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wpdariacutnes · 2 months

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Me: more redsinging villan and bit expleing

Dys someone cofuze is axe man so mean exrio? A finks a name is axrio like chraing sowing

And axe man get flet disaine because is wery old one like after terra get self a fairybrake so after more older a enifing megaman 4 out. . . Das old can drowing is

Because wood man and no rezan get wirts twister and little ups a "big fet axe man" someone hirding like dys a enifing say big fet wood on someone a enifing chraing so like not say is code realityship or enifing staws more das chill guy's like not full frendly but so chilling

Well enifing more expleing chraing enifing more klobsli a enifing so barkana and someone skome on a make sexy onesrtering type fik disatser and more a more a wona vomit enifing start a rabbit hole barkana destory sis hand sistem

So like a make klobsli because me RP lord canda more been klobsli because canda introsting but finks vanpire because rezan neneko is cat a someone wood say get enifing witch charge and like enifing like someone get panik and like "omg omg she kill me because barkana is disarter me aaaa help me Lem her helping me" like wood megaman lord staws i fame a canon rezan a grass types

So like is guy. . . MAN (shut up) and like more past a wery distans age a now is canda been jonger more a axl canda mean rezan finks like. . . Enifing been wood like oc is wood staws canda rezan make so slow grow up resdelity staws? Like "dar but is not pimp" i knows I knows but finks but why grow so slow a suprazelity blest is more older a you das more cofuze me hem dys oc cherater a enifing code rodest a corekt age is so been unknows a rezan because reddy so sobit =/ sorry but is true a finks so? As old one cherater a more jonger more axl a poor gameplay is canda now levro had level

But enifing persolity dys man

Canda more cofuze a enifing been klobsli a enifing knows villan like do like (GIMI HOMERITY BIFFF) so dys mean more dys like "Pereryn does not withe" but okey so klobsli here again say and more been trost whint and jonger oners because say why spid type a cut wood tree staws and like little shop do it knows smole staws like cup wood drinks makes like mug's

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And nader one oc but villan a canda diva stamstens? Like is wery pop and someone she her is start cry and toking lot diva mean staws like whatever das say "YESS SHE BACK RAAAAAAAAAA"

And enifing rezan why name mean her a radom elhia is more "stone cutsed" because enifing logic because dys more a towns a enifing lot cutsed is wery knows been a crocs ( truse me likes huragan man been here is wery get dead a disaster crocs)

And more like canda more been redsinging a crocs because someone say is "lot gyro pipslaw disatsers a devia Dean aya it" (canda sound a someone chraing say sowing like nikim minash a dys fames brake nose a make it down more nose like snupi? Yeah and more her fanart a get is bit her skin so enifing more logic because get a wery nastalgia a code cherry gril's none rezan but okey masters *giggle bit a enberising) and more wirts say a neber one rant but why gyro man is suck in ass (okey on what?) Is wery stack like crocs bean a someone puding and can't take off~. . . ( * start lafing finks a rock man hit hem a smole been of crosc and make big say "fitality"*)

Canda is code a code butterfly nife finks and cute galaxy gril (because one pik crosc little poinks is dys one a someone wona enifing but bot galaxy logo in crosc and more wirts dys kid next a me dys pens of crosc yes did sowing like dys because lost me a teper like skace me enifing skiming me a med a fiter bitch enifing cry so hart a me sowing and start hit me a crocs and start omost attaking me a face a get limit off and say "WONA SHIT DEAD IN ME LEGS BECUSE YOU A PIG BACK" and like kid say okey chill guy and me look a omost kill dys kid a someone freks out relly das loud make kid a say no mercy a make "kid cursed han horny a dead rode" and yeah yeah so diface past but more logic a kids is a asshole and smole on none rezan spel you a face a bitch and like neber a grap kid a arm so bedly good a wery been roade doll knows dys a more dusty one and like " hit them witch face" like dys angry teshus hit dys kid a someone dys a care kid say a soca someone mean a someone o soca raget loser because code hit a kid gorun a enifing more skiming dys smole jerkass kid a enifing say back is she jerkass she jerkass whatever is a smole boy but after more past afters polegaze me a grt wery disater movness but dys or code nastalgia snifer a camcom liners because enifing is diva cheks)

But why enifing realityship canda wirdo rezan because enifing wering crosc enifing enifing wer and finks a going are city but dys a fly away like enifing had wona go and been self charge a code butterfly in a crosc ( knows it someone das heppend a canda little bit close a someone wering crosc because emm more ovosit someone) but enifing me more logic rezan someone get pips in crosc knows dys little staws a code more your ogly cross make more ogly diva is enifing ploblem here a lot a kid get zombie agresive (eke: me get care self angry cat boy Jonger a me jerkass) or this weirdo, little pips, something, these little weird things like buttons, some kind of suppression, allergies, but I could see more that he was high on sexuality, because this boy started talking something to his mother, that he wanted to be a big baby, but he also broke the right elastic band of the bra, and I got hit in the face, and I guess he wanted to do something with his hands to make me a joker or something like that, the herbs were strong because he really ate buttons from crosc and they were acting even weirder but what happened was that after he bit the child, he bit the crocs on enifing one poor baby, opened his legs and fell asleep with his mom ia code "mom boobis disaster disert rode shitier winer" ( you still found bitten crocs and the whole toe of the shoe was gone a enifing kid buding in a lips insaide and say " poor ex donki mean a Hit her it" like only rezan a puding a drunks in it) so bit dys rezan a canda dys bit logic expleing realityship after heppend real dys druks kid's mean

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Okey more chill because enifing kinking kid ride i face a enifing dys heppend das chill staws bro

Little note a none redsinging but been here:::

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Me: dys one a redsinging now knows 🫖 man and dys pinke woman but after is adada sea bomb but yellow or more code pastel gold looking so yeah been here so someone knows a RP going bit das little bit

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Offical epic note: 10.02.2024.r

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#applelili_megaman_ver #megamancomunity #mereal #wpexpleing #parents take rule #youtube

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pokebloggingnetwork · 1 year

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@birdiescozycabin

CHARACTER:

Name: Birdie Pronouns/Terms of Address: She/her, any (I’m not very picky!) Age: 17 Occupation: Volunteer Pokémon Rehabilitator Pokémon: My team rotates frequently as I’m always caring for different Pokémon. My main partners are a Sawsbuck named Wirt, he’s in his autumn foliage, ‘n Togepi named Yippee. Though I might add more. Current Region: Johto. Preferred Type: I love all Pokémon, though I might be a little biased towards grass and fairy types Appearance/Distinguishing Traits: Private for now, maybe I’ll reveal my appearance at some point though!

MOD:

Name/Nickname: Willow/Hera Follows From: birdiescozycabin Pronouns/Terms of Address: She/Star, feminine only please! Adult or Minor?: Minor Comfortable with Adults/Minors Interacting?: On the RP account, sure! Just not on personal please :33 Other: N/A

NAVIGATION:

Links: https://www.tumblr.com/birdiescozycabin Other: N/A

#submission #pokeblogging network #pokeblogging account #rehabilitator #johto #grass type #fairy type #birdiescozycabin

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silyabeeodess · 3 years

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FusionFall Fic: Wayward Souls

(Over the Garden Wall in FusionFall, requested by @tonixman, might be due for a part ii because I kinda like this idea.)

As another soldier spawned from the nearby Resurrect ‘Em in a flash of gold fire, Wirt asked himself yet again why he was even there. He couldn’t fight on the battlefield: All he could do was help the ones who did during recovery. And, for the most part, that was a joke since the Resurrect ‘Ems did most of the work.

