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lordofhunger47 · 2 years

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Campfire Of Horrors

It was Summerween and The Third Summer for The Mystery Twins. After Weirdmageddon Summerween’s tradition was nearly extinct thanks to the copious amount of PTSD generously given by the ruler of the Nightmare Realm and considering no one was in the mood of reliving that experience by cosplaying as monsters, even though the citizens of Gravity Falls have become well-acquainted with the Supernatural inhabitants there was no Summerween Holiday for some time. Fortunately, thanks to the magic of therapy, The Stans, a couple of rebellious teens and time the Holiday has returned during the Twins’ Third Summer, with the teens in question including the Pines siblings having a campfire together in the woods. It wasn’t an easy task thanks to the Mayor becoming a sniveling mess every time he is reminded of Odd-Apocalypse and it was a long process, yet eventually, Cutebiker became comfortable enough to let the Holiday be brought back.

Dipper and Mabel with other teens which included their best friend Wendy, the girls Candy and Grenda, the emo of the group Robbie and his on and off girlfriend Tambry(Let’s just say their relationship had a lot of ups and downs), Thompson(because why not?), Gideon who was now technically almost a teen, Pacifica the heiress of her now somewhat rich parents(who she blackmailed by bringing the “Bell” thing to child services which made her father both annoyed and proud at the same time), and the two doofuses Nate and Lee all were circling around a campfire somewhere outside of the town swapping stories, having laughs and sometimes like all teenagers having sparred with each other, like seeing who has the worst track record on relationships.

“-Believe me, Paz, no one tops on having a disastrous romance life as me.” Dipper’s sister informed Paz with a slight cringe at being reminded, with Gideon looking sheepish with Dipper glaring at him.

“Not as atrocious as the Princess of the wild woods’ relationships I doubt,” Pacifica noted in a ridiculed tone.

“HEY!” Wendy outraged.

“The tattoo guy, the Volleyball jock…” The blonde counted with her fingers “him.” She nodded to Robbie.

“HEY!” Valentino outcried.

“You can’t blame me for this, it’s true.” She shrugged.

The Redhead groaned “I swear you make some bad choices in pursuing relationships and everyone would hold you for life for it…” she muttered with Robbie muttering as well, although much emo-ish.

“Welcome to womanhood,” Tambry said with a smirk at her best friend being made fun of for her rather low standard in pursuing relationships.

“Ah, enough with teen drama will ya? This’s Summerween, we’ suppose to swamp horror stories, not bein’ swapping scandalizes like some Beverly Hills movie.” Gideon suggests to the group, getting really tired of all the teenage drama.

“Yeah, the little dude is right, this is the perfect time for spooking!” Nate agreed.

“Or We can do that game in which each time someone loses a bet, they would lose their clothes!” Candy advised with a rather too-looking forward tone, after that everyone looked at her with weird looks “Or not.” She decided to drop that, feeling the weight of everyone’s gaze.

“AGREE! NOTHING PUMPS YOUR BLOOD LIKE A GOOD HORROR STORY IN THE WOODS!” Grenada concurred.

“E-everyone hold me if I get a panic attack, I don’t do well with horror…” Thompson stated.

“Dude, are you still haunted by that movie? It wasn’t even a horror one, it was a comedy!” Lee bellowed out.

“It gave existential crises…” The chubby boy stated in a fearful tone.

“There was…”

“I swear if you mention that Road Trip fiasco, I will matchmake you with a Leprecorn!” Mabel threatened Candy from talking about their trip on a van with Stan during the first summer which she drew back to do so, to this day that event made Mabel, Dipper, Grenada, and Candy recoil at how stupid everything about it was like some poorly made fanfiction, Candy had a temporary crush on Dipper, Mabel was a hypocrite and a jerk, Dipper took the worst lessons from her sister and grunkle, there were spiders and that was an astounding achievement considering the very idea of having a road trip when Bill was still around and the Unicorn shield was activated just then came from the supposedly self-proclaimed genius of the Pines Family Ford Pines! Not to mention they basically left those Spider-people to continue feasting on humanity until some chainsaw-loving lunatic decided to have a visit there, let’s just say since then the Jorōgumo race learned to fear humans, and later the news said that the place got lit up in fire by some freak accident.

“What about you dude? I bet you saw a lot of scary stuff!” Nate looked over to Dipper, who was like a little brother to him.

“Oh, you have no idea! In fact, let me get my phone…” He put his cup on the wood and brought his phone from his pocket and proceeded to search for a video he was looking for, he got a new phone to stop Mabel from her continuous teasing and being privy about his media history.

“Ah, right here.” He showed the screen to everyone as they turned their eyes on it, it was one of his Dipper’s Guide to the Unexplained videos he had with his sibling during the First Summer and it just happens to be about The Island Beast which they come across, the video was of them running on a boat frantically running and shouting from a giant disgusting Island with a mouth of human-looking teeth and glowing milky eyes, seeing that promoted everyone to startled and disgusted with Tambry leaving her phone and Thompson with a yelp fall backward.

“That’s one ugly fudger right there.” The dyed-haired girl commented.

“Ew, it looks like one of those creatures from Never Mind All That but with a severe deformity.” Pacifica was repulsed by seeing this creature.

“I guarantee you, it gets even scarier if it’s played backward!” Mason played it backward which turned the entity’s gibberish into a comprehensible speech.

"YOU DARED INTERRUPT MY SLUMBER! ENTER MY MOUTH CHILDREN! ENTER YOUR DESTINY!"

Everyone sit silent, Robbie was paler than usual, Gideon looked at it with morbid fascination, Tambry for once left her phone, Wendy looked outraged at the fact that his two favorite people were nearly eaten and had thoughts of ways to make the abomination pay, the now returned Thompson was agitated in fear sweating, Grenda and Candy were holding hands, Lee and Nate looked in fear.

"Dude…that's straight out of a horror movie!" Nate uttered.

"I think I'd rather go to the pool from now on…" Tambry muttered, throwing any idea of swimming there.

"Don't worry, our great uncles have dealt with it," Mabel assured them.

"Dealt like how?" Thompson questioned.

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* bang!bang!bang!* a series of superheated plasma hit on a small island, burning one of its trees and a bush, resulting in the Island floating up and revealing its hideous true form

“YM TPURRETNI OT SERAD OHW…”

It was cut short upon seeing a boat with two angry old men with the intent of murder, one had his brass knuckles ready and the other with a blaster still smoking from the shots now leaving it and readying a much bigger scifi rifle and pointing it at it.

A powerful beam of energy hits after the rifle is charged and it with everything got swallowed by an intense light.

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"Let's just say, you're lucky you've never been on their bad side." Mabel's brother informed everyone with everyone accepted that explanation.

"Next me! Next me!" Gleeful brought one hand up.

"Alright Gideon, it's your turn." Dipper gestured.

“There was one time a boy wanted to get his hands on a limited edition train toy, he holds money, especially for that. Until some kid older than him bought it just the minute the boy set foot in the shop with his money, he at first tried to use the money in bribing the older kid to give him the toy but he refused, anger at such a prospect of not getting what he wanted he used his money to buy a grimoire from an antique shop, he summoned a demon to get that toy and made a deal with him; however, the demon done more than that and brought his corpse, the boy was not pleased so he said ‘Why did ya do that?’ so the devil said ‘You didn’t put any limits on the contract.’ so he disappeared out the blue leaving the kid to drag the corpse and bury it in the backyard of his when his parents were out of the house, by then maggots were feasting upon it and reeked, the police never found the corpse after the boy buried it as fertilizer for his garden.``

Everyone where quiet, this time for a different reason, everyone looked at Lil suspiciously with Thompson nudging a bit away his seat from him, and that was when the white-haired boy registered what this is all about.

“Oh come on! do y'all think I would low myself to deal with otherworldly powers over some toy like a petulant child?” he protested scandalized.

“ Yes.” everyone at the same time answered which caused the Gleeful boy to sour, even to this day no one let him forget about his “ Phase ”.

“Anywayyyyy, I have a story to tell so everyone listens!” Sometimes Tambry’s boyfriend decided to tell one. “It was during a storm, a guy got stranded in a snowy mountain due to his plane crashing, he was the only survivor, after hours of scavenging around the crash site for food, equipment and anything that could help him, during the night, he heard the flaps of wings of something big near him when he was cooking some meat on a stick near a campfire. He looked around and saw something in the dark.” By then he grabbed his phone to shine a light on his face as everyone looked in anticipation. “HOOT! It was the Owlman stealing his biscuits!”

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robotic squirrel with thrusters, and a very angry Mongolian Sand Worm inside of an aquarium, three redhead kids at the age of 12 appeared out of nowhere.

“I told you messing with time is a horrible idea!” a redhead boy remarked.

“Well, it's not like I intended for us to meet our younger parents! I was meaning to go back in time during the 19th century for my history assignment!” a 12 years old redhead girl refuted.

“Normally, I’m all for chaos but I would rather not accidentally stop our parents from ever tying the knot, there is no telling what would happen if that happens! What if we cease existing, creating multiple timeline branches, or heck, end up being someone else’s children!?” another 12-year-old girl with puffed-style hair and glasses widened her eyes at such implications.

“I get it, I get it, time-traveling is off the menu!” Annabel shook off and put the Time-traveling tap away on a shelf. “I don’t like time travel anyway, It is too convoluted, and rarely makes any sense.”

“Good thing Mom and Dad don’t know about this, or we would be grounded again .” the only male of the triplets sigh in relief.

“YOU'RE ALL IN AN UNIVERSE OF TROUBBBBLE!” The triplet's furious mother who was none other than Wendy flipping Corduroy herself roared in such a volume that even far away from the basement, they could hear her, somehow she found out that her and Dipper’s kids were messing with forces of time and she was not happy.

Annabel grimaced as if she was expecting Ragnorak to come toward her and her siblings “You just HAD to jinx it, have ya!?” Ava gritted her teeth at the now embarrassed Tyrone.

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janenjacken · 3 years

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Welcome to Gravity Falls, Paz !

So Pacifica just accepted that she was almost murdered by living golf balls ? Ok ???

#gravity falls #mabel #mabel pines #mabifica #pacifica #pacifica northwest #pacifica elise northwest #the golf war #Welcome to gravity falls Paz!#mabel fanart #Pacifica fanart #Mable x Pacifica

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nataliedanovelist · 4 years

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GF - The Girls and Their Ghosts

For @evaroze, a sweet gal who inspired me with her super kawaii art. I hope you enjoyed it! And a special shout out goes to @stephreynaart and her comic, who never fails to make me laugh and I couldn’t help but include it in this piece. (There may or may not be a part 2...)

(slight name change to better fit a cute headcanon)

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“MOVE! MOVE! OUTTA THE WAY!”

“Ouch!”

“Sorry, sorry!”

“Oh, dear me!”

“SHADDUP! MOVE!”

“Stanley, calm down.”

“PICK UP THE PACE, SIXER, I AIN’T MISSING THIS!”

Ford rolled his eyes with a smile on his worn face, weather-beaten and tired, but he continually ran after his twin. Despite the fact that their bodies would hate them for this later, they ran through the hospital as fast as they could. They weren’t this late when Soos had his son. Luck just hadn’t been by their side this time.

After battling a fierce storm to reach the coastline, finding the Stanmobile and having to explain why they were picking it up earlier than scheduled, racing to the center of the state, and parking in an emergency handicap spot, the old sailors in their mid-eighties used all of their strength to reach the Gravity Falls Hospital in time. While Ford was beyond jubilant, Stan was the most frantic and spirited, but that didn’t mean Ford didn’t punch three jerks in the face when confronted at the docks and that he would have no issue using a recovered memory gun to wipe some cops’ memories of a speeding Diablo.

Stan jammed the button for the elevator a few times, decided it was too slow, and bolted to the stairs. Ford followed, pulling out his magnet gun, and called, “Stanley, grab hold of me!”

Inside the stair-covered hallway, Stan grabbed his brother tightly and Ford shot upward, zapping them up a few floors and they landed like cats at the door to the sixth floor. They ran down the hall and Stan counted the doors. “Four… five… six… damn it, where’s eighteen?!”

“Grunkle Stan?”

Stan would recognize that voice anywhere. He ran faster (Ford didn’t think that was even possible) and around the corner Mabel, Gideon, Soos, and Dipper and Mabel’s parents were in a small waiting lobby. Mabel skipped to the old men happily, letting her orange-haired fiancee stay behind at a safe distance, and she hugged them tightly. Ford and Stan squeezed her tightly, haven’t seen her since the summer, the old tradition of a long reunion still going strong, and they soon let her go to have a look at the beautiful young lady with long brown hair, eyes that matched their own, and black lips with pink eyeshadow.

“Well?” Ford huffed, low on oxygen.

“She’s fine, everything’s okay.” Mabel giggled and patted their shoulders. “Any minute now.”

“We did miss it?” Stan checked hopefully.

“Nope!” Mabel said cheerfully. “They wanted to be alone for this, but when the baby’s born we can all go in.”

Stan held his pounding chest and collapsed into a chair. Soos was there to pat his shoulder and welcome him home, to which he immediately asked where his grandson was and if he was too cool for him now, but Soos just laughed and said that Melody would bring him once everything had calmed down.

An hour or so passed before nurses and the doctor started to leave the room. A few more minutes passed with everyone watching the door carefully and soon a very tired-looking Dipper emerged, pinching the bridge of his nose with a bandaged hand. It was amazing how much he resembled the men before him, sturdy and strong like his Grunkle Stan, but still fluffy and favored layers of clothing, like his Grunkle Ford. Like most men in the family, he required glasses, which he happily sported, alongside a small golden band on his left hand and a brown fur coat an old friend had given to him as a wedding present. Dipper had a little bit of stubble, promising a short old dutch beard and possibly a mustache (Stan prayed not a stupid mustache), and despite the bags under his eyes and the tiniest bit of redness that circles his soft brown spears, the windows to his soul sparkled with pure joy and his smile was radiant.

In an instant, his twin sister ran to him and he engulfed her in a huge hug, one that swept her off her feet and spun her around and made her giggle like the child she was at heart. Mabel eventually let him go to ruffle his hair and then asked, “So…”

Dipper grinned, his eyes sweeping the area to see who had arrived in time, and he croaked, his throat thick with emotion, “It’s a girl.”

Mabel squealed and bounced like there were springs at the bottom of her heels. Their parents high-fived and the new grandmother looked close to tears. Soos punched Gideon’s shoulder with a smile. Stan sneakily handed Ford a ten dollar bill, both grinning widely at the arrival of their first great-grandniece. God, that made them sound ancient.

“Congratulations, Dipper!” Ford cheered and clapped a six-fingered hand on his shoulder.

“So when can we see the little princess?” Stan asked with a huge smile.

“Right now,” Dipper said and opened the door for the small crowd.

Stan slipped his beanie off and held it with hands that trembled with excitement. Every time he was allowed in a delivery room had been special. Dipper and Mabel being born had been both painful and joyful, being the first new family members that didn’t hate him or pity him. Jacob Stanley Ramirez’s birth had been honorable with tears and hugs and no hint of pain, though Stan never became a father like he had once dreamed, he was now a grandfather. Now, his own little niblings had a baby to call their own. Stan had been terrified that he might not live to see this day, so he was grateful that not only he got to be here, but that Ford was here with him.

In the bed, freshly cleaned, tired, and glowing with pride and love, Pacifica held a pink bundle in her arms. Dipper was by her side soon enough, rubbing her shoulders and kissing her forehead in thanks. Her smirk immediately went to the old men, but it was too distracted by a trembling, squealing woman her age.

“Oh my gosh, oh my gosh! Paz, she’s perfect!”

“You haven’t even seen her yet, Mabel.”

“Don’t care, she’s my niece, therefore she’s perfect!”

“Well, come here and meet your goddaughter.” Dipper chuckled.

Mabel was suddenly deadly still, the still-est she had been all day. With the color drained from her face and making her look like a vampire thanks to her mixture of pink and black outfit, she whispered, “I’m… I’m…”

The new parents nodded with supportive smiles. “No one’s better for the job, hon.” Pacifica said earnestly.

Mabel could only bite her lip as she stood by her twin and peered down at the bundle.

Stan and Ford stood by her side, now at the foot of the bed, and awed at the sight. A teeny tiny head was swaddled in the midst of the soft blanket. It was like when Stan saw those newborn twins all over again. A blank canvas with small resemblances to their parents. Stan swore this gal had that Pines’ baby button nose and she somehow already had that perfect Northwest skin complexion. His opinion may be biased, but who cares? This baby was the most beautiful Stan had ever seen (right next to his other kids, duh).

“Wow…” Stan choked. “She’s p-p-pretty.”

“Stanley, are you crying?” Ford chuckled.

“Shaddup.” He said weakly and wiped his wet eyes with his arm.

Pacifica smiled warmly and offered, “Wanna hold her, you old fart?”

With a quick cough and a clearing of his throat, Stan nodded and sat in the offered chair by Pacifica’s side. At this point the old man was an expert on accepting babies and how to hold them properly. He had been practicing since he was seventeen and got to hold Shermie’s son, who today became a grandfather and looked ready to fight Stan for a chance to hold the baby.

However, this time was different. Stan couldn’t be selfish with his time with her. She had tons of other people to love her and make sure she was happy. She didn’t need him. So much unlike Stan, who fought Shermie for five more minutes to hold the twins, and who held Jacob for hours as he cried silently, he let Ford hold the newborn after a few minutes and was content in watching. The rapid trip had tired him out.

“What’s her name?” Ford asked his grandnephew.

“Angelina Susan.” Dipper said proudly.

Everyone was merciful enough to ignore how wet Pacifica’s eyes were.

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Ford had been having a conversation with Dipper over mugs of coffee while Stan entertained Angel when the conversation accidentally morphed into a monologue of Dipper explaining the progress of his ghost-hunting show to his old idol. Ford was listening. Or, half-listening.

As it was customary, Stan found a new snuggle buddy by letting Dipper’s daughter sleep on his chest, a hand over Angel protectively. The baby was almost a year old now and slept with her thumb in her mouth with dirty-blonde hair that she inherited from both parents. Ford smiled at the bright child. While Stan had always been amazing with children, there was something special about Angel that Ford couldn’t quite shake. Seeing her so happy and at peace made him feel the same way.

Later that night, Ford was in the kitchen for something to drink when he heard the start of a baby’s cries. He and Stan were staying with Dipper and Pacifica for the holidays this year while the Mystery Shack was undertaking repairs, and so the old sailor had no issue assisting with the baby if he could to repay the parents for their hospitality by letting them sleep. In his cozy blue flannel pajamas, Ford quietly entered Angel’s nursery and peeked inside, his ears cursed with the stressed cries and he was determined to solve whatever problem the baby had and to put her at ease.

Angel’s cries morphed into whimpers at the sight of the old man above her crib. Her lip trembled and she held her little arms up for him. Ford chuckled and gently scooped her up. “Oh, it’s alright, my dear. It’s alright. I’m here.” He cooed softly and rubbed her back, letting Angel rest her tiny head on his shoulder. “What’s the matter, sweetheart?”

Ford ran through his big head for a diagnosis of Angel’s distress. No bad smells, no sign of pain or injury. She might be hungry, Ford thought, but just as he was about to leave with her for the kitchen to try to find some milk to give her, the aged scientist noticed something. Angel was holding him very tight. Though she was no longer wailing, she was still crying, even trembling a little, but she did not feel cold. Ford re-positioned Angel to feel her forehead, but she did not feel warm. He then saw her beautiful baby blue eyes and knew what was wrong. Angel had been terrified by something.

Ford smiled softly and held her by his shoulder again to rub her back and he swayed slightly where he stood. “It’s alright, it’s alright, my lovely. It was only a nightmare. They all go away eventually, trust me.”

He and Angel slowly settled into the rocker for restless babies and Ford gently pushed back and forward. Angel was no longer crying now, still clinging onto her uncle’s pajamas tightly, like he was a lifeline, but she was starting to calm down and understand that she was safe. “That’s it, my little angel, that’s it.” Ford praised her quietly.

