#working on drawing Mable now

[mossypidder]

Remember how I said I had Faas sketches. Well now I have a rendered and colored Faas drawing. Aren’t I fancy-

But ye, here he is with enya. He isn’t actually grumpy, he just doesn’t visually emote very much for trauma and autism reasons. I forgot to mention that Enya is a kelpie. The story takes place, as mentioned earlier, in Pennsylvania, (which had and has one of the highest Irish population densities in the US) so I was thinking that maybe kelpies were an “invasive species” since they can be dangerous and belong to the unseelie quart, and can be killed without any punishment. Enya’s mother was murdered when she was twenty months old.

Due to the traditional horse like appearance of kepies, she has horizontal pupils, (but golden eyes sort of like a frog. actually playing around with kelpies having a pollywog stage between birth, or maybe hatching, and 12-18 months. still up in the air tho) and horse legs and ears. She has fins as her ‘hair’ and tail tho.

Up until puberty hits, kelpies are physically unable to show anyone their true form, sort of like the way fawns don’t have a scent for the fist few days after birth, for safety reasons.

However Faas can see her true form because in many troll folklore, they are immune to certain types of magic, especially of the concealitory (apparently that isn’t a word but I don’t care) variety. Kelpies aren’t true shape shifters like changelings, the mask you see is nothing more than a shield of magic that tricks your brain into seeing a human, while they are still green and horsey underneath the whole time. This magic also effects photos, drawings, and mirrors and is especially strong when the person is young.

Anyway, yeah. You’re welcome for the ramble that no one asked for

[cherrygirlfriend]

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ housewife

pairing: dad!rafe x farmer's wife!reader synopsis: rafe comes home and tries to take care of reader. warnings/tags: fluff! smut! MDNI! wc: 400 a/n; i can't stop thinking about being a housewife

farmer’s wife masterlist ♡ rafe masterlist

you could tell that your husband was home from two things; the way the sound of the door banging echoed across your shared home, and the way tiny footsteps immediately ran to the front door. it had happened so much you could play the sight inside of your head like it was a movie; the five-year-old jumping into rafe's arms so happily.

"mommy!" mabel exclaimed as rafe laughed, spinning the little girl around in his arms.

"hi, maple." he chuckled, pressing a small kiss at the crown of mabel's head, "what'd you and mama learn today?"

"mama taught me math." mable rolled her eyes, "like, duhhh, five plus three is eight. everyone knows that! i'm not a baby!"

"maybe mama didn't." rafe said with widened eyes, causing mabel to snicker as he pressed another kiss on her forehead, "how about you go color something for mommy, yeah?"

"yeah!" mabel exclaimed happily, bounding back upstairs into her room. you could hear the way rafe's joints clicked as he stood up straight, and soon enough, a strong pair of arms were wrapped around you.

"so i guess i'm now an idiot, then?" you chuckled softly, leaning into rafe's touch, ignoring the vegetables you were chopping as the man pressed kisses on the column of your throat.

"guess you are." he whispered against your throat as his hand slipped into your leggings, your breath catching in your throat and your eyes fluttering shut as you felt his hands shamelessly slip into your panties, your senses filled with him.

all you could smell was the sweat on his body from working all day, all you could see inside your head was him lifting heavy things, sweating all over himself all throughout the day; you didn't really care what he actually did, but you cared about how... primal it made you feel.

"we shouldn't be doing this..." you mumbled, yet your hips rolled along with the rolls the man kept drawing on your clit.

"i'm not doing anything." rafe grinned against your skin, causing goosebumps to erupt all over you, "just greeting my wife." he grinned, his free hand grasping yours and bringing it to his mouth and pressing a kiss on it, "hello." he mumbled, making you chuckle.

then, mabel's voice interrupted it, calling out "daddy! i wanna show you my drawing." making rafe chuckle, pressing a quick kiss on your cheek as he withdrew his fingers from your panties, making you whine.

"duty calls. but later tonight..." he grinned, making you roll your eyes as he winked, walking away.

[tosya-quartz]

Hello *gives you my baby*

Gongdao Hou (侯龚道, Hóu Gōngdào) is a young person who tries to live as best she can. Calm, friendly, although she doesn't see much interest in social interactions with anyone other than acquaintances (the same group of idiots in the form of Leon, Jae and Teo or her colleagues from work), moderately trusting, not without humor, but sometimes does not quite understand what is expected of her, and at such moments you have to explain everything to her five times until her brain fully processes the information. She often likes to immerse herself in thoughts, and in her pocket there is always her favorite bag of mables with a simply delightfully smooth and calming texture, which sometimes help to calm down during flashbacks after some events in the past! Don't get too hung up on her behaviour, or if she silently stares at you, or her "weird" antics, like why take everything seriously if it's clear that you're making a subtle joke?.. I swear, she really tries to live like everyone else..

My little AuDHD baby with C-PTSD 🤲😞❤‍🔥💓

I'll tell you more about her some other time, right now I need to recover after 20 and a half hours of drawing her sprite in the Sai's art style..... 💥

And some arts from my dear @lianella-artist !! <3

the quote from the 4th picture is actually from this song:

[icantbotherwithusernames]

I would love to hear more about your Mabel Chaos AU! I can see the chaotic neutral of it all, but I’m curious what the plot is, if you’re willing to share? :)

okay i REALLY did not expect anyone to care, so waking up with several asks in my inbox was actually insane. my dream of people wanting to hear me yap came true! thank you, actually.

anyways; this au is really just me wanting to play around with Bill’s whole “Mabel is chaotic and could help me” idea he expressed several times. it’s probabaly somehow illogical, but it’s because i just really wanted to draw some evil mabel. except she’s not actually evil.

This might be way too long, and be a bit crappy and badly written. but let’s go.

Suring Sock Opera, Bill decides to Decieve Mabel instead of Dipper. he comes into her dreams and tells her that he could help her with her puppet show. also that Dipper has been very unhelpful to her, and that Bill didn’t mean to hurt them during ‘Dreamscaperers’. He was just following orders. See? he’s a trustworthy guy!

Mabel, in her good-hearted nature, decides to give Bill another chance. Bill tells her to take Dipper’s computer and journal and destroy them, but Mabel refuses, and tells him he’s acting very suspiciously.

Bill, already tired of her shit, tells her to go into the basement. When she follows him, she sees Stan working on the portal. Mabel’s very confused by that, and Bill feeds into her confusion by saying that her family might not be the most trustworthy people there are.

stan leaves, and Bill humors Mabel and tells her what this is. Mabel wants to uphold her end of the deal somehow, and tries to fix the portal. it doesn’t work, of course, but from the small amount of radiation and weirdness (and Bill being there) a rift - like in ‘Don’t Dimention It’ - opens. Mable falls into it, to her and Bill’s surprise. He just wanted her to destroy the journal!

Mabel sees Bill sitting on his nightmarish throne. She starts yelling at how Bill betrayed his deal, and how she shouldn’t have ever trusted him. Bill defends himself with “WHY WOULD I EVER WANT YOU TO COME HERE? TELL ME A REASON, SHOOTING STAR. I JUST WANTED YOU TO HELP ME WITH THE JOURNALS, AND NOW I DONT HAVE THEM, THE PORTAL, OR A FUNCTIONING VESSEL TO HELP ME WITH THEM.”

He tells her the portal was meant as an escape from here. Mabel hears all of that, and hears that the nightmare dimention is soon to crumble, and thinks that, well, they have the same goal. A henchmaniac whispers something in Bill’s ‘ear’, and Bill realizes that he just found a possible ally that is young, impressionable, and most importantly - capable of chaos. Bill strikes up another deal with Mabel, who realizes she probabaly doesn’t have a way out of here alone. A deal saying that she will just stay here and help Bill sometimes, and he will get her out of this nightmare. Mabel agrees immediately.

Mabel becomes part of the team, and she gets along pretty well with everyone! She tries her best to be on good terms with anyone she can, but Hectorgon is still very skeptical of a random kid. Mabel gets along the best with Bill (who is somewhat of a guidance to her, sadly) and with Pyronica. Mabel really likes talking about girl stuff, and Pyronica is happy there’s finally another girl on the team (that she can see). Pyronica even makes Mabel a weapon, which are basically a bunch of needles that are on fire. i might change that in the future if i get a better idea.

They all call her Shooting Star instead, but Mabel doesn’t mind, a cool nickname is a cool nickname.

Mabel originally isn’t very keen on the destructive chaos and violence of the other henchmaniacs, but with time she gets used to it, and sometimes even goes on missions by herself. She definitely still can’t handle intense violence and murder, but she’s immune to lesser evils.

Mabel gets noticed by Ford a couple of times, mainly on wanted posters, and he is very distressed at seeing not only a human child, but a human child in Bill’s team.

On earth, Dipper wakes up and realizes that Mabel in nowhere to be seen. Everyone searches for her everywhere, but it’s like all traces of her disappeared. Dipper’s parents arrive, but Dipper refuses to come back home with them. Later, Stan goes back to the portal, and sees that it has been tampered with, but more importantly, a headband lying on the ground (definitely not a reference to Ford’s lost glasses after he falls into the portal). Stan originally doesn’t want to tell anyone what he thinks happens. it’s not like he’s even sure how the portal got turned on and worked! But with time a smaller in scale ‘Not What He Seems’ happens, with Wendy this time, and Ford comes out of the portal.

