#leprecorn.

[legendaryrat]

"Hello!"

My newest silly little oc!

Nobody say anything about "her exsistance being impossible".. if a leprecorn can exist so can she.

[thisispersonal]

since I was late for hermittober I wanted to catch up on the prompts. this is for 4, woods.

[gin-juice-tonic]

Looking through old papers trying to find something. See a picture of ford saying "do you want to hear my joke about how gender is like leprecorns"

I have no idea what the punchline of that one was going to be

[misteria247]

1981 Journal Entry #2:

I've lost track of how long I've been plagued by the nightmare. All I know is that I get very little sleep, and it's starting to take its toll. I've been trying to research what I can about that Mystery Caller who had started this whole thing. There's very little I've been able to find. I'd gone through countless documents and books and everything that Gravity Falls has to offer. Yet it alludes me, the answer to this nightmarish game. I'm starting to turn to the more docile anomalies to try and find answers. And what I've been getting has been.......unsettling.

For example, the other day when me, Lee and F were on a field expedition. The Leprecorns (which I personally do not like) were talking to F and Lee. Seemingly enjoying their presence and conversation, while I took notes and drew rough sketches in my journal. When one of them approached me. He was an older Leprecorn, with a slightly weathered face and eyes that held the sheen of an older man. He was staring at me, not saying a word, to the point where it made me squirm from it. It felt like he was staring straight through me like the eyes that lurked in the shadows in my nightmare.

After what felt like eons he finally spoke.

"......You've been marked laddie."

I don't think I'd ever felt my stomach drop so fast at a simple sentence, that by all accounts had nothing to do with me. I glanced up to make sure that Lee and F were still distracted before I responded to him in a low tone.

"What do you mean by that? I don't-"

The Leprecorn interrupted me at that moment, his tone firm and damning.

"Ey, I recognize the look son. You haven't been sleeping have ya? It's because yer marked. By something foul, something dark. I've seen it before. Others who've been marked by the beast."

I couldn't breathe, because I knew somehow deep in my very bones that he was talking about that anomaly who had called into the station. The anomaly who had been haunting my dreams.

"The beast....? Who is this creature? What does it want with me?"

I'd inquired, perhaps a bit desperately, wanting to know what I was up against. Instead I was met with a grim, somber expression. Like.....like he was staring at a dead man.

"I don't know much myself lad. No one really knows about the beast. But......we do know that those who are marked do not meet a good end. Just.......be careful boy. He watches."

And then he'd left, seemingly done with the conversation. Leaving me shaken beyond belief. It took everything I had to not show it when F and Lee were finally done with their conversation and we'd packed up to head home. I don't think I was successful though, because my brother stuck to my side for the rest of the evening. As if he sensed that I wasn't okay at all. I don't know what being marked means, nor do I want to. I just want this to end, before someone else is dragged into this eldritch horror.

I'm going to try and get some sleep tonight. I can't let whatever this thing is win. I'd rather die than let him stand victorious over me. I'm going to do research on how to stop the calls as well. One encounter was enough.

Signing off

Stanford Pines

1981 Journal Entry #2 continued time 3AM:

I can't stop shaking.

I can't stop, my hands they're trembling from the nightmare. It was different, after so long with the same thing it changed.

The voices from the shadows they spoke to me. They said my name, surrounded by the static of that anomaly. His tone sounded cheerful but somehow I know that it was a rouse. He wasn't cheerful at all.

He was angry.

Like a lion in a cage, he had his fangs bared towards me. He....he'd said that if I keep digging, if I don't play his game........I was going to regret it.

I don't know what he means by that. But I can take whatever he throws at me, I'm not weak. I can handle any blows he's got for me. And yet.....

Why can I not shake the feeling that something awful is on the horizon?

Signing off

Stanford Pines

[jacky-rubou]

you guys ever really notice how casually suicidal Ford comes off sometimes? he constantly refers to himself dying without seeming to mind the idea or fearing it, always begs those around him to get away from danger rather than save him from said danger, is generally just... reckless beyond reason sometimes and even called his mission a suicide mission when the kids went to do practically the same thing he was going to do before the portal opened... and all that.

but also... maybe it's inconsequential and not something to look so far into, but Ford also jokes about suicide at least twice in the journal. Once, where he begs in code 'KILL ME PLEASE' in reference to the Leprecorn, and the other when he recounts his time in the M dimension. While yes, they are clearly jokes, with what we know about Ford's thoughts about death already, there seems to be something more there, you know? who knows, maybe he was feeling a bit suicidal by the time he got to the m dimension and when he got back to the journal to recount his time there, he joked about it with the 'muicidal' pun to make it seem less bad or something. who knows?

i know i'm probably looking way too deep into that stuff about the jokes, but you know what they say, jokes have some truth in them!