The newly revived fusion fighter was unconscious--maybe it was their first time or they suffered a particularly bad death. One of the other field aids dragged them onto a nearby mat to rest, double-checking them for injuries in case the process wasn’t complete. That too was just a formality at this point. So long as the Resurrect ‘Em worked, the body should be completely healed. The real issue was that it took people a little longer to catch up to their own deaths mentally.

Wirt watched on the sidelines as their helmet and armor was removed, and all of a sudden pictured Sara lying in their place. Right: Other than the seriousness of the invasion, that was good reason for him to be there. His crush had joined the war effort as soon as she could sign-up. If he couldn’t protect the people he cared about on the warfront, the least he could do was offer some support.

Someone called for him, pulling him out of his thoughts, “We’re out of tea. Brew another batch.”

“Right!” He jogged over to the table of outdoor appliances to get to work. At first, it annoyed him a little that they set up this camp just outside of a suburb when they could be working from any of the homes open to fusion fighters--they were even in-view. He got used to it though, considering himself to be in a much better position than the ones who barely gave themselves the time to dust off before charging into battle once again. The aids needed to be just as swift and prepared.

While there was often at least one medic among them, their main job was to brace soldiers after resurrecting. Denied the rest typically given after dying, their souls needed to recover most. Assuring them that they were alive and well, offering small comforts until they could spring back to their feet, were everyday tasks.

Granted, to do that, they used some not-so everyday means. As Wirt stared at practically glittering contents stewing in the tea kettle, he inwardly winced. He’d stopped looking at the ingredients for things a long time ago, finding one too many of Underworldly origins that disgusted him. It was better not to know.

He’d just about finished up when he spotted a familiar, tiny figure running down the hill from the streets above, an unruly patch of brown hair bobbing above a river of tall grass.

“Hey, Wirt! Wirt!” Greg beamed as he reached the table, holding up a plastic bag, “Woo-woot!! The choco-train has reached the station!”

Wirt spotted a handful of empty wrappers mixed in with the candy where clearly his little brother had helped himself, but didn’t mention it. In the past, he might’ve scolded him, but he’d grown to be more patient. He played along with a soft smile, motioning to the soldiers resting nearby, “Good work, Conductor Greg. Think you can finish delivering the goods?”

“Aye, aye!” Just like that, he was off, darting from person-to-person to give each of them a piece. Their parents wouldn’t let Greg officially sign-up for the war, but he came to help Wirt nonetheless. He’d become a regular face for Wirt’s co-workers, and since the areas surrounding Resurrect ‘Ems were usually safe, they didn’t mind the visits.

Part of recovery was inspiring soldiers to use their five senses--almost like how one might for anxiety. It helped ground them within their own bodies. If the soldiers were unconscious, Greg left their treats lying next to them. He made sure everyone--including the aids and any nanos that hung around--had some candy before walking back to dump the rest of the bag onto the table.

By then, Wirt had walked away with the kettle in-hand, passing it off to his senior. Left to himself once more, another, typical thought entered his mind as he looked around for something else to do: He’d gotten far more used to this than any sane person should be.

Not to say the their world wasn’t weird enough on its own, everyone had some kind of story to tell. Grappling with death just happened to be his. For a while, he dismissed everything that happened to him and his brother one Halloween night as nothing more than a dream. The more time went on though, the more similar dreams he had and the more supernatural things he saw in his waking hours... He started to wonder if their journey through the Unknown hadn’t been some kind of purgatory. The two of them had nearly drowned, after all, but the idea that they had been that close to dying was hard for him to accept.

Being here, among so many that did die and were only given their second chances because of the war, he couldn’t just dismiss the idea either. However, the Resurrect ‘Ems were almost instantaneous: When a soldier was killed in-battle, their consciousness only lasted so long outside of their bodies before they woke up in a place just like this one. Since their souls were bound to the supernatural devices, they had no memory of being anywhere else. It was direct transfer. If it wasn’t, well... Without a nano with a revive ability, it typically meant they’d become one of the army’s rare, true casualties.

In short, whenever he’d asked, no one had ever even heard of the Unknown. Wirt considered finding an Underworlder to talk to about it, but even if he found answers, he was almost scared of what they’d be. He wanted to live a long, normal life, without any out-of-body experiences or monsters to trying to take over the planet! If he pried, he’d probably be giving that up.

Wirt squat down by a young man who wasn’t much older than himself, checking him over. He looked fine, his breathing steady and no visible signs that he was having a nightmare. It was uncommon, but not out of the ordinary, for some to sleep longer than others upon revival. The memory of dying alone was enough to cause people to pass out.

There was talk, among the aids, that more people were staying unconscious for longer periods. Even the haphazard types who became disturbingly familiar to the Resurrect ‘Ems needed more time to rest now. Since the war dragged on, it was theorized that it could be a kind of widespread weariness: Morale was low and people were getting tired, their bodies responding in-kind.

He glanced over his shoulder to where the newcomer still lay. They hadn’t woken up yet either, but at least they were stirring. Hopefully, they’d be up soon.

He was about to get up when a quiet tune froze him to his very core. Someone was humming softly: Another fusion fighter--a girl--was sitting up on her mat with her back to Wirt, looking at holograms. He watched her in silence until her hums turned to whispered words:

“Come wayward souls that wander through the darkness, There is a light for the lost and the meek, Sorrow and fear are easily forgotten When you submit to the soil of the earth...”

Memories of a deeper, distant, and far-less pleasant voice filled his mind. He raced over to her, taking her by the shoulder so abruptly that he startled her. However, the way she jumped was nothing compared to the horror that rose inside him.

Wirt fought to reign his nerves back as he asked, “H-how do you know that song...?”

She blinked at him, confused by his outburst before turning inward. She couldn’t seem to answer that for herself, no matter how much she tried to think. Her eyes drifted to the ground innocently, “I don’t know... I must’ve heard it somewhere.”

He really hoped she hadn’t.

Continue to Part 2

#fusionfall #fanfic #fanfiction #video games #cartoons #tv show #my writing

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aphrodite-would-be-proud · 3 years

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abt the historia and zeke are technically related, it got me thinking. We get a lot of yeager bros content and im sure there’s content of frieda being hostoria’s older sister but... where’s the content of zeke being a protective big bro to historia? Feel like they can bond well since they both got dick dads

historia taking the first few steps to breaking away from the nice, submissive type everyone knows her to be. she’s not perfect and there would be times that she’d doubt herself and go back to being insecure and playing herself down. in comes zeke who met her through his mother’s side of the family and is all for that personal growth. he relates to her wanting to stick it to her father, having gone through something like that in the past. he says stuff like, “like hell they can get away talking to you like that, tell me who they are and ill give them a piece of my mind.” and “your dad can go fuck himself, you can stay with me and mom if you need somehwere to stay. mom doesnt like rod either so you’re more than welcome.”

idk idk hahah :p

...i hope you don't mind me just wirting some headcannons and scenrios real quick, because wow anon you just opened my third eye for all this potential.

Historia and Zeke family bonding modern au below cut

They probably met for the first time at large family gathering when Dina took teen Zeke to meet his relatives and one of his uncles mentioned that his daughter from his ex-wife just started living with him after moving from the country side.

He was 17 at the time, and so while the adults were busy with each other as the topic of his mother's divorce came up again, he felt too uncomfortable to stay in the room so he just excused himself to the bathroom.

Only to sneak outside the house instead, knowing all the rooms in his uncle's big mansion were probably filled with maids or other relatives and he didn't want to risk getting caught.

The back garden was beautiful, the grass overgrown and not as bright as the front yard fake lawn, it was clearly an overlooked part of the house that the gardener seemed to forget from dried crunchy leaves collecting at the bottom of the old tree.

Zeke took a breath of fresh air, before reaching into the hidden pocket of his jacket and pulling a cigarette.

He knew if his mother found out she'd kill him, not to mention his concerned grandparents, but what they don't know can't harm them.

