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@waldorkler request, a doodle of ashley and an unfortunate other

[erigold13261]

“It’s only a matter of time til my spectacular demise!”

This is @waldorkler OC Lilly Cobb as done for a request. From what I’ve seen Lilly is pretty cute and I feel honored that they wanted me to draw their character. I just hope she lives up to your expectations!

Didn’t know whether to post the colorful or purple one so I just posted both. 

[its-towarzysz]

Request for @waldorkler

I really liked drawing her, choosing colors was a real exercise too, because I had to work with the monochromatic color palette. Plus, since I only had a description and some fanart as a reference, so I could practice designing too. Working with @waldorkler was really pleasant. There were no problems and if he contacts me again in the future, I'll be glad to do it again. Art belongs to me, Lilly Cobb to @waldorkler

[paragonrobits]

How about a story with Lilly Cobb?

Smoke, wafting away into shapes that were not entirely normal (faint, twisting, not of this world, edging at a glimpse through a tattered veil), rose over the plants of the garden. It was a good gothic garden, though it had not been maintained for some time. The tone of disrepair essential to modern gothic aesthetic was only a veneer when it was done properly, but this garden, and the mansion looming over it, went rather further than that.

Bugs crawled from the windows, many-legged things that looked... wrong, scuttling into gaps that weren’t there after a second glance, the sheen of their shells glittering like the shine of substance that was not really there at all. Some of them looked like faces passing stern judgement. Black paint peeled away from the walls, some of the windows were missing panes of glass, and the gardens below had long since overgrown their boundaries.

Lily Cobb, last of the Cobb line (but not alone, not really, the Cobb family had died but many of them had not left) hunkered down in the grass with shears. She had little bottles of substances that were toxic to parasites but healthy for the plants, strange alchemical wonders of brewed up health for plants and violence towards pests, spraying nozzles affixed to those bottles. Long brushes, for grooming the furry leaves of some of the more hairy plants. And a box of meat for the plants that feasted on flesh, and were turning towards her. No plant should have moved like... well, an animal.

If Lily was concerned by this, she gave no indication of caring or even noticing. She simply trimmed at the plants, snipping away the weeds that had grown in the dirt and the stalks growing beyond the boundary of the garden. A few of the plants snapped at her or presented themselves in a dangerously alluring fashion, but she knew better than to fall for it and edged away, polite and firm.

Smoke trailed around her, and it seemed at times that her hands did not move entirely on their own; guided, perhaps, or even compelled by another will altogether. It filled in the blanks where she didn’t know what she was doing, and she watched it happen with calm detachment. She paid attention, learning what she had done wrong, but she didn’t actually mind.

And the curious thing is this: when it happened, her shadow changed, growing long and tall and older. Sometimes it was clearly the shadow of a partriarchal figure, nearly bent double with age. Other times, a more maternal shape. Or the stocky frame of a long-lost cousin, or the build of a sister she barely remembered-

(They were not gone. They were, in a way-

Waiting.)

She tossed a large hunk of meat to the plants, and they snapped for it like dogs. She moved on to the next bit, and the garden was more trim for her having been there.

The ghosts of the Cobb family reflected that she had turned back the turn of time, and decay. They might yet have longer to wait than they expected.

Whether they were pleased or not by this, that was harder still to say.

[badonkodank]

Lilly Cobb

A writing request for @waldorkler fpr their OC Lilly Cobb.

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A haze of smoke swirled around her when she blinked her eyes open. She looked around to get her bearings on where she was, and to her surprise, she was in bed. She’d thought, considering who’d possessed her this time, that she would end up waking in a forest or somewhere equally cold and damp. That would’ve been fun, even if it would have likely resulted in her getting a cold.

She shrugged to nobody but herself and rolled off the mattress, heading to her closet to pull out her favorite dress-- the purple one with frills in all the right places. She slipped into the garment with practiced ease before heading to the washroom to pin her hair up. While she did, she thought about what she should do for the day.

There were the usual necessities, of course: Feed the plant, talk to the family, eat breakfast-- not in that exact order, of course; breakfast was important after all.

Once she was ready for the day, Lilly headed downstairs, grabbing food from the kitchen before she settled at the table. It was a long table. It was much too long for one person, honestly, but that was just what happened when you went from a large family to a family of one. Lilly wondered if the table would’ve seemed less large if all the servants had stuck around. Ah well, at least she had the bugs to keep her company.

As if on cue, a roach crawled across her hand, onto the paper she’d been about to read. She smiled at the thing and gently brushed it off so she could see the printed words. There was nothing particularly special in there. Just the typical information giving on the newest party being held down the road, or the latest robbery. The front page rarely held anything of interest to her, though. Lilly sighed and flipped the page, looking for the corner bits she knew would not disappoint.

Most people wrote the “supernatural intervention” bits of the paper as silly stories for the crackpots of the town, but she knew there was truth to them. Either that or she was the crackpot the stories were written for. Either way, it gave her something to do.

There hadn’t been anything of interest to read the week before, but this time, it seemed she would have a good week after all. Her eyes lit up when she read about how strange things had been going on by the farm on the edge of town: Trees were being randomly torn to shreds, sheep were disappearing, and the family living there had been plagued with nightmares for several days in a row.

It sounded like the typical dragon haunting to her.

People too often put dragons in the category of “gold hoarder” or “people eater”, and didn’t quite understand that there were several different subspecies of the giant reptiles, and all of them had their own quirks. Some liked eating people and hoarding gold, but most just liked messing with people. They were like snakes. Snakes with wings and giant clamping jaws, and impossibly long claws.

Lilly looked down at her dress and shook her head. She’d have to change immediately if she wanted to have any chance of catching the creature. The one thing she’d learned about those entities was that they only hunted and terrorized people for so long before giving it a rest and moving on.

She headed back upstairs and promptly changed into her shorter dress, which she wouldn’t have to worry about getting too dirty or tripping on it while hunting. Pulling on high boots and lacing them up, she thought about how she would go about the hunting this time around. It had been awhile since she’d taken down a dragon, after all. She grabbed her pack and secured it on her person, running her hands over the intricate, delicate designs in the fabric a moment while she let her thoughts spin.

She grabbed the things she typically needed for trips such as these: Her cigars and blunderbuss, both as purple as everything else she wore (which was as much aesthetic as it was for camouflage). Her brothers used to tease her about her love of the color, telling her she would look like a giant bruise if she wasn’t careful. She’d just laughed at them. The memory now made a smirk quirk her lips as she shoved one of the fat cigars between them.

After that she grabbed her helmet and goggles, slipping both on so she didn’t have to carry them the entire way.

Once she was certain she had everything needed for dragon hunting, Lilly skipped outside, her violet hair bouncing happily against her back. She stopped only momentarily in the cemetery to inform her family that she couldn’t stop to chat yet, because she had a job, and once that was done she headed out.

The farmer’s home wasn’t a terribly long jog away for an adult, but seeing as she was small and needed to get their before dinner time, she needed to use her other method of transportation. She dragged her mother’s cannon out with practiced ease, taking the time to properly aim it in the direction she needed to head before climbing in.

She slipped her cigar out of her mouth and reached around for the fuse. It lit for her nicely and she brought her arms in close to her body, waiting to be propelled through the air at painfully fast speeds. The first couple times she’d done this, there had been a certain rush of excitement. Now though, it just felt like taking a bath-- nice, but boring.