[piss-pumpkin]

🌲way back when🍀

Dipper pines x reader, Douce amere chapter 11, ~2.7k words Prev Masterlist

A/n: obligatory prequel chapter

Sometimes, you meet somebody, and forget what life was ever like without them. Sometimes you meet somebody who makes you better, sometimes they bring out the worst in you. Sometimes you forget who you were, or what you did before them. And somehow Dipper was all of that, all at once, way back when. An eternity ago now, it seemed. Back when you were thirteen.

His hands clutched his journal, squinted eyes trained on the messy ink drawings dotting the pages. For rather unfortunate reasons, his shoes were absent from his feet. He grumbled as he walked through the forest, and mindlessly stepping over tree roots and brambles. “Ugh,” he sighed to himself, looking up. “Stupid leprecorn.”

He stepped on a particularly branched twig. “Fuck,” he winced, fists clenching around the book. He shook his foot angrily as he picked the splinters out of his sock. He grumbled again, more like a growl.  

As he started to walk again, an unfortunate gust of wind broke through the trees, knocking his hat off his head. His arms flew to shield his face from the wind, and he turned his head away from it as he moved to pick up his pine tree cap. He clenched his jaw, seething out another curse as he kept moving, following the trail of gold coins. 

Because of course it had to be a leprecorn, according to Ford, the most annoying creature in Gravity Falls. The worst half of both a unicorn, and leprechaun, and he made the mistake of having any kind of interaction with it. Ford would not be proud. And of course it had to run off with his shoes.

“Fuck!” 

Dippers eyes widened a moment. The leprecorn wouldn’t curse, he was far too friendly, and just the slightest bit condescending. Like he was above cursing, and looked down on Dipper for using some rather colourful language when he made off with his shoes. Dipper slowed down, creeping up to where he heard the voice. Sounded pretty human. He carefully tiptoed around a few trees, lips pursed and feet carefully navigating the brush and twigs as not to hurt himself, or make a sound.

As he got closer, he heard more in incessant yelling. Quietly, he stood behind a wide pine tree and listened, thankful the forest wasn’t too dense to hear. 

“I swear to fucking god, you’re gonna have to come out of there eventually,” they shouted. Dipper flinched as he heard a banging sound. “Just give it to me and I won’t kick your ass!”

A muffled voice came next. “Never, bitch!” He shouted. “It’s mine!”

”It’s not!” The other voice yelled, seeming baffled at the others obstinance. Dipper heard another thud, and the second voice let out a startled hiss. 

Dipper winced, and despite his better judgement, he peeked out from his hiding place. He saw, among other things, a person kicking a decaying half a tree with a fury that left him furrowing his brow. That’s. Something. He watched from behind a tree for a few moments, until something rather unfortunate happened. 

As he leaned over, his foot slipped. And he had enough grace to recover, of course. But not quietly. And just icing on the cake, another sharp twig stabbed his foot, making him suck a breath in through his teeth. 

The person whipped their head around, a sneer painted across their lips. “And who the fuck are you?” They accused. They turned again to the tree, and Dipper noticed a hollowed out hole in the tree, a burrow of some kind, and a pair of eyes peeking out from its darkness. “What,” they said, slapping the tree. Or maybe it was more of a tall stump. “You call backup or something?” 

Dipper put his hands up trying to say no as he shook his head. As he tried to deny, the words didn’t come out. Why was he doing this? He could just go catch that leprecorn. This was suspicious as hell.

The mysterious angry person scowled, and shook their head. “Whatever man,” they sighed. “Are you… not backup?” They asked curiously, not taking their eyes off the hole in the tree.

”Um, no,” Dipper managed. “What’s going on there?” He asked, pointing at the tree. 

The muffled, gnome-y voice broke through the tree again. “Hey wait, is that Dipper?” 

Dipper cringed, wincing as the stranger scowled at him. “Fuck, you are with him!” They said, mouth ajar and face fallen.

”Hey, Dipper, get me out of here, this asshole is crazy!” The gnome said. Dipper sighed, fist clenched in anxiety. It sounded a lot like one of Mabel’s boyfriends. He glanced at the person again, and the anger on their face. 

He pointed at the tree hole, “yeah, uh, I don’t really like that guy,” he stuttered, trying to recover his reputation. 

“Hey!” The muffled gnome yelled. “We have history, and they stole my hat!”

The stranger kicked the tree again, presumably to shut up the gnome. “Hey, I gave it back!” They said, slapping the tree. “Unlike some people in this situation.”

