#my commander is mabel

[digital-melancholy]

playing my mice deck

[marliesmarl]

Tried to draw some of my favourite characters

+ my persona

[ak319]

Yan Socialite brother x Fem G!P reader x Yan?Wife

➺Ezra Headcanon

As soon as Ezra was satisfied that your carriage had left the mansion safely, and after muttering a few prayers, he turned to Rowan, who immediately tensed in anticipation of the command to follow.

"Send invitations to all of my friends for a party. It will be held tomorrow evening at 7."

"But--milord, if I may ask, you've never thrown a party when the Lady of the house is away."

"Oh, Rowan, Rowan," Ezra's voice turned sharp as he stepped closer, his grip tightening on Rowan's face. "How could you even think it’s because my sister left that I’m hosting one, hm?" Rowan’s heart sank, panic rising as he feared he had offended his master. "N-no, no, I didn't mean it like that--"

"Oh, shush. I know exactly what you mean." Ezra's eyes narrowed as his grip loosened, but the cold edge in his voice remained. "But let it be clear, Rowan--this party isn't because my dear sister has gone on a trip. It's to celebrate her divorce."

Rowan’s face stayed tense, heart pounding in disbelief. A lavish party… because of the divorce? Of course, his master would. And it wasn’t as if your divorce had been a simple one, no, it unraveled painfully, each depressing knot pulled loose until it all fell apart. Your wife, Mabel, had suffered through two miscarriages--both of which, of course, were caused by Ezra. The relentless pressure and cruelty he'd put the poor woman through when you weren’t around like making her slip on the stairs--Rowan flinched, unwilling to relive that moment.

Afterward, Mabel had spiraled into such a deep depression that not even you could lift her out of it. Desperate, she finally asked for a divorce, which you granted. All because Ezra, in his twisted mind, deemed her nothing but a cheap whore, seducing his sister for money due to her lower-class background.

Rowan had conspired with his master throughout it all, so he wasn’t blameless. Yet, guilt still weighed heavy on him. Loyalty, after all, could blind a man just as easily as love.

"As you wish, master. I'll get straight to the arrangements."

Ezra sighed, clasping his hands together in front of him, a look of pure contentment spreading across his face as he basked in the sunlight, the gentle chirping of birds filling the air. Despite missing your presence and quietly worrying about your journey, he knew you needed this time away. You needed it to forget about that witch.

He prayed you wouldn’t return with another one.

༺𓆩❀𓆪༻

Time passed, and you slipped back into your usual routine after returning. Ezra, too, had finally found some peace. But, of course, his mother had to ruin things somehow. Out of nowhere, she brought up the topic of your marriage, prattling on about some suitor she had found--a girl from a "good family," Fiona Royce. Who the hell was that?

Ezra wasted no time investigating this supposed "catch." A good family, indeed. The eldest of three sisters, all of whom were well-bred. Fiona was smart, outgoing, and fashionable—qualities that, annoyingly, reminded Ezra of himself. But there was no way he was going to accept her. Not ever. In this estate, there was only room for one like him.

Without hesitation, he began spreading rumors about this so-called Fiona before you even had the chance to meet her. But Grace, sharp as ever, found out about her son's antics and scolded him harshly.

"You will not interfere in this matter, do you hear me?!" she snapped. "How can you spread such vile nonsense about someone’s daughter? The same could happen to yours one day. How would you feel then?!"

"Mother! I am not going to sit through another one of your lectures! (Y/N) just went through a divorce, and now you want to burden her with yet another problem?!"

"And I wonder what caused that."

Ezra folded his arms and scoffed, as if he had done nothing wrong, not a trace of regret on his face. "Gold diggers like her deserve exactly what she got."

"Well, news flash, Ezra--this marriage will happen. I can't stand to see my daughter in the state she's in, all alone. And just because her spoiled brother is too arrogant to accept it doesn’t mean it won’t. After (Y/N) gets married, I'll be finding your suitor too, so you can finally focus on your own life instead of meddling in your sister’s!"

"Mother, you can't do this! How-" Ezra’s voice was cut off as Grace stormed over, grabbing his shoulders firmly.

"Quiet. Enough of your tantrums, Ezra. Grow up. Learn to share--that's what I taught you, and what your father believed in. I swear, if you pull another one of your stunts, I will cut you off entirely. I won’t speak to you, nor will I see you again!"

His own mother, emotionally blackmailing him. Just… wow.

"You know what? Fine. Bring her here as your daughter-in-law. Let’s see what happens." Ezra's voice was laced with venom. "But mark my words--she’ll be just like the others."

With that, he slammed the door on his way out, leaving Grace standing there, wiping her tears. This was exactly why she had chosen Fiona. Only Fiona had the strength to tolerate Ezra, to stand toe-to-toe with him and still be a good wife to her daughter.

Grace composed herself before heading to your room, determined to ease your concerns about Fiona. She kept the truth hidden, though—about how Ezra had been the one to ruin Fiona’s reputation. She didn’t want to stir up unnecessary conflict between her children before the wedding.

༺𓆩❀𓆪༻

You met Fiona and were immediately drawn to her confident, sharp mind--not to mention her undeniable beauty. Her soft, golden hair seemed to glow in the sunlight as you both strolled through the gardens. Fiona wasted no time in trying to win you over. She needed to--she had wanted this for so long, ever since she first laid eyes on you at a party. Everything about you fascinated her, igniting a quiet obsession.

This was why her mother had subtly spoken to yours about Fiona being a potential suitor. Her parents, too, were impressed by their daughter’s choice and were eager to see it come to fruition.

The wedding soon took place, with Ezra maintaining his polite facade throughout the ceremony. But Fiona wasn’t fooled. She knew he was doing it all to stay in your good graces. Still, she wasn’t afraid. She had prepared for this moment, for the day she would become your wife and slowly capture your heart. She understood it would take time--after all, you were still likely weighed down by thoughts of your first marriage and the painful losses that came with it.

"How do I look?" Fiona asked, twirling slightly to show off her attire as you both prepared to leave for a dinner hosted by your business partner.

"Gorgeous, wife." You smiled, watching as she stepped closer, her fingers brushing your collar as she adjusted it.

"Is this the one Ezra gave you the other day?"

"Oh, no," she replied, smoothing the fabric. "I was going to wear that one, but I noticed the back was a bit torn, so I sent it off to be mended."

"Torn?" Your hands instinctively found her waist, pulling her gently toward you. "But Ezra is meticulous with his handiwork. How could that even happen?"

"No, he did a great job as always, perhaps the maid was too rough while washing it. But it's alright, darling." Fiona's voice was calm, but her resolve was unshakable. She wasn’t going to let Ezra control her life. What did he think? Showering her with gifts in front of you, trying to impress you with his false thoughtfulness, only to turn on her when you weren’t around? Not on her watch. She wasn’t Mabel--she wouldn’t crumble under his manipulation.

༺𓆩❀𓆪༻

"You know, since my sister isn't here, you should go back to your parents' house."

"Why is that, Brother Ezra?"

"Because your duty is to my sister, and she’s not here. It’s not like you’re contributing anything around here anyway." Ezra stood abruptly, pushing his chair back, but paused as he heard her voice behind him.

"I am not leaving."

"What did you just say?" Fiona rose gracefully and faced him with a determined look. "I said I am not leaving my wife's home. I am part of this family and this house, it's mine just as much as it is hers, and I will leave when I choose. In fact, I think (Y/N) would be quite upset if she returned to find her beautiful wife absent to welcome her."

She flashed a sharp, disdainful smile at him before turning on her heel and walking away, leaving Ezra dumbfounded. The audacity of this woman was infuriating. He knew he needed to take action before she became even more of a problem. But he had to be more calculated, she was not a meek lamb like Mabel.

So, before you returned, Ezra made an effort to apologize to Fiona, attempting to be as genuine as possible. Fiona remained wary, her suspicion of his motives not easily driven away.

When you returned, Ezra eagerly requested that you allow Fiona to work with him in his Clothing Workshop, praising her fashion sense. Fiona at first didn't want to work under him but this could be handy in way to win your sympathy if Ezra pulls another stunt and she also just wanted to please you , seeing how happy you were when he proposed this.

You agreed without hesitation, pleased to see them getting along. But your satisfaction turned to concern when Ezra erupted in tears and rage over half of his new line being destroyed by fire--on a night when Fiona had been working late.

After managing to calm Ezra and escort him to his room, you returned to your own, where you found Fiona sitting on the loveseat in the balcony.

"Are you here to scold me?" she asked, her voice trembling. "If you are, go ahead. I don’t mind. I don’t even care if you don’t trust me anymore because I’ve disappointed you... and even Ezra. I’ve caused a loss to this family--"

Before she could say more, you gently cupped her chin, guiding her gaze to meet yours. "Shh, don’t say that. I don’t want these beautiful eyes to be clouded with despair, love." You wiped away a tear, and she immediately sought comfort in your embrace.

"Ezra has always been a bit... sensitive and intense about his work," you said softly. "I think it might be best if you focus on managing the household instead."

Fiona looked up at you, her expression anxious. "Do you think I caused the fire?"

"No, no. I don’t think it was your fault. I’ve been informed that the fire started because of a faulty electrical wire," you reassured her. "Why would you put your own life at risk like that?"

Fiona’s relief was palpable. The truth was, she hadn’t caused the fire--Ezra’s sabotage was the real culprit. She could hardly believe she had managed to save herself in time. How low could Ezra sink?

"I just--worry for your safety," you continued softly. "After this, you two obviously can’t work together. So, please stay at home and manage the budget instead."

Fiona nodded, a flicker of triumph in her eyes. At least she had achieved something, despite the cost. 'Take that, Ezra. You won, but at what price?'

As time went on, you found yourself falling in love with Fiona, gradually healing from the trauma of your first marriage.

༺𓆩❀𓆪༻

"Where’s your ring, Fiona?"