The air in her face as she flew probably would’ve deafened and blinded her had she not been wearing her helmet and goggles and she was glad her grandpa had suggested it to her the first time she’d done it. The very first time she’d come to the landing bit, she’d wondered with morbid curiosity if she would die, if that would be how the curse got her. But then she always landed softly on her feet, as if her the ghosts of her family caught her right before she hit the ground, and she was left completely unharmed.

This time was no different, and within moments she was in the field next to the farm. She tilted her head, a hand on her cocked hip as she surveyed the damage that had been described in the paper. Honestly, the print hadn’t done it justice.

Everywhere she looked, trees had been cut apart or uprooted completely, and blood (presumably the sheep’s) stained the fences and grass-- if the family had tried to wash it up, it didn’t look like they’d done a very good job. Actually, it looked like a mob had torn through the place instead of a dragon. At least she knew better.

Lilly took a deep drag on the cigar and puffed out lavender smoke as she began forming a plan of action. The family suffered from nightmares, which meant the creature hunted after dark, so she knew she had enough time to figure something out. She went over everything she knew about dragons in her mind while she stood in the middle of the field.

Unlike wolves, the reptiles hunted alone, which was good, because she didn’t know if she could take down several in one sitting. They had hard hides that were difficult to pierce unless one knew their weak spots. There were plenty of weak areas specific to each type of dragon, too, which made the job a bit trickier. All of them had a specific spot in their neck in the juncture where their collarbones were located that was soft compared to the rest of their scales, but otherwise, their vulnerable areas were in the air and unknown to her. The only dragons she’d taken down in the past had been a winter one that tried to freeze her cemetary over, and a river one that kept drowning the children in the neighboring town.

From what she knew of most supernatural entities, this dragon was a shadow dragon, or something in a similar category.

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By the time night rolled around, she had a pretty solid plan in mind. Lure the creature away from the farm by shooting at it and angering it, and once it was far enough out of the way of civilization, she’d just run under the thing and shoot it. There were perks to being so young and small, and being able to sneak about. She liked to use those things to her advantage whenever she could.

There were probably simpler and safer ways to take the dragon down, but if there was one thing Lilly didn’t do, it was simple. There was nothing dangerous about simplicity, there was no rush to be gotten from simple methods. There was no potential mortal danger when things were done the simple way.

At least her plan had some risks to it.

She hunkered down by the trunk of a tree that still remained in the ground, puffing on her cigar while she waited for the beast to show itself.

The wait wasn’t a long one, and before Lilly knew it, the dragon was landing in the field, only a few feet away from where she was stationed. The reptile stood at least fifteen feet tall (not the largest breed, then) and it’s eyes glowed a fascinating shade of sanguine, casting a haunting glow against its midnight blue body. It was sleek and long, and its claws dug into the soft earth cruelly while its teeth gleamed in the moonlight, wet with fresh saliva.

It was magnificent.

Lilly narrowed her eyes and brought the barrel of her gun up, aiming directly at the beast’s closest eye. She lit the fuse to weapon with practiced ease, not even removing the cigar from her mouth as she leaned forward and stuck the end of it on the wax coated rope.

She counted down the time it took for the shot to sound, and after she made sure to follow through, she got up and ran as fast as she could away from the dragon, which was screaming in pain and anger at that point. She’d hit her target.

After several seconds of pumping her legs, Lilly figured she’d covered enough ground between herself and the reptile when she finally turned around, another shot ready to go as soon as she picked a target.

To her shock, however, she’d misjudged the speed of the particular creature and instead of a distant target, she found herself face-to-face with the thing. It’s nostrils flared with rage as it roared at her. She scrunched her nose when its foul breath slapped her right in the face but didn’t let the rancid smell stop her from taking the shot the dragon had been so kind to give her. She couldn’t get the juncture in its neck from this angle, but the inside of the throat would be even better, anyway.

The dragon snapped at her, and in anticipating the movement, Lilly rolled out of the way, lighting the fuse to her blunderbuss as she popped back up. As expected, the dragon opened its mouth again. She smirked and lined up the shot. She figured she’d have enough to to get it fired before the reptile could snap its jaws at her again.

She only noted her error when she felt herself being pulled into its warm, wet maw.

The shot had gone off before it could get her, that much she’d gotten correct, but her error had been in assuming this breed of dragon didn’t have scales on the inside. Only a select few did, and she wasn’t used to coming across those.

As she was swallowed, slipping down the beast’s throat, Lilly couldn’t help but wonder how such a small brand of dragon could stomach someone of her size. She’d figured the only reason it hadn’t eaten the other humans was because it couldn’t due to its smaller-than-normal stature.

Other people might have been more panicked about the whole ordeal, but Lilly had gone through it more times than she could count, and found it more tedious than anything. Honestly, why was eating her the default for anything that was even slightly bigger than her? She couldn’t have tasted that good. And yet, once again, there she was.

When she finally stopped moving, landing smack dab in the creature’s stomach, Lilly sighed. Experience told her she had exactly one minute before the acid in the dragon’s organ would begin eating away at her flesh. She rolled her eyes as she slipped her backpack off, unzipping it to look for something that would help her out of there. She was thankful, once again, for her smoking habit that many looked down upon, when the soft purple glow of her cigar illuminated the area around her.

“Yeesh,” she said to herself after pushing around the various many bombs she’d packed away, “is there really nothi- oh!”

She hadn’t realized she’d been talking aloud until the cigar fell out of her mouth and into her bag. Lilly scrambled to pull it back out before it could do much damage and grimaced when the action resulted in several of the bombs’ fuses to be lit.

“Uh-oh.”

Well, this was it, she decided with a tired sigh. She’d managed to outlive everyone in her family, and it had only been a matter of time. Ah well, at least she knew she was headed to an afterlife with the rest of her family. When she was a ghost, maybe she could haunt the townspeople when she got bored. That would be funny. And maybe she could make friends with the weird kids who weren’t afraid of paranormal entities.

At least she would get to kill the dragon as an accidental last hurrah. That felt like justice at least.

When the first fuse burned out, Lilly closed her eyes and dropped the bag into the stomach acid so that the explosion would make even more of a mess, because the idea just appealed to her, even if she wouldn’t get to see it.

The bright flash of light came soon after and Lilly felt the heat from the explosion across her entire body. Oddly enough, it didn’t hurt like she’d always figured death would. In fact, it felt sorta nice, being bathed in that warmth like she was sitting beside a fireplace instead of being engulfed by flames.

When the light behind her eyes disappeared, however, Lilly noted that the wind whipping around her didn’t feel like death at all (not that she knew what that felt like). In fact, it felt a lot like fly… or falling.

She blinked several times when the acrid smell of burnt flesh reached her nostrils. With a start, Lilly realized that falling sensation had been a result of her… well, falling. She’d somehow managed to survive the explosion and had been shot right out of the dragon when it had blown up from the inside out.

Huh. Cool.

Nobody could normally survive something like that, and Lilly made a mental note to ask which family member had tagged along and messed with the life and death rules again for her sake. She wasn’t complaining, but she was still interested in finding out.

She landed on her feet once more and stared on with wide eyes at the bloody scene of the dragon lying on its side with its stomach blown out. Guts were strewn all over the ground and silver blood stained the earth beneath its massive body. Lilly whistled lowly and brushed some of the drool and stomach acid off of her arms as she did so. It was always interesting, seeing how the creatures she hunted came out the other end of things.