Dipper sheepishly stepped closer, more than curious. “Yeah, I’m not with him,” he said, closing his journal. “He dated my sister and then tried to kill me.” He smiled as they snickered. Maybe he could calm them down? “So, what’s going on?” He asked cautiously, eying the hole in the tree. 

The stranger pursed their lips, and kicked the bark. “Little bugger in there stole my phone,” they said. Finally looking Dipper in the eye. Wow, they look pretty intense, Dipper thought. 

What? Dipper squinted, not sure what to make of… this. The people of Gravity Falls didn’t go into the woods. Even after the society of the blind eye stopped mind erasing them. Most of them didn’t want to see the horrors or the mysteries. Who is this?  Gravity Falls was a small town, quaint, even. And Dipper was pretty sure he’d never seen this person around before. “Uh- who are you?” He asked, confused. “And why are you out here anyway?” He crossed his arms, “and why did he steal your phone?” he added carefully. Exactly how supernatural or dangerous was the situation?

“I’m Y/n,” they said simply, sticking and arm into the tree hole. “A gnome ran off with my phone while I was… recording shit around here,” they said, attention mostly on trying to fish the gnome out of the hole. 

Recording? Are- are they trying to document Gravity Falls mysteries? Research? Dippers mind raced, and he didn’t manage to say anything. Where are they from? Surely not here, right? He furrowed his brow. Who is this? That seemed to be the key question. 

“You seem like you’re thinking a lot of thoughts right now,” they said, squinting at Dipper and eyeing his socks. 

Dipper shook his head, “Wait, are you researching the mysteries of this town?” He asked, nearly desperate. He stepped closer, abandoning the tree he once hid behind to stand closer and get a better look at them.

He watched intently as they pursed their lips, still scrounging around the tree for the gnome. “I guess you could say that,” they shrugged nonchalantly. Their casual attitude was quickly contradicted by a smirk tugging at their lips, almost excited. “Why?”

Dipper smiled, coming closer, pine tree journal in hand, fingers flipping through the pages until he landed on his entry on gnomes. “What do you know?” He asked excitedly, “I’ve been doing research too, trying to find out whatever I can about Gravity Falls, maybe we could join forces an-“ he stopped, looking up from his pages. 

They were still smirking, leaning against the tree, and Dipper was struck with a thought. Maybe it was something about the smile that set him off. Is this a trap? He trailed off his words, and stopped mid step, watching as they tilted their head in confusion. Maybe in suspicion. 

“Can you open your eyes wide?” He asked, hesitantly holding his journal to his chest.

“What?” They asked, squinting as if to intentionally deny his request. “Why?”

Dippers brow furrowed, and he stepped back. God he was an idiot. A random person, that he’d never seen or heard of, just standing in the woods right in his path, doing exactly what he would do. Why wouldn’t it be a trap? “C-can you just do it?” He asked. More like demanded. 

They raised their brow, but didn’t relent in opening their eyes. “Um, no you weirdo. Why?” They asked, shaking their head. 

“Yeaaaah, what are you doing, get them off me,” the gnome yelled. They quickly kicked the tree again to quiet him. 

Dipper shook his head. But Bill’s dead. That wouldn’t make sense. “I’ve never seen you here before, why is that?” He asked cautiously, stepping away once more.

”I’m just in town for the summer,” they deadpanned, glaring at him. 

Just like him. Ugh. Dippers face scrunched. Like everything they said made it more suspicious. “Can you just open your eyes?” He asked. More like pleaded. 

They looked him over, and he suddenly felt smaller as their eyes seemed to scan him intensely, still half lidded as to deny his ask. “Fine,” they spat. They widened their eyes, staring at him like he was just a small little bug. 

Dipper sighed. Normal pupils. Of course. Was he losing it? He sighed again, looking at the ground. He didn’t have any shoes on. “Uh, thanks,” he managed. 

They raised their brow. “You’re a weird guy, Dipper.” 

He winced. Did he tell them his name? 

“Haha, tell me about it!” The gnome laughed from inside the tree. 

“Shut the fuck up,” they said, punching the tree. 

Of course it was the gnome who said his name. So much for any bit of… privacy? Mystery? What was their name again? They definitely said it. He pursed his lips. Did that not hurt their hands?  

An awkward silence followed. Dipper stood, a few paces away from them as they once again started to dig through the tree and try to taunt out the gnome. Like he wasn’t even there. Dipper wiped his palm on his shirt, and cleared his throat, “um, is there anyway I could help you get your phone back… uh- what was your name, again?” 

They sighed, looking Dipper over yet again. They waved their head back and forth in a contemplative gesture as they groaned out a hesitation. “Uhhhhhh,” they started. “Yeah, I could take you in a fight,” they nodded. “So once again, I’m Y/n, and yes, you can help.”

