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you guys know those AUs where Stanley opens the portal after thirty years but for Ford only a few second/minutes/days have passed in the portal.
What if, in another world - by the infinite nature of multiverse - the portal was functional enough for another run right there in the portal room, that blistery cold 1982 winter day. What if, when Stanley threw enough things around and pressed enough buttons and the portal opened again (in the same spot in the Nightmare Realm it had before) (not calibrated to Ford like had been in canon) the Ford had stepped out was the one from his final confrontation with Bill. What if Ford stepped out thirty years older and wiser and angrier
What if he saw Stanley crying, relieved, and then terrified and confused and devastated. What if he, at sixty years old, saw Stanley and saw only a scared child, half his age. His brother.
What if Ford had thought his brother had left and grown up for those long thirty years, but he came back and it was his brother that saved him that very night? His brother, by sheer dumb luck? His brother, who couldn't have accounted for time dilation if he tried (not like the old Stanley did) but still tried
#guys i swear i had this idea half asleep and bolted upright out of my bed#keeled back over on my bed to process the Thoughts#guys. guys what if. i write a fic. a comic? what do we think#my art#it counts enough i think#writing prompts#stan twins#mullet stan#stangst#stanford pines#portal ford#gravity falls#young stan pines#my brain is on hyperdrive don't mind me#if anyone does ANYTHING with this please tag me id love to see it#to answer 'what we think': we think Inky should write the idea down and then finish her other goddamn WIPs#OR#comic#thirty seconds later au#but reversed#probably more than thirty seconds#like 30 minutes-ish#twins in time au#Kind of!!
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i went on a couple of crazy writing sprints this week so please enjoy some out of context bits from my 3 different novel WIPs in no order with no theme
honourable mentions:
#ramble#book writing stuff#remember when i only had one novel wip#one of them will see the light of day i swear#i am slowly getting more comfortable posting my writing#it's weirdly vulnerable for me akfdhdf#idk how i can write and post comics All the time but any novel writing feels like exposing myself lmao#also i can't stick to one genre and i don't think i should apologise for that#personally i like to read everything and it makes me want to write everything as well#let's play 'will i get insecure and delete this later'
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just realized this blog creation had kind of bad timing because of the forsaken drama (?) but. ykw whatever go my writings
(this is a sfw tickle fic! if you don't like it don't read it)
"Does it now?"
words: 1,954
ler!builderman, lee!shedletsky (quick note they are written as friends here)
summary: builder preens shedletsky's wings, the rest is obvious
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Shedletsky was a few things. Funny. Bold, sometimes others would describe him as too bold . Or foolish, maybe. But definitely not unobservant. He had quick reaction time, something that was a huge aid in his chases. And he could see in the distance when a killer was approaching. But now, his perception made it obvious he was being looked at. Well… maybe not directly at him.
Builder’s eyes hadn’t really made contact with his, rather they were often off to the side, staring right behind him. Unmistakably at his wings, but Shedletsky couldn't see that. Occasionally, the look of concern would flash over the architect's face, before he came back to whatever conversation was going on in the cabin.
Shedletsky tolerated it for about half an hour. Maybe there was just something in his hair– he had tried a few times to dust off whatever imaginary particle was on him, or readjust his position like it would fix the problem. He even tried moving around the room, to see if Builderman was just staring at something behind him. But no, his eyes followed wherever he went. Eventually, it became obvious it wasn’t something temporary, it needed resolving. Did he really have to do this type of thing right now?
He loudly cleared his throat, and many of the survivors in the room stared at him, before going back to what they were doing. Builderman was a bit slower in doing so, and in the moment he was still looking at Shedletsky, the winged man gave him a look, before gesturing with his head out the door. Builderman got up surprisingly quickly– faster than Shedletsky did. Almost like he was eager, but more in a concerned way.
Once they were outside and the door slowly clicked shut behind them. Shedletsky thought about how the hinges were surprisingly smooth for a cabin that could have been hundreds of years old, given its interior looks. Or maybe Builder had taken it upon himself to fix the doors up…
“Shed?” The person right in front of him questioned, tilting his head.
Oh, right. This. Wait, shouldn’t Builder be doing the talking? He was the one staring, after all…
“SoOoo…” Shedletsky rocked back and forth on his foot. “Am I just that admirable, or is there a more specific reason you’re staring at me? Or… whatever you were looking at in my general direction..”
Builder looked away for a few seconds, his face a mix of slight embarrassment and concern, before his eyes snapped back to Shedletsky’s with intention. His hesitation was always so minimal.
“Couldn’ help but notice those feathers of yers’, uh… well.”
Builderman didn’t even need to finish the sentence, the tone gave his message away the second he mentioned feathers. Shedletsky almost scoffed. He wanted to feel offended, but he couldn’t bring himself to.
“They’re not that bad, I’m sure.” When he originally said it, he did mean it. But when he thought about it, toning into the feeling of his additional appendages.. Dry. Somewhat itchy, almost. Uncomfortable.
Builder only crossed his arms. “I would show ya, but Chance is the only one around ere’ with a mirror.”
Shedletsky only waved him off in response. “Whatever. What’s your point, anyway? I take… enough care of them.” Of course, he knew what the point was, but something in him wanted to delay it. Even after knowing Builder for years, he still became distant when it came to something so.. Personal, that he needed help with.
“Doubt it” The hard hat bearing individual replied back, calmly.
Silence.
“You’re not preening them.”
“ Shedletsky .”
. . .
“I can’t believe you made me agree to this.”
The swordfighter had made various complaints to the person behind him as his wings were tended to, ranging from pitiful to just straight up rude. Of course, Builderman didn’t take any of them seriously, nor give the avian the satisfaction of an annoyed response. It would have been almost amusing to him, if it weren’t for the state of his friend’s wings.
Eventually, Shed quieted down, taking in his surroundings. It was about as comfortable as he expected a rickety wooden floor to be, but Builder made it work with some blankets and a pillow or two. He had to admit, it was thoughtful. Builderman’s cabin was always so quiet , like the wind stopped whistling and the soft, but audible noise of the water lapping the shore ceased. It was nice for sure, but that silence was awkward when left unfilled. Fidgeting with his hands, he tried to fill the gap with his voice.
“You know, you didn’t have to… uh. Do this, and all.” Heights . That came out so much less confident than he intended.
By then, Builderman had finished the primary feathers on the outer edge of each wing, and now he was just smoothing them over.
“S’ alright.” His response was short, Shedletsky felt him resume running his fingers through his wings directly after. The avian couldn’t tell why. Maybe he was just focused.
Then there was silence again. The only thing Shed could hear was the occasional shift behind him, and the soft rhythm of breathing from both of them.
The same rhythm that fell out of time, skipping a beat as Shedletsky’s breath hitched in his throat. His posture, which had previously been a relaxed lean, had tightened. His shoulders went slightly back. There was an instant hum of concern behind him.
“Somethin’ wrong?” The architect questioned, stopping for a moment.
“No.” A hurried assurance.