This one was very cool to look at.

She made another mental note to just have the next dragon she fought ingest some explosives. It was, apparently, a lot easier than shooting at it and hoping for the best. Plus, the results were more spectacular.

Oh, and she needed to have a new backpack made, seeing as this one had been thoroughly destroyed.

Her job done, Lilly pulled out the single, long cigar she always brought with her in case of victories and held it out against a nearby flaming piece of flesh until it lit. She grinned as the violet smoke swirled around her face and she turned away from the dragon corpse.

Shortly after, she pulled out a piece of paper and a writing utensil from the bag at her hip; she always brought them when she was taking care of something for someone in town.

The problem has been taken care of. Sorry about the mess.

~ The Hunter

She never liked signing her name to the notes, because it was better if people just left her alone. If they knew she was the one protecting the town from nuisances such as these, they wouldn’t leave her be.

Besides, it was more fun to leave that mystery element around what she did.

Lilly took a glob of sticky blood from the ground and ran over to the front door of the farmer’s house, using the gooey substance to glue the note to the door.

In a practiced form, Lilly knocked thrice on the wood before zipping off into the forest before anyone could answer the door or see her.

She did watch, from the safety of nature’s cover, as the lights inside the house turned on and the man came out to the front porch. He held a knife and Lilly giggled at his attempted bravery. It was cute when people got so fed up with the supernatural that they decided to straight-up fight it.

His defensive nature dropped almost immediately though, and Lilly watched with pride and amusement as the blade fell out of his grip in shock and he stared at the still-on-fire corpse of the dragon that had been haunting his farm and family.

“Oh my Lord… Sarah! Sarah get out here, you need to see this!”

Lilly nodded with another small laugh, taking a particularly long drag from her celebratory cigar. Even if things had gotten done in ways she hadn’t planned out, she’d still managed to, once again evade death, as well as help some people out. She considered it a job well done.

[carrieautumn-blog1]

Lilly Cobb

This was a request for Waldorkler, a short story involving their OC. Thanks for the request!

https://lilly-cobb.tumblr.com/

Lilly Cobb

The vapors of a dream drifted up from the dying embers of a violet cigar; the various aristocratic faces caught in the curling tails of smoke began to fade as the young Lilly Cobb stirred. She had fallen asleep in the parlor, lying face first on an antique settee, patterned in wilting silk flowers. Her cigar holder rested precariously between two thin fingers, threatening to catch the rug on fire. She couldn’t decide if the mansion set ablaze would be an awful way to go or not, there was something appealing with the idea of the Cobb Estate pershing in a glorious blaze with it’s last remaining occupant. Yet, she thought again that perhaps it should remain standing as the largest mausoleum in history, a hollow symbol that stood for the loss of an entire lineage.

The Cobb family had been cursed. The entire bloodline had slowly began to vanish, as one by one each member had perished, until the sole remaining member was the young Lilly Cobb. Lilly was not a lonely girl, for whatever reason, the spirits of her late family still roamed the estate. It was not quite the same as when they had been alive, the large estate that had been filled with the constant bustle of life was quieter now, but even so she was never in want for company.

Lilly stretched and pulled the twirls and tangles from her long lavender hair, retrieving her lacy head wear that had fallen to floor. She collected herself, lit another cigar, and began to explore the mansion to see if she could find any of her family and discover what they might be up to. With no purpose in her mind, she eventually came to the nursery. It was made up of two large, adjoining rooms. One was the play area and the other filled with bassinets and small beds. She admired the room that had once held her and many small cousins for generations. She noticed some toys were strewn about the floor and one of the rocking chairs was slowly coming to a stop. Oddly enough, the room was empty. Emptier than a home filled with wandering spirits could be, that is. It was strange, but she moved on chasing the phantom smell of something cooking downstairs.

China lined the entire length of the long dining table. The other banquet tables had been brought out and were also set up, as if to reenact a family gathering. As of late this display was something normally that was reserved only for the rare guests, that occasionally wandered into the mansion. The faint smell of food she had followed downstairs was gone and the dishes remained as vacant as the chairs set before them. Interesting.

The members of Lilly’s families all spent the afterlife in their own way. Some liked to try to rekindle the pleasures or habits they had had when they were alive, with varying levels of success. It was difficult to imbibe earthly pleasures when one was essentially hollow, after all. Others had not taken as well to their new state, despite being in the warm presence of family. They wallowed in their sorrow or madness and displayed uncouth or even violent tendencies. Yet, Lilly only had a smile waiting for them, because what else could she do. Today it seemed she’d find no one in the dining room or kitchen areas so she moved on again.

Before she could return upstairs she saw a flash of light and made a new discovery of her old home. The flickering light illuminated an invisible space between the wall. She ran her fingers over the floral wallpaper until she felt air hit her finger tips. She gave the wall a gentle push, something clicked and the door came open. A gleeful surge came over her as she entered the narrow passage. It was completely dark except for a glowing ball at her feet. It must have rolled down the path and created the light she had seen, the crystal orb bumping on the uneven floorboards. She picked it up and found it was very cold, it’s innards swirling with a pretty white smoke. She used it to light her way down the hall that had more turns than she was anticipating. Lilly followed on, barely able to make out some old portraits of family members she had never seen before. Other odd trinkets like clocks or a compasses were also encased in shadow boxes on the wall, defeating their purpose.

Eventually she came to a room and saw a glowing claw on the table that must hold the orb she carried. She placed it into the hand and the room lit up with star light. Tiny lights began to twinkle throughout the room, a candelabra and sconces on the wall ignited with soft flames until the room was bright with flickering pastel shades of blue, green, lavender, pink and orange-red flames. Now she could see all that awaited her in the room.

Books lined shelves that encircled the room in all the languages of the world, and some that were a world apart. Small herbs and mushrooms grew in a garden that thrived in darkness. Rocks with strange symbols and crystals of all kinds were sorted into slots and glass vials. Cabinets were filled with jars and objects that were labeled with numbers and letters. There was more too, in chests and in alcoves, hanging from the wall and ceilings. All of it, the entire room carried a smell she had never known until now, but she knew it surely, Magic.

Uncertain of how much life she had left to claim Lilly was ecstatic at the prospect of this new hobby.  What girl wouldn’t want to study the wonders and potential esoteric horrors of magic? It was determined instantly in Lilly Cobb’s mind that she would become a witch. That task would be proven easier said than done, shortly.

The first part was organizing, she had to sort the piles of notes and books into an order she could use. First were the books that were written in languages she could understand, and those were sorted into what contents she could even begin to comprehend. This severely narrowed down the resources she could use, but that was helpful in it’s own way. Finally she settled down into trying to decode the notes and books, taking notes of her own. Trying to break the frustrating shorthand took hours, and Lilly found herself tired before even beginning to reach the lower branches understanding. She closed her books and rubbed her eyes. She went off to find food or rest, whichever came to her first, carefully closing the passage behind her, in case any relatives had any ideas about disorganizing her notes. As she began to make her way upstairs once again, she heard a voice.

“Lilly,” It called to her in a high feminine voice she did not recognize. She approached the hand calling from a darkened corridor at the end of a hall. “This should help you.” The voice told her, handing over a blue book with silver moon embossed on it’s moleskin surface. Lilly looked up from the book to say thank you, but the darkness had vanished and so had the pale reaching hand. It must have been a relative she hadn’t met she reasoned, and thought that they might have had something to do with the crystal ball that lead her to the secret room in the first place. After all it was unlikely that ball had rolled off the table and through all those twists and turns on its own.

The next time Lilly entered the room she had the blue book, and when she opened it things began to click. It was written as guide for someone without understanding, and contained an index of simple enchantments and spells. Lilly found the idea of a new wardrobe appealing, specifically for when she was here in the Witches’ Lair. It was as good a starting point as any.

Following the instructions carefully, reading them three or four times, Lilly took spider’s silk from a vial and placed it on old spinning wheel. Chanting a few clumsy words while touching it’s surface, it began to work on it’s own and would make the process far easier. When it gave her piles and piles of gossamer thread, far more than she should have been able to yield. She placed the soft, silky pile carefully on a dressforms’, headless, neck and began to envision what it was she wanted. But first she would need a wand.

She took her cigar holder, and dipped it into a smoking poultice she had made from strange herbs with strange symbols in their names. Then she held it over a flame until the whole of it turned burning orange, yet it never warped or turned to ash. She whispered a few words, and a small puff of visible air came from her lips wrapped around the holder and began to spark. She took it between her fingers, held it up to the mass of thread, ready to test that she had done everything correctly.

She said the words that needed saying, and the thread began to work it’s way down the form like water. She played with the layers, moving her wand like a conductor, shifting the shape this way and that. Finally, with sweat fresh on her brow she was finished. She took the outfit from the dress form and slipped it on, it had an icy burn from the fresh magic still crawling over it’s stitching. Lilly stood before the mirror and admired herself, a proper conical hat with a wide brim and a dress that lightly sparkled, maintaining the webbed pattern from the spider’s silk, with flowing sleeves. The outfit was of course purple, and brought out the stunning shade of her features.

Tired, but overjoyed in her success, Lilly retired her spellcraft for today. Cleaning up her newfound workspace,  she felt eager to to begin conquering her next feat. One a little more difficult, not to mention dangerous. She could already picture it, sailing over the estate, casting a shadow over the moonlit graves.

A few weeks had past, but Lilly was finally ready. With a flick of her wand her cannon began to glow and spark. She had tried to enchant this thing a few times before, and each time at this stage it always went wrong. The last attempt had nearly destroyed the cannon. This time she knew she had it, without breaking connection, she lifted her arms up and then brought them down commanding a cascade of energy onto the cannon. She caught her breath, looking at the cannon, before grinning. This was it.

Lilly Cobb adjusted her cannon skyward before sliding her legs in. She angled herself over the rim while pointing her cigar holder-wand back at the fuse. With a single word the fuse ignited, and so too did the young girl’s heart. She settled into the cannon and looked up at the sparkling sky. She closed her eyes, took a serene breath and felt the blast begin at her feet. The boom of thunder, the crack of lightning, and Lilly flew across the horizon. Up and up the magic carried her until the heat of the had blast faded away. Lilly kept her eyes on the stars, the world leagues behind her, and smiled again. Soon she would be among the cosmos. A dying smoke trail and a faint twinkle beside the moon would be all that was left behind.      

[phaoray]

svtfoe - The Dark Princess

Here is a little request i made for @waldorkler and it’s AU where Star shifts places with Ludo. Can you imagine the starco in this AU? so Cute!

[milesgaylsprower]

Guilty Conscience

so this was a gravity falls fic requested by @waldorkler, who has been super patient in waiting for me to actually get it finished. I hope I did it some justice.

Up until now, Mabel had cherished every moment of her vacation in Gravity Falls with her brother Dipper – even the bad ones. They had encountered all sorts of weird things and worked together to solve mysteries. All of that seemed so distant now that they were clutched in the hand of an interdimensional demon who could do all manner of unspeakable things to them. The two had managed to get out of tight spots before during their vacation, but even Mabel had to admit that it seemed like there was no way out of this one. The attempt to use the zodiac to seal Bill away had failed and there was nothing left up their sleeves. Out of all the ways she could have died this summer, playing Russian roulette with a demon was probably the least desirable.

“EENIE!” Bill called out, his eye displaying a pine tree symbol.

She tried as hard as she could to wriggle free of Bill’s grasp, but he was too strong. She could feel Dipper fighting to break free as well. Dipper… She remembered that all of this had happened because she didn’t want him to leave.

‘What kind of a sister am I,’ she thought to herself. She’s the one who had wished for a never-ending summer. She’s the one who had been tricked by Bill. If anyone deserved to lose this game of chance they were playing with Bill, then it was her, not Dipper. And when it came to family, no one mattered to her more than Dipper. He had been there for her through thick and thin – even proven it in a court of law – but she abandoned him when he wanted to pursue something that he enjoyed.

“MEENIE!” Mabel twisted around in time to see Bill’s eye become a shooting star.

The only option she could think of wasn’t a good one, but it was one that would keep Dipper alive.

“MIN–”

“Wait!” Mabel said. She could feel her heart racing and every neuron in her brain screaming in protest, but the words came out anyway. “You can kill me. Just… don’t hurt my brother.” She looked at Dipper and forced a smile on to her face.

“Well well well, aren’t we the brave little one?” Bill said.

The color drained from Dipper’s face and his eyes widened. “Mabel, what are you doing?”

Ford and Stan came from around the corner, their gaze fixed on the twins.

“I was about to ask you the same thing, Mabel. You don’t have to do this! I can– ” Ford started to say.

“No, it’s okay,” Mabel said. She looked at Dipper, hoping he couldn’t see the tears starting to well up in her eyes. “It’s okay.” Every word felt like it would get stuck in her throat, but she managed to speak anyway. “Make sure you say hi to mom and dad for me.”

“Now isn’t this an interesting turn of events!” Bill said. “I would’ve expected something like this from Sixer, but certainly not you!”

Mabel found herself staring into Bill’s eye. Despite her best efforts, her voice cracked as she said, “I love my brother, and I don’t want anything to hurt him.”

“You Pines twins have always been close,” Bill said, “but you can be honest with me, kid. That’s not why you’re really doing this, is it? I know the look of a liar when I see one. Come on, Shooting Star, how about you tell us why you really want to die!”

Mabel looked from Ford to Stan, then to Dipper. She closed her eyes and exhaled. “Because… this is all my fault.”

“This isn’t your fault, Mabel!” Ford said.

“Yes, it is!” Mabel said. She stared at the fingers clenched around her. “I… I handed that weird snowglobe Dipper had in his backpack over to Bill.”

“What? Mabel, what are you saying?” Dipper asked. “You know Bill is evil!”

Mabel shook her head. “I don’t mean it like that! I didn’t know it was Bill! But he said he had a way to let this summer last longer and I just… You were going to stay with Ford, and I was going to be all alone. I didn’t want to lose you…”

Bill laughed. “Man this just keeps getting better and better. Remind me to make people feel guilty more often!”

“Mabel, you wouldn’t have lost me… It wouldn’t have been the end of the world or anything,” Dipper said.

“But it would’ve been the end of something important to me,” Mabel said.

Bill pinched the collar of Dipper’s vest between his fingers and lifted him out of his fist. “I hate to break up this heart-to-heart, but it’s moments like this that make what I do worth it.” He dropped Dipper in front of Ford and Stan. “You all know me; when I do things I like to do them BIG!” His voice thundered as he said ‘big’. With Mabel still in his grasp, he flew out of the Fearamid and down to the town below.