A quick glance outside told him that it had started to snow in the middle of the night. He smiled at the idea of playing with Angel in the morning, wrapped up like Eskimos and enjoying the gift nature had provided. An old song came to mind and so Ford hummed it quietly to the baby. Perhaps Ma had sung it a fair few times, or maybe it was a brand new tune Ford had made up. Who knows? Regardless, soon Angel was fast asleep and the old man had no strength to get up, so Dipper would simply have to find them in the morning and sneak a picture for jokes and memories.

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Three years passed. Angel was a bubbly, curious child with a pair of baby twin sisters, Stella and Estelle. It was nice to know Dipper and Mabel wouldn’t be the only set of twins in the family. Mabel and Gideon had their own family, Jacob had even grown up and graduated high-school just a few weeks ago. Stan was beyond proud, and the last four years on land with Dipper and his family to help around the house and practically work at the Mystery Shack had brought its own joys as did sailing around the world. But he was tired.

Ford held his hand when he didn’t have the strength one morning to get out of bed. They had been silent, simply enjoying each other’s presence, for they had already said everything that needed to be said. Not only said it, but said it a million times in the years they had spent sailing around the world and retiring in Gravity Falls together. But Ford wanted to assure his brother of one thing, detecting how hard he was fighting to stay.

He cleared his throat, squeezed his twin’s hand, and croaked, “You can let go, Stanley.”

Stan chuckled weakly. “Nah, I ain’t ready to go. Believe it or not, there’s still something I wanna stick around for.”

Ford smiled at that. He had feared that after so many years of neglect and only staying alive because he had something to do, that when there was nothing to do, he wouldn’t have the will to stay. He was beyond relieved to discover he was wrong. “What is that?”

Stan gave his brother a cocky look, despite being so tired and weak. “My family, Sixer. I’m not leaving them anytime soon.”

Ford found that he completely understood, and privately agreed. “Neither am I.”

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Not many people thought Ford would last long after Stan died, but the eldest twin managed to stick around for five years before he died of a peaceful heart attack in his sleep. The Pines family were saddened, but they were also happy that the brothers were reunited and that they had both lived full and happy lives. And they knew them well enough to know they would not have been pleased if everyone was sad and made their names taboo.

Angel remembered her grunkles vividly. She was eight when Grunkle Ford died and she took it hard, being very close to him and admiring him like her father before her had, but her family helped her get through it and Dipper assured her daughter that he was happy. That was all Angel cared about.

There were times she enjoyed being a big sister, and times she didn’t. Stella and Estelle caused so much trouble and were the biggest handful anyone had ever seen. Ford once said before he died that the girls gave him and Stan a run for their money. It was like the girls had unknowingly accepted a challenge, and now were pure trouble-making terrors that kept Gravity Falls interesting thanks to their father’s curiosity and their mother’s attitude.

One night, when Angel was ten, she left her room for a glass of water or milk, something to satisfy her thirst, and she tiptoed across the dark house with a smile, the glow of the moon creating squares on the floor through the windows, perfect for quiet hopscotch. Angel stopped at the fireplace that showcased so many old photos. There was the picture of Mommy and Grandma Susan in the diner, waitresses together, and pictures of weddings, fishing trips, holidays, and just hanging out with Aunt Mabel and Uncle Gideon and Uncle Soos and Jacob. One picture Angel carefully picked up and smiled at.

She was only a baby in this picture, maybe a few weeks old, and Grunkle Ford was holding her as he sat in an armchair (she had seen that same chair at the Mystery Shack), with Grunkle Stan leaning against the seat, ruffling his brother’s hair and smiling at the baby. Angel became a little sad; she didn’t remember Grunkle Stan as well as she remembered Grunkle Ford, but she loved them both and missed them. She took the framed photograph with her into the kitchen and looked at it as she drank her water at the table, remembering all she could.

Angel could remember the sound of Grunkle Ford’s voice. It was low and heavy, but soft and comforting, like a weighted blanket. He used that voice to read her stories, using a different voice or accent for each character and even doing the sound effects, whether Angel asked him to or not. She could also remember him and Aunt Mabel knitting and showing Angel how to do it. She didn’t have the patience to learn, but she liked watching the yarn magically turn into clothing and listening to the two swap stories.

Angel can remember Grunkle Ford’s shadow puppets. He was the best at it, and sometimes he would shine a light against a wall, build a mini pillow fort for Angel to rest on, and make pictures on the wall with his special hands. Susie had a vague memory of once saying she wishes she had six fingers so she was more like Grunkle Ford. And he may or may not have started to cry, though Angel to this day had no idea why.

As for Grunkle Stan she mostly only remembered him through Grunkle Ford; Angel was only three when Grunkle Stan died, and all she could remember independently was a very distinct laugh and his smile, but she could remember everything Grunkle Ford said about him and the stories he told. Everyone always said how great Grunkle Stan was, despite being a conman. Angel grinned at the idea of having such amazing relatives, both old men cunning and crafty and willing to do anything for their families. She really missed them.

Angel sighed and left her empty glass alone to put the picture back on the fireplace. As she passed the TV, a video tape fell out of a box below the screen, though she could have sworn she had never touched it. Angel grinned at that; she had a feeling something funny had happened before, but she told herself grief was imagining something that wasn’t there.

She picked up the tape and grinned to find a familiar cursive handwriting on some tape on the top of the black box. Angel quickly slid it into the very old machine and turned on the TV quietly, then sat on the carpeted floor before the glowing screen. What she saw made her jubilant and she had to bite her lip to keep from squealing.

Thirty minutes later she hurried to her sisters’ bedroom and shook them away, climbing on the ladder of the bunk-bed to reach Estelle and kicking Stella awake. “Girls! Get up!”

“What?” Estelle snorted, rubbing her eyes.

“Why?” Stella groaned, burying her head under her pillow.

“There’s something you gotta see, now c’mon!” Angel urged and eventually pulled the twins by their wrists out of bed and practically dragged them out of the room.

Stella and Estelle were a bit less pissed when they saw the TV was on and all Angel wanted was for them to watch something, so they settled on the couch with their sister and Angel re-winded it to a certain point. The twins gasped to find an uncle they didn’t remember on screen.

“My name’s Stanley Pines.” He said seriously, in his beanie, boxers, slippers, and stained undershirt, sitting in his famous armchair. “I was sixty-seven when I made this tape, but now… I’m dead.” He said in a low voice with a strained face and wide eyes, then wiggled his fingers and asked with laughter in his throat, “Trapped in a box underground! Pretty spooky, huh? Haha!”

There it was! That laugh Angel could so distinctly remember. She grinned at hearing that laugh again and glanced down at her sisters, both wide-eyed with wonder.

A sharp voice that was slightly more recognizable interrupted Grunkle Stan’s laugh. “Stanley!” Grunkle Ford scolded behind the camera, while Grunkle Stan rolled his eyes. “Stan, this is for future Pines generations, the children Dipper and Mabel will have that we might not get to meet, their grandchildren! Surely you have a message you want to leave them.”

“Alright alright, I do.” Grunkle Stan said and smiled at the camera as he pointed at his audience. “Remember to work hard and that family always comes first. Also,” Now Grunkle Stan grew slightly more serious again. “I have several pounds of gold and millions in unmarked bills in a safe buried under the Shack, next to the…” His face suddenly dropped, and then their grunkle went on to over-exaggerate, putting a hand to his chest to fake a heart attack, then proceeded to limp over his chair with his tongue sticking out, making dying noises.

As the twins were laughing loudly and probably waking up their parents and Angel tried to shush them but was giggling nonetheless, the camera spun around and Grunkle Ford appeared on screen. “I’m sorry, kids, but this is what I have to work with.” Then he raised an eyebrow annoyingly as Grunkle Stan continued to make dying noises.

Angel paused the TV as the girls tried to silence their laughter, but despite Stella biting her shirt and Estelle holding her breath until she was blue, all three couldn’t help but laugh, not only from the comedic scene recorded for them, but the overwhelming joy they had from seeing their grunkles. Not only seeing their grunkles, but via a message they had created just for them.

Stella wiped a teary eye and asked, “Is that it?”

Angel shook her head. “No, there’s thirty minutes of Grunkle Ford just talking to us and showing us their favorite things, even the Stan O’ War. That was just my favorite part.”

“Forget sleep!” Stella said and ran off for the kitchen. “Start the movie over! I’ll make popcorn!”

“I’ll get the drinks!” Estelle volunteered and followed her twin to the kitchen.

Angel smiled, loving the idea of seeing her family again, and alone in the room, she could feel a presence she couldn’t quite explain, but she looked at the old men in the photograph above the fireplace and whispered, “Thanks, guys. I miss you.”

Meanwhile, invisible to the Earth they dwelled on, Stan stood by his niece with his brother by his side. Proudly grinning, he clamped a hand over Ford’s shoulder and said, “They love us!”

Ford smiled and chuckled, his eyes still on his little angel, who looked at the picture hungrily. With any luck, she won’t miss them for much longer.

#GF #gift #gravity falls #fanfiction #ford pines #stan pines #angst #ANGST AND FLUFF #thank you all again for your love and support!

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lilium025 · 4 years

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Indeleble (GF) 5

Resumen:Los Northwest se han mudado lejos de Gravity Fall a Miami Beach (Florida) tras el Raromagedón, pero no a todos los integrantes de la familia esta feliz con esta decisión. Después de 5 años de abandonar el pueblo, Pacifica decide regresar a sus raíces en busca de un poco de libertad y nuevos comienzos

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Gravity Falls no me pertenece

Capítulo 1 | Capítulo 2 | Capítulo 3| Capítulo 4

Capítulo 5 “Welcome, las Vegas o ¿Francia?”

"El exceso de alcohol es perjudicial para tus secretos..."

Mi cabeza daba vueltas mientras me levantaba, apenas podía abrir mis ojos cuando me levante de donde me encontraba y con todas mis fuerzas intente volver a mi misma. Al parecer, me encontraba en el suelo de una habitación algo desordenada, había dormido en un saco de dormir y conservaba todavía el top y pantalón que llevaba en la fiesta. Así que anoche alguien tuvo que llevarme hasta donde estoy y me acostó sin cambiarme, que alivio pero todavía no sabia donde estaba.

No me dio tiempo a descubrirlo hasta que algo se movió a mi lado, haciendo que saltara de mi asiento para luego descubrir la cara de Mabel que se había despertado en la cama de matrimonio.

- Buenos días, Paz- dice susurrando mientras luchaba por mantenerse despierta aun, a diferencia de mi, ella si llevaba puesto el pijama.

- ¿Qué ha pasado? No recuerdo nada de anoche, ni como llegue- digo sujetándome la cabeza con las dos manos por el terrible dolor de cabeza que tenía.

-A noche bebisteis mucho, más que yo y tuvimos que regresarnos a casa antes de que alguno de los dos hicieran una tontería- dijo mirándome con una sonrisa en su cara mientras miraba algo en su teléfono móvil.

-¿Los dos? ¿Te refieres a ti y a mi?- pregunto mirándola curiosa por su sonrisa, la misma que pone cuando tiene algo en manos.

- No, Dipper y tu. Mira- dice enseñando una cosa de su móvil. Una foto de Dipper y yo con la cabeza apoyada sobre el hombro de este mientras dormíamos.

- Madre mía...No me acuerdo de nada, ¿tan borrachos íbamos?- pregunto mientras miraba la foto con sorpresa, notando como mis mejillas se sonrojaban.

-¿Qué si ibais? No se lo que paso que te perdí de vista pero cuando te encontré de nuevo, estabas en medio de una competición de shots con Stan y todos apoyándoos- dice Mabel enseñando otra foto, en la que parezco haber ganado la competición. A noche tuvo que pasar algo para que me descontrolado bebiendo y debía de averiguarlo.

Me levante como pude del suelo, mi cuerpo se sentía raro pero podía seguir adelante y mire hacia la habitación.

- ¿Estamos en tu habitación, Mabel?- pregunto viendo un stand de purpurina y manualidades. Ella gira hacia mi alrededor, viendo el lugar confusa para luego mirarme.

- Si, ¿te gusta?- pregunta sonriendo.

-Esta bien pero no es mi estilo- digo mirándole con una cara neutral mientras me buscaba mi bolso.- Pero ¿qué pensara tu novia de que haya dormido contigo?- pregunto en plan broma, cambiando de tema.

- No importa-

Derrepente me asalto, debajo de las mantas de Mabel aparece la cabeza de una chica de melena lacia azabache un poco despeinada. Esta se acomoda en su sitio, revelando su identidad.

- Espera, ¿Sandy?- digo asombrada mirándola.

- Es Candy pero te lo perdono por ser mi futura cuñada- dice mientras se ponía las gafas que se encontraban en la mesilla de noche.

- Perdón, pero ¿has estado aquí todo el rato?- pregunto nerviosa.

- Correcto- responde sonriéndome.

-¿Y has escuchado...?-

-¿Como Mabel te llamaba Paz? Si pero no te preocupes, Mabel y yo nos contamos de todo y le prometí que no se lo diría a nadie- dice mientras se abrazaba a esta y le daba un beso en la mejilla de forma cariñosa.

- Gracias por guardarme el secreto, no quiero que nadie más sepa quien soy por el que dirán- digo cogiendo mi móvil de debajo de la cama y a punto de irme para dejarlas sola.

- No es problema, eso ya lo has echo tu- dice tranquilamente, lo que hace que me pare en alto delante de la puerta.

-¿Qué?-

-¿No te acuerdas? Vaya- comenta Mabel saliendo de la cama y acercándose a su armario a coger ropa para cambiarse.

-¿A que te refieres con que no me acuerdo?¿Qué hice?- pregunto nerviosa mirando a la pareja que actuaba tranquilamente.

- Anoche cuando te encontré ibas muy mal por algo que no sabemos y cuando estábamos a punto de meterte en el saco para que te durmieras, decidiste llamar a Dipper por llamada pero como te habrás enterado este estaba cao en su habitación por lo que salió el contestador- dijo Mabel con naturalidad mientras se probaba unos pantalones cortos rotos.

- ¿Pero como lo llame si no tengo su numero agregado al teléfono?-digo confusa mirando el suelo.

- Yo te lo di.-

- ¿Porqué hiciste eso?-pregunto sorprendida.

-Sabes muy bien que soy partidaria de vuestra relación y borracha das unos respuestas muy convincente- dice sonriéndome.

- No tenemos nada, ¡no hay nada!- digo a Mabel mientras me acerco a ella desesperada a que me creyese, aunque sabia que lo que decía no era del todo verdad.

- Eso no decías anoche cuando lo llamaste- suelta Candy que se había terminado de vestir mientras nosotras hablábamos.

- ¿Como? Dime que estáis bromeando y que no solté nada que me deje en evidencia o peor- suplico esperando que el Karma no me hubiera jugado una mala pasada.

- Dependiendo de lo que tu consideres tu dejar en evidencia o peor.-

- Confesar mis sentimientos o mi identidad a una persona que tengo mucho aprecio pero que no me corresponde- digo esperanzada, esperando a que alguna de las presentes me revelara mis pecados de borracha.

- No se, ¿Mabel que dices?- pregunta Candy confusa sin saber que responderme.

- Mmmm... creo que si- dice Mabel mirándola dudosa.

-¿Como que crees?¿Lo hice o no?-pregunto aun nerviosa más todavía.

- Es que has dicho "a una persona que tienes mucho aprecia pero que no te corresponde" y no se si mi hermano no te corresponde. Pero si no lo fuera, entonces si, lo hiciste- me explica sentándose sobre su cama con las piernas cruzada en una pose de indio, apoyándose tranquilamente en un peluche almohada.

Juro que me acaba de dar un mini-paro cardíaco y ver mi vida pasar por delante de mis ojos a la vez, estaba perdida, la vida había acabado para mi. Debía de escaparme antes de que Dipper despierte de la resaca, no podía verlo a la cara, sentía un miedo y vergüenza de solo pensar en ver su cara preciosa de nerd.

- Debo irme- solamente digo mientras recojo mi cargador y mi móvil.

- ¿A donde vas?- pregunta Mabel viéndome apresurada.

- Debo de huir, no estoy lista para afrontar la verdad- digo saliendo de la habitación y buscando mis cosas para meterlas de nuevo en las maletas. Entonces escucho los paso de Mabel y Candy corriendo hacia donde estaba alarmadas, impidiéndome que me fugara.

-Ni te atrevas, loca. Estas exagerando la situación- dice Mabel sacando ropa mientras yo buscaba más cosa por meter.

- No estoy exagerando, me voy- digo decidida a seguir mi plan de huida.

- No puedes irte, no tienes a donde ir- comenta Mabel preocupada.

- A donde sea, a Las Vegas o París, donde sea menos aquí- digo nerviosa, estaba pensando mi huida con la marcha.

A continuación soy parada por los hombros por una Candy que no había comentado nada en lo que había entrado para retener mi huida, mirando me con unos ojos serios y una sonrisa tranquila que me preocupaba.

- Paz, calma. Estamos en el siglo XXI, la gente no mira sus mensajes de voz ya, ahora dejan audios de voz. Así que deja empacar la maleta y tomemos este día para bajar la resaca, ¿de acuerdo?- me tranquiliza mientras me rodea en su brazos en un gesto tranquilizador.

- De acuerdo. Creo que he exagerado un poco, es decir, ¿qué probabilidad hay que mire los mensajes de voz?- en lo que termino de hacer esa pregunta retorica, aparece el rey de roma (Dipper) en un aspecto desaliñado de su habitación.

- Buenos días, chicas.-

-Buenos días- respondemos todas en coro mirándolo curiosas.

- Mabel ¿me prestas tu cargador de móvil? Creo que me olvide de empacar el mio y necesito mirar algo del móvil pero no tengo batería como ya habrás supuesto- pregunta mientras se dirigía a la cocina a servirse una taza de café.

- De acuerdo- dice Mabel pasando al lado de el para prepararse unos cereales azucarados, mientras que Candy y yo simplemente tomamos un poco de café que había preparado Dipper.

- Gracias hermana- dice contento.

- ¿Y que es lo importante que tienes que mirar?- pregunto yo curiosa por saber.

- No es nada, se suponía que la universidad llamaría a mi teléfono para hablar de unas cosas de mi carrera pero no creo que el móvil este cargado para cuando llame. Así que tendré que revisar mi buzón de voz- dice tranquilamente a lo que sorbe su café.

En ese momento, Candy, Mabel y yo escupimos lo que estábamos bebiendo/comiendo en ese momento con la sorpresa, casi atragantando nos a la vez, haciendo que Dipper nos mirara curiosos por nuestra reacción.

-¿Qué os pasa esta mañana? Estáis muy raras, ¿he dicho algo mal?-pregunta Dipper.

- ¿Qué? No es eso, es solo que no es muy anticuado eso de mirar el buzón de voz. Osea,¿quién mira el buzón de voz en la actualidad? ¿A que si chicas?- digo buscando apoyo de las chicas, las cuales asintieron.- ¿Lo ves? Muy raro- digo finamente mientras me limpio el resto de café que había quedado en mi cara cuando escupía.

- Bueno yo miro esos mensajes, me parecen muy importantes, nunca se sabe cuando dejaran de existir las cosas- dice dejando su taza en el fregadero y marchándose a su habitación.-Nos vemos luego chicas- se despide entrando de nuevo a su habitación.

Asegurándome que había pasado un tiempo y que no nos escuchaba, me levante rápidamente de la mesa y volví a mi plan de huir. A lo que una Mabel salvaje salta sobre mi y me derriba sobre el suelo.

- ¡Dejame Mabel!- le grito mientras intento soltarme de su agarre de boa constrictor.

- ¡No te dejare! Debes afrontar la realidad a la cara, es ahora o nunca- dice agarrándome más fuerte que antes.

- ¡Nunca!-

Debido a nuestra pequeña pelea y los gritos de desesperados de Candy por que dejemos de pelear, Dipper se asoma de nuevo al pasillo alarmado por el escándalo.

-¿Qué esta pasando aquí?- dice separando a Mabel de mi, dejándome así libre de su agarre.

-¿Pasar? No esta pasando nada. ¿Verdad, Elise?-pregunta Mabel mirándome fijamente.

- Verdad- contesto sujetándole la mirada.

- ¿Entonces porque peleabais?-

- Estábamos decidiendo quien te acompañaría a comprar la pintura para las paredes y por supuesto a perdido Elise- contesta rápidamente Candy con una sonrisa tranquila.