Dipper opened his mouth to retaliate, but nothing came. They were probably right about the fight comment. He approached the tree, a little further from you then last time.

You looked at him, crossing your arms. “With two of us we might be able to kick it down,” you said, eyeing the bark. Decaying, but not quite dead yet. 

“Uh,” Dipper said, “I could try something else first.” He knocked politely on the wood. “Ummmm,” he trailed off a moment, trying to remember the name. “Jeff?” He asked, praying he got it right.

”What,” the gnome snapped angrily.

Dipper sighed in relief, and leaned against the stump. “Okay, what if I could get you a date with my sister, would you come out and give their phone back?”

The tree stump was silent a moment, and you raised your brow at him, curious but quiet. 

“I’m over her, we want a different queen now,” he said finally. 

Dipper and you sighed in unison as he shook his head. “Dude, why haven’t you formed the big gnome with your buddies yet, why are you even in here?”

The stump was silent for longer this time. Each of you got a few blinks in as you glanced around waiting for a response.

”They’re on the other side of the forest.”

You put your palm to your face, “Jesus fucking Christ, gnome, give it back and we can all move on with our days. Are you a big fan of seething in the stump?”

A few beats of silence past, and Dipper started to hear bored tapping of your foot on the dirt. And just then remembered he didn’t have shoes on. That’s a little embarrassing. Hopefully they forgot about that.

“What if I like it in here,” Jeff said smugly. 

“I could change that,” you growled, winding up to kick the tree again. 

Dipper stopped you, putting and arm up between you and the tree, “No, no, has that worked at all?” 

“No, but it’ll make me feel better.”

The gnome started to yell, “Well my feelings matter too!”

You seethed for a moment, and Dipper watched and you gestured wildly at him, mouth open and contorted in rage. “You see what I’m dealing with, here?”

He nodded, “Okay, Jeff, what can we do to get you out of there?” 

The tree was silent. “Gah,” Dipper managed, shielding his face from the wind. Another gust blew through the forest, and once again his hat was knocked off. Luckily this time, somebody was there to catch it before it blew away, or hit the dirt. 

You handed it to him wordlessly, still waiting for the gnome to speak. Carefully, he took it, making eye contact once again, and staring at your pupils. They really weren’t a trap. He smiled sheepishly as he took it, trying to recover any goodwill he had before his accusations. “Uh, thanks,” he said. 

“Promise they won’t hit me,” the gnome said, before you could reply. 

Dipper looked over at you, as you clenched a fist in anger. Grumbling and sucking a breath in through your teeth, nodded, barking out a “fine,” as you crossed your arms. 

“And I want you to delete the pictures.”

Dipper raised his brow as you sighed again, reluctantly agreeing. 

The gnome poked his head out, hat and phone clutched in his hands. He looked skeptically at you, squinting his eyes as he cautiously climbed out of his hole. He landed with all fours on the dirt, and hunched over as he settled his hat on his head, and handed Dipper your phone. “Now let me see you get rid of the pictures.”

Dipper sheepishly handed you your phone, trying not to meet your glaring eyes. You knelt down for the gnome, and let him watch your phone screen. 

Dipper stood as you did it, awkwardly trying to preserve your privacy by not looking at the screen. He pursed his lips and scanned the forest floor, trying to find the trail of gold coins he abandoned to help you.

And with a small hiss, Jeff dashed off into the thicket, and suddenly you were standing beside him again, arms crossed and glaring at the brush where the gnome ran off. You side eyed him a moment, and he nearly froze. 

“Thanks for the assist,” you said, looking back at the trees, face considerably softer. “Is Dipper your actual name, or was he being a dick?”

”Uh,” Dipper stuttered. “No, I actually do go by Dipper,” he said, holding his journal close to his chest.

”Well Dipper,” you said, turning over to him. “You really helped me out, anything I can do to repay you? Did a different gnome steal your shoes, or something?”

Dipper blushed, suddenly acutely aware of how his feet were dirty, and a little wet. “Uh, leprecorn, actually,” he winced.

Your brow raised. “Oh? I’ve never seen one of those,”you said, following his eye to the gold coin trails. “Can I kick it for you to get them back?”

“A-alright,” he laughed nervously. “If it comes to it.”

                                             …

Not the smoothest first meeting. Far from the best. But you both pulled through. Even if Dipper thought you were possessed, or some sort of creature out into get him. Even if you wanted to bite his head off for a few moments. Even if you ended up losing your selfies wearing the silly gnome hat. 