One of Builder’s hands had run down his wing, on one of the more inner groups of feathers. He had forgotten how sensitive his secondaries were. Shit… probably should have thought about that beforehand. Well, not like he had a choice in this anyway. Builder had taken this up without asking. It’s fine. Fine. He can just ignore it.
Well, that’s what he thought at first. After a few minutes, he found it a little harder to focus on anything other than the sensation of hands going through his wings. It was repetitive– he couldn’t tell if that made it easier to deal with or worse. Nonetheless, his tightened, deathly quiet act slowly but surely turned into small huffs and the occasional jolt. And over and over again, he tried to recollect himself. He was not about to fall apart in front of Builderman over this .
Eventually, the now somewhat annoyed person behind him had to say something. The sudden twitches were making Builder lose his place and his patience . Now, he’d have to redo preening certain parts of the wing. “ Shedletsky …”
Oh come on, that was the second time today Builder had said his name like that. He was going to respond, when something that had formed at the bottom of his throat almost escaped, trying to pry its way out of his mouth. Despite the swordfighter’s lack of response, Builderman continued.
“What’s with all the squirmin’? You tryin’ to make this difficult? You know this is gonna take longer if you keep jolting like that.”
“Sohorry-” Shedletsky’s voice raised halfway through the sentence, feeling Builderman’s hand running over the boundary right in between his secondary and scapular feathers. He coughed, making a terrible attempt at covering up the unmistakably giggly apology that left his mouth, while raising a hand to his face to hide the expression that had spread across it. He could see one of the two shadows cast across the floor move.
Hearing the obvious laugh in the avian’s voice, Builderman had changed his position slightly so he could see the side of his friend’s face. Despite the hand over Shed’s mouth, he could still see the slight mirth in his eyes, which had conveniently moved to the opposite side of the room, looking at the wall like it was a work of art. Like Shedletsky, Builderman was also very observant. So it didn’t really take long to put two and two together.
A small, amused smile played itself on Builder’s face. Testing the waters, he reached back over to Shedletsky’s wings, gently dragging a hand down the inner feathers that were closest to his shoulder blades– of course, making sure to follow the natural path down the wing.
It got exactly the response he expected. A choked giggle, barely muffled. Builderman sighed, taking off his hard hat and setting it a bit off to the side, so it wouldn’t be kicked later. Without saying a single thing, Builderman returned behind Shedletsky. Sure, he could entertain this for a bit.
Safe to say, it was killing the swordfighter. All of it. Whether it be the fact the architect didn’t say a single thing, or the now definitely intentional raking of fingers down his wings– it dissolved his previous attempts to hide how much this affected him. He supposed there wasn’t even any point anymore, given Builder had obviously already caught on, so he removed his hand from his mouth, loudly complaining as giggles spilled out of his mouth.
“Buildeher-!” Shedletsky’s hand reached back in some attempt to remove the offending hands on his wings, but was only met by an increase of pace and a quick response.
“ What ? I’m just preenin’ you, it’s not that big of’a deal. No needta shout…” To add to the ridiculousness of his denial of the situation, he continued to scold Shedletsky for moving and making things difficult.
“IhIHIT TIHICKLES–” He finally admitted it, but at that point it fell on deaf ears. Builder didn’t even try to hide an amused chuckle. He kept one hand on Shedletsky’s shoulder to somewhat minimize the squirming, and the other to continue gliding through the poor man’s feathers. “Does it now…”
“YEHEHEHES!” “Didn’t realize.” “YOHOU LIAHAR-” Shedletsky’s accusation was quickly punished by a quick skitter down the very inner part of his wing. It seemed the closer to his shoulder blades, the more sensitive it was. The action earned a snort, which was quickly followed up by a squeal, and then more dorky laughter– meanwhile, his entire back jolted again. Shedletsky tried to turn around to escape the feeling, but no matter where he went, Builderman just followed. Eventually, he stopped writhing and just gave in. It wasn’t that bad, anyway. Despite the sensations being torturous, they were very gentle. Shed liked that about Builder. He always did things with intention, and not with more or less energy than needed. Clearly didn’t stop him from being evil though. He continued the onslaught for what felt like at least ten minutes… which in reality was really only one.
“Oh! Looks like ‘m done ere’.”
Shedletsky freed himself from the ‘evil’ hands as soon as they released their grip, practically flopping on the ground with his face down. Of course Builder had finished preening his wings while actively wrecking him . Classic.
“ Heights , I hate you.”
“Wow, not even a thanks?”
Shedletsky sighed, as soon as he caught his breath. He knew Builderman was being sarcastic, but still. A favor is a favor, even if he didn’t ask for it. And even if the person helping him decided to wreck him halfway through. “... Thank you, Builds. It.. helps a lot.”
“... How’d you even do that so fast, anyway?”
Builderman didn’t expect the gratitude, if he was being honest. The amused smile on his face softened into something more genuine.
“No problem. Guess that was just the most ‘ effective ’ method. Now ehh… let’s get back to the cabin. Elliot ‘ll be pissed if we miss dinner again.” He put out a hand for Shedletsky, who promptly pushed it away and stood up himself.
#forsaken tickles#sfw tickling community#ler!builderman#lee!shedletsky#not bad for quite literally my first time doing a non-school related writing in like a year#ive got two more fics stockpiled so. maybe ill also post those later#i swear the next ones are better 🙏this was a warm up
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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
#if anyone has any better ideas or on ACTUAL NAME i’d love to hear it.#cuz “chaotic neutral mabel au” doesn’t really do it for me#but i’m gonna call it this for now lol#also….#i’m not saying anything but i don’t mind if there’s more questions..#i PROMISE they won’t be 12 paragraphs this time#do whatever you want with this info#ill probably draw more of this au later; we’ll see#chaotic-neutral Mabel au#gf#gravity falls#gravity falls au#mabel pines#ask#i need to learn to write shorter#its becoming an actual problem i swear
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"write a social media fic" they said, "it'll be fun" they said
#two years later#i'm still here#WRITING THIS FIC#lestappen#galex#f1#it'll be worth it#i swear#landoscar#possibly brocedes i forget#1644#larthur#2363#481#mctwinks#if yall wanna know more i could yap about this au for DAYS#peg's funnies
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Dreams the only sane one thank god 🙏🙏 everyone slaying tho
Anyway- Where/how is Cross doin 👀
- ALT - BILL: HA! HA! HA! BILL: He's doing bury nice! BILL: Don't worry about him at all! BILL: He's having a grave time with his AU!!
- IDK - Two things, for those who figured it out (not saying what happened, you must think!!!), I planned this WAYYY before Jakei made her trans-coded cross announcement and I felt super bad about it considering what happens. And the other thing is I decided to use that announcement to research some sad stuff about what trans, enby, agender, etc people go through in other places besides my own (my town is sorta safe for non cis people) and decided to implement those onto this AU Cross (my other AU SOPV, Cross is living his best life)
For future TW's when we get to Cross/The past: Body(Or gender Or Identity) Dysphoria, Abuse of drugs(I mean... who isn't in this blog?), and Bill(Also, someone just asked about Bill and hoo boy.... Bill is NOT a nice person in this AU(i will go more in depth on that ask than in my pinned) (I mean, sense when was Bill ever nice?))
