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virescent-v · 8 months

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Hiii. I hope you have a good day!! I'd like to ask 2,4,6,140 from the smut promt list. 😶

Two Emily fics in a week? I'm very proud of myself. :))) Also sorry this one also took like two-three weeks to do...

Office Hours

Summary: It's Emily Prentiss smut, ya'll. If you've read my stuff before, you know what to expect lol. Grey haired mommy Emily can do whatever she wants to me

Word count: 2k+

Prompts:

“just a little harder”

“no panties?”

“use your tongue”

“i can’t believe how wet you are already”

Have a great weekend everyone ;)

There was something so entrancing about watching Emily interrogate a suspect, something that I tried to never witness because it turned me on every single time. However, this time was unavoidable as the rest of the team was out of the office chasing down other leads, of which we had few of.

I let Emily handle the perp, her experience gave her a leg up that the unsub wasn’t expecting. She was no-nonsense, intense, and fierce. She didn’t back down or give the unsub an inch. Even with her tactical questioning, she still wasn’t getting much, and she eventually decided it was best to let him sweat in the box for a bit.

Following her out of the room, she led me back to her office wanting a few minutes to debrief and go over what we knew. But the second the door was closed behind us, I couldn’t keep my hands off of her. I reached out and pulled her around to face me, a questioning look in her eyes before she registered what was happening.

Emily’s smile widened. “You okay there, baby?”

Oh, she definitely knew what I was feeling. Damn behavioral analyst. I licked my lips, my eyes dragging up her body. “You know I feel about watching you in the box, Em.”

She chuckled, pulling me closer to her, wrapping her arms low and loose around my hips. “I know. I wouldn’t have taken you in there if I didn’t need the backup.” She pulled me in for a small, yet sensual kiss. She didn’t do work sex, an unfortunate thing for me with how turned on I am. She tried valiantly to keep it professional, a few quick kisses hidden behind doors, a hand on my shoulder in passing. We’ve been dating for over a year and I haven’t gotten her to change her mind. Yet.

She broke away from me, walking back around to her desk, settling into the chair. I pouted a little before following her. As I approached her, I turned her office chair around and sank down to my knees, glancing up at her from my position on the floor, rubbing my hands up and down her thighs.

She smirked down at me, pushing some of my hair behind my ear, trailing a thumb across my bottom lip. “Hm, you really are worked up, aren’t you baby?”

“Mhm,” I moaned, taking a quick swipe at her finger with my tongue. “I want you, Em,” I whispered, making direct eye contact with her. I could see her pupils darken, her nostrils flared a little. She wanted me just as much as I wanted her. “Please? I promise I’ll be quick.”

She chuckled, contemplating. She glanced at the clock on the wall, obviously trying to calculate when she thought the rest of the team would be back. “Fine, if you’re quick. If we get caught, I’ll edge you for a month,” her voice sounding firm. “Pants and underwear down, bend over my desk.”

I swallowed hard. I didn’t question her because I knew she was being serious. I’m surprised she’s even letting me do this, but obviously she’s just as worked up as I am. I stood up quickly, undressing myself from the waist down, gasping as the cold air of her office brushed against my heated core.

“Mmm, look at you. I can’t believe how wet you are already. Absolutely dripping for me.” Emily used both hands to push my legs further apart. My breath started to come faster eagerly anticipating her next move. She used one hand to trail through my wetness, coating her fingers in my juices.

I tried to look behind me as she removed her hand, my face pushed against her desk. I caught just a glimpse of her tasting me from her fingers, her eyes closed as she licked each one clean.

“You taste so good, baby. You ready for me?”

I nodded vigorously, “Yes, Em, please.”

Her hand snuck back between my legs, gathering more of my wetness before she slowly eased one finger inside of me. I couldn’t contain the small moan at finally having her inside of me, even though I knew I was going to need more from her.

“You have to be quiet or I’ll stop. We can’t have the whole office knowing you’re a desperate, needy whore for me.”

I closed my eyes at the onslaught of arousal that shot through me. Something about Emily’s filthy language always racketed my excitement up tenfold.

Her thrusts started getting a little harder, faster, her finger twisting inside of me, touching every inch of me that she could.

“More, Em, I need more of your fingers inside me,” I hoarsely whispered. I was normally very vocal and it was taking a lot out of me to make sure I was quiet.

She laughed lightly, “My needy girl,” she said, easing another finger into me.

The stretch of her fingers felt so good and I could feel myself dripping more, my cunt pulsating around them as if trying to get her to go deeper.

Emily was great at reading me and my body and started fucking me with vigor. She was thrusting into me with the perfect amount of speed, force, and depth, making sure to push down on each thrust in and push up on each pull out.

I was biting my lip hard to stop from moaning out loud, my knuckles turning white from their grip on the desk. “Just a little harder, Em, baby, please,” I moaned loudly, thrusting back onto her fingers, unable to control myself.

Emily shot out of her chair, grabbing a handful of my hair in her other hand, pulling my head back as her thrusts got considerably harder. “Moan like that again, baby girl, and I’ll leave you wet, aching, and wanting.”

My moan in response stuttered in my throat as Emily’s hand traveled around my neck, choking me enough that I could feel the wave of euphoria wash over me, pushing me closer to cumming.

“I said be quiet, baby. But since you can’t seem to help yourself, I guess I’ll have to do it,” she said, shoving two of her fingers in my mouth. I wrapped my lips around them, grateful to have something to help me stay quiet.

Emily’s thrusts seemed to pick up even more speed, pushing deeper into my warm, wet cunt. “Rub your clit, love.”

I trailed a hand down, rubbing tight, little circles against my swollen nub. I could feel the pressure building in my lower stomach. I was so close. I tried to rub myself in time with Emily’s strokes inside of me, but her pace was hard to keep up with. I just needed a little bit more and I was going to tumble over the edge.

“Come on, baby. Cum all over my fingers. Be mommy’s good girl and cum for me.”

That was all I needed.

Emily pulled her fingers out of my mouth, clamping her hand across my lips as I screamed, my cunt clamping down on her fingers, gushing my juices down her wrist.

Emily continued to thrust into me, her pace slowing as my orgasm washed over me. As I finished, she gently pulled out of me, cooing at my whine.

She pulled my upper body up and back against her, wrapping her arms around my waist to hold me up. Her hands rubbed slow, soft circles against my lower abdomen as her mouth found its way to my neck, peppering tender kisses there.

As I caught my breath, I turned in her arms, tucking some of her graying hair behind her ear. She was so beautiful and I was so lucky to be with someone who made me feel like she does. She smiled at me, all of the emotions she was feeling shining in her eyes. She kissed me quickly before reaching down and helping to pull up my underwear and pants.

As she got me settled, I was starting to feel my arousal skyrocket again. I pushed her gently back into her chair, settling on the floor in front of her once more.

I reached up, running my hands over her burnt orange blouse, feeling her breath catch, tracing them down to the button on her slacks. I started undoing her pants, dragging them down just enough to have access to her. “Em, no panties?” I asked incredulously, licking my lips at the smell of her. She just smirked at me in return, lifting her hips to help me get her pants down.

I slid my hands up her thighs, pushing them apart. I went to use my hands to spread her further, but her hand on my jaw stopped me cold.

“Use your tongue, baby girl.”

I trailed kisses up her thigh, biting at the inside of it, making sure to leave a mark. She was mine and I needed her to know that, and wanted to see the evidence of me on her.

Just as I was about to wrap my tongue around her clit, a knock resonated through her office from the door.

Emily hurriedly pushed me under her desk, scooting her chair up as close as she could to it to conceal the fact that her pants were down around her ankles.

“Come in,” she yelled, her voice cracking. She cleared her throat as Derek pushed through the door.

“Hey, we got a new lead while we were out. We’ve been thinking about this all wrong, I think. We’re ready to debrief you in the conference room.”

“I’ll be right there. I just need to finish this up really quick,” she said, holding up a random sheet of paper.