Everything gets cleared up, but Ford can’t answer dipper’s question about where’s Mabel. He tells Dipper that she might be working with Bill, but he can’t be sure. Dipper is devastated.

Most episodes happen the same way, but there’s a bigger rift between Ford&Dipper and Stan. Some stuff - like the protection of the shack during ‘The Last Mabelcorn’ - doesn’t happen at all.

I’m not 100% sure how weirdmaggedon happens, but it’s along the lines of Stan refusing Dipper to go help ford with the space glue, Bill communicating with Dipper in his dreams, and Dipper wanting to stick it up to stan, but the rift opens, and Weirdmaggedon begins.

i haven’t made up what happens there yet, or how it ends, but i do know Dipper and Mabel are gonna meet again.

WHOO, i’m done. this was way too long, but i did say i could yap about this for hours. this is the shortest i can make it. sorry y’all. I hope this was engaging enough lol

[wolfstarr-the-sequel]

Phineas And Ferb - Gravity Falls Crossover rambles

So like Phineas and Mable are both yappers and very creative so they'd get along really well.

And I can imagine Isabella getting all like jelly but like Mable would probably be oblivious to it to a degree and try to befriend Isabella

And like once Mable realizes that Izzy is Jelly she'd be like "You think I like like him? Well he is pretty fun. But his brother is so quiet and mysterious. I MUST KNOW HIS SECRETS!"

And then Mable would like totally be like "Ohh what if we have like a double wedding! That would be so cool! Double cakes! Double the bridesmaids! Double the everything"

I can also see aa plot point where Mable joins the fireside girls and she'd knit her own sash and one of them would be like "Looks like someone already earned their knitting badge"

Now dip dop will be paired with the titular brothers and dubbed a "Nerdy Dweeb" by Buford who then clarifies that Baljeet is a "Super nerd" and Irving as a "Creepy nerd"

Now at the end of lost legends, Dip has aa journal of his own that he writes in. So when he catches on to P&F's inventions disappearing he writes down the phenomena down as well as any other odd supernatural thing they find like the giant floating baby head and klimploon

Candice will try to use this as evidence but mom just goes "Awe what cute little drawings, You'd make a great author". Now Dipper would normally argue that it IS real but the idea of being an author like Ford gets him so excited that the idea of arguing had just left his brain

Candice meets Wendy and has a whole subplot about her trying to be cool but like its clear that Candice is trying a lil too hard. Then at the end she'd tell Wendy that she was just trying to be cool like her. But then someone (Maybe like Jeremy) would but in and list all of the things that make her cool. And Wendy would be like "Woah you wrestled an Alligator?! That's cool as heck dude!"

I can see Soos being totally chill and like even helping the kids build and find materials. Like he wouldn't question it because he's been working at the shack since he was a wee lad so kids that age building stuff is just the norm to him

and in the golf cart fixin. it with Soos short it is confirmed that he knows how to get his hands on illegal building materials

Waddles accidentally falling into Perry's lair and monogram is just like "Carl! You didn't tell me that the trainee was arriving this early" And he'd be called agent P as well because he's a pig. And Waddles somehow takes down doof who probably plans on turning all the food into carmel apples and complains how sticky it is and how it gets stuck on his teeth

Ferb cheekily hitting Lil Gideon with like a shirt canon or something

Wendy's friend group totally hanging out with Candice and her friends and doing teen things. Like hanging out at the mall which will later be shoplifted from and have spray painted muffins on the side

Robbie's ego will NOT let him enjoy the inventions because if he perceived a middle schooler as a threat then a gaggle of them are diffidently cooler than him must be terrifying

[insert joke about bill being phineas's real dad here]

Dipper's status eventually gets upgraded to "Cool Nerd" by Buford because the guy is more powerful than he looks like the little dude captured a giant best that shows you your worse fears if you look into its eyes and trained with manitours

2 Nerd and #4 Muscle. The first 3 in the muscle category are Ferb, Izzy, and Buford. I will not disclose the order

Since Mable makes friends so easily I can imagine Dipper being real awkward when he finally manages to make friends who are his age

And then it DIPPER who's having the annoying all nighter sleepovers

Ferb somehow being a very immersive D,D& more D dungeon master

I can only imagine the grunkles being in the episode if it takes place in gravity falls, at leaast as a major character. Maybe the Grunks getting into an argument with doof on the street or something. Maybe stan scams him and gives doof his revenge plot for the episode

"Why is everyone singing?" "I don't know, but I like it"

Mable getting really hyped and excited when Jeremy and Candice do something cute because #coplegoals

[vlassk]

KEEPER

Pt3

A/n soo im going to make a small change to reader from now on, Reader is going to be able to see the supernatural!! I got the idea to change the story from  frogbee_studios on Tiktok. I also just thought it would spice things up and make this a more long term story. Okok Buy gold byeeeee

After learning of Stanleys past with Ford y/n, she decided she wouldn't be getting close to the twin. But I find it difficult as Ford is just so damn cute

Warning: age gap, angst, 18+ later on. Swearing. Pervy Ford(lmk if i missed any) not proofread as i no no wanna, blood/slight gore.

You wake up that morning bright and early. You sneak to the bathroom to get freshened up. Leaving the room with your clothes and hair still messed up from bed. In a tired haze, you walk down the hall to your room. Halfway through, you hear a small squeak of the floor. You quickly turn to look towards the sound. Only to see an awkward red-faced Ford trying to quietly step back down the stares. A small smile plants itself on your face. 

  "Hey, stanford. Did you need something?"

"I was..i was going to get uh..something"  he stammers rubbing the back of his neck. You see that hes staring at the floor

 You move to the side 

"Well, go on" 

He looks up at you, surprised, slowly going up the stairs and walking towards you. You watch the tall man walk by, him still avoiding eye contact. You raise an eyebrow watching him. 

 He stops by a walls board. Knocking on it to bring out the panel. He takes a small book put, putting it away in his pant pocket. His normal coat wasn't being worn. He turns back around to walk away 

"Whats that?" You step in the way, Ford accidentally bumping into you. You feel as his body stiffens as he takes a step back.

It's uh..another small journal. It's where i kept my random drawings away from my work. I knew it was still there. " he takes the book out his pocket. Opening up so you could see his random doodles and sketches.

  "Hmm, how cool." You lean in closer, seeing as he skims through pages. He looks down at you. Looking at your messy hair. The shirt falls off your shoulders. He looks past, seeing a little bit of your chest down your shirt. His face feels warmer as his eyes undress you. 

   "Even your doodles are beautiful.." You smile. I'm looking up at Ford. His face red looking at you. You look down at yourself, realizing the mess you are, quickly turning around and covering yourself up. You hear Ford chuckle 

  "Get dressed and meet me downstairs?" You look up at Ford. A small nod as you run into your room, shutting the door. You get excited at his ability to stay calm in front of you.Ford leans against the wall. Dragging his hands across his face. He starts walking down the stairs, his heart racing. He watches the kids flick a light on and off. No light is turning on.

   "Grunkle Ford!" Mable yells. She runs up to him 

"The light broke" she points up.  Ford pats her head going over the look at the light.  

  "Can you fix it? We can't find Grunkle Stan" ford agrees. Going into the basement to get working. 

  You go downstairs after a while. The embarrassment you felt made you wait longer. As you step downstairs, you see a tired Stan walk in and Ford standing on a chair to screw in a lightbulb. The kids cheer, calling him a hero. He steps down, looking at you. Giving you a smile. Stan hits him slightly as he walks to the next room. You walk towards Ford, patting his back. 

"Good job 'Hero'" You laugh with air quotes, heading towards the basement. 

"I'm just helping the kids," Ford laughs as well as following you. You hear that the mayor died but continue on. 

  You both start working. Hours passing by dipper stopped in at some point taking a tie, you didnt pay much attention as you focused on your work. Making blueprints for new inventions. Ford leans back, stretching his arms. He looks towards you. You sit up, grasping at your shoulders and neck in pain. Only to go back to the work. Ford sighs. Standing up and walking towards you. I'm leaning over behind you. Capturing you between him. You jump at the close contact. Your face red from under him.  You choose to ignore it and keep working. He watches you delighted at how efficient and fast your work is. The designs are clean but strong in support.  You feel Ford lean up. You relax your body when you feel his hands on your shoulders. 

  "What are you doing, Ford?" you ask, trying to turn to see him. 

"Helping my helper," he chuckles again. Starting to massage your shoulders. Your arms go limp as you lean your head back. Pressing it against him.  

 "Why are you doing this?" you ask. I'm trying not to groan.

"I see you diving deep into my bad habits. I only wish someone would have done this for me when i was stressed or overworking myself. I've noticed some things you do." He notices just how stressed you were. With bill and all the chaos along with working with him and Stan. 

"What things i do?"

"Stare off in one direction. On the street, i see you look over to the other side of the road only to smile at nothing.  What's up with that?"

"None of your buisness nerd" you lean back.

"I won't pry."

He let you relax. I'm looking down at you every so often. At some point, he looks down, and you're asleep. Head leaned back against his soft sweater. Ford stops. Only to pick you up,  he thinks about what to do, walking towards his makeshift bed and laying you down. He covers you with his coat, watching as you snuggle with a sleeve. He stands there for a minute. Watching you sleep. How beautiful you were. The way your hair falls across your face. He leans down, pushing the hair away. 