Eventually, you found the leprecorn, and you ended up drop kicking it after taking the shoes. But it didn’t end there, lucky you. 

One thing led to another, and you were friends. And then some years later, more than that. What a crazy life. 

Next

Anyway I wanted to do a cute little break chapter. Like the confession arc just ended so we get a little intermission before the next arc. Like this chapter doesn’t even meet my word count minimum. Anyway I get a little silly with it for the next part ngl. I got a little goofy. And a little Angsty.

Actually let me just tell you I decided like so long ago to write an angst arc, then I got to writing it and was like “wait I hate writing angst and also I’m bad at it” so I changed a few things. Anyway.

Tag list: @cipheress-to-k-pop @dead-esque

[flatassthrowaway]

Passionately and Deeply

~Chapter Two~

New to the series? Read the prologue!

As always, let me know what you think! Enjoy!

“Well, perhaps if you’re Irish, you may enjoy the leprecorn,” he told me about his most vexing oddity that he discovered in his younger years as we strolled through the streets of downtown Gravity Falls.

“And it plays ‘Danny Boy’ through its horn? Come on Ford! You don’t like that song?” I asked.

“The song itself is fine. The way that leprecorn plays it is maddening,” he said, making me laugh.

We’ve been hanging out like this since that fateful night when his brother was mean to me. That was almost a month ago, and it’s the first day of spring.

Since then, I found that he lives at a tourist trap called the Mystery Shack with his twin brother. He also neglected to tell me he had a twin brother. Soos (who is the one who runs the show) aka Mr. Mystery, Melody, and Abuelita also live there, and his great-niblings also come to visit during the summer.

That shack looks so small from the outside, but… it must be one of those houses that’s actually a lot bigger on the inside.

I would know, because I actually spent quite a bit of time in that house. While Ford was working on his projects, I took the time to either complete my work alongside him or raid his bookshelf. When I raided his bookshelf, I found that he had the Lord of the Rings series. That series always interested me, but I never got a chance to read them.

Ford also introduced me to a game he adored called Dungeons, Dungeons, and More Dungeons. Thankfully, he guided me along the way, but it was confusing when first starting. I did enjoy FCLORPing, which seemed similar to this, so it ended up being fun for me too once I started to catch on, and I knew what the rules were.

I also hooked up an Apple TV to their own TV (which was surprisingly compatible with the newest technology, but I’m not going to question it), and we’ve been watching documentaries on Netflix. From Blackfish, to Mission Blue, it’s held our attention pretty well.

And it’s bonded us closer. Not only us, but Soos, Melody, and even Abuelita.

Speaking of Soos and Melody, she is about to give birth any day now. She is officially on bed rest, and Abuelita and Soos pamper her.

I hope I have that when I start having children. I’ve been longing for a strong, familial unit of my own for a while now.

The only one who still isn’t my biggest fan is Stan. I thought since I showed everyone who I was that he would start to ease up on his rough attitude towards me, but… no. He still doesn’t like the fact that I’m hanging around his brother.

It’s making me question if I’m doing something wrong. It’s a little too late to say that Ford and I should stop being friends, because we would both be hurt in the long run. We work really well together, and… honestly, I can’t picture not having him in my life anymore.

“Hey,” Ford said my name. “Are you up for a little trek? I want to show you something that I’ve only shown a select few.”

“Really? What is it?” I asked.

Ford smiled. “It’s something so rare, not even my brother has seen it. Only my closest friend and my great nephew have seen this.”

“C’mon, quit holding out on me, dude! You have to show me this thing!” I nudged his shoulder.

Ford put his hands up in defense, smiling jovially. “Alright, alright,” he said, as if he wasn’t the one who tried to get me all excited to see this object of his suggestion. “If you insist.”

I rolled my eyes playfully. “Shut up!”

“I never said anything, dear.”

We walked along a path into the forest, where I admired all of the wildlife along the way. Deer, squirrels… gnomes… minotaurs… handsome men…

Wait, what?!

I whipped my head around as we walked to look at a random blonde haired blue eyed man in designer clothing sniffing the ground as if he were a dog, and lifted his bottom in the air as he walked on all fours.

Ford had noticed I stopped, and grabbed my shoulders to keep me moving. “Come along, dear.”

I looked over my shoulder to keep staring at that man. That was a sight I never thought I’d see. It’s almost like that man was completely feral. I looked up at Ford, and he was completely unfazed.

Well, it’s Gravity Falls. If it’s not weird, that’s what’s unusual.

We arrived at a clearing that overlooked a strange shape in the cliff facing it. It was mostly what you’d expect a grassy clearing to look like, except there was a small hill in the middle of the clearing.

“Woah… what is this place?” I asked, in awe of its beauty.

