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planetatlas · 2 years

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~ Cast Away ~ bill cipher.

Summary: After a party gone wrong, you end up casted out of Gravity Falls. Bill appears to put you back on your feet and claims what is his.

Content: Kidnapping, framed drugging, mob chase.

Everything was going great. The party at the Mystery Shack was in full swing, everyone was dancing the night away. Even Grunkle Stan was able to let loose for once, dancing with Lazy Susan on the dance floor. You watched from the balcony peacefully, sipping on punch from your red solo cup. That is, until everything started to get slightly blurry, you started feeling sick, and ran to the bathroom.

You emptied your stomach for a while, coming out of the bathroom feeling much less woozy ten minutes later. Going back out on the balcony, you saw everyone going crazy. People were throwing up, passing out, and getting uncharacteristically violent. You’ve lived in Gravity Falls since you were ten, moving into the Mystery Shack when you were twenty and working for Stan since. In that time, you’ve never known any of these people to be violent, save for Dan who wasn’t so much violent as clumsily destructive. But here you stood, watching everyone who hadn’t passed out or gone home from being sick fighting like it was a fight to the death.

Terrified, you ran to your room down the hall from the twins’ room and hid until you passed out from crying. The next morning, you awoke to Stan screaming at everyone to get downstairs.

Blubbs and Deputy Durland standing next to the almost empty punch bowl, looking disappointed and angry. You stood in a line with the twins, who looked as if they’d been awoken the same way, Wendy, and Soos. Blubbs began speaking, So we investigated the party this morning after everyone went crazy last night. We found the punch had been spiked, which is what caused everyone to go nuts.” “What was in the punch?” asked Mabel, terrified and clutching onto Dipper’s arm for support. “We found traces of ecstasy and shrooms, and everyone had consumed too much of the spiked punch which made everyone either get severely sick or go into violent rages,” Blubbs explained while Durland cheered, “The punch was spiked with mushrooms!”, earning him a soft par on the back from Blubbs.

“What I want to know is who spiked the punch, and we’re starting with you guys since you set up the party. We’ll be checking everyone’s rooms, then when everyone here has been cleared we’ll expand to the other citizens of town,” Stan elaborated with a deep sigh of concern.

“That’s crazy, none of us would have done it! We would’ve noticed, and it didn’t kick in until the party was well under way!” Dipper cried with indignation. Blubbs looked to Dipper with pity, “Sorry kids, that’s how official police investigations proceed.”

With that, Stan, Blubbs, and Durland proceeded to the attic, going into the twins’ room with the rest of you following. You had stayed silent in shock and concern, until Wendy patted you on the back, “It’ll be okay dude, don’t worry. They’ll find who did this,” You nodded at her, feeling a little more comforted. The officers spent twenty minutes searching the twins’s large attic room, finding nothing which caused the twins to breathe sighs of relief. Everyone then moved onto your room, and you thought to yourself on how pointless this was. You definitely didn’t do it, and the twins obviously didn’t do it either. It was clear Stan didn’t do it, as he drank a considerable amount of punch himself. If any of you had truly done it, the perpetrator wouldn’t have drank any of it.

Blubbs and Durland began searching through your room. There was nothing out of the ordinary, and they were about to give a clear to move onto Wendy’s house, when Blubbs suddenly turned towards the closet. He moved to reach for the top shelf, which Stan aided him because of his height.

You were confused, you didn’t hold anything on the top shelf of your closet, you couldn’t even reach up there yourself. After a minute of grabbing around, Stan yanked down a bag. A bag full of shrooms and another of ecstasy. “(Y/N), what the hell is this?” He turned to you angrily, holding the bags up while everyone turned to you in shock and accusation. You were shell-shocked, how on Earth did that get up there?

You had never done drugs in your life, you didn’t even know where to get them! You stared in surprise and confusion until Blubbs cleared his throat, “This breaks my heart to say, as you’re such a wonderful young woman, but (Y/N), it seems that you were the one who spiked the punch and caused everyone to consume dangerous levels of illegal drugs. I’m going to have to bring you to the station for questioning.”

With that, you were out in handcuffs and taken out to the police car. You were so stunned that you didn’t react to anything until you were placed in the car. You looked out the window as the officers climbed in the front seats, and stared into the disappointed, shocked, angry faces of the people you had grown to see as family. You simply placed your hand on the glass and stared after them as you were driven off to the police station.

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You’d been sitting in a holding cell for around twenty minutes when you heard a guard approach with keys and handcuffs. You look up and meet eyes with the kid you used to babysit, Thompson. “Thompson! Please, you have to understand, I didn’t do anything, I-“ “Sorry (Y/N), there’s nothing I can do about this. But, for what it’s worth, I believe you.” You gave him a sad smile, at least someone believed you were innocent despite the solid evidence.