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#Character Ask#Story Ask#Also I am not a cis person writing this for context#I swear if one more person think I'm cis I will RIOT. (i'm ripping my hair out rn bc I hate it when that happens)#But yeah Cross in my opinion is the one that might HEAVILY trigger some people#And I want that to be known as someone else (not saying who) is going to follow in his exact footsteps later#I also reviewed that event and my plans for Cross with some people and they said it was okay and I'm hoping it's okay for ya'll as well#anywhos TAG TIME!!!#dream#dream sans#bill#bill sans#ask the druggieverse#atdv#druggieverse#undertale au#mau#multiverse au#undertale#utau#utmv#fanart#tw#cw#Also SOPV imo is one of my calmer/tamer AU's#and also a non au at the same time#it's so hard to explain sense in canon it splits from other MAU's and becomes it's own thing in it's own pool#to better explain think of Aradia's explanation in the Crow Strider AU on MSPFA
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Surprise party!
✷ Shelly's birthday is today (in the drabble), so Vee and Shanon went off to surprise her with a birthday party! Yay! ✸
✶ Caretaker Shanon au is mine! ✶
✱ @soupiestzilla I'm sorry I hurt the sweetest girl ever for like... An hour in fic time but she gets really happy in the end so don't kill me please- ✱
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Shanon slammed the alarm clock's snooze button yet again, not wanting to get up yet, even though she knew she had to. It was Shelly's birthday after all- even if they don't really know how old she technically is, considering she was made based off an ageless cartoon fossil character, she deserved a fun birthday. Shanon groaned as she sat up in bed, rubbing her eyes before looking around the room. For once, her intuition was right, Vee was in the room with her. The robot just sat perched on the end of the bed, watching, waiting, tail a motion blur behind her. Shanon has never seen that robot so excited before... It was oddly adorable.
"Mornin' Vee... I'll get ready and then we'll start getting everything ready for the party... And maybe a coffee or two..." Shanon tiredly said as she slipped out of bed, though she paused at the adorable beeps she got afterwards. She turned and looked at Vee, who now had ">w<" on her screen, being so excited she probably had no idea she was making such an adorable face. Shanon just smiled at that, then went to her walk in closet and shut herself in. Then came out a minute later in one of her many dinosaur printed hawaiian shirts, jeans and some sandals. She then went into her bathroom and quickly brushed out her hair, brushed her teeth, then went back out and walked right over to her nightstand. She just grabbed her fuzzy red t-rex purse and put the crossbody strap on before adjusting it, then finally picked up the excited little robot, who stared up at her with a cat-like smile on her face and the largest green eyes one could only imagine seeing. Adorable. Her daughter has such an adorable wife.
"I'm just going to assume you're ready to go, silly." She softly told the robot, who just nodded rapidly, so Shanon quietly snuck out of the house with her. She left a note on the table beside Shelly's waffles, explaining that she needed to do some shopping and she'd be home before she knew it, so she hoped that worked. In reality, her, Sam, Vee and Veronica were all going to Shelly's favorite park to host a public party for her, as Shanon knew she'd absolutely love it.
Shelly though, she was clueless, and when she woke up and saw the note, she was a little devastated.
Okay, a lot devastated, she was crying as she ate her breakfast, then went and flopped on the couch and sobbed and screamed into it for a good while. She didn't understand why she was left by herself, she always went with them when they went shopping together, so this was a huge punch to the gut. Fortunately for her, she wasn't alone for too long, as a familiar knock on the door was heard after an hour and a half crying and screaming session. She rushed over and opened it quickly, and there was Sprout, holding a box, looking concerned.
"Woah Shelly are you okay..?" Was his immediate response to seeing her all sniffly and trembling in her pajamas.
"I don't know where my mom and wife are..." Shelly very quietly replied, making Sprout look thoughtful for a moment, then he looked like he suddenly remembered something before nodding and patting her head softly.
"They had to go find a new charger for Vee with Veronica, they didn't forget your birthday, I promise. Sam probably is off making you the best birthday cake you'd ever imagine right now actually!" He reassured, hoping he wasn't caught in his lie. He knew exactly what they were doing, he was actually part of their plan, their distraction, the one who kept Shelly away from everything. She thankfully seemed to believe him as she just opened the door for him and nodded.
"I heard Sam was the one who always made the cakes in the bakery... I've always loved the chocolate cupcakes from there. I didn't get them often though, I didn't want people thinking I was fat on top of being that one "really weird dinosaur girl" ya know?" Shelly said as Sprout walked in, and once the door was closed, the two sat on the couch together. Sprout just nodded with a smile.
"Oh yeah, Sam made those, you also had nothing to worry about- Glisten would eat SO many donuts for breakfast every single morning, I highly doubt anyone would've cared if you had any cupcakes. Speaking of- I made you some last night!" Sprout explained, passing her the box of baked goods. Shelly gently took it and opened it, being in awe at the dinosaur themed chocolate cupcakes in the box. There were six of them, all decorated with handmade fondant dinosaurs on top of the perfect chocolate frosting swirls. Shelly teared up again as she looked at Sprout, sniffling.
"They're perfect, thank you so much." She quietly thanked him, getting a shrug and a smile from the berry.
"Far from perfect, but I'm really glad you like how they look! Go ahead and have one, they're all yours!" He said cheerfully, but she just closed the box gently and put it on the coffee table instead, going and hugging Sprout and snuggling up against him instead of trying one of the cupcakes.
"Later... My tummy hurts a little." She replied softly, so Sprout nodded as he pulled her close, petting her head softly as they cuddled. It was oddly comfortable, though it probably helped that they had been close for years, even if one was definitely a lesbian and the other was very much a gay man- it was really cozy. Shelly just made it cozier with a blanket, a pastel patchwork quilt, a not too warm but not too cold blanket. Sprout sighed comfortably, then turned on the TV and just relaxed with the fossil as they watched Jurrasic Park, Shelly quickly getting invested just to tell him all the errors in the dinosaurs. Sprout just listened, happy he was distracting her well enough to keep her from getting suspicious - and from crying and thinking everyone abandoned her.
At the park, chaos had broken loose. Vee was having zoomies again... Though fortunately, Veronica had taken her away from the party area so nothing was destroyed. Well, that shouldn't have been, she had torn up the packaging they had to throw out and made it much easier to fit it all in the park's garbage cans lol
Sam was setting up the buffet, Shanon quietly stringing up the last dinosaur balloon, everything seemed almost perfect. Veronica soon came back over and sat down at a table with a sigh, brushing her hair off her shoulder before she grabbed her coffee and sipped it through the straw.
"Vee tiring you out again girl?" Shanon asked when she noticed the other had came back over, and Veronica just nodded with a sigh, setting her iced coffee back down.