- De verdad que no hacia falta que os pelearais para decidirlos, sois muy raras- dice Dipper desapareciendo de nuevo de la sala. En cuanto cierra la puerta, miro enfadada a Candy.

- ¿Por qué has dicho eso?- pregunto.

- Porque es parte de un plan que se me ha ocurrido ahora mismo- dice sonriéndome a lo que mi cara de enfado pasa a ser de confusión.

-¿Tu plan?-

- Mi plan- me afirma esta con la cabeza mientras bebía su café de vuelta.

-¿Y de que trata este plan tuyo?- pregunto mirándola seriamente con los brazo cruzados.

- Mi plan consiste en coger su móvil, en lo que vosotros estáis comprando la pintura a lo que tu lo distraerás un buen rato para que nosotras podamos borrar tu llamada y el registro de su móvil. Así no sabrá que anoche le confesaste tus sentimientos borracha- dice finalmente dejando su taza vaciá sobre la mesa.

- ¿Y como harás para que se deje su móvil en casa? No crea muy descuidado para dejárselo.-

- Mi querida Northwest, eso déjalo en nuestra manos. Conozco a mi hermano a la perfección, se que decir para que no se lo lleve- dice Mabel astutamente mientras imita que lleva una pipa en la mano y fuma de esta.

- Vale pero si no funciona vuestro plan, el plan b será Las Vegas, ¿entendido?- digo dirigiéndome al cuarto de baño a cambiarme.

- No hará falta el plan b, estamos segura de lo que hacemos- dice Mabel antes de que cerrara la puerta.

Decidí ponerme unos mayas negras de deporte junto con una camisa de tirantes blanca con un estampado de Florida colorida y unas deportiva. Aunque el interior del apartamento se encontraba fresco, el ambiente de fuera era bochornoso. En cuanto salí del baño, Dipper ya me estaba esperando en la sala para marcharnos.

- ¿Vamos?- me pregunta en cuanto me ve venir hacia el, yo solamente asiento con la cabeza, a lo que el salía por la puerta del apartamento yo le lanzaba una mirada nerviosa a Mabel y Candy que se traducía a "espero que lo consigáis". Mientras bajábamos los dos piso, ninguno de nosotros hablo y estaba nerviosa. ¿Por qué no me habla? ¿Aparte de la llamada de voz, hice algo más que no me acordara? ¿Es por eso que me emborrache al principio?

Muchas preguntas se acumulaban en mi cabeza mientras nos dirigíamos hacia su coche. Al entrar a este y ponernos en marcha, él rompe el silencio entre nosotros.

- Tenemos que hablar sobre anoche- dice así derrepente, mi corazón se para y mis oídos dejan de escuchar mi respiración. Lo sabía.

Me giro lentamente sobre el asiento, dispuesta a saltar del coche pero Dipper se adelanta a mi y cierra de golpe las puertas del coche. Estaba atrapada, no había salida.

- Se que no quieres hablar sobre eso pero es algo que debemos aclarar para que sigamos con nuestras vidas- continua diciendo mientras yo evitaba mirarle, no me atrevía.

-¿No me vas a responder? Lo entiendo, no hace falta. Solo quería decirte que entiendo que tengas tus motivos para no decírmelo, en fin, nos hemos encontrado hace poco y es muy difícil que te abras a una persona que no conoces apenas.-

Madre mía, lo sabe. Voy a buscar precios de apartamentos en Francia.

- Así que espero que me perdones por pensar y comentar lo que te dije la otra sobre tus padres- dice derrepente Dipper, sacándome de la depresión en la que me estaba sumergiendo.

-¿Perdón?-dije mirándolo confusa a Dipper, quien me miraba igual de reojo mientras conducía.

- Si, ¿no te acuerda? Dije sin pensar que deberías haber enfrentado hace tiempo a tus padres, al parecer mi comentario te molesto mucho, porque te fuiste enfadada a otro lado. Me había pasado un poco con los tragos de tequila, pero ya sabes como es Tío Stan, ¿verdad?- dice finalmente Dipper.

Ahora mismo me importaba menos el tema de mis padres, Dipper no sabia sobre mi secreto. Era un milagro que tuviera aun tiempo para recuperar la llamada.

- No me acuerdo mucho de anoche, pero tienes razón, debía haber afrontado a mis padres y no debía haberme enfadado por tu opinión. Gracias- digo intentado tranquilizarlo con mi respuesta.

- Aun así me siento mal, ¿ te parece bien que te lo compense con helado en el Greasy's Dinner después de comprar la pintura?- dice mirándome sonriente mente, a lo que le sonreí de vuelta.

- ¿Y qué pasa con Mabel? Nos estará esperando para pintar- digo curiosa.

- Eso mi querida Elise, no importa-

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Queridos lectores, lamento la tardanza del capítulo, he estado ocupada con la matricula de la universidad. Como leéis, así que a partir de ahora a adelante intentare subir capitulo cada domingo, alternando entre semanas. Dependiendo si tengo trabajos o exámenes pero ten por seguro que no dejare sin finalizar este fanfic, estoy comprometida para acabarlo.

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Espero que os haya gustado con quien he emparejado a Mabel, quería hacer algo innovador y no hacer el cliché de emparejarlo con Gideon, aunque no tengo problema con este ship. Estoy segura que en un futuro donde este fanfic este acabado y tenga tiempo, decidiré hacer un one-shot de Dipcifica en el que Mabel salga con Gideon.

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dipifica · 5 years

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with a purpose

dippica week day 4 aus!!! no secret this is my favorite day since i love aus!! i’ll probably write some more with this prompt as some extras at the end of the week since work and life and such!

this is a gravity rises au! i have never written for reverse or rises or any of the famous gravity falls aus so i hope i did ok!!! i could see this having a sequel possibly so we shall see!!

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Pacifica Pleasant walked off stage with a dashing grin and raised arms. “Your night of mystery and magic has only just begun! The tent of telepathy welcomes Edna Earnest, the traveling fortune teller!” Edna, an older woman who seemed to exclusively wear black emerged from stage right, with less tricks and showmanship than Pacifica.

Pacifica enjoyed the 13th of every month. She got to end the show a bit early per her agreement with Edna, which meant a nice long bath with a wonderfully delicious smoothie. She got back to her dressing room, which really, was just her bedroom and began to take down her hair from it’s big bump. She removed her earrings and gloves next and briefly held on to her amulet before taking that off as well. She felt eyes on her and picked it up again suddenly.

“Pines…” She warned. “Get out here and face me like a woman.”

“Hm, well I don’t know if I can do that last part.” The voice responded. “But you were stop on with the Pines!” Dipper Pines revealed himself from her clothing rack and snatched up one of the strawberries in her bowl before throwing himself in her bean bag chair. “How was the show, Paz?”

She shuddered. “Don’t call me that and fine.” She slipped the amulet back on her neck. “What do you want?” Dipper made her more uneasy than Mabel. She couldn’t quite figure him out yet, and he had used the amulet to read his mind, but it was all full of skateboards and dogs and good deeds, nothing useful. Besides, ever since Mabel put that charm on them and the rest of the Pines bunch, Pacifica couldn’t see a thing.

He scratched his chin, where a blue Band-Aid hugged it. “Well, I heard the fortune teller was good so I stopped by. And we are friends so I’d thought I would come say hi.”

“You snuck in here to say….’hi?’” She cocked her head.

“We’re friends!” He repeated. “I’m not sneaking in if we are friends.”

“Your sister despises me.” She stated flatly.

“Mabel and I have different opinions a lot of times! Like I think Fast and Furious is wicked awesome and she just points out the plot holes…” He pouted like it was an open wound. “So is she any good?”

“Who?”

“The fortune teller.”

“Hm, I wouldn’t know. I don’t usually stay around to watch.” She thought of her bath and sighed.

“Want to come with me?” He left out his hand. If she had been twelve again, she heart would have jumped out of her chest and fluttered like a butterfly at the chance to hang out with Dipper Pines. But she was grown up now, and he acted the same as his twelve-year-old self.

“No.” She replied. She looked at his face drop. “Sorry.” She heard herself saying. What could she say? It was like kicking a cute puppy.

“We never hang out anymore. What gives?” He slumped back in the bean bag chair.

“We never hung out that much. You just think you are friends with everybody.” She muttered. He would be so easy to manipulate if he were just a little bit more annoying or rude or…less cute.

“Then I want to be friends, Pacifica.” She noticed the seriousness in his tone, as if he was getting annoyed himself. “You say we aren’t friends and that you don’t like me but if Mabel made her way in here you would have thrown her out with that amulet. But here I am, still standing here talking to you.”

She sighed and finally turned around from the mirror to face him. Her bangs fell long on her face as she peeked through them to meet his gaze. He seemed upset, and so suddenly too. It was very un-Dipper. She couldn’t help but scowl back because he was right, he was usually right, and everything in her told her to throw him out like she would with Mabel.

And yet, there he stood still talking to her.

She never thought much of teenage boys but now she could fully understand why they get such a reputation for being clueless. “You are more foolish than I thought.”

“Hey, you don’t have to be so-“ He seemed like he realized something and his face went blank, unreadable. Pacifica would have loved to read his thoughts but by the look on his face, it seemed there were too many to go through. A blush spread across his face and he smiled lightly, almost looking embarrassed. “Huh.” Was all he said.

“Huh what?” She questioned.

He simply smiled again, but it was back to his usual bright grin. “You look really pretty like that Pacifica. I like when your hair is down.”

“W-What? Where did that come from? Weren’t you pissed a second ago?”

“Yeah, but it will take more than that to push me away.” He suddenly stood up and made his way over to her vanity. She flinched back into the mirror in response. He stuck his arms out and wrapped her in a hug. It wasn’t the first time they had hugged, Dipper was famous for them around town and Pacifica had gotten caught in a few over the years. Instead of his usual bear hug, which involved some trapped arms and heavy pats on the back, he was softer this time. He rested his head on her shoulder for a moment, and she was frozen still the either time, clutching her amulet lightly but unable to use it.

“Are you doing this on purpose?” She finally spoke.

“Doing what?”

She faltered then shut her eyes. “Making my heart beat so fast.”

She felt him chuckle and pull away. “Pacifica, I may be a laidback guy, but everything I do is with a purpose.”

He turned and headed for the door, and in true Dipper fashion he turned around one last time. “I think there’s still seats out there. We can get one told together, if you’re nervous.”

She knew he was talking about the fortune teller again, but something in his eyes made it seem like he was really talking about something else. “One together…” She thought to herself. “Would be lovely.”

#dippica week #dipifica #dipcifica #dippica #writing

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batdaddies · 5 years

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LIPS, TONGUE, TEETH

PAIRING: Orm Marius x reader

TYPE: one shot.

WARNING: explicit content.

CREDITS: the song in the beginning is Goldfrapp - Oh La La

INTRODUCTION: I can’t shake off the idea of Orm discovering how different sex in the surface is. Written trying to combine The Female Gaze with Orm POV without going first person. No background story, though, I just like the fact he has those atlanteans attires on and you are wearing something fancy instead, let’s start there. A 8/10 in the kinky level (reminder this is my kinky level, perhaps for some is a solid 10, and for some is just a 5, so please, read at your own risk!). English is not my first language, paz e amor!

LIPS, TEETH, TONGUE

King Orm had oral before, but not on the surface.

IV - sixth

Oh, child of Venus, you’re just made for love.

The surroundings were composed by not so much mobile because the most important was the bed, black silk sheets made of cautiously quality, a white wooden headboard and four pillows, a minimalist decoration of a chair and a desk, the walls white with a huge art piece on the left one and the right one was pure glass were the dim blue light from the Moon was shining through, bathing the floor made of micro cement in reflections, the beach outside was close, the sand still wearing the footprints that disappeared on the stairs, the waves breaking in the anger of the sea, and echoing in a buzz able to enter the room and the rest of the glass house above some rocks, with a good privacy from the rest of the shore. The hole due to the lack of lighting didn’t let Orm look at those eyes like daggers in the shadows, only feel the desire floating up straight to his face, and a tongue was licking the burgundy lips, the saliva tinkling, the action a hypnosis, it reflected on himself, not noticing his own tongue traced his lips.

“Kneel,” his voice was a firm order, it echoed in huskiness of command, completely aware of a title he was stripped from, and as much it was just one word, a smirk could be seen in the moonlight to what it meant, the response to being lead, in awe it was granted. The floor was a mirror showing in twisted vision the small hands pairing in the air with the long nails fingers as if it was wrong to touch anywhere to support, first the right knee down, the height drastically changing to half and the left knee, one far away from the other. The high heels linked under the curve of the ass, rasping on the dress. Orm didn’t help, his black boots took three steps behind, back of his knees hitting the bed mattress and he stood tall, figure hovering in broad shoulders and intimidation, emanating big shadows over the heavy eyelids, which the iris focused on the prize.

The small hands reached forward, the palms rubbing the scales texture with pressure, Orm felt the touching on his thick thighs, they went up to the valley between, thumbs digging the silver symbol of Atlantis, and he let out a heavy breath, the pulsing under his stomach arching, under the drawing on his groin, the middle fingers creeping up to the plugs, a mere pull and they were undone. He saw the smile growing, the teeth sinking into the lower lip upon the reveal of the second skin under, and he sighed again as the warm air embraced the uncovered skin, as the heat flowing from the nude arms flesh, they were hot, so hot Orm was sure that if his body wasn’t calculate to adapt to any temperature, sweating would be forming on his forehead, dripping from his face and neck, his piercing stare was met by those long eyelashes, filled with desire and his calloused hands came for the threads of hair formed when the tongue stuck out slowly, licking and tasting the left thigh where the lines of muscles could be seen perfectly, the tip on the knee crawling up to the second skin.

The shiver on his spine almost made his head fall backward, the soft feeling of wetness being a reminder of home, for he was not even damp anymore. The back curled slightly under his body, when the removal of the tongue caused his shadow to move, becoming light enough for him to see the curves of the floral dress. Orm liked it, the unusual piece of clothing made a dark thought pass his mind to remember who he was, and what the dress meant under his superior wishes, a pure blood atlantean guiding. The teeth began to lock pieces of his flesh with shark bites, chewing a bit between, letting go and grabbing some more, every single time closer and closer to the growing erection, and when the lips closed on his groin, sending electric spams over, lower lip on skin, upper lip on the smooth texture for a kiss, he pulled the hair, causing the head to back off in a shake, staring up. An expression of childish tease, the smirk and submission on top of the high eyebrows, as even if there wasn’t a choice, a fight for one wouldn’t be forgotten.

“No...” the voice was rather quiet to be listen clearly in the room, the feminine ringing influencing his ears, a sound still not so common nowadays, then a cute chuckle when Orm pulled the threads again for the bad behavior, the strong bicep flexing with the silver bracelet on the wrists a mirror of light. “Be patient…”

However Orm still saw hands that couldn’t control themselves anymore when curiosity and anticipation were too much scratch the path with digging nails up to the hem, pulling at it with a fingertip to later let it whip against the hip flesh in another spasm, his legs shaken with the action, before it was pulled down to his knees. There was a nice inhale when the delight vision of his thickness was free, he wasn’t completely hard, yet it was so pleasing already it was possible for any mind to fool the glands with a taste upon the view, and not only that, daydream of being filled, being stretched out by the newly Prince of Atlantis. For once, the eyes under him closed, objecting the whole self to the small, slow, kitty lick on the cock tip. He hissed softly at the new discover, nothing like before his body ever succumbed to, the wetness coming back in tiny doses, instead of a whole.

He heard a murmur noise, the delicate hands supporting on his waist to the bottom sides, drawing lines on the beginning and the thumbs sinking into the elevated hip bones, the pressure was for a larger bend, and he almost hummed when the tongue traveled under the base, flickering the muscles on his testicles ever so slight that it would impossible to feel if both weren’t so tense up. No pushes on the hair, no trying to encourage, only when a small bite came right on the tip, his short nails forced on the scalp and heard another murmur of full enjoyment — a sound of the taste spreading in the mouth, the bitter giving dulcet ending when disappearing. Although the act itself was ordinary in his daily basis, not only the receiving, the idea too; he had grown, specifically, aware of sexual behavior before he could understand what it meant, two bodies ready to submerge into each other, forgetting selfish pleasures, remembering just the vanity of love, the act was, yes, ordinary in the studies of his library, the idea, more ordinary then, when his past youth was presented to it, but it was perhaps the first time he was so consumed, thrilled with the act, the idea, that his whole body from head to toe had shivers in the satisfaction of a strange particular gravity of the surface without the water to impulse. No vision for his close lids, all he could feel was the tongue flat on the base, going until the head were tips locked and he finally opened his eyes down so contact could be made, the glimpse of the angelic, pretty traces could be admired while the muscles was circling the tip, a big paradox. The effect on him was a firmer grasp on the locks, and a failure in pulling for more. Resistance, and he didn’t have the humidity around the veins anymore, the dark lips opened, it was supposed to come another request, an ask for patience, but Orm’s patient was wearing thin, desire blurring on his cheeks, and straight nose, the somber ghost of a beast laying on the cold ice blue eyes, and his tongue licked his own dry lips, recently only being able to be when away from home.

The locks of hair were coming out through his fingers, caressing the veins on the back of his palms as he brought the head closer. It was a strong grip, no space for escape, no space for second thoughts, and the cute mouth was being filled in a rough and slow slide, the tip welcomed by slick cheeks, pulling the air from his throat, where it stuck, allowing the teeth to appear, gritted inside the thin border his lips formed. There was a suck, and was in bliss that Orm pulled the head to travel the rest of his erection, inch by inch with the thickness, engulfing everything up to the base. A moan sending vibrations on that specific spot, asking for the atlantean to place the other hand along the hair, where he pulled it from the scalp, overwhelmed by the wetness, the warmth. It had been different from before, the extra addition to his senses captured every muscles, under water, the pressure was everywhere, tantalizing the entire flesh, in air, it was a dense gravity of a few muscles, senses focusing only on he was touched. No gag, no choke, no backing off, just the damp tongue running over his hard skin in a humming of favoring, the long nails craved down the sides, scratching the thighs in need, causing his meaty buttocks to contract in the intense shivers they sent.

Orm had to open his eyes to the perception the elastic lips were around his extension, to the torso projected forward to blow better, the knees opened on the floor, the ass hanging on the hair, perfectly seen from up view, hugged by the satin, and the soft hands dropped to the ground like feathers, almost not moving, just the nails and fingertips resting on the cold floor, palms wide for the equilibrium. A full on fours, that he inhaled sharply, the extinct of domination clapping on the broad chest, setting the fires under his muscles, an itchy on the back of his neck, submission was something he was dealing since he was young, and he loved it, being the one in control, holding the free will at his mercy. He pulled the hair even closer, the lipstick rubbing on the base, smudging there. The reflect came, tamed, forcing to keep him inside, and a loud moan, muffled, desperate for more. Orm smelled the strong scent of arousal smoking on the air, his rigid nose twisting in a memory that, on the surface, it was also able to be seen in underwear, imagination flourishing in — turning him on more, temperature of body rising in summertime. His member was caressed with those lips and sucked at greedy, the cheeks welcoming it in a prison, and his hands held the hair stronger, slowly pulling, in the action, the burgundy molding on the cock and sliding off to the tip, where the long lashes opened, enjoying the opportunity to take a heavy breath, staring up back at him, low eyebrows ready to be taken, ready to be dominated. Oh, he wanted it. Specially when he tilted his head to the side, the silver crown on top sparkling in the Moon that illuminated all his traces, no more shadows to hide his freezing blue eyes as a hunter, full of that mystery so tense it infected the room, and the parted lips with rosy flush glowing in saliva when his tongue tranced them again, resting at the corner when done. Orm was as danger itself.

