guys,” a very small voice said, so softly he was not sure Mabel had meant to say it aloud at all.

Addi carefully reached over and tied the ends for him. He did the same for her. Then he looked up in time to see some imperceptible lines of concern disappear from his niece’s face, lines which he had not even noticed were there until they were gone.

He turned slightly so he could take in both her face and Addi’s, who was staring at the bracelet with a small smile. How the hell did I get so lucky? he thought, pulling them both close. Mabel refused to let go for a while, and Addi kissed both their foreheads. The stars on their hands shone.

#gravity falls #fanfiction #adrift au #dimension jumper au #drifting dimensions au #portal ford #portal mabel #portal addi #adeline marks #stanford pines #mabel pines #multiverse is a curse word #my writing

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kraviolis · 3 years ago

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expanding on this. stanford is a ravenclaw because he always pursued knowledge just for knowledge’s sake. sure, he wanted recognition, but that’s because of how he grew up. it’s not a core trait for him. he got 12 phds just because he wanted to, he went off into the middle of the woods just to find new things that havent been studied before, he made a deal with a demon because he desperately wanted to know the secreta of the universe. he was icarus not for his ambition for recognition but his desire to know and learn as much as he can— he just forgot that knowledge is never more important than other people’s lives and feelings. thats a common trait with ravenclaws, forgetting that logic doesn’t always triumph over feelings.

stanley is a hufflepuff because he is fiercely loyal. even after being thrown out and estranged from his brother for 10 years, he came the second ford called for his help and even after getting his heart broken for the second time by his brother and getting in a physical fight, he still spent THIRTY YEARS trying to get him back. all he wanted was ford’s appreciation and love, he just wanted his family to love him. he stayed loyal until the very end. he also had a strong sense of justice and morals— even if it didnt strictly line up with the law. he believed family to always be the most important thing, and that you should always be grateful if someone helps you. he strongly valued hard work and was tolerant of a lot of bullshit that got thrown his way, like with ford‘s whole deal. he hated gideon because gideon was a scam artist like him but he didn’t put any work into it— he just wanted to steal what stan had already poured years of hard work into. in dreamscapers, its shown that he gives dipper all these physical tasks and chores because he wants dipper to grow and learn in a way that he wouldn’t if he wasn’t pushed into doing hard work.

on the flipside, dipper is a slytherin because he never sought after learning things just for the reward of knowledge. he constantly wanted recognition and to achieve his personal goals through any means necessary, even if it meant scorning others. i mean, look at the second episode in the series. dipper wanted to be recognized as great and smart while mabel just wanted the adventure of it. or the carnival episode— dipper was perfectly fine with stealing the time tape, screwing up the timestream, and letting waddles slip out of mabel’s fingers just to achieve his own goals of impressing wendy. in the end he did sacrifice what he wanted so that mabel would be happy because he has that slytherin loyalty towards those closest. if it were anyone else BUT mabel, dipper would not have given a single shit. even then, dipper has moments where he pushes aside mabel for his own ambitions, like in sock opera. he promised mabel to help and it wouldn’t have hurt anything if he’d just taken a break from the laptop to do what he promised, but he still put his goals before hers.

mabel is gryffindor absolutely. she wants desperately to be a good person just to be able to take pride in herself for it. she thrives in new situations and isnt afraid to leave her comfort zone to do the right thing or just to go on an adventure. she has no qualms calling out those closest to her when they’re being jerks or unfair even if it means they’ll get angry or reject her for it. she’s intensely empathetic and passionate about what or who she loves. she’s also self-sacrificing, she’ll endure something terrible if it means no one else will have to do it in her place. in the carnival episode, she was absolutely okay with suffering if it meant dipper got his way— she didnt guilt trip him or try to go behind his back. she just stood there and suffered so that dipper might be happy. in not what he seems, mabel struggles to make the right call and ends up trusting grunkle stan because of her empathy and ability to see the good in everyone.

stanley pines is a hufflepuff and stanford pines is a ravenclaw if you think those bitches belong anywhere NEAR gryffindor or slytherin i will personally rain hellfire on you.

#krav talks #hp #gf

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fordarkisthesuede · 8 years ago

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JOURNAL 3 BLACKLIGHT EDITION REVEALED! (Part 2)

Time to come back where we left off last - GHOSTS! I know you ain’t afraid!