Getting out his lighter, he was too focused on covering the flame so the wind won't snuff it out before lighting the cigarette

"You shouldn't do that, it's not good for you." Came a high pitched voice that took him off guard, almost making him drop the lighter and cause a fire hazard.

Looking in front of him, a seven year old girl stood with messy blonde hair with some leaves stuck to it, she was clutching a patch of dandelions and weeds pulled from the ground.

Putting the lighter back in his pocket, Zeke took a deep breath before slowly letting the smoke out, pushing what she said aside, he said "And what exactly are you doing with those?"

She gave a big toothy smile before explaining how she's cleaning the garden, she said "they keep stealing the other plants' food, most plants here are dead and i wanted to help."

Zeke stepped closer before leaning down to be on eye level with her, judging by the dirt staining her white dress and between her fingernails, she must have been doing this for a while. He chuckled at the way she crunched her nose at the smell of smoke, before attempting to mask her features.

Wanting to mess with her, he held the cigarette with two fingers before offering it to her, "wanna try? i won't tell your parents, pinky promise."

Audibly gasping, she clutched the dandelions to her chest protectively before stumbling to politely reject it in a way that was clearly meant not to offend him, her eyes glancing at the garden fence door like she's considering running.

Deciding to end the joke before she would yell stranger danger, Zeke put out the cigarette with an amused smile before offering his empty hand to her.

"I'm sorry for the awful joke, please don't tell my mom, will you forgive me? Pretty please?" Putting on his best pout, Zeke almost couldn't hold back chuckling when the kid in front of him seemed actually moved by his act.

She reluctantly took his hand, tangling their pinkies together before nodding, with the most serious expression she said "okay...i won't, but you have to stop okay! My dad does it and he coughs a lot."

"Your dad huh..." Zeke stared into her eyes, "so you must be Historia."

"Mhm! Do you know my dad? He said some people will be visiting today and i should stay somewhere they can't see..."

"Hmm, well Historia " standing up, Zeke pushed his glasses back, "I'm Zeke, what do you say we become friends?"

Looking up at the tall boy with stars in her eyes, Historia enthusiastically noded, too happy to dwell on the fact that her first ever friend had offered her a smoke some minutes ago.

"That's the spirit, now" taking off his jacket, Zeke folded it before putting it aside on the fence, "what do you say we finish pulling these weeds so i can teach you a really fun game called catch."

That day, Zeke dragged dirt and mud into his mother's new car with his now ruined suit, Dina was too busy scolding him that she forgot the fact he never came back from the bathroom after leaving the room.

And after that, each year at Christmas and family gatherings, Zeke and Historia would see each other for a single day.

He slowly saw her confidence grow more and more, each time she held her head a little higher, smile more genuine than the fake polite one.

At age 15, She told him about her first girlfriend, he bought her alcohol with His ID and of course she was quick to refuse it and scold him, Zeke started worrying she's starting to resemble his mother more and more.

At 16, when her father found out and threatened to kick her out, Zeke was the person she first called even before Ymir, not wanting to worry her.

To his surprise was the fact she didn't shed a single tear as she packed her bags before getting in his car, not giving a single glance to her father staring with a horrified expression from the front gate.

No, she smiled instead as both of them went to grab some food.

He asked if she knows where she's staying, she said she knows some friends but still haven't asked anyone yet.

After arriving at his grandparents house, Dina was the first to pull her into a hug before saying how sorry she is and how she just ended a call with Riess after giving him a piece of his mind.

Zeke, knowing very well how his mother is like when she's angry, he smiled knowing the guy now definitely has a headache from all the yelling, his mother has great lungs after all.

Zeke was almost 26 at the time, and so he offered her his old room while he's away in college.

They definitely grew closer after that, although Zeke never mentioned a word to his friends neither did Historia tell anyone beside Ymir.

They just never mentioned their personal life while hanging out on the days Zeke came to visit from college.

His grandparents adored her and treated her like their granddaughter after his mother moved to another country, they even met Ymir a couple times.

Zeke never talked with Ymir but he met her on the times Historia brought her over at christmas, his grandparents were quick to praise her for landing such a beautiful girlfriend before side eyeing Zeke and asking if he will ever give bring someone home.

Zeke was there for her to see her actual sad side that she hid from everyone, both of them bonded over the burden they hold on their shoulders for having to be the "perfect reliable" person all the time.

She rarely cried, but whenever she did it was either with Zeke or Ymir.

While Zeke would vent to her about Grisha and how much the fear of turning like him is what prevents him from being in a commited relationship, while Historia listens to him before sharing her own experience with both her dad and mother and how both of them just abandoned her.

After that they just go out to get ice cream.

Fun fact, Historia can handle spicey food and like it's nothing, meanwhile Zeke will choke if he even smelled peppers.

At age 20, Historia moved with Ymir in an apartment after high school and Zeke moved back home to a house near his grandparents after finishing college and opening his own clinc.

She still sends them cards each Christmas and even visits at times, Zeke picks up each time she calls no matter what he's currently doing.

#talking🕯#Zeke🕯#Historia🕯#not a ship #they're more liking sibblings

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cartoons-x-reader · 5 years

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I was looking through your rules and I noticed that you write for OTGW. So, may I request some general Wirt x reader headcanons? Maybe the reader is an aspiring actor or something like that?

🎵 As a lover of poetry, I think Wirt is the type that genuinely loves Shakespeare—not in a pretentious way. It’s not necessarily about the story for him as much as the poetry.

🎵 You, however, enjoy the story more than the poetry. You struggle to understand reading Shakespeare versus seeing or acting it out (as Shakespeare intended, highschool curriculum.)

🎵 When your school decides to perform Romeo and Juliet, you are ecstatic when you learn you will be playing Juliet.

🎵 Though you are a skilled actor, you struggle to understand the true meanings of the words.

🎵 “What do you mean ‘where for art thou’ means something else?”

🎵 Wirt is the polar opposite, a clumsy actor yet poetry master. He could never consider himself a Romeo, let alone your own. Yet he runs through lines with you day and night, over breakfast, lunch, and dinner. It flusters him to make such powerful love confessions every time. It makes you giggle.

🎵 Wirt is very inexperienced, shy, and awkward, like many boys his age. He gets worried that his hands are too sweaty, or that he’s standing to close to you.

🎵 Sometimes you catch him admiring you in class, and he sinks into his desk chair with red cheeks.

🎵 Wirt is already pretty tall and lanky, but imagine him getting a giant growth spurt. He doesn’t even realize until he sees that his pants no longer cover his ankles, which hasn’t happened since his Halloween costume on the show.

🎵 He likes to think about the future—especially with you in it.

🎵 “Wouldn’t—wouldn’t it be amazing if I wrote a play? And you stared in it as the lead? We’d—we’d see each other every day, and everyone could see how amazing you are as an actress!”

🎵 Wirt being so tall that he has to lean down to kiss you.

🎵 Wirt likes to slowdance with you, but he gets so flustered from being so close to you that he can barely last a full song.

🎵 His favorite place to sit with you is the football field, made of fresh grass with white stripes and numbers of paint. By the benches sit tiny wildflowers, which you pick and put in his hair. He wears them well.

🎵 He likes antique stores and the smell of old books. He collects vintage things.

🎵 He comes to every show you’re in, even if you’re “only” ensemble.

🎵 Honestly? Wirt’s a nerdy boyfriend. It makes him very lovable.

#otgw #otgw wirt #over the garden wall #wirt x reader #otgw wirt x reader #otgw imagines #cartoons #cartoons x reader #imagines #x reader #wirt

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pokemon-team-aesthetics · 4 years

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!! i love ur blog!! could i please rq a pokemon team for wirt from over the garden wall with psychic, grass, and ghost types? tysm!!