Fiona looked at her hands in confusion and chuckled nervously. "Oh, it must be in the bathroom. I’ll be right back, love." She gave you a quick peck on the lips before hurrying to the shared room. To her dismay, despite turning the room upside down, she couldn’t find it. Panic set in--what would she say to you and your mother if she lost a family heirloom?

She suspected Ezra’s involvement. If he was behind this, he had made a grave mistake.

You were indeed pissed at her carelessness but eventually joined her in the search. Fiona managed to convince you that she might have left the ring at her parents' house during a recent visit to which you calmed down. It broke her heart as this was the first time she had seen you mad and it was because of her stupid mistake.

The next day, Fiona went to her parents' house first thing in the morning to look for the ring. Her hunch proved correct. She found it in the room of Obelia, her second sister, who had a known crush on Ezra.

"I-I’m sorry, sister," Obelia stammered, looking guilty. "Ezra’s servant brought the ring here and said it was just a harmless prank Ezra wanted to play on his sister-in-law. I didn’t realize it would cause such trouble."

"How many times have I told you to stay away from him? You should have informed me about this! Don’t you understand? HE’S TRYING TO DESTROY MY LIFE, MY RELATIONSHIP! HE EVEN TRIED TO KILL ME!" Fiona's mother stepped in, attempting to placate her daughter and offering apologies on Obelia’s behalf.

"W--why is it that you get to marry the person you choose, and I’m not allowed to have any say in who I like? Shouldn’t you be happy for me and arrange my marriage to him so we can be together? Maybe then he won’t harass you anymore!" Obelia’s own frustration now evident.

"Are you out of your mind? You want to marry that selfish bastard?! What kind of lies did Ezra tell you?"

"He didn’t lie, Fiona!"

"You know what? Fine. I’ll talk to Ms. Grace about Ezra’s marriage and see what happens. But listen to me, Obelia--don’t blame me for what happens to you if you choose to pursue this."

༺𓆩❀𓆪༻

To everyone’s surprise, Ezra agreed to the marriage, and preparations swiftly began. Fiona, however, was not taken aback. She saw through Ezra’s schemes--this was merely leverage to manipulate and threaten her using her own sister. 'If only you knew, Ezra, what I have in store for you.'

Almost a week after the wedding, tragedy struck when Obelia suffered a severe accident in her carriage, resulting in paralysis from the waist down. She was confined to bed, leaving everyone devastated. Ezra, however, was less concerned about her condition and more troubled by the prospect of being publicly labeled as having a handicapped wife.

“Something on your mind, Ezra?” Fiona’s voice cut through the silence, interrupting his contemplation in the gardens. Annoyed, Ezra turned to face her with a forced smile. “Just enjoying the scenery.”

“Hm. I’m also enjoying the view, but not here. Inside, watching my sister bedridden and helpless, unable to even manage something as simple as keeping track of a ring--now that’s truly satisfying,” Fiona retorted, her tone dripping with disdain.

“Wow, didn’t expect you to be so ruthless, sister-in-law. Nearly killing your sister over a ring? Tsk, tsk. How pathetic. Just what you'd expect from someone of your low class.”

“Call me whatever you want, Ezra. This is a warning--to show you how far I’m willing to go to stay by (Y/N)’s side. Obelia means nothing to me. I’ll fight anyone who tries to take her away.”

“I still don’t care, because guess what? She’s getting divorced. There’s no way I’m spending my life with... that.”

“Be my guest. But remember, Ezra, I’m just like you--willing to go to great lengths to protect what’s mine. And at the end of the day, there are some things only I can give (Y/N).” Fiona's words were laced with a cold certainty.

Ezra’s face flushed with rage as she leaned in closer, whispering in his ear.

“As in, you know... a child. You’re not that naive, are you? And believe me, (Y/N) really wants one. Really , really does. She tries every day.”

Ezra recoiled in disgust, his anger barely contained.

“Your parents clearly never taught you basic decency,” Ezra sneered, wiping his ear and glaring at Fiona with fierce determination. “I’d like to see you give birth to one first.”

“I’m not Mabel,” Fiona shot back, her voice cold and steady. “I’m not clumsy enough to fall or... reveal what happened on that ferry.” Ezra’s heart skipped a beat. Though he tried to mask his panic, Fiona saw through his facade.

“Oh, I’m aware of that incident. Anyone with a brain would be. But don’t worry, I won’t mention your name in connection with it. After all, you’re my wife’s brother, and I wouldn’t want her to face any humiliation or business losses because of you. So, let’s set aside this animosity and try to be... civil.”

“I won’t let you get away with this,” Ezra spat, swatting Fiona’s arm before storming off. To Fiona, now well-acquainted with Ezra’s manipulative tactics, it was clear he had assented in his own way, though he remained defiant. This was going to be an intriguing game from now on.

[golden-reverie]

Dewey Decimated

Chapter One

Author’s note: I genuinely don’t even know what to say, except thank you all so much!! I was expecting maximum like 10 likes on my last blurb, so the fact that 500+ people liked/reblogged it?? I'm forever indebted to you all. You make this so much more fun for a tentative writer like me!

Anyway, I’m finally sharing the first couple of installments of my very first series! Just a heads-up—it’s a slow burn, and, unfortunately, I’ve written it at an equally slow pace, so thank you in advance for your patience. At this point, it's a lot of just setting the scene, but it will get better (and spicier)—I promise! 💕

Summary : Mabel, a part-time librarian, finds solace in her carefully constructed routine—that is until Harry, an atypical library patron, unsettles the order she’s worked hard to maintain.

Word count: 2.4k

Warnings: Nothing quite yet, hints of past dom/sub relationships if you squint, brief mentions of complicated family dynamics (alcoholism and abandonment), toxic work environment-ish, and hints of a future dom/sub realtionship (if you really truly squint)

The library was Mabel’s refuge—a place where the world exhaled, its chaos dimmed to a distant murmur beneath the soft rustle of pages and the faint squeak of rolling carts. The air smelled of aged paper, leather bindings, and a hint of dust, settling over her like a familiar, worn blanket.

She just started her shift and was in the middle of shelving a stack of biographies, her fingers trailing the spines as if drawing reassurance from their steadfast order. The quiet, the predictability—it was the only part of her life that made sense.

She stretched her arms above her head, feeling the pull of exhaustion etched deep into her muscles. Northwind Publishing, her so-called “real” job, had wrung her dry per usual—early mornings, endless demands, her boss barking orders like she was his assistant and his punching bag. The paycheck wasn’t glamorous, but it kept her modest apartment and, more importantly, covered the twins’ tuition.

Her brothers, Charlie and Peter—now sophomores in college—were the reason she did everything. She’d promised herself long ago that they’d never be crushed by the weight of their father’s abrupt departure or their mother’s slow, suffocating unraveling afterward—a promise paid in the form of a miserable boss, double shifts at the library, and exhaustion woven into her bones.

Unlike their father, their mother didn’t leave them—not physically, at least. Shortly after “the departure,”—or “D-Day” as Charlie mordantly coined it—she’d lost her corporate job and found solace in the bottom of a bottle, leaving Mabel to shoulder the role of caretaker by the time she was a freshman in high school. Cooking meals, checking homework, wiping tears—she’d done it all. Maternal love had been transactional in that house, given only when it served a purpose. Now, Mabel’s love manifested itself in tuition payments and relentless sacrifice—but she was okay with that—as long as her brothers never felt that same hollow emptiness she did.

She sighed, casting a glance at the clock. One more hour, then she could shuffle home, microwave leftovers, and collapse into bed—only to rise at dawn and do it all again. The routine numbed her, but at least it was consistent. Consistency kept her grounded.

That is, until he walked in.

Harry.

She didn’t need to look to know it was him. He had a presence—one of those rare people who could command a room without saying a word. Even in the hushed sanctum of the library, he somehow made space bend around him.

There was a rhythm to his visits now—same time, same sections. He’d skim the Career & Business shelves before moving on to something more eclectic. Last week it had been Leaders Eat Last by Simon Sinek and Murakami’s Kafka on the Shore. She’d checked them out for him, her fingers brushing his as he handed over his library card.

It wasn’t like she went out of her way to notice him, exactly. But he was… hard to miss.

Tall and sharp-jawed, he was always dressed like he’d just stepped out of a boardroom, his suits tailored to perfection, hugging his frame like they’d been stitched directly onto his skin. His curly brown hair was just messy enough to look intentional, like he’d run his hands through it moments before stepping inside. And his eyes—a sharp, calculating green—seemed to take in more than he let on. There was a confidence in the way he moved, a slight edge that bordered on cocky but never tipped into arrogance. Mabel told herself it was just observation—nothing more. She wasn’t naive enough to think a man like him could be interested, and even if he was, she didn’t have the luxury of entertaining the idea.

It had been two years since her last attempt at anything resembling a relationship, and the memory still stung like a fresh bruise. His name was Matt, a classmate from her Literary Theory class. He’d asked her out right after graduation, claiming he’d been crushing on her all year but was too intimidated to say anything sooner. When he’d say things like that, she believed him—for a while, at least. He told her he admired her drive and independence. When she started working full-time, juggling two jobs to support her brothers, he told her he respected her dedication. He knew about her family situation, knew the weight she carried, and said he admired it.

But admiration has a short shelf life when convenience runs out.

He didn’t care that she took a humiliating scolding from her boss after leaving the office early one night to make it in time for their dinner plans, only for him to cancel last minute because he wanted to “hang with the boys.” He didn’t flinch when she cut her hours at the library—the one job she actually enjoyed, the job that paid for her groceries—just so she could attend his intramural baseball games on Thursdays, only for him to barely acknowledge her presence anyway.