Ghosts!: [All the ghosts in this section glow. Nice touch!] Underneath a photo of a stereotypical ghost it says “Written on a tombstone: Man once thought that death’s release offered a permanent peace. But these ghouls, bold and hearty, prove that there’s an after-party.” I don’t know whose tombstone that was, but damn, I want that as my epithet too.

Category 1: “Ugh! I thought I ditched this guy at Dan’s cabin, but he has followed me home! Just go away, YOU ANNOYING LITTLE CREEP!!!!! No, I don’t want to bake brownies and have a tickle fight! How does that even make sense?! You have no body to tickle!!”

Category 1 adjacent page: “Discovery! Apparently, shining a black light on ghosts results in crypto-translucence, revealing the secret horrors within! Never invite a ghost to a rave. This one is scarier than I realized!” I dunno, Ford, I still think it’s cute! He’s like a little skeleton baby! Aww!

Category 10: “PRAY FOR MERCY!” [There is a drawing of a thin man in glasses over the cloaked spectre. It’s very underwhelming.] “I saw this category 10 once more, but this time I had my black light handy! Not so scary without his cloak! This guy should spend less time reaping and more time at the gym!” Ford…do you go to the gym? (I kinda assumed Ford didn’t start getting buff until he hopped dimensions…) Still I’m pretty sure that his ghost-powers could kill you, you know…

Edit: Forgot to add - the “What Does it MEAN?” page has all the creatures + the question mark glow!

Edit: I missed a page here previously (they stuck together):

Right page of Truth Teeth: “NEW DISCOVERY! That abnormally hairy mailman doesn’t deliver mail on the full moon! And unlike most mailmen, he seems to get no harassment from barking dogs. Does this mean what I think it means? I may need to load up on silver bullets just in case.”

Guess Soos was right after all!

THE LAPTOP’S PASSWORD WAS STANFORD. I CAN’T BELIEVE MY FLIPPIN’ EYES.

“These secret messages written using my black light technique are hidden so well that even my most determined enemy won’t be able to find them! (Except for maybe the bumblebeast, a honey-hunting mutant bee with eyes that can see every kind of light on the spectrum.)” [The bumblebeast resembles a scowling mutant bi-pedal bee with tiny wings and one pair of big beefy arms (and a smaller insect pair beneath them)] “STAY AWAY FROM MY HONEY!” Don’t bogart your honey, Ford.

There’s also something unusual that I have to point out – on that same page, there seems to be a sort of…maze like drawing. If you turn it sideways, it looks like a factory. I THINK LETTERS ARE HIDDEN IN IT? I’ll into it later on.

The Codes page: It actually tells you the cryptogram and meaning of each kind! Cool!!!

But then, of course, there’s something secret on the bottom of the page. A vinegere cipher with the key TRICKY. “The most impossible thing to decode is human social behavior.” [my picture of this was poor and I could not make one better. I’m sorry.]

The Plaidypus! “How to catch a plaidypus:

Dig a hole, fill it with sawdust and/or ham.

Make a plaidypus mating call. It sounds exactly like a bearded man’s deep hearty laugh. You may need to wait until after puberty for this step.

When the plaidypus falls intot he hole, throw pine needles at his face. This will make him sneeze hard enough to shed his pelt.

He will be frightened at this point. Hug him tenderly for an hour to get him to calm down. Kiss his forehead if necessary.

Release! You now have a plaidypus pelt! Perfect for warm jackets, warm socks, or warm tea cosies, if you’re into that sort of thing.”

Ok first off FORD, it’s spelt “cozies”. Secondly, what do you have against them??? They keep tea hot and drinkable! Mine has kitties on it. It keeps my Bill Teapot all nice and toasty, even in the winter.

Island Head Beast page: “Head of household? I don’t think so…” [Shows a masculine island head with a pipe and newspaper and a frustrated scowl; a feminine head with old-fashioned hair-curlers and an androgynous younger head are seeming to yell harshly at him.]

Island Head adjacent page: “F’s x-rays of the lake revealed this family of horrifying heads dwelling underneath the surface. Although their words are indecipherable, their unhappy marriage is clear in any language.” Pointing at the glowing heads is the caption “More refugees from the weirdness dimension.”