I decided enough time had gone by, my need for her desperate. I trailed slow kisses up her thigh, licking a broad stroke up her lower lips, finally getting a taste of her. Emily’s legs immediately tried to close around my head, a hand sneaking under her desk to hold my head back.

“You okay, Prentiss?” I could hear Derek ask.

Emily nervously chuckled. “Yeah, uh, yeah. I think lunch just didn’t sit well with me. I’ll be right out.” From my position, I could still barely brush my tongue over her clit, and it made her hips jump. “Make sure everyone is ready when I get there.”

“Got it,” he said, exiting the office and closing the door behind him.

Once the latch closed, Emily pulled back a little from her desk, dragging me out from under it. “You better make me cum quick,” she said, forcing my head back between her legs. “I’ll punish you for this later.”

I moaned into her pussy, the vibration causing Emily to sink further in the chair and grind her hips into my face.

I switched from broad strokes to using the tip of my tongue to flutter against her, building her up closer and closer to the edge. I wrapped my tongue around her straining clit, sucking at the pressure I knew Emily liked, moaning again as I could feel her legs start to shake around me.

“Shit,” Emily cursed above me, throwing her head back against her chair.

I moved a hand between her thighs, drawing circles around her opening before easing a finger inside, immediately finding the spot inside of her that makes her go crazy and curling my finger against it.

It only took a few well timed thrusts of my finger and curls of my tongue around her clit to have her hand tightening in my hair as she shuddered around me, her juices flowing down my hand as she came.

I used my tongue to clean her up as best as I could, wiping my hand across my mouth to wipe away any evidence of what we’d been doing.

I helped her get dressed, kissing her lightly before walking towards the door. “Let's go, boss. We’ve got a debrief to be a part of.”

“Don’t think I’ve forgotten about your punishment, baby girl.”

I smirked at her over my shoulder as I opened the door. “I wouldn’t dream of it, ma’am.”

#virescent v fanfic #emily prentiss #emily prentiss fanfiction #wrote this one in first person to try something different! how do we feel about it??#emily prentiss x you #no use of y/n #emily prentiss x reader #im sorry but this outfit????? her hair???? im obsessed #the prompts actually help me write so send me more stuff!#i also want to try and write a series but i definitely need ideas lol

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cyberneticnightmares · 4 months

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okay listen.

i like to think that william inherited the purple car from his old man. you know how it was back in the 70s. cars lasted and often got passed down from father to son (SYMBOLISM). he hated the damn thing, but it's what first caught henry's attention one day while on campus. henry drove a much newer car.

while william went to college solely on scholarships courtesy of his smarts and obscenely high GPA, henry's parents footed their son's bill because they could afford it.

"how can a couple of hippies afford to send their kid to school for art?"

"double majoring, actually. dipping my toes into business too."

william hates him for it. it's just so unfair that henry can afford to dress nice but doesn't, because he much rather walk around in comfortable overalls covered in paint. he hates him even more when henry discovers a passion for computers and makes the jump to engineering, almost as a way to compliment william's knack for robotics. william hates him because no, why would you do that, you have no idea what i would've give to be allowed to simply do performance arts. he took after his mom, after all. would've been a professional dancer if his dad had allowed it.

but then one day, because they totally hate each other or whatever, and because their final round of finals before graduation are coming up, henry proposes they skip town. they already got all the technical know-how they needed. who needs a flimsy piece of paper to tell them what they achieved over the past four years?

william takes some convincing. there's a bunch of expectations on his shoulders now. fancy degree, a good paying job, a girl to bring home and follow in his father's wretched footsteps. he can't just... drop it all and run for the hills with his not-friend, right? the not-friend who's always covering his meals and getting him nice flamboyant jackets every birthday and christmas (most of them handmade, of course, really high quality stuff).

henry tells him it's better to ask for forgiveness than to ask permission. "just give it a try, man. imagine if we do get successful. imagine we make it." but what convinces william is the fervor with which henry speaks, the way he looks at him, as if it's just them against the world and they're winning the lottery and nothing could ever go wrong so long as they're side by side.

william abandons his father's car in a lot the following week, hitching a ride out west on henry's fancy car. it's a convertible, by the way. cherry red. some of the best memories william has, after it all goes to shit, is of henry lowering the hood in the middle of the night along a long stretch of dusty, deserted highway. a bug flies into his mouth at some point because he was too busy singing along to the 8-track, but the way henry laughed at his sputtering made it all worth it.

he keeps a polaroid from that roadtrip safe in his pocket, even after everything is said and done.

#willry #my last hurrah of 2023 and it was spent writing these two because why wouldn't my year end like this.#william afton #henry emily #helliam #miller writes #this basically takes place in the same universe as Deep Blue.#i should start keeping track of AU stuff i guess

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maihonhassan · 27 days

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"I am half afraid to hope for what i long for."

- Emily Dickinson, Letters

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the-stress-express · 9 days

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Attention Hazbin Hotel Fanfiction Enjoyers!!

I have a snack for y’all!!

I’m in the process of writing the first chapter of my new Hazbin fic and I wanted to give you, my Lovelies, a sneak peek of the dialogue. (Although, it looks more like a script at the moment). Eh, whatevs.

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It’s going to be mostly centred around Lucifer, Michael, Sera, and Emily (although, other Hazbin characters, both canon and non-canon, will be in it as well).

For example, I will be including God in this fic. And I will say right now that my characterization and representation of God is NOT meant to be taken as religiously accurate or anything like that. You don’t have to like it, but I do ask that you please remain respectful in voicing your opinions.

Anyway…

Once I have most of it (or at least a few chapters) finished, I will be posting it on Archive Of Our Own (Ao3). I may also post it here for those who don’t use Ao3.

But without further ado, you can find my sneak peak under the cut. It’s a bit long but I hope you guys like it.

Enjoy, Lovelies!

START OF PEEK

Sera: Come now, Michael, pick up the pace. We mustn’t be late.

Michael: *Groans and yawns* Sera, where are we going again? Why are we going anywhere so EARLY? Heaven’s not even awake yet.

Sera: *Sighs quietly* I told you five minutes ago, Michael. This is the third time you’ve asked me now. *slighty raises an eyebrow with a frown*

Michael: Oh… right. *Looks down at the ground, looking a bit crestfallen*

*Sera turns back away from Michael as they continue walking, seemingly oblivious to his saddened state.*

Sera: Michael, this behaviour cannot continue. You must improve your listening. As Father’s Angel of Justice, one of His most important angels, someday you will be part of the Heavenly Council, the ones who are responsible for keeping Heaven safe and balanced. So, you need to take your role seriously. You should know that by now.

Michael: *frowns and stops walking, feeling embarrassed* I was listening. I just… kept forgetting. I’m sorry. *tears form in his eyes as he fiddles with his sleeves* I-I do take my role seriously, Sera. I r-really do.

*Sera’s eyes widen as she realizes what she said to him. She had forgotten how sensitive he could be when it came to criticism and how much he often took things to heart. How could she be so blunt? Yes, he would need to learn to take criticism, but was still just a young child.*

*But most of all, how could she forget? She knows what Michael is like. Other than God, she’s been the one mostly raising him.*

*A couple tears begin to trail down Michael’s cheeks as he looks to the ground in shame. A frown washes over Sera’s face as she kneels down in front of Michael.*

*She sure feels guilty now. She made him cry. How dare she.*

Sera: Oh, Michael. Please don’t cry.

*She cups his face in her hands and wipes away his tears with her thumbs.*

Sera: Shh, it’s okay, honey. It’s okay. I’m sorry for getting upset at you. I didn’t mean to be so harsh. I just want you to be prepared to help govern Heaven in the future.

Michael: *sniffles* I know…

Sera: *Sighs* But even so, that is no excuse for accusing you of not listening and being careless on purpose.

Michael: *sighs and sniffles as he looks at the ground* I try act mature like you and the other angels. I try to listen when you all tell me things. I want to listen, but… I’m just too stupid.

Sera: *Gasps quietly* Oh… no, Michael… Michael look at me. Please. *He looks at her* Don’t say or even think anything like that ever again. That train of thought stops this instant. You are not stupid. You are smart, determined, and caring.