For a time, he gave her what she craved in the bedroom: the release of control, the ability to let someone else take the reins for once. He claimed he was the dominant type—but like every man before him who’d promised her the same, it was just a façade. Dominance, for them, was an excuse to be selfish and get away with it. It meant using her vulnerability as a weapon. They ignored her boundaries, bulldozed through her limits under the guise of “knowing what she really wanted.” They treated her trust like a disposable commodity—something to be used up and discarded when it no longer served them. What should have been a partnership rooted in mutual respect became a one-sided performance, with her needs left forgotten in the aftermath.

After Matt, Mabel decided she didn’t have the patience for men who saw her strength as a challenge to conquer, who twisted the control she trusted them with into something ugly. She had no time for people who mistook her independence for an inconvenience, or who recoiled at the reality of her responsibilities. Love—or whatever shadow of it they offered—came with too high a cost.

And Harry? He was just another polished surface, all gleaming edges and smooth charm. She wasn’t about to get lost in reflections again.

That’s why she paid no mind to the way he lingered a little too long at the service desk. She brushed it off as coincidence when he always, without fail, ended up in her line, even when another was open. She refused to acknowledge the flutter in her chest when their fingers brushed, or the way her stomach twisted when she caught him glancing her way. No, she didn’t have time for distractions—especially not the kind wrapped in bespoke suits and quiet confidence.

As if on cue, Harry glanced up from a book he was inspecting, his gaze flicking over the room before landing squarely on her. Mabel quickly turned back to her cart, pretending to fuss with a stack of already-perfectly-aligned books. She could feel her heart thudding loudly in her chest, but she ignored it.

“Mabel, darling,” Mrs. Whitmore’s familiar voice broke through her thoughts, warm and grounding. “Do you mind covering the front desk for the rest of your shift? Daniel’s feeling under the weather, so I sent him home early.”

Mabel turned to her manager with a nod. Ever since she’d started at the library, Mrs. Whitmore had filled a mother-shaped void in her life. She offered everything Mabel had been deprived of as a child—kindness, encouragement, gentle words, and a listening ear. She had become the safe harbor where Mabel docked after the stress of long days in the office.

“Of course,” Mabel said, forcing a small smile.

“Thank you, dear,” Mrs. Whitmore patted her arm affectionately. “You’re a lifesaver.”

Mabel gathered her things and made her way to the front desk, her sneakers squeaking softly against the polished floor. She thought she felt a particular set of green eyes tracking her movements—but she dismissed the thought as nonsense.

Get a grip, Mabel, she chastised herself. He’s just another library patron. Nothing more.

The library was quieter than usual for a Tuesday afternoon. A few patrons were scattered throughout, lost in their own worlds. Perfect. It meant she could lose herself in hers. She pulled her current read from under the desk—The Long Way to a Small, Angry Planet by Becky Chambers. It was the perfect escape, pulling her into a world far from her own, where travelers forged bonds stronger than blood and navigated life’s complexities among the stars. She relished the sense of adventure, the camaraderie, the idea that even in the vastness of space, people could find home in each other. The words wrapped around her like a cocoon, the rest of the library fading into the background. She barely noticed when Harry approached.

“Interesting choice,” he said, his voice smooth, laced with the faintest hint of amusement.

Mabel looked up, startled. He was standing there, one brow slightly raised, that same quiet confidence radiating off him like heat from the sun.

“Uh—yeah,” she stammered, quickly snapping the book shut. “It’s… thought-provoking.”

“I’ll bet.” His gaze flicked to the cover, then back to her. “Think it’s worth a read?”

Her stomach tightened, but she kept her face neutral. “I think you might find it interesting.” A beat passed, and then she rambled, “I mean, not that I know what you’d like… I mean, you seem more into practical stuff… not that there’s anything wrong with that…”

Oh my God, shut up.

A slow, knowing smile spread across his face—the kind that suggested he was used to getting under people’s skin.

“I’ll have to check it out, then,” he said, sliding his books across the counter.

She reached for them, fingers brushing his—barely, but enough. Enough for a flicker of something unreadable to cross his face. Enough for her breath to catch, despite herself.

She swallowed. Be normal, Mabel.

She scanned the books, handed them back, and gave him the same polite smile she offered every patron.

“Have a good evening,” she said, her voice almost steady.

“You too, Mabel.”

His voice was lower this time. Intentional.

And then he was gone.

***

Harry wasn’t the type to frequent libraries. His world thrived on boardrooms, deadlines, and the relentless pursuit of success—not the hushed whispers and faint scent of old paper that clung to places like this. But there was something about this particular library—and the woman behind the counter—that kept pulling him back.

It had started innocently enough. A random detour on a quiet evening when the hum of his office felt too suffocating and his penthouse felt too empty. He’d needed something to distract him, something to tether his thoughts before they unraveled into restless discontent.

What he hadn’t expected was her.

Mabel.

He’d caught her name from the delicate pin on her blouse the first time she checked out his books. It suited her—pretty, unassuming, but with an old-world charm that felt rare in a city like Seattle. At first, she hadn’t even looked up, too focused on scanning his selections. But when she did…

Those eyes.

They weren’t the kind that sparkled with flirtation or invited small talk. No, hers were guarded—the kind of eyes that had seen too much and trusted too little. But they intrigued him in a way he couldn’t quite shake. There was a quiet strength there, something unyielding beneath the exhaustion lining her features.

Harry prided himself on control—in business, in life... in the bedroom. He made decisions in seconds, calculated risks with precision, and surrounded himself with things that screamed efficiency, power, and control—innate parts of who he was.

But with Mabel, that all felt like it was slipping, one fleeting glance at a time. He knew better than to get involved. His rules were simple: no attachments, no complications.

Relationships—if you could call them that—were meant to be temporary. A mutual understanding of needs met and lines not crossed.

And yet, he kept going back. Initially, it was for her—a magnetic pull that, if he were honest, still lingered. With each visit, however, his fondness for the quaint little library grew. Accustomed to pursuing the pinnacle of excellence, he knew this place was far from grand. Its shelves were outdated, its walls wore the quiet patina of time, and it offered nothing lavish or modern. Yet, in a life fixated on sterile perfection, it radiated a raw, unpolished charm that he welcomed.

He browsed the shelves, picked up his usual selections, and—as if drawn by instinct—found himself in her line again. Their fingers brushed when she handed him his books. He let the touch linger just a fraction longer than necessary. A flicker of surprise crossed her features, subtle but unmistakable. And it gave him more satisfaction that it should have.

He hadn’t meant to say her name like that—low, deliberate, as if testing the feel of it on his tongue. But the way her breath caught, just slightly, didn’t go unnoticed.

By the time he stepped into the cool night air, he knew two things for certain.

One: Mabel was different.

And two: He was already breaking his own rules.

Back in his penthouse, Harry tossed his keys onto the sleek marble counter and loosened his tie, the city stretching before him in a sea of lights. But instead of the usual satisfaction that came with closing another deal, an unfamiliar restlessness hummed beneath his skin.

He poured himself a glass of scotch, letting the burn settle in his throat, trying to ignore the fact that his mind kept drifting back to her. The curve of her lips when she fought back a nervous smile. The way color rose in her cheeks when their eyes met. The quiet defiance in the way she carried herself, as if daring the world to expect less of her.

He shouldn’t care.

But he wanted to see her again.

Not just as the reserved librarian behind the counter. He wanted to know what lay beneath that carefully composed exterior.

What made her sigh. What made her moan. What made her finally let go of that rigid control she clung to so tightly.

Even before he reached into his briefcase, he was certain: those books would be returned far sooner than he could ever hope to finish reading them.

***

Read chapter two here.

[multi-fandom-imagine]

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 || 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐏𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 ||

A/n: Reader is Pacifica (can be biological or not, looks are not described)

Stan wasn’t proud of it, but he was staring. Hard.

It wasn’t like he meant to—hell, he’d braced himself for a lot of things when he saw Y/N Northwest again. Shock, fear, maybe even that cool, detached scrutiny you were so damn good at. But this? This he hadn’t been prepared for.

You stood before him, poised as ever, your hair swept into an elaborate style that left a few elegant curls cascading over your shoulder. The deep emerald of your gown hugged your figure in a way that made something in Stan’s stone chest tighten, the rich fabric shimmering faintly under the dim lights of the forest clearing. Every movement was deliberate, controlled, effortless.

God, you moved like a queen.

And maybe that was what did it. The way you carried yourself—like you owned the ground you walked on, like you knew you could command attention with the smallest of gestures. Stan had spent a lifetime bullshitting his way through high society, tricking people into thinking he belonged in places he had no business being. But You? You didn’t try to fit in—you just did.

And it was really messing with him.

Stan shifted, trying to ignore the way his wings twitched involuntarily behind him. He was a seven-foot-tall gargoyle, for crying out loud. He had claws, fangs, glowing eyes, and actual wings. He was supposed to be the intimidating one here.

But you? You just looked at him like he was something worth admiring.

“Y’know, I don’t get it,” Stan muttered, trying so hard to sound casual, even as he felt the heat creeping up his neck (could gargoyles even blush? Because it sure as hell felt like he was blushing). “Most people would take one look at me and run the other way. But you? You’re lookin’ at me like I just walked outta some fancy cathedral.”

You tilted your head slightly, considering him, and damn if that didn’t make something in his stomach flip.

“Maybe that’s because you remind me of something ancient and enduring,” you said, stepping closer. The faintest, knowing smile played at your lips. “Something carved from stone, meant to watch over and protect.”

Stan swallowed hard. “You’re makin’ it sound a whole lot prettier than it is, sweetheart.”

You hummed, your gaze slowly trailing over him, taking in the rough texture of his arms, the faint glow of his amber eyes, the massive span of his wings. And then—because apparently you had no mercy— reached out and traced a slow line along his bicep with your fingertips.

Stan tensed. His heart, which he was pretty sure shouldn’t even beating right now, did something very stupid.

“You don’t see it, do you?” You murmured, your touch feather-light against the cracks in his stone skin. “How powerful you look. How striking.” You let your fingers trail down to the edge of his forearm before finally pulling away. Biting your lip, you ran your tongue slowly over your lip. "How strong."