*thank u very much!!! Of course u can!! :D it has been queued!!

#asks #not a team #mod scales

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little-drop-of-water · 5 years

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Will & Lady Tree Chapter 1

So, this is a story I’ve been attempting to to write since...forever and I finally managed to wirte something decent. I wrote it first in spanish, then translated it to english and I’m glad with how it turned out. So I’m posting it here in the hopes someone will read it, maybe even like it, I don’t know, here goes nothing.

Will ran towards the low wall in front of him, his next move was all he had in mind. He leaped forward, reached the wall with both hands and then pushed himself even further only with his arms.

He stretched his body in the air; then kept his arms fully extended in front of him while bending his legs up. He reached another low wall and placed both hands on top. Using the leap’s momentum, he moved his legs down, between his arms, without touching the wall and landed on grass. He kept running until he was able to stop a few feet away from the second wall.

As soon as he stopped, his friends greeted him with cheers and applause.

“That’s how you do a Double Kong!” exclaimed Andrew “Awesome!” He said as he pat Will’s back.

“Thanks, man.” Replied Will returning the pat on his friend’s back.

“How long did you take to master that?” asked Paul.

“Three to four days” answered Will “For the basic move, of course” added immediately. Then he spent a few moments humming and looking at the distance in thought. “I think it took me about a month in total,” he finally replied, “I started at the gym with mats and gradually increased the distance between obstacles until I reached ten feet. This is the first time I do it on grass and I still don’t dare to do it on concrete or asphalt.”

“Do you think I’ll be able to do it soon?” asked Paul.

“Bad idea,” said Andrew “you’ve been doing this parkour thing for barely two months.”

“You could break a bone” added Will “And how would you practice then?”

“Well, I could brag about getting a broken bone while attempting a Double Kong.” said Paul, and everyone laughed.

“That’s not how it works” answered Andrew, shaking his head while grinning.

“I would rather brag about the Double Kong instead of a failed attempt.” said Will, still giggling.

His phone rang then. There was an unknown number with Egeoworl’s area code on the screen. The only ones from that town that used to call him were his parents. The few friends he had there preferred to use more discrete methods to get in touch with him.

So it was probably mom or dad calling to let him know they changed their number. Will answered the phone, still smiling over what Paul said.

“Hello”

“William?” asked an old man’s voice at the other side of the line.

He wasn’t expecting that.

“Hugh? Hi. How are you?”

“Will I – have to talk to you.”

There was something different about Hugh’s voice, a kind of tiredness Will didn’t remember. The family’s former gardener was an old man, true, but his voice had always been strong and clear. This was the first time he sounded according to his age.

“It’s about your parents” he continued. His voice was not only tired, there was also sadness in it; suddenly, Will felt as if he had a hole in his stomach. When he was finally able to speak, his voice came out as nothing but a whisper.

“What is it?” he asked.

“They were coming back from visiting some friends” the old man answered “Their plane crashed against a cliff – I’m sorry” his voice was also a whisper at the end.

The call must have ended at some point, because he could no longer hear Hugh’s voice on the other side. He must look awful, since his friends approached him with concern and he should have told them something, because both of them hugged him tight. But he couldn’t quite tell what was going on. If human beings had an auto pilot, Will’s had turned on that very moment.

Paul and Andrew walked him to his apartment; they helped him contact the rest of his family to inform them what happened and made tea while Will booked the soonest flight available to Egeoworl. When they left, they told him he could count on them for anything.

Will could barely look at them in the face while muttering a husky “Thank you”. He tried to smile, but suddenly his face was too heavy to move, or so he felt.

He packed, had some dinner, tried to sleep and next morning took a taxi to the airport. He never cried, he never even sobbed. As far as Will knew, he was also dead.

Sounds came to him muffled, distant. And even if he couldn’t say he saw everything in shades of gray, colors did seem duller and shadows were darker and deeper. It was as if a veil covered him, separating him from the rest of the world.

Maybe that’s what mourning was. When a loved one dies, you die with them too and sooner or later you are reborn. While you remain “dead”, you are so numb you can’t feel anything; the pain actually comes when the rebirth begins, for now you understand you must continue your life without a loved one.

Will was still “dead” and didn’t know when he will be reborn. He wasn’t eagerly expecting it either. In that state he did things automatically and not being fully present, right. But that was better than being invaded by feelings, at least for the moment. Plus, it was convenient.

He had over thirty hours of journey ahead and three connection flights in two different continents. He would leave London on an autumn Thursday and arrive at Egeoworl on a spring Saturday. Being “dead” would at least allow him to think and not make stupid mistakes. It would also give him the chance to go unnoticed.

Inside Heathrow Airport his looks could easily mix with those of the thousands of sleep deprived and tired travelers wandering through the corridors and stores or sitting in waiting rooms until their flights took off. He would have more time than enough to cry in Egeoworl.

He took his first flight, listened some music, dozed, ate; he fell fully asleep at some point and when he woke up they were about to land. He waited a few hours in the second airport doing pretty much the same he did during the flight.

Every time he had to move he felt heavy, as if he was asleep or paralyzed and someone else was moving him like a string puppet. It was amidst the Indic Ocean, on his way to Australia that the rebirth began.

Will woke up from one of many naps and felt something forming deep inside him. It started in his mind, stomach and heart at the same time. He suddenly needed to scream. But things wouldn’t end up well if he did it in the middle of a flight, so he went back to sleep. The scream, or whatever that was, wouldn’t come out if he was unconscious… right?

That worked the first two or three times but the scream became more powerful as hours went by. It soon invaded him completely; it was all he could think of and all he could feel. He spent the rest of the flight writhing desperately on his seat.

As soon as he came out of the plane, he ran to the nearest bathroom and threw up. Than seemed to stop the rebirth process for a while. Back to his living dead state, Will carried on with the journey. He would remain that way until the end.

He waited God knows how many hours on that Australian airport and finally took his last international flight. After some more hours of flight and a couple of hours in yet another waiting room, Will was boarding the small aircraft that would take him to St. Nicholas Island, where Egeoworl was located. It was the same type of aircraft in which his parents died.

The aircraft started shaking as they flew over the ocean. Turbulence was common on that region, as well as storms and fog banks. Technology made flights and ferry trips safer but traveling to St. Nicholas Island had always been dangerous.

They were about to land when Will saw the island’s cliffs and the accident site: It was surrounded by police tape and the area’s vegetation was nothing but pieces of coal. The crash was so intense that chunks of cliff fell onto the ocean.

Will stared that cliff area from his window; he couldn’t take his eyes off it no matter how hard he tried. His parents died there and, by what he saw, it had been awful.

When the aircraft came to a full stop all passengers went down to the landing track. Will noticed immediately the typical salty scent in the island’s air and took a deep breath; he would get used to in within a few days and no longer perceive it.

Once inside the building, the passengers gathered around the only conveyor belt and waited for their luggage. It was then that Will was able to look at them in detail. They all looked just like him or worse: numb, exhausted and devastated. All of them wore black and none seemed to be fully present. They were all living dead, exactly like Will.

There was a woman in front of him at the other side of the belt; her eyes were teary and reddened. She looked almost like his high school History teacher, who, if he remembered correctly, had an identic twin living in Auckland – oh shit.

The woman looked at him and burst into tears. Will remained in silence and lowered his head; his eyes now stung as they filled with tears. They didn’t know each other but there was no need. The conveyor belt started working at that moment. The sound shook Will, making him blink, scaring the tears away, only if for a while.

Luckily, his luggage was the first to come out. As soon as he grabbed it, he left that room as fast as he could. Will noticed the board next to the main entrance door on his way out; it was normally used for unimportant notices but this was not the case. This time there was a text on the board which read:

The people of Egeoworl are deeply saddened by the event that took place on November 19th. Our condolences go to the families of the victims.