   As you dream you can only think of Ford. The man you once hated to sorta liked to now dreaming about. As much as the dream was cryptic and weird, you enjoyed seeing him.  Before you had slept, you imagined how his hands would feel other places. You quickly changed thoughts only to revert back to thinking about the morning. How he looked down at you. What was he staring at..you? Your body? You felt warm and safe, waking up after a bit to see Ford next to you. Leaning against the bottom of the couch sleeping himself. Papers and books surrounding him.  You knew Ford had some type of feelings towards you. At least basic attraction. The accidents you both would have where his face ended up as red as his sweater. Or when he'd cover himself in some way so you wouldn't see the tent in his pants. 

  You liked making him blush, but you knew he could do the same to you if he truly wanted. He'd stare and look, undressing you with his eyes. You sat up looking at the sleeping man moving his coat aside as you switched sides hoving above him.  You get the coat and place it softly on Ford. Getting up to move in front of him, you slowly take off his glasses, placing it down beside him. You move to get up again, your hand being grabbed, you look down seeing Ford awake. 

  "I'm sorry, i didn't want to wake you"

Ford looks down to see his coat covering him, looking back at you. 

"I-its fine," he turns his head away. Picking the glasses back up and wearing them. You step away, making sure not to step on anything. Ford stands up, stretching and walking to the lab. 

 "Hey, thanks for the massage. It knocked me out, i guess i just enjoyed it a lot. "  You push out a soft laugh. He rubs his neck. 

"You okay?" 

"I'm fine, just hot and tired," Ford sighs, moving the coat off of him and onto the bed.He pulls on his sweater collar. You lift your hand to him, helping him up.  

  "Guess you look a little hot.." You look around the man. He freezes at your words. 

"No, like, i mean warm, not hot. I'm not saying you aren't hot. But that's inappropriate for right now..." You freak out for a moment, finally being the one to go red. 

 You watch Ford tiredly chuckle. A light pink blush on his face. He extends his hand to your cheek, caressing it. 

"Inappropriate for right now?" Ford leans closer to you. Your faces inches from each other. Your face turns more and more red. You turn away, pushing the old man away softly.

"You dumb perv..." 

"It's that what you think i am y/n"

".... shut up, Stanford. Your brother would kill me if i actually let you make a move on me. "You roll your eyes, turning around. 

"Hmm, you think I've been making moves" Ford grabs you turning you to look at him

"I guess not, you haven't even asked me to dinner..."  You look down, not wanting to embarrass yourself even more. 

 "So let's go," Ford stares at you intensely 

"What no way," you shake your head. Still in between his arms 

"Why not?" he raises a brow. 

"Because you're an egocentric jerk, remember, because im not supposed to like you, or trust you..."

 Ford cocks his head to the side for a second a tisk sound escaping his lips. 

  "Fair enough, what if we go out to dinner forrrr science?" He drags into the word. There was almost a shine in his eyes at science. 

 "Haha, what?" 

Ford lets you go. Putting his hand on his chin

"Yeah, for science. I'd like to ask you a few questions. For science" 

"But stan-"

"Dont worry about my brother. They are all out and about remember "

"Fine but no dinner... Let's go to the towns museum?"

"We have that?"

"Well, it's more like our library with donated art pieces and items for the kids. We dont get many" 

"Okay, it's funny though you suggested i take you for dinner"

"Shut up, Ford.." You begin to walk upstairs. 

"I'm going to get cleaned up," Ford stares at you, walking away. I'm looking at all your features again. As he hears the door shut, he throws his arms up, flailing around like a happy kid. He stops to calm himself. I'm going to get ready himself. 

   Stan had said to keep away many times since he's gotten home. And it hasnt even been that long. Where are you special in some specific way? Maybe he was just as needy and had a thing for you.. no.. what was it.  Hed keeps diarys and other journals that would stay out of his main journals about all the people he'd meet in specifics. For you, he'd always make note of every time you look off somewhere or at something behind you. At first, he thought it was a bill, but he never saw the glowing flash of yellow eyes.  

He hurried to freshen up as well. He walked up the stairs seeing you walk down from the other stairs. 

"Stanford..." You look at the man as you grab your bag from a table. 

"Y/n, shall we?" 

You nod as you both head out. Walking to thr near by library. Ford watches you while you both walk. He sees your head turn across the street, a small smile on your lips

  "What are you smiling at"

"Just the beauty of this town" as you were smiling at road kill or a fallen tree. Hed see you stiffin' at road stops all the way to the library. You both walk in and go look for coffee  knowing there's a decent coffee maker somewhere.  You both find a book and sit down. 

"So...y/n what brings you here to Gravity Falls?"

" Hmm... the opportunities"

"Like"

"No, no,  I'm still having my wall up. You can have that... totally ugly dumb face, and I'll still have them, " you say, crossing your arms. Ford rolls his eyes at your stubbornness. 

"What about family huh. Where are they?"

"A few towns over... they, they wouldn't like me being here"

 Ford and you continue the conversation. Delving deeper into the paranormal talk. Talking about cryptids and ghouls when you both were young. Ford sees you turn your head following something.

"See...what is that?" 

"I dont know what you are talking about," you turn away. Ford leans forward to grab your chin, making you face him 

"Ford?!"

"Shh," as he shushes you, he turns your head. Looking into your eyes. 

"Where is this weird confidence coming from?" You swat his hand away as he leans back. You try hiding the blushing. 

" i just get confident around my work.. and you happen to work with me." He looked around the room as he spoke. Ford looks back at you, waiting for an answer. You roll your eyes and sigh

"Fine," you lean forward.

"I see dead people.." 

Ford almost spits out his coffee, not expecting what you said. You laugh a little at the reaction. 

"What? How explain what ritual or spell you use"

"No, no,  no spell, no rituals. I was just born this way. I see demons. Ghosts, ghouls, sometimes being from different dimentions..." You go on,  but that end note catches fords attention. He leans forward, grabbing your hand.

"You must let me experiment on you"

"What ford?- i knew  Stanley was right... i shouldn't have got to this point. "You whisper the last bit as you stand up and walk to where you took your book. Ford quickly follows

"What. What did i do?"

"Be an ass that's what you did"

Ford thinks for a second, leaning on a random table 

"Did i scare you off?" He asks.

"I dont see how." You raise an eyebrow 

"Interesting.." 

You only hear him as you hear a creaking sound. You look down some books to see a ghostly form. Its body bloodied and riped apart. You scratch your arm with a small smile..

Ford follows your eyes. Seeing nothing.

"New neck exercise?" Ford laughs.

"Uhh yeah, it's uh. Ya know all the leaning down. Uh, but i have a question for you"

"You never have any questions for me. You never answered mine till today. Quick thing. If you Ask. I ask how that? We make it even" you see Ford Smirk.

"Fine, what's your question.."

"How many college professors does it take to screw in a light bulb. Just kidding, dont answer that - my question is,  do you claim to have supernatural powers?"

"Define... supernatural" you fold your arms again, leaning on the shelves. Fords face lights up

"Ahh... now we are getting somewhere, " Ford stands up, walking over to you. 

"Are you connected to the supernatural?"

"Im not sure...it feels like it sometimes.." You look away.

"So does that mea-"

"That's it, Stanford. You're cut off"

He rolls his eyes. Stepping back into the table he was at before. 

"If there was a way to disconnect yourself to the spirit world, how would you do it?" You say, looking back to the hall.

Ford smiles, his face lighting up. 

"Why would you want to? You get to see what i want to see naturally"

"Because Ford. You're not the one who gets to look at Mr. I got murdered by some scissor welding idiot over there." You nudge to the hall. Ford sees you wave awkwardly. You both go back to talking and laughing somewhat normally. 

   You both get more coffee, continuing to work at the small library, looking at cool paintings and sculptures when your legs get restless. After a while, you both packed up your things and left. Going back home to a disappointed stan and the children trying to make him feel better. They tell you both about their day and how Stan was running for mayor. 

   You all have dinner. Ford is telling you to follow once you're done as he walks to the basement. You turn to see stans eyebrow raised. I'm looking for the kids who ran off to play and read a while ago. 

   "Whats up Stanley.." you sigh putting your fork down.

" You've been hanging out with Ford a lot."  Stanley looks at you. 

"Yes, i have. Work is work"

"Was today work? Going out to who knows where, " he points at you with the fork.

"We went to the library stan...had the talk.."

"See, the library is boring but the talk?! Y/n you're old enough to not need The Talk, " Stan leans forward. Watching as you choke on your food

"By the Gods Stanley not THAT talk im talking about thheeeee talk" you point to yourself as you drag out the words. Stan thinks for a second, then uncovers his mouth. 

"What? Why? Urg, he's just going to use you now!"

"Like you use me for my labor.."

"But i pay you," stan smiles, You nod your head, agreeing. 

"Trust me stan. I'll be safe. Nothing is worse than looking at dead people all day. " You stand up, taking both of your plates. I'm going to wash them. 

"Y/n..." stan walks up to you. Putting his hat down. 