Stan exhaled through his nose, loudly. “Lady, if you keep talkin’ like that, I’m gonna start thinkin’ you got a thing for scary monsters.”

You smirked, your eyes practically glowing with mischief. “Who says I don’t?”

Stan’s wings jerked back in an involuntary flick, and he immediately scowled, stepping away before you gave him too many feelings at once.

“Alright, that’s enough of that,” he grumbled, crossing his arms over his very solid, very stone chest in a weak attempt to regain control. “Next thing I know, you’re gonna start gettin’ ideas about climbin’ onto my back and ridin’ around like some kinda fairytale princess.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Would you let me?” You got close as you possibly could to the man, your hand on his chest batting your eyelashes up at him.

Stan choked.

Meanwhile, hidden behind a very inadequate hiding spot, Mabel was vibrating with pure joy, clutching Pacifica’s arm.

“I told you!” she whisper-shouted. “She’s totally into the monster thing!”

Pacifica, who had not been prepared for this, groaned. “Great. Now I have to live with the knowledge that my elegant aunt is flirting with a gargoyle.”

Mabel grinned, eyes shining. “You’re welcome.”

Pacifica let out another groan, wondering why she was friends with Mable.

[eyelovveu]

can you draw Mabel making Bill a sweater and him wearing it……begrudgingly

ur wish is my command

[jc-martin-og]

Mystery Shack’s Power Couple: Mr. & Mrs. Ramírez! 🛠️💕🥰

While I try to balance my professional life with my artistic hobbies, I felt like making another little character cards in the meantime with these 2 mystery dorks! (≧◡≦)

Adapting them into the crossover's style was a bit of a challenge, blending their original, more cartoonish designs with a style that fit their older, more developed selves but without changing much.

At 40 years old, Soos is still the proud owner of the Mystery Shack since its legacy was passed down to him. Whether he’s hyping up tourists with one of his signature attractions, repairing the Shack with Mabel (his ever-enthusiastic second-in-command), or just being his usual lovable self, Soos keeps Gravity Falls’ strangest landmark thriving. Over the years, he’s expanded, improved, and made it even weirder—just the way he likes it. For his design, I wanted to mix elements of his classic look with his Shack owner outfit while adding a handyman vibe that reflects his hard work, keeping the place running.

As for his lovely wife, Melody moved to Gravity Falls in the late 2010s, and in true Ramirez fashion, she and Soos accidentally proposed to each other on their 8th anniversary. So, of course, they tied the knot in 2020! Since then, they’ve built a happy life together in Soos’ late grandmother’s house, where Melody has become a pillar of warmth, humour, and support. While she occasionally helps out at the Shack, she mostly keeps things running smoothly at home, and she’s grown so close to Mabel that she practically considers her an honorary little sister. For her design, I aimed for a warm, "wifey" aesthetic. Something that still felt like her but with a slightly more mature, yet friendly and inviting aura.

And while life at the Shack is as chaotic as ever with this ongoing crisis, Melody seems to be keeping something to herself lately. But with everything going on, maybe now just isn’t the right time to bring it up…

Stay tuned for more on the crossover future of Gravity Falls!

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[starmieknight]

Stars Align

The Hand That Rocks the Mabel Pt. 2

17 Again AU: After a disastrous first day with the twins, Stan swears to do better as an uncle. But fate loves playing tricks on him and the magic 8-ball in the attic is more than it seems.

Now on top of having a pair of twelve year olds around the house while he tries to finish the portal and bring his brother home, Stan has to deal with being back in his seventeen year old body! Summer has never been weirder in Gravity Falls.

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Concept Art

Legend of the Gobblewonker (Art)

Prologue, The Legend of the Gobblewonker, Headhunters Pt. 1, Headhunters Pt. 2, Headhunters Pt. 3, The Hand That Rocks the Mabel Pt. 1 (previous), The Hand That Rocks the Mabel Pt. 2, The Inconveniencing (next), Dipper Vs. Manliness

WARNING: There is a mention of concentration camps and antiquated ways of referring to the LGBTQ+ community in this chapter. In keeping with the times that Stan was raised and the communities he might have encountered growing up, I'm deciding to use these terms until he can get some education from the kids. Personally, I may have him use 'queer' to define himself since that's the term I use for myself. Just a heads up.

“Dipper, where's your sister?” 

“.... who?” 

Stan gave his nephew an unimpressed look and crossed his arms expectantly. 

“I don't know! She didn't tell me! And, plus, I told her not to!” 

“Oh dude,” Soos chuckled from where he and Wendy were looking through the new magazines. “You folded faster than a British butler. That's gotta be, like, a record or something! 

“Don't know anything, huh?” Stan's eyes narrowed as he leaned in, blocking any escape routes. Dipper's eyes darted away from him nervously, trying to find anything to look at besides his grunkle. “Then you wouldn't happen to know… what Mabel's doing in the paper next to that greasy pickpocket Gideon?!” 

“Oh yeah, it's a pretty big deal," Wendy said easily, showing Stan her phone's group chat. Between her and that little screen, ― which was a lot easier to see now ― Stan knew all he needed to know about the upcoming date. 

“That little shyster has no right to date my great-niece!” Stan shouted, crumpling up the offending news article that had threatened his blood pressure when he saw it at the breakfast table. 

Soos didn't help anything with his couple name speculations. 

Stan hurried to don his jacket and grabbed his keys. 

“This ends tonight!” He declared hotly. “I'm going right down to that little skunk's house and putting a stop to this! Right! Now!”  

He snatched up his cane, slamming the door behind him. He’d club the little brat over the head if he had to!

He couldn't believe the nerve of those kids, sneaking around behind his back! And here he thought that he and Mabel had reached an understanding! 

Moses, she really was too much like Ford. 

Never listened to reason, either of them! Never thought that Stan knew what he was talking about. They just had to get out there and stick their noses where they didn't belong. 

Well, he wasn't going to let Mabel go tripping through some strange portal because she was too curious for her own good! 

Stan spun the wheel sharply, screeching into a parking space at the gate of the Gleeful home. He threw a rock at the billboard of Gideon as he stormed up the entryway. 

The little hand stitched sign on the door only served to aggravate him further. 

“I will pardon nothing!” Stan scoffed, slapping the sign off the door. 

Buddy Gleeful opened the door, looking down at him with irritation. 

“Can I help you, young man?” 

Young man? What was Bud smoking in there― 

Oh yeah. 

Stan puffed up, wondering if he'd always had to look up slightly to meet Bud's eyes and put on his best ‘grumpy, old man’ expression. The effect was somewhat dampened by his babyface, but he pushed on anyway.

“Out of the way, bud.”, he commanded. “I'm looking for Gideon.” 

Bud perked up at that. 

“My goodness,” he exclaimed, tone changing entirely. “You must be one of my boy’s new little friends! Come in, come in! I haven't seen the boy around, but I'm sure he'll be back in just a minute. He's got a new little girlfriend he's just crazy about!”

“Yeah!” Stan stomped his foot, but couldn't get away from Bud dragging him inside. “Mabel's my nie― cousin!” 

“Cousin!” Bud exclaimed in surprise, leaning down to look at Stan better. “Why, are you Stanford's son? I never knew he had a boy of his own! Well, apart from that Jesús fellow, but you are the spittin’ image of him!” 

“Yeah, yeah.” Stan said uncomfortably, avoiding Bud's eyes. “Stanley Pines… The Second.” 

“Good to meet you, son!” Bud clapped him on the back jovially and ushered him to the sofa. “Sit down, sit down! Honey, would you mind gettin’ us some lemonade? Young Stanley here must be parched, wearin’ that suit in this heat! We wouldn't want our son's future in-law fallin’ out on us, now would we?” 

“Yes, dear.” Mrs. Gleeful said blankly, pausing only a moment to peer at Stan before disappearing into the kitchen. 

“Wait, what?” Stan blinked rapidly at the clown painting on the wall, temporarily in awe of the beautiful contrast the artist had used. He wouldn't mind having that hanging in the Shack… No― he couldn't get distracted now! “Future in-law?! Absolutely not!” 

“Well, when the kids are singin’ in harmony, what can you do?” Bud chuckled, accepting a glass of lemonade from his wife when she returned. “Thank you, hon.”

“You're welcome, dear,” Mrs. Gleeful said absently, her empty eyes settling on Stan. “Did you say your name was Stanley?” 

“The Second!” Stan said hastily. “After my late uncle.” 

“From Jersey?” 

“Yeah, from ― how do you know that?” Stan said sharply as he sat up.

“I've got a cousin from there,” Mrs. Gleeful murmured, a little more life entering her expression. She looked almost wistful. “She was a bit older than me, but she used to have this boyfriend named Stanley. He was… a beautiful dancer.”  

Stan felt his hands get sweaty and he nearly dropped his lemonade. Which, speaking of ― when did she put that in his hand? 

“I, uh―” he muttered anxiously. “I never met the guy. Think he died or something…” 

“What a shame.” Mrs. Gleeful sighed. 

At least Bud looked just as uncomfortable as Stan felt.

“Honey, we don't talk about Carla, remember?” he said tightly as he fixed his car salesman's smile on Stan again. “So, my boy, how's your father doing? With my Gideon and y’all's Mabel hittin’ it off so well, I'd like to talk to him about the fantastic business opportunity it could provide us with!” 

“Whatchu talkin’ about, buddy?” Stan fixed the man with an unimpressed glare. 

“Think of it!” Bud exclaimed, spreading his arms theatrically. “The Mystery Shack and the Tent of Telepathy! Your father and I have been at each other's throats for far too long, yes, we have! This is our big chance to brush aside our rivalry and pool our collective profits, y’see?” 

Stan felt his face light up at the idea of profits, but then he hesitated.

Any other time he might have jumped at the opportunity. It just sounded too good to be true. Which is what stopped him in his tracks. 