“This is the Crash Site Omega or the CSO for short,” he told me. “It’s a place that… well… only the closest people to me have seen.”

“I can see why,” I told him, turning to see the town. “The view from here is amazing! You can almost see the whole town from here.”

He smiled. “Exactly,” he said. “And… there’s also another reason why I brought you here.”

I turned to him as he walked up to where I was standing. “Yeah? What’s that?” I asked.

“Later tonight, I was planning to stargaze here. Apparently, a meteor shower is supposed to take place at eight thirty,” he told me. “I checked the calculations myself, and for once, the news is correct. And… I would like it if you joined me.”

I nodded eagerly. “Definitely! This will be my first meteor shower!” I told him.

Ford smiled. “This will be the first meteor shower that I’ve seen in over thirty years,” he told me.

“Now we have to make it extra special!” I said, before my face dropped. “What does one bring to a meteor shower to make it special?”

He chuckled. “For starters, some may bring lawn chairs or blankets, but I settle for the latter,” Ford said. “They’re much comfier to sit upon.”

“Ah, that’s it!” I exclaimed. “I’ll provide the hot chocolate! We just… have to meet in town again. I don’t know how to get back here, even if I tried.”

Ford chuckled. “Not to worry, dear,” he told me. “You can meet me by that clock with the fist indent in the pole at 7:30.”

I smiled. “Great! It’s a date. See ya later, Ford!” I told him, going on my way back to town.

Before I could even make it a yard away, Ford called my name. “The way to town is that way,” he told me, pointing in the opposite direction to where I was going.

I felt my face get hot with embarrassment. “I knew that,” I told him. “I was just testing you to make sure you knew that, too.”

Ford laughed at my bullshit excuse. “Let’s get you to town safely,” he said as he began leading the way.

“My hero!” I cheered, running to catch up with him. He cracked a smile, and looked at the trees. His ears turned a little red… unless they were already red from before. I mean, it is the first day of spring, so it is still a little cool.

Ford led me back to town, and from there I bought a whole box of hot chocolate. I returned around 7:30 to the clock with the fist indented pole with my thermos and two mugs and waited for him to arrive. Thankfully, he didn’t keep me waiting long, and had the flannel blanket underneath his arm.

“Shall we get going, my dear?” he asked.

I nodded, smiling at him. “We shall.”

We both softly laughed as we made our way back to the Crash Site Omega, or the CSO to set up camp. Ford straightened out the blanket on the grass as I poured the hot chocolate in the mugs.

Once he was finished, we both sat on the blanket and placed our mugs together with a small clink. Afterwards, we watched over the night sky with no sound but the crickets playing their lovely melody for us.

After a while, the meteor shower started. Never did I see so many natural lights in the sky at once. It was breathtaking, how the meteors danced across the sky. I couldn’t take my eyes off of the display that nature had gifted us on this sunday night.

Good thing I’m off tomorrow.

The peak activity started to die down a few hours later, and Ford decided to break the comfortable silence between us by calling my name. I looked at him.

“You know, it’s rather rare for a meteor shower to be so visible at this time,” he said with a smile on his face. “They usually appear after midnight, and this is usually due to the fact that the Earth is facing forward in its orbit, which means more space debris may be encountered.”

“Woah… that’s so riveting,” I said, looking at the night sky again.

It started to hurt to crane my neck to look up at the night sky, so I laid down on the blanket. I think Ford had the same idea, as he laid down next to me.

“Ford.”

“Yes, dear?”

“What do you think happens when we die?” I asked.

“What an abrupt question…” he said.

“I don’t know why staring at this meteor shower triggered it, but… I was just curious what you thought.”

“Well…” he started. “I believe there is some sort of afterlife.”

“Yeah?”

“Yes,” he said. “To be honest… I believe that when we die, we gain all the knowledge we lacked in this life, as without our physical bodies holding us back… we can achieve so much more as spiritual beings.”

“Wow… Stanford, that’s really profound…”

“Isn’t it?” he said. “That, and we get to traverse the universe without harm. We are observers, but there is the rare chance that we can meddle in the physical world, just very subtly, though.”

I sighed with a smile. Being here, with him… it makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside… almost as if the voice inside of me is telling me that I was supposed to be here, at this exact time, in this exact location, with this exact person, talking about… this.

This must be what it feels like to be at peace.

“What about you, dear? What do you believe?” he asked.

“I believe the same as you, believe it or not,” I told him. “I feel a strong lull from the universe, like I am exactly where I need to be at this moment.”

I’m being really vulnerable with him right now… maybe a little too vulnerable.

He must think I’m insane for saying something like that.

