#thedemigodofstories

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m!a you now are a big cat

With a puff of purple smoke what was once a mysterious man was now a purple snow leopard staring at you in shock and confusion.

Art by @puppykong

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what is your connection to gravity falls?

He looks over to anon, twirling the point of the sword that he was leaning on around before he spoke.

“I used to live there, when I was much much younger. I don’t remember much from those days. Infact.. I don’t really remember my own mother and father..”

His brow furrowed at the thought of not remembering his own parents. Then he shook his head.

“My sister and I lived with our great aunt Samantha, who was a lovely woman. Courageous, confident, and the best aunt we ever had.”

he smiled fondly

“She was an explorer- and a researcher, she moved there years ago to study the “Bermuda triangle of weird” as she put it- she walked around with a cane since she got injured from a Scampfire, she had red hair, glasses, and honestly? I think she’s where I got my fashion sense from”

He chuckled and reached up with a hand- straightening the lapels on his coat a little.

“She had a sister who lived there as well, I think her name was Susan? I don’t remember much, but I think she ran a diner?”

“While I don’t remember much about that place anymore.. some days I wish I could go back and see them again.. but I doubt they’d recognize me now.. who knows how long it’s been.. I certainly don’t…”

He sighed a small bit, leaning on the sword

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Who's your sister? What is your relationship like with her?

His expression turned into more of a somber one as he looked at you.

“Ah, I presumed the question would come up eventually..”

He let out a quiet sigh.

“Q, Q was her name.. of course she has a full name.. but she hated when people called her that. She, she was my older sister. She was cocky, and adventurous.. but always kind to me..”

“We were a duo of sorts.. I used to play the violin out in the woods when we were younger because I was afraid of a crowd. But she would always follow me and listen. And she liked to draw, but would always crumple up her drawing that wernt good enough.. and when she tossed them, I took them out of the trash and kept them. She was the artist, and I was the musician”

“We both had our own talents and gifts.. we weren’t exactly normal kids in the beginning anyways.. I mean- that’s what you get when you live in Gravity Falls..”

He chuckled fondly.

“She had a magical book, and I had a magical violin. She could bring things to life with her art, and I could control magic with the power of music.”

“We were amazing friends.. the best even..”

He paused.. a remorseful look on his face.

“That was until I was chosen.. after that.. she hated me, hated how I was the one that got all of the power and not her.”

“She was beyond infuriated that she wasn’t the perfect one. So… she grew jealous, and angry.. cursing my existence.”

“So.. she tried to kill me.. over and over again.. getting more and more violent with each attempt. I never fought back, never raised a hand at her, nor a sword.”

His voice was starting to crack a little, as if recalling it pained him.

“Until the day I did.. sealing her away somewhere far from me and those I care about, taking her book from her to keep her from hurting anyone..”

“I… I wish I never had to do that.. I wish she could understand it wasn’t my decision to be like this.. but I can’t just give this power to her..”

He let out a pained chuckle

“As much as I love my sister.. I can’t trust her with the power I have.. or trust her at all now..”

He grew quiet, a tear rolling down his scarred face.

“I wish.. she could forgive me..”

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what other powers do you have?

The man looks in your direction. Almost like he was looking at you through his blindfold.

“Well, with the powers that I have, I can have most anything I want.. so it’s hard to give an exact list of what I am capable of. But I can tell you what makes me capable of anything.”

He has a small smile on his face, he seemed to enjoy talking about himself, perhaps in an egocentric way, or maybe it was something else.

“I’d say my main power is what I like to refer as The Power of Narration; basically, anything I say or write with the intentions of making it come true- well.. comes true. I do have to follow some rules though.”

He chuckles a small bit. His laugh was a kind one, aged like an oak tree in a forest full of saplings.

“The only real drawback to that power is that I can only do it through speaking or writing.. so if I am unable to speak or write, It’s useless.”

“The next important one that I have is omniscience.. I am able to know anything and everything all at once. The only issue is that can give you one hell of a headache.. so I often only keep myself aware of things near around me or those I care about. It is also one of the reasons why I can “see” things even with a blindfold.. why I wear a blindfold is another story.”

“After that I also have what I call Danger-sense, or for those of you who are fans of Spider-Man, a spider-sense”

He had a cheeky smirk on his face from the reference.

“Basically I can know things before they happen. It kinda ties into my omniscience, but it’s definitely more literal on how it works.. whenever something is wrong, my left eye starts to bleed and hurt.. it’s definitely not a fun experience, but it’s certainly a good warning system.”

“There are definitely a handful of what could cause it.. if the timeline I am in isn’t going the way it should, or if I or someone I am watching over is in danger it starts to bleed.”

“The last power I have that is certainly one of the important ones.. is Immortality.. i cannot be killed or die by any means-“

he seemed he wanted to add on to that last part, but stopped himself. Shaking his head a little.

“And that’s about it.”



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do dogs fly?

He seemed a bit confused by the question, but pondered it for a moment.

“I mean I assume if a dog had wings it could- I don’t think I’ve met or seen any dogs with wings personally, but I’m sure it’s possible.”

He then paused as if he thought of something interesting. He smiles a bit.

“Now that makes me think of a dog being an airplane pilot, just sitting in a little old plane flying through the sky. Now that’s adorable”

He chuckled to himself.

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why are you a demigod?

The man’s expression softened a little at the question.

“Ah, well- that is a fair question to ask I suppose. Considering I wasn’t always like this. I was human once, like you, and many others.. shy and scared..”

He shifted his posture a bit as he spoke, his hand fiddling with one of the buttons on his coat.

“Maybe it was just chance, maybe I was the ‘Chosen one’ or some form of fate fell upon me. But, one day, I believe when I was around 17- while I was out with my sister. I was- well.. I guess the simplest way of putting it would be kidnapped..”

He chuckled a bit at his own wording, as if he found his own tragedy amusing.

“I was taken, I don’t exactly remember where or why.. but- I was told that I would become the Perfect Villain… one who could destroy reality as we know it… one who could tear the universe apart in seconds if I so wished.”

He let out a small sigh looking at you seemingly through his blindfold.

“And I was given said powers.. becoming a demigod of stories.. able to control reality itself if I so desired..-

And in turn.. I was robbed of a childhood..”