*Sera sighs slightly shamefully and closes her eyes*

Sera: You are also quite mature for your age, and I sometimes forget how young you are. That as much as you’ve grown, you are still a young fledgling.

Michael: *eyes widened* You forget things, too?

*Sera opens her eyes again and looks at Michael with a small, reassuring smile.*

Sera: Of course. Angels are some of Father’s greatest creations… but even we are not flawless. As much as we may try to avoid it, we will make mistakes. That’s just how it is. However, what’s important is being able to admit to our mistakes and to do our best to fix them. That is true divinity.

*Sera takes Michael’s hands in hers.*

Sera: So, again, I’m sorry for what I said and for getting upset. It was not your fault and it was not kind or fair of me to be hard on you and make you feel less than. You’re a child. You deserve to be treated with patience and dignity and shouldn’t be expected to behave as if you were an adult.

*A smile quickly spreads across Michael’s face as he finishes drying his face with his sleeve.*

Michael: That’s okay, Sera. I forgive you. *Jumps into Sera’s arms for a hug*

Sera: *smiles* Thank you, Michael.

*Sera hugs him back.*

Michael: Thanks, too. I’ll do my best to make Heaven proud.

Sera: You’re welcome, my little angel. I know you will bring honour to us all.

*More hug I guess lmao*

Michael: I love you, Sera.

Sera: I love you too, Michael. *breaks the hug with a smile and strokes his cheek lovingly before standing up* Now, come along. Father is waiting for us.

*Sera holds out her hand, offering it for Michael to take, which he quickly does. Realization then dawns on his face as his wings flap excitedly a couple times.*

Michael: Oh, yeah, that’s where we’re going. Father wants to show us something, right?

*Sera looks down at Michael with an endearing smile and nods.*

Sera: That’s right.

END OF PEEK

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heda-in-the-clouds · 11 months

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Hold me close, sway me more

Modern au where Clarke and Lexa meet in a club

Read below for my unedited ficlet I wrote after watching Emily, Alycia's character in Saint X, dancing in the club

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Anya convinced her nerdy roommate Lexa that she needed to loosen up and have fun socializing with other people at least once in college instead of staying home alone and watching her nature documentaries on a Friday night. She persuaded Lexa to go out dancing with her at the club close to campus

Lexa begrudgingly agreed on the condition that Anya would bring her home if she wasn't having fun after one hour. Before Lexa could change her mind, Anya immediately dragged her from the couch and pushed her out the door. Lexa wasn't even given the chance to change her clothes. She was still wearing her sweats and an old national park shirt in contrast to Anya who wore a black bodycon dress and heels

As soon as they entered the club, Lexa's eyes and ears were assaulted by the bright strobe lights and loud music blaring from the speakers. It was intense and awkward for Lexa who immediately felt out of her element. Before she could take a moment to compose herself, Anya pulled her to the bar and ordered them a round of shots.

Lexa had never been a fan of drinking so she eyed the clear liquid apprehensively. Anya encouraged Lexa to stop thinking and just drink claiming she needed some liquid courage in order to loosen up.

The roommates toasted their glasses and downed their first shot. Lexa grimaced as the vodka burned her throat. She was still coughing when Anya handed her the next shot and gestured "Bottoms up." She glared at her roommate as she downed her second shot.

Shortly afterwards, Lexa suddenly felt relaxed and giddy. She even sensed her inhibitions disappearing and replaced with a carefree attitude. She basked as a euphoric buzz flowed through her head. Anya was right. She actually felt more confident in herself

She's snapped out of her stupor by Anya waving her hand in front of her. She told her that it was time for her to show off her dance moves. She then dragged Lexa and led them to the center of the dancefloor.

At first, Lexa felt awkward as she stood still while the throes of bodies moved all around her. She felt self conscious since she didn't know how to dance. Sensing Lexa's discomfort, Anya gestured to copy her moves so Lexa watched her roommate moving freely to the beat.

Lexa played off her energy and movements. She tentatively bounced her body and swung her arms to match the song's beat. Her feet shuffled to coordinate her shaky movements. It felt unnatural to Lexa, so she looked to Anya for approval. Anya nodded and told her she looked good. Anya added that she needed to get out of her head and just feel the music

Lexa's confidence grew after Anya's reassurance and went with her advice. She stopped thinking about how to move and just focused on feeling the music guiding her movements. She was surprised by how easily she could dance when she let the beats flow through her body. Soon, Lexa was jumping and waving her hands in the air. Her feet glided across the floor to match the song's tempo. She even rocked her hips back and forth as she bobbed her head to the beat.

Lexa was having the time of her life in the club. She didn't care that she was surrounded by sweaty bodies or if her dance moves looked awkward. She swore that she never felt this free and relaxed in her life before. It was a feeling that Lexa did not want to let go so she closed her eyes and just danced

From across the dancefloor, Clarke watched Lexa. She was drawn to this girl who looked so out of place in the club. For one, she's wore sweats, a simple t-shirt, and sneakers instead of a slutty dress and heels like everyone else. Second, her dance moves were simply put, terrible and uncoordinated. However, she looked so cute that Clarke could not resist approaching her hoping to score a dance

When Lexa opened her eyes, she didn't see Anya in front of her. Instead, she was suddenly face to face with the bluest eyes she had ever seen. She instinctively looked away feeling embarrassed staring so openly at a stranger. Lexa had never been approached by anyone in her life before let alone someone as beautiful as this blonde bombshell in front of her.

However when she looked back, those same blue eyes were still on her. This time, they were accompanied by a sultry smile. She was saying something but Lexa could barely hear her over the loud music blasting from the speakers. Resorting to reading the blonde's soft lips, she caught the ask "wanna dance?"

Lexa felt a strong rush of confidence flowing through her that this goddess wanted to dance with her. She pulled the blonde closer and guided her hands over her ass to take the lead. The blonde surprised Lexa and tugged her even closer until their bodies were flush. She then possessively guided Lexa's body so they were rocking and swaying with the beat.

Lexa had never been held like this by anyone else before. She loved the pressure and warmth of another person on her. It made her feel desired. She felt her core heating up the longer they danced together. She looked up and found her partner's blue eyes have darkened. Lexa clearly wasn't the only one feeling the same

Fueled by her lust, Lexa turned around, pressed her ass backwards into the blonde, and grinded across her crotch. She grabbed the blonde's hands and encouraged her to feel her body over her clothes. She begged the blonde to ravish her neck with kisses. Lexa was moaning as the blonde explored and played with her body

Clarke was shocked by this girl's confidence and didn't expect her nerd to transform into a vixen in front of her. She felt apprehensive about feeling this girl until she guided Clarke's hands to roam across her body. With her consent, Clarke could not stop her exploration of her lithe body. She squeezed the girl's breasts and pinched her hardened peaks over her shirt. She left open mouthed kisses along her shoulder and neck. She dug her hands into the girl's hips and pushed her ass against her front to alleviate the throbbing in her core.

Clarke knew she had to take this girl back home. Before she could whisper the words "Wanna get out of here?", the girl was suddenly pulled out of her hold by a furious looking woman. Clarke recognized the woman as Anya and cursed.

Seeing Lexa happily dancing, Anya felt confident enough to give her some space to enjoy herself. She rarely saw Lexa looking so carefree and relaxed. It was a good look on her. Plus, Anya felt the soothing buzz of their shots starting to wear off so she headed to the bar for another round.

When she returned, she seethed at Lexa's new dance partner. It was Clarke Griffin, known player who left a trail of broken hearts behind her each week. She felt a wave of protectiveness wash over her for Lexa. She did not want to see Lexa become another notch on Griffin's bedpost. She marched over to end their time together before things could escalate any further

As Lexa danced with her blonde, she craved more. The kisses, hands, and warmth across her body wasn't enough. Lexa wanted to be fully enveloped and surrounded by her. She wanted to transcend to a new level of euphoria, one that she hasn't experienced yet. Lexa wanted to sleep with her.