“It’s extraordinary that you said that,” he said my name, looking into my eyes. “Because I feel the same way. I was supposed to be here at this exact moment… with you.”

I smiled serenely, looking into his copper brown eyes. “So you feel the same way.”

Ford nodded, looking back at the night sky. “I… was honestly afraid of how quickly our relationship formed,” he admitted. “I thought I had been finally losing my mind… but I think I finally found someone with whom I can be my complete self.”

I felt my eyelids become heavier as I turned my gaze to the meteor shower, maintaining my smile. “I completely concur…” I said, my eyelids closing.

💚

A/N: I've been thinking about uploading on Saturdays instead of Fridays for this series, but it depends on how I feel. If you've read to this point, thanks for reading!

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[kezisdrawing]

After working on this for way too long, here is my drawing for @forduary week 2! The Hawktopus is one of my favorite anomalies in the real life Journal 3, in large part due to Ford's note: "Too stupid to study." This man did a two page spread on the Leprecorn, but somehow this is where he draws the line? I like to think there's more to the story than that, and that maybe the Hawktopus is really just too much of a hassle to research. So this is my interpretation of Ford's first encounter with one!

[stanfordpinescalloutblog]

I'm a leprecorn and stanford pines drop kicked me in 1980 and he still hasn't paid my medical bills! All I did was sing him a sweet irish jig and exist!

Aw man that's a new low for him. It sucks that it's been so long so you can't really sue him for that now. I hope you pay off your medical bills eventually.

[yurigoggles]

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[nias-nook]

HELP ME of all plot beats you of course decided ford getting his shit wrecked by a leprecorn was what the public needed......and that's real of you actually. thanks so much tim!!! a banger as always

read @nias-nook’s fic ‘a stitch in time’ or i’ll do something bad. chapter 6 is out. read it or something bad will happen. on her profile. go read it

[gin-juice-tonic]

it messes me up so bad that theyre called “leprecorns” and not “leprechaunicorns”

what were they THINKING

[inthezoyne]

Journal three entries with captions part three:

Captions begin:

Scampfire

These spider like beasts pose as campfires, then spring to life when you get close. They like to eat campers, marshmallows and beans, but will feed on pretty much anything combustible.

Can be doused with water, but will hiss.

Kill Billy

Feral, fanged, glowing-eyed hill men that will suck your blood and steal your overalls! These may be the beings responsible for the cursed outhouses.

Communicates through grunts and ham-boning. When you hear bluegrass music, run for the nearest convenience store. They can’t get in. (No shirt, no shoes, no service)

Soothsquitos

Their bites spell out dire messages for your future, except they’re frequently misspelled! I was told to “BATCH OUT FOR WILL,” which, as far as I can tell, is utter nonsense!

“Steve”

Never actually seen its face. Covered in moss and mushrooms, hides in the forest, big enough to pick up my car and eat it. (Which it did! Years ago!) My theory is that this is some species of tree-giant.

Older than the town itself! It’s legs look remarkably like trees, and considering how many lumberjacks are nearby, that explains why it’s such a recluse.

I tried to communicate with it by speaking in low tones through a megaphone, but it threw a deer at me, and so I decided to leave it alone. I call it Steve because it acts like a Steve.

The invisible wizard

Don’t believe your eyes? Good. You don’t have to! This bizarre sorcerer is completely impossible to see with the naked eye. However with night vision goggles, I was able to get a brief glance of him trying on my suits in my closet. (He later turned my goggles into a bat)

POINTY HAT!

With a hat like that, he must be a wizard. Look at that ridiculous thing!

Piercing blue eyes, chiseled cheekbones could be a model if he wasn’t invisible.

BELT OF POTIONS

These must be what he drinks to stay invisible, and possibly to teleport through time. I don’t know where he’s from, but judging by the smell, I’m going to say it was a time when they hadn’t yet invited showers.

How to get rid of him? I may need to find another wizard to perform a “WIZZORCISM.” (More on those in journal 2).

The Abominable Bro-Man

What I would have given to find an actual yeti or Bigfoot! Instead, the only Cryptid I’ve discovered in local peaks is this obnoxious soda-swilling ape-beast who can only say:

“bro,” “righteous,” and “chill sesh.”

I assume he ate a hiker and stole his frayed baseball cap and cargo shorts, and has since started emulating him.

Barf Fairies

Unfortunately, exactly what they sound like. Had to wear a plastic poncho to study these in the wild. It’s possible their vomiting is a form of communication, but I didn’t stick around long enough to find out. Whatever it is they’re eating, I need to watch out for it.

Leprecorn

A disappointment to unicorn enthusiasts and leprechaun hunters alike, these giggling freaks of nature are found near rainbows and boxes of sugary cereal with colorful marshmallow shapes.