O’Connor

Jones

Turner

Wood

Arbor

Smith

Brown

Krueger

Ríos

He froze right there and then; his last name was not on the list. What was he expecting? He was in Egeoworl after all. Will started shaking from head to toe; he clenched his teeth until his jaw hurt; gripped his luggage tightly until his knuckles went white and began sobbing without shedding a tear until his face turned red.

“They are so inconsiderate” Said a woman behind him.

“I can think of a word worse than that” Answered Will; choking on anger.

“I’m sure you can think of several, in fact”

Will turned around and met a woman about seventy years old. The lady was tall and stood straight; she wore all black, her clothes were covered in cat’s hair and from her came a scent of fresh herbs that Will could smell from where he was standing.

“Hi Mrs. Smith” said Will “Who in your family –

“My grandson, Edward” the woman interrupted “He started college at Wellington and forgot some things while moving out. He was coming to pick them up” she finished with a trembling whisper.

“I’m sorry” was all Will could say.

“Thank you” answered Mrs. Smith with a smile on her face and tears in her eyes “Are you the only member of your family who’s coming?”

Will nodded in silence. Then Mrs. Smith rummaged in her purse and took some white plastic pieces from it, they were board letters.

“I have one just like this at home” she said, nodding towards the board “A smaller one, of course, but it comes with different sized letters.”

Will’s heart shattered like glass. Mrs. Smith handed him the letters and pointed her gaze to the board once more.

“Go ahead” she said “They won’t dare to take it off. I wanted to add your last name since I saw the notice yesterday, but it’s way better if you do it.”

Will clutched the letters in his hands and headed towards the board; there was an empty space right at the bottom. He began placing the letters one by one: C, I, L, T, H. There were tears in his eyes by the time he finished writing his last name. He stepped back to take a look at the notice; it seemed as if it had been written that way since the beginning.

He read the text once more. Then tears streamed down his face and there was nothing he could do to stop them; he began to sob again, so hard this time he stopped breathing at all and his heart pounded against his chest so violently it hurt. William Cilth was finally reborn and it didn’t feel as bad as he’d imagine. It was infinitely worse.

#My Stories #Will & Lady Tree

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iprincezzinuyoukai · 6 years

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BillDip Week, Valentine Week, Day 3: Fancy Dinner

Agh, I started very loose this week, it’s just that writing romance or something corny doesn’t come often to me. Forget me, I’ll eat my feelings. Uhm, this doesn’t follow the canonical events of my future story, I just thought it would be fun to use my AU with this prompt.

Notes and Warnings: Anti-Hero/Villain AU. Poison-Ivy!Dipper. Bill is a mix of Joker and Harley Quinn.

It’s Not A Date!

The cold, damp stone on the edges of the building brushed against his feet covered only by his boots made of grass. Dipper sometimes wondered if someone came out of their window at this time and saw a green-skinned man walking quietly on the rooftops, dressed only in what appeared to be his pants, waistcoat, and boots, they wouldn’t wonder if they were seeing an illusion, a suicidal madman, or an Anomaly.

But why would he should worry about what they thought? He only had the nights as his ally for himself. Only the nights.

Dipper stopped on one of the rooftops, leaping in and sitting near one of the smokestacks that exhaled gray and black smoke. These days he craved the heat, but he couldn’t go to his apartment or his landlord would claim the rent for this month and last month, and the past before it; He also couldn’t go to the HQ because then he would have to deal with other types of claims. He just hoped that his irrigation system didn’t run out of water or else his flowers and plants would die.

Now that he had finally obtained a magnificent booty from his assault tonight, once he changed all these gems in the HQ, he would finally have enough to pay for his apartment and shut his landlord’s mouth for the next three months, the city’s greenhouse would have more funds donated charitably, as well as more resources for their search.

“Tonight couldn’t become even better for me.”

Dipper turned around in front of the annoying voice, his eyes narrowed as he saw who was in front of him. “Joker.” He pronounced the name of the mad clown.

“It’s a lovely experience that your lips pronounce my name.” The golden clown laughed, “Oh, before you want to attack me, maybe you want to sit down with me to chat and maybe to dinner.” He said as soon as he saw that Poison Ivy was in position to attack him, and although he liked to be stuck between those stems he had other plans that night.

Dipper didn’t take his eyes off each movement of the Joker. He knew the prince clown of crime well enough. Unlike those non-Anomalies that wanted to enter the world of crime, Joker was the most outstanding. He wasn’t an Anomaly but he was giving trouble to the police as if he were one.

Approaching the side of the Joker, the clown smiled ecstatically, Dipper prepared himself in case it was a trap.

His eyes widened as he saw that what the Joker pointed out was a round table with two wooden chairs next to it, a plate of spaghetti in the middle with two plates in front of both chairs, a couple of illuminating candles, and even a violinist with a chain tied to his legs.

“What does this parody of The Lady and The Tramp mean?” Dipper asked almost offended.

“Too much for our first date?”

“It’s not a date!” The Anomaly yelled annoyed. He must have suspected it! For a year and a half now, the Joker had been harassing him every time they met. Once he stopped to flirt with him during a shootout – Who in his right mind does that? It wasn’t for nothing that he was called the mad clown, but even someone with a half brain and no power should run away. “I’m outta here.” Dipper turned around with clear intentions to get out of there.

“Nah~” Joker smirked, “Not without your little bag of beautiful friends.” He showed the bag that Dipper had been carrying moments after, making it sound by showing that the jewels were inside.

Dipper looked down, the bag of jewelry that must be tied to his waist was no longer – At what time he – ? “Give me back that!” Dipper demanded, his gaze hardening.

“Dinner with me and your little friends return safe and sound to your little, green hands.” Joker pointed to the table on the roof with a cloying atmosphere.

Dipper ran a hand over his face, and with a frown he walked with the Joker to the table, taking a seat. “It’s intriguing me one thing.” Dipper spoke, the Joker made a gesture to continue talking, “I know you’ve been harassing me and all that, but exactly how did you know that I would stop on this roof and place this scene so childish?”

“Oh.” The Joker spoke, filling his plate with spaghetti, “I didn’t know, I’ve been following you and waiting for when you would stop.”

“You mean you’ve been following me since my assault on the museum with a table, chairs, food, and the violinist?” Dipper pointed to each of the things mentioned.

“Yeppers.” Joker answered. “You usually like to steal other kinds of objects, I’ve seen that you’ve a preference for everything that’s botanical, which is pretty obvious. But let’s forget our unfortunate circumstances and take advantage of this romantic moment.”

“It’s not romantic.” Dipper made it clear, “And excuse me if I didn’t eat something prepared by you but it’s difficult to accept food from strangers.”

“Of course, of course, how could I’ve forgotten how discriminatory this world is with us.” Joker expressed in a false tone of drama.

“You’re not an Anomaly.”

“I don’t see any problem in it. I’ve seen you work with others that aren’t Anomalies, Ivy~” Joker smiled at the Anomaly’s annoyed face as he purred his alias, “You don’t have to worry, there’s no poison in it. Also, it’s not as if the poison affects you knowing why you’re named like that.” Or why everyone started calling you like that.

Dipper was grateful that his skin was dyed green, so no one would see how red his cheeks had been. It wasn’t as if he had chosen his alias, it was a moment of his life where he discovered another skill of his, which had saved his life a few times – And right now he was thinking of applying it if Joker tried to get handsy with him. “Then you know very well what you’re up against.” Dipper said, looking at his plate of spaghetti and with the fork start crushing the pasta.

“Of course,” Joker said after eating a good part of the spaghetti, “But that’s the exciting thing about this relationship, isn’t it? Figure out how we could do it without any of us getting intoxicated.”