"Oh definitely, I have no clue how Shelly keeps up with her, she was bouncing off the trees like they were bounce houses." Veronica stated with a tired sigh, making the two other handlers burst out laughing.
"I believe that one, she is so crazy sometimes." Shanon said after a good laugh, though the trio went quiet when Vee returned, still shaking with excitement, but calm enough to actually be somewhat normal as she just speedwalked right past them and checked every thing out. Though she soon grabbed a bag of dinosaur shaped glitter and was throwing it on the tables, yelling "NEEDS MORE GLITTERRRR" as she did so, making Veronica sigh as she looked at Shanon.
"We are so lucky she's acting like herself, even though, I do wonder how in the world they're both adults sometimes. Also that glitter is the biodegradable stuff I told you about, right?" Veronica asked, and Shanon nodded, not even flinching when she too had dinosaur shaped glitter throw on her by the very hyperactive robot.
"I swear that girl has untreated ADHD and endless whimsy... And yes I always buy the biodegradable glitter now that I know where it is. Oh and edible glitter, that's on the cake though." Shanon said, getting a nod in understanding in reply. Veronica was safe from the glitter. Sam, however, was not, as they soon were being chased by the robot demanding to put glitter on them. Veronica and Shanon just watched, then looked at each other.
"Should we text Sprout and tell him everything is set up before Sam gets murdered by dinosaur glitter?"
"Yeah most likely... I'm not saving them by the way, I get glitterbombed at least five times a day at my house now." Shanon replied as she pulled out her phone, ignoring the surprised look Veronica gave her. For a moment anyways, after she sent a text to Sprout, she looked over at the other. She then gave Veronica a quick kiss on the cheek, then got up, ignoring the fact that she had made the other blush hard.
"Vee leave them alone, Shelly's on her way." Shanon demanded gently, and Vee listened, going right back over to Shanon with a goofy grin on her face and the bag of glitter tight in one hand, a small box in the other.
"WIFE?!"
"Yes, she's coming, go hide so you can surprise her silly." Shanon gently told Vee, watching as the chaos entity of a robot zoomed off to do just that. Sam sighed as they went and sat back down in their chair, relieved to no longer be hunted down by the glitter hungry toon.
"Shanon you work miracles, how do you get her to listen so well?" Sam asked, getting a shrug from the dinosaur themed lady coated in dinosaur shaped glitter.
"Patience, love and care. And a lot of glitter... Lots of sleepless nights too, it's all worth it though. Her and Shelly definitely are worth it all... I just wish I knew where Delilah lived so we could have a nice chat about things." She replied as she dusted the glitter off, then went and hid under one of the tables so Vee wasn't the only one surprising Shelly. Even though it wasn't supposed to be that kind of surprise party... If it kept Vee tamed, it worked with Shanon. Veronica just looked over at her, then at Sam, who was checking their phone, then just slowly slipped under the table with Shanon. Might as well join in the chaos, eh?
It took about five minutes, but eventually the two had came, Shelly now in a flowing rainbow dress with one of Vee's sunhats- a white hat with rainbow flowers and a matching rainbow bow- on and was chatting to him casually.
"So I was like, Vee you can do whatever, ya know? Shanon doesn't care. So that's how Vee started walking dogs every Sunday."
"I never would've thought Vee would be the one to befriend the neighbors before you did, Shells. You're super outgoing!"
"Vee really really likes dogs." Shelly stated, though she paused at the gazebo the decorations were up in. Sprout just stood at her side, also looking at everything in awe, not having seen any of it himself either. Though before either of them could comment, Vee suddenly jumped out and threw glitter at Shelly, making the fossil burst out laughing.
"SURPRISE WE THREW A PARTY FOR YOU BECAUSE YOU'RE THE MOST PERFECT THING EVER AND I LOVE YOUUUU!" Vee yelled way too loudly to be intentional, immediately hugging her beautiful wife tight afterwards, shaking intensely from pure excitement and joy. Shelly hugged her right back, laughing hysterically at all of this, obviously not expecting it.
"Oh my god, Vee, you really did this for me?" Shelly asked once she had calmed down enough to, though she immediately snorted and started laughing again when Vee looked at her with this goofy asf grin on her face and eyes wider than ever thought possible.
"I begged Shanon to, I begged, you deserved it." Vee simply explained, then proceeded to smother her fossil wife's face in kisses and soft reminders that she's loved, her tail now a slight motion blur of green and black. Shelly continued to laugh happily as she was smothered in love, her own tail wagging quickly, completely oblivious to the trio of handlers that were now sitting around the table again and waiting for the love fest to end. If it ever did.
"Uhm... Yeah I don't think Vee's calming down any time soon guys." Sprout called out after watching this for a few minutes, getting tired sighs from the handlers, all three feeling a little defeated. Though once the love fest had ended, the party actually begun, and boy did Shelly have a great time. They played games, had all of Shelly's favorite foods, she got spoiled with presents and lots of visitors from the town just coming over to say hi and celebrate a little with the toons. Though the highlight of it all wasn't the cake, or the presents, or even the games.
Shelly was the happiest about the fact she was surrounded by the people she loved the most on her special day.
Though she did absolutely cry at Vee's gift, which was a silver heart locket with one empty side and one side that had a photo of all the mains together back at Gardenview, before anything happened, all posing together and making silly faces at the camera. The other side wasn't empty for long though- as once the day was over and they all were about to leave, Shelly took a photo for that side. The handlers and the toons all posing together, making funny faces at the camera, all coated in that rainbow dinosaur shaped glitter that Vee wouldn't stop throwing around all day. That picture- the perfect example of her new family- was what went into her locket. A little reminder that she's always loved. A reminder that she's never going to be forgotten ever again.
A perfect gift.
#this came to me in a dream#so I immediately started writing it yesterday#and I finished it today#dandys world#kais original post#kai's writing#shellvision#shellevision#caretaker shanon au#we love a happy fossil having a great day#even though I have no idea why I wrote it#lol#I'm sorry I haven't fed y'all in a few days I swear I have more#I'll probably post another later today#but for now feast#lmao
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it's may again, may first and pony keeps looking over his shoulder– expecting to find johnny somewhere. strewn over the sofa, jostling at the slightest noise but catching up on lost sleep in the only place he felt safe.
sitting at the kitchen counter, sharing a quiet but undeniably comfortable moment with darry.
leaning into soda, who slung his arm around johnny's shoulder like it meant nothing and everything.
snickering under his breath as twobit jokes with steve, theatric and smirking.
sipping away at a milkshake in those rare moments the gang all gathered to go to the diner.
waiting by the church's tall doors as pony walks past, faster.
a glimpse of him through the cade's kitchen window, hunching in on himself– giving a small grimace when he meets pony's eye.
he's everywhere in the places that hurt and nowhere pony needs him to be.
johnny isn't though, in any of those places, and the world keeps spinning.