The lemonade was all right, but it wasn't enough to distract him like a good cup of Colombian coffee might have.

And the idea of using Mabel as a business tool… just didn't settle with him. Maybe it was the lack of cataracts, but somehow, something about this whole setup just looked off to him. Like some kind of honeypot.

He’d dealt with those before, but it had been so long that being thrown back into the pits was startling. The whole thing reminded him of the weekend he'd met Marilyn in Vegas. She'd lured him in with sweet words and the promise of working together to get ahead in life ― and then she tried to steal his car.

“Tell Gideon,” Stan began coldly. “That if I catch him steppin’ out with Mabel again, raykh zol er zayn un hobn tsvey oytos. Eyn oyto zol loyfn khapn far im a dokter, un der tsveyter zol loyfn moydie tsu zayn, az s’iz shoyn nokh alemen!”

He stood up, relishing the stunned looks on the Gleefuls’ faces and wondering just when the spirit of his late mother had decided to speak through him. 

Eh, whatever. It was effective all the same. 

Stan slammed the door on his way out, stomping on the flowers in the garden as he went. 

He still had to find Mabel. 

As long as his mother's spirit was infecting him, he might as well get in a good lecture.

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Stan returned home to find a morose Mabel and a lobster in his fish tank. 

“She doesn't know how to call it off with Gideon and not hurt his feelings.” Dipper said as he and Stan stared at the girl. She was laying face down against the armchair cushions and making sounds that would have been right at home in a whale documentary. 

Stan felt some of this previous ire fade and he slumped in exasperation. She just looked so sad. He was a little disappointed that he wouldn’t get to give his lecture.

“You want to deal with that while I take care of Gideon?" he asked, jabbing a thumb in his niece’s direction. 

Dipper grimaced at the idea and lifted a hand to lower Stan's arm. 

“Maybe I should be the one to break the news to Gideon? Mabel and I talked about it, but maybe you should talk to her. Weren't you married before? Just tell her what not to do in a relationship.”

“Kid, that marriage only lasted four hours.” Stan grumbled, shoving his nephew's hat down until the boy stumbled blindly. “But fine, give that little brat a few licks on my behalf and I'll talk to your sister. Y’think some ice cream’ll help?”

“Couldn't hurt!” Dipper gasped, finally freeing his head from his hat. “Be back soon.” 

Stan watched him go for a moment, a slight smile curling his lips. 

Yeah, the kid really was a lot like him. Especially when it came to protecting their siblings. He only hoped that Dipper and Mabel would turn out better than him and Ford. 

“You doing okay there, pumpkin.” Stan asked, sitting on top of the T-Rex skull and leaning over to rub her back. 

Mabel let on another whale sound before turning her head just enough to peek up at Stan. 

“I don't know,” she admitted, defeat evident in her tone. “I just wanted a friend and Gideon keeps trying to turn himself into a boyfriend. Grunkle Stan, dealing with boys is hard.” 

Stan snorted. “Don't I know it? They don't get any better as you grow up either. Learned that the hard way back when I was dating Jimmy snakes in New York.” 

New York in the late seventies hadn't been all that bad at first. The people that were more colorful and had a tendency to look the other way when they saw something shady going down. And the night life there was nearly as good as Vegas's. 

Jimmy hadn't been that bad at first either. He was a cool cat with his own place and a motorcycle that he could go all night. In more ways than one, if you caught his drift. 

But all good things had to come to an end and Stan had to leave Jimmy and the town if he wanted to keep his head attached to his neck.

“You had a boyfriend?!” Mabel cried in shock, finally sitting up. “I didn't know you could do that!”

“Kid, people can love whoever they want.” Stan shrugged, trying to shake the age-old memory of his father's lectures about homosexuals and the things he'd seen done to them while helping break down concentration camps in Germany.  Pa’d always gotten a strange look in his eye when he talked about his army days and inevitably trailed off. But the parts he did talk about were horrifying. Stan refocused on Mabel. “But that doesn't give Gideon the right to push you for anything. No one has the right and don't you ever let them guilt you into believing otherwise. Just punch them in the kisser if they try!”

Mabel snickered and threw a mock punch that didn't look too bad. 

“That's what mom says too!” She said cheerfully. “And our kickboxing coach!” 

“You a fighter, huh?” Stan snickered, ruffling her hair. “Maybe I should be teaching you the ol’ Pines’ Family Boxing Moves.”

“Yeah!” Mabel lit up even further at the idea. She looked at Stan with stars in her eyes. “Will you really teach me?”

“If it’ll help keep yous two outta trouble,” he agreed, tugging her to his chest. She hugged him back readily, feeling like a little furnace for his heart.

He’d do anything to protect these kids. And teaching them how to box! Even if Ford hadn’t liked the lessons, it was still something they had fun doing together. And now he could share the experience with his niblings, too!

Now, they just had to finish getting that money-grubbing, fake psychic out of their hair and they’d be golden!

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The whole Gideon situation was getting way out of hand. Something had gone wrong with the ‘breakup’ and now both the twins were missing!

Stan was grumbling about it the whole time as he headed up to one of the Gleefuls’ old factories. He'd found the address written down in Dipper’s handwriting on a carbon copy in the receipt book. And then he found out from Wendy that Mabel had gone off to break up with Gideon in person, having felt bad about Dipper doing it for her, not realizing she was following her brother right into a trap!

What was with these kids?!

He blamed Ford.

Somehow, someway, it had to be his brother's influence causing the kids to get into situations like this. Maybe it was genetics. Or, more likely, it was that damn journal of his! Stan still wasn't having any luck in getting his hands on the one Dipper had. 

Would it kill the kid to leave it laying around somewhere? He even took it into the bathroom with him on the rare occasion when he showered.

Speaking of which, Stan really needed to have a talk with his nephew about hygiene. 

He sighed, wondering just what had become of his life, and rounded the curve. The factory was now in sight and ― Sweet Moses!! 

Stan hit the brakes, the car squealing in protest, and watched in horror as a pair of tiny figures toppled over the side of the cliff.

“Kids.” He screamed, flooring the car in the direction of their fall. He cut off the car and threw himself out, nearly face planting in the dirt. 

Thankfully, there were no splatters of his family littering the forest floor but he couldn't deny the sight of Dipper and Gideon caught in some green, mystic glow while Mabel floated overhead, wreathed in the same unearthly light.

Stan collapsed to the ground, unable to hear the kids’ conversation over the pounding in his ears. 

Oh God, he could have lost them and he wouldn't have been able to do anything about it.

All because of Gideon. 

He didn't know how he found himself on his feet or why the twins were suddenly yelling at him, but he had his hands on that pudgy, little brat and memories from Mississippi were flooding back to him. Eight-Ball Alcatraz had gotten his hands dirty in that muddy water more than once ― never for murder but, hey! He was young again and there was plenty of time to try something new.

“Grunkle Stan!” Mabel shrieked, launching herself into his arms and forcing him to drop Gideon. 

The boy fell back, squealing like the pig he was, and scrambled away, various items spilling from his hair like a trail of breadcrumbs.  

A flash of gold inevitably caught his eye. 

Stan pivoted, snatching Dipper up as well, and fell to the ground once more with the twins safely encased in his arms. 

“I thought I lost you two.” He admitted, burying his face in their wild curls. “Oh Moses, I saw you go over that cliff―”

“Grunkle Stan…” Dipper squeezed free of the embrace just enough to stare at his uncle with surprise. 

And why wouldn't he, considering how gruffly Stan treated the boy? It was hard to handle Dipper the same way he did Mabel. Pines boys had to be tough, so you had to treat them tough. Make them strong enough to face the world on their own ― because the world would never be kind to them.  

That was the way Filbrick had taught his sons and Stan had always believed in it for some reason.

But holding Dipper and Mabel like this after that scare made him re-evaluate his plans for the summer. He never wanted the kids to think he didn't love them ― no matter how much he needed to pretend otherwise for the sake of his ruse.

Even Ford wasn't worth pushing away what he added with the kids right now. 

“Grunkle Stan, what happened with you?” Mabel asked, grabbing his face. Her own was crinkled with concern and a trace of fear that made his heart clinch. “That was ― That was really scary.” 

“Sorry, sweetheart,” he mumbled, avoiding her eyes. “I just… lost it there for a second. I told you that Gideon was no good!”

“Considering the way he swore vengeance on our entire family,  I agree.” Dipper said tiredly, his eye beginning to swell. Gideon must have gotten in a good hit while they were falling. 

Stan squeezed them a little tighter. “I won't let him get even close.”

“We destroyed his amulet.” Dipper assured him, relaxing at the reminder. “You saw that… right? How Mabel saved us with a magic amulet? Well, at least you can't deny that magic exists anymore, right?”

The boy chuckled nervously, looking up at his uncle with a margin of hope.

Stan sighed heavily. “Kid, I've always known.”

There went the cat, the bag dragging along behind it like some half rotten corpse. 

The twins looked up Stan in shock.

 “Wait, what are you talking about?”

“I'm not an idiot, Dipper.” Stan rolled his eyes, exasperation seeping into his tone. “Of course this town is weird! And the one thing I know about that weirdness is that it's dangerous! Case in point ― Gideon and his magic amulet. You could have died, you knucklehead!”

“Then, you being all young again…” Mabel's eyes were wide as saucers. “Why lie about that?”

“I wanted to keep you away from it all. To protect you. Looks like I can't lie about that anymore. Not if I want to keep yous two in one piece.”

The twins shared a look, some silent conversation taking place between them. Stan recalled sharing many of those looks with Ford when they were kids. 

“We're sorry for keeping this from you, Grunkle Stan.” Dipper said.

“Yeah, we never meant to get caught up in all those wacky messes.” Mabel agreed, a bit more lively than her brother. “They just sort of happened!”

“And we haven't even seen half of the things in the journal yet.” Dipper added, a strange mix of worry and nerves crossing his face.