I was searching a nearby field for four-leaf clovers to use in a luck experiment when I encountered this… specimen. He said,

“TOP O’ THE MORNING TO YA!” and then proceeded to chew on my sideburns.

I picked him up by the horn and threw him as far as I could, but he trotted right back!

Their horns are musical and play a constant loop of “Danny Boy.” It is VERY IRRITATING. Gold coins fell out of his beard. I pocketed a few, but later discovered they were plastic. Everything about this creature is FRUSTRATING!

I shudder to think how such a horrific being came into this world. (Although for the record I will state that actual Unicorns are just as annoying.)

Stomach-Faced Duck

Some creatures in Gravity Falls inspire awe. Others inspire “AHHHHH!!!” I was immediately disturbed when I witnessed a flock of these malformed mallards swimming together in the center of the lake.

I purchased a duck whistle at the bait shop to see if one would return my call. Indeed he did. But when his mouth opened, I could see his intestines and other vital organs! it was horrifying! Although anatomically quite fascinating.

I quickly lost my appetite and turned over my crackers and sandwich to the birds, who were happy to finish them off. One might make a good pet. That is, if you could over the whole visible-intestines thing.

Question Quail

owls say “WHO.” These birds say “WHERE?,” “WHY?,” and “WHEN?” known by their black question markings. Perhaps cousins of the Apostro-Finch and Exclamation Parakeet

Cowl

Part cow, part owl, Lays milk filled eggs. Calls “M-HOO.” Even more of a paradox than its cousin the “Parrot-Ox”

Hawktopus

Too stupid to study.

Woodpecker-pecker

A miniature woodpecker that gets its meals by pecking bugs out of the back feathers of regular sized woodpeckers. May have a Woodpecker-pecker-pecker on its back. (Need microscope to investigate)

The Bottomless Pit

I want to “get to the bottom” of this mystery. But it seems impossible! This “Mobius Pit” seems to somehow impossibly loop back in on itself. Many that things are tossed in are eventually tossed right back out. But SOME things never return…

It is nearly impossible to predict what will return and what won’t. There are no discernible pattens in terms of time of day or weather conditions. Of course socks never come back. Junk mail almost always does. Ironically, nothing seems to get lost on Friday The 13th.

The speed at which things return also varies, but experimentation has taught me that if something does not return within twenty-four hours, it never comes back.

DO NOT THROW SOMETHING IN IF YOU EVER WANT TO SEE IT AGAIN!

One day I may have the courage to leap in out of curiosity. Although I might find myself on a plane of existence that I am not ready to handle

(or just waste twenty-one minutes telling myself stories to myself to keep entertained).

End of captions.

Comments:

I love how Stanford is just like, yeah this is too stupid to study, ANYWAYS THIS WOODPECKER WITH A TINY WOODPECKER ON ITS BACK THOUGH!!? Low wisdom high Intelligence.

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[npdclaraoswald]

"Ford has a deep respect and admiration for the cryptids he studies." Listen, I love Ford, but he picked up a leprecorn and chucked it because he thought it looked stupid. No he doesn't <3

Hana Hyperfixates dropped a 5 hour Ford video but I'm at work 😭

[frosty1489]

Leprecorn

[themysteryshack]

Don’t patronize me, kid.  Everyone already knows there’s no terror in this town that can compare to me, so why would I waste an answer stating the obvious?

Real talk though, Gravity Falls may be lacking in the “cosmic horror” kind of crowd that I usually like to party with, but there’s still a lot of weirdos around here that are good for a chuckle.

Like that shapeshifter that Fordsy brought home!  Gotta love a monster who can inflict instant psychological trauma. 

Even if that meddling hillbilly hadn’t gotten a peek at me through the portal, I think ole Shifty would’ve driven him mad eventually!  Game recognizes game.

I’m a real fan of the unicorns too.  And here I thought I was petty! 

Plus you can never go wrong with obnoxious neon colors and blaring rave music!

Oh man, but they don’t hold a candle to the Leprecorns!  Not even I can get Ford’s goat like those little monstrosities!  He actually wanted to use them to experiment with the portal in the early days, but he hated them too much to even keep them around as guinea pigs!

Sometimes I’d drop into Sixer’s mind in the night for a quick nightmare and find his dreams chock full of Leprecorns already!  Of course, I couldn’t let the sugar-coated freaks upstage me, so they inspired me to whip up even more agonizing nightmares! 

I’ve gotta hand it to them, they prompted some of my finest work in millennia!

Just don’t forget, there’s only one king of nightmares in this multiverse, and you’re talkin’ to him!