[...] the black night// is huge, mute, and you are further forever than that.
death and the moon - carol ann duffy
johnny cade
1967
#the outsiders#the outsiders se hinton#johnny cade#ponyboy curtis#im just saying my teavher keeps emphasisng duffys not a “lesbian lesbian” poet#(not in those words)#that her experiences are generalisble to all sexualities#and i need to read more just so i can dismantle it and reconfigure it#bc white writing was Nawt heterosexual what r u on abt#intersectionality yes but also ???#she might be right im just spiteful#context : i study feminine gospels (poetry antthology) by miss duffy herself for english#i lauvvv wish and death and the moon so much#i dont avtually know the timelinr of the outsiders#i swear someone mare likr. An excel sheet but i fant find it 😔😔😔😔#just saying#ponyboy scratches stay gold into the rough stone#with a compass some years later#Or a switch who knkws#the outsiders musical#for the gravestone detail#i keep forgetting whats canon to each iteration Ragh
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#just one more paragraph i swear#… 1000 words later#fanfic#ao3#fanfiction#archive of our own#writers#writing fanfic
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pt. 4 of Get Home, hope yall enjoy this one.
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"Hey can we go back?" Cas says from the back seat, dean stopped abruptly and put it in reverse. Cas had spotted a grocery store.
They parked the car and got out, Cas tested the door and was surprised when it opened under his light touch.
They all walked in and gazed at the untouched aisles of perfectly preserved food. Save for a thin layer of dust on the shelves most of the food was in pristine condition-the current date not even touching the due date on most shelved items Dean passed.
Michael was drawn to the wine section, Adam and Cas were in the cake and candy aisle, Dean wandered over to the book section.
Cas grabbed him by the shoulders with Adam by his side and wheeled him through the different aisles all of them laughing.
"Food." He said as they stopped "grab some, grab a cart even." He encouraged, the aisles in this part of the store were short enough he could see over them and he could see different things that looked amazing, Poptarts, Redvines, savory things like potato chips and jars of pickles.
Once he spotted it his face stretched into a smile, he looked at Cas and almost like Adam wasn't there with them anymore-he grabbed the taller man's hand and dragged him over to a section of shelf where molding bread was laid to rest but despite that the greatest pastry invention in Dean's opinion was just sitting there, pumped full of artificial preservatives and almost as good at surviving apocalypses as the Twinkie. He presented to Cas The Franz Apple Pie.
Cas smiled at his friend, Dean gathered their whole stock of apple flavor and two cherry pies and they went to catch up to the rest of them.
"So you've never had one of these?" Dean asked smiling as they said their final goodbyes to that grocery store and packed the million bags of food and supplies into trunk and back seat. he had kept one out of the back of the car as a snack while they drive and was waving it around.
"Nope, never even thought to grab one when I've been at the store. I was really a green freak."
"Oh no, please tell me you didn't subject your daughter to any of that crap." he laughed with a mouth full of candy he snagged on the way out of the store and Castiel laughed with him.
"No, no I didn't. I let her have candy whenever she wanted. Claire had quite the sweet tooth." he smiled as they put the last few bags into the car.
"Well good, but you must have had a slice of pie every once in a while?"
"Yeah I guess, maybe for a birthday once?" he couldn't remember the last time he had pie-he assumed it was when he was a kid, the smell of freshly baked apples filled his nose as he tried to remember but the trauma clouded his gaze into the past like a thick fog it was no use so he just shrugged.
"Ah man, you don't even remember! okay hold on, if you don't know that's okay but what do you think you're favorite flavor of pie would be?"
Castiel had to think,
"Maybe cherry?"
Dean reached into the trunk, they were still gathered around the outside of the car, he pulled out a red package and handed it to Cas.
"there ya go, you have got to experience this for the first time. this pie is life saving, I'm glad I got two cherries." he laughed and walked passed Castiel. He stood there for a minute flustered before following Dean and getting into the backseat.
They continued on their journey to the state line, before long it was sunset and so at the first field they saw they decided to stop. it was next to a deserted farm and they saw horses roaming free as they set up their picnic. Adam had stocked up on the fresh looking fruit, so they had grapes and pears and even some strawberries, Michael had gotten fresh vegetables and a nice whiskey, Cas had picked up cake for desert, and the whole crew had more then enough for a few days as well as first aid and other supplies in the trunk of (technically) Michael's car.
They were indulging in everything they had foraged and gotten from that grocery store when night fell. It wasn't a surprise like that sunrise Cas and Dean had saw a few morning's ago, Dean saw nightfall on the horizon. He had learned the signs of night while he was with Cas and he could now see it in the trees-the way the wind blew through their leaves-and the way the birds all stopped singing like they knew to be quiet like his group had to be quiet. They had started a fire to counteract the chill that ran straight through them at night, it had been like that for the past couple nights. Adam said winter is near and Michael told them that he liked to be dramatic.
Cas stoked the fire and embers rose out of the hearth like fireflies, the wind carried them, his eyes followed the embers until they were camouflaged into the background behind Dean.
"I think it's time to turn in." Dean made Cas aware of his concern, for everything they were still out in the open. Dean was still confused on how this virus and the mosnters it made worked but he sure as hell knew they got more active at night and he also knew that they loved to roam.
"There's house ruins over there, the way they caved in there's a little half cave that can hide everyone from the front of this pasture." He informed Dean and the younger man nodded.
"You ready to turn in?" Dean raised an eyebrow and Castiel nodded.
Under all the grocery bags in the trunk were the coats that Cas had brought with him, and Michael had a blanket in the back just 'in case of emergencies' he had laughed about, Cas didn't understand.
He chose the warmest jacket, a tan trench coat that was slightly stained with ash that he'd found outside a church one evening when he was alone-before he had met anyone not infected. Now it looked like-even without knowing if Dean and him would ever take that next step, that step towards something more then just friends, something that was undeniably between them after all the shit they endured together, something like what Michael and Adam have-now it looked like he would never be alone again, not as long as he had Dean and friends with a little bit of common sense.
Cas walked into the enclave, carrying his trench coat in one hand and the slightly dusty blanket in the other. He tossed the blanket at Dean and he caught it with a snort.
"You want to sleep on the right or the left?" he had asked it like there was an actual bed under them instead of solid ground-like he wanted there to be a bed under them so he could accurately ask that question. Castiel blushed and paused actually thinking it over before sitting down.
"Right." he smiled and dean smiled back scooting over so Cas would have more room.
The enclave was much smaller then Cas had thought so there wasn't much room but it was enough for four people and within the hour, after Cas had laid down next to him, Dean was asleep. For the first time since his coma, Dean went down without a fight, without kicking and screaming and all the fun that came with intense night terrors.
At some point between falling asleep facing Dean's back and his REM cycle, Castiel had wrapped his arm around Dean's shoulders and was cuddling him in their sleep.
This was witnessed by Michael and Adam as they finally stopped dancing by the fire and crawled into the enclave to go to sleep.
"Not together my ass." Michael said to Adam as they curled up together giggling from the booze they drank.