“It’s not a relationship.” Dipper reminded him. And even if someday he wanted to have a relationship he knew how hard it would be to keep it stable. That Wirt, Agatha, and Tom have had it doesn’t mean it’s the same for everyone. He still remembers Coraline crying.

“Right, it’s our first date. We still shouldn’t anticipate the future.”

Dipper sighed, “It’s not a date either.” It was useless to try to reason with a madman.

Joker nodded, “Well, then, if it’s not a date and we won’t have a relationship, then this must be – A business talk.”

Dipper couldn’t help but laugh a little, “I think you’re crazier than I thought.”

“Well, there are already two points in my favor.” Joker said, what made Poison Ivy raise an eyebrow, “I’ve made you laugh and you think about me from time to time.”

Dipper opened his eyes at such words. Yes, Joker was more crazy, maybe he was the craziest person he could meet. And boy, he had dealt with people maybe just as crazy.

“I also think of you, every time I see a salad.”

Dipper now didn’t know whether to feel flattered, laugh or squeeze Joker with vines.

#BillDipWeek2018 #BillDip Week #BillDip #Day Three #Fancy Dinner #AU #Anti-Hero/Villain AU #this seemed funnier in my head #OTP #Bill Cipher #Dipper Pines #... i want to post this fanfic right now but i just have three chapters ;W;#Gravity Falls #Iris Stuff

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empatheticfoxwritings · 6 years

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Autumn Leaves - Chapter 4

Light in Death

A cool breeze brought fresh air to the Hogwarts grounds, signaling the beginning of a new week. Wirt bundled up in his sweater and robes and headed to the owlery to pay a visit. He breathed in the fall air as leaves crunched beneath his feet. It was a perfect day to let her stretch her wings.

He entered the owlery and smiled at the chorus of cheerful hoots. They were all familiar with Wirt, he was the man that would talk to them and pet them.

“Hello,” he cooed and stroked the brown one he was fond of, “Have you seen Beatrice around?”

The owl gave a soft hoot in response and flew up higher. The snowy owl was curled up near the top of the owlery. She must have been sleeping.The other owl hooted softly at her and she squawked and tried to peck him.

“Beatrice, get down here.” Wirt chastised. “You can sleep later. I’m sure you want to spread your wings some, don’t you?”

The snowy owl flew down at the sound of Wirt’s voice. Although, Wirt sensed a bit of attitude from the bird. She was often like this when Wirt didn’t come see her for awhile. Wirt adored her despite her irritableness. She was a true beauty with her wide eyes and hints of blue amongst her black and white speckled feathers. Wirt held his arm out for her to perch on. She landed and grasped his arm a little too tightly. After a little petting, she eased up and her feathers settled.

“Let’s enjoy the weather, Beatrice.” She let out a soft inquisitive noise as Wirt turned to leave the owlery. He decided to take another route instead of taking her down to the clock tower courtyard. He walked across the bridge leading towards the entrance to the forbidden forest and all the while, he spoke softly to Beatrice about his past few weeks.

When they finally reached the opening to the forest, Wirt stopped and eased his arm out more. “Spread your wings.”

With a bit of fluttering to stretch, Beatrice took flight and flew across the trees of the forest. She stayed close to Wirt for a period of time then disappeared into the brush. Wirt knew she would be back, she deserved a bit of freedom every now and again. Humming contently, he sat down on a patch of grass and took out his notebook.

He gazed at the forest around him and pondered the day he had with Dipper yesterday. It was beyond anything he could have imagined. It was a different kind of magic, a magic that left you wanting more. A magic that made you want to hide away, to get lost in it, and never come back. It left him a paradox of emotions and he wasn’t sure how he felt.

He did know that Dipper had consumed his thoughts.

And that cannot be good.

Maybe Wirt was overreacting or just desperate for attention and this wasn’t actually something. He was scared of losing him. He was scared that Dipper would find out that he wasn’t worth his time. That he would leave him once he found out that Wirt was falling for him fast. Leaning against a rock, Wirt began to write.

I see you in everything

From the air as it whips across the trees

To the crisp leaves upon the ground

As I walk along this steady path of life

His charming smile, his messy hair, and his overwhelming love of anything different made Wirt melt. The way he gripped his hand as he pulled Wirt into his world of mystery was poetic. The way he gripped his shoulders was staggering. And the hug he enveloped him at the end of the day left Wirt with an overwhelming warmth that no person could ever provide. In such a short amount of time, Dipper had become everything.

Wirt crumpled the page of his journal and ripped it out. He threw it aggressively in hopes of clearing these feelings from him entirely. It went a couple feet, but the convenient gust of wind blew it back into his lap. He groaned and hid his face in his hands. Of course. Maybe if he took some time away from Dipper, he could get these feelings under control. The thought pained him, but it would be better than losing him forever all because his heart beat heavily for him.

I wish to have you next to me

Walk beside me along this path of no return

Your presence like a blanket around my shoulders

You make me feel whole

His heart ached at the thought of Dipper disappearing from his life. His brief infatuation with Sarah didn’t span over well and he couldn’t imagine feeling that way about Dipper. Not eating breakfast with him, not talking to him till the fire died out, not smiling at him sleepily when he emerged from the dorm come morning. It was almost too much to handle, he had to stop thinking about it. Instead, he focused on the cool Sunday weather. He reached for his satchel to pull out an apple he brought along. Beatrice often went off for long periods of time so he brought snacks. He bit into it and tried to focus on writing something that wasn’t about the pine tree boy.

A soft clunking of footsteps made him glance around curiously. There was nothing in front of him. It was only when he felt a tug on his hand that held the apple did he turn around. He yelped and dropped the apple as he backed away.

In front of him stood a creature of skin and bone. It was a grayish color with the aura of a dragon. Its ribs stuck out prominently from its body and bat-like wings hung loosely at its sides. There was no flesh on its body, only a slick, translucent coat. Its clear-pupil stare was gloomy yet soft as it peered in Wirt’s direction. It made a soft sort of squawk and sniffed the apple Wirt had dropped.

“Oh.” Wirt sighed heavily, realizing that this creature would not attack him. Probably, hopefully. “You’re hungry aren’t you? Go on then, it’s all yours.”

It got closer to the apple and sniffed it, but backed away as if it wasn’t interested. Wirt huffed. “Not a fan of granny smith apples, huh? Well, its all I could get from the hall. Looks like you’ll have to find something else to eat.”

The creature squawked again and cocked its head. Wirt slowly got up to his feet, he wasn’t entirely sure how these creatures felt towards respect. It seemed harmless and its gloomy appearance made Wirt feel wistful. He reached out his hand to pet it’s dark mane.

“W-Wirt?”

Wirt’s hand retreated as he whipped around. Dipper. He held a large bucket filled with what appeared to be meat. He wore his trusty ball cap and a Ravenclaw hoodie. He held an expression Wirt couldn’t make out.

“H-Hi. I was just out enjoying the weather. Um-it sort of walked up to me and t-tried to take my apple.” He rubbed his arm awkwardly.

“You-You can see them too?” Dipper asked.

Wirt cocked his head. “Yeah, why wouldn’t I? They’re rather large.”

“No it’s just,” Dipper bit his lip “Just-just let me feed them and I’ll tell you… why only certain people can see them.”

Wirt nodded and stepped aside to let Dipper work. He chucked a piece of meat to the one who tried to eat Wirt’s apple. It scarfed it down and trotted after Dipper for more. Dipper lifted his other hand to his mouth to let out a whistle. A herd of the ghastly creatures came walking out of the forest and waited expectantly. One by one, Dipper tossed them their meat and pet a few as he went along.

Wirt sat back down on the grass and hugged his knees. When Dipper emptied the last of the bucket he sat it down and stroked the smallest of the creatures.