Before Lexa could beg the blonde to take her home, she yelped when she was suddenly yanked out of the warm comfort of the blonde's embrace. It was Anya telling Lexa they needed to leave now. It was an emergency.

Lexa quickly looked back at the blonde hoping to apologize for her abrupt exit. She saw a somber look on her face. Lexa shouted out, "I'm Lexa. I hope we can dance again" before she disappeared out of sight.

Clarke was left alone on the dancefloor as she watched Anya take Lexa away from her. Clarke knew she wouldn't be able to see let alone dance with Lexa again with Anya in the picture. She knew her history as a player since she broke Niylah's heart, one of Anya's closest friends

Once they were out of the club, Lexa smacked Anya's hand away and demanded to know why they were leaving so soon. She was having a good time dancing with someone.

Anya told Lexa she did this for her own good. She told Lexa about Clarke Griffin's notoriety on campus as a player. She did not want to see Lexa's heart get broken. She deserved better than becoming another one of Griffin's conquests

"Promise me you won't see Griffin again. She's bad for you Lexa." Anya pleaded.

"Yes, yes. Fine, I promise. I won't see her again." Lexa grumbled

However when Lexa dreamed that night, she danced with the girl with golden locks and ocean eyes

#hope you guys like it #should i continue?#i remember clarke went dancing in season 6 and the clips fit perfectly with Emily's scenes #clexa #clexa au #rory's stuff #my writing #rory's fic #club au #clexa club au

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theman-and-themachine · 2 months

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Henry's also probably nonbinary or under that umbrella at least. But we arent ready to talk about that yet.

#jk yes we are but ill write more stuff later #henry emily #dottxt

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famderfries · 2 years

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Naddpod has a lot of good bits (e.g one big bed) but the one that makes me laugh every time is when the band of boobs get a letter and Moonshine is like oh. yes hmm. this is important what do you think and Hardwon, equally stubborn, is like oh wow. i agree Bev what do you think and Beverly, an actual child, has to read it to them

#i also like the PawPaw writing 'mo' thing idk #apollo says stuff #beverly toegold v #beverly toegold #naddpod #not another dnd podcast #caldwell tanner #jake hurwitz #emily axford #brian murphy

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takethemonetandletsgogh · 1 year

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literature class and insane women

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emberfrostlovesloki · 3 months

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Writer's Block and Creativity [a ramble]

Photo credits: Left (@life-and-love-in-a-myst) Center (@shakespearesdaughters) (Right (@hotch-girl)

Let me put a poll in here before I start the rambling part of this post. I've got two pretty fluffy story ideas. One is for Aaron and one is for Emily. Which would you like to read first? They will be reader inserts as always. Hotch's is with BAU reader and Emily's is a Non-BAU reader. I'm equally excited for each, thus letting you all decide. (The poll will be up for 24 hours)

Now to the rambling. I was close to feeling very burnt out and having lots of writer's block at the start of this week. I just couldn't think about anything new like I normally do. And I think this process is natural for any writer or artist. It's bound to happen eventually. That feeling may hit me again tomorrow. But now that I'm back in my own apartment (I was at my mom's place for a little over a month for the break), I feel the spark again. it's not a raging fire, but I hope to stoke the flames gently. Writing is something I've been working on for some time. It's been my friend for years. So I guess I just want to encourage those who are feeling like they have nothing left to give that that's normal and fine. You can take a break. You can rest. The ideas will come when it's right. And I'm proud of you for ever having put a single word on a page (published or not). [I'm telling this to myself too.]

I'll probably delete this later, but just felt like saying that I don't always love what I put out. And that's okay. I still did the hard thing, and I'm proud of myself for it.

Love you all! Levi - ❤️

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gigantomachylesbian · 2 months

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Tbh I'm at a point in my life when I'm thinking about vampires with like. 10% of my brain at any given moment

#k talks #read Carmilla last spring->rewatch the lost boys this fall w/ friends->read silver under nightfall->write essay on carmilla+the lost boys #->read Fangs->preorder emily carroll's lesbian vampire graphic novel->read an education in malice by S. T. Gibson #I... love vampires. I love gothic fiction I love bloodlust I love the undead I love enthrallment!!!!!#it's just sick and cool. blood. and castles. and turning into a bat or wolf. and drinking blood #and living forever. and grappling with immortality and endless youth. and cool outfits!!!!!!#I need to read more Carmilla retellings I fucking love carmilla dude.#as much as I love textually gay stuff I actually love the repression in the og Carmilla and the fucked up identity reveals and the drama

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yousaytomato · 5 months

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I think a few moments were a little too contrived / forced in the way that Doctor Who often has been in recent years, but honestly I can forgive it, there have certainly been worse episodes in recent memory

#like. I'd rather they were a little too much in terms of their. wokeness (???) for lack of a better word #rather than not talk about stuff in order to please assholes. if that makes sense #even better. i wish they approached certain subjects in a more natural way but 🤷‍♂️#wishing for nuance and better writing is half the job of a doctor who fan i suppose #woes of emily #dw #doctor who spoilers

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thelastspeecher · 9 months

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Amphibious Tendencies - Chapter 10: Typhlonectes natans

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 AO3

It's been a hot minute, but I think y'all know I've sorta been going through it, so I won't say much else other than...

Enjoy.

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Summary: Dipper, Mabel, and Soos find out that Stan and the rest of his family are not what they seem.

The “rubber eel” (Typhlonectes natans) is sometimes sold as a fish in aquarium stores, but is actually a caecilian, a group of legless amphibians about whom little is known.

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“Chocolate chips, chocolate chips,” Mabel muttered to herself as she rummaged through the pantry. “Ah-ha!” She pulled out a glass jar filled with chocolate chips. “Why were you hiding at the back of the pantry?”

“Whatchya doin’, cuz?” a voice asked. Mabel turned. Emily stood in the kitchen, watching her with visible amusement.

“It’s been too long since I baked something, so I asked Dipper what I should make, and he suggested my famous chocolate chip brownies.”

“It’s her most edible recipe,” Dipper chimed in. He was sitting at the kitchen table, going over the Journal.

“Ya might want to use chocolate chips for it, then,” Emily said. Mabel held up the jar. “Those aren’t chocolate chips. They’re chocolate-covered crickets.”

“What?!” Mabel yelped in shock. The jar slipped from her hands. Emily dove, catching the jar before it could hit the floor. “Look, I like to think of myself as being open-minded, but chocolate-covered crickets? Why?”

“I’m not sure if you know this, but Dad likes making bets and dares.”

“We know,” Dipper and Mabel said together.

“Oh. Well, since he can’t ever pass up a bet or a dare, years and years ago, someone dared him to eat a bug. So he ate the bug. And then he got dared to eat another. Eventually, he realized he actually liked the taste.” Emily shrugged.

“There’s no way Grauntie Angie puts up with it,” Mabel said firmly. “She’s a lady.”

“Ma likes ‘em, too,” Emily said. Mabel’s jaw dropped. “She’s probably the one who hid the chocolate-covered crickets in the back of the pantry so you wouldn’t see ‘em. She was worried how the two of ya would handle our family’s…eccentricities.” Emily put the jar on the counter and knelt to pick up the pieces of paper she had dropped when she grabbed the jar. She tossed the papers onto the table. “By the way, mail’s here.”

“Did we get something in the mail?” Dipper asked curiously.

“Dunno. Didn’t look.”

“Hmm.” Dipper picked up the letter on the top of the pile. He frowned. “What name is this?”

“Huh?” Emily walked over and peered over Dipper’s shoulder at the letter. “Oh. It says Banjolina. That’s Ma’s full first name.”

“Angie is short for Banjolina?” Dipper asked. Emily nodded. “I thought it was short for Angela.”

“Everyone thinks that. I don’t know if many people in town know her proper first name.”

“I guess ‘Banjolina’ makes sense since her brother’s named Fiddleford,” Mabel said.

“Yep! Unwieldy names are a bit of a tradition in Ma’s family,” Emily said cheerfully. She pulled out a chair and sat down.

“Is Emily short for something weird then?” Mabel asked. Emily shook her head.