“Journal, huh?” Stan looked away from the twins, only a fraction of his real interest showing in his tone. “Think I could take a look at that?”

Dipper's face creased with worry. “I guess… if you agree to give it back!”

“Only if you promise to use it for self-defense and not go looking for trouble.”

If that was the only way to get the journal, then so be it. He'd just have to keep a closer eye on the twins until the end of summer. 

“Well then,” Dipper fumbled, still not wanting to give over his most prized possession so easily. “You don't have any other bombshell secrets about this town you plan on dropping on us, do you? 

“No, I think that's it for the town.” Stan hummed in agreement, grateful for the loophole his nephew had inadvertently given him.

Now, bombshells about their family…

Mabel yawned against Stan’s chest, snuggling further into him. “Can we go home now?”

“Yeah,” Stan agreed, finally releasing the kids. “First one to the car gets to ride shotgun with me!” 

The twins leapt at the opportunity, suddenly revitalized by sibling rivalry, shooting away from Stan like rockets.

He grinned after them before rising to his feet and picking up his loot.

 The six fingered hand gleamed beneath the moonlight, a bold black number two in the center. 

“Finally,” he breathed reverently, placing his hand over the gold foil. “After all these years, I have them all…”

[axciea]

AAAAA I LOVE YOUR IDEA FOR POKEMON ABD GRAVITY FALLS AAAAAAA please more rambliiiiing I love iiit

Okay so here’s more sketches ignore the writing in studying for Chinese 101. I think Dipper’s first Pokémon would be Teddiursa because ursa is a constellation and bc of his friendship with the multibear I think he would find this spunky little teddiursa in the woods that wants to follow him around. Mabel is soooo jealous bc why does Dipper get a Pokémon first. Then she forgets all about it because she won Waddles (shiny lechonk) Mabel doesn’t really have an interest in becoming the champion she just wants her Pokémon to be pretty and cute so she’s a Pokémon contest trainer while dipper wants to be a professor like his uncle. Then there’s my doodle of Stan and ford when they were kids and I think their asses are just hanging around in the woods and hunting monsters, Stan is running circles around ford who’s walking slow asf bc he’s looking through his notes on the mythical Pokémon they’re chasing. My idea is that the twins are chasing after legendary Pokémon and they want to become professors together where Ford does all the nerdy research and stuff while Stan helps him do the physical part. They’re inseparable as kids and teens, they’re always fighting in double battles and they have great synergy. Their eevees almost always already know what they want to do before they even give a command.

[bakurapika]

I feel kind of silly for having only just realized that a big part of why Dipper is so excited to be around Ford 24/7 is that Dipper's main character flaw (as explored in episodes, not like my opinion of him) involves struggling with masculinity. Like, wanting to be taken seriously by Stan and in general (because he's seen by himself and others as a weakling - see the fight with Robbie, the pancake test), wanting to be treated like an adult (his insecurity about his voice, his kitten sneezes, any time he tries to talk about the mysteries of GF, the Pioneer Day adventure connecting conspiracies = Serious and not silly), wanting to get with Wendy (helpfully explained in-text as explicitly about his age, which Dipper internalizes - see that bit with the flowers in Mabeland), him wanting to be technically-a-teen (Summerween, but also referenced at their birthday party) and I'm sure I'm missing more.

All of these issues are things that Dipper identifies as connected to his manhood or lack thereof. Maturity, masculinity, becoming a teenager, getting respect, are all sort of equivalent for him.

Stan has been a (questionably lol) positive male role model for him throughout the summer, but also defines manliness in terms of conflict. Dipper's learned from this (left hook, Stan saying he was manly by standing up to the manotaurs) but has more often been isolated by it (often references Stan and Mabel both making fun of him for nerdy shit).

So Ford suddenly being there - he's not just The Fixation Point of Dipper's special interest, but is easily the manliest dude on the show (other than Manly Dan). Deep voice, commanding presence, always seems to know what's going on, goes adventuring on the daily. But he's also, in personality and in his interests, so much like Dipper.

So I think I need to start interpreting Dipper's relationship with Ford at least partially in the context of "this is the first time I have seen my traits reflected so positively in a male role model," where Ford isn't masculine in spite of his nerd shit but because of it.

[pruneunfair]

"My feelings on" part 10: Baby tyrant and how it is the queen of fantasy fufilment.

Hey there, it's been a while since I last did a my feelings on review, today I bring you baby tyrant

Baby tyrant is yet again an isekai story about an abused girl from Korea being pushed off a ledge by her own dad and sent to another dimension as the princess and later empress of the Ermeanu empire. Mabel Gardenia or if we want to get real specific: Mabel Gardenia winter Ermeanu as another one of her last names.

Surpringsly, this wasn't as terrible as I was expecting. Don't get me wrong, it still is pretty mediocre at best and bad at worst and that's not even getting to the.. creepier subjects inolved when it comes to characters and plot armour but it still mostly works because I don't really take it all that seriously. It's clearly meant to be more of a comedy rather than something serious cause one minute they'll be discussions of a potential apocalypse and then next minute it's something wholesome like an outing or Mabel reaching another childhood feat.

Mabel is also surprisingly not so bad either. What makes up for her obivious Mary sue traits is her complete self awareness that everyone around her is absolutely insane. She is fully aware of the fact that her dad, Estevan, clearly favors her to an excessive degree (if you saw my roasting of Estevan post, you'll know why) she questions how the empire has not already fallen to Devlin if they are way too concerned about getting their hands on her old belongings at an auction and she even realizes that her older brother, Oscar, is a neglected child put under way too much pressure for a six year old.

However, there are many problems that I wouldn't just call bad but full on creepy..

Mabel, despite being known as a baby, is still a 20 year old woman in a babies body. They mention this quite a bit in the earlier chapters and it plays into Mabels personality of being mature and cynical for someone her age but then she just.. randomly starts thinking like a baby? For example, when Estevan forbids boys ages 5-15 from entering the palace, Mabel thinks that this includes her brother which is of course not the case. She starts thinking of Estevan as "Daddy" and overall starts to regress mentally despite the fact that we are still supposed to believe she's mentally 20?

And then there are the love interests. We got the likely male lead based on novel art I've seen: The dark and misunderstood Aidan, and the blonde second ML who appreciates Mabel for being there for him: Enrique.

I don't like either of these relationships and let me tell you why. It's creepy both ways because these boys are around 6-8 years old and Mabel is of course, a baby. To give you an idea, in a later chapters when she is 9, Aidan already looks to be a teenager.

So on one side, we got massive age gaps when the characters meet which only gives off weird grooming implications and on the other side, you got the disturbing realization that Mabel is mentally 20 years old and a bunch of young boys are paired up as her love interests...

So yeah, creepy on both sides.

The overpowered baby

So besides the obvious creepy factor: What makes Baby tyrant only good for a comedy you shouldn't take to seriously?

Well, because I'm pretty sure Mabel is the baby Jesus of this world.

She can speak to animals

She can command the weather

She can HEAL people

She absorbs a rock that makes her even more powerful, she has a guardian deity which is like a yellow cat-like Pokémon thing? Owns multiple kingdoms and territories her dad gave to her as gifts, considered a holy figure in a neighboring holy empire called Abelardo and established some hidden alliance with the pope/emperor of that empire. She's literally destined to stop the god damn world from ending and I think I made my my point when I say that Mabel has the most things falling her way.

Hell, everyone save for antagonists also love her, even her brothers mom who is described as strict and expects a lot from her son.

Damn 😭 even Oscar's mom likes his sister more than him.

To be fair this could be because Mabel isn't Pycificas daughter so she has no right to boss her around but STILL! Maybe it's different in the novel too but I'm just going by what I got from the manhwa.

So yeah, this story easily is the queen of all fantasy fufilment.

Keep in mind I'm not saying it's bad to indulge in fantasy fufilment, I just don't think I'll ever see it as something I'm supposed to treat as a serious story.

Conclusion: Baby tyrant has a lot of potential. Instead of Mabel having the mind of an adult, have it kinda like Stewie Griffin. She can be a smart but grumpy baby who thinks of everyone else as an idiot while still having moments of childish innocence since she's still a baby after all which will explain why she starts thinking of Estevan as "Daddy" without being too weird and explain her lack of critical thinking.

keep it less creepy by just.. not making Aidan and Enrique love interests and instead let them be more of new big brother types.

And these are just if you plan on keeping Baby tyrant as a comedy.

[fantasblog]

CHAPTER 3: THE RETURN (scibill au/shift falls)

The morning after their intense night of investigation, the team was gathered in the Mystery Shack, reviewing their findings and preparing for the next steps. The air was filled with a mixture of anticipation and tension as they awaited any new developments.

Suddenly, a familiar, almost palpable energy filled the room. The temperature dropped, and a swirling vortex of light appeared in the center of the Shack. The group watched in awe as the vortex stabilized, revealing a figure stepping out from it. It was Stanford Pines, looking older but unmistakably recognizable, his presence commanding and intense.

Stanley’s eyes widened with a mix of relief and apprehension. “Stanford! You’re back!”

Stanford, his face a mask of complex emotions, stepped forward. His gaze was fixed on Stanley, and his expression hardened. “Stanley… It’s been a long time. You’ve done quite a job making things complicated.”

Stanley’s relief quickly turned into confusion and concern. “Stanford, we’ve been trying to find you! We thought we lost you forever.”

Stanford’s eyes flared with anger. “And you’ve done so much to make things worse. I had hoped that after all these years, you might have understood the gravity of what happened. Instead, I find you entangled with forces beyond your control.”

Dipper, still processing the gravity of the situation, stepped forward cautiously. “You’re… the author of the journals. We’ve read your writings. You’re the one who documented the strange occurrences in Gravity Falls.”

Stanford’s gaze shifted to Dipper, his anger momentarily giving way to a flicker of surprise and curiosity. “You’ve read them? So you know something of what I went through.”