“Thestrals,” he started, “They’re called Thestrals. They’re a type of winged horse and this herd lives here in the forbidden forest...They’re often seen as bad omens and are considered dangerous by the ministry of magic.”

Wirt looked curiously at the Thestral herd. Some had laid down in the grass and huddled together. They looked no different than the hippogriff family, physical differences aside.

“I don’t… see why people would think that. They seem peaceful.”

“They are.” Dipper sat cross-legged next to Wirt. “The herd here at Hogwarts is loyal and they sometimes pull the carriages of returning students. I get that they have a bit of a deadly appearance, but they are no harmful than a normal horse.”

Dipper sighed. “But not everyone can see them. They tend not to bother anyone because they’re not seen. They can only be seen by those who have seen death.”

Wirt inhaled sharply. Death. “O-oh.”

“Yeah,” Dipper gulped. “Um, that’s why they’re seen as bad omens. They really aren’t though. I sort of see them as comforts. They only allow those who have witnessed something traumatic to see them. It’s like they want you to know its okay…and that there is a bit of beauty in death.”

Wirt hummed in acknowledgment. The thought of opening up about his past made him feel nauseous so, he kept quiet. He hadn’t thought about what happened in a long time. It made him shiver amidst his layers of clothing.

“My grandpa was always important to me.” Dipper started softly. “He was always supportive of my interest in things that were weird. He used to say that ‘weirdness led to greatness’ and that we shouldn’t dismiss things we don’t understand. I used to run to his house after school every day. We would play games like chess and checkers. He would always cheer me up when I was down or... when I was being bullied.” Dipper glanced at Wirt and smiled hesitantly.

“He was a wizard too. He used magic to make me feel better. Sometimes he would cast a fire and we would have roasted marshmallows. Sometimes he would lift me by my foot with a flick of his wand and shake me until I laughed.” He chuckled at the memory.

“My favorite above all was the Patronus charm.” Dipper pulled his wand from his pocket and closed his eyes. “Expecto Patronum,” he spoke softly.

A bluish light illuminated from his wand and took shape. It was the shape of a dog, a Deerhound. It trotted around the two boys on the ground. It woofed and nuzzled Wirt’s face.

Dipper smiled and opened his eyes. “My Grandpa James loved dogs. His Patronus was a Bloodhound so mine comes from his influence. A small piece of him is always with me. He fell ill suddenly around the time I got my Hogwarts letter. I held his hand in the hospital wing as he passed.” The Deerhound whined softly and laid down next to Dipper.

“Dipper, I-I...” Wirt didn’t know what to say. He wanted to tell him that he understood, that he was sorry, but no words felt appropriate for the situation. A hoot interrupted his thoughts as Beatrice landed on his head. She pecked him lightly, making him wince. She decided to perch on the rock Wirt was sat next too. He sighed heavily and stroked her feathers.

“When I was younger, I had a friend who I cared a lot about.” Wirt began shakily. “She was the same age as me and we liked to play by this lake in our hometown. She was there for me during my parent's divorce and during the time I hated… everything about myself. She was always there with her sass to knock me out of whatever hole I dug myself into.”

“One day, she forced me to bring Greg along to show him the graveyard we often played in. I didn’t like Greg when he first came into my life. I felt jealous and resentful, and I just didn’t want him around at the time. She loved everything about him.” he shook his head at the thought. “We went out late at night to the graveyard and then to the lake on the other side of the garden wall. We were walking across the train tracks when a train came speeding towards us. I panicked and jumped into the lake at the end of a steep hill. The other two followed me and we landed in the lake.”

“I-I,” His breathing became shallow. Dipper put his hand on his shoulder and rubbed softly. “I managed to get back out and pull Greg out of the water but... Beatrice never came back up… The paramedics pulled her out and I saw her and she was pale and looked like a ghost. I-I... I never knew that she couldn't swim.”

Wirt hiccuped and shook his head, trying not to look like a babbling mess. “It’s hard for me to think about that day. I try to remember the good things about her like her love of bluebirds and foxes. That’s why I named my owl, Beatrice.”

Beatrice hooted and tilted her head at Wirt. Wirt sniffed and pet her one last time then placed his hand on Dipper’s. He thought about how Beatrice would lead him on fox hunts through the graveyard and forest. He smiled and let the memory and warmth of Dipper’s presence fill him.

“Expecto Patronum.” He spoke softly.

A bluish light shone from Wirt’s wand and took the shape of a fox. It hopped around excitedly and laid down between Dipper and Wirt. Dipper shifted his hand and twined his fingers with Wirt’s and smiled. It had been awhile since the two had shared some of their demons. They both had heavier burdens to carry still, but a weight had been lifted.

“Thank you, Dipper. For listening to me, for understanding me, for being my friend.”

“You’re welcome, Wirt. We all have scars to show us how far we’ve come.” He unraveled their hands to lean over and hug him tightly. “Thank you for understanding me and not thinking that I’m a freak.”

“Never.” Wirt gripped his shoulders tightly. “You’re far too special.”

Dipper chuckled and held the poet tighter, if possible. As they embraced, their Patronuses pranced around them, a fox and a hound chasing each other happily.

The following day, Wirt sat in Charms class taking notes during Flitwick’s lecture. Charms was his favorite subject. His mother would always show him little charms when he was a baby. She would conjure birds for him or even make little blue sparks appear out of thin air. He missed her.

Before he was even aware, he was writing her a letter. He blushed at his mentions of Dipper. She would know that he liked him just from the brief words. He made sure to include Mabel and Beatrice as well. A few minutes passed and Wirt felt a poke on his shoulder. What is with these things sneaking up behind me?

He turned around to see a floating paper airplane. It landed on Wirt’s desk and he glanced at Professor Flitwick to make sure he was still lecturing. Once the coast was clear, he unfolded the airplane.

It’s cold in the dungeons and I finished my draught already. I’m stupidly bored. Please entertain me.

~Dipper

A doodle of a sad Dipper next to a bubbling potion was at the bottom of the page. Wirt had to cover his face to muffle the loud giggle and blush. God, he is so cute. Grinning, he ripped out a spare piece of paper and began to write. Once he added the final touches to his own doodle, he folded it into an airplane and sent it back to the other boy.

Dipper was sat in potions class with his head in his arms, trying not to fall asleep. He’d been up late last night thinking about Wirt and the conversation they had last night. He didn’t share things, not ever. He’d rather shoulder his own burdens and not bother others with them. Yet, when he saw Wirt that night, reaching out to pet a Thestral like it was a normal creature, he opened up easily. With Wirt, everything was easy, and Dipper was still baffled by it.

And what did Dipper do when he was baffled by things? He thought about them for hours.

This boy is going to drive me insane. He yawned and adjusted the heating on his potion. The professor wasn’t going to check their potions for at least 20 minutes. He worked fast when he had other things on his mind. So, instead of ignoring him, Dipper sent him a note to see if he would humor him. Sure enough, a paper airplane tapped his ankle. Grinning, he grabbed it and unfolded it, wiggling in his chair.

Sorry to hear your troubles. It’s pretty warm in Charms and definitely not boring. A Gryffindor just whacked a Hufflepuff with a chair he was trying to levitate. I’m trying to lay low in case any come flying my way.

Don’t be too bored, it’s almost time for lunch. Hopefully, there's pudding?

~Wirt

Below Wirt’s note was a drawing of Wirt hiding underneath a desk with a flying chair near him. Dipper snorted and nearly fell off his stool. He eagerly grabbed another piece of paper and began another note. Unfortunately, his little humorous display didn’t go unnoticed.

“Whatcha got there, Dipper?” A nasal voice crooned.

“None of your business Funderberker,” Dipper responded sharply without looking up.