The mouth opened, showing him the tongue licking the tip, the first pearly pre cum drop disappearing on the muscle top, there was immediately a tasteful moan, followed by another lick and a suck because there was never enough of Orm’s flavor. It was in automatic when he gritted his teeth with the wetness, his body not capable of waiting for the next, his hips moving slightly forward, the palms trembling in desire to consume and feel the heat again in the pulsing throat pleading for his bittersweet taste. He forced the head down to the base again — slow sliding, molding on the erection, everything engulfed and the feminine moans hummed controlling the reflexes to gag for the size he was, the tip on the top of the throat, and the tongue licking around; he groaned, because the teeth had traced the veins, the sharpness scratching lightly the member in the way. Husky, and low. The breath on his pelvis was locked, in a self control to contain a gag, the lips touched the base, forcing everything inside, deep throating him entirely, and another moan, the taste spreading directly on the throat. Orm let another groan out, sensual. His fingertips starting to touch a layer of sweat on the scalp, the attire on his shoulders burdensome in the dry air, suffocating the neck where the veins popped in lines of green and blue.

The repeat happened, this time no sounds of waves from the beach, no noises through the wall, only the loud, muffled moans sending vibrations through his member, bringing shivers and causing his strong grip to go for a firmer pull, without mercy. That was what Orm was always seeking for, a pleasure with doses of discovers, the kind to leave his dick pulsing in agony for release. He was in pure bliss when instead of letting the mouth reach the base, his hips thrusted forward to meet it halfway, causing a moan of surprise to ring on him, and satisfaction made itself between his teeth, in groans. The damp tongue didn’t hesitate to lick his veins on the side, a surprise didn’t mean no preparation. A gag came softly, in a wet snap not lasting so long when Orm guided the head back, but enough for the long nails scratch the clean floor and a breath get lost. It was the beginning of a pace, the beginning of real pleasure, he was thrilled by the pulling and pushing his hands made with the lips, whenever he had more than the tip inside, tongue rolling around, his hips came in the thrusts, sinking into the warm, tight mouth for the selfishness of a climax, it was delicious indeed. A find of something finally being better at surface, than back in Atlantis.

A rhythm was developed, a pattern along: his fingers on the hair bringing the mouth closer, the base going for a calm impulse, while the muffling moans were overflowing for vibrations due to the pure vision of Orm standing in the front with royal posture was too much. It was becoming good, no more spaces for a long breath when sliding off, only feeling the air hitting him there when the tip was secured on the bottom lip, at the same time the room was echoing his own heavy breath able to provoke the wide hips to roll in the air anticipation for when he would take them instead, yearning for the penetration. But his inner beast was provoked, because there was never enough of Orm Marius, with a breathless whisper, somewhere between a moan and a sigh, a pleading request made in the space the mouth did when moved to the tip, lips sneaking away two or three inches, a thin line of saliva glowing in the air as the tongue was rushing inside with a last lick on the head.

“Yes, fuck my mouth...” too desperate to even sound audible, yet needy enough to finish the sentence fast before Orm yanked the head behind dramatically, the hands rude on the scalp, and for that, another moaned, but one of his hand was falling in a warning caress to the cheek, such a pretty face with such worldly desire. He had been on those lands enough time to know what it meant, to know how to give what was wanted, the blue eyes were blurred, and before the moan was over, he invaded the mouth, quickly brought back to slumping on his dick and the thrust that used to come calm, came exactly like asked, fast, hard leaving nothing else in the mind to think of.

The cheeks under his short nails were too hot, density showing in form of drops of sweat, but they moved back to the hair, it entirely held by his firm will, and a cause for the hips against the cheeks accelerating within seconds. His head fell back, lashes closing, trying to control his atlantean strength, to focus on anything else but failing with the tongue trying to continue the massage on his extension in and out the mouth, the vibration on the throat in hushed moans as the tip was hitting it without ceasing, in fact, Orm was accelerating at all costs, realizing the wish. Learning that his hard, straight thrusts gained a different sound, the wet smooth noise of getting soaked, being licked and sucked, the cheeks swallowed and the warm tight lips loud. Then, the reflexes weren’t controlled anymore, the gag was from nature when the head was forced too harsh, to engulf the entire erection with the base reaching forward too fast in not calculated thrusts, before even the tongue in automatic tried to push his member out so air could be inhale, just the tip was in, and before even cable to catch a breath, the hips were smashed against the mouth, all his sore thickness invading deep into the mouth. The feminine moans were louder then, the moans of being corrupted in the roughness asked for, begged for; shivers dominated his spine, and for a moment, he could swear sweat was starting to break on his forehead, thanked to the heat from the room, seeming his suit was suffocating his neck in agony, blood was speeding in his veins the same rhythm as the mouth.

The groan came from the depth of his lungs, tone invading the territory in the middle of everything, the husky voice in delight from the blowjob, his handsome face crooked in pleasure he was receiving, and for a moment, he wanted to open his eyes and look down at the lipstick marks adorning his skin, the mouth contouring on him, but he was faster, harder, hands strong on the head, and suddenly, he held it still, in place, not a single movement was possible in the grip and Orm left out an animalistic sound when his hips didn’t stop, fucking the mouth merciless. The noises of saliva snapping on flesh increased along the gag reflex, for the member couldn’t be matched buried deep down the throat, the tip smacking it hard, and the sliding was so wet, it had the burgundy lips full of its own saliva falling from the corner mixed in the salty taste of precum, so filled, his dick was drowned in all the substances dripping to the exposed cleavage, on top of the breasts. His body wasn’t responding like it should, hearing the softly chokes in the lost breathes, the eyes were shut with force, and the veins on his neck drew a tree under his skin, sensing the movements having a dramatic way reflect on the head, but instead of denying his advances, it tried the best to not interrupt. It was getting harder and faster to the point the hands were trembling on the floor, the knees failing in the equilibrium. There was need for support, in the impulse of it, Orm felt the arms reaching for his thighs, those hands immediately grabbing the delicious meat and contracted muscles of his ass, where the nails dug with strength to never separated from him, to keep his thickness filling the mouth like no tomorrow.

Another groan with that, and his hands combed the hair behind in the moment, holding it without care, and thrusts were in a quickly, short pace, the loudness of the gags, chokes, moans vibrating, echoing in the wild, dirty and sloppy music to a dance leaving Orm pulsing. He wouldn’t take long to come by that, by the first time the surface embraced him as gravity was in the act of sex, perhaps the only time he felt so overwhelmed pleasure in being sucked without the water around. Never before, in a long list of lovers, any would propose him that level of raw satisfaction, let alone a surface dweller, whose existence he had tried to vanish from the world in judgement of being superior to all of them, yet there he was, pulsing at the hands, trying hard to measure the atlantean strength on the hair to not hurt, even harder on his hips experiencing the wonder of a limitless sex. His athletic legs started to tremble a bit, exhaling a perfume of sex to join the arouse in the air, a tightness formed on the lower abdomen, the chest moving too fast in short breaths of groans following the many others wet noises, his erection pulsing, the head skin was swollen and leaking the drops of precum right into the tongue. It was the dive, the signals of a close climax, the now erratic pushes were the confirmation, a bit too soon for the circumstances of a new experience.

The strength on his thighs changed, in an shift move, the delicate arms pushing him to the top of the bed, the insanity over his brain allowing it without any fight, or struggle, interrupting the blow with a loud pop, where Orm gave a louder, desperate and agonizing pant, arms falling by his sides, not being able to hear the drastic inhale between the boots, his heartbeat increasing, and he felt like torture with being stopped at the point of coming undone. In vain, his legs tried to support on the fluffy mattress to push himself back that warm wet prison, the tight scales on the pants didn’t let him, securing the knees together, and his head lifted, trying to put the thoughts together to meet the lips somehow. But they came, the burgundy ingesting his member immediately until the base, sucking at it, and his back arched on the black sheets accentuating his skin, crown falling from the move, and a groan was locked in his throat, not being let out for he was coming, hard. Hot drops overflowing the wetness of that mouth, causing his thighs to shake in shivers, and his fingers to rip the sheets in spasms. When the groan came, it was a long, loud painful cry, almost a scream begging mercy behind the aligned, white teeth, the vision being pitch black until the very last drop left his body. One of his hand trying to get a hold on the hair from the sweaty nape, trembling in waves of pleasure that made his toes curl.

Silence fell heavy on the bedroom after, just to be broken by Orm that, in ecstasy, whimpered for seconds, too high into his own mind, his eyes rolled up in exhaustion, his figure a magnificent mess on the bed, the blond hair a chaos glued to his forehead, the big biceps laying by the muscular chest and abdomen, still wearing the purple scales on, and his face of sins and damned souls into their own little world. Defeated.

“Y/N...” his voice was even huskier than normal, a simple whisper calling for the smudged burgundy lips that raised upon his cock, letting it go to breath, swallowing every drop, sparkling in the moonlight in saliva and precum, admiring the atlantean on the bed. “Do it again.”

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NOTES: thank you for reading until here, I wanted to explain some ideas to not leave a loose ending. One, I thought even if Orm can adapt to any temperature, his body still would sweat if his inside temperature was high. Two, I wanted him with a crown because even if now that Arthur is the King, he is still a Prince so he gets a silver one, much like Atlanna. Three, the presence of the reader is reduced to the body parts instead of a person, because I thought it would be interesting focusing more on Orm, what he felt, how his body was. Let me know if you liked the idea and if it actually worked. Thank you again, see ya next time! (btw this is the vision I had for when Orm was coming minus the mask and super armor hihihi)

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She jolted awake. Something was wrong. She knew that without even taking a first breath. She had- fallen asleep on her bed, correct?

Then why was she jolting and whirling in time with the rumble of an engine?

Paz rubbed her eyes, noticing after the action that her- her hands... They were so much... Pudgier, if that made any sense. Paz nearly jumped back. Her back was up against something... Leather. She finally took a moment to examine her surroundings.

The blazing-hot brown leather was attached to a seat... At the very back of a bus. A few other people were on the bus- mostly folks with big bags of luggage that Paz could probably carry if she used both hands. A sun hung outside, flickering in and out of the bus between thick pine trees.

“..... Hmmnnn?-!” A boy was sitting beside her. He looked... Maybe twelve, with a lean build that evidenced much running and physical dexterity. “Wh- but I-?? What???” Paz glanced to him. He felt.... Familiar.

“I don’t know.” Her voice was even, trying to hide her own surprise and terror. “Last I knew, I was.. Well, I fell asleep in my bed.” Paz breathed in gently, trying to focus on the air moving in and out of her body. The bus was blazingly hot.

“I-... That’s what happened to me.” Paz’s eyes shot to the boy. He was semi-tall for his age, with a slightly buzzy set of short brown hair. His gray eyes burned with... Something... Too similar. Too close.

“.... But if one of us is dreaming, we should be lucid dreaming, which means we should have control over the environment... And last I checked, my dreams never involved hopping into another... Person.” Paz gestured to her hands. She could not see herself, but she had a guess. The boy stared, eyes locked into the midway with imagination churning. Paz gave pause.

“..... It isn’t me. Are you dreaming?” Paz exhaled, before whacking her arm- quite suddenly and harshly- against the seat side in front of the two. The pain that burst like a firecracker from the injury was message enough. She hadn’t woken up cradling her arm, in her bed.

“No.” The boy was eerily calm about this- perhaps he was a construct, and Paz was still sleeping... It would be far-fetched, but she had suffered some decently real dreams before. “..... I’m Oberon.” He held out his hand, although his eyes betrayed his real emotion. Paz would recognize- that-... Oh.... No...

“.... I- Oberon?- Smith?” The boy blinked, shifting back in his bus seat.- It was the very back seat, so it spanned the length of the bus’ width.

“.... Yes? How did you kno….” He stopped, mouth still open in a silent ‘o’. Paz held out one hand, letting her pointer and pinky go up while her thumb extended out. Oberon matched the sign. “..... P-... Paz?”

“..... But you’re a-?!” The two stopped, each staring at the other. They had both spoken at once. There was no way this child was Oberon. No. Way.- He was at least two feet shorter than her sibling!... But everything else was scarily alike. Burning gray eyes, dirty brown hair, peach skin that was nearly a light level of unhealthy pale, even the bags from college life... It was all there.

The boy wore a red zip-up hoodie, currently unzipped to allow for better air. An orange shirt was tearing its color into Paz’s retinas, leading down to a set of plaid shorts. The colors were caught between red and orange, giving them the sense of fire. He also had on a pair of red tennis shoes, covering up (almost entirely) a pair of black socks. A necklace hung from his neck. On it rested a symbol- infinity divided by zero.

“.... I....” The boy- Oberon?- reached out a hand, letting his smaller and more fatty digits run against her arm. Paz blinked, pushing the offending thing off.

“...… Are- are you really Oberon?”

“Well I can’t exactly prove it to you. If you’re not Paz, then you won’t know our stuff, but if I’m not Oberon, I won’t know our history.” Paz exhaled for a moment. Think of something... Something only Oberon would know. Something that she, as Paz, would be the only living soul to ever know.

“..... Pi. List it out, as far as you can.”

“.... 3.1415926535897...…. 9...” Paz felt a small syringe of relief push into her veins. Her heart was still attempting suicide, beating so fast in panic that it could be mistaken for a car engine.

“You are- Oberon?” Paz shuffled closer. Oberon didn’t move away. The two siblings stared at each other in silence.

“Last stop, Gravity Falls!”

That yell broke the two from their shocked silence. They somehow... Sensed... Like a pull, or a tug... That they needed to be leaving the bus. Oberon stooped down under the seat, tugging out a small dark green suitcase. Paz glanced underneath where she was sat, noticing a similar suitcase. The only difference between the two was that one was covered in pictures of eyes and artist quotes, while the other had forms of puzzles and math equations.

“... My luggage?..” Paz murmured. She drifted from her seat, nearly floating down the aisle in a realm of confusion far removed from the moment. Her brother was easily behind her, having less trouble carrying his suitcase than she was. Paz grunted as she pulled the accursed item to the front. She dragged it down the steps, letting the green object hit nearly every step on the way off. “... Thank you, sir.”

Paz waved to the bus driver. The man blinked, his eyes unfocused and twitchy. Oberon hopped off. The doors squealed closed. A loud rumble filled the air as the bus began moving once more, engine churning and burning through diesel like there was no tomorrow. Paz could see her reflection in the windows.

She... Looked like Oberon. Not- not twenty-three year old him, but.. The boy next to her. She had similar dirty brown hair, although hers was a little more straightened than his. Her skin was just as pale, eyes an ember of flaming gray. Unlike him, she wore a gray collared shirt and navy pants, with black shoes that had some white marking on them. Looking down, she noticed what it was. The square root of negative one.

Paz sneezed. She covered her nose, but it was already too late. Oberon sneezed a few seconds after her. The two- now twins- spent a few seconds sneezing and coughing, expelling the offending dust from their lungs. After waving off the equivalent of a wall, Paz’s eyes finally cut through enough of the mist.

“Mystery Shack”. She knew that sign. She knew it... But didn’t know it. The sign was so painfully familiar, and she was sure she should have recognized it...

“... ‘Mystery Shack’?” Paz’s own voice- she could finally figure out what was wrong with it. It was higher. More feminine. Far more than she had heard in many a year.

“..... It... I guess we should go there.” Oberon exhaled. “Not like we know what else to do. Maybe they have a phone or something, and we can- no... The parents... Won’t recognize us like this.” The idea was shot down before he could even speak of it. Paz took less than a moment to pick up on what it had been.

“I guess we just go to the Mystery Shack for now, and we’ll figure it out from there.” Paz’s words were more confident than she felt. She knew her brother could see right through her tough-girl façade- he had been able to for a long time. Still. She couldn’t lose face.

“Can you say ‘tourist trap’?” Oberon’s hopeful humor managed a short laugh from Paz. Focus on that. Not on this situation. Not now.

“Nope, physically incapable.” She began pulling the suitcase over the dirt road.

“Suuuuuuureeeee….”

{<>}

“So you’re the great niece and great nephew, huh?” Paz... Was confused. She had- just knocked- on the door. “Well, I’m your great uncle Stan!” She knew him. Paz could barely remember anyone outside of her immediate family- so perhaps he was family? It was possible, since looking at him stirred up long-awaited emotions from her gut. Mistrust, but care. Concern, but joy. Annoyance was also buried deep in the edges.

“... I- I guess?” Paz cast an eye to her brother. Oberon shrugged his shoulders. The man before them was easily in his forties, if not his fifties or sixties. He had a massive set of stubble that ran up to short, gray hair hidden by a red fez. A sort of golden fish symbol was inscribed into it, alongside a hanging black tail. She couldn’t recall what it was called, but it reminded her of the- ahhhh tassel! A suit- fresh pressed and clean- covered most of his body. He had on a pair of cleaned dress shoes, and was leaning on a golden cane to match. Two mischevious, twinkling brown eyes looked the twins over.

“Well, welcome to the Mystery Shack! You guys will be staying in the attic because I can’t be bothered to find a decent room.” The man waved his hand to the side with a grin. His glasses reflected the blazing sunlight. The fact that he barely bothered to do anything-... It was annoying. It made sense though. She knew it did. A part of her wanted to laugh, while another wanted to slap him and explain manners.

“..... Thanks?” Paz tried, tilting her head to the side. “Grunkle Stan?” The phrase was foreign but familiar, all at once. The man blinked. Oberon grinned just slightly, nodding his head.

“Yeah- Grunkle Stan! That’s your name.” He chuckled, smile alight in his eyes. Grunkle Stan rolled one of his shoulders.

“Whatever kids. Just make sure you don’t stop the profits, got it?” He pointed his cane at the two, eyes narrowed to beady slits. Paz and Oberon nodded in perfect sync with one another. “.... Creepy...” Grunkle Stan shuddered, moving back inside. Paz and Oberon followed him.

The ‘gift shop’ (as labeled outside of the worn-down wooden shack) was very much in the realm of tourism. If there was a joke to be made about the words ‘Mystery Shack’ or about mysteries in general, it was there. Everything was sold on racks, shelves, and even circle-racks. Shirts, snow globes, ‘crystal shards’... That looked like shards of glass... It was all there.

“Now head up to your room, I have more tourists to rip off.” Grunkle Stan shoved the two towards the ‘Employee Only’ door, beyond a register from which Paz noticed a ‘no refunds’ sign. Grunkle Stan managed to shove the two through the door with one hand after opening it with his other. Paz and Oberon tumbled over one another, nearly smacking into the floor before they managed to right themselves.

By the time they did, the door had been slammed closed by Stan. They could easily hear him on the other side, now using a perfect salesman voice.

“.... Race you up the stairs.” Paz grinned.

“I won’t race you, but-!” And she was already gone. Oberon yelped.

“HEY!” And he took off, laughing all the while. The two sped across the living-room like area, tearing over the rug and crashing their suitcases into the miniature step-stair that was at the open doorway. Paz instantly turned left, avoiding the entry to the kitchen and instead leaping onto the stairs. She pulled her suitcase up, finding her upper strength lacking just enough to make the task difficult.

“Crap crap crap!” She giggled. Oberon tore off, overtaking his sister with ease. Despite being in a twelve-year old body, the boy was still strong as ever. Oberon made it to the door, nearly crashing into it. He turned the knob, and the two siblings fell into the attic with peals of laughter. Paz was instantly on the floor, sucking in air from the short but fast outburst.

The two snickered and laughed on, taking a solid minute to let their actual laughter die down anywhere near enough to speak.

“Okay- o-okay!” Paz chuckled. “You won. But I so wasn’t racing!” The girl smirked. Oberon rolled his eyes, clapping his hands together for a moment.

“Sure, Paz, sure. Anything to save your ‘fragile’ ego.” Paz and Oberon were silent for a moment. And then.... They broke down into even bigger fits of laughter.

{<>}

“.... I really don’t wanna hang in the cabin if Grunkle Stan’s going to be busy with tourists....” Paz muttered as she placed a small stuffed animal that looked... Just like her own... On her ‘bed’. The scruffy-looking dragon stared back at Paz with an empty, soulless gaze.

“We could just explore outside.” Oberon pointed out. He folded some of his clothes, having checked his suitcase to see what all was packed. There was little variety, almost none honestly.

“Yes, but what if that makes Grunkle Stan’s profits go down?”

“We’ll just check out the woods.-” A knock at the attic door interrupted any further thought. Oberon and Paz glanced to one another, each nodding and receiving a nod in return.

“Come in!” Paz internally laughed. She could not believe they had just successfully spoken at the same time!

Grunkle Stan knocked the door to the side, his smile now a soft frown. He pulled a set of signs out from under his armpit, holding them out to Oberon. They were all faded gold in color, with red lettering that read ‘Mystery Shack This Way!’.

“Oberon, stick these up in the woods so I can get more customers.” Paz quirked an eyebrow. She remembered the woods. Well, ‘remember’ wasn’t the right word. It was as if... She knew there was something out there. Something fun, but dangerous. Exciting, like a new kind of donut or update to a game.

“Can I help him?” They were planning to explore- or at least have fun. This technically counted. Grunkle Stan huffed, before waving his cane absently.

“Yeah. Go- just- do whatever it is you kids do.” His mouth crinkled to the left, a half-smirk half-frown. His large nose was pulled up slightly into his face. Paz nodded. A jar of nails and a hammer were placed in her open hands.

“Thanks Grunkle Stan!” Paz smiled, her eyes closing for a moment to form one of those strange internet facial expressions. Grunkle Stan shuddered, turning around.

“Don’t ever do that again.” He marched out of the room. Just as the two thought the coast was clear, they were pulled from their ruminations by their Grunkle opening the door once more. “.... Also I bought too many ice popsicles, so.... There are extras downstairs.” And he vanished once more.

“I say popsicles after we work. You?” Paz glanced to Oberon. He nodded.

“That’s what I was thinking.” Paz tiptoed to the door, opening it all the way with the softest creak she could manage. She snuck her way down the stairs, hearing Grunkle Stan having fun with customers- sorry, ‘tourists’- in the main lobby. She motioned to the kitchen. Oberon seemed to get the idea. They slid across the wooden flooring, shoes thankfully not causing too many loud squeaking noises.

They made it all the way to the door in the kitchen- it was white, surrounded by dirty white counters with wooden cupboards. Paz touched the handle, turning it... And the thing let out a squeal loud enough to wake the dead. She flinched, going even slower. The noise only got louder.

Oberon was shaking his head. Paz turned the handle quick as a whip, snapping the door open and racing out with her hammer and nails. Oberon was hot on her heels, closing the door as fast as humanely possible. The two dashed for the tree line, slowing only when they vanished into the shadows underneath the pines.

Paz stopped, turning her head to look at Oberon.

“Where should... We set up... The first one?”

“I’m thinking near the trail- probably close enough to see the cabin?” Oberon’s suggestion was met with a compliant nod.

{<>}

“.... Do you think we’ll ever get back?” Oberon’s question was whispered in the silence of their walk. The two were just... Meandering. Never too far from the beaten path, but enough to feel alone.

“.... I dunno, bro.” Paz raised her hands, interlocking them behind her head and leaning just slightly back. “I’m trying not to think about it.” Truth be told, the very idea sent shivers down her spine. She found her heart picking up, breathing trying to deepen as terror began to lock around her soul. “I just hope we get back. For now, we’re stuck in children’s bodies.” She cast her brother a silent eye.

“.... That’s true, but.” Oberon’s swinging arms lessened in their swing, albeit slightly. “We have things to do- work, college, Monday night gatherings.... We can’t just abandon all that.”

“Look.” Paz stopped walking, pulling her hands apart to cross her arms before her chest. “As far as I can tell, we’re kids. We can’t exactly change that fact.- For some reason that guy at the shack- Grunkle Stan- thinks we’re his great niece and nephew, and we woke up on the bus with our previous memories intact. Whether this is a fever dream or something entirely different, I don’t know. What I do know is that I can’t afford to think about it right now. I don’t want the parents to worry- and I know you don’t either- but we have no way of consoling them, especially in the bodies of children.”

“.... We still need to find a way back.” Oberon’s persistence was faintly annoying Paz. She knew that annoyance was a wall. She could not afford this conversation much more thought.

“Bro...” Paz breathed out, lowering her head and letting one hand catch it while her eyes closed. One foot extended, pressing into the grass to keep her balance. “.... I’m just as freaked as you are, and I know we’ll have to look for a solution... But if we spend every second doing that, we’ll burn ourselves out. Can we just... Drop the topic?... It’s freaking me out... I’m sorry, but... I can’t... I can’t think about it, okay?”

Oberon frowned. Nonetheless, he dropped the subject from discussion. Paz exhaled, trying to find something else to focus on. She noticed a tree that was in the middle of a clearing. She hummed, changing her path to head towards it. Oberon easily followed suit, the two stopping only when they were just before it. Paz leaned on the tree.

“How many bets I can eat this?” She pointed to the bark, a smirk resting on her face. Oberon hummed. He scratched his chin, ‘deep in thought’. In this moment, he took the time to hop aboard a fallen tree log that Paz had not previously noticed.

“..... None. I’ll eat it.”

“Oh pl-” Paz wrapped her pointer’s knuckle against the ‘bark’. It produced a hollow... Clanking noise. Paz spun, eyes now flashing all over the tree’s trunk. She found a frankly rigid root sticking out near the base. “Lever?”

“I don’t think ‘plever’ is a word.” Oberon’s joy at Paz’s groan was palpable. She still stooped down and plunged her hands into the strangely loose dirt. Paz pulled up. Her feet pushed into the ground before the darn lever- probably stuck from years of disuse- finally creaked up.

“Hey! It opened a hatch over here!” Oberon leaped off of his position atop the fallen tree. He landed on the other side. Paz snapped forth, using momentum to slam into the tree and propel herself over it. Oberon was looking down into the depths of a small square opening in the ground. His hands were fidgeting, blacks of his eyes shrunk down to pinpricks. “... I.... But is-...?” His eyes found Paz. His mouth moved silently.

Paz stepped up, sitting down on her knees to see what was in the square opening.

She froze in place.

A leather-bound book, with a six-fingered golden hand glued on the front. A letter ‘three’ emblazoned the thing, burning bright against the dingy red book’s background. The space had a few spider webs on every side, trying to encroach on the slowly-eroding book.

Paz reached in. Her mind was blank. She needed that book. They needed that book. It- it was important. She couldn’t even figure out why- just that it was. Her hands were wrapped around the book’s casing. The book was out of the hole. Her brother was just as silent as she.

“.... Jour-...” Oberon went silent for a moment. “..... Journal Three....?” Paz tried to speak. Her mouth moved, but no words exited her lips.

“.... I-... Y-... What?...” The words were gone. What had her brother said.... What had she said? The two stared at the book in silence. This object... It was important. But WHY was it important? Why did they care? It was just a book- one among a billion.

Paz flipped the thing open. She skimmed through the pages for a moment, eyebrows creasing down with each additional page.

“TRUST NO ONE.” Paz’s eyes froze on that page. Oberon breathed in sharply behind her.

The book was snapped closed.

“We need to get out of here.” Something swished by nearby. Oberon and Paz took off running.

{<>}

The burning rage of the sun was nullified. Paz took another lick of her popsicle. She kept one eye out the strange red-tinted window. The window itself had a strange pattern- a triangle with an eye in the center. Paz knew there were eyes on her. Eyes she couldn’t see. Either that or she was paranoid.

Hopefully the eyes thing.

There were small creatures outside. They looked almost like lawn gnomes, stealing into the garbage cans of the shack and snacking on what they could. Paz passively took another lick of her popsicle.

“.. Bro, look outside and tell me what you see....” Paz tried to keep her voice calm. It came out flimsy and half-dead.

“.... I- see tiny men?...” Oberon put the Journal down, staring outside for a few moments before snatching the journal up again. “Tiny men- tiny men- gnomes!” Oberon turned the Journal around, showing the page to Paz. She speedily read the entry, noting the ‘steal sacrifice for queen’ and ‘nibbling’. So... More dangerous than racoons, but basically sentient racoons.

“.... We should probably get rid of them.” That was all that needed to be said. Paz and Oberon silently got up from the small couch-cut out in the wall, sneaking out of the cabin for the second time that day. Paz managed to smash her foot into the fallen leafblower when she got outside.

“Holysonova…” The gnomes that had been sneaking portions of food from the garbage all stared at the two newcomers. They had abandoned their food. Paz noticed that... Their eyes... Were all on her.

“.... Queeeeeen….” She heard that whisper. It sent a chill down her spine. “.... Queeeen…” There it was again. Two gnomes had murmured it. “.... Queen....” It was getting louder. Oberon took a step forward, moving Paz aside.

“No.”

“Queen!” The gnomes all leapt forward. Oberon was buried under a pile of gnomes.

“HEY!-” Paz attempted to punch the crap out of them, smashing projectile gnomes to the ground left and right. The darn things just attacked faster. She found herself being overwhelmed far too quickly for her liking. Ropes were tied taught over her arms, locking her down as more gnomes piled on. “-MMMPH!!!!”

“LEAVE. HER. ALONE!!!” There was a noise- several gnomes grunted in pain after wind. Tiny hands smacked against Paz’s back and legs. She tried to move, but the ropes were everywhere now. Her brother shouted something again, but his voice was already faint. Paz tried to struggle, but to no avail.

“Queen! Queen!”

“OVER MY DEAD BODY TINY DEMONS!”

{<>}

Oberon’s fists clenched. He was bruised and scratched, one arm suffering a fair number of bites from the tiny monsters that attacked him and his sister. He could just barely hear the far-off voice of her screaming at the gnomes in anger. Oberon stomped back to the shack, his eyes latching on to a cart nearby. He couldn’t outrun the gnomes when there were that many... But if he had the cart....

Oberon marched over. He went to step inside, only to remember something crucial. Keys.

“Hey, takin’ the cart for a joyride?” He was stopped by a red-haired teenager in a flannel jacket. She had freckles and long jeans, stopped only by a set of army boots. Some strange Russian-style hat rested on her head. “Knock yourself out!” She tossed Oberon the keys before he could reply.

“Thank you!” He jammed the keys into the ignition faster than light. He was pleasantly surprised to find that he was at least tall enough to reach the gas and break pedal, as well as the steering wheel. Oberon shoved the cart into drive. He gunned the engine.

“Dude, wait!” He was stopped again. This time, a pudgy man with a muddy-green t-shirt had stopped him. He was at least five feet tall, if not six. The slight stubble on his face hinted to his age, and the hat on his head was blank. A pair of khaki shorts coated his waist, and two brown loafers protected his feet. “In case of werewolves!” He held out a shovel.

Oberon blinked. He took the item. He needed to get out of here- to save his sister!- And another item was held out to him.

“In case of piñatas.” It... Was a bat. Oberon took the bat. The man stepped back. “Good luck dude!”

“... Thanks?” And he smashed the gas into the floor. Oberon followed the screams of his sister, one hand wrapping tighter and tighter around the shovel’s handle. The scenery blurred and swirled together the faster he went. The cart nearly toppled over as he found it swiveling down a mountainside. Oberon narrowed his eyes.

His sister was in danger.

Everything became a blur after that, racing across the mountains of Gravity Falls with the rumble of the cart. He followed his sister’s annoyed yells, easily recognizing the voice. Several minutes of tracking in this order led him to a strange section of the woods.

The cart suddenly slid down into a hidden cavern. Oberon yelped, slamming his foot into the brake. The cart screeched to a stop, only to unveil a very... Distressing scene.

Paz was roped down to the ground, still struggling profusely against her bonds. Several gnomes were trying to keep her down. Their pointy hats wavered with each of her escape attempts. The surrounding cave system was filled to the brim with mushrooms, glimmering little flies, and glittery green moss. Gnomes were absolutely EVERYWHERE.

The lead gnome- presumably- glanced Oberon’s way. He then smiled and spun to fully face the newcomer. He had a brown beard, and sparkling blue eyes that were half-obscured by a pointy red hat.

“Hi! I’m Jeff, have you come for the wedding ceremony?” The gnome had a standard gnome outfit- overalls and a t-shirt of sorts. His tiny shoes looked very breakable.

Oberon’s brain stopped.

“The what.”

“The wedding ceremony! You see, we’re making this lovely girl here our queen!” Jeff beamed. Oberon’s mouth dropped open. One eye twitched. “She’ll be marrying all 1,000 of us, isn’t that just awesome?”

Jeff was plastered against a mushroom before he could utter another syllable. A number of gnomes were sent flying into the rock walls with a single leaping swipe. Another slash of metal freed Paz.

“GET AWAY FROM MY SISTER YOU CREEPS!” Paz and Oberon were hand-in-hand within seconds. Paz leaped up, chasing her brother as he led them to the cart. The cart’s reverse was activated the moment their butts hit the cushions.

A gnome launched at them. A wooden bat slapped it away with ferocious accuracy.

“GET AWAY YOU FRICKS!!!” Oberon spun the cart around. The two slashed into the sunlight. The sun was beginning to dim. Paz was smacking away a few gnomes that dared to follow them. “..... Hol- BRO SPEED UP!!!” Oberon didn’t dare look back. He gripped the shovel- which he still had yet to let go of- tighter.

Paz yelped. She smashed into the cart’s seat. Wood flew. Several gnomes tore into the roof. More gnomes cried out as they were smashed away.

“WATCH OUT!” Paz’s scream snapped Oberon out of his adrenaline-fueled stupor. A tree was crashing down ahead. He pulled the steering wheel harshly to the right. The cart left the ground.

Paz and Oberon screamed in unison.

The cart- amazingly- bounced off the ground. It landed on the next fall. Oberon thought his teeth were going to smash clear into his skull. The gas pedal was nailed into the floor. The cart’s engine squealed.

“SO CYCLOPS-!” A gnome’s yelp interrupted her.

“SCHMEBULOCK!!!!” One gnome went tumbling by. Oberon tried to focus more on the road. A gnome’s body appeared out of nowhere on his arm. It bit down. He cried out. The gnome’s skull collided with wood.

“LEAVE MY BRO ALONE!”

He could see the shack. It was just out of sight. A sign of familiarity and home. Oberon cut through the tree line. The cart careened over sticks and stones. The materials kicked up and back. Some hideous, malformed roar followed him. Oberon knew his heart had never beat this fast in his life. The cart’s wheels caught on something.

Oberon and Paz went soaring. They crashed into the ground. Oberon bit on dirt. It coated his tongue. Brittle and harsh. Paz landed beside him, the bat now resting on her head. Oberon knew the shovel had landed on top of his legs. They would be bruised in the morning, easily.

He growled. That same ungodly roar echoed him. He stood up slowly. The shovel became a support. It held him upright. He glared down the strange beast that had followed them through the woods.

It was a giant gnome... Made of gnomes. Had he not been fearful for his life, the sight would have been amazing. Oberon tugged the shovel upwards. He brandished it, glaring down the pointy monstrosity. It was easily twenty feet tall, made of beings that were barely two.

“You’re not touching her.” Paz’s hand gently tugged his sleeve. She was glancing every few seconds to the leaf blower from earlier. She had scratches all up and down her face, and one gash at her cheek.

“I’ll marry you.” Paz’s words completely froze Oberon’s brain. He tried to fit it all together.- Leaf blower, gnome monster... It was so... Unique. But it was there. A niggling idea. A thought that nuzzled only to run away.

“R- really? You will?- Oh this is great- guys let me get down there!” The summer sun was opposing the shack, sending a bloody red glare over the gnome monstrosity. “Sorry Carl- is that a growth Steve- move aside, Paul!” The leg opened up, gnomes parting to reveal the leader from earlier- Jeff. Oberon silently glared at the accursed gnome, trying with everything in him not to gnash his teeth.

“Of course.” Paz extended her hand gently. She took a step to the side, kneeling so that she could be at the gnome’s height- or at least closer to it. Jeff pulled out a box from his back, opening it to reveal a gold ring encrusted with green gems. Paz extended one finger. Jeff slipped the ring on.

“I-!” Paz cast him a look. She was planning something. Oberon finally put it together. Paz’s free arm- her left- extended back. It flipped the switch to the leaf blower. The engine roared to life. Paz sprung back, hands clasping the instrument and targeting Jeff instantly.

Jeff was sucked in.

His form slipped up the mouth of the leaf blower, until only his face and cap remained.

“Guess what.” Paz smirked down to the gnome as he yelped in pain. “.... I ain’t that kind of girl.” Paz swung the reverse back to normal. The leaf blower was tilted up. Jeff shot like a rocket. He crashed into the giant gnome-construct, exploding it on impact. Gnomes rained from the sky, yelping and scurrying around in a blind panic.

Paz slid over to Oberon with a laugh. It was airy, filled with terror and adrenaline.

“I am so surprised that worked.” The gnomes began fleeing for the trees. “SEE YA’LL ON YOUR GRAVES!” Several screamed in panic. Paz snickered, her grin mischievous and dark. “Okay, that was fu-”

“You’ll never stop us all!” Jeff tried to command. He had a large bruise that was quickly swelling on his cheek. “We’ll come back in bigger numbers-!”

The leaf blower swung his way, and Jeff went tumbling to the tree line.

“Can’t hear you over the sounds of yoUR DESTRUCTION!” Paz laughed openly, shaking her head at the gnomes as they raced away in a blind sprint. She came down from the laughing high the instant the gnomes were gone, a few giggles escaping her. “.... Return of the googly eye~...” Paz hit the off switch.

“.... You’re still crazy.” Oberon smiled faintly. He felt so tired- all the running and screaming was a real drain.

“And you’re still male, what else is new?” Paz moved, crossing the short distance between them to rest her elbow on his arm. “.... Holy...” She staggered, as if just then being smacked with the energy differential. “.... We should probably... Sleep soon.” Oberon chuckled.

“Yeah, yeah.” Paz opened her arms, dropping the leaf blower to face her brother.

“.... Hug?”

“... Yeah.” The two siblings gently embraced one another. It was stiff and awkward on Paz’s end, but Oberon embraced her warmly.

“Love you, bro..”

“Love you too, Paz.”

{<>}

“Wow, you two look wrecked!” Grunkle Stan grinned, pausing only when he noticed how bedraggled the two truly were. Paz honestly felt like she was about to drop through the floor. She kept her head at a decent level. Paz and Oberon trudged by Grunkle Stan.

Of course the old coot was counting money. Based on his earlier conversations, it made sense.

“... Hey kids!” The two stopped. If it was another task, Paz wasn’t sure she would be happy. Already ne eyebrow was twitching down at the very concept of another chore today. “... Wouldn’t you know it, I overstocked the gift shop- why don’t you two take a lil’ something?” Paz slowly let her body turn on a dime, eyes half-dead and set on the old man.

He shrugged, closing his eyes as he somehow continued counting money.

“Look- just take something before I regret it.” Paz didn’t need to be told twice. She silently trekked through the gift shop, eyes half-hazed from exhaustion. Her fingers wrapped around the cold metal of an item. It seemed almost like a gun, but there was no way Grunkle Stan would have a gun in his shop, right?

Paz let her eyes focus blearily. Resting in her hands was-....

Something familiar.

Something unique.

Something that tugged at her mind.

But why, she had no idea.

“... You sure you don’t want something else? There are plenty of dolls for girls in the shop.”

“...…. No. It needs to be this.”

She couldn’t explain it.

It made no sense.

But she knew it was necessary....

.... One day....

#chapter one #[logic cat: paz]#[excited dog: oberon]#[Gravity Falls: Exponential Disasters]#long chapter holy crap-#some chapters will be super short and some will be long apparently #so uh fair warning XD

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Wendip Week Day Two - Typical Pines Luck

I went a different direction with this story.

Gravity Falls High School

Friday October 10th, 2014

Man, the first couple of weeks here at Gravity Falls High have been fun. I’ve been able to spend a good amount of time with Wendy and the gang. I’ve got homeroom (English Lit) and lunch with Mabel, Biology with Wendy and Candy, Creative Writing with Pacifica, Lee, and Tambry, French with Wendy and Grenda, Calc 2 with Wendy and Tambry, and Cooking with Grenda. Wendy, Nate, and Pacifica are in the same lunch as Mabel and I. That leaves me with one class where I really don’t know anyone, Conditioning. Being on the track team I felt I needed to take a athletics class to keep my stamina up during the off season.

The only down side is I seem to have attracted to attention of Allan Weems, one of the muscle heads who plays tackle for the Gravity Falls Grizzlies. At six foot two and approximately three hundred pounds of muscle, his size really is all he has going for him. The nose ring he wears outside of football games only adds to the reason he’s nicknamed Bull, mostly he has it cause he’s about as bright as one. He’s not an actual Gravity Falls resident, he comes from one of the little towns that are still in the county but lay just outside the valley. Hirschburg or Ritterton maybe.

“Alright guys, you have ten minutes till the bell. Get in there and get clean. I don’t want any complaints from the other teachers.” Coach Doherty said after he blew his whistle to signal the end of the class.

I stayed back as the rest of the guys headed into the locker. After I was certain that everyone should be mostly in the showers I head in and quickly get out of my gym clothes. Wrapping my self in my towel I head to the shower stalls and grab the first empty one. When I was done I dried off and rushed out to get dressed. Unfortunately Allan was waiting on me. Even worse, we were the last ones in the locker room.

“So Dipwad, how’s my favorite tackling dummy?” he asked as he held something behind his back, as I got closer I realized it was my gym shirt and he had wrapped it tightly around his fist, “You know what, I really don’t care.”

Before I knew what was happening he stepped close and punched me twice in the stomach. As I gasped for air he dropped my shirt over my head and started walking away.

When he got to the door he looked back and said “Well this was fun, let’s do it again tomorrow.”

After catching my breath, I got dressed just as the bell sounded. Walking out of the locker I found Coach Doherty waiting on me.

“You ok, Pines? Mr. Weems told me as he left that he thought he heard you trip on something as he left the locker room.” He asked as h saw me exit.

Just my luck, Allan gave the Coach an explanation for why I took so long. Not really wanting to press the issue I said, “Eh, I just stubbed my toe is all Coach.”

“Well I hope you didn’t break it. From everything I’ve seen so for I‘m looking forward to seeing you on the track this year.” He said as I headed towards the door.

I stopped at my locker and traded out my morning books for the ones I’ll need after lunch.

“Hey broseph, ready for the Friday meatloaf?” Mabel asks as she opened her locker. She had art the period before and still had some paint on the back of her hand.

“I guess, it can’t be any worse than Stan’s mystery meat surprise.” I replied still holding my sore stomach.

We got our food and headed towards the table that Nate had grabbed. We were the last ones there as Wendy and Pacifica were already eating.

As Mabel sat down she turned to Pacifica and said, “Oh man, Paz. Did you hear what happened today in the Candy’s gym class? Apparently there was a big fight between two of her classmates.”

“Yeah, I heard. Apparently Jimmy Holman found out that Marion Albert, his girlfriend, was seeing Aaron Holtz on the side. He just walked up to Aaron and punched him, ended up taking half the class to separate them. Someone said it looked like Aaron’s nose looked broken.” Pacifica said as she sort of picked through the food on her tray. She’s told me that she no longer cared about her food meeting a four star rating but she still was leery of school cafeteria food. Welcome to the club princess.

“That’s what Candy said too. Though she said it looked like Aaron actually threw the first punch.” Mabel said around a spoonful of mashed potatoes.

“Eh, either way they both got suspended.” Pacifica said just before it seems like hunger won out and she took a bite of the meatloaf.

That there was one of the reasons I just took the punches earlier and didn’t fight back. Heck. He didn’t hit anywhere near as bad as Rumble, so there’s that also. But there is a reason that is even more important to me.

“God, I hate it when guys fight like that.” Wendy said after she swallowed her bite of meatloaf. “This could have easily been handled by talking. And they’re fighting each other and are either wondering what her opinion of the situation is, I mean maybe she didn’t think they were exclusive.”

And there is the most important reason I didn’t fight back. Wendy dislikes guys fighting. And after we lost Robbie, I realized just how short life can be and I decided I would follow my own advice from a couple of years ago and strive to be someone worthy of her love. That doesn’t mean I’m changing anything about me, it just means that I’m gonna improve the me that I already am. Oh shoot, Mabel is talking to me.

“Huh?” was all I was able to get out as a response.

“I asked if you were gonna finish that?” Mabel said pointing towards my less than half eaten tray and more specifically the chocolate pudding.

“Oh, yeah. Here you go, take what you want.” I say as I slide the tray over to her.

“Hey Dip, you still coming over to work on Calc and Biology homework?” Wendy asked after Mabel snagged the last half of my meatloaf and the pudding.

“Sure, I’ve even got The Monster Of The Cape to bring over to watch if we have time afterwards.” I say with a smile.

"Sweet. We’ll have to rush through the homework then.” Wendy says with a smirk.

The rest of the day went by like normal and soon Mabel and I were back at the house dad found on the outskirts of downtown. I took a moment to look over Mabel’s homework while she got ready for a night with the gals. Pacifica, Candy, Grenda, and surprisingly Tambry are all gonna be there. I think Mabel is wanting to plan the baby shower.

After I was done, her work was on par for her which means she’ll get a b plus at least, I grabbed my bag, the DVD, and a microwave burrito. I was just heading to the front door when my phone went off.

“Hey there.” I said as I heard Wendy’s voice on the other end, “Yeah, I was just heading out. You’re where?”

I heard a knock echo through the phone and from the front door. When I opened the door there she stood.

“Well since you’re ready I may as well come pick you up.” She said as a greeting.

"I was gonna walk, but a ride with my best friend does sound great.” I said as I walked out the door. Once I was out I noticed something, her truck wasn’t there. Turning to her I asked, “Ok, if you’re giving me a ride where’s your truck.”

“It never really was mine, Dad was just letting me use it. Marcus just got his license so dad is letting him use it now.” Wendy said as she shut the door and started heading towards the street.

“Ok, if you don’t have the truck how are we getting to your house?” I asked looking around as I followed her, thinking that maybe she had borrowed the Mystery cart from Soos or something.

“Well you see, when I got home Uncle Randy and his son Seth were there. At first I was afraid they were there cause dad was making plans to send me up to the logging camp next summer. But no, they were there to give me an early birthday and graduation present.” She said as we got to the sidewalk. We headed past our driveway when we stopped in front of a charcoal grey van. “Here she is, a seventy-nine WV Uberkreuzung Microbus. It was my Grandpa’s, then Randy’s, and now its mine.”

“Cool,” I said as she unlocked the door. I hopped in as she ran around to the driver’s side. I unlocked her door for her and she climbed on in.

“We need to stop and grab some snacks but then back to my place to study.” Wendy said as she turned the key.

We sopped at the store and picked up a couple bags of chips, a bag of puffed corn, and a case of Pitt. After that it was a quick drive and we made it back to her place. The homework was done in less than ten minutes and that was with me going over the definitions of an infinite series and partial sums twice to make sure she got them. But really the homework is just an excuse we use to hang out anyways. We then cracked open the snacks and tossed the DVD into her player. She then plopped down on her stomach while I leaned back on a backrest pillow I had bought and left here last year just for movie nights. Grabbing a handful of puffcorn settled in for a marathon of jokes about the quality (or lack of it) of the special effects.

“Ok, that suit doesn’t even have matching seams. I meant look you can see the actors neck right there.” she called out as the ‘monster’ chase a hapless co-ed through a dock of fishing boats.

“Ok, there are several potential weapons on those boats. I mean I see a spear gun laying on the deck of that one. Why don’t she go for one. Or maybe even just get on one of the boats and hide in it’s cabin.” I added after I had taken a swig of Pitt.

“They probably didn’t get permission from any of the boat owners. Hell I would be surprised that they permission to even film on the dock.” She said as she playfully swatted my stomach. Unfortunately I was still tender and I winced at the contact. Now Wendy is definitely no dummy and noticed something was wrong. “You ok, Dip? I barely touched you there.”

“Oh, it’s nothing.” I said as I tried to play it off. I did not want her worrying about me getting into a fight or worse her getting in trouble fighting him in my place.

“Dip. We’ve been friends for a couple of years now, I know when you’re lying man.” She said as propped herself up with her right arm before sitting to look at me better. “And if it’s something that you feel like you have to lie to me, then I know it’s gotta be something big. You don’t lie to me. So what is it?”

“It’s nothing.” I said as I tried to withdraw from her gaze.

Not buying it she said, “Nope, something is wrong. Luckily for me I have learned of a weakness in your armor from Mabel for just this occasion.”

Before I knew what was happening she was on me and began tickling me. She started under my arms but quickly worked down my sides. I started laughing and as my diaphragm contracted during a particularly loud laugh I again grimaced.

Seeing that she grabbed the edge of my shirt and lifted it. I hadn’t seen it myself yet, it looked like him wrapping his hand didn’t do much towards preventing a bruise from forming.

“Dude, what the hell?” She yelled as she got a good look at it. “Who did this? Tell me and I’ll beat the crap out of them!”

“That’s why I was hiding it, I don’t want you getting in trouble on account of me. Principal Reeves has been doing nothing but praising the turnaround you have made in the last couple of years and I don’t want to ruin that on my account.” I said as I tried to pull my shirt back down to cover it back up.

She let go of my shirt and sat back up, pulled her legs under her, and then leaned against the wall behind her. When was done she asked, “Please tell me you at least gave it to them as good as you got?”

“No,” I said not looking her in the face.

“Wait a minute.” Was her response. She followed up with, “What? Why?”

“Don’t worry about it. I’m fine” I said almost feeling like I was twelve again.

“Nope, I’m gonna worry about you man.” She said with a look of genuine concern, “Now why didn’t you fight back? Whoever did this couldn’t be worse than those two gnomes that found the growth crystals back in June. We kicked their tails.”

I mumbled something barely audible.

“What was that?” she asked as she leaned closer to me.

“You don’t like guys fighting.” I repeated at a volume that she could hear.

I started to get up before I felt her hand on my shoulder. She pulled me back down and turned me so I was facing her in one turn. “Yeah, I hate guys fighting for stupid reasons. Defending yourself is never a stupid reason.”

She pulled me into a hug, “Dude, I want you to be safe. But next time this guy does something, defend yourself. I mean why else was Stan giving you and Mabel boxing lessons.”

As I pulled back I got lost in her eyes again, they were so full of worry for me. A part of me wondered if there was something else there too.

“I will.” I finally said as I realized how long I had been staring turning my head I saw that the movie was over. Looking down at my watch I said, “Man, I gotta get going. Mom and Dad want me home for dinner. Tell you what, keep the DVD here and we can watch it next time.”

I leaned forward and gave her another hug.

When I let go Wendy said, “Do you really have to go. I was hoping we could get in another movie at least.”

“Yeah, unfortunately the rents aren’t as forgiving as Stan is for coming home late.” I said as I gathered up my school books.

“You want a ride back?” she asked as she slid off the front of her bed and turned off her tv.

“Yeah, thanks.” I replied as I zipped up my backpack. “You’re working tomorrow, right?”

“Sure, maybe we can hang after work tomorrow.” She said as we headed out of room.

Mystery Shack

Saturday October 11th, 2014

Well today has mostly been about organizing displays and placing some in mothballs till next spring. Soos did take one group out on a tour and should be back sometime soon, but really the season is over. I mean we may get some to come through for Halloween, but this is Oregon tourist season is over.

I was dusting some souvenirs when I felt a large hand on my shoulder and heard a voice I was not wanting to hear, “Why Dipwad, what a pleasant surprise.”

He roughly turned me around and pushed me up against the shelves. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Wendy look like she was about to jump the counter. I waved her off just as he continued, "Well I guess I shouldn’t be too surprised. I mean a freak like you must fit right in with all of this junk.”

“Now you can call me names, but you best not insult the Shack.” I said as I for once push him back.

It doesn’t move him much but it does seem to phase him. It seemed to crack his veneer of superiority, but he seemed to recover his bravado quickly. Glaring down at me he said, “Whatchu gonna do about it. The only good things in this pig sty is red over there and that cute lil sister of yours. Where did she go anyways, she was here when I got here. “

“That’s it. Step outside.” I say as I once again pushed him. This time it moved him enough that I was able to start heading towards the door. Wendy was staring daggers at him as I neared. In a whisper I ask, “Is he coming?”

“On your six, but he just started moving.” she responded her gaze softening as she turned it towards me. “Is he the one?”

“Yeah. There’s gonna be a fight, I’m not sure you’re gonna want to see this.” I said as I reached the door.

She pulled a ‘closed for break’ sign out from under the counter and set it in front of the register. “I’m not gonna miss this.”

I found out later that she had pulled out her phone and sent a group text to Mabel, Soos, and the rest of the gang that read ‘Dipper about to confront a bully outside of Shack, fight probable’.

As I made it outside I headed towards the grassy area south of the parking lot. Mabel was running out from behind the Shack carrying a stack of signs, the visible one read ‘Round One’. She made it over to where I was about the time Bull got out of the front door. He was followed shortly by Wendy.

“So you’re fighting Bull. Man, what an idiot.” Mabel said as she saw who I was looking at. Realizing that what she said could have sounded like she was calling me the idiot, she clarified “Not you, him. It takes him forever to get something through his thick skull. He most have asked me out at least twice a week since school started and I’ve turned him down every time.”

“Oh there she is.” Bull said as he realized Mabel had joined me, “Hey there cutie. How about after I beat the snot out of your brother, you n me go to Hermanos Brothers for a tray of tacos?”

“Kick him where the sun don’t shine, broseph.” Mabel said as she backed away and headed towards Wendy.

About that time Soos showed up with his tour group. I recognized three other members of the football team and a guy that looked like he could be Bull’s dad.

“This him?” I heard the older guy ask.

“Yep, he’s my project this year. He’s got all the basics; weird name, class geek, smaller than me, crush on a girl out of his league, you know the works.” Bull said as he looked at his dad. And with that what hope I had that his dad would help out faded. At least it looked like he had shocked and maybe disgusted his fellow team members, “He's a push over. He hasn’t even complained yet.”

“Then why is he fighting you now?” I heard his dad ask.

“Oh, he’s just trying to show off for Red there.” Bull said throwing his thumb in Wendy’s direction. It was a good thing that Mabel was there to hold Wendy back or I may not even got a chance to have this fight.

“Well he at least has some good taste.” Bull’s dad said as he took a look at Wendy, “And if looks could kill, you’d be dead son. I wonder if he isn’t reaching to far there. You ever try for her?”

"Oh hell no dad, she’s a Corduroy. The whole family plays with axes like they were toys. That’s a crazy I’m not touching. She’s the one that dislocated Lorenzo's shoulder last year when he tried to cop a feel.” Bull said as he grimaced remembering the incident, “Now Dipwad here won’t last five minutes. He’s a wuss.”

“You’re right, he isn’t much to look at. We’ll see how he is doing after this fight, maybe we can use him as a janitor at the farm.” His dad said almost pushing bull towards me. “Enough talking, go get him.”

As he got closer I held my hands up and said, “Before we start I have to warn you I have a purple belt…”

Before I could finish he rushed at me yelling, “I don’t care, we’re here to fight not talk fashion.”

I side stepped him and brought my hand down across the back of his head, smacking him. This did nothing more than anger him, good an angry opponent is a sloppy opponent.

We threw punches back and forth for a moment. I did my best to remember what my teachers’ taught me and kept my guard up to deflect most of his blows, all the while ensuring I landed mine. He still got me a couple times and I am gonna be sore tomorrow. Finally I got an opening. He threw a wild punch that I deflected, as soon as I did I brought my right knee up straight into his gut. After that connected, as he went backwards I snapped my right foot out and connected to his jaw. He fell flat.

“Do you give?” I asked as he went to get up.

There was still fire in his eyes as he stood. He rushed towards me with murderous intent. I reached out and grabbed his collar, put my left foot into his stomach, and rolled backwards flipping him in the process. I gained my footing first and as he tried to rise I brought my left foot down on the back of his head knocking him flat. When he didn’t try to rise again I reached down and felt for a breath and checked his pulse.

"You lil son of a…” His dad yelled as he tried to get to me, only to be stopped by the other members of his sons football team.

“Just grab Allan and go Mr. Weems,” said the one I now remember is named Frank, I think he's in French with me. “And tell Allan not to bother showing up at the game tomorrow. We’re gonna report that he admitted to the bullying to Coach. He has a zero tolerance policy.”

“And we’ll just deny it, it’ll be your word against ours.” Mr. Weems said as he started towards his son.

“Probably not dood, I’ve got like the whole thing recorded on my phone. Including everything you and sleeping beauty said.” Soos called from where he was standing with his phone aimed at Mr. Weems.

Wendy and Mabel rushed over to me as Mr. Weems gathered his son as he came to and got him to their truck.

“That was great man, I knew you had it in you.” Wendy said as they both hugged me.

“Way to go bro, glad to see the classes finally are paying off.” Mabel added.

“Alright, not so tight you two.” I said as I winced from how sore I was now that the fight was over.

Wendy remembered my bruised midsection and released quickly before asking Mabel, “Classes? I wouldn’t really call those boxing lessons Stan gave you and Dipper classes.”

“Not those, but Dip did use some of those techniques today. I’m talking our kickboxing classes. We’ve been going since we were ten, but Dip here didn’t take them serious until we got back from that first summer. That’s why he only has his purple belt, I’ve got my brown belt.” Mabel replied as she backed off and got into a fighting stance.

“Oh, so that's what you were trying to tell him.” Wendy said as she brought her arm up and settled it down on my shoulder. “I thought you were just trying to confuse him.”

“It wasn’t my intention but it did seem to work out that way.” I said as I try to head towards the Shack, the next thing he knows he is being hoisted up on a uneven pair of shoulders as Wendy and Soos carry him towards the Shack. It seemed Mabel was already sharing the video Soos had taken with the rest of the gang who hadn’t made it to the fight. I wouldn’t be surprised if I hear from the Stans before the Weekend is over about it, too.

“Thanks guys but really, I’m good. I just want to get some ice on my lip and jaw and, if it’s alright with you Soos, find somewhere to collapse. The adrenaline is wearing off and I am sore.” I said as we got to the porch.

As they sat me down on my feet Soos said, “Oh, sure dood. Go ahead and take the rest of the day off. You’ve earned it.”

After a look from Melody, which carried some sort of mental message that married people seem able to do (I’ll have to investigate that later), Soos added “Hey Wendy, you have the most knowledge out of us when it comes to first aid, why don’t you take the rest of the day off too and take care of the Dipster.”

“Oh yeah, Wends. I’ll cover for you if needed.” I heard come back from wherever Mabel was at.

“You don’t have to tell me twice. Sit right here and rest Dip, I’ll go grab the ice and then we can go back to my place and try to watch that movie again.” Wendy said as she help me to the chair Soos had placed by the gift shop’s entrance. Then she ran on into the shack.

“You can thank me and Melody later dawg.” Soos said before he and Melody entered the Shack. And believe me I did.

#gravity falls #wendy corduroy #dipper pines #wendip #mabel pines #soos ramirez #melody #Wendip Week 2018

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ceslawrites · 6 years

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What The Dickens?! A Fiddauthor Christmas Carol

A one shot fiddauthor fic for @tunaraptor, my @disford Secret Santa partner! Enjoy below the cut, or read on Ao3!

To begin with, Northwest Manor had been no stranger to Christmas parties in the days when the Northwests properly owned it. Naturally, those parties were exclusive only to the cruel clan’s wealthiest friends and allies; they were lavish affairs meant only to flout the Northwest’s many possessions. There were feasts consisting of meat from all sorts of endangered animals that had been killed in various nasty ways, presents for the children that had been bought from embezzling Christmas charities, and dull party games that were just thinly veiled excuses to insult each other under the guise of holiday cheer. Not a true drop of good will towards mankind could be found at these splendid affairs, as sparkling and hollow as a crystal ornament dangling from an endangered Redwood’s boughs.

Thankfully, those days were as dead as a doornail now that the mansion belonged to Fiddleford Hadron McGucket. Good fortune had smiled down on McGucket in the last few years; his inventions had given him wealth beyond his wildest dreams. This might have made a greedier man miserly, but McGucket loved nothing more than to give his fortune back to his friends, neighbors and loved ones, with Christmas being his most favorite time of all. He too liked to throw a holiday party every Christmas eve, but the guest list included everyone in town, with enough accommodations to satisfy all.

On the night before Christmas, everyone who lived in Gravity Falls, both human and magical creature alike, was at McGucket’s party. Food from Greasy’s Diner was served at the feast, lovingly provided by Lazy Susan (I can say with full certainty that no finer Christmas Dinner of pancakes, omelets and coffee had ever been seen in the history of the Yuletide season). The gnomes had formed a roving chorus of carolers that roamed the halls serenading guests with cheerful holiday carols, afterwards they would then ask for a small donation to the local children’s hospital under threat of bodily harm. Both Dipper and Mabel, who were visiting for the holidays, had taken to decorating the mansion with their friends and Gideon, who refused to leave them alone. Even Stan was in a marvelous mood, having dumped an entire flask of gold ru—I mean, “Happy Jolly Christmas Water with No Alcoholic Properties Whatsoever” into is carton of eggnog.

While all this pandemonium broke out through the house, Ford Pines was navigating the vast sea of revelers in order to find his husband. He fiddled with one of the wedding bands on his left hand anxiously, Ford never cared much for huge parties with lots of people, preferring to spend his evenings left to his own devices or, at the most, with his family and closest friends. Fiddleford was the one who loved celebrations, and yet he was nowhere to be found.

“Kids,” Ford called up to Mabel, who was standing on top of a ladder hanging a sprig of Mistletoe above one of the doorways. Her friends Candy, Grenda and even Pacifica Northwest herself were stringing garlands of holly everywhere, not particularly caring where they ended up as long as it looked festive.

“Hey Grunkle Ford,” said Mabel cheerfully, accidentally dropping the mistletoe on top of Pacifica Northwest’s head. “Whoops! Sorry!”

“Oooh,” said Candy and Grenda in unison. “Paz is gonna get kisses!”

“Get this moldy, sexual harassment weed off of me,” Pacifica sneered as she yanked the mistletoe out of her hair. She passed it off to a flying gaggle of sugar plum fairies, who later nestled the mistletoe into the hair of a pretty white haired elf, which lead to another romantic holiday tale for another time. All stories lead into other stories, and this party was a mass of stories waiting to be told, but we must focus on the tale Ford and Fidds for tonight, or we’ll lose ourselves entirely.

“Girls,” said Ford patiently, “Have you seen Fiddleford anywhere? He’s missing his own party!”

“I saw him sitting by the tree in the game room earlier,” said Pacifica, pointing down the hall to a slightly ajar door. “He looked like he was having some, I don’t know, old age introspection, so I left him alone.”

“Thanks Penny—”

“… Pacifica?”

“—Right. Sorry,” mumbled Ford absentmindedly as he made his way to the game room. “Honestly though, who names a child that?”

“Old Money sociopaths,” Pacifica replied as she turned her attention back to decorating.

Ford found his husband staring up wistfully up at the top of a magnificent Christmas tree, where high above a mechanical angel Fidds had invented gleamed in the dim light of the room.

“Everything all right, Fidds,” asked Ford, placing a hand on his shoulder. Fiddleford smiled as he placed his own hand on Ford’s.

“I guess I was just feelin’ a little blue,” sighed Fidds, “seeing the kids having a good time… I cain’t remember what Christmas used to be like when I was young. I didn’t want to spoil the party, so I just came in here to act all pensive and melancholy on my lonesome. Ya don’t have ta stay—”

“Of course I do,” Ford whispered. He took Fidds’ hand and kissed it tenderly. “Why don’t we sit on the couch together and watch the fire, maybe that’ll make you feel better?”

“Aw, I don’t wanna keep ya cooped up here,” said Fidds, gifting Ford with a smile, “They’re gonna start playing A Christmas Carol out on the TV soon, ya don’t wanna miss that.”

“Oh yes I do,” said Ford disgustedly. “Charles Dickins’ A Christmas Carol is the most trite, sentimental story in the entire canon of British Literature, and only hacks with no imagination whatsoever rely on it whenever they want to tell a Christmas story.”

… And then Ford slapped himself in the face for no apparent reason.

“Ow!”

“What cha do that fer?” asked Fiddleford, startled.

“I’m… not really sure,” said Ford, rubbing the place where his hand had struck. He smiled apologetically to Fidds, and then set his sight on an old record player sitting across the room. Suddenly hit with inspiration, Ford made his way over to the machine and put in an old album

“Truth be told,” said Ford with a warm smile as the first few bars of the Arabian Dance began to play, “I was always fonder of The Nutcracker myself.”

He offered his hand to Fiddleford.

“Would you like to dance?”

Fiddleford took Ford’s hand without a drop of hesitation. The slow, sultry sounds of woodwinds and cymbals filled the room as they danced a sort of tango across the game room floor. It wasn’t long before Fiddleford unshackled the gloom that had weighed him down like great chains of lead, losing himself completely to the music and Ford’s gentle touch.

“Where’d ya learn to move ‘round like that,” Fidds giggled as Ford lowered him into a sudden dip.

“The Dance Dimension, the one where everyone communicates through dancing,” Ford said before kissing the tip of Fiddleford’s nose.

“Y’ought ta show off them fancy moves off at the party,” said Fiddleford.

“Soon enough,” Ford shrugged as he pulled up his partner, “but I want to finish this one first.” Ford spun Fiddleford around as the music began to slowly fade away, finishing it off by pulling his partner close into a passionate kiss. It was a perfect moment.

Pity that’s the exact time the ghost showed up.

The fire in the hearth blew out as an unearthly chill engulfed the room, the door slammed itself open and closed, drawing the attention of the girls decorating in the hall. The walls rattled ferociously, knocking several of the mounted animal heads onto the floor, all while an ominous moaning began to fill the air, louder and louder until it was an unbearable pitch.

“What’s going on?” shouted Mabel over the commotion.

“I don’t know,” Ford cried back as he held a frightened Fiddleford close to his chest. “But it’s possibly a category ten ghost—you girls stay back just in case!”

The apparition finally manifest itself into physical form, bound in chains that clasped in the middle and weighed it down miserably.

“PRESTON NORTHWEST,” wailed the creature, its gruesome face frozen in rigor mortis even as it spoke in a horrible, hoarse voice.

“… What?” Fiddleford blinked in confusion.

“Ugh, Uncle Marley, dad doesn’t live here anymore, now stop bothering Mr. McGucket,” said Pacifica, making her way into the room with the rest of the girls.

“Uncle Marley?”

“Yeah,” said Pacifica, rolling her eyes, “He was Great-Great-Grandfather’s business partner a hundred years ago who died stealing Christmas from all the children of townspeople who owed him money, and now every Christmas he’s stuck warning every new generation of Northwests that if they don’t change their ways, they’ll be trapped to the same fate he earned.”

“Ohhhh, that’s so festive,” cheered Mabel.

“It gets old quickly,” said Pacifica with a scowl.

“Well,” Fiddleford stepped toward the ghost nervously, “I’m awful sorry mister, but Preston Northwest don’t live here no more. And don’t bother the girl neither, she’s a good kid.” Fidds clapped a protective hand on Pacifica’s shoulder, which made her smile. “Ain’t anybody haunting anybody here tonight. Although, yer more than welcome to join the party downstairs, there’s plenty of ghosts ya can hang out with there if’n ya want to stay.”

“Alas,” said the ghost mournfully, “I cannot rest, I cannot stay, I cannot linger anywhere—”

“Didn’t stop you from ruining my fourth grade Christmas sleepover,” mumbled Pacifica under her breath.

“I must admit this is most inconvenient,” said the ghost, scratching his chin pensively. “I was sent to herald the arrival of the ghost of Christmas Past, Present and Yet To Come, they’ll be quite put out that they won’t be able to perform their duties tonight.”

“Wait,” said Ford with a bright smile that began to glow in the darkness of the room. “Perhaps we could work something out…”

The Ghost of Christmas present was, in his entire jolly splendor, a welcome edition to the party, providing a surplus of food and comfort for all to enjoy. He and Mabel became fast friends as they lead the party to new heights of merriment, to the point where even Pacifica couldn’t help but crack a smile.

The formidable Ghost of Christmas Yet To Come wanted nothing more than to haunt Preston Northwest with visions of his terrible fate if he were to continue to be a jealous, greedy jerk, but the specter was content to postpone that frightful encounter as Candy and Grenda quizzed him on such pressing matters as whether or not Marius would give Grenda another palace for Christmas, and who Candy should kiss on New Years Eve.

Of the haunting trio, however, the Ghost of Christmas Past was the one Ford had most wanted to see.

“Can you show him a few Christmases from his childhood,” he indicated Fiddleford with a gesture of his hand, “It would mean the world to him.”

“Of course,” said the luminous child, taking both old men by the hand.

In an instant, they were transported into a series of faded memories: young Fiddleford ice skating out on a pond in Tennessee, then another scene where little Fidds unwrapped a new banjo underneath a Christmas tree, Fiddleford tucking his young son into bed and reading The Night Before Christmas to help the child fall asleep soon. Old McGucket could barely hold back his tears of joy as each scene danced before him in an instant.

“Is this all right,” said Ford nervously, “do you like it? We can stop if you want–”

“I love it,” Fiddleford croaked, throwing his arms around Ford’s waist. “Thank you… thank you so much…”

Ford gently kissed the top of Fiddleford’s head.

“Screw it,” he whispered. “God bless us, every one.”

#fiddauthor #ceslatoil's fic fix #disford secret santa

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devianthqs · 5 years

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Halston sage, (she), bisexual. did you hear ? Pacifica Northwest, a ( canon) character in ( Gravity Falls ), went deviant 9 years ago ! now she’s a 22 y/o waitress. people either think she is SNOOBY and PRIDEFUL or BRAVE and LOYAL but associate her w/Money, luxury, the forest, mini-golf, sense of fashion, and defiance either way. they DO remember pulling down the lever to let the town in to the Northwest manor ( Paz, she/her,ctm.)

you’re breaking script ! a flaw’s in your code, PACIFICA NORTHWEST ( HALSTON SAGE ) ! quick, head down to blue creek, a place where you & your fellow deviants are WELCOME.

#gravity falls rp #cartoon rp #animated rp #gf rp #fandom rp #accepted #mcraked

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thepeanutbutterwizard · 7 years

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Reverse Falls fic request for @waldorkler

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What?” Pacifica and Gideon say together

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Is that a cannon?” Pacifica squeaked

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

“Is that...safe?”

“That is an excellent question.”

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

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

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

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

“Did you see that chair levitate?”

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

“It was like real magic!”

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

“What”

“Really?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Really?!” The children say together

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

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

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

#gravity falls #reverse falls #my writing #fic request #ford pines #grunkle ford #stan pines #grunkle stan #mabel pines #dipper pines #gideon gleeful #pacifica northwest #smoking #waldorkler #here ya go!

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Shooting Star

Chapter 2 of 2

Fandom(s): Gravity Falls

Rating: T

Summary: Requested by @waldorkler. Mabel is killed by Bill during Weirdmeggedoen, readily sacrificing herself to save her brother.

Date Uploaded: May 8th, 2017

3 Years Later

Dipper hummed softly as the bus he was on made it’s way along a small forest road on the way to Gravity Falls. He doodled runes in his journal, unable to keep the smile off his face. He was finally going home. Granted it had taken 3 years, a near constant stream of arrests for things like trespassing and destruction of property, and the fury of Pacifica Northwest to convince his parents to let him come back.

Still, being on the way home made him feel better than he had in years. Better than every exorcised ghost, banished fae, and dead ghoul ever could. Of course, every one of those things had gotten him arrested, so maybe that was a bad comparison.

Dipper practically jumped out of his seat as the bus pulled up to his stop. He didn’t bother trying to contain his excitement (he was the only person on the bus after all) and ran down the aisle before jumping all the steps just as the doors opened. His Grunkles, Wendy, Soos, and Pacifica were all waiting by the bench for him, bright smiles on his face.

Soos was the first to rush forward and envelop Dipper in a giant bear hug. “Welcome home, little man! Or not so little man. You’re significantly taller than you were when you left.”

Dipper laughed and hugged Soos back. “Well, it was three years ago, but thanks Soos.”

Wendy plucked her old hat off Dipper’s head and dropped the blue trucker’s cap onto his head. Both hats were pretty worn from wear, but they were still recognizable. She smirked at him as he straightened the hat. Dipper chose not to comment on the fact that her college was four hours away from Gravity Falls and also that it was a Thursday.

Pacifica smiled at him, placing her had on her hip. “Look at you. And here I was thinking that you were just blocks of texts in my email inbox.”

“Hey! That email was very hard to set up and maintain! Especially after my parents decided the Internet was the source of all my ‘issues’ and literally sat behind me every time I asked to use the computer. Did I mention I had to ask for permission to use the computer? Like a five year old.”

Pacifica rolled her eyes, “Stop whining. It’s not cute.”

“Shut up, Paz.”

“Never.”

Dipper turned to his Grunkles and hugged them both. “Hi Grunkle Stan, Grunkle Ford.”

“Welcome home, Dipper,” Ford said before pulling back, “We hear you’ve been doing a lot of good work back in Piedmont, but…”

“47 arrests?” Stan interrupted, “Come on, kid, I know you’re smarter than that! I taught you better, than that! Looks like we’re going to have to have actual lessons!”

Ford sighed, “Stan, you are not taking Dipper out on a robbery.”

“Robbery implies a threat of violence! I was thinking something more along the lines of burglary.”

“No, Stan.”

Dipper beamed. Yep, he was home.

“My parents would kill me if they saw me in this. I love it.”

Dipper smiled at Pacifica as she ran her hands along the old, orange VW van. It was pretty perfect. Big, spacious, and weird as all come out. Of course, the idea of running their business out of the back of an old van seemed silly (like Scooby Doo silly), but it was also so very them.

“We could get Soos to help us take out some of the seats, get some storage bins to hold all the stuff, make sure we also pack the best camping gear we can get…”

Pacifica pulled out a cigarette and lit it. “We need business cards or flyers or something. We can put them up at every dinner we stop at.”

“We’ll only be able to take some of our lore books…” Dipper pulled out a journal; this one adorned with the number five and started writing. “We’ll need to pool our college funds together to make our money last as long as possible.”

Pacifica blew out a long breath of smoke, “Dipper, you’re a man after my own heart.”

“You still haven’t gotten over the ‘piss my parents off in every way possible’ phase?”

“I’ve made it my life goal.”

Dipper glanced up from his writing and paused his pen for a second. “I thought our life goal was to rid the west coast of monsters.”

Pacifica shrugged and made a soft “meh” noise. She breathed in her cigarette for a few seconds, breathed out again, and looked at Dipper curiously. “So, we going to buy it or not?”

“Oh, definitely.”

Dipper pretended not to notice as Pacifica sat down on the rock next to him, placing a cigarette into the cigarette holder decorated with a snake and several jewels. She opened held out her pack to him.

“Come on, Dipper. You think I don’t notice that you take the occasional one on bad nights?”

Dipper sighed and accepted the offer; taking a long drag once he’d lit the cigarette.

Pacifica took a few drags on her own cigarette before she spoke up. “Talking to Mabel again?” Dipper glanced at her. “You know that cigarette holder was cursed three weeks ago, right?”

“But it’s not anymore. So, what do you talk to her about?”

Dipper let a long breath out through his teeth, “Whatever. Weird things we’ve seen. Jobs we take. How my day went. That time I caught you singing Lady Gaga while you thought I was asleep.”

“You told her about that? You’re the worst.”

Dipper let a small smile slip past.

“Hey, Mabel?” Pacifica called up at her star, “Did Dipper tell you about the time he decided it would be a good idea to check out a chupacabra case and he had to bath in the river and he got caught in the current?”

Dipper groaned, “Don’t tell her that.”

Pacifica just smirked before going somber, “It doesn’t ever really get better, does it?”

Dipper took a deep breath. “It gets easier to not think about I think. And it helps that she didn’t want me to dwell. If I think about it too hard, though, it’s just as bad as they day it happened.”

Pacifica hummed. “The world is shit.”

“Can’t argue with that.”

“But what if it’s aliens?”

“It’s not.”

“But what if it is?”

Pacifica sighed and gripped the steering wheel a little tighter, “Dipper, it’s never aliens.”

“But what if it is?”

“If you’re going to keep this up, I need a smoke,” she looked at him from the corner of her eye, “It’s probably just a meteoroid or some space junk.”

Dipper smiled, “Yeah, alien space junk.”

Pacifica glared at him and brought the car to a stop. Before she could even get a single word out, Dipper was out of the van with a bag over one shoulder and a journal tucked under his arms. It had been ages since Pacifica had seen him this excited, and even though it was almost certainly not aliens, Pacifica didn’t have the heart to keep telling him it wasn’t.

She trailed behind him at a much more reserved pace in the direct of the small crater that had recently formed just outside of Gravity Falls. Dipper had the decency to wait for her at the top of the crater at least. They climbed down together and Dipper brushed away some dirt only to freeze.

Pacifica didn’t get it at first. It was a small mass of mangled metal and wire. If she looked at it the right way, it almost looked like…

“Braces…” Dipper choked and fell fully onto his knees, “Mabel…”

Dipper scooped the braces up and held them to his chest, tears beginning to slip down his face.

Pacifica sat down next to him and rubbed his back, “It’s okay… Let it out, Dipper. Let it out.”

Dipper broke down in front of her, raw, angry, loud, sobs mixing with screams and curses as he held the mess of metal close and rocked back and forth. Pacifica sat with him and rubbed his back, already thinking of asking Robby for a plot at the cemetery.

Nobody in town would ask why Dipper wanted to bury a small mass of metal next to Old Man McGucket.

Nearly eighty years later, Dipper was lying in a hospital room. Somehow, he’d managed to outlive everyone. Stan, Ford and Soos had nearly been a given. They were so much older then him, and if he’d died before his Grunkles he was pretty sure they would have raised hell to get in contact with him and beat up his ghost. Wendy died hunting a vampire in England of all places. Pacifica had succumbed to lung cancer almost five years ago, years of smoking finally catching up with her. Dipper wife, Theodora, had passed not long after that. Dipper wasn’t alone of course. His daughter, Jadis, had brought her wife and their kids to say goodbye. Grenda, her voice booming just as loudly in old age as it had when they were kids sat in a corner, talking to his oldest grandson. A couple of young great-grandkids played on the floor, completely unaware of what was going on around them.

Dipper smiled, his heart swelling with warmth and content. This was it. It was time. He took one last deep breath and closed his eyes, allowing the light to surround him. When he opened his eyes again, he was sitting on a bench, surrounded by the most beautiful landscape he’d ever seen.

“Dipper!”

Dipper turned his head and gasped softly. Mabel ran up to him and pulled him into a big hug.

“Dipper!”

“Mabel!” He hugged her back, laughing softly.

“I so proud of you! You did it!”

“I suppose I did.”

Mabel beamed at him, she was glowing with joy. “We have to much to talk about! I have so many stories to tell you and there are so many awesome people here you have to meet! Oh! Everyone’s going to be so happy to see you!”

Dipper laughed. “Alright, alright, just slow down a little. I’m not as young as I used to be.”

“Psh! Like that matters here!” Her face softened even more and she gave him another big hug. “Welcome home, bro.”

#fanfiction #Shooting Star #Gravity Falls #request

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🌸🌴🌵 💐🌿

Send me a symbol and I will tell you…

🌸 = my roleplay petpeeve

(I have a few tbh but one of them is misspellings. I hate making misspellings in threads, its so annoying. I also hate it when someone that’s rping with me keeps spelling things wrong on a regular basis bc it almost feels disrespectful to me. It comes off to me as ‘i don’t particularly care about our rp’ which I can’t stand. like i don’t care if you misspells stuff for comedic effect or bc you just missed it and it’s a rare thing but when it becomes an issue i get so annoyed.)

🌴 = a favorite canon character in my fandom

(aahh i love so many of them so its hard to choose but the first one that comes to mind has gotta be Mabel. Close second is obviously Paz tho. Third place goes to Grunkle Stan. Tad Strange will always hold an extremely special place in my heart tho(whaaat no its tooootally not bc cecil voices him and im complete welcome to nightvale garbadge what’re you talking about???))

🌵 = a disliked canon character in my fandom

(i love all the gravity falls characters obviously but my least favorite has gotta easily be Ford. I just can’t bring myself to enjoy his character or his ships for that matter. If i want a cute gay nerdy scientist I’m sticking to Carlos from WTNV.)

💐 = my favorite part about the fandom

(I really love all the different au’s people have for Gravity Falls)

🌿 = my least favorite part about the fandom

(ugggh when people sexualize paz or when people make gideon skinny or how the majority of human bill designs all look the fucking same- hot skinny tall white guy with eye patch that vaguely resembles the oncler going through a phase thats horn 4 the pinetree)

#(i apologize for all the salt im grouchy and tired)#hillbillyisms #wanna play a round of golf? ll ask meme #out of makeup ll ooc

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Wendip Week Day One - School

It’s time again for Wendip week. This year I am using the prompts to flesh out the backstory behind The Kids Are All Right. The prompts are as follows; School, Typical Pines Luck, Combat, Date Night, Flirting, Moving In With Each Other, and Bedtime Story.