“Nope. Ma insisted on not doin’ her family’s weird name thing for any of us kids. But she wasn’t completely successful with making us happy with our names. Molly only goes by her middle name, not her first name.”

“Molly?” Dipper and Mabel asked together.

“Right, I keep forgetting you haven’t had a chance to meet her yet,” Emily said. “Molly’s the oldest triplet. But her first name’s actually Darlene.”

“Darlene’s a pretty name,” Mabel insisted. Emily shrugged again.

“Not disagreein’ with ya. Just tellin’ ya what Molly feels.” She looked over at the clock on the wall. “Did you two have breakfast?”

“Yep! That’s why I was gonna make brownies!” Mabel chirped.

“All right. Well, you could make brownies,” Emily said slowly, “or you could join me.”

“It depends on what you’re doing,” Mabel said. Emily grinned.

“Dad wants me to get rid of the leftover fireworks from the Fourth of July. I figured I’d do that by setting ‘em off.” A twinkle entered her eyes. “So?”

“Fireworks beat brownies!” Mabel said quickly. Dipper nodded.

“Agreed.”

“Then follow me, cousins,” Emily said, standing up. “It’s time to rain some fire from the skies.”

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The still morning air was split by the squeal and subsequent pop of a firework. Emily, Dipper, and Mabel let out whoops of joy at their first salvo. Before Emily could light the next one, however, the door slammed open. Grunkle Stan stormed out of the Shack.

“All right, what are you kids doing?” he demanded. He looked around. “Where even are you?”

“We’re up here, old man,” Emily called from their spot on the roof. Grunkle Stan looked up. He scowled. “I’m just doin’ what ya told me to. I’m gettin’ rid of the fireworks.”

“That’s all you’re doing?” Grunkle Stan asked. Emily, Dipper, and Mabel nodded. “Have the cops showed up?”

“Yes, but we sent ‘em on their merry way with an insult or two,” Emily said. Grunkle Stan grinned.

“That’s my girl!” He waved a hand airily. “All right, carry on. Just make sure you put out any fires. Don’t want the place to burn down while Angie’s still sleeping.”

“Do you have a method you want us to use to put out the fires?” Mabel asked. Grunkle Stan frowned thoughtfully.

“The phrasing is questionable, but screw it. I’ll bite. Whattaya got in mind, kiddo?”

“Water balloons.”

“Huh.” Grunkle Stan shrugged. “I don’t see why not.” He went back into the Shack.

“He’s in a good mood,” Dipper commented.

“Nah, you two just managed to grow on him, that’s all.” Emily elbowed Dipper and Mabel playfully. “And don’t act like he hasn’t grown on you.”

“Heh, yeah,” Dipper said. “When he’s not barking orders at us, he’s kind of…fun?” Mabel nodded in agreement.

“And I think it’s so sweet how much he’s in love with Grauntie Angie,” Mabel sighed dreamily. “I want something like that one day.” The door to the Shack opened.

“What happened to the fireworks?” Grunkle Stan called. “I was gonna watch the show!”

“Why not be a part of it?” Mabel asked. “I thought I cured your fear of heights!”

“I’m more comfortable sitting on the porch than climbing on the roof. You kids have your fun.”

“Well, you heard the man,” Emily said to her cousins. She held up her lighter. “Which one are we gonna set off next?”

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Dipper sprinted across the yard, running from the ululating Emily and Mabel. He threw a water balloon at Mabel, but it bounced off her and on the ground. Mabel threw a water balloon of her own, which burst upon contact with him.

“Aw, man!” Dipper whined. Emily chortled. She looked at Grunkle Stan, who was sitting on the porch watching the festivities.

“You gonna join us, old man?”

“With these old bones? No,” Grunkle Stan said. He took another sip of his Pitt Cola. “This is the kinda day summers were made for. Just doing dumb things.”

“Agreed!” Mabel and Dipper said together. Dipper shoved Mabel playfully. She landed on the ground, laughing. When the water balloon fight resumed, however, Grunkle Stan’s relaxed expression morphed into one full of tension.

Once the kids had run out of water balloons, Grunkle Stan got up and walked over.

“Look, kids, I…” He rubbed the back of his neck. Dipper and Mabel looked at him curiously. “I’ve- I’ve got somethin’ to tell you.”

“What?” Mabel asked. Grunkle Stan grimaced.

“It’s- it’s complicated and you probably- you might not like it.”

“Wait…” Emily stared at her father. “Dad, are you talking about…” Grunkle Stan nodded. Emily’s eyes widened. “Did Ma say you could?”

“Yeah. After everything that happened with her, we figured it would be best.”

“What is it?” Dipper asked. Grunkle Stan took a deep breath. He opened his mouth. Before he could say anything, however, a red dot appeared on his fez. “Is that a ladybug?”

“Aw!” Mabel cooed. Emily grabbed Dipper and Mabel, hurriedly pulling them away from Grunkle Stan.

“Emily, what are you-” Dipper started. A masked man dressed in combat gear suddenly burst from the nearby bushes and tackled Grunkle Stan to the ground.

“Hey!” Grunkle Stan protested. The man put his knee on Grunkle Stan’s back. Other men dressed similarly emerged from the woods, surrounding the Shack. “What are you doing?!”

“Our job,” Agent Powers said, walking over with Agent Trigger by his side. “Arresting suspicious persons and locking down any potential evidence.”

“The government guys?” Dipper asked. He frowned. “I thought they got eaten by zombies.”

“Eaten by-” Emily stared at Dipper. “Cuz, I’ve got bigger fish to fry right now, but yer gonna have to tell me that story later.” She looked back at the agents. “Potential evidence? Like what?”

“This entire residence,” Agent Trigger said. Emily gaped.

“Wh- this is my house! You can’t just take it!”

“We can and we will,” Agent Trigger said.

“I’m startin’ to understand Ma and Dad’s perspectives on the government,” Emily muttered under her breath. The agent that had tackled Grunkle Stan pulled him up and began to march him around to the front of the Shack. “Hey! Don’t take my dad!” Emily let go of Dipper and Mabel, following the agent leading her father away.

“Stay back, miss,” Agent Powers said, holding out a hand to stop her. Emily glared at him. She shoved his hand aside and continued. Dipper and Mabel followed her. They watched in shock as agents stormed inside the Shack, breaking down doors and crashing through windows. Multiple police cars pulled up, their lights and sirens blaring.

“What did I do that warrants this much arresting?” Grunkle Stan demanded. One of the agents slammed his head against the hood of a car. “Ugh!”

“We’ve been watching you for a while,” Agent Powers said. “Your suspicious behavior and back-alley dealings with shady characters have been raising concerns.”

“What? That’s not enough to arrest me!” Grunkle Stan argued, squirming viciously. “I know my rights!”

“You signed those rights away last night when you met with someone we have yet to identify and acquired what was clearly an illicit substance.”

“Last night?” Grunkle Stan asked. “I was stocking the Gift Shop all night!” He made eye contact with Emily, Dipper, and Mabel. “You kids have to believe me!” The agent that had grabbed him shoved him into the back of a car.

“Yeah, look, government guys, Grunkle Stan might not be a squeaky-clean model citizen or whatever, but there’s no way he did something bad enough to arrest him like this,” Mabel said.

“Or take his house!” Dipper added. He crossed his arms. “Can’t you at least say what you think he did?”

“That’s on a need-to-know basis,” Agent Trigger responded.

“Translation: they don’t actually have a good reason to arrest him,” Emily said tartly. Agent Trigger glared at her. “I’m just tellin’ the truth. Unlike you.”

“Where’s Grauntie Angie?” Mabel asked, looking around. “She can help clear things up. Right?”

“Only if she’s awake,” Emily mumbled.

“Goodness!” a voice gasped. All heads turned. Grauntie Angie had exited the Mystery Shack. Shocked, she daintily covered her mouth with her hand. “What in tarnation is goin’ on? Why are ya arrestin’ my husband?”

“You’re Stan Pines’ wife?” asked Agent Powers. Grauntie Angie walked up to him and held out her hand. Agent Powers shook it reluctantly.

“Yes, I am.”

“In that case, you’ll have to come with us as well.” Agent Powers held up a pair of handcuffs. Dipper and Mabel gasped. Grauntie Angie, however, smiled sweetly.

“Now, that ain’t necessary, sir, is it? I ain’t done nothin’ wrong,” she said, her voice saccharine. Dipper frowned.

Is her accent usually that thick?

“I…I suppose you’re right,” Agent Powers mumbled. A glazed look appeared in his eyes. Grauntie Angie beamed. “You’ll- you’ll have to come with us to the station, though.”

“Oh, of course I will! I have to be there to support my husband and help explain that this is all just a big misunderstandin’.” She looked over at Emily, still standing by Dipper and Mabel. “Emily, dear, please keep an eye on the children.”

“The minors will be handed over to Child Protective Services,” Agent Trigger interrupted, walking over to Grauntie Angie. Grauntie Angie’s eyes widened.

“What? That’s ridiculous!” She placed her hand gently atop Agent Trigger’s in a reassuring manner. “My daughter is more ‘n capable of supervisin’ the lil darlin’s and keepin’ ‘em out of a haystack, as we say back home.”

Yep. Her accent is definitely thicker than usual.

“I…” Agent Trigger shook his head. He seemed dazed. “Yes, you’re- you’re right,” he managed, the words slurring together.

“So glad we could come to this agreement,” Grauntie Angie cooed. “Now, gimme a mo’ to give my daughter some instructions. I’ll come down with y’all to the station after.” Grauntie Angie regally turned around and walked over to Emily, Dipper, and Mabel.

“Ma, what’s goin’ on?” Emily hissed. Grauntie Angie sighed.

“I ain’t quite sure, honey-bun. Clearly, these government folk are under the impression yer father is involved in somethin’ shady. I’ll go help iron things out.” A sour look appeared on Grauntie Angie’s face. “I hate big government.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know, it’s one of the many things you and Dad have in common,” Emily said, rolling her eyes. “Any specific instructions fer watching Dipper and Mabel?”

“No. Just keep ‘em out of trouble. Take ‘em to Junior’s place.”

“But we want to stay here and help defend the Shack!” Mabel argued. Dipper nodded.

“The best way you three can help is by behavin’ ‘n stayin’ out of the way,” Grauntie Angie said firmly. She looked over at the cars belonging to the government agents. Dipper squinted. In the bright sun, thin, pale lines stood out against Grauntie Angie’s skin. The scars crisscrossed randomly, starting near the top of her neck and continuing down before being covered by her sensible sundress.

Where did she get those scars? And why haven’t I noticed them before?

“These folks are bad news, but between Stan ‘n I, we can get things settled,” Grauntie Angie continued, unaware of Dipper’s stare. Mabel, however, noticed, and elbowed Dipper roughly. “Go to Junior’s. Take the Stanleymobile.” Grauntie Angie looked at Emily pointedly. “I know you’ve got the spare set of keys in yer pocket.” Emily rubbed the back of her neck, managing an abashed grin. “I’ll call when I know more.” Grauntie Angie kissed Emily on the cheek, then the tops of Dipper and Mabel’s heads. She walked over to the government agents, striking up a conversation with them.

“Well, you heard the lady,” Emily sighed. “Stay here. I’ll bring the car around.” Emily walked away. Mabel rounded on Dipper.

“Okay, why were you staring at Grauntie Angie like that?” she demanded.

“I just noticed something.”

“What?”

“She’s got scars. All over.”

“So? You’re still not supposed to stare!” Mabel shook her head. “Honestly, Dipper.”

“Did you know about her scars?” Dipper asked.

“Yep!” Mabel said cheerfully. “She let me do a makeover on her that one time and I saw while I was trying to find a foundation that matched her skin tone. It’s difficult, since she’s pale but also has a lot of freckles.”

“Did she tell you where the scars came from?”

“She said it was some sort of accident at the lake.”

“What kind of accident?”

“She clammed up after that,” Mabel replied. She frowned thoughtfully. “But when I pointed out that the scars looked sorta like really thin string, she said I wasn’t too far from the truth. I don’t know what kind of string there is at the lake, though.”

“Fishing line, maybe?” Dipper suggested. “But how could that cause scars?” Mabel shrugged. The Stanleymobile, driven by Emily, pulled up in front of them.

“Get in, kiddos,” Emily said, her trademark grin visibly strained, “before the feds change their mind and send you to CPS.”

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“What do you mean, you’re going?!” Emily demanded. She and Junior were having a heated argument of some sort in the kitchen, though only Emily’s side of the conversation could be heard from where Dipper and Mabel had been put upon arrival at Junior’s house.

�� “What are they even talking about?” asked Rana, the oldest of Junior’s quadruplet children. Dipper and Mabel were currently sitting in the room she shared with her fellow quadruplet June. The other two, Ryan and Jonah, had their own rooms for some reason that hadn’t been disclosed to Dipper and Mabel.

“My guess is that Emily wants to go back to the Shack or police station or wherever Junior’s going,” Dipper said. “So that she can help with whatever he and Grauntie Angie are doing to get Grunkle Stan out of trouble.” Rana nodded thoughtfully. She and her siblings were only ten, but seemed more mature than their ages would suggest. Rana in particular was the most mature of the group. Grunkle Stan claimed it was because she was the most like Grauntie Angie, not just in personality, but also in appearance. She did look eerily like her grandmother, having the same nose, eyes, and hair color. Even the freckle pattern across her nose and cheeks looked like Grauntie Angie’s.

“It’s weird that Grandpa Stan got arrested,” Rana said quietly. “I mean, yeah, he commits crimes all the time, but even when he gets caught, he’s able to talk his way outta it. Y’know?” Dipper and Mabel nodded. “Do you guys know what he did?”

“No, not really,” Dipper said. Rana crossed her arms.

“Dumb cops,” she muttered. Dipper and Mabel exchanged a look, amused despite themselves at how Grunkle Stan and Grauntie Angie’s dislike for authorities had spread to their grandchildren. Rana stood.

“Where are you going?” Mabel asked.

“Me? I’m not goin’ anywhere.” Rana crossed over to the bedroom’s large window and opened it. “But you guys are gonna go to the Shack and figure out what’s going on.”

“Are you sure?” Dipper asked warily. Rana nodded.

“Even if Auntie Emily convinces Dad to let her come with him, which probably won’t happen, there’s zero chance either of them will let you guys come along. But we need all hands on deck for whatever’s happening.”

“Then why aren’t you coming?” Mabel asked. She and Dipper got up from the frog-shaped rug they had been sitting on.

“I’ve gotta make sure no one catches onto the fact you guys are gone.”

“Good point,” Dipper said with a nod.

“Now, get going. You’ve got the best chance of sneaking out while Auntie Emily and Dad are still arguing,” Rana said firmly. Dipper and Mabel walked over to the window.

“Are you sure this is safe?” Dipper asked.

“Oh, yeah. June and I climb down it all the time. It makes Dad really angry,” Rana said cheerfully. She tossed one end of a rope out the window. “Use this.”

With Rana holding the other end of the rope, Dipper and Mabel successfully exited through the window and climbed down to the ground. When all four feet were on the neatly trimmed grass, Rana pulled the rope back up. She saluted Dipper and Mabel before closing the window and disappearing from view. Dipper looked at Mabel.

“You ready?” he asked. Mabel held up her grappling hook.

“Always.”

“Where were you keeping that?”

“I have my secrets,” Mabel said airily. She tucked her grappling hook inside one of her voluminous sweater sleeves. “Let’s go.”

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Dipper and Mabel crashed through the already broken window in the attic of the Shack. They tumbled onto the floor.

“I told you it would come in handy again,” Mabel said to Dipper. Dipper held a finger to his mouth, shushing her. “I told you it would come in handy again,” she whispered. Dipper rolled his eyes.

“I never said it wouldn’t,” he whispered back.