So, question – is this Ford’s interpretation of what they look like based off the x-rays? Or is it an accurate reproduction? We may never really know…

The Hide Behind page: has “LOOK BEHIND YOU” spread all across the page, with glowing footprints leading to the drawn pair. :)

Cow Circles page: “I’VE DONE IT! I’VE CRACKED THE CODE! By arranging the cows together, I discovered that their interlocking symbols created a message! According to my knowledge of alien hieroglyphics, the message reads “Come to Glarbo’s Intergalactic House of Pancakes & Weapons! Come for the breakfast, stay for the dark matter hypercannons!” So, that’s it. An alien pancake house. The thought that Earth is being used for extraterrestrial advertisement depresses me deeply.”

Radioactive barrel/The Memory Gun pages: “He used It on me! I’m certain! Memories are returning of my assistant using the ray on himself, then zapping me to cover up his actions!”

[There’s a glowing doodle of Ford’s head being zapped by the gun.] “I’ve had dreams of F wearing a red hood, watching me from the shadows. What if those weren’t dreams?! I believe he hired construction workers to help him build the portal, then erased their memories to keep the job secret! And erased mine, too, so that I wouldn’t chide him for taking the risk! This is all my fault! I should have DESTROYED this GUN WHEN I HAD THE CHANCE!”

The Palm Reader: “The fortune teller was right about everything. I should have looked at the cards more closely when I had the chance! These were the ones I remembered. Something was so strange about them… As thought they were showing me something I wasn’t yet ready to see….”

[I hope you can see this page, because it’s AWESOME. Four people are drawn over the cards shown – Waddles, Mabel, Dipper, and Wendy. Above that, there are two cards, one of Mayor Tyler, and another mysterious one that I can’t make out. Below all this is five cards – Gideon, Robbie, Soos, Pacifica, and Gompers. It’s an amazing sight:

Waddles – Time & Space

Mabel – The Sun

Dipper – The Moon

Wendy – Death

Soos - Justice

Gideon – The Magician

Robbie – The Fool

Pacifica – The Empress

Gompers – Judgement

Mayor Tyler – [UNKNOWN]

The “mysterious card” seems to be Old Man McGucket, as evidenced by his bandaged foot. It’s literally all we can see of it, though.]

See you in Part 3!

[Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3]

#gravity falls #journal 3 #spoilers #journal 3 blacklight #long post #J3 Blacklight Reveal #J3 Blacklight Reveal Part 2

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amydiddle · 8 years ago

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FanFic Appreciation Week

I feel like I am getting on this kind of late but I have excuses. But here are some great authors or some amazing fics that I have enjoyed and gone back for a few fandoms. I have a lot of stories from a lot of fandoms most Gravity Falls because I am currently obsessed with it right now so here we go:

Doctor Who:

Those Who Help Us Most to Grow by Crystal Rose of Pollux

They have written an amazing amount for the Second Doctor and Jamie McCrimmon and this is just a sample of some of their work. This is the story I always come back to when I need some Doctor and Jamie interaction. I suggest checking out all their works if you enjoyed some of these short stories

The Regenerations of The Doctor by My Lord Doctor6735

I enjoyed this fic when I was seaching for a taste of every doctor. It is simple and sweet and that is what I enjoy about it most.

Supernatural:

These are the only four writers I will recommend in this fandom. They get the characterization more than the actual show writers do.

Bring Him Back by A. Zap

This is a good short story that gets you right in the feels.

The Collector by Aini NuFire

This person writes AMAZING works. This is the one that got me addicted to their writing. I recommend everything they have every written but please read this. It is feelsy and heart breaking and I love it so much. I may go re-read it.

Forgotten by NorthernSparrow

Even if you hate this fandom I recommend reading this fic. It is amazing and heart wrenching and it really brings tears to your eyes. It also has companion pieces that go further into this universe and hardships. A Winter’s Tale also would be a good read for this writer.

Family Matters by 29Pieces

Really put the conflicting emotions into you about John Winchester as a character and seems like something that could have happened on the show.

Young Justice

Possession by Ally Marton

WARNING: Kidnapping, Emotional abuse, Stockholm Syndrome

This fic really got me into loving Wally West and, more specifically, Wally West Whump. So much pain into this bright eyed speedster. This is my favorite fic I have found from his genre in the YJ fandom and I have re-read is a lot.

In The Grave by Adoglover5

WARNING: Kidnapping, Buried Alive, Heavy Themes

Like I said. I like Wally getting hurt and this is just wonderful. Another well written and dark themed fic.

Harry Potter

Obsidian Rhapsody by Cobalt Violet

WARNING: PAIN. SO MUCH PAIN.