"Y/n he Likes you..i can tell that nerds got no skill with women it seeps out of him like a-" you cover the Mans mouth. Your eyebrows furrowed.

  "No, he doesn't." stan moves your hand away

"Dont be nieve. Geez y/n, he's going to use you for what you see and toss you away. Just like Fiddleford, " stan watches you, turning away from you to get away. 

"You know how he is now, and THAT is because of my brother, i love my brother. Fuck i wasted 30 years trying to get him back but i care for you. And i never want to see you hurt or end up like Fidds.." stan picks his hat up walking away. You turn around looking to go back upstairs to your room or downstairs with Ford. You place your face in your hands. Brushing your hair back then walking towards the Vending machine putting in the code and going downstairs. As you walk down the stairs you think on what stan says. You cant like ford it would Crush Stanley. Ford cant like you it would Kill Stanley. You know this is wrong, but you dont want to stop. 

   "Oh y/n. I didn't think you would work." You see, as Ford hangs his coat up. 

 "Pretty cool, my brother would have been Mayor right, haha. I guess i would have...hes still using my name, " Ford laughs. You scratch the back of your neck. Not replying. Ford takes it as you're tired. As he goes to keep working at his desk. 

"I've got some work for you to check? See if it's compatible?" He hears you tusle around, going to sit down. You both work for hours. Taking breaks to talk about Dd&md in his room. Only to keep working in the room. His couch was large enough. Sometimes, you'd take breaks laying on one end and watching Ford work. 

Eventually, you both fall asleep, Ford laying in the middle, and you are on the L curve side. You wake up slightly. Seeing as he twitches in his sleep. You crawl to him.  Holding his head on your lap and hands. He quickly shoots up, adjusting his glasses. You jump back, almost being but by him.  

 "Hes back...y/n hes back we have to warn the others" 

   Ford sits up, telling you about his dream. You're surprised you didn't see anything, but once the sun comes up and you both hear rustling around the house. Ford runs upstairs calling a family meeting. Ford finally decides to question the kids on Bill. He knew Dipper had interactions with him but nothing more. Dipper goes on as they talk. Ford telling them about a way to Bill Proof the house. Mable runs off calling her girlfriends. Dipper follows you both into the basement. He shows you his secret study. He begins to bill proof of Dippers' mind.  Ford hesitantly shows you the rift, explaining how it works and the severity of it all. 

"How do we keep Bill out of our minds?" Dipper looks up at Ford

"Well there are a lot of ways ive personally had a metal plate installed in my head"

"Haha, good one" 

You sigh and walk towards Ford. Knocking on his head as a metal sound clink. Dipper coughs in response.  Ford scans his thoughts. As you both help, dipper strengthens his mind.  After hours, you and Ford fall asleep. You at the bottom of the stairs and Ford on his chair.  As Dipper puts the helmet in Ford, you wake up from the noise. Seeing all of fords thoughts play on the screen.  Images pass as you slowly walk to the screen, dipper noticing and letting you stay. An imagine if sleepy you pop's up, you quickly cover Dippers eyes and ears 

"Hey, what's going on"

"You can't see this kid"

 You unblock his view when the memory passes, seeing Ford shake hands with Bill.  

"Ford and bill?"

You both turn to see Ford standing up and walking towards you both

"You shouldn't have done that." he gets closer, throwing the helmet off and knocking the fabric on the walls down. Showing the shrine of Bill. You gasp in shock.  Pushing the boot behind you as you shield him.  Dipper questions Ford, grabbing the rift and almost dropping it.

"Y/n, move out the way. And dipper hand me the rift. Now, boy!"

"Why were you really scanning my thoughts? Are you bill rignt now? " Dipper grabs the memory eraser gun now pushing you behind him. Shouting at Ford. Your confusion grows, not knowing who to trust.

  "Calm down both of you"

You both walk into a corner. Dipper holding the gun up 

"Y/n i thought you trusted me?"

"Its me its your uncle dipper "

Dipper shoots at Ford, having an arm to protect you. The beam hits his glasses, bouncing around as it hits the monitor, breaking it. Ford picks dipper up in the air. As he flails around. You quickly grab the gun, pointing it at Ford 

"Look ,look . Look at my eyes!" Ford adjusts his glasses, making his eyes visible. You dont see what you saw in dipper. You didn't see Fords ghostly body hovering as Bill controlled him.  Finally, you drop the gun slowly, kicking it away.

Dipper apologizes, and so does Ford. He explains to you both about everything with the bill.  Their friendship and everything with it. The full story includes the portal. And everything with Fidds. You all go back upstairs. You kept quiet about everything. Letting the boys talk as you thought about it all. 

"Ah, I'm still so embarrassed about earlier. I'm such an idiot. "

" From now on, no more secrets between us, we aren't the first two idiots to be tricked by bill, but if we work together, we could be the last,"  dipper sips his soda. 

Mable runs in slamming unicorn hair on the table. Beaten up and covered in a rainbow glitterly liquid. You laugh at the girls' success. I am slightly wishing you went along with them. Dipper and Ford finish the shield.  You stay inside watching them from the windows.  

When Dipper comes back inside, he runs straight to his sister. Ford walks towards you, sitting at a table. 

  "...y/n...."Ford sits down awkwardly. Waiting for anything. 

"I'm sorry... im so sorry, Ford. i didn't know. i knew you weren't a bill but a room? To Him! Stanford, you know what that looks like, right?"  You yell at the man. He looks away ashamed. 

" You trust me, don't you?" He asked, still looking away. You sigh, looking at all the triangle shapes in the home. Ford looks at you once he notices the silence. 

"I know you never really did trust me. But i was hoping you would someday... i just hope this doesn't push you back." Ford gets up to leave. Letting him go to the exit of the kitchen 

"I trust you, Stanford. I just don't understand the secrecy. " You shake your head in your hands. Looking out the window at the passing spirits. You hear Ford sigh and walk away

"Also nice dreams, Ford." You laugh hearing him choke before shutting the vending machine

[cowgurrrl]

It Ain't Me Babe

Pairing: Joel Miller x fem!reader

Author’s note: A holiday present from me to you ❣️

Summary: Ellie’s first art club meeting [2.8k]

Warnings: creative insecurity, mentions of financial instability, teacher things, Ellie talking about Sarah, more flirty flirt, I think that’s it??

Nothing has ever been as annoying or guilt-inducing as an unfinished piece of art. Sure, every artist— no matter the medium— has felt like an uncreative, unoriginal hack, but it still feels just as new as it did the first time. Moonlight streams through your window as you glare at the canvas, hoping for an idea or stroke of genius. It's late. You should be in bed, especially since it's a Sunday night and you spent your weekend working at the bar down the street. But you're holding a paintbrush between stained fingers and praying for a miracle. It's been eight months since you last sold a piece for a whopping $200, chump change when it comes to living in Austin these days. Even with two jobs and doing commission work, you're living paycheck to paycheck. Maybe that's why it's so hard to create? That has to be the reason. You don't remember it being this hard when you were younger.

Creating art was the only thing that brought you solace during your teenage years. It didn't matter if it was drawing, pottery, painting, sculpting. All that mattered was that you were doing it and you were good. You won awards, scholarships, and attention. Your art teacher, Ms. Henry, was a godsend. Grey-haired, glasses-wearing, colorful Ms. Henry glided through lessons and projects like it was second nature. She always had pencils in her hair, a mug in her hands, and a kind word on her lips when you entered her classroom. She's the one who pushed you to go to your artsy liberal arts college full of people richer and better than you. Even with her love and support, you struggled and almost dropped out after that first semester. 

"There's always someone better," she told you when you ended up crying across from her in a coffee shop. "But there's nobody in the world who can make what you will because there is and never will be another you. I mean, God, what a gift. I'd hate to see you waste it." That sobered you enough to keep going and eventually pursue a teaching certification. Ms. Henry has since retired to the Pacific Northwest with her wife, Mable, and sends you a postcard every once in a while because she believes smartphones will be the downfall of civilization. After so many years in education, you're ready to agree with her. 

You sigh, feeling your motivation fluttering away with your breath, and plop your paintbrush down in the cup engraved with the words "DO NOT DRINK" in bold. The canvas doesn't look like much of anything right now— just a mass of colors and shapes that could potentially pass as an abstract version of a landscape. It looks like the other painting you left at the school to work on when you have time. And the painting before that. And the one before that. You curse at exactly the same time your phone buzzes with a text. 

You awake?

You don't bother responding and go straight to FaceTiming her. She picks up on the second ring, her beautiful, round face greeting you with a smile. You met Andie during high school, and her effortlessly cool attitude and bulky violin kit quickly became a part of your heart. You two were inseparable all four years of high school, dividing your time between rehearsals and time spent in the studio, but college took you to art school and her to a prestigious orchestra program in Vienna. She's been there ever since graduation, playing for diplomats and royals alike, but she comes home for holidays, and you've been trying to save money to go see her. Being so far from her is hard, but you make it work. 

"Why are you awake?" You ask by way of a greeting, more than accustomed to your seven-hour time difference and her early riser habits. She laughs, and you hear a tea kettle whistle in the background. 

"Well, hello to you, too," she says. "I have rehearsals all day today, so I got an early start. Why are you awake?"

"I'm staring at my waking nightmare." 

"Oh, God, are you having another spiral?" 

"I'm a hack."