“What are you doing?” Mabel asked.

“I was thinking that we should tell everyone in the town what you did. I’m sure they’d love to have someone to blame!” His eye looked down on the ruins below, swiveling in search of anyone to hear the news. “Attention people of Gravity Falls! I’ve got something you’re going to love hearing!”

Mabel held her breath as she waited for people to start showing up. After a few seconds, some curious heads peeked out from behind chunks of concrete and from inside the empty husks of buildings. When they weren’t immediately turned to stone, they began to trickle out, filling the streets below Bill and Mabel. When the more timid townsfolk saw the lack of danger, they too joined the crowd, until the whole population of Gravity Falls had congregated to hear Bill’s announcement.

“Listen up, this girl has got something to say!” Bill said.

Mabel felt everyone’s eyes fall on her. “I… I don’t want to tell them,” she said.

“If you don’t tell them, then I’m going to kill your brother!” Bill said. “Now tell them what you told your family!”

Mabel sighed and took a deep breath. ‘For Dipper,’ she reminded herself. “I’m the one who caused all of this.”

The people started to talk among themselves. The sound reached Mabel as a quiet murmur, too indistinct for her to identify any emotions that the townspeople might be feeling.

Bill tightened his grip on her. “Keep talking.”

“I was really selfish. I was going to be separated from my brother and I didn’t want that to happen. I made a wish for this summer to last longer and Bill used that to trick me. It’s all my fault,” she said.

The talking grew louder, but Mabel still couldn’t hear anything specific. Were they mad? Would they forgive her? Somehow, Mabel didn’t think she’d be around long enough to find out.

Bill’s laugh echoed across the town. “Yes, you heard her right. She’s the one to blame for all of your misery! But don’t worry, I’ve got something that you’ll like even better – front row seats to her execution!” Bill’s eye turned to look at Mabel, and he said, “Look on the bright side, kiddo. After the barrier is broken, I’m going to tell the whole world that this is your fault.”

Having said that, Bill let go of Mabel, and she fell to the ground. Dipper darted out of the crowd towards his sister. He kneeled next to her and put his hand on her shoulder. He could feel her ragged breathing.

“Mabel, are you okay?” Dipper asked.

Mabel looked up at Dipper, her eyes swollen and tears falling down her cheeks. She threw her arms around him and buried her face against his shoulder. “I’m so, so sorry, Dipper,” she said. Her voice was muffled. “I’m sorry for everything.”

Before Dipper could say anything, he found himself engulfed in a triangular shadow. Two long, skinny arms thrust their way between the twins and pushed them away from each other. Both twins looked up to see Bill looming overhead.

“I hate to break this up, but it’s time for you to die,” Bill said, pointing at Mabel.

Bill’s eye turned red and Mabel squeezed her eyes shut.

“Wait!” someone called out from the crowd. The people parted until Ford emerged from the throng. “I surrender,” he said.

For a moment, Bill hovered silently, his finger still pointed at Mabel. “So, you’ve finally decided to give up.” Bill shrunk down back to a smaller size, turned around, and faced Ford. “I’ll admit, I was really looking forward to killing the kid. Either way, you’ve made a good choice, Sixer.”

Stan pushed through the crowd and stumbled up to his brother. “Don’t do it, Ford! It’ll destroy the universe!”

Ford glared at Bill. “It’s the only way,” he said to Stan. “Bill, my only condition is that you let my brother and the kids go!”

“You drive a hard bargain for someone who just spoiled all of my fun,” Bill said. “Still… it’s a deal!” He stretched his hand out to Ford.

To Mabel, everything from there seemed to unfold so quickly. Ford shaking; Bill entering Ford’s mind; finding out that Ford and Stan had switched places; the memory eraser. The Fearamid disintegrated and the demons were sucked back into the nightmare realm. The sky cleared, and just as suddenly as it had happened, everything was back to normal.

Mabel picked up Stan’s fez and ran up to him. “Oh my gosh! Grunkle Stan, you did it!”

“Oh, uh, hey there… kiddo,” Stan said. “What’s your name?”

Mabel felt her stomach sink at those words.

Later that evening, Mabel sat on the steps to the Mystery Shack, staring out into the woods. Even now when she thought about Grunkle Stan’s amnesia, she could feel her stomach twist itself into knots. Everything had worked out in the end, but to Mabel it didn’t feel like things had ended up okay. She had directly caused Weirdmageddon and she had almost lost her great uncle all because she didn’t want her summer to end. Even worse, she felt like she had betrayed her brother, like she had tried to stand in the way of his happiness.

Behind her, the door opened, and Dipper stepped out. He sat down next to Mabel. “Are you still feeling down?” he asked.

“I still feel like all of this is my fault. Like maybe if I hadn’t been so selfish, none of this would have happened,” Mabel said.

Dipper shrugged. “Everything turned out okay in the end though, so it’s not such a big deal, is it? I mean we beat Bill, Grunkle Stan is back… Everything’s good.”

“But it didn’t have to turn out this way. Everything could have gone so much worse. Grunkle Stan could still not remember any of us. Bill could still be out there destroying the world.” Mabel stared at the ground. “And it all would have been because I didn’t want to leave you…”

Dipper put a hand on his sister’s back. “Come on, Mabel, don’t talk like that. What’s important is that we’re here now. None of those things did happen. And even if it was your fault, you didn’t need to sacrifice yourself like that.”

Mabel could feel the tears starting to come back. “I just wanted you to have another chance to be happy. Without me around to screw things up…”

“Mabel, we all make mistakes sometimes. I’m sure if you had known, you wouldn’t have given the rift to Bill. And if Grunkle Stan had lost his memory, we would have found a way to restore it. That’s what we do! We’re awesome together, and this summer is proof of that.” Dipper smiled warmly at his sister.

Mabel looked up at Dipper. “Thanks, bro-bro. I think from now on, I’m going to try to be a better sister. I know we won’t always be together, and I shouldn’t be trying to stop you from doing what you want to do. We’re not always going to be together.”

“Maybe our lives will take us in different directions sometimes, but we’ll always be together,” Dipper said. “No matter how far apart we may be.”

This brought a smile to Mabel’s face. She reached over and hugged Dipper as tight as she could. For the first time that night, she felt that everything would be okay.

[fountainpenguin]

I just thought of an episode idea that I found kind of funny. Basically it would be about time travel hijinks sending Mikey and Bunsen to an unknown point in the future. They eventually meet a pretty, kind young blond woman who happily helps them out. Just before they leave the future, they thank the woman for her help and ask what her name is out of curiosity, to which she replies "Amanda Monroe". Bunsen and Mikey return to the present feeling very, very confused.

Yeah! Imagine living in a town with both a family of Munroes and a family of Monroes! That’d be awfully confusing, I think.

[cupilart]

Request: The idea is sort of this AU I came up with based on one of the alternate timelines briefly shown in "Mathmagic". Specifically, the one with Star dressed as Ludo. I was thinking the basic idea of the AU could be one where Star and Ludo's roles are swapped. So, maybe something with Ludo-Star being a bumbling villainess?

I’ve seen some anonymous folks do this thing better than I think I ever could. But I’ll still take a stab at it. Sorry that I ended up making this more about “Ludo Butterfly” than I did “bumbling villain” Star.