Dipper nodded. “We’ve been trying to understand the mysteries of Gravity Falls. Your journals have been a huge part of that. But… what happened? Why are you so angry?”

Stanford’s eyes darkened with frustration. “I was betrayed by those I trusted, forced into exile in a dimension I could barely comprehend. I’ve spent thirty years trying to rectify the damage and understand what went wrong. And now, I return to find my brother involved with entities like Bill Cipher.”

Bill, standing slightly apart, observed the interaction with an inscrutable expression. “Stanford, it’s been a long time. You’ve missed quite a lot, including the evolution of Gravity Falls and the people in it.”

Stanford’s anger flared again as he looked at Bill. “You. You’re part of the reason my life was turned upside down. What do you want now?”

Bill’s tone was almost taunting. “Oh, I’m just a curious observer. I’m interested in seeing how the pieces fall into place, especially with someone like you back in the mix.”

Stanley took a deep breath, stepping between Stanford and Bill. “Stanford, we need to focus on the bigger picture. We’ve been dealing with anomalies and disturbances here in Gravity Falls. We need your help to fix this mess.”

Stanford’s expression softened slightly as he looked at Stanley. “Help? After everything that’s happened, you want my help?”

Stanley nodded firmly. “Yes. We’re all in this together. Whatever happened in the past, we need to put it aside and focus on resolving the issues at hand.”

Stanford hesitated, then looked around at the assembled team. His gaze settled on Dipper and Mabel, who had been actively involved in the search for him. “I see that you’ve been working hard to understand what’s happening here. Perhaps there’s something to be salvaged after all.”

With a begrudging nod, Stanford began to discuss the anomalies and disturbances with the team, sharing his insights and knowledge. As they worked together, the atmosphere slowly began to shift from one of tension to cooperation.

The return of Stanford Pines marked a turning point in their quest. With his knowledge of the journals and his firsthand experience with the supernatural forces at play, the team gained a valuable ally in their efforts to address the mysteries of Gravity Falls.

As they continued to collaborate, the hope of resolving the challenges before them grew stronger. The bonds between the Pines family, their friends, and even Bill Cipher were tested, but their shared goal of understanding and protecting Gravity Falls united them in their quest.

.

.

As Stanford began to rejoin the team, he and the others quickly set to work analyzing the recent anomalies and disturbances in Gravity Falls. With the combined expertise of Stanford, Bill Cipher, and Fiddleford McGucket, they formed a plan to investigate the core of these disturbances.

Stanford pulled out his old journal and laid it on the table. The pages were filled with sketches, notes, and theories about the supernatural phenomena in Gravity Falls. “This journal contains information on the dimensional rifts and the entities that might be causing these disruptions. We’ll need to use it to pinpoint the source of the anomalies.”

Dipper, eager to contribute, asked, “What can we do to help? How can we use this information to find the source?”

Stanford flipped through the journal, stopping at a page marked with an intricate diagram of a dimensional rift. “We need to create a device that can track the specific frequency of these rifts. It will allow us to zero in on their origin.”

Mabel, ever optimistic, chimed in, “We can help with the building and testing! We’ve been getting pretty good at dealing with weird gadgets.”

Stanley nodded in agreement. “We’ll set up a workspace here in the Shack. McGucket, you and I will handle the technical aspects of the device. The kids and Wendy can assist with the research and fieldwork.”

Bill Cipher, intrigued by the unfolding plan, added, “While you work on the device, I can help gather more information on the dimensional fluctuations. My sources might provide additional insights.”

As the team split up to tackle their tasks, the atmosphere in the Mystery Shack became one of determined activity. The construction of the tracking device required precise work and coordination, with McGucket and Stanley meticulously assembling the components. Meanwhile, Dipper, Mabel, and Wendy researched the recent disturbances, documenting their findings and testing preliminary theories.

Over the next few days, the team made significant progress. The tracking device was nearing completion, and they had gathered enough data to identify a few potential locations of high dimensional activity.

One evening, as they were finalizing the device, Bill Cipher approached Stanford with a more personal tone. “Stanford, I must admit, I’m curious. What do you intend to do once we locate the source of these disturbances?”

Stanford looked up from his work, his expression a mix of determination and uncertainty. “I intend to fix what was broken. If there are forces at play that threaten Gravity Falls and the dimensions beyond, we need to neutralize them. It’s a chance to correct some of the wrongs of the past.”

Bill’s eyes glinted with a hint of amusement. “Ah, the classic quest for redemption. Well, I suppose I can’t fault you for that.”

The next morning, the team was ready to test the device. They set up a field station in one of the locations identified as a potential epicenter for the disturbances. As they activated the device, it began to emit a series of beeps and lights, signaling the presence of a dimensional rift nearby.

Dipper, holding the device, looked at Stanford. “We’re getting a strong reading. Should we proceed?”

Stanford nodded, his face set with resolve. “Yes. Let’s see where this leads.”

Following the device’s readings, the team ventured into the woods surrounding Gravity Falls. The atmosphere grew tense as they approached the source of the rift. The air shimmered, and an unnatural energy crackled around them.

Suddenly, they arrived at a clearing where the rift was visible, a swirling vortex of energy pulsating in the air. The team watched in awe as the rift’s chaotic energy shifted and swirled.

Stanley turned to Stanford. “This is it. What do we do now?”

Stanford took a deep breath, his expression a mix of determination and apprehension. “We need to stabilize the rift and identify its source. It might be linked to whatever is causing the disturbances.”

As they prepared to act, the team knew that they were on the brink of uncovering significant truths about the forces affecting Gravity Falls. The rift’s energy promised both danger and discovery, and the resolution of their quest was within reach.

With their combined efforts and the knowledge gained from their journey, they were ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead, united in their mission to protect their world and seek answers to the mysteries that had long haunted them.

Part 1

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[artsyacorn]

a little preview of my upcoming pinecest songfic

new blog hehe ,, posting pinecest art here but also here's a little sneak preview(?)??? of an upcoming ao3 fic im writing. just needa wait for ao3 to send me an invite for me to make a new account :) cant wait to post this but here's a short snippet!

prompt: mabel crashes out over catching her (now ex) boyfriend cheating on her with her sworn enemy. dipper comes in to comfort her. but they sorta had a thingity thang when they were sixteeennnnnnnnnnn nyeah... ok snippet ahead!

nsfw content warning. proceed with caution

🍂

Come on Mabel, think silly thoughts! Puffy stickers, rainbows, bleventeen SmileDips, the time when Ethan bought me– 

Ugh.

It was no use.

Her fingers clutched onto the sleeves of Dipper’s week old flannel she had stolen for warmth. Sure, it was stinky and rotting away on the carpet next to his bed on the other side of their shared room – but it was her only source of comfort for now. Tears streaked her cheeks, hot and relentless, spilling onto her trembling hands. The room that normally bathed in the soft glow of the moonlight beamed through the window, suddenly felt smaller tonight, as though it, too, mourned the pieces of her heart scattered in the wake of her breakup. 

She heard Dipper’s familiar footsteps in the hallway before the door creaked open. 

He didn’t speak at first—just leaned against the doorframe, his presence a steady counterweight to the storm inside her. An awkward atmosphere filled the air as the bright hallway light outside fills the dark room. 

"...Hey," he finally said, voice soft like a blanket on a cold night as he closes the door behind him. "You don’t have to do this alone, Mabes."

It was usual for Mabel to open up about her problems to her brother. No matter how long she decided to keep herself in sweater town when she was down, she was prone to come back to her brother for comfort by the end of the day. What’s not normal was the fact that she had been bedrotting for 16 hours straight without having lunch and dinner to the point their parents had to send Dipper up to frequently check on her wellbeing.

Instead, there was no response and each time he came to check on her, she buried herself even further into her acorn-knitted sweater. Although now that he had checked on her for the final time, he finds her out of that sweater and wrapped around in his week-old flannel.

“You skipped lunch and dinner, Mabel. You can’t keep going like this,” Dipper walks up to her bed and found himself a comfortable spot next to hers, his back also pressed against the cold wall as he grabbed a nearby plushie to place on his lap. “Come on. Let it all out. What did Ethan do this time?”

Mabel sniffled as she wipes her tear-stained puffy cheeks, “H-How did you know it was about Ethan? I never told Mom and D-Dad, or even you.”

Dipper smugly replied, “Sibling intuition,” He leans in to whisper, “So? What did he do to you?”

The older twin stayed silent before pulling her knees to her chest and burying her face into it. A muffled response followed, “It’s stupid, Dip.”

“Oh, come on, Mabel. Nothing is stupid,” He rubs her back gently, trying to provide her more comfort, “How am I supposed to help you get through this if you don’t tell me what’s going on?”

Another phase of silence filled the air. Dipper paused his suggestions for a moment to rethink what he was going to tell her next. If she wasn’t going to open up about Ethan on command, he would have to do it in the most Mabel-way possible to get her out of that zone.

“...Hey. Think silly thoughts. Remember that one time you glued macaroni to the dining room table because you thought it would make a great centerpiece?" Dipper urged, his tone teetering between teasing and desperate. He gets down from her bed and crouched infront of her, peering up into her tear-streaked face like they were kids again, desperate to pull her from the spiral of her thoughts. "Remember how Mom tried to be mad but ended up framing it as 'abstract art'? Maybe try treating Ethan like another silly memory too."

Mabel let out a small, watery laugh despite herself, the corners of her mouth trembling as they turned upward. The childhood memory tugged at her like the pull of a warm blanket, but the ache in her chest still lingered. "It’s not that simple, Dipper," she whispered, her voice barely above the rustle of the wind outside. "Ethan wasn’t just some silly mistake. He... he meant everything to me."

Dipper tilted his head, his expression softening. "I know," he said, his voice quieter now, the teasing gone. "But right now, you’ve got me, and I’ll stay here as long as it takes. Even if it means reminding you of every dumb thing we’ve ever done to keep you from spiraling. So please, tell me what’s going on, Mabel."