"You're an artist."

"I got rejected again this weekend," you say as if to prove your point, and she sucks her teeth. "They said my art didn't fit their vision for their exhibition, but to feel free and submit another time."

"Well, they must not know great art when they see it. There will be another exhibition and another chance for you to show off your amazing skills. And when you get accepted, which I know you will, I'll fly in, and we'll drink fancy champagne and talk shit the entire opening night." She says, and you sigh. Her persistent optimism is one of the things you love about her, but sometimes, all you want to do is sulk. 

"Or I could fly to you when your first composition gets performed, and we could do all those things in Austria instead of this shithole."

"Hey, some of us like that shithole."

"Some of us haven't lived in the shithole in ten years." 

"Touche," she concedes. "But I'm serious about what I said. You're a good artist, just going through a little bump in the road. One day, we'll be really sexy and successful, and we'll look back at this and laugh with our rich spouses while drinking expensive wine."

"One day," you say, smiling. "How are rehearsals going?" She groans at the question, and you laugh. Whenever you talk to her, she's working on a new show or with a new conductor and always has something to say. There are many things you could call your best friend, but lazy is not one of them.

"I feel like we're stuck on this one part, but the conductor won't listen to me. He says he knows better than I do, which might be true, but also, if he just listened to me, then we can move on. I don't know. I'm sure if I poke him enough, he'll have to listen to me."

"Sounds reasonable." 

"That's what I'm saying," she says as she shuffles her coffee mug and breakfast to her dining room table before checking the time. "It's midnight there. Don't you have school tomorrow?" She asks, and you sigh.

"And an early morning staff meeting and art club after school." 

"Sometimes, I worry about your mental health." She says, and you laugh a little too deliriously to prove her wrong. You stay up talking with her for a while before finally getting hit with a wave of fatigue and crashing into bed. 

The next day is not any less hectic than your weekend was. The staff meeting early in the morning is mind-numbing and completely unnecessary. The printer in the teacher's lounge breaks halfway through a heavy-duty print job, and you're left scrambling for new activities and lessons. Not only that, but your students were more out of control than usual, prompting a veteran teacher to come in and scold your class on your behalf. It would be kind if it didn't make you feel two inches tall and your students didn't look at you like you betrayed them. You spend your planning period indulging in the silence of your empty classroom and fighting off a migraine. 

The second the final bell sounds, your art club kids are knocking down your door, more than ready to work on their projects for the winter showcase. The winter showcase is hosted by a local art gallery that opens for submissions from students every fall. If a student's work is taken, it gets shown in the gallery, and they get entered into a prize to win money and a chance to paint a mural downtown. It's a big deal. So far, you haven't had a student win first place, but you've had them get very close. You always assure them you're proud of them no matter what, which is especially true when Ellie slinks into your classroom with a shy smile.

"Hey! We're just setting up supplies to work on stuff for the showcase. Do you have something to work on?" You ask, gesturing to the students working around the room in a buzz. 

"I think so. Are you gonna play music?" 

"Who do you think I am?" You make a face, and she laughs. "Why don't you find a spot and get comfortable while I queue up a playlist?" She hesitates for a second before she takes a deep breath and musters up the courage to approach another student to ask if she can sit with them. They start chatting easily, and her shoulders relax as she gets more and more comfortable with all the new people. You put on a random playlist and move around the room to answer any questions about colors or give an opinion when asked for one. Over the course of an hour, Ellie makes her own little group of friends, and they all talk as if they've known each other forever as they work. She seems so in her own element, and you can't fight the pride beaming in your chest. Okay, so maybe your job can be pretty cool sometimes. Not fame and fortune cool or traveling overseas cool, but cool nevertheless.

Students gradually start packing up their things and leaving when they get texts from impatient parents in the parking lot or close to dinner time, but Ellie stays behind, bobbing her head to a beat or bouncing her knee under the table. She's the only one left in the classroom when you start packing your stuff and preparing the room for the next day. "You've got a ride home, honey?" You ask, and she glances nervously between you and her phone.

"Yeah. My dad should be here soon." She says. 

"Alright, well, I've gotta lock up here, but I'll wait outside with you until he gets here."

"Oh, you don't have to do that."

"It'd make me feel better knowing you weren't left behind. Plus, I'm the adult responsible for you until he picks you up, so it's kinda illegal for me to just leave you here." You say, and she looks hesitant again but nods. Together, you walk out of the classroom and through the empty hallways until you get out to the scorching September afternoon. You stand outside in silence for a few seconds, taking in the sunset, before you turn to look at her.

"How'd you like the club?" You ask. 

"It was fun! I met lots of cool people."

"I told you, kid. You just needed to give it a chance."

"I know, I know," she rolls her eyes, and you smile. "Thank you for pushing me to go. I don't think I would've gone without you." She's so genuine and kind in her tone that it throws you off-kilter. You're used to being berated by students, staff, and parents. To be told you actually had an impact on someone is not commonplace, to say the least. 

"I'm sure you would've found your way there without me." 

"Maybe, but you helped me get there a lot sooner than I would've on my own." She says, and you take a deep breath. It feels nice to be acknowledged, especially after the day you've had, and Ellie seems to sense it. You're looking for something to say when she looks down at her shoes and kicks a stray rock. "Just take the compliment and move on. Don't make it a thing." 

"Alright." You say, laughing, and she cracks a smile, too. Traffic will be horrible on the way home, and you have nothing to eat for dinner, but it's okay. You did one good thing today. That's all you need. 

"Sorry, my dad is taking so long." She changes the subject, a touch of anxiety creeping in, and you shake your head. 

"Does he always work late?" You ask, and she shrugs.

"Sometimes. Dad and Uncle Tommy have been picking up jobs to send money to my sister in Boston. "

"What's in Boston for your sister?"

"Medical school. She's about to go into her internship at a hospital there."

"That's a big deal." You say, and she hums. 

"Yeah. She'll probably save the world or something one day." There's a hint of something nostalgic in her voice, and you decide to push just a little. 

"Do you miss her?"

"A lot," she says. "She's my best friend."

"She's lucky to have you." You say. She smiles but doesn't say anything. You want to ask more about her family, but a rickety, greenish pickup truck comes rumbling through the parking lot before you can. Ellie shifts her backpack on her shoulder as her dad and uncle come into view, and you smile at them. Joel, however, looks frantic. 

He's unbuckling his seatbelt and opening the driver's side door before the car can even finish moving. There's dirt on his pants and a little bit of a sunburn across his arms, the muscles straining across the black fabric. He politely pulls the ball cap off his head to reveal sweaty curls as he approaches you, jerking his head toward the truck at Ellie. "Why don't you wait in the truck with Uncle Tommy? He's got a snack for you." He says, and Ellie lights up at the mention of food. When you're alone, he tucks his hands in his pockets and gives you an apologetic look. 

"'M so sorry. We got caught up at work and lost track of time. It won't happen again." He says, wringing his hands like he's waiting to be scolded, but you wave him off. 

"It's okay. Things happen, and I'm just glad she's got someone picking her up." You say. 

"How'd she do today?"

"Really good. I think she fits right in."

"She make some friends?"

"I can't give away all my secrets. What else are y'all gonna talk about at the dinner table?" You tease. 

"I guess that's right," he says as he stares at you, a muscle in his jaw jumping. "Thanks for waitin' with her."

"It was my pleasure." You say. You stand awkwardly for a few seconds, rocking back and forth on your feet. His eyes are locked in yours, and there's a silent competition to see who's gonna blink first. "Well, I should let you get home. Have a good night." 

"Uh," he starts, stopping you before you can even fully take a step. "I wanted to apologize for the other night. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."

"You didn't make me uncomfortable," you say a little too quickly, and he smirks. "I was very flattered. Besides, it's not the first time."

"Beautiful woman like you, I'm sure you've got 'em linin' the block for a chance with you." He says. You're dancing a delicate dance here. You're not not flirting, and you're not not interested in him, but if your principal finds out, it could cause a whole new world of problems. Still, it's nice to be wanted after so long of being on your own. You're not a saint, but you're also not doing anything inherently wrong, right?

"The teacher thing usually freaks 'em out before they can get very far."

"That's a damn shame." He's quick with it, and you have to resist the urge to roll your eyes at the line. A buzz in your bag reminds you of the time and why you're still at school, and you find your footing again. 

"Uh, I usually give out my contact information to the parents of my art club kids in case they need anything or need to contact me quickly. Since Ellie's an official part of that, I figured I should give you my phone number in case anything comes up. If that's alright?" You say, and he pulls his cracked phone from his back pocket. 

"Yeah, yeah. That's more than alright." He says, handing it to you to punch in your information. 

"It's for emergency purposes only."

"What d'you consider an emergency?"

"Mr. Miller-"

"Joel." He corrects, and you give him a look as you pass his phone back. 

"Don't abuse it. I'd hate to have to put you in a group chat with all the PTA moms."

"You're evil." He groans, and you laugh. Tommy, leaning over and honking the truck horn, interrupts your conversation, and he shoots daggers through the back window. 

"I'll see you next week, Joel." You say, dismissing him, and he hesitates for another second before nodding.

"See you next week." He says and turns on his heels to get back in his truck. You think you vaguely catch Joel scolding Tommy for being impatient, but you ignore his deep voice and the engine sputtering as you walk to your own car with a little more pep in your step than this morning.