Pairing: Wolfstar

This fic hurt a lot to read but it was amazing at the same time. It is a recommended read if you like darker themes and darker AUs. Also check out more by this person. They write AMAZING Wolfstar

Afterlife by Veinne

I do care about this fic just because it is more realistic...in a sense.

By the Light of the Full Moon by TheChasm

This fic is incomplete and it is sad to read but I put it here anyway because it is amazing. And painful. Painful and amazing.

James Potter and the Shrieking Shack by Avery-Lou

Because there always needs to be more fics where the Marauders find out about Remus’ furry little secret.

Not Ever by orphan_account

Werewolves and Magic and Dreams, Oh My! by glitterfics

WARNINGS: This story is rated Mature

You can’t have a bunch of Remus stories without werewolf pain. This is another great discovery story that gets into the nitty-gritty.

Captain America

This, You Protect by owlet

This whole series is a MASTERPIECE. It focuses on Bucky and was created right after the Winter Solider came out. I like this version of how events could have gone a little better then the movies and I recommend this fic to everyone that loves Bucky Barnes.

To Be Vulnerable Is Needed Most Of All by perfect_plan

Paring: STUCKY

This is a good AU fic that I didn’t think I would enjoy enjoy when I clicked on it very late at night. It deals with some heavy things like PTSD and Panic Attacks but all over is a good fic about two people that become the best couple ever.

to memory now I can't recall by Etharei

WARNING: This story is rated EXPLICIT

Pairing: STUCKY

This story is really good and tries to be as historically accurate as possible. I was looking for a swicher-roo fic and this gave me everything I needed. I really have a hankering for more of the Howling Commandos so if anyone has any of those I am open.

Welcome to Night Vale

A Momentary Lapse Of Reason by PippinSqueaks

This story is just amazing! It is probably the only one I am recommending for this fandom. It follows along with Carlos’ view of this strange town of Night Vale and him falling in love. It doesn’t stop there. You get invested with the OC scientists and their lives. It ropes you in with the strange familiar and then traps you. I love it so much and go back to it all the time when I am listening.

Gravity Falls

Wednesday, 12 Dec. 1979 by xusu

This fic is just great and feelsy and goes along with the worry any friend should have over his injured compadre. I love this fic a lot and it is a good read when wanting to dive into Fiddleford and Stanford’s friendship.

Dead Of Night by dan_vs92

WARNING: Threat of Self-Harm, Blood, PAIN, Just all over Bill being a dick

Pairing: FiddAuthor

This story is how I came across the most wonderful and terrible person the fandom could give me and I love it. I love it so much. A shared love of making the skinny scientist that is Fiddleford H. McGucket suffer. @danvssomethingorother is a great writer and you should read EVERYTHING. And I mean it. Read EVERYTHING of theirs and spam review them. They are great. From Fiddauthor or FiddleStan. Just go and love their stuff.

Cold by slytherfoot

WARNINGS: This story is rated MATURE for a lot of reasons.

Bill is a dick. A real big dick and I hate him so much but that is why I love this story. Playing on emotions and shit is just so...ug...and Fidds suffering always spices up my life.

Stanley McGucket by The Last Speecher (HeidiMelone)

PAIRING: FIDDAUTHOR but it isn’t that big in the story till later

Let me tell you about this story. I clicked on it in the dead of night when I was exhausted just looking for a good Stan story and came back with all these characters that I love dear to my heart. This AU and these OCs are just precious and I love them so much. @thelastspeecher has created a great world and you should read everything they have wrote. EVERYTHING. DO IT.

Blind Faith by pinesinthewoods

WARNINGS: BLOOD, GORE, RATED MATURE, SO MUCH PAIN

This story is the best AU I have every found. (At least one of them). I cannot tell you how painful it was to read all of this and come out whole. It is a journey and if you have not read this AU then you are missing out or know what is good for you and your stomach.

Abuelito by jikanet_tanaka

Breaking up the pain train with some nice Soos and Stanley father-son moments. Cause we all need that in our lives. At least I do.

Gravity Falls Timestuck AU by the_subpar_ghost

I love this fic for many reasons. Just Mabel being in the past is enough to fix some things that went wrong in the past. This story is also well written and amazing. I just think everyone should read this if they love young Stans, Mabel, and craziness.

Unfinished Business by thesnadger

WARNINGS: Character Death

Back to pain. This fic is all about Stanley dying in a very tragic way and just giving you ghost feels. I won’t give much but I cried a lot while reading. Ghost!Stan always makes me sad. You should check out more of @thesnadger‘s fics as well. I enjoy them a lot.