Mabel shook her head, the ghost of a bitter laugh slipping past her lips. "It’s not– I can’t–," she said, taking a deep breath as she finally relented. "He didn’t even care enough to lie. I caught them—him and that bleach-blonde Kelly—on his porch, like some ridiculous soap opera. And when I stood there, frozen like an idiot, he just… shrugged. Told me I just wasn’t as good as she was." 

Her voice cracked, the raw wound of it all still too fresh. "Like I wasn’t even worth an apology. Like I was just this—this obstacle in the way of his fun. Or maybe I was just another one of his little playthings."

Dipper’s jaw tightened, his hands curling into fists at his sides upon hearing the names mentioned. "That son of a bitch. And Kelly, of course, because why wouldn’t she take this as her big moment?" He huffed, pacing now, his frustration bleeding into the room like static. "You don’t need them, Mabe. Neither of them."

Dipper’s shared hatred with Mabel towards Kelly was well known ever since the twins enrolled into college and both became victims of her bullying. But Ethan? Dipper’s gut feeling always knew that there was something iffy about the guy. However, no matter how many times he’s warned his sister about men like Ethan, she just doesn’t listen.

Guess the gnome incident back in Gravity Falls wasn’t enough of a lesson for Mabel.

She sniffled, the betrayal a knot in her chest that wouldn’t loosen. "I know I don’t need them, Dippingsauce. I just... I thought he was different. I thought he cared about me the way I cared about him." Her voice dropped, barely audible. "But now I know that he had just used me as some sex buddy. How could I have been so stupid?"

Upon hearing what she had just shared, Dipper shifts about his position uncomfortably as vivid images of his sister doing… that started playing in his head.

Stop it, Dipper. That was 3 years ago. You guys promised to never do that again. It was a dumb decision.

Dipper clears his throat as he comes up with a response to distract his mind from the images before he accidentally gets a hard-on right in front of his dear sister who was sobbing her eyes out over some stupid cheating quarterback. "You’re not stupid, Mabel," he said firmly. "You’re trusting, and you have the biggest heart of anyone I know. That’s not a flaw, Mabel. That’s his loss. And Kelly? She’s just… desperate to hurt you because she knows she can never be you."

Mabel let out a shaky breath, her fingers curling around Dipper's as she looked down at him. Her eyes, still red and puffy, softened with gratitude. "Thanks, Dippington," she murmured. "For always being here. Even when I’m a mess."

He gave her hands a reassuring squeeze and shrugged, his lopsided grin breaking through the tension. "That’s the job, right? Twin duties and all that."

They both sat back on the bed, the springs creaking softly under their weight. The silence that settled over them was heavy but not unbearable—just awkward enough to make them both hyperaware of the space between them. Dipper leaned against the headboard, stretching his long legs out across the floor, while Mabel picked at a loose thread on the hem of his flannel.

Finally, she broke the quiet, her voice cutting through the stillness with an almost abrupt curiosity. "Dipper... have you ever been so in love that finding out your own partner finds sex with you meaningless just hurts you to the core?"

He blinked, startled by the suddenness of the personal question. He turned to her, his brow furrowing. "Where did that come from?"

She shrugged, her gaze fixed on her hands. "I don’t know. I guess I’m just wondering… if it feels this awful when it ends for everyone in a one-sided relationship. Or if it’s just me."

Dipper chooses his words carefully, trying to recall his previous highschool relationships without bringing up the fact that none of them ever really mattered. Not in the way Mabel seemed to think love should feel. Because the only emotionally-attached sex he had ever experienced was with… Mabel, 3 years ago.

Sure, he’d dated a few girls, had a couple of flings that burned fast and fizzled out even faster, but it was all surface-level. Nothing deep enough to leave a mark, let alone break his heart. But nothing could compare to the bitter pain in his chest when 16 year old Mabel told him that she wanted to stop doing what they were doing.

It was… stupid. But not that stupid. Of course it wasn’t normal. Of course it was taboo for siblings, especially twins, to be having sex on the daily together. But they were both young and curious about the opposite sex’s bodies and wanted a prior experience on sex before heading to college, for fear that they would both look stupid as virgins in bed.

No, they didn’t count it as technically losing their virginity. But it was true that they were both each other’s first times. In fact, Mabel was the one who suggested it first and Dipper just kind of… went along with it and he eventually grew addicted to the way his sister grinded upon his cock so well. His body was a canvas for her to explore new techniques she learnt and read up about – and he was all okay with that.

Just how the hell did Ethan not find sex with her amusing?

to be continued!!!! :p - acorn 🍂🐿️

[detectivemaker]

my own idea for a bill redemption story

So it starts like a lot of others I’ve seen with Bill being to earth to try and make some progress, but with an extra executive, which each steps he takes in bettering himself, he gains one of his powers

When set of twins come back to find that the triangular nuisance of their existences is back in existence he’s regained the power of levitation and mind reading, he regained these abilities because he saved me from falling down stairs she’s pregnant and that counts as saving two lives

after soos talks

Ford down from blasting the triangle into re non-existence, melody suggests   that the younger set of twins and  bill go around town to find problems to solve

Only Mabel agrees to do this so she and Bill go around town doing little tasks, none of which spark any flair old Power into Billy boy,  eventually they get back to the shack  and decide to  stargaze

As they do so bill senses that Mabel  is trying to not think about something he inquires about what she's trying to keep from the Forefront and that causes the floodgates of both tears and anxiety thoughts about their parents impending divorce to burst  open

Bill consoles her about feeling like she's losing her parents and says that he can relate (cuz you know he literally lost his parents),   she continues to have sad feelings in her brain even after the tears are wiped from her eyes,   bill thinks of something to give her to give a spark of happiness again and in a proof it comes into existence, and with that he's weakening disability to just make things appear

During another trip into town to try and find little tasks to do the ambushed by a group of gnomes who are trying to kidnap Mable to be their Queen again,  dipper has accompanied them and whatever the Gnomes has a very dangerous looking stick, boo pushes the boy out of the way of the stick-wielding gnome and it's likely grazed in his place,  summoning a leaf blower he blows away many of the Gnomes except for the leader, he commands little creep to march his way to the knee was body of water and stick his head in, the gnome does so without any complaint, and just like that he's gained his ability to control minds again

Sometime later in the story bill and  stan get into an argument and he admits something that he's never admitted to anyone, he loves Stanford,   stan says he's lying and bill says in a serious tone he's never used in a long while

" you can call my bluff on a lot of things  stanley,  but when I say that I love your brother... I'm not lying"

And then you tell the ports to the guest room  he's been using as a bedroom, and he cries himself to sleep, something he hasn't done since the night after the distraction of his entire dimension

Breakfast the next morning is tense, and it's his turn to bring a plate down to Stanford seeing as he hasn't left his lab since he learned that bill was back, the ride down the elevator to the basement is quiet, he's half expecting an atom  destabilizing gun to be pointed in his face when the elevator doors open, but they're Stanford sits  lit by the overhead lights, he's writing down something,  he doesn't start her when Bill levitates and places the plate of bacon and eggs on to the table he's  working at

"  i've been thinking about us ", bill says  sitting tensed  on the wood of  stanford's work desk," and I just want to say i'm sorry", he doesn't have to say that  stanford doesn't have to forgive him it just seems to be something that's already known between the two

Bill knows you're probably be hit with a metal wall if he tries to peer into the man's thoughts, but somehow he knows that Stanford's been thinking about  them too, maybe even before he learned that he was still alive

He relaxes when a six-fingered hand placed itself a top his

" i've missed you" one of them says it doesn't matter which and was a exhale bill thinks about change

And that's when he is suddenly shapeshifts into a more human form causing the table he was sitting on to turn on to its side

That's sort of all I have for right now

[strawberryshortcake1495]

This scene through Mabel’s POV 🩷

“I put everyone in danger. Now we’re toast, it’s all my fault, and nobody can save us!” Dipper laments. Suddenly, a zombie grabbed hold of his arm. “No!” My brother tries to yank his arm away but the zombie has a death grip on him. “Mabel, I’m sorry!” He yells as the zombie forcefully pulls him off the ground. I frantically flail my arms as I whimper and whine. Not him. Please don’t take my best friend away from me. “Dipper!” The strangled cry comes from my throat. Dipper screams in horror, and the zombie screams with him. Suddenly, something large and solid hits the zombie on the face. Dipper tumbles down onto the floor and my hands instantly grab onto his arms. I hold onto him for dear life as we both look up to see my lovely Grunkle Stan standing before us. He had disheveled grey hair, a dirty black suit with visible scratch marks on it, and he was holding a baseball bat with some sort of stain on it. “You two! At it, now!” His loud gruff voice snaps me back to reality. “But- But Grunkle Stan-“ Dipper stammers, struggling to process what he’s seeing. “I SAID NOW!” My Grunkle commanded. My legs felt like jelly and I didn’t move for a second or two before Dipper grabbed my arm, yanked me up, and dragged me towards the stairs. I made sure to grab our luggage before we left the room, though. “Alright, you undead jerks. You ready to die twice?!” I heard Grunkle Stan say. As me and Dipper ran through the Shack, Stan followed us as he kept hitting the zombies with his baseball bat. “The only wrinkly monster who harasses my family is ME!” He screamed. Dipper and I ran up the stairs and I heard Stan yelling at the zombies. We made it to the attic and Dipper slams the door shut. It suddenly started moving, and we both backed away. We watched in horror, not knowing what could be on the other side. But what I was mostly worried about was my Grunkle Stan. As if God could read my mind, the door slams open and we see him covered in some weird green liquid. Probably zombie blood. He coughs and puts a hand on his hip. “Oh, ow. Everything hurts.” He says. Dipper and I run towards him, with Waddles following behind me. “Grunkle Stan, that was amazing!” Dipper says as Stan closes the door shut. He looks injured.