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[metalcrows]

Very long Gravity Falls headcanon below :3

So I think that when Stanly was a kid, he LOVED drawing. It was the only way he felt he could express his creativity. And he was good at it!!! Stan would spend hours just having fun with some paper and a pencil. But just like everything else in his life, Stanford was 'better' at it. We've seen Fords sketches in the journals, and they're good, so I assume even as a kid he was a talented artist. Now, obviously, art is subjective, and any kind of art is incredible, but I don't think Stanly could believe that after so many years of seeing people appreciate Stanfords works more. So when he was a teenager, he gave up on art. He thought he wasn't good enough to keep going. So he doesn't draw for years, all the way up to the summer the twins visited. However one day Mable BEGS him to come and doodle with him. He pulls the whole "Absolutely not! I've got better things to than do something stupid like that!" But I mean, who can no to Mable? So he sits down and starts to draw, and slowly he starts to really have fun. He remembers how much he enjoyed doing things like this during his childhood. Then Mable sees his art and is so excited!!! She tells him how good it is, and Stan gets teary-eyed. He finally has someone telling him he's doing good. So now once a week him and Mable will spend a few hours drawing. It's hard for him, but he's trying to just let himself have fun and not worry if it's 'good' enough.

[princesspastel8]

Chapter 3: Secrets

Dipper POV

My grunkles thought it would be a great idea to take everyone out to eat. They claim it would bring us closer together and catch up on what me and Mable been up to since we left. We are at the diner where Susan works.

I stare out the window with my chin resting in the palm oh my hand. I feel as if something bad is going to happen while I'm here. I just want to go home.

"So how has it been with you two kiddos?" Stan asks while looking at us, mainly Mable.

"School was so much fun, grunkle Stan! I met so many guys, but they were all jerks. I made many friends that I'm still in contact with, too! Prom was so much fun too. I had a pink dress and my date was so cute! Oh, and waddles had kids with another pig, but we had to give them away...." Mable said, pouting at the end.

"Well, that's something. I would've given those boys that did you wrong a knocking to! Haha!" Stan said while trying to flex the muscles that he barely has.

"What about you, Dipper?" Ford asks while writing something about a two-headed squirrel.

"Grow any chest hair?" Stanley jokes.

Mable giggles, "I highly doubt he has. I still have that small curly hair in my scrapbook."

I groan as I begin tapping my leg. "You know I'm not a fan of chest hair nor any kind of hair except the hair on my head and face."

"Oh come oooooon Dipper! Lighten up." Mable pouts while nudging my arm.

I tense up and turn my head, giving her a warning look. Just how many times do I have to remind her not to fucking touch me?!

Mable stops, nodding her head. "Sorry, dip dot."

"What happened just now?" Ford asked.

"Oh, nothing! But yeah, Dipper, do you or do you not have chest hair? I bet it's still the same as it was when we were 12!"

Mable and Stan laugh while Ford is to focus on that damn squirrel. I groan, pulling my hoodie off in front of them. I look at their blank expression, my lips in a thin line. "Happy now?"

Mable and Stan look shock while Ford stares at me. "Oh wow, Dipper, I didn't know you had abs!"

"Well damn kid, you did grow chest hair, even though it's stubble. You're one of those kids who shave chest hair." Stan sighs disappointly.

"Dipper, what is that on you back?" Ford asks.

My eyes widen slightly, but I keep my blank stare. "Nothing, Ford."

"Mable, what's on his back?"

Mable looks as her eyes widen. "U-uh....It's Bill's wheel grunkle Ford."

"Why would you get such a thing done to you, Dipper?!" He shouts.

"Quite down, Stanford. Don't draw attention to us." Stanley comments.

I frown once more, quickly putting my hoodie back on. "I was bored and got drunk one night. Everything else is a blur after that...." I said, lowering my head, memories of that day traveling back.

Mable coughs to clear the air. "I'm sure Dipper only got it because it looks cool!"

"Yeah....let's just order." Stan said.

"Oh hi, Stanley!" Susan chirps.

Stan groans as Ford and mable chuckles. "We would like to order." Said Ford.

"Two pancakes." ,said Stan and Ford.

"A pancake, eggs, and bacon!"

"Monster stack." I said blankly.

"Whoa! Do you think you can handle that? I remember when you were just a boy!"

"Yeah, kid, I don't think you can handle that -"

I cut Stan off by slamming my fist on the table. I jump over Mable and walk over to that damn manly test machine that I could barely ring. I pick up the hammer and slam it down on the button. I watch as the ball inside the machine hits the bell so hard that it cracks and breaks apart. I hiss, placing my hand on the side of my left face.

"Stay calm, Dipper....Just stay calm." I whisper to myself while taking slow, deep breaths.

I walk back over to my family. "I lost my appetite, but as you can see, I'm no longer a kid. So I would appreciate it if you all stopped calling me that. Anyways....I'll be out for awhile." I said, walking out of the diner as quickly as I can.

I walk towards the forest, pulling at my hair with both of my hands. "Ugh damnit! I'm not a fucking kid I'm a grown ass man!" I shout, punching the nearest thing next to me which is a tree.

I look at my bloody knuckle and sigh, chuckling. "Christ Bill, I think your short temper is rubbing off on me."

I rub my fingers over the dent I made in the tree. "Why don't I go blow off some steam, yeah?"

○○○○

I step over the 'keep out' tap that's tapped all over the trees surrounding the minigolf court. I walk towards the center and whistle with my two fingers.

"ATTACK!!" I hear one shout as they begin to throw sticks at me.

I smirk and stomp on the first set of fighters, blue color liquid splashing on my shoes. I watch as many begin to crawl up my leg. I reach down to grab five of these damn things. I shove them into my pocket and run out of there. I'm not stupid, I can't take on thousands of those mini shitty golf heads.

I laugh loudly, whipping the sweat off my forehead. That was so cool. The sound of golf heads crushing under my boot brings satisfaction throughout my whole being! Well, next on the list is the nom vomit. I walk down the trail I remember that leads to the noms hideout. Once I get there, I knock on one of the trees, one nom coming out, and to my dislike, it's the one that talks a lot.

"Oh wow, look at this! Dipper, is that You? Wow, it's been a while since I last saw you. How is your sister doing? You know the offer to still marry her is on the table -"

I cut him off by kicking him in the stomach. He groans and leans over, clutching his stomach in pain. I pull a jar from my duffle bag and place it in front of him.

"You talk too much. Now be of use and hack it up before I kick you again."

He looks at me with fear clouding his eyes and begins to throw up rainbow crap they call vomit. I take the jar and close it, placing it back into my bag once he's done. I walk away, heading back towards the diner. When I made it to the end of the forest, its nightfall.

I reach into my pocket, pulling out a minigolf creature. I smirk as I hold it by its head, placing my two fingers on its body. I watch as it cries, feeling the fear through my fingertips.

"Remove the body slowly from the head." I said, remembering the intrusions given by the journal.

I slowly pull, biting my lip at the sound of the cracks and snaps. "The eyes and mouth will wither from its holes, leaving access to the soul of the sacrifices."

I pull out a different jar, placing the head inside of it. I repeat the process four more times before reaching in my bag for my change of clothes I picked up from the shack as well as my other things. I change into a black pair of pants, a black hoodie, and place leather glove on my hands. I pull out my favorite knife and walk towards the diner.

I can hear Susan's annoying humming from here. I rub my finger over the blade that I place in my pocket. I place the jar on the bar stand as I let out a chuckle.

"O-oh my! Who's there?!" I hear her shout from the kitchen area.

"Come and find out. I think you'll like the surprise." I chuckle, trying to control my laughter.

I watch as she stupidly listens to me. I walk towards her, slowly pulling out my knife. She looks down at the blade, her eyes widening.

Before she can scream, I jump on her, causing both of us to fall. I place my hand over her mouth, raising my blade that in the air.

"Do I still look like that kid you remember, Susan?" I laugh as I stab her over and over again, drops of blood splashing on my face.

I slit her throat for good measure, watching the blood ooze from her body. I stand up, holding my head as I feel a slight pressure as if something is forcing its way into my skull.

"B-Bill....is this you d-doing this? B-but I didn't - "

"It's ok, pinetree! The more sacrifices you kill, the more I'm able to use my power beyond the mindscape, but we have company..." I hear Bill's darken voice ring through my ears. I look at the door, my eyes widen in shock.

"D-dipper?" Pacifica shudders, her voice barely above a whisper.

She looks between my knife, Dead Susan, and the door. She quickly grabs the door handle, but I stop her. She freezes and looks back at the wall, noticing the knife next to her head.

She touches her cheek and looks at her fingers. She screams, but I run to her and place my hand over her mouth, squeezing her jawline. She whimpers as I bag her head against the wall, pulling my knife out from it.

"Pacifica Pacifica Pacifica....isn't this the meaning of 'at the wrong at the wrong time'?" I laugh.

She whimpers, digging her nails into my hoodie. I laugh, my vision changing from clear to red. "Oh, I could just kill you right now! Ooooooooooh, but what's the fun in that? Oh yes, yes, yes! Stare at me with those fearful eyes! I think I'm addicted to this-ahahahahahaha!"