Tuesday September 2, 2014

It had taken a couple of years but we had done it. Mabel and I are finally full time residents of Gravity Falls. Of course we have been bugging our parents that they need to come up and visit us during our yearly summer trips. This year they came up for a two week stay before our birthday and dad fell in love with the small town feel. After mom found out that Northwest Medical (Pacifica says it is one of the few things she is proud her family did) was looking for a new head RN as Nurse Brooks was retiring. Deciding that that was a sign, the two began looking for a house. For now we are staying in the former servant’s cottage on the former Northwest estates with Fiddleford’s blessing.

And here we are, sophomores at Gravity Falls High School. It won’t be too bad, most of our friends are here. Candy is a freshman, Grenda and Pacifica are sophomores like us, and Nate, Lee, Tambry, and Wendy are seniors. Thompson and Robbie graduated last year. Thompson is taking some business classes at the community college the next town over and Robbie…

About a month ago Wendy got a call at the Shack asking if she had seen Robbie. Apparently Tambry had told him that they were gonna be parents. At first he didn’t take it well believing that they were too young and he rushed out leaving her at his house with his parents. It wasn’t five minutes after telling her that she hadn’t heard from him that Nate and Lee called asking if she could met them at the Dusk2Dawn lot. Mabel volunteered to watch the counter for her and I ended up riding out with her.

Wendy told me what was up on the way to the meet. Since it was really a private matter between old friends, I stayed in Wendy’s truck while they talked. Occasionally I would hear a loud utterance like ’not ready’ and ‘you love her right?’ and at least once it looked as if he was gonna lunge at Wendy. Even with Nate, Lee, and Thompson were there I nearly rushed out of the truck. I know she can handle herself and well it was just Robbie, but I would’ve rather take a hit from him than let him touch her. But I had no need to worry. He wasn’t attacking her, he was hugging her. Later she told me that she had just told him that he thought he would make an adequate dad. That was how much he still valued her opinion.

It wasn’t too much later that Thompson, Nate, and Lee had to head out. Thompson, as the manager of the theater, had hired Nate and they both were about to be late to work. Lee had a date that he offered to call off if Robbie needed him, but Robbie said he didn’t want him to as he knew how long it took him to set up the date. They all stopped by and said bye as they left. Robbie stopped by to thank me for coming to support him and for understanding it was something the ‘Gang’ needed to deal with, I told him it was no problem and if they needed any help while I was in town to just let me know. He smiled his smirk like grin and said he would remember that when they need a babysitter.

He never got the chance to ask. We had been back at the Shack for about half hour or so when we got the call from Tambry asking for us to come to the hospital. Apparently Robbie had stopped to buy Tambry some flowers as an apology. Unfortunately as he pulled away from the florist, his van was t-boned by a car heading home from the Fractured Skull. The doctor said he didn’t make it to surgery and the driver of the other car was killed on impact.

It was then I reaffirmed my decision that life was too short. I ended up spending as much time as I could with either Mabel or Wendy. The two most important women in my life. At first it shocked our parents at how much time I spent with them but I think Stan may have told them about what happened. Soon it seemed as if that they had accepted Wendy as part of the Gravity Falls package. At one point dad pulled me to the side and asked ‘So is this the one your sister is always teasing you about?’.

The principal offered to let Tambry take time off to grieve and to have her baby, but she apparently only needs three credits to graduate and she wants to get them done so she can graduate with her friends whether the baby is here or not.

So there she was on stage with principal and a few other faculty members as they turned the first day of the new school year into an assembly. They talked about the dangers of drinking and driving, had a memorial for Robbie as an Honored Alumnus, introduced the freshmen, and finally introduced Mabel & I as transfer students to the assembled students. Seeing how it was a half day they dismissed everyone by grades starting with the seniors, with everyone picking up a copy of their schedule as they left incase they didn’t receive the one in the mail. The plan was as soon as we were done the whole group was gonna head over to Yumberjacks for burger and fries. As Mabel and I got our schedules we heard our names called, turning we saw it was Principal Reeves.

After we walked over he shook Mabel’s hand as he started speaking, “Hello Mabel, and you must be Mason, I mean Dipper.”

At that he turned and shook my hand before continuing, “I would like to welcome you personally to our school, I’ve heard such great things from your great uncle. Now normally I wouldn’t believe a word that old shyster said, but I have seen both of your transcripts.”

“And just where do you get off calling our Grunkle a shyster?” Mabel asked, getting defensive over her second favorite (at least I hope) family member.

“No need to get into a huff, my dear. I reckon I’ve known your, ‘Grunkle’ was it, for longer than you’ve been alive. Though for most of that I thought he was Stanford Pines and not Stanley. You play cards with a guy twice a month for nearly twenty-five years and you’d think you would know someone.” Principal Reeves said. When he saw the look of confusion on our faces he pointed to a small lapel pin on his jacket. It was a maroon trapezoid with a familiar looking yellow fish (?) in he middle of it. "We’re both members of the Order of the Holy Mackerel.”

Apparently he thought it warranted more explanation, “We’re a fraternal organization along the lines of the Knights of Columbus or the Shriners. But enough about that, I called you two over to talk about tomorrow. Most of the incoming students were able to come in during registration and get a basic idea of where their classes, but since you two were late comers I have arrange for you to have guides for the first couple of days.”

“You didn’t need to do that…” I started before Mabel slapped her hand over my mouth.

“Speak for yourself, broseph. I’m always up for some help. Maybe it’ll even be the start of a new friendship.” Mabel said as she removed her hand.

“Actually from what I am to understand, these two are people you already know.” Principal Reeves said as he raised his hand and waved for someone to come over, “Actually one of them credits you Mr. Pines as one of the reasons she has turned her academic aptitude around.”

I felt a familiar hand grab my shoulder. I turned and saw it was Wendy. Being eyeball level with her chin, I’m finally catching up to her height wise.

“Paz!”, Mabel called out as she turned and saw who her guide was. She quickly pulled her into a hug.

“You ready to learn the ins and outs of the school, Dip?” Wendy said with a smile that brightened up the whole school.

“If you’re leading…” I thought before I realized I was actually saying it. I had gotten better at that but there are times that she still draws out my innermost thoughts. She had a small smirk that told me that she had heard me as I said, “I mean, yeah. With your help I’ll have this place figured out in no time.”

“Well since this all seems to be in order I’ll see you all tomorrow.” Principal Reeves said clapping his hands together.

We stood there for a little bit while Mabel and Pacifica seemed to be comparing schedules. (I actually lost track of time just being there with Wendy) before my stomach told me I had rushed out without eating breakfast with a loud growl. This got a chuckle from Wendy and broke the girls out of whatever discussion they seemed to be having.

“Did someone anger a gnome?” Pacifica asked with a chuckle. Mabel joined her in the laughter.

“Yeah, yeah. Cut the guy some slack, we were supposed to be at Yumberjacks by now. Come on the gang is probably waiting on us.” Wendy chastised the girls before she put her arm around my shoulder as we walked off.

#gravity falls #wendy corduroy #dipper pines #wendip #Wendip Week 2018 #School #mabel pines #pacifica northwest #mabcifica

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Gravity Falls Valor Force Rangers Chapter 5

“Mabel,” Both Dipper and Pacifica called out as they saw they ball of energy she was apparently turned into, when she was struck by Carnibel Lectern’s giant fork, was swallowed by the self same monster.

As they were both struck numb for the moment Wendy charged over bowling down three Cryptizones that were heading for them. As she turned to face more oncoming Cryptizones she called out, “You Monster! What did you do with our friend?”

“Nothing, why do you think I should?” It said as it brought it’s hand up to rub at it’s chin. “She was a tasty little morsel.”

Pacifica nearly dropped to her knees and she would have if not for Dipper catching her.

“We’ve gotta stop him Dip, we’ve gotta get Mabel back.” she pleaded as she righted herself.

“Aww, how touching. She must be someone very special to the two of you. Maybe girlfriend…” the monster said pointing to Dipper before pointing to Pacifica, “and sister?”

“What she is to me is of no concern to you,” Pacifica called out as she rushed towards the monster swinging her fist wildly.

“Oh I see I have struck a nerve, maybe you are one of those heathens.” Carnibel Lectern said as it attempted to strike Pacifica. She was able to roll out of the way. “Well maybe it was for the best that I took her. She will be reborn as a member of my master’s flock.”

“What do you mean?” Dipper asked as he threw a Cryptizone at the monster. Carnibel Lectern blocked it with his fork and the Cryptizone was transformed and devoured.

“Why now, that would make it too easy for you. And no one has ever learned their lessons by following the easy path. If you really want to learn, how about you join her.” Carnibel Lectern said as he swung the fork towards Dipper. As it was about to connect a blast of energy knocked its path away from him.

Wendy and Thompson rushed over both holding the blasters that had been hanging in the holster on their hip. Pacifica quickly joined them. She and Dipper pulled out their blasters and took aim.

Looking around and seeing he was currently the last creature standing, “Well never let it be said I have overstayed my welcome. I bid you adieu.”

And with that he slammed the fork into the ground before him and in a flash he was gone.

“No! Come back here!” Pacifica yelled as she powered down.

Seeing as there was no one else around the rest of the Rangers powered down also. Dipper hugged her and they were quickly joined by the others.

“We’ll get her back Pacifica,” Wendy said as they separated.

Meanwhile

Mabel came to inside a place she thought she would never see again, because it was torn down after that fateful summer four years ago, the Tent Of Telepathy. She was seated in the audience, she actually believed it was the same seat she had sat in all those years ago with Dipper and Soos. As she looked out at the rest of the seats she saw that while most of them seemed to be filled with mannequins, she did see some familiar and all too human faces in the crowd. Pizza guy (she really should remember to learn his name sometime soon) was dressed in a conservative suit and a stetson hat, the mailman was dressed in a uniform that would have fit in with some of grunkle Stan’s old tv shows, and even the teens she saw were dressed in styles out of the old Jolly Week tv show. Looking down she saw that while she was still in her Ranger uniform she had on a light blue cardigan and poodle skirt.

“I see the newest member of our congregation has awoken,” Carnibel Lectern said as he stepped onto the stage. He was followed by a Cryptizone who walked over and sat down with the crowd.

They both were also dressed in an older style of clothing. The Cryptizone had on what she could only call nerd wear, even her brother wouldn’t wear them, and Carnibel seemed to be wearing something similar to Gideon’s old outfit which caused Mabel to burst out laughing. A humanoid (that is definitely a Dipper word for sure) podium dressed in a powder blue suit over all the adornments his body has.

“And just what do you think you are doing young lady?” Carnibel Lectern said as he turned her way and started shuffling in that direction.

“I’m laughing at you, you big nincompoop.” Mabel said as she tried to get up, only to have a jolt of electricity flow through her as soon as she left her seat. “Argh!”

“Well it looks like we have a problem child in our midst, my flock.” he stops in front of a young man that Mabel can only see the back of his head and so she doesn’t recognize him. He motions for the teen to stand and he does. Once the teen is standing he continues, “Why she needs to learn her place. And here she will. Soon she will be as good of a member of the flock as young Gordon here.”

As the teen turns around Mabel recognizes him as Gordie, the guy who like Soos had once been swallowed by the Summerween Trickster. The last she had seen him he had started his teenage rebellion stage and was dressing so punk that even Robbie had called him out on it. And here he was in a short sleeved button down shirt, suspenders, pin striped pants, and a floral print bow tie. What was even worse than his outfit was his soulless expression, even in his punk gear there was still the joy for life she remembered seeing in his face when he escaped from the Trickster. But now it was gone.

At The Rangers HQ {Formerly The Shuttle Under The Hill}

After being teleported back The team runs into the command center to find Ford and Fiddleford standing at a console typing away and looking over several different screens.

“Alright Grunkle Ford where is she?” Dipper asked as he made it up next to Ford at the consol.

“Nowhere.” Ford replied as he continued to work

Pacifica grabbed Ford by the collar of the turtleneck he was wearing and spun him around. once he was facing her she practically screamed, “What do you mean NOWHERE?!”

Wendy placed what she hoped was a calming hand on Pacifica’s shoulder, “Take a breath and calm down Paz, I’m sure Dr Pines is doing everything in his power to find Mabel. She is a member of is family remember.”

After taking a deep breath and exhaling Pacifica said, “You’re right. I’m sorry for that Dr Pines.”

“It’s ok child, I know you are just worried for your paramour.”, Ford replied before he turned back to the console. He did not see how embarrassed that made Pacifica but the others did.

“Wait. What? No,” Pacifica started sputtering as soon as she could speak, “What are you talking about? I am just worried for my friend.”

“Paz, it’s ok. We know already.” Wendy said, her hand still on Pacifica’s shoulder gave a gentle squeeze.

“You know what? There’s nothing to know.” Pacifica said as she shrugged Wendy’s hand off of her.

“Girlie, I may be half a loaf short of a sammich, but even I have seen how you two look at each other. It’s plumb near sickening it’s so sweet.” Fiddleford tossed back over his shoulder as he continued adjusting knobs on the machine.

“No, we’ve been discrete. We’ve never even held hands in public.” Pacifica said as her face went red with embarrassment.

“Pacifica, it doesn’t matter to us. You should know that by now. I once said something about “not being able to make someone love you, only being able to make yourself worthy of love’. Well you don’t have to worry about that, you have someone who loves you.” Dipper said before he pulled Pacifica into a hug, “My sister loves you, don’t be ashamed of that.”

“You... You…”, Pacifica said as she pulled out of the hug. She then playfully slugged him in the shoulder before saying, "How is it you always know what to say nerd?”

“Part of his charm I’d say,” Wendy commented as she put a comforting arm around her blond friend.

“Man I missed a lot while I was away.” Thompson said after watching this wholesome exchange.

“Well now that that is settled we need to figure out the true conundrum in front of us.” Ford said as he and Fiddleford turned to face the teens. They make an eclectic pair with Ford in his standard turtleneck and slacks and Fiddleford in a yellow button up shirt under his trademark overalls and a lab coat.

“Yeah, where in the dagnabbed world is Mabel?” Fiddleford added as he stroked his now shorter cut beard.

“What exactly happened to her?” Ford continued after Fiddleford was done.

“We were fighting some sort of Tent Of Telepathy podium monster when it struck her with it’s fork like weapon. It turned her into some sort of energy and he swallowed it.” Thompson responded knowing it may be too tough for Dipper or Pacifica. “It also happened when he accidentally hit one of the Cryptizones.”

“So his quadrinent is the source of his ability to absorb people, astounding.” Ford started pacing as he tried analyzing the situation.

“Maybe you’n younguns need to try and put the kerbosh on it’s grubbing utensil.” Fiddleford said as turned back to his console and began to vigorously start typing.

“But how?” Thompson asked thinking he got the gist of what McGuket had said. “I shot it with the blaster you guys put with the suit but all it did was knock it off course.”

“Well maybe we can find some way some way to tap into your patron’s powers,” Ford said while he continued to pace.

“Yum-diggitty, that’s it. if I take this…” Fiddleford started before he continued muttering to himself as he flitted around the room.

Everyone watched him rush around grabbing pieces, tools, and what not. They heard him say something that sounded like ‘For’n this ta work, dey’ll need ta be suited’.

Taking that as a cue Wendy led the team in morphing.

“Alrighty then, that should do it. I need you younguns to morph.” Fiddleford was saying as he turned to face everybody, “Oh, ya’ll already done did it.”

“What have you got for us?” Wendy asked as the inventor walked over to them.

“I call these whatchamacallits, Sheaths,” he said as he hands Wendy, Thompson, and Pacifica what looks like a simple white leather strap. He then gives Dipper two and still has two in his hand. “Now you attach them to the glove of yer dominant hand like you would a slap bracelet. Dipper you’n yer sister have one for each wrist.”

They each applied the Sheaths as they were told and once they were done Wendy realized they blended into the their gloves perfectly. “So what do these do?”

“Welp, what do sheaths normally Miss Corduroy?" Fiddleford asked with a mischievous glint in his eye.

“Well they hold the blade of a weapon,” Wendy replied with a shrug, “These certainly don’t seem to be able to hold weapons.”

“Well see here, you’n bein about half right. What they do is allow you to call forth the weapons I just finished for you from the pocket of Null Space where they are stored, with just a flick of your wrist.” Fiddleford said as he demonstrated.

“So you mean like this?” Thompson asked as he mimicked the motion.

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Part two of this episode is done. And to me at least I now have a voice cast for Carnibel Lectern, Tim Curry doing a southern accent, all based on the “Why do you think that I should?”. It’s a line I wrote and then remembered it was from "The Rocky Horror Picture Show”. And well Tim knows how to do eerie and villainous voices. Also I have realized that as hard as it is to write Fiddleford’s hillbilly gibberish dialogue, it’s immensely harder to write him as hi tech hillbilly.

Also remember to check out my other Gravity Falls works:

Gravity Heroes - A few months after the Mystery Twins head home from Gravity Falls Mabel receives a call from Soos telling her that Dipper was found turned to stone out in the woods. The problem is that Dipper is standing next to her when she received the call. This leads them off to a new adventure.

Gravity Heroes: Sidetracks - A series on one shots & drabbels that are stories that are in the Gravity Heroes-verse but aren't necessarily required to read the main story-line. It's essentially my take on the classic Marvel Comics Presents. Chapter Seven follows Wildbill after he returns to Piedmont and delves into a few of his past lives that were re-awoken by Polden' Solntse.

Welcome To The Gravity Falls Region - My take on the Pokemon AU. Follow the adventures of the potential Pokemon Master Dipper Pines and his sister Mabel, Pokemon Coordinator extraordinaire, while they travel through the Gravity Falls Region. On hiatus.

The Curse - Thanks to a misunderstanding Wendy is targeted by a fairy curse. This is a short story following what happens afterwards. Chapter 2 coming soon.

Wrasslin Wendy - After Wendy’s brothers learn that Dipper’s Godfather is a former pro wrestler and beg him to introduce them. A few years later Wendy and her brothers are now working for Global Championship Wrasslin. that’s where our story begins. (This is my Writer’s Block Breaker story for when I need to break through my Writer’s Block)

Camping With The Corduroys - Two quick little journal entries Dipper writes after he gets invited to go camping with his girlfriend’s family.

The Geek Gets The Girl - The Friday after their 21st birthday (a party he had to miss thanks to an early starting college course), Mabel drags Dipper to a local bar where it appears her girlfriend Pacifica may have been trying to set him up with a blind date. Songfic without being a songfic (Follows the title and premise of the song without any of the lyrics)

Revenant Falls - During the twins fifth summer in Gravity Falls, Dipper thought he was going to be able to just work at the Shack and spend time with his girlfriend Wendy. Unfortunately this is Gravity Falls and you never know what is going to happen...

Fereality’s Gravity Falls Short Stories - My collection of shorts and drabbles that don’t fit anywhere else in my writings. Usually either Wendip or Mabcifica stories

Baby It’s Cold Outside - Wendip songfic written for the 2017 holiday season.

Opposites Attract - Mabcifica songfic written to get the song out of my head.

I also would feel honored if any of my works inspire any art. If the do I would love to see them. Thanks again to all who have read this far. I'm happy to see different interpretations of the characters from the GH AU. Let me know by PM if you do and I'll send out a list of the full descriptions to you. The art is now up at fereality. deviantart. Com/ just remove the spaces.

Again I'd like to give a shout out to FullMetalKhaos, geekngroom, nautiscarader, dusk4224, EZB, SuperGroverAway, ddp456, & A Pleasant Dream. Please check out their stories if you haven't already.

Please review. I'm always open to constructive and helpful criticism, though if you're gonna troll please move on.

Sorry I’m not on the net while I’m writing this chapter so I don’t have access to my reviews in order to respond.

#gravity falls #valor force au #dipper pines #wendy corduroy #mabel pines #pacifica northwest #thompson #wendip #mabcifica #power rangers au

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