The Adventure with the Mindscape by Giroshane

Mindscape fics are kind of over done but this one is good. Trust me it is. It is Ford breaking down and you really get to see the connection between the brothers. It is just pain.

Please Don't Come Again by LogicalBookThief

Back to some happy with Stan fighting for Soos. Soos and Stanley father-son bond is pure and needs more fics.

The Ghost that Lives in Great Uncle Ford's Basment by LookerDeWitt

More Ghost Stanley for your fancy. This one Stan dies and haunts the Shack that never became the shack. Sadly the Mystery Twins’ summer is kind of bland mostly because of Stanford the Paranoid but it gets better. Trust me, it does.

The Pit by looneymoony

PAIRING: FIDDAUTHOR

A silly little fic that is all about two nerds realizing they like each other by falling to their deaths in a bottomless pit.

Cutting the Knot by Sarah1281

PAIRING: FIDDAUTHOR

This fic is a good Christmas time carol but also something more. It is a story that changes how time works and it also gives Ford a good life with a loving BF and a kid. What could be better then that? A fix-it fic with holiday charm.

The Time Wish by Sarah1281

This is a good fic where Stanley gets a time wish and chooses to fix this past. I think this is nice because it gives everyone part of the ‘Mystery Trio’ a second chance at a better life when they were younger.

Jersey Boy by Fordtato

WARNINGS: Period-Typical Actions, Historically Accurate, Drug Use

PARING: FIDDAUTHOR

This fic is still in the works and it is not last because it is the worst. It is last because it is amazing. It is a wonderful slow-burn fic that just so wonderful. It follows the time period wonderfully, Fidds is a little Hippie sass-master, Stanford is so awkward, and I just love this fic so much. It would be a crime to leave it off this list. If you love historically accurate things, dorky college boys, hippies, and just Ford in college this fic is for you.

This is in NO WAY all the fics I can recommend but this is all that I think I can cram into one post. Gravity Falls is my main fandom right now so it does take more room but all these fics are worth a look into. Check out all these writers and LEAVE REVIEWS/COMMENTS ON THEIR STORIES. Don’t click to read without leaving some feedback.

Of course you can check out my fics on FF.NET and AO3 if you want to see some of my stuff. You can use my favorites and bookmarks to find more of the stories I loved.

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In Another World - Chapter Eleven: The Power That Lay Within

Prologue Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine Chapter Ten Chapter Eleven Chapter Twelve Epilogue AO3

I always take forever to update this fic. Sorry folks. But on the bright side, it’s almost done, and you won’t have to deal with the snail-like speed of updates! Anyways, this AU is one that I hold very dear to my heart, and is my interpretation of a superhero AU. I hold it dear to my heart because I am a big comic book fan.

“The power that lay within both their souls had met, and, as it were, clasped hands.” – Emma Orczy, The Scarlet Pimpernel

Date: June 17, 2012

Dimension: JSA/-1940*

Location: Gravity Falls, Oregon

Weather: Sunny, breezy

Observations:

I can’t help but be amused by the fact that I arrived in this reality a mere few days before my birthday. Rarely have I spent enough time in dimensions to celebrate it. Of course, my celebration consisted of stealing a pie from the diner. I would have purchased it, but this reality’s version of myself is a regular there, and I didn’t want to run into him.

While I was eating my birthday pie in the Gravity Falls Public Library, I stumbled across the newsprint section, which was markedly different than the one in my home reality. As such, I perused it extensively.

Superpowers and superheroes exist in this reality

However, they have a distinctly checkered history; much of the public is divided on them

This is due to an incident in the early 2000s, when three male superheroes (who look remarkably familiar) defeated a villain, but at the cost of destroying much of Portland, Oregon

After the incident, the three superheroes disappeared, and the government began to insist on people with superpowers registering themselves

Here in Gravity Falls, I do research with Fiddleford, like in many realities

Another commonality with other realities: Stanley runs the “Mystery Shack”. A difference: he appears constantly flushed.

I regularly see technology behave remarkably well around this reality’s Fiddleford. Even better than it behaves around my reality’s Fiddleford, which is saying something.

This reality’s version of myself does not always have a consistent appearance. But perhaps I’m just imagining it.

Conclusions:

This is a reality in which myself, Stanley, and Fiddleford have superhuman abilities! And fought crime as superheroes. However, it appears that we were the same superheroes that effectively ruined it for everyone else, and, ashamed, chose to retire to Gravity Falls.

Notes:

This reality has a slight timeslide – Stanley and I were born later than in most realities, and as such, are younger than I currently am. At least, I think. It’s difficult to keep track of the years.

I feel that Stanley would enjoy this reality. He was always a big fan of comic books, and would spend most of his allowance on purchasing the latest adventures of Superman.

Needless to say, the concept of people being on a registry is one I am uncomfortable with. On my mother’s side, I have relatives who survived World War II Germany only by hiding in an attic.

I have seen children wandering around the house, much like in other realities. I wonder if superpowers run in families. If so, these relatives of mine could have powers as well.

Related to that, if powers run in families, I feel sorry for Fiddleford’s parents, who might have had to raise six superpowered children.

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1982 – Backupsmore University

Stan wandered into the room he shared with Stanford.

“Ford, your boyfriend just ran past me saying something about holy water.”

“Did he say why he needed holy water?” Ford asked, not looking up from his project.

“I think he said his room was possessed.”

“Fascinating.” Ford continued to fiddle with the screws on his experimental machine. Stan squatted down next to him.

“Really? Your boyfriend has a possessed room and you’re not even gonna go check on him? Or his room?”

“My project is of utmost importance.”

“You’ve been working on it since high school, you can take a break.” Ford shook his head. “Remember what happened last time you marathoned futzing around with this thing? I nearly got electrocuted.”

“You only had minor burns,” Ford said absentmindedly. Stan scoffed.

“Yeah, sure, that’s the only thing that happened to me.”

“Regardless, I doubt Fiddleford will want to see me,” Ford said, ignoring Stan’s comment. “He may have been helping me out with the machine and he may have gotten…shocked.”

“Dammit, Ford, can’t you make this thing even a bit safe?” Ford didn’t respond. “Okay, fine. Keep working on a flimsy piece of machinery that’s gonna fall apart any day now.” Stan paused. “You remember the thing that happened to me, right?” Ford sighed.

“Yes.”

“Could it happen to Fiddlenerd, too?”

“No, it could only happen in someone predisposed.”

“What makes you think he isn’t?” Stan asked. “What did you say when you met his family? That there was something about them that seemed…odd?” Ford looked up at Stan with a horrified expression.

“Oh no.”

-----

There was a knock on Fiddleford’s door.

“Come in,” Fiddleford said, continuing to tape herbs onto the walls. Ford and Stan walked into the dorm room.

“Like what you did with the place,” Stan said idly, looking around. “But it smells sorta like a pizza parlor.”

“Basil has protective properties,” Fiddleford said. Stan and Ford shared a look, catching the quiver in Fiddleford’s voice. Stan closed the door.

“Fidds, take a seat,” Ford said gently. Fiddleford shook his head.

“Nope. Can’t. My room’s haunted. Got to get it exorcized or purified or-”

“Look, Fiddlenerd, it probably isn’t haunted,” Stan interrupted. Fiddleford shook his head again.

“No, I keep hearin’ voices and-”

“Fiddleford,” Ford said calmly. “Take a seat, please. Stan and I think we may have an explanation.” Fiddleford reluctantly sat down on his bed. Ford sat down next to him. Stan continued to stand by the door, idly pulling herbs off the wall and sniffing them.

“So, what’s yer explanation?” Fiddleford asked.

“The experiment we were working on the other day, when you got shocked,” Ford began, “was it after that you began to hear things?” Fiddleford nodded. Ford sighed. “I was hoping this wasn’t the case. Fiddleford, that machine grants people certain…abilities.”

“Abilities?”

“Superpowers,” Stan supplied. “Y’know, like Superman and shit? The Justice League, the Avengers. And those weirdos that are popping up some places now, too.” Fiddleford’s shoulders slumped in relief.

“It’s superpowers?”

“Yes.”

“Well, why didn’t ya say so earlier? I thought I was losin’ my mind! But it’s just powers is all.” Stan and Ford exchanged a glance.

“Uh, you’re taking this a lot better than we thought you would, Fiddleford,” Ford said slowly. “We thought you would say we were crazy, and we’d have to prove it to you.”

“Nah, I know powers are real. I just thought they’d skipped me is all,” Fiddleford said airily. Ford leaned in.

“Skipped you?”

“Yup. Like how some traits skip generations. Powers can be like that.”

“Hold on,” Stan said. “Fiddlenerd, are you saying that powers run in your family?” Fiddleford’s eyes widened.

“Uh…no?”

“I knew there was something strange about your siblings!” Ford enthused. “Which ones have powers? Your younger siblings, right? They always just sort of appeared places.”

“Leave my siblings out of this!” Fiddleford said. He frowned. “An’ anyways, how come ya know so much ‘bout powers and whatnot?”

“‘Cause we have them,” Stan said idly.

“Really?”

“You’re looking at the first guinea pig of Ford’s weird experiment,” Stan said. He flexed his fingers idly. They caught fire. Fiddleford jumped.

“Stanley, put those out!” Ford hissed. “You’ll set off the smoke detectors!”

“Fine.” The flames disappeared from Stan’s hand. Fiddleford stared.

“Holy buckets.”

“Ford, on the other hand, he was born with powers,” Stan said. He rolled his eyes. “Show-off.” Fiddleford turned to Ford.

“What can ya do?”

“I’m a shapeshifter.” Fiddleford cocked his head.

“Really? That’s phenomenal, that is.”

“Thank you. The question that remains is ‘What can you do?’” Fiddleford shrugged.

“I don’t rightly know. I’ve got a headache, and can hear these sort of voices every now and then.”

“Maybe you can read minds,” Stan suggested. “Quick, tell me what I’m thinking.” Fiddleford squinted for a few minutes, then shook his head.

“Nothin’.”

“Granted, that is Stanley’s mind,” Ford said. Stan raised his eyebrows.

“Damn, Sixer, that was rude.”

“It ain’t people thoughts,” Fiddleford said.

“What do you mean?” Ford asked.

“It don’t feel like my thoughts feel. It feels sort of…electronic.” Stan suddenly groaned. “What?”

“I think I know what it is.”

“How would you know?” Ford asked.

“‘Cause I read comic books, Poindexter. Fiddlenerd, I bet what you’ve got is technopathy.”

“…What?” Fiddleford asked.

“You can control technology and talk to it and shit like that,” Stan explained. Fiddleford blinked.

“Huh. That does make sense.”

“Try to turn off the lights,” Ford suggested. Fiddleford frowned in concentration. The lights turned off. “Stan, you were right!”

“Yep. It sucks, though.”

“Why?” Fiddleford and Ford asked together.

“‘Cause it’s a fucking pun. Fiddlenerd’s a brainiac, and the only person I can think of who’s got that power is called Brainiac.”

-----

2012 – Gravity Falls

A car with two adults and two children pulled up at the bus stop.

“Now, kids, remember what we told you,” Mrs. Pines said. “Don’t talk to your uncles about your superpowers. And don’t let them see you use them. Actually, better yet, don’t use your powers at all.”

“Yes, mom,” Dipper and Mabel replied dutifully.

“I don’t get why, though,” Mabel said. “I mean, they’re family, right? If there’s anyone we can talk to about having powers, it’s family.”

“Yeah, maybe they have powers,” Dipper said. Mrs. Pines pursed her lips.

“I don’t know if they have powers or not, and seeing as the government is getting more and more strict about people with superpowers, just keep it under wraps, okay?”

“Why is the government doing that, again?” Mabel asked. Mr. Pines sighed.

“Because of that accident a few years back, when those men flubbed up and accidentally nearly destroyed all of Portland,” Mr. Pines replied. “You kids were too young to remember, but it was a big deal. And ever since, those men haven’t been seen fighting crime.” He shook his head. “It’s a shame, really. I always liked seeing them on the news. It was nice to know they were still alive.” Mrs. Pines looked at her watch.

“Kids, you’re gonna be late for your bus!”

“Okay, bye mom, by dad!” Mabel and Dipper said, getting out of the car. The twins watched their parents drive away.

“Are we really not gonna use our powers for a whole summer?” Dipper asked Mabel. Mabel scoffed.

“Pssht. No. We just gotta be sneaky about it, bro-bro.”

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Mabel found her twin brother staring at a control panel in a tree.

“Whoa, bro-bro, what’s that?” she asked. Dipper shrieked, startled. Mabel giggled.

“Well, uh, I don’t know what it is,” Dipper said, regaining his composure.

“Try pushing one of the buttons,” Mabel suggested.

“I don’t think that’s the best idea,” Dipper began. Mabel excitedly pushed three of the buttons in quick succession. With a shudder, the ground began to move. Dipper and Mabel yelped and scrambled away from the base of the tree. The twins stared at the hole in the ground.

“We should explore it!” Mabel said excitedly.

“Yeah, but maybe we should get Wendy or Soos, first,” Dipper said. A low moan echoed from the hole, making the twins jump. Mabel nodded.

“That might be a good idea.”

A few minutes later, Wendy, Soos, Dipper, and Mabel descended the staircase, into the strange hole in the ground.

“What is this place?” Dipper wondered.

“Some kind of bunker, maybe,” Wendy said. “My dad’s got one like this, just in case the apocalypse happens or whatever.” The lantern she was holding flickered. “Oh, dam- darn it.” The lantern went out. The four of them were engulfed by darkness.

“Mabel, you’re not wearing your lightbulb sweater or something, are you?” Soos asked.

“No,” Mabel said, “but I am wearing my glowy skin.”

“Your what?” Wendy asked.

“Well, actually, I’m always wearing it,” Mabel said. She began to emit a bright, rainbow-colored glow. Wendy, Soos, and Dipper winced, covering their eyes.

“Mabel, turn it down a bit,” Dipper said.

“Sorry,” Mabel said, dimming slightly until she was about the same brightness as a glow stick.

“Dude, how are you doing that?” Wendy asked. “It’s sick, man.” Mabel shrugged.

“I was born able to light up a room. And that’s without using my superpowers,” she said with a grin. Dipper rolled his eyes.

“Whoa, wait. Hambone, you’ve got superpowers?” Soos said eagerly. “That’s like, the dream!”

“Dipper’s got ‘em, too,” Mabel said. “They’re not as pretty as mine, but they’re all right.”

“You’ve gotta show us your powers,” Wendy said to Dipper. He rubbed the back of his neck.

“My parents said not to show anyone,” he said quietly.

“Aw, come on, man!” Wendy said. “It’s me and Soos! Who are we gonna blab to, huh?”

“Fine,” Dipper mumbled. He disappeared.

“Whoa!” Soos said. “So, you can turn invisible?” Dipper reappeared.

“Y-yeah.”

“That’s pretty cool, dude,” Wendy said, winking at Dipper. Dipper blushed slightly.

“Okay, back to exploring this bunker,” he said. “Do you think there’s a light switch somewhere?”

“Oh, here’s one,” Soos said. He flicked the light switch on. Nothing happened. “Hmm.”

“Maybe it’s broken,” Mabel suggested. She joined him by the wall. “That’s a weird looking light switch.”

“Lemme try again,” Soos said. He flicked the switch. There was a shudder. A section of the wall moved, revealing a closet. “Dudes, check it out! There’s like, costumes in here!”

“Ooh, I like this one!” Mabel said, grabbing a bright red one. She squinted at it. “Wait…” Mabel turned to Dipper. “This looks sorta familiar.” Dipper took the costume from her and peered down at it.

“This looks like the costume one of those guys used. Y’know, the ones that got superheroes banned?”

“Oh, right!” Wendy said. “What did they call themselves? The Mystery Trio or something?”

“They never called themselves that,” Soos intervened. “The media called them that.” He puffed his chest out proudly. “I should know. I am their number one fan. I even have an autograph from one of them.” Soos began to rummage around in his pockets.

“If those guys’ costumes are here, does that mean that they’re here, too?” Dipper said slowly. His eyes widened. “We could have walked past a former superhero and not even realized it!”

“Dude, I think I would know if there were retired superheroes living in Gravity Falls,” Wendy said. “I mean, I’ve lived here my whole life. And I’ve never seen anyone with powers until, like, today.”

“Got it!” Soos said triumphantly, holding out a dingy photograph. He handed it to Mabel. “Flamethrower signed it for me.”

“Cool!” Mabel said. She frowned. “The handwriting looks familiar. Dipper, look.” Dipper peered over her shoulder.

“Yeah, it does. I can’t place it, though.” Footsteps suddenly echoed from the direction of the staircase. “Oh no! Someone’s coming!”

“Hide!” Mabel whispered, handing the autograph to Dipper and diving behind a barrel.

“Mabel, you’re still glowing!” Dipper hissed.

“Oh, right!” Before Mabel could stop glowing, someone walked into the room, with them, some form of light. The four of them looked up warily. Standing before them, his hand on fire, was someone they recognized very well. Dipper suddenly placed the handwriting on the autograph. It was the same writing on the “sale” signs in the Gift Shop.

“Dude…” Soos breathed. The retired superhero, Stan Pines, quirked an eyebrow.

“What are you kids doing down here?”

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