I remove my hand from her mouth and placing it on her throat. She gasp, her hands now crawling at my wrist. I laugh louder in her face while placing my knife in between my fingers and rubbing my bloody glove down my face. My eyes roll back as my vision goes from red to yellow, my voice distorted.

"L-let's make a deeeeeeeeeal! You don't tell anyone my pinetree did this, and I promise he won't kill you? Deal?"

She nods her head, gasping as my grip tightens.

"Let's shake on it, llama sweater!" I cheer, placing the knife back into the wall as I hold my hand out while my body begins to twitch.

She quickly grabs it and shakes my hand, blue flames covering it. I drop her to the ground, watching her gasp for air. I watch as she stands and runs out of the diner as fast as she can while the lights in the diner begin to flicker.

"And remember! We'll be watching yoooooooou-ahahahahahaha-HAHAGAGAHA!"

[internetgiraffekid1673]

Can you draw this kid from my Mad Libs story?

Billy DeRobertis-Milano

Billy is a 10 year old assistant killer with a degree in parkouring while teaching friends to hopscotch in his neighborhood friend store as to why he delivers for friends. Loyal and young, ambitious and insane, plus he is as smart as a dolphin. He is *one* wild punk. A golden girl by the name of Dorothy Ythorod has it out for him and her weapon is the phrase "Yhtorod". Virginia Hollingsworth Warren now named Virginia Zbornak has married Stan Zbornak, a 9000 year old warlock who wants to plunge Earth in emerald darkness by manifesting an emerald clock tower the size of the sun.

Sophia Petrillo is his life coach and she is the polar opposite of Stan Zbornak. She teaches him how to use his powers and fight in towers and other people's towers. Sophia's towers are used for training.

He's friends with two 13 year old girls who are into stuff that aren't hus strong suit; Tea parties, slumber parties, makeovers, every other stereotypical girl stuff, but Billy would love to pursue those things even if he's male and 10 years old. He drags them along his misadventures of fighting evil angels and helping people in hell who deserved redemption arcs. Those girls are gonna be scarred for life.

The final boss is Stan Zbornak, a man who was one of the finest young men to ever be cooked in the South. One night 9000 years ago, a woman by the name of Delilah Dubois wanted Stan to take her life in the middle of the field where they used to ride on as kids. As the moonlight grew, Delilah revealed to Stan that she is evil, so Stan took her life and she became Stan's newfound powers of evil angelism and gave him leadership over the Angels of skies that want to erase humanity from existence. So 9000 years later, Billy became the chosen one under Sophia's initiation and he train to become a killer against evil and the savior of all demons pure of heart. He meets up with her great grand niece and great grand nephew, Mable and Dipper Pines.

He even fought alongside with Wendy in Gravity Falls. He met up with Barbie from Malibu and she is a life-size doll, all people from Malibu are dolls.

He is even saved by Starfire from the illegal superhero group known as the Titans East, she has human blue eyes that transform into entirely green eyes, she's manly and has piercings in her ears.

She was inspired by Robert Parr-Belcher AKA Mr. Incredible. He was a super until superheroes became illegal in Hollywood. So Mr. I's wife, Helen Parr, is an advocate for superheroes by kicking crime and defeating gods, all in Jump City. Meanwhile, his other wife, Linda Belcher, runs a burger joint on Ocean Avenue. Helen and Linda are married to each other and they married Mr. I and he took both their names to be known as Robert Parr-Belcher.

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There's a lot of characters I'm working; Some are original OCs and some are from other medias but done under Mad Libs. Thr name of the story is "Planet Tale" and it's all written as a Mad Lib.

I love drawing extremely puntable children! It’s good to know there are still people out there enjoying mad libs. They were a huge part of my childhood and I feel like they’ve just about disappeared, so this made me very happy.

[anris-resurrection]

Spoilers for thisisnotawebsitedotcom.com

I'm going to keep track of what I'm entering in the computer here :D (I'm trying to keep unique results on their own line) and I'll add as a go for fun

Edit: I think I'll put in what happens because I'm losing track lol

turning the knob, Playing static and then clicking the screen has a backwards message

Hectoring- Bill sings

any swear words- image telling you wash your mouth with soap

Cursed (the text on the candle)- Resist all drawings of triangles info

Vallis cineris- Why did you do it :(

Stanford / Ford / Sixer- Medical record

Stan Edit: click multiple times to get all the ebay links. get the hidden page, click how he beat me, a lot.

Giffany ( enter multiple times and she will download a zip file)

Bill- Triangle wiki

Cipher - Eye of providence wiki

Bill cipher-Video link

Triangle- "tri harder"

Alex- link to purchase flannel shirts

Dipper (enter multiple times for new notes)-note from bill probably

Mason- note from dipper

Gideon- voice message

Mable- puts stickers on the screen XD

Baby- I am pregnant lol

Pines- "a good family tree"

Euclidya- "dimension not found"

Blindeye (there's a color cipher I'm working on EUCLYDIAN ....)

Robbie- texts and a picture

Weird - weird al has a message

pacifica- A note

soos- note

Pinata- video lmao

Mystery- "?"

Tad strange- Erotic Bread

journal 1- " the journal of fun"

Journal 2- "the journal for you"

Journal 3- "the journal for me"

Book of bill- " hide it under shirt during pledge of allegiance

Gun- "Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes they both" lol

weirdmageddon- Newspaper

Theraprism- sign "in case of "the old one" do not use elevators"

gravity falls- "never heard of it"

Platinum paz- short story about pacifica

Blanchin- video link

Love- Bill romance audio book

Ducktective- "ducctetive stars in "love, quacktually..."

mat pat: cameo

blendin " agent is missing and assumed incompetent"

Math- note about greece

Skibidi- death

Tyrone/clone- Tyrone

Dippy fresh- Link to the hippest shit you will ever see

Dorito/Nacho- jumpscare

Help me- video of bill and his therapist

Toby determined- Link to restraining order instructions lol

History- "Geometry existed before the creation - Plato"

Cryptogram codex- Zip file with fonts

Mysteryshack- Location link

theyll all see- "Is seeing believing"

divorce- O'sadleys logo

ad astra per aspera- journal page

Babba- Dipper singing

Disney- " rat.gif censored for your protection"

Scientology- "Suppressive person detected"

season 3 - "season 2"

Season 2- "season 1"

Season 1 - "Season -1 anti gravity falls"

Life- "Life: 72% complete loading death"

death- "lifes goth cousin"

Abuelita - video link

tantrum: bill lore

hey nerd- call now ( 1-800-555-cipher9)

scary- Audio book

even his lies are lies- lore

shave your grandma

titans blood- log off hooty

curse wittebane- ouija board

love ya bro - note and code

kings of new jersey- answer key for code

one eyed king - I want to pledge my soul to bill cipher

just fit in- video

axolotl

rat

naitsuaf- sell your soul

booberry

kook

wellwellwellbeing: (multiple)

xgqrthx

scalene

black sheep

fixinit1

hotxotlotl

ciphertology

not a phase

baaaa

burned inside

im still on your mind

creepy pasta

destruction is a form of creation

morality

forget the past

tourist trap

kubrick

when will i die

mountain dont

monster

conspiracy

globnar

[winn-schott-throughtheheart]

Idk if this if something you’d do, but bcs I love to project onto Winn and with the disability headcannons, what abt epilepsy? If ur uncomfortable doing those or something that’s ok!! :33

I shit you not I was sooo close to adding something in about seizures but I decided not to, so im doing it now!

maybe something mable the service dog can help out with too?

the most common ones for winn are focal and absence seizures- he doesn't tend to go tonic clonic/grand mal often, it's only happened once or twice, but obviously it's not something he's jumping at the chance to repeat.

I think POTS can actually cause seizures as well, but he can't really tell the difference between epileptic and non-epileptic seizures

it did Not help with him feeling isolated and ostracised when he was a kid. like, at all

he finds it often goes hand in hand with his anxiety. when he's really really stressed out about something, be it an important deadline or an appointment or something, he'll have more frequent episodes in the run up to it. short term stress like panic attacks or meltdowns can also sometimes progress into seizures, which is extra scary

mable is there to help though !

linking back to the poor real time pattern recognition from the other post, he's not great at recognising when he's about to have a seizure. he'll recognise something feels Weird™ but he won't know what until after the fact, which. doesn't help.

this was one of the reasons he figured he should probably get a service dog

(lena is to thank for the funding)

j'onn is good at recognising when winn is having/is about to have an episode, cause he'll feel that his mental signature just.. isn't there. it's hard for people to notice especially because he's winn, and he gets in the zone and he spaces out when he's thinking hard about something or he's distracted, so it can be hard to distinguish this from an actual absence seizure

these can be dangerous even though theyre short, considering how often the deo gets attacked, if he isn't aware of his surroundings

focal seizures are a little easier to spot but still not all that easy, because winn stims a lot normally and any repetitive movements can easily be chalked up to that or anxiety

winn himself actually has a hard time differentiating between a panic attack and a focal seizure, because he doesn't really lose consciousness during them

whenever he has one at work he's sent home, no questions. even if he insists he feels fine after. winn Does Not like this arrangement.

he managed to be inconspicuous enough at catco that cat never noticed. he wasn't upset about it, more relieved that he never had to draw unwanted attention to himself, but a little part of him is glad that people at the deo seem to care so much about him that they'll notice these things

he does struggle with self esteem though and feeling like he's an inconvenience to the people around him. he apologises a lot if he has an episode infront of someone

he's also Not good at listening to people, including mable. he Needs to feel useful, he Needs to be doing something as often as he can, and too often he's been hurt because he brushed off the warnings and not prepared accordingly

he just kinda always has bumps and bruises and scrapes

I hope these were okay!! just some food for thought ig, I don't know what i would do if I couldn't project every fibre of my being onto my favourite characters lol. if I said something wrong or if you have more requests please let me know !!