It was sometime in the morning when Dean jolted awake, far too early for the sun, and he saw a flicker of light of the wall opposite to him. there was someone behind him, the light of a cigarette was casting a shadow on the wall in front of him. Michael was smoking, Castiel was still sleeping and Dean was barely awake anyway so it was easy for michael to say-
"Shh, this is just a dream, go back to bed" and Dean believe him.
In the morning, once everyone had woken up, they packed the car and got back on the road. They stopped at the first gas station that they saw and Michael siphoned gas from the gas tanker conveniently parked out front.
Adam informed Cas and Dean that he had never bothered with getting a drivers license so Michael occasionally let him practice in the impala,
"Yeah, it's actually really funny because i was almost an hour late for our first date." He said from the driver's seat of the impala.
"How so?" Dean had asked
"He couldn't drive, he was also new to the city so he didn't have the taxi phone number." Michael said from behind them.
"And I kept getting lost on the way there." He smiled at the memories and Dean and Cas smiled at each other.
After they had fueled up and Adam got to showcase his truly horrific driving skilz they got back on the road.
It was just within eyeshot, the 42nd barricade, a big 42 on the side of some repurposed metal behind a fence.
Then they saw the city behind it. a big burning ball of fire and destruction with no one to stop it. Dean thought about it, about turning the car around but he knew that this meant a lot and he didn't know where'd they go after that, so he didn't. he kept driving.
He parked the car, they got out and walked through a gap in the fence. There was no one to greet them, no supplies out in the open, it was like it was abandoned. Dean could sense the team's morale drop instantly.
"Are you fucking kidding me?" Michael was erratic, "This is it?!"
"Calm down,"
"I don't know about you guys but I don't like this, it feels like a trap."
"Hon. I feel like we should go"
One after one they all voiced their concerns apart from michael who walked away from them, around the corner-he growled a I'll be right back at everyone and disappeared. It was too quiet, it felt like a trap to dean and everyone else in the group.
That's when they heard the yelp and Dean knew it was over.
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#welp#my musical journey with this one has been Bastiel>Kansas>maroon 5 and that's what im listening to right as i'm writing this lol#i hope this turns out okay lol#if you're reading these before then oh boy fair warning this is gonna be a long one >:3#this is probably gonna out me as a north-westener but the store i imagine them in is Albertsons lol#but it's really any store that fits that description really#i just imgine albertsons because me and my friend's have had a similar experience at an albertsons and idk man#wasnt sponsored by Franz to write that blurb i just love those pies and i think anyone that knows them agrees with me tbh#UGHH alright one more part and then i'll post it to AO3 i swear#i'm writing this as i go and i was NOT going to overload yall with this last part so by the grace of the writing gods yall were spared#in a way#i feel like if you've watched#28 days later#then you know what comes next but whoo boy spn fans only dont know whats coming#michael spn#michael x adam#destiel#spn#castiel novak#dean winchester#dean and cas#deancas#zombie movies#zombie au#tumblr#tumblr fic#spn fic#fics#my fic
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back from the dead (snort)
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WAIT WAIT ARE YOU TELLING ME DEMETER HAS AN EPITHET REFERENCING VENGENFUL FURIES?! WAHT??? >:D!?!
asdfghjkl thank you! really glad u like her lol shes becoming my favouritest to doodle lol. also not at all! i really love that you kept the aspect of her grief that so many are keen to twist to villainise her or erase completely to invalidate her. both are awful imo
heres a quote from le ask (soon i promise 😭😂): "Demeter and Persephone share a strong bond compared to the other gods. After Persephones "death" Demeter was never really the same. Demeter relives the painful cycle annually, and carries a deep rooted bitterness toward the other gods for it."
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i actually think its hilarious and awesome to see that demeter can be herself with those shes close with (one of my favourite things in characterisations is when you have what seems to be a stern and serious presenting person breaking character at a dumb or inappropriate joke or something to that affect, it kills me everytime its so funny!)
anyway demeter is NOT not be confused with gaia (my girl knows how to have fun lol). but much like the rest of us shes got issues to work with and experiences to heal and grow from *finger guns*. 10/10 i think u did her justice. so much so i drew this for u hehe
under no cicumstances should she meet micheal scott lmao. humanity will never hear the end of "thats what _ said" jokes. ever.
her hair is lime green btw the light is making her blonde :/
#absolutely more demeter and persephone content when i get to it lol#(im so sorry it sounds like im hyping it up im not i swear XD)#but i have so many thoughts abt the three of them specifically#theres honestly not enough demeter and persephone fluff out there. i need the wholesome mother daughter love and friendship#read the three versions of sephs abduction on theoi a while back and aside from the writing being beautiful and emotional#(or im just a sucker for homeric language lol)#it really delivered the anguish & pain. honestly she was really sensible about it too (eveyrthing will be forgotten just bring her home)#then when she was refused her grief did what no mortal nor diety thought possible#thats motherly (and parental really) love right there#NEED IT#but i also enjoy them being little shits XD#anyway#demeter#they could never make me hate you#fun fact she had deep red hair at first but looked like poison ivy too much so i changed it to green lol#astron#astral train#my art#i have no self restraint#send help#will probably come back later tonight for whats in my drafts already
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Shapes and Strange Ciphers AU: Need a hand? Pt. 1
SaSC by me
Shapes and Pines by @/void-dude
Next Part
Bill and Ford
While exploring one of Gravity Falls’ caves, Bill stumbled upon a wall covered in ancient text. Bill recorded his findings and translated the writing to reveal an incantation to summon an oval-shaped entity. Bill hesitated to try the summoning but felt he couldn't miss the opportunity to push past his plateau and continue his research. So he read the incantation aloud.
Later that day, Bill experienced an extraordinary dream. While floating through an infinite cosmos filled with books and scrolls, Bill was greeted by the creature pictured on the cave walls. A yellow, oval-shaped being with one eye and glasses at its center–part of its form appeared chipped away. The entity, underwhelmingly named Stanford, told Bill that he was there to help expand his research by acting as a ‘mentor’.
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Bill, though wary in the beginning, grew to trust his new friend. Ford shared his knowledge of Bill's world and the oddities that resided in it–though never enough to satisfy the man. He would always leave Bill with a tease of new information, promising to teach him more later on. Like a fishing lure, Ford would use his extensive knowledge to reel Bill in and keep him close.
Ford also fed into Bill's narcissism, telling him that he was special and different from those who had summoned Ford in the past. This gave Bill the love and attention he so desperately craved, inflating his ego just enough to keep him happy and obedient. Before long, Bill was completely wrapped around Ford's finger, hanging on his mentor's every word, utterly infatuated. Ford believed Bill was ready for the next phase of his plan, but he had to be sure.
To test Bill’s commitment, Ford asked Bill to remove his lazy eye, reasoning that it was only holding him back and that doing so would prove Bill was serious about expanding his knowledge. Bill's lazy eye–something he was teased for while growing up, but also something that he and Tad had bonded over–was an innate part of his identity. But Bill didn't hesitate.