You were brought to an interrogation room and sat in front of Sheriff Blubbs. You’re handcuffed to the table as he clicks the record button on a recording machine, and clears his throat. “(Y/N), I’ve known you since you were a child, and it’s painfully hard for me to believe this. However, you have overwhelming evidence against you. I’m going to ask a few questions regarding the situation. Do you agree to tell the truth and nothing but the truth?” “Yes sir,” you said in compliance. If I’m cooperative and go along with it, maybe my good behavior will help me convince them, or at least lessen the punishment, you thought to yourself as you tried to think of a way out.

“Okay, my first question is what were you doing when setting up for the party?” “I put up the decorations with Soos.” “Who made the punch?” “Dipper and Mabel, sir.” “Alright, where did you get the drugs?” You blinked in slight surprise before answering, “I didn’t get the drugs sir. I don’t know where they came from, I’ve never done or bought drugs before.” “Then how did they get to the top of your closet?” “I don’t know sir, I can’t reach the top of my closet.” He sighed in disappointment before continuing, “(Y/N), we found a step ladder in the bottom of your closet as well.”

At that you were confused. You had never used a step ladder before, Soos put up all of the high up decorations while you set up the tables and dj booth. You stared at the table, wondering just how exactly these items came to appear in your closet, and could not come to a conclusion. No one had been in your room that night besides you, as far as you knew, and you didn’t think to check the top shelf of the closet because you couldn’t reach up there anyway, so why would you check? Blubbs sighed, before coming up with a less painful solution that he knew you’d be able to fulfill. However, he also feared the public backlash you may receive upon news that you were the one being charged with drugging everyone in town.

He cleared his throat before speaking, “Okay kid, I may be able to just have your sentence reduced to community service, so you won’t have to go to prison, because it’s clear as day that even though those items were in your closet, you have no idea what’s going on. I can’t say I can keep the citizens at bay, however,” he finished while giving you a pitying and concerned look.

You breathed out in relief, you could handle community service surely? At least you weren’t going to prison for something you were being framed for. You paused at that thought, wait a minute you were being framed! It shook you to your core that someone would frame you for such a disaster, however you couldn’t do anything except take the punishment. You smiled weakly at him before nodding in agreement, and you were taken back to your holding cell.

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You awoke the next Monday, slightly anxious but ready to get your sentence over with. It would last around two months, which wasn’t nearly what you were expecting so you thanked Sheriff Blubbs in your head repeatedly.

You ventured out to the park, where Blubbs and Durland were waiting with a shovel, surrounded by 15 young trees. “For your first act of service, you’ll be planting these trees around the park. We’ve already marked the locations with an X, but since this is a legal sentencing and is supposed to act as punishment, you’ll be doing it by yourself. The shoveling, the lifting, the planting, everything. Good luck kid, and whenever you finish whether that be today or Friday, just come to the station and we’ll assign you your next job.” They nodded at you then left after handing off the shovel.

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You’d been working hours, digging, lifting the trees, planting them in the ground, watering them, the whole nine yards. It was approaching 6 PM, and you had only gotten through three trees. Well, at least I managed to get through more than one, you thought to yourself in pride at your work.

Around the time you finished the third tree, however, you noticed a large crowd of the town citizens gathered across the street from the park you were working in. You noticed them trickling in and slowly forming a crowd throughout the day, but you didn’t pay much mind to it, until now. You noticed they were all staring at you. Your eyes wandered over the crowd, finally taking notice of the various mob weapons they held in their hands.

As the puzzle pieces clicked together in your head, you slowly started backing away towards the forest, and the crowd began following after you. You turned and sprinted into the treeline, the mob following. You managed to lose them after a while of running, ducking, dodging, and hiding. You slowed to a stop in the middle of a clearing. You crumpled to your knees in despair and utter defeat, devastated that the town you grew up in would outcast you and chase you away like that.

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Hours passed with you in a pile of tears on the forest floor, not knowing what to do with yourself. You knew you couldn’t go back to Gravity Falls, you would get chased out again. You had become a social pariah at this point.

In the midst of another bout of tears and frantic whispers, you heard a soothing voice calling out to you. Looking up from your hands, you were met with the triangle of chaos himself, Bill Cipher. You froze, confused as to why he had chosen to appear to you of all people, and why he seemed so…sincere? He looked at you, concern and pity in his glowing eye. This was extremely out of character for him, and you were worried that it was a show so he could take advantage of your broken state.

“That’s a little rude coming from someone who was just run out of their hometown,” he exclaimed, sass and mock hurt shining through his words. “I’m sorry, it’s just that you’re evil and you usually take advantage of people like me for your own gain and usually don’t show concern for anyone except yourself,” you deadpanned while staring at him as if he had said the dumbest thing on Earth.

“Okay, okay, I get it, I usually don’t play the nice guy, but I’ve taken a liking to you, you aren’t as dislikable as the twins but also not as manipulable as them either.” You stared at him blankly, wondering whether or not to take it as a compliment. “It is a compliment so take it.” he said, a little forcefully before catching himself and settling back into his concerned look.

The slip-up only made you grow more apprehensive, before exhaustion and desperation caused you to give in, slumping into him and finding him to be sturdier than originally thought. For a 2-D floating demonic triangle who didn’t have a physical form, he was surprisingly solid and didn’t even tip back when you laid against his form. He comforted you until your fatigue caught up to you, falling asleep in minutes. He sat there with you against him while smoothing your hair back, content with you finally falling asleep.