“You didn’t need to. I could tell that was what you were thinking. Twin telepathy.” Mabel put her grappling hook away again. “Anyways. We need to find the surveillance tapes, right?”

“Yeah,” Dipper said, deciding to go with the subject change. “They should be in his office.” Mabel nodded. The two quietly went over to the door of the attic and opened it as silently as they could. They stared down the darkened staircase. No government agents stood at the foot of the stairs, nor could they hear anyone moving around on the first floor. They tiptoed down, carefully avoiding the particularly creaky stair, arriving at the first floor without incident. Voices suddenly sounded. Dipper and Mabel hurried away from the approaching agents, sneaking down the hall to Grunkle Stan’s office, and closing the door behind them. Dipper held up his fist. Mabel obliged with a friendly fist bump.

“Okay, where would Grunkle Stan hide the surveillance tapes?” Dipper muttered to himself, scanning the furniture in the office. He perused the bookshelf. Some of the books were very scientific in nature, likely belonging to Grauntie Angie. “Or…where would Grauntie Angie hide the surveillance tapes?”

“Probably somewhere fun and kooky,” Mabel said, closing the file cabinet she had been inspecting. She gasped and pointed at the jackelope head on the wall, which had a crooked antler. “Wait! The antellabbit!”

“Uh, don’t you mean ‘jackalope’?” Dipper asked. Mabel scoffed.

“That can’t be right.” She walked over to the jackalope and stood on her tiptoes to grab the antler, pulling it into the correct position. The section of the wall the jackalope was mounted on promptly turned around, revealing two old-school TV monitors and a tape player. The top monitor showed a live feed of the cameras in the gift shop, while the bottom one was black, reflecting their faces back at them. A cardboard box sat in an alcove directly below the tape player.

“Yes!” Dipper and Mabel cheered together.

“And the one from this week is already in!” Mabel said, pointing to the VCR tape partially in the tape player. She pushed it in the rest of the way. Promptly, video appeared on the lower monitor’s screen.

Wendy and Mabel watched Soos do the worm dance on the floor of the Gift Shop.

“Go! Go! Go! Go!” Wendy and Mabel chanted together.

“Someone said ‘wormy dance’,” Mabel said airily to Dipper. “We had to! Fast forward.” Dipper grabbed the remote off the top of the tape player and pressed the fast forward button, zooming through multiple hours. When he let go, the Gift Shop was occupied only by Grunkle Stan, who was cheerfully putting away new merchandise. Yesterday’s date was in the top corner of the screen, along with the time, nine at night.

“There it is!” Dipper enthused. “He was restocking like he said! And the date and time show it was last night!” There was a knock at the door. Mabel and Dipper looked over before realizing it had come from the surveillance tape. They looked back at the TV. On the video, Grunkle Stan stopped stocking and walked over to the door. He opened it. Whoever had knocked wasn’t visible from this angle, but Grunkle Stan was clearly expecting them.

“I was starting to get worried,” Grunkle Stan said. “You took your sweet-ass time.”

“Ignoring the swear,” Dipper muttered under his breath.

The person at the door held out a box. Grunkle Stan took the box from them.

Mabel let out a soft gasp. Dipper nodded silently. He saw it, too. Whoever was at the door had enormous, webbed hands.

“Why are you around here, looking like that?” Grunkle Stan asked. “It’s dangerous. Those government guys are still sniffing around.” The person at the door replied, but no individual words could be made out. “Wait. Really?” Grunkle Stan looked down at the box in horror. “Okay. Lemme take care of the security cameras real quick, then.” Grunkle Stan handed the box back, glanced at the security camera, and then walked behind the counter. He reached under the counter.

The screen went black, only for the picture to come back a few seconds later.

Grunkle Stan was in the same place he’d been at the start of the video. Grauntie Angie was with him. They sang along to the radio on the oldies station as they restocked. Grauntie Angie leaned in to kiss Grunkle Stan on the cheek, making him chuckle. The time in the corner indicated it was now past midnight.

The mysterious box was nowhere to be seen.

“Okay, so maybe Grunkle Stan got a mysterious thing from someone who probably wasn’t human,” Mabel said, “but that doesn’t mean he’s got nefarious plans or whatever!” Dipper pulled out the cardboard box underneath the tape player.

“He’s definitely hiding something,” Dipper said firmly. He picked up a folded piece of paper from the box.

“What’s that?” Mabel asked. Dipper unfolded the piece of paper. “A note?” Dipper’s eyes widened. He recognized the words’ fanciful font.

“Not just any note. A note from the Author!”

“Whoa, what?!” Mabel gaped at the note. “What’s it say?”

“Angie, when I asked you to look at my notes, I meant for you to go over the research I have done since you have been on maternity leave, not write unfairly harsh criticisms about my journal as a whole. I believe I have been supplying more than enough field notes to make my research replicable, but perhaps we can discuss it in person once you’ve returned. In the meantime, please keep your comments about my work focused upon what I requested.” Dipper looked over at Mabel. She seemed just as shocked as him. “Mabel…this is- this is confirmation of what I’ve been saying! Grauntie Angie, she knew the Author!”

“I guess…” Mabel mumbled, clearly uncomfortable with the revelation. She shook her head. “But would Grauntie Angie hide such an important thing from us? She doesn’t keep secrets like Grunkle Stan!”

“We’ve never asked her about the Author,” Dipper pointed out. “She’s been gone for so much of the summer.” His eyes widened. “I bet it’s all connected! She’s been gone so much because she’s doing things related to the Author or- or the Journal!”

“Time to take off your conspiracy hat, Dipper,” Mabel said, taking his baseball cap off his head. Dipper scowled and grabbed it back before putting it on again. “Grauntie Angie has to do science stuff out of state! Emily showed us pictures of her speaking at a conference! Not everything goes back to the Author and the Journal.”

“In this town, it feels like it does,” Dipper muttered. He looked down at the box. “Whoa.”

“What?” Mabel asked, looking inside the box as well. “Oh, wow! Look at all these pictures!”

“Grunkle Stan posing with Bigfoot?” Dipper said, flabbergasted, picking up one of the Polaroid photographs. Mabel picked up another one.

“Here’s Grauntie Angie and Grunkle Stan with the Gobblewonker!” She frowned. “But the Gobblewonker was just one of Old Man McGucket’s old robots that went haywire.”

“Apparently not.” Dipper and Mabel sat on the floor, going through the photos together. Each one had either Grauntie Angie or Grunkle Stan with a magical creature. A few even had one of their kids present. At the bottom of the box, buried underneath the photographs, were two pieces of paper. Dipper picked one up.

“What is it?” Mabel asked.

“An old newspaper article,” Dipper said. He scanned the clipping. “It’s just from when the Mystery Shack opened.” He frowned. “Didn’t Grunkle Stan say that he got Manly Dan to build the Shack?”

“Yeah. Why?”

“This says that the Shack used to belong to someone else.”

“Who?”

“It doesn’t say.”

“Maybe he just forgot?” Mabel suggested. “He’s an old man, he forgets things!” Dipper picked up the other piece of paper. “What’s that one?”

“It says ‘secret code to hideout’ on it,” he said, inspecting the paper. On the paper was a graph, consisting of two columns and four rows of boxes. The top two boxes read “A” and “1”, the left second row box read “B”, and the two boxes in the third row read “C” and “3”. The remaining boxes were blank.

“Why would Grunkle Stan need a hideout that has a secret code?” Mabel asked. Dipper scowled.

“It probably has to do with why the government showed up and the person on the tape.” He pulled out the Journal and his portable blacklight, flipping through the pages hurriedly, to no avail. “‘A1, B, C3’…I’ve never seen a code like this.” Mabel looked over his shoulder and gasped.

“Wait! I have! Dipper, it’s the vending machine!”

-----

As Dipper and Mabel sprinted through the Shack towards the Gift Shop, they could hear what seemed like every government agent leaving. They burst into the Gift Shop.

“Soos!” they cried out in delight upon seeing the man standing in front of the vending machine. Soos gasped.

“Kids!” he said happily. “Where have you been?”

“What are you doing here?” Dipper asked.