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A few months later, Ford revealed that it was nearly time for him to leave, explaining to Bill that he didn't have anything else to teach him, and soon there would be no point in staying. Bill was caught off guard and desperate to keep his Mentor close. He frantically searched for an excuse to have Ford stay, telling him that he still has so much more to learn, not just about his world, but about Ford’s too. Bill’s desperation grew, overtaking his mind in hopeless pleas. Don’t leave me. Please. Please don’t leave me alone. Not again.
Seeing Bill's anguish over his leaving, Ford relented before offering a solution. He explained that it wouldn’t matter if he talked about the makings of his world because Bill couldn’t experience it for himself–unless he could. Ford admitted to knowing a way for Bill to explore not just Ford’s world, but countless others, hinting that he could also continue as Bill’s mentor–if Bill was fully prepared to expand his research. Bill jumped at the opportunity, swearing that he was ready. Ford revealed his plan: Bill needed to create a portal that would open a gateway to other worlds, allowing him to explore beyond the limits of his dimension.
Bill was eager to create the portal, especially since he could work on calculations with Ford. However, they still needed to gather materials and build the machine. After realizing that it would take far too long to do on his own, Bill called his old college friends–some lent him supplies, while others traveled to Gravity Falls to help him build. But Ford was not happy. He chose Bill to do the work, not his bumbling group of ‘friends’ with their useless degrees. What infuriated him the most wasn’t that Bill had gone over his head, but that he was right–things were progressing much faster with their help. But this didn’t matter to Ford. He already knew the sting of trusting the wrong person, so he wanted them gone.
Ford couldn’t outright tell Bill to kick his friend out, so he restored to planting subtle doubts in Bill's mind, suggesting that his friends might sabotage their work. Bill, initially confused, tried to reassure Ford that there was nothing to worry about. However, Ford persisted, slowly dripping poison into Bill’s mind. Slowly, Bill began to believe him. He started double-checking his friends’ work, scrutinizing the materials they brought, and analyzing their actions. Ford's words gnawed at Bill until he was on the brink of sending away his friends. It was only after Ford confided in Bill, sharing how trusting the wrong person had cost him everything, that Bill was fully convinced.
One by one, Bill began dismissing his friends with various excuses, though it was clear that he simply didn't want them around anymore. Over time, they watched Bill twist into someone they barely recognized–cold and distant, treating them less like friends and more like subordinates. Some tried convincing Bill to let them stay, but he wouldn't budge. He told them they were no longer needed and that he couldn’t risk their shoddy work jeopardizing his project. In the end, Bill all but called them stupid before severing ties and destroying his friendships.
However, one friend, Jheselbraum, stayed behind. She sensed something was off and wanted to keep an eye on Bill, making sure he was safe. Jheselbraum would stop by Bill's home to check on him and hang out, and while he enjoyed her visits, Ford would always convince him to send her away. Eventually, Bill banned her from coming over, insisting he needed to focus on finishing his project and couldn’t afford any distractions. But Jheselbraum persisted, calling daily to check on Bill until she finally convinced him to let her at least drop off food.
Every time she visited, Bill was either locked away in the basement or gone from the house entirely. On the rare occasions she saw him, Jheselbraum noticed how worn down he looked–becoming more decrepit with each passing day. She tried talking to him, but he either ignored her or brushed her off, insisting he was fine and too busy with his project to worry about his appearance. The more she tried reaching out to help him, the further away he felt, like an ever-widening chasm. She could scream and still, he wouldn’t hear her, her voice swallowed by the void between them. Even when standing in the same room, Jheselbraum couldn’t help but feel they were miles apart, and it frustrated her.
It wasn’t long before Jheselbraum reached her breaking point. One day, she noticed a trail of blood leading to the basement and found Bill crumpled on the floor. She managed to get him out of the basement and into her car, wanting to take him to the hospital. But during the drive, Bill woke up and demanded she take him back home. He insisted he was fine and that a hospital visit would only waste more of his time. Jheselbraum tried reasoning with him but Bill rolled his eyes and muttered, “I knew you’d get in the way.”
Jheselbraum went silent, and her grip tightened on the steering wheel. She turned the car around, helped Bill back into his house, and placed him in a chair. She patched up his wound in continued silence. When she finished, she stood up, looked Bill in the eye, and told him that she was done. She wouldn’t be dropping off food or visiting anymore. She was through with him. However, Jheselbraum couldn’t bring herself to leave Gravity Falls completely. She was angry, but a feeling in her gut wouldn’t allow her to leave. Something was wrong. Though she couldn’t pinpoint what, she knew she had to stay–lingering around places she thought Bill might go, hoping to catch a glimpse of him. Her actions more akin to monitoring a suspicious than simply looking out for old friend.
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Now that Bill was alone, Ford concentrated his manipulation into pushing Bill further into isolation. He used Jheselbraum's leaving as proof that Bill couldn’t trust anyone–except for Ford. Yet, Bill began second guessing himself, more importantly, Bill geban second guessing Ford.
Bill tried his best to remain focused on building the portal, but doubt gnawed at the edges of his mind, festering until he couldn’t ignore it any longer. What exactly was Ford planning to do with the portal? Bill hated the thought–hated that he was question his mentor–but he couldn’t help it.
As soon as this doubt bubbled to the surface of Bills mind, Ford new instantly. Ford attempted to reassure bill, emphasizing that the portal was more beneficial for him than it was for Ford, stressing that his only concern was Bills success. However, this reassurance didn’t fully take hold, and Ford knew it.
Bill continued to build the portal, doubt still lingering in his mind. He didn't want to believe that his mentor had ulterior motives. Desperately, he clung to their friendship like a life raft in a vast, empty sea–though one of his own making. He wanted to believe Ford, to trust that their partnership was genuine. But as time passed, his doubts only deepened, and he bagan to long for his old friends.
Before Bill could act on his feelings, Ford intervened with further manipulation, choosing to have a ‘heart-to-heart’. He reminded Bill of their previous conversation about how trusting the wrong person had cost Ford everything. This time, he revealed that it was his brother who he had misplaced his trust in, leading to the loss of his family and his dimension–everything. Ford claimed that his journey for knowledge was meant to help others, serving as a way to overcome his past.
Ford also admitted that he had lied to Bill in the past, but not out of malice. He confessed that he was ashamed of his limited understanding of Bill’s dimension. Having always prided himself on his vast wealth of knowledge, Ford felt inadequate and uncertain about to teaching Bill. He explained that he feared Bill would take advantage of his naivety–just like his brother had. However, over the course of their partnership, Ford had come to genuinely trust Bill and was happy to call him a true friend.
Moved by Ford’s supposed vulnerability, Bill apologized to for doubting him, realizing that he had been wrong. Ford’s manipulation had work. Sensing the shift in Bills mind, Ford seized the moment to reveal a new ability: the power to control someone's body through their mind. He asked if he could try it on Bill. More trusting of his mentor than ever before, Bill admently agreed.