Someone kidnapped baby Star and seemed to just basically dump her in the Forest of Certain Death. Kappa bird thing fills void in the Butterfly’s hearts. (Dennis is just about the only family member he keeps in contact with–think of him as a more likable Ponyhead). While Star was basically forced to raise herself. She amasses an army and manages to take over the Avarius castle.

I know the au is meant to have her dressed as Ludo like her Halloween costume, but I ended up taking some liberties. I just really liked the look of those warnicorn/unicorn? skulls from “Face the Music”.

Marco can still fight, this is just one of those ‘better to run’ moments. Ludo’s technically not a teen here but he still forms a bond with Marco. 

Ludo isn’t as naturally talented as Star so he’s stuck with tiny peashooter blasts and Levitato. Though he can make big victory bursts on rare occasions.

Potentially tragic but heartwarming reunion is ruined by local immortal monster.

[silverglimse-productions]

Here is my drawing for @waldorkler who requested: How about Reverse Mabel. She'd have a huge, tremendously fat blue cigar in her mouth, the tip glowing bright cyan and sparkling. She'd be getting fired out of a blue circus cannon into the night sky.

Hope this suffices :-)

Please, just hit me in the DM’s if you would like a request!

[incorrect-htf-quotes]

Giggles: Lumpy, Toothy’s been killed!

Lumpy: So what? He’s killed me before. I’ve killed you a couple times. Everybody kills everybody, it’s how we communicate in this town.

[thepeanutbutterwizard]

Reverse Falls fic request for @waldorkler

“C’mon Paz!  We’re gonna be late for the show!”  Gideon Gleeful was not known for his physical prowess.  He had always been the youngest in his grade, was short for his age, and he was the first to admit that he was a bit on the chubby side (it’s not his fault Miss Suzan made such good pie).  But, with the proper motivation, the ten-year-old boy could be surprisingly speedy.  Pacifica Northwest had known Gideon for years, and yet even she was mildly surprised as she tried to keep up with her friend.  One of his chubby hands was wrapped around her wrist, and together they sped down the gravel drive, the sound of their feet, one pair in light-up sneakers, and the other sliding in beaded sandals alerted every being with some type of ears within half a mile that they were there.

“Look!”  Pacifica gasped, skidding around a the corner, her sandals grabbing weakly at the ground  “The tent...is still open!”  The tent in question was a towering monstrosity of blue fabric that defied physics.  It was covered in more glitter than Pacifica knew existed in the whole world, and a huge neon sign the proclaimed “THE MYSTERY TWINS TENT ’O’ TELEPATHY” for the whole world to see.  The tent flap was open, light and noise pouring out of it and into the twilight, but even as the children watched, an old man in a straw hat and a loud pink hawaiian shirt came out and started fiddling with the ties.

“WAIT!”  Gideon hollered, making Pacifica wince as they pushed themselves into a final sprint.  The man turned towards the children, just in time to catch Pacifica as she finally lost the battle with her shoes and the gravel and nearly slid into the tent like a baseball player.

“Easy there kid!”  The man exclaims, setting the girl back on her feet.  His voice is gruff, but concerned, and his hands are large and wrinkled, but gentle.  “You don’t wanna take a spill out here.  Trust me, it ain’t fun.”  The man adjusts his hat as Pacifica tugs on her tank-top, stretching the tie-dyed peace sign briefly into an oval.

“Thank you.”  Pacifica says, straightening the flower crown she had made earlier in the day where it rested on her head.

“You two here to see the show?”  The old man asks, letting the two children slip in around him as he pulls the opening of the tent shut.

“Yessir!” Gideon squeaked, his Southern accent eliciting a smile from the man.  “We’re really excited for it!”  Next to him, Pacifica nodded a little, but she wasn't really listening to the two of them.  She was scanning the crowd, looking for an empty spot in the benches for her and her friend to sit.  The tent was packed close to bursting!

“Gid, I think I found some seats!”  Pacifica grabs her friends shoulder, and points to a small bench in the back.  A man was already sitting there, arms and legs crossed and one foot bouncing impatiently, but there was enough room on the bench for one more person.  Or two small people.

“You two better get settled then.  The show’s about to start!”  The man says with a smile before walking to the front of the tent.  

Gideon and Pacifica trot over to the empty bench and hop up onto it,  Pacifica on the edge and Gideon next to the strange man.  It was only after they both got comfortable that they realized a glaring problem

“Aww shoot!  I can’t see a thing back here!”  Gideon pouted to Pacifica.  She could only see the stage if she leaned into the aisle, so she could only imagine how much worse it must be for her shorter friend.  Pacifica was about to suggest they trade seats, give her friend the better way of seeing the show, when the man sitting next to them spoke.

“Why don’t you just stand on the bench?”  He says, gesturing with one hand.  “No ones behind us, and there are no rules against standing during the show.”

Pacifica turns towards the man, only to freeze in confusion.  Next to her, Gideon speaks, voicing her thoughts for her “Hey!  You look just like that other guy!”

The man that they were sitting next to bore an incredible resemblance to the man who had let them into the tent.  His hair was a little darker, and his glasses were different, and he was a bit trimmer than the other man, but the similarities outshone the differences.  Although the biggest difference was, of course, their clothing.  The new man was wearing simple slacks and dress shoes, a rumpled maroon button-down, and an old fraying suit coat with patches on the elbows that were there for function more than fashion.

“Hmm.  I’m going to assume you're talking about my brother.  We’re twins.”  The man said with a bored ease and practice.

“Twins?  That’s so amazing!  I’m Gideon by the way, pleasure to make your acquaintance sir!”  Gideon grabbed one of the man's hands and shook it with both of his own, startling the man.  “This here’s my friend Pacifica, but I call her Paz!”  Gideon then grabbed Pacificas hand and shoved it into the man's, forcing the two of them into a handshake.  Pacifica, used to her friends antics, took this in stride, until she felt something unusual about the handshake.  She looked down at the stranger's hand and felt his fingers tense up as she counter his fingers.  And then counted them again.

“Six fingers?  Wow, that’s far out!” She says,  looking up at the man and smiling as she dropped the handshake.  The tight look on his face melted into a mildly confused one at her words.  Pacifica was used to people being startled by the phrases she picked up from her parents and from the other hippies that she would meet when they stayed at communes over the winter before settling in Gravity Falls.  

“That is so cool!”  Gideon had grabbed the man's hand again and was experimentally bending the sixth finger back and forth.  The man looked at him with a mix of amusement and discomfort on his face.  He pulled his hand out of Gideon’s grasp and coughed nervously.

“Yes, well, I-erm, I’m Dr Stanford Pines.”  He hastily changed the topic, and Pacifica felt guilt twinge in her stomach.  She hadn’t meant to make him feel embarrassed.  She was just trying to do what her parents taught her: show love and tolerance for all.  She would have to try to apologize to him.  “But you children can call me Ford.”

Pacifica opened her mouth to offer an apology to Ford, when suddenly the lights dimmed and piano music starts to fill the tent.  Next to her Gideon squeaked and hastily clambered into a standing position, placing a hand on Pacifica's head and on Ford’s shoulder to do so.  Pacifica climbs up next to him as soon as she’s able, just in time for the curtains to part revealing two figures in blue standing on stage.

A boy and a girl, with curly hair and similar faces stood side-by-side in the spotlight.  The boy wore a simple light blue suit, and his bangs were combed and parted to perfectly show that a constellation was drawn on his forehead.