[cherrygirlfriend]

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ home maker

pairing: alison x housewife!reader synopsis: alison comes home from work and wants to take care of reader. warnings/tags: fluff! smut! MDNI! wc: 400 a/n; i watched hollow in the land and can't stop thinking about being alison's housewife. original version of my fic ‘housewife’

masterlist ♡

you could tell that your wife was home from two things; the way the sound of the door banging echoed across your shared apartment, and the way tiny footsteps immediately ran to the front door. it had happened so much you could play the sight inside of your head like it was a movie; the five-year-old jumping into alison's arms so happily.

"mommy!" mabel exclaimed as alison laughed, spinning the little girl around in her arms.

"hi, maple." she chuckled, pressing a small kiss at the crown of mabel's head, "what'd you and mama learn today?"

"mama taught me math." mable rolled her eyes, "like, duhhh, five plus three is eight. everyone knows that! i'm not a baby!"

"maybe mama didn't." alison said with widened eyes, causing mabel to snicker as alison pressed another kiss on her forehead, "how about you go color something for mommy, yeah?"

"yeah!" mabel exclaimed happily, bounding back upstairs into her room. you could hear the way alison's joints clicked as she stood upstraight, and soon enough, a strong pair of arms were wrapped around you.

"so i guess i'm now an idiot, then?" you chuckled softly, leaning into alison's touch, ignoring the vegetables you were chopping as the woman pressed kisses on the column of your throat.

"guess you are." she whispered against your throat as her hand slipped into your leggings, your breath catching in your throat and your eyes fluttering shut as you felt her hands shamelessly slip into your panties, your senses filled with her.

all you could smell was the sweat on her body from working all day, all you could see inside your head was her lifting heavy things, sweating all over herself all throughout the day; you didn't really care what she actually did, but you cared about how... primal it made you feel.

"we shouldn't be doing this..." you mumbled, yet your hips rolled along with the rolls the blonde kept drawing on your clit.

"i'm not doing anything." alison grinned against your skin, causing goosebumps to erupt all over you, "just greeting my wife." she grinned, her free hand grasping yours and bringing it to her mouth and pressing a kiss on it, "hello." she mumbled, making you chuckle.

then, mabel's voice interrupted it, calling out "mommy! i wanna show you my drawing." making alison chuckle, pressing a quick kiss on your cheek as she withdrew her fingers from your panties, making you whine.

"duty calls. but later tonight..." she grinned, making you roll your eyes as she winked, walking away.

[samdwhitched]

I’d like to think the twins are adhd and autistic. Mable being the adhd and Dipper being the autistic one.

Mable does everything and anything- mostly crafts. Girly loves a good craft or artsy piece. She loves making new sweaters, earrings, and stuff for dipper and her family.

Dipper on the other hand likes science, math, literature- that kind of stuff. He has a TON of books that are filled with word puzzles, books that professors would give out, puzzles and many more things like that.

I feel like Mable would sometimes accidentally use her voice too loud and it would startle Dipper a lot and hurt his ears- so Mable had to work on that. And I feel like because Mable, since Dipper hates loud noises, she makes him custom headphones. It’s all bedazzled and painted- it even has a small drawing of the Little Dipper on it.

I also think that Dipper always notices something. Like Mable is constantly using art supplies, always making something. Most of the time tho she doesn’t always notice she’s out of something till it’s to late. So Dipper usually sees that she’s almost out of something (paint, glue, glitter, Etc.) and goes and replaces it before it’s empty/ all gone. (Obviously Mable figures it out eventually but doesn’t say anything- why? Idk make something up for your self)

Now some more random things that I have no way to word but still think:

Dipper loves orange popsicles. Only the oranges. And not the one with the ice cream in the middle, those are ass (his words not mine)

Mable knows how to sew, and she likes to make different things for everyone- making them as gifts. Especially Pacifica. She wears them, just not around her parents tho-

Idk, that’s all I got for rn….might put more later…

[roachesinacoat]

Scp I’m working on for a alt Au of my scp ocs starting with Mable (my scientist oc)

Rough color idea for he (I did kinda take the eyefestaion from pressures color pallet cuz I love it and still kinda pissed that the eyefestaion is now a boy and just want a bad ass girl character with that color pallet) but anyway I was taking inspiration from SCP-4205 (In the eyes of the beholder) SCP-372 (Peripheral Jumper) and the abyssal copepod from the myster flesh pit only ever thought of the eyefestaion from pressure as a ref when my friend was also ranting about the eyefestaion

Rough idea of for her logs

Item #: Scp-████

Object Class: Euclid

Special Containment Procedures: Scp-████ is to be kept in a 5m x 5m x 3m containment cell kept in complete darkness, the walls lined with reinforced plexiglass. (That’s all I got for now for this part)

Description: Scp-████ also known as Eyes On Me is a 8'3 tall bug like creature of unknown origins, she somewhat resembles some form of humanoid anthropod in body shape despite the large open mouth down her front. she can easily blend into the darkness if it weren't for its hundreds of glowing green eyes which have a hypnotic affect drawing a person to stare at her even if they try to look away, this ability makes the personell sick (symptoms range from a simple fever and vomiting to blisters, rashes, swelling, blindness, seizures, and vomiting caused by internal bleeding). it is unknow why she possesses this ability and it is unclear her main intentions when using weather it is hunting or somthing elses since the sideeffects only apply to Personnel. She will get very agressive when exposed to bluelight or any human personnel.

[yourresidentstanlover]

I've got a silly au thing i'm workin on:

Stan and my oc Kyle stay together and work on the portal for those 30 years.

Kyle ends up getting pregnant in 1996 (he's 40 and Stan is 44).

It's a complete shock. They'd figured Kyle couldn't get pregnant due to the testosterone and PCOS. Boy, were they wrong.

It's a rough fucking pregnancy man

Kyle was actually pregnant with twins at first, but early on he miscarried one of the twins. The other ended up fine.

Stan made Kyle go to the doctor to make sure he and the baby were fine. Kyle doesn't like doctors, but he begrudgingly does it.

They were in for a shock once their kid was born.

After she was delivered, Kyle was holding her, and Stan gently grabbed her tiny lil hand. To his surprise, there were six fingers. Guess it runs in the family.

He tears up at this and starts to cry, his kid reminding him of Ford.

Peggy is actually transfem, and Margaret was the name that her parents were going to choose if she was a girl. She just goes by Peggy for short.

Her full name is Margaret Caryn Pines.

She usually looks like Kyle, since her hair is bright red, but sometimes, Stan sees himself in her, and subsequently sees Ford.

Especially with Peg's six fingers. She's bullied a lot in school for them, and Stan's had to force himself multiple times to not beat up a child.

Peggy does befriend Wendy and Tambry probably sometime in middle school, and later becomes friends with the others.

When Dipper and Mable arrive, she becomes fast friends with Mabel. Dipper takes more time to warm up to Peggy, but they eventually bond over being trans (maybe during Dipper vs. Manliness?)

She tries to attack Ford when he punches Stan, but Kyle holds her back.

Eventually they make up and become friends.

She only knew Stan as Stanford, and didn't know she had another uncle until ATOTS.

She was very upset when she learned that Stan had been lying to her about who he really was. It's one thing if it's to strangers, but it's another when it's lying to your own kid about your entire identity.

She felt like she couldn't trust him, and tried to help Mabel and Dipper shut down the portal.

Peggy did eventually trust Stan again.

Nowww for some traits that she got from her parents, and just general personality stuff:

She's got Kyle's hair, but it's curly like Stan's (or it should be, anyways. i need to work on drawing curly hair). I kinda wanted her to have like Alice Cullen hair, but curlier. (gotta have those Pines curls, y'know?)

She also has Stan's nose, and his eye color.

Peggy need glasses (like her parents) but refuses to wear them (like Kyle. that man needs glasses but he's a stubborn bitch)

She also has Stan's cleverness, and often helps him con tourists.

Peggy is also a good pickpocket, and will steal your wallet if you piss her off (her dads are so proud)

Like Stan, she'll blurt out stuff randomly when under pressure. (it's gotten her into trouble more than once).

Both Stan and Kyle have dyslexia, so Peggy inherited from both of them.

She's often getting in trouble for shoplifting and general thievery.

Peggy is very mischievous, and is often pulling pranks with Wendy and Co.

She usually calls Stan "pa" or "pops," and calls Kyle "dad."

After she graduates high school (two years after the show ends) she joins Stan and Ford on their sailing expeditions around the world.

Lots of crime ensues.

I may actually write a oneshot about her traveling with the Stans, and their nautical adventures.

right now this is the only colored drawing i have of her lol. (soft pastels are kind of a bitch to work with lmao)