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Weeks passed, Bill and Ford settled into a routine. When Bill was awake, he worked on the portal. But when he was asleep, Ford took control of his body and did the work to keep Bill alive–ensuring he ate, drank, and rested. Of course, Ford would also work on little side projects. Using the schematics of a former interdimensional follower, he created a tool that could erase memories, hiding it from Bill. Ford knew it was only a matter of time before one of Bill's pests would try to interfere, and he wanted to be prepared. It didn’t take long before he was proven right.
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#gravity falls#bill cipher#stanford pines#shapes and pines au#tad strange#stanley pines#sascau#writing#4/8 posts#sorry it took so long#I realized that posting the entire thing would be too long#plus it would take me longer to finish#so here's a part 1 leaving on a cliff hanger#ill try to get part 2 out a quick as possible I swear!#there is only 1 lore comment but part 2 will have a big one about Jheselbraum#plus a small one about Bill#I might add a little more to Fiddleford later#Anywho thanks for taking the time to read the mess#have a great day or night!
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good morning friendz and happy thursday !! if you listen closely, you can hear people all around the world quoting mean girls today bc why? well, it’s october 3rd 🙂↕️ i wish you all a wonderful day !! mwah !
#i wanna YAP.#so hi :3#dropping my first kinktober fic for a character i’ve hardly ever written before .. who else is scared !!!!!!#jkjk … mostly#is it rlly kinktober if im not a little scared ??#anywhosies !!!!!#there was a crazy thunderstorm last night and the way my kitty luffy wasn’t scared at all#he was snoozing next to me while the whole house shook like bro has no fear i swear#obi was no where to be seen tho :( he’s a lil nervous guy sometimes#poor lil baby#i miss them :( can’t wait to rush home after work & get cozy with them !!!#and write some more teeheeeee <33#hmm . what else . . .#i love u guys thanks for putting up with my nonsense#TTYL !!!!! ENJOY THE DAY !!!#fic is queued and i will return later once the horrors subside#₊˚⊹ ᰔ xoxo aims#ヾ( ˃ᴗ˂ )��� — ✩ daily yap.
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Ramayan: a character analysis
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Link to part 2
I just found a paper which had a Ramayan and Mahabharat stupid character analyses cause me and my friend couldn't be bothered to do physics and maths so I'm gonna share them with y'all >:D
Its kinda school / work/ jumble au made for funsies :3
Lakshman:
The Original Angry Bird
Its also his nickname
probably had a emo and My Little Pony phase
He knows all the My Little Pony lore
He's the guy who can basically conjure up anything and everything the second you need it
Some idiot (read: us): aw, dammit- I forgot the lighter!
Lakshman, tending to a fire he made with nothing but a leaf: what?
I'd like to think he's also very paranoid about hygiene
He has a secret fanclub he's unaware of
EXTREMELY COMPETITIVE AND WILL DO HIS BEST TO DECIMATE THE OPPONENT WITHOUT HESITATION
•will shake the opponent's hands in congratulations/his version of 'you did good' (depending on the result of the match) after whatever they were competing for while smiling and speaking in the kindest tone known to mankind as if he just hadn't attempted murder :)
The house is FULL of woodworking projects he's made by himself- people see a LOT of them on Urmila's and Ram's desks/workplaces/lockers :)
Adding onto that he almost always has like tiny little wood chips/sticking eticking on to HIM AND HIM ONLY👍
Shatrughan:
Who?
he's the kid who took arts as a stream, probably
He writes fanfiction on characters that deserve more attention than they get
Has ALL the tea even though noone even THOUGH HE'S NOT EVEN PRESENT AT THE SCENE IN THE CCTV-
He's the great vent-entity that possesses every vent in existence, that's how-
He's the guy with PERFECT attendance but somehow STILL gets questioned if he's even in class or not :(
He's the very cool wine uncle and has a very great taste in fashion
Spews out show/game references left and right
Has a secret book with masterplans on how to pull the greatest pranks in history
#incorrect ramayan quotes#ramayana#ramayan incorrect quotes#ramayan#lakshman#shatrughan#indian mythology#hindublr#hindu mythology#hindusim#hindu myths#hindu#hindu gods#i only had the energy to type 2#i swear ill add more later#lemon writes
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browsing stormlight art on tumblr and ran into a post about how different dalinars life would have been with a somewhat healthier childhood and i think someone tagged it 'kaladin adopts young dalinar au' or something
anyways i propose a Make Everybody Worse au. teenage dalinar and gavilar get dropped directly into formenos and unofficially adopted by feanor a few years before the flight of the noldor. they both participate in the First Kinslaying/Oath/Losgar and then feanor dies. maedhros adopts them and then thangorodrim happens. maglor adopts them for a few years until mae gets rescued. they participate in the first few decades of the wars of beleriand, after which they get dropped back into the middle of alethkar.
on the noldorin side of things, m&m assume the random children they sort-of adopted (300some years before Secondborn were awakened) got killed somewhere in the battle. the kidnap fam situation now has the additional context of m&m having known even more pairs of children who died because of the Oath - one pair killed in the Second Kinslaying, one pair who presumably died in battle because they swore the Oath
on the alethi side of things, dalinar & gavilar are now Oathbound kinslayers who just lost five-to-ten parental figures and all their friends, and spent most of their lives being actively encouraged in war and military strategy. they also skipped the entirety of the navani-related conflict and are probably somewhat closer because of that. violence ensues.
#stormlight archive#silm adjacent#crossover#dalinar kholin#gavilar kholin#feanorians#silm crack i guess#why would feanor adopt them? not sure#though if two vengeful children with swords speaking an entirely foreign language fell through his ceiling he would want to Study Them#and given that they have no apparent way to get back to roshar and no other guardians i dont think nerdanel would object to it#shed probably be interested in figuring out alethi language at least#give them five years and the kholins have brand new red crested helms and noldorin steel swords#and feanor has a freshly revived linguistics special interest and a brand new treatise on alethi glyph writing#actually yeah he would absolutely be fascinated by Alien Writing System#(meanwhile im sure the kholins would be vorin-ly scandalized by Man Who Invented Written Language lol)#inspired by me reading all the bondsmith parts of oathbringer and reflexively going 'no oaths!!!'#like theres a little elrond in the back of my head lol#but yeah. worst of both worlds. congrats kholins have fun#even elrond gets bonus oath trauma despite being born several centuries later#from what ive seen teenage kholins were definitely bloodthirsty enough and common-sense-lacking enough to swear the Oath#so theres an opportunity to work more Oath Feelings into it for celebrimbor as well#since they would be around his age years-wise i think? just human age instead of elf age but close enough to probably know them#lol imagine curufin going 'hey tyelpe your grandfather wants to take in these weird kids he found. theyre Aftercomers who speak#an alien language and write completely differently and they fell through the ceiling. do you want to go chat with them or something'#tyelpe having Weird Aftercomer Not-Cousins around his age who 'died' for the Oath...
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