“Why does he have the Big Dipper drawn on his head?”  Gideon whispered to Pacifica

“It’s a birthmark.”  Ford answers.  He had stood up to see over the crowd too, and had taken out a notebook and a pen.  The end of the pen had teeth marks decorating the plastic casing.

“What?”  Pacifica and Gideon say together

‘“Well, he uses makeup to enhance it during the show, but really, it’s been there since he was born.  I believe Stanley has pictures if you would like to see after the show.”  He looked over at them, and seeing their confusion, added “We’re their great-uncles.”

A bright flash brought the three of them back to the stage, just in time to see the boy tuck a silver lighter into his pocket, as his sister waved a fat blue cigar around.  More smoke floated off of the lit end than seemed possible, and the smoke glittered and changed colors, eliciting a pleased round of ‘ooooh’s from the audience.

“Hello everybody!” The girl calls out, waving at the crowd.  Her outfit was extravagant, just as sparkly as the tent was, complete with a cape and a top hat.  “I’m Mabel, this is my brother Dipper.  Together we’re the Mystery Twins, and we would like to welcome you to our TENT ‘O’ TELEPATHY!”  The smoke trailing from her cigar coalesced over her and her brothers head before shattering outwards into a flock of glittering white doves.

The show did not disappoint.  Together, the Pines Twins performed what seemed like ten different shows rolled seamlessly into one.  They started the show with a lively musical number, dancing to light peppy piano music,  Following that was Mabel's impressive mind reading routine.  Gideon was a volunteer for that part of the show, to his delight and Fords chagrin.  

Together the twins pulled off a mind boggling magic show.  Rabbits were pulled out of hats, objects vanished and reappeared, the crowd cheered wildly. The smoke from Mabel's cigar had filled the tent by this point, and yet the acrid scent of it was oddly absent.  Instead of simply rising and filtering out of the top, the smoke swelled and surged almost with a mind of its own.  It seemed to collect more around whatever was being done up on the stage, but it never obscured the tricks.  Pacifica swore she once saw the smoke thicken around a prop that almost tipped over in the background and right it.

 Dipper performed an amazing sleight of hand routine with a group of audience volunteers, shocking and surprising them as he made wallets leave pockets, hats change heads, scarves leave shoulders. Then he was Mabels assistant as she ran a gamut of increasingly improbable escapes, fat blue cigar clenched tightly between her teeth..  All throughout the show, Ford grumbled, scribbling in his notebook and muttering to himself.

At last, it was time for the grande finale.  A second set of curtains at the very back of the stage opened, revealing…

“Is that a cannon?”  Pacifica squeaked

“Yes” Ford growled as his nephew climbed into the glittering blue monstrosity.

“Is that...safe?”

“That is an excellent question.”

Mabel reaches behind the cannon, lighting the fuse with her cigar before stepping back.  Smoke swirled around the cannon as the fuse burnt down.  A loud BOOM shook the tent as Dipper was launched out of the top.  Everybody, save for Mabel and Ford, jumped or screamed.  One patron fell off of his bench.

Dipper grew smaller as he soared through the sky, his outfit glowing in the moonlight.  As he disappeared with a twinkle, Mabel raised her voice above the crowd.  “And now, we watch my brother become one with his namesake, the Big Dipper!”

The crowd sat in shocked silence for a moment, before erupting into loud cheers.  Everyone got to their feet, giving a standing ovation.  Except for Ford, who just scribbled in his notebook more.

As Mabel bowed and the curtains closed, the crowd started to file out.  Gideon and Pacifica stayed on their bench, waiting for the crowd to die down before leaving.  They squealed about the show to each other, exhilarated by the spectacle they just witnessed.

“Did you see that chair levitate?”

“I can’t believe she was able to get out of that box in time!”

“It was like real magic!”

“That's because it is.”   Ford interjected, cutting off their excited ramblings.

“What”

“Really?”

Ford nodded, then started walking towards the exit, prompting the two children to follow him.  “Yes really.  I have watched every single show my niece and nephew have put on since the beginning of summer.  I didn’t want to believe it at first, but looking through my research-” he tapped his notebook with his pen “-it can only be one thing.”

“Real magic?”  Pacifica breathed in awe.  Her parents had taught her about chakra and other spiritualistic things, but she had never thought about real magic being real before.

“That is sooooo coooooool!” Gideon gushed, grabbing Pacificas arm.

“No, it is most certainly not ‘cool’”  Ford said, making air quotes  “It’s highly dangerous.  If my niece and nephew are working with what I think they’re working with, than the entire fate of the world could hang in the balance!”  Ford emphasized his speech with wild gesticulations, arms waving like a lopsided windmill  “And the worst part is, I can do nothing to stop them!  They think that everything is just some big game!  I can’t get them to tell me or Stanley anything!”

“Maybe we could help?”  Pacifica asks tentatively.  “If things are as bad as you say, it seems like you could use all the help you can get.”  She added with more confidence.

“Yeah!”  Gideon cheered, as enthusiastic as ever  “We can definitely help you out!”

“I appreciate the offer children,” Ford laughed at their antics, “but I have absolutely no idea what you could do to help me.  I’m sorry that I even told you both this honestly.  I guess I’ve just been so frustrated with everything this summer I dumped everything on the first pair of ears that I found to listen to me.”  He gives a small tight smile  “You children don't need to worry about my problems.”

“I think that the potential end of the world is everybody's problem.” Pacifica said

“Besides, we’re kids like them!”   Gideon said  “That’s gotta give us some advantage, right?”

“Hmm, I suppose you do have some valid points.  Tell you what,”  Ford bends down to the kids level “meet me at Greasy’s Diner tomorrow at seven thirty in the morning, and we’ll see what you two can do.”

“Really?!”  The children say together

“Yes really.”  Ford stands up and brushes off his knees, “Seven thirty, and not a minute later!”  He heads down a side path, and Pacifica and Gideon head off down the gravel drive together, talking in excited hushed whispers.  None of them notice that two sets of eyes were watching them from the opening of the tent.

“What did you want me to see Mabel?”  Dipper says to his sister, picking leaves and twigs out of his hair.

Mabel smiles, the smoke from her cigar spinning around her head in a dizzying halo.  Her eyes don’t leave the figure of white haired boy that's retreating down the path as she replied to her brother  “Something I want.”

[sxy-king-dice]

This was a recuest from Waldorkler. I liked drawing it! (If anyone has a recuest go ahead and ask me!)