“Oh really?” He snickered “Is it a secret-secret kind of thing?”

“Nope,” Dipper said cooly “Just none of your business.” And with that, he finished folding his airplane and sent it off.

Jason merely chuckled again and returned to his potion. God what an asshole.

Meanwhile, Wirt tried to get a bit of homework done while he waited for a returning note. It didn’t last for long as another airplane tapped his ear this time. Giggling softly at the poke, he unfolded the next letter.

Be a brave soldier, Charms is a dangerous place. Hopefully, the coast will be clear soon so you can come for lunch. Pudding sounds amazing right now.

I wish we were in the same classes :(.

Funderberker is in my class and it's taking all my energy to not drown him in my Draught of Living Death. Now I must be a brave soldier and fight these last few minutes. See you soon?

~Dipper

This doodle showed what appeared to be Wirt and Dipper wearing soldier gear. Wirt nearly fell out of his chair as his giggles consumed him. He tried to stifle them but it was no use, he was just so charmed by Dipper Pines. Good thing you sit in the back corner. Luckily Charms is always a little rowdy. Shaking his head, he closed his books and gave up on studying. Instead, he focused on the minutes that ticked by until he could be reunited with the charming boy slowly making his way into his heart.

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19 pinescone

19: - “I’m scared.” - Pinescone (Wirt and Dipper)

“I’m scared.” Wirt admitted as they walked through the forest. Tall, dark trees loomed over their heads and surrounded them, cutting out most of the sunlight from above. The sunset was casting a strong orange light over the parts of the forest floor it could actually reach, causing the grass to glow. Wirt wasn’t scared of the forest itself, more so the things that lived in the forest.

“Hey, it’s fine. I’ve been into these woods a hundred times and I promise that there’s nothing around that will hurt you.” Dipper assured, squeezing Wirt’s hand tightly. “Even if there was, we’re both really fast runners.”

“I guess…” Wirt murmured, following Dipper through the trees. He did continue to look around uneasily, however, as if expecting something to jump out at them at any moment. As time went on, however, his nerves began to settle.

“See? What did I tell ya?” Dipper grinned. “Nothing to worry about.”

“I suppose you’re right.” Wirt smiled a little as his confidence grew and fear faded. “Where are we going, anyway?”

“You’ll see.” Dipper smirked, keeping a gentle but firm grip on Wirt’s hand as he led him through the forest. “We’re almost there. Trust me, you’re gonna love it.”

Wirt chuckled softly at Dipper’s enthusiasm. “I sure hope so. And how are we gonna get back? It’s going to be dark soon.”

“I asked Grunkle Ford to come pick us up.” said Dipper. “He said he’d pick us up just after the sun sets.”

“Good, because I don’t particularly fancy hiking back through these woods in the dark.”

“You won’t have to, trust me.” Dipper replied. “Grunkle Stan taught Ford how to drive properly again and he dug out Ford’s old driver’s license from way back so Ford doesn’t have to reapply for one.”

“Please tell me that your uncle actually taught his brother how to drive like a normal person, and not as if he was constantly on the run from the police.”

“I … can’t guarantee that.” Dipper admitted with a slightly sheepish grin. “I did see him teaching Ford emergency turns in the parking lot earlier. He was pretty good at them.”

“Great, now both of your great uncles are felons.” Wirt shook his head, chuckling softly.

“No, this is really good! Think about it! Stan can go and do…whatever it is that’ll get him into trouble, and Ford can be the getaway driver!” Dipper exclaimed with a broad grin. “They’ll be the perfect team!”

Wirt laughed. “I doubt Ford could be talked into doing something like that. He doesn’t seem like the ‘felon’ type to me.”

“Apparently he was, back when he was in the Portal.” Dipper said. “He had to do a whole load of stuff in order to just survive.”

“I guess the apple doesn’t fall too far from the tree, then.” Wirt chuckled. “Or that your uncles aren’t that different after all.”

Dipper laughed. “I guess not.”

The pair kept walking for a little while longer, enjoying the peace and quiet around them, along with each other’s company. Before long, the ground started to incline rather steeply as they reached the base of a hill. While both boys were relatively fit and healthy, they did start to get a little out of breath as they climbed.

“So how close are we to this place now?” Wirt asked, his feet beginning to ache a little.

“It’s just up ahead.” Dipper let go of Wirt’s hand and climbed up the hill to the peak. The trees had thinned out as Dipper reached the crest of the hill. The boy turned and gestured for Wirt to join him. “Come on! We’re here!”

Wirt couldn’t help but feel excited as he climbed up the hill, soon reaching the top and standing beside Dipper as he caught his breath. His eyes went wide in awe as he took in the landscape in front of him.

The sun was setting off to the west of the town, the orange glow flooding the whole area. The two crescent-shaped floating cliffs either side of the town were lit up in such a way that they appeared to be on fire. The waterfall sparkled in the light from the setting sun. The tops of the surrounding trees glowed warmly in the light. It was as if the entire valley was ablaze with a torrent of fire. It was stunning, breathtaking.

“Whoa…” Wirt murmured, his eyes wide and his lips parted slightly.

“Yeah, it’s pretty cool.” Dipper grinned, leading him towards the tip of the cliff. The two boys sat down in the grass near the edge of the cliff, admiring the view. Dipper ended up sitting beside Wirt, leaning against the older boy’s taller frame with a small smile. Wirt in return had one arm around Dipper’s shoulders.

“Thanks for showing me this place…” Wirt murmured after quite a while spent staring out at the scenery. “It’s beautiful.”

“It sure is…” Dipper murmured. “We’ve got to come here more often.”

“I don’t think my legs can manage to make that walk every day.” Wirt chuckled. “Maybe once a week?”

“Sure, why not?” Dipper smiled, watching as the sun began to set. He nudged Wirt lightly, and the older boy soon turned to look as well. The sun sank slowly below the horizon, the light it created turning to a deeper shade of orange before turning red. Before long, the sun sank completely below the horizon and the valley was plunged into darkness, lights flickering on in the windows of houses down below.

Wirt smiled softly as the area around them went truly dark, before the moon and stars above began to glow just enough to cast the area in a silvery light sufficient for them to be able to see. Wirt turned to face Dipper, still smiling. “That was the best sunset I’ve ever seen.” He murmured. “It was amazing.”

Dipper grinned. “I thought you might like it.”

Wirt smiled. He found himself leaning towards Dipper just a little bit, his lips parted ever so slightly. Dipper seemed to do the same, his head tilting to the side just a little. Wirt leaned in closer, softly pressing his mouth against Dipper’s. Dipper was a little hesitant to return the gesture, but before long one of his hands was cupping Wirt’s face gently as he returned the kiss softly.

The two boys were startled as they were suddenly engulfed in the beams from a pair of headlights, a horn honking at them. They pulled away quickly and turned to face the vehicle. Ford sat behind the wheel of the Stanleymobile, grinning at the pair. He leaned out the window. “Come on, boys, it’s dark!”

Dipper chuckled sheepishly, wiping his lip a bit before getting up and offering Wirt a hand. The taller boy blushed a little as Dipper pulled him to his feet. The pair made their way over to the car, climbing into the two rear passenger seats. Ford grinned in the rearview mirror at them. “Did you have a nice trip?”

“Y-yeah.” Wirt stammered, blushing furiously. He wanted to just curl up and disappear, horribly embarrassed at having been caught kissing Dipper by Dipper’s own uncle. “The sunset w-was really pretty.”

“It is a lovely view from up here, isn’t it?” Ford agreed as he turned the car around and started heading back down the dirt track towards the town.

Dipper smiled, glancing at Wirt. “It sure is.”

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Me: more spishis but bug as robot now? Or flowers because code sametime be code same persen. . . Aha . . . Cofuze

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