“Dr. Angie called me and told me to protect this vending machine until Junior showed up.” Soos chuckled softly. “I didn’t realize she was such a fan of snacks.”

“Soos, listen,” Dipper said. “Something huge is going on here, and it all goes back to the vending machine. I need you to step aside.”

“Yeah,” Mabel chimed in, “let us through so we can prove this is all just a big misunderstanding.” Soos sighed.

“Guys, I know this seems crazy, but I promised Dr. Angie I’d guard the vending machine with my life.” He smiled weakly at them. Dipper and Mabel exchanged a look. Dipper nodded solemnly.

“I’m sorry, Soos,” Mabel said, stepping forward. Before Soos could say anything else, she blew a handful of glitter into his face. Soos let out a shout.

“Attack glitter! It’s pretty, but it hurts!” While he tried to rub the glitter out of his eyes, Dipper darted around him, quickly pressing the “A”, “1”, “B”, “C”, and “3” buttons on the vending machine’s keypad. The vending machine swung forward as though on hinges, knocking Soos, Dipper, and Mabel to the floor. As they looked up, they gasped. A secret staircase had been revealed behind the vending machine. They got to their feet. “I guess that’s why Dr. Angie wanted me to protect the vending machine.”

“We don’t have any time to lose,” Dipper said firmly. Soos nodded.

“I’ll lead the way, dudes,” he said. He headed down the staircase, marveling. “It’s like something from a video game.”

“Or a dream,” Mabel said.

“Or a nightmare,” Dipper said glumly. As the vending machine closed behind them, a pickup truck pulled up outside.

-----

Soos, Dipper, and Mabel exited the underground elevator, entering a room that looked eerily familiar.

“It’s just like the bunker in the woods,” Dipper said, looking around at the machinery and blinking lights. There was a large observation window on the far wall, across from the entrance to the lab. Visible through the observation window was an enormous, glowing machine in the shape of an upside-down triangle. An ominous hum permeated the air.

“What is it doing under the Mystery Shack?” Soos asked.

“Maybe it’s Grauntie Angie’s,” Mabel suggested. “She’s a scientist, it makes sense she’d have a lab. Right?” Dipper walked over to a desk below the observation window. He immediately clenched his jaw.

“The other two journals?” he demanded, staring at the books that lay on the desk before him. “All this time, they were right here? I can’t believe it!” He kicked the desk in frustration. “Why would Stan have those journals?!”

“Maybe Dr. Angie had them the whole time,” Soos suggested. “Maybe she’s the Author.”

“She’s not,” Mabel said, sounding sad. “But she knew him.”

“She did?” Soos asked.

“We found a note for Grauntie Angie that the Author wrote.”

“Do you think she knows what happened to him?” Soos asked. Mabel shrugged. Dipper set the third journal down on the desk and flipped it open to the page he had theorized was a blueprint for some sort of machine. He flipped through the other two journals, finding similar pages in them, then arranged them until they had become a drawing of the very machine visible through the observation window. He turned on his portable black light. Soos, Dipper, and Mabel gasped at the writing now visible on the journals’ pages.

“Whoa,” Mabel breathed. Dipper swallowed nervously and began to read aloud from the journals.

“I was wrong the whole time. The machine was meant to create knowledge but it is too powerful. It was deceived, and now it is too late. The device, if fully operational, could tear our universe apart! It must not fall into the wrong hands. If the clock ever reaches zero, our universe is doomed!” All three looked up at the digital clock above the observation window, which had been steadily counting down the entire time they were in the lab.

“It’s the final countdown!” Soos screamed. “Just like they always sung about!”

“There has to be a way to stop it,” Dipper said, flipping through the third journal urgently. He arrived at a page reading “MANUAL OVERRIDE”. The three entered the room the observation window looked into. The ground was beginning to shake. “There! That turns it off!” Dipper said, pointing at a pole in front of the machine. They rushed over. Dipper flicked a switch on the side of the pole. The rounded dome on top of the pole popped open, revealing a bright red button.

“Wait!” a voice shouted. Dipper paused, his hand an inch above the button. He, Mabel, and Soos all turned to look at whoever had spoken.

“Dude,” Soos breathed quietly. The speaker stepped closer, their mottled green skin glistening in the eerie light of the machine. “Is that…?”

“A nixie,” Dipper confirmed. The nixie, who looked to be female, crossed her arms with a scowl. She was a foot or so taller than Mr. Ponds, slender while he was stout, and had much longer antennae, as they stretched past her shoulders. But it was impossible to mistake the frog-like features for anything else.

“What are you three doing down here?” the nixie asked. Her voice was sweet and flutelike.

“I think we should be asking you that,” Dipper said firmly. “Our great-uncle owns this building.” The nixie jutted her chin out.

“Maybe I have permission from your great-uncle to be down here.”

“Doubt it,” Dipper retorted immediately. Mabel tugged on his arm. He looked at her. “What?”

“She’s the person who was giving Grunkle Stan the thing in the surveillance video!” Mabel hissed. Dipper whipped his head back to look at the nixie. Mabel was right. The nixie’s hands and arms matched those of the person who delivered the mysterious package last night.

“Who are you?” Dipper asked. The nixie stayed silent.

“What did the Author call the other nixie he knew?” Mabel asked Dipper quietly. “Mr. Ponds’ wife or mate or whatever?”

“You think this nixie is B?” Dipper said in a low voice. Mabel shrugged.

“Maybe. I mean, how many nixies are there even in Gravity Falls?”

“…Fair enough.” Dipper met the nixie’s eyes. “Are you B?” he asked. The nixie didn’t say anything, but the widening of her glowing blue eyes was answer enough. “You are.”

“I…” B uncrossed her arms. “I haven’t been called that in a while,” she croaked.

“If you’re B, then that means you’re Mr. Ponds’ mate!” Mabel said eagerly. B frowned. “We met him in the Crawlspace when he was selling nixie venom!”

“…Mr. Ponds?” B said slowly. She looked over her shoulder. “Darling, what have you been telling these kids?” Mr. Ponds emerged from the shadows to stand by his mate’s side. He was visibly out of breath.

“Look,” he panted. He bent over. “Ugh. I’m too out of shape to run as much as I just did.”

“If you went on hikes with me every now and then…”

“Ang, you know I’m too busy dealing with tour…” Mr. Ponds started. His eyes widened in horror. But it was too late. The three humans’ jaws dropped.

“No. Way,” Soos breathed.

“S for Stanley,” Dipper said slowly. He looked at Mabel, who nodded.

“B for Banjolina,” she finished. B, who they now knew to be Grauntie Angie, closed her eyes.

“Stanley Pines, I swear…”

“We were planning on telling them anyways, why does it matter I let it slip?” demanded Mr. Ponds, aka Grunkle Stan. Grauntie Angie glared at him.

“There’s a lot going on right now! I’d prefer not to dump everything on them all at once!”

“I don’t know how it’s possible, but those two are nosier than our own kids. It’s a miracle we kept the whole frog thing under wraps as long as we did!”

“You knew the Author!” Dipper burst out. Grunkle Stan and Grauntie Angie looked at him. “You both did! Why didn’t you say anything when I showed you the Journal?”

“It’s- it’s a long story, kid,” Grunkle Stan said.

“Tell us,” Mabel said. Grunkle Stan and Grauntie Angie exchanged a pained look. “Or- or are you gonna lie some more?” Her voice broke mid-sentence.

“Okay, yes, we’ve been lying,” Grunkle Stan said. “And we technically broke the law.” Grauntie Angie facepalmed. “But everything we’ve done, everything we’ve sacrificed, it’s been for our family.”

“A family that includes the three of you,” Grauntie Angie added. Soos pointed at himself. “Yes, Jesus, you’re family. I’ve told you this how many times now?”

“How can we trust you?” Dipper demanded. He threw his hands up in the air. “Clearly the Journal was right when it said not to trust anyone in Gravity Falls! You guys are- are frog-people!” He raised his hand over the shutdown button again. It was too late.

The timer on the wall reached zero.

Everything went white.

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