[algernonthealpha]

Algernon's Requests - The Act

For waldorkler - I hope you like it! -- "Mabel, this is by far the worst idea you've ever had. Are you sick? Did you hit your head?" Dipper leans back in his chair and throws the other girl an unamused glare. "Oh, come on, brother! The audience will love it! Even you've been saying we need a new act!" "Why don't you use Will or something? Actually, no, don't use Will. I'll-ugh." He turns to look at her in exasperation. "Fine, I'll do it." She smiles widely and bounds up to him, ruffling his hair. He hisses as his hands fly up to fix the now-tussled look. "Thank you, Dip! I'll go set it up for tonight!" She quickly bolts off before he has the chance to change his mind and he sighs. This will not end well. Her ideas never end well, but at least it wouldn't be Will this time. It took two days to get all the glitter off the poor demon the last time. He heard soft footsteps approach the door and he turned to see soft eyes meet his own. He smiles. "William, come in." The demon shyly walks in. Just seeing the demon reminds of him why he'd rather be the victim in Mabel's insane plans. Anything for this sweet, soft creature in front of him. "S-Stanley said I can watch your show tonight." Of course. The one show. The one freakin' show. He and Mabel must be in cohorts or something. He runs his temple and sighs. Well, better make it worth it then. He looks up to see Will giving him a worried look, as if he'd said something wrong. He shakes his head and holds his hands out in front of him. The demon walks forward and takes them. "Sorry, sorry. I really am happy you can come see it tonight." He runs his thumbs over the demon's hands. "You know I love when you come see me perform." Will blushes but grins back at him. He lifts one of the hands and gently kisses the back of it. "Brother! It's all set up!" He closes his eyes in annoyance for a moment before turning to greet the girl at the door. She smirks at her brother when she drops Will's hands. The boy quickly stands, clearing his throat and looking away. "Alright, let me see it." -- The show begins the same as it always does, with elaborate magic tricks that awe the audience. It's a full house, like usual, with people cheering and hooting as the curtains are pulled back to reveal the twins with themselves bowed to the people. They raise and Dipper smiles widely as he uses a fake wand to tap against the large box they often use to store participants in. His eyes scan the crowd until they find familiar blue hair in the back of the room. Will watches him with wide, excited eyes and he feels pride swell in his chest. The show was the same as it always is until the end, where Dipper braces himself for the practiced line. "And we have a special treat for you all tonight!" Mabel's voice bounds through the room over the speakers. He takes a deep breath as one of the workers wheels the large cannon out onto the stage. He watches Mabel pull out a blue cigar and light it before taking a puff and blowing it out into the air dramatically. He clenches his jaw as he climbs into the cannon, watching Will give him a worried look. They tested this already and he powered his magic before the show, so it'll be fine. He'll just make Mabel pay for this later. He listens to the audience gasp and watch in suspense from his position in the cannon. Gears click as the cannon points to the sky. He grabs his amulet as he listens carefully to Mabel's movements. "Alright, here we go!" Mabel taps some of the cigar ashes off before lowering it to the cannon's fuse. He listens to the sizzling of the fire on the rope before whispering a spell under his breath. The cannon fires and the audience gasps as they cover their ears. The boom vibrates the ground and the tent, causing some of the empty chairs to shake and fall over. When it clears, only smoke remains floating in the air and the crowd looks at Mabel in mild horror. She smiles before walking to a box that rested near the cannon. The audience watches with baited breath as she unhooks the hinges and thrusts open the door. Dipper steps forward with his arms outstretched, smiling as the audience breaks out into an amazed roar. His eyes rest on the demon in the back whose clutching his chest in relief. He winks at him on stage, smirking when he sees the blush spread across Will's cheeks. He lived for the roars of the audience, but the only one that truly mattered was the soft demon in the back. He grinned.

[zonerobotnik]

Hot Topic (GF one-shot)

This is a request from @waldorkler, a fun little interaction between Bill and Pyronica.

Pyronica landed at the top of the volcano and stepped out of one of her red high-heels, dipping her foot into the boiling hot water. “Mmm, just right.” She took off her other heel and cape and set them to the side before sliding in up to her shoulders. She reached into the pocket of her cape and procured a small box. Then she opened it up and pulling out a purple cigar before setting the box to the side. Humming to herself, she put the cigar between her lips and brought her thumb to the tip, a small flame coming out of it. “Mmm, byeah.” “You know, you're really hard to understand with that thing in your mouth.” She looked up to see her triangle-shaped golden friend. “Hey, Bill. Care to join me?” She asked, taking the cigar from her lips and blowing a smoke ring in the air. “Ehh, I dunno. Water and my angles don't mix.” She laughed and put the cigar back in her mouth. “Zo, jange.” “Change?” He rolled his eye. “Ohh, you mean the humanoid form we all created to blend in that one time to avoid the cops?” “Gud tiiiiiiiiimes.” She gave a thumbs-up. He rolled his eye again and then glowed brightly before changing into a golden-skinned humanoid appearance dressed in gold and black suit, tie, and long coat with a brick pattern. “This better?” He asked. “No.” She smirked, taking out the cigar and playing a smoke ring at him. “You're not in the water yet.” “Did I say I wanted to?” He laughed and took off his coat. “Fine, fine. But only 'cause it's you.” She grinned and put the cigar back in her mouth as he stripped down. “Zo, whut bwings you here?” She asked, turning away and rubbing hot water on her body. “Saw you'd wandered off, wanted to see what you were up to.” She heard the sound of something submerging next to her. “Didn't want you to have fun without me.” Pyronica laughed and looked at him. “No way, ye're the Kin' of fun.” “Seriously, Ronnie, that thing is distracting.” Bill said pointedly. “'Cept when you do that.” She took it out of her mouth and blew shapes into the air. “Lighten up, Cipher.” “I just don't like having to mentally translate cigar-mouth.” Bill shrugged and brought his hands out of the water, running them through his hair. “Is that too much to ask? It's not like you need it, you're immune to nicotine addictions. You and Pacifier just both have oral fixations.” “Better than some others.” She grinned. “Like a fixation with humans.” “Please, anyone with a fixation with humans is a masochist. Those things die way too easy, even without help!” Bill threw his hands up. “Come on, people, what is even the appeal?!” “They adapt really well, so they keep changing. It's interesting, like watching rats in a maze. But,” She put out the cigar on the ground and stretched out. “I prefer to hear them scream.” “You prefer to hear everything scream. You really went all-out the last place.” Bill remarked. “All-out? Please, not even.” She shook her head. “Billy-boy, you haven't SEEN 'all-out' yet.” “Don't call me that.” Bill groaned. “So, where we gonna thrash next?” She asked, moving a bit closer to him. “I'm feeling really frisky right now.” He moved back a few paces. “Well, you're not 'thrashing' me. We'll move on to the next place after you spit out Kryptos.” “I thought you didn't like him?” She asked. “Yeah, but he is part of the team. Plus, what if you need to swallow someone else as a hostage?” He asked. “I don't take hostages.” She grinned dangerously. “Maybe I'll swallow you, huh?” “Ronnie, don't even think about it.” He said warningly. “Or what, you'll drag me into the Mindscape?” She asked playfully. “You and I both know I need to make a deal to do that and I don't make deals with demons.” He moved back a bit more. “Have you been drinking?” “Maybe a little.” She shrugged. “Well, then we'll go once you're sober. Being drunk makes you sloppy.” He climbed out and started to redress. “Oh, c'mon, Ci--” She was cut off by the ground around them starting to shake violently. “Oh, shit.” Bill sighed and snapped his fingers, his clothes appearing on him, before he changed form. “C'mon, let's get out here before--” They were too late, the volcano decided it was tired of their banter and fired into the sky, knocking them both flying. She let out a whooping laugh as she went flying and Bill let out a cry of surprise from the impact. -- After things had settled down, she flew back to the spot and sighed. “...I lost my shoes and cape.” “We'll get you a new one.” Bill suggested. “Nah, no need.” She snapped her fingers and the missing items returned in a spark of fire on her person. “Let's go thrash something.” “Let's go sober you up, first. And spit out Kryptos.” He headed back the way they'd come with her. “Mm, in a few hours. He should've known better than to play against me.” She laughed. “Crazy bitch.” Bill laughed. End