Content with finally having you in his grasp, he didn't plan on letting you go as everything had gone according to plan. He picked you up and faded from reality into the astral dimension, taking you to the godforsaken pyramid he would soon terrorize Gravity Falls with.

The shift had disturbed you, and when you awoke you were scared and confused as to what was happening until you realized you were with Cipher. You apologized if you had been any trouble, your good hearted nature taking over you and making you feel like a burden even to a dream demon, however he reassured you and promised you weren’t. “I will make sure Gravity Falls doesn’t mess with you again. You’ll be able to return home soon, don’t worry.”

Little did you know that Bill was actually the one who drugged everyone and caused the town to outcast you so he could safely get to you, and you’d be returning to Gravity Falls as his Queen of Chaos whether you liked it or not. But you didn’t need to know that last small detail.

A/N: Second fic!! Let me know what you think, and let me know if there’s a character I should do next.

#bill cipher #bill cipher x reader #gravity falls #dipper pines #mabel pines #wendy courderoy #soos ramirez #yandere #yandere bill cipher

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tswwwit · 2 years

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the idea of dipper and bill having to act as a "normal" white fence suburdan home married couple bc of "blending in with community" to investigate some particular magical phenamone or a cult or a monster or whatever and dipper is suffering, and bill is suffering too but he's also having sick fun with horrid fascination as an insane demon does, and they ask mabel for ideas, they have a barbeque housewarming party-

-wont leave my mind, its been *days*

dipper: this sucks, people live like this???

bill: I KNOW! THIS SUCKS! *fascinated like a watching a trainwreck or natural disaster* AMAZING

Pine Tree shuts the door behind him very quietly. A gentle 'click' as the latch sets in place.

Bill looks up from where he was flipping through the newspaper. He puffs on his pipe - unlit, but hey! It's for the look of things! - and smiles.

"Hello honey!" Bill takes the pipe out of his mouth, bouncing a slipper on his foot. "How was the homeowner's association meeting?"

Pine Tree stares forward. A muscle in his jaw twitches.

Bill hums to himself, and smiles.

Domesticity! Such as it is. That wonderful white-picket fence, no magic, no monsters, and no chaos-

The paper under his hands tears slightly. Bill clears his throat, shuffling the pages. He gives up on the ruse of news-reading - whether or not those nosy assholes across the street are watching - and flips, nonchalant, right to the comics section. He already solved the crossword in his head ten minutes ago.

Easy. He's got this. It's only been, like a couple days. There are way longer cons he's played, and this one isn't the worst!

Besides.

He'll be damned if he breaks before his mortal does.

"I talked to Linda." Pine Tree's voice is flat. He slowly strides over to the window, and draws the curtains shut.

"And?" Bill prompts, sitting up a little more. Man, sapling's got a full thousand yard-gaze going! He watches with fascination.

"She's so glad to see that the," Pine Tree lifts his hands, making finger quotes. "'Non-traditional' couple is so," He swallows, holding down some simmering fury. "'Decent'" Bill's throat jumps, but. Nope, not perfect. The gagging noise still came through. But he nods, very seriously.

Acting.

"And," Pine Tree says, very slowly. Turning towards Bill, equally slow, and deliberate. "Even though she said I could water the lawn, since it's dying, now I can't water the lawn, because it violates some…" His hand clenches to a fist by his side. "Like, contractor agreement thing?"

"Oh, don't worry about that, honey!" Bill exclaims, with a perfect nineteen fifties voice - he's got that in the bag. "I'm sure it'll all work ou-"

"Except," Pine Tree strides in, planting hands on Bill's armchair, and staring him right in the face. "We're also getting fined for every day that the lawn is dead."

Bill can't help it. He snorts, face scrunching up. A full catch-22! Linda's got another thing coming, eventually. Once they track down this monster.

But hey! Bill can understand sadism, and contractual bullshit! If only Pine Tree wasn't around, he'd have made the trap appropriately lethal.

"Aw, rough day, huh?" Bill sets his pipe down, patting his husband on the shoulder. "Don't worry, honey, we'll-"

And Pine Tree yanks him forward. Gripping Bill's smoking jacket so tight that he hauls him nearly out of his chair. Bill blinks.

"If you call me 'honey' again," He mutters. "I'm going to murder you."

Bill can't stop his laugh this time, and as his cute little mortal rattles him back and forth -

Oh thank chaos, Pine Tree's the one broke first.

"Bill? This sucks." Pine Tree insists, teeth gritted. Shaking Bill harder now. He searches for words, he splutters - one hand waves at the air. "How does anyone live like this?"

Ha! Maybe now he gets how great he has it. No bureaucracy ! No trying to hide what you are from jerks who think magic is 'wrong'! No suburban life, no lawncare, and no rules!

Bill's mortal has too many hangups. You can explode any problem if you want to!

Pity he's not willing to do it with Linda.

"Hell if I know!" Bill exclaims, and surges up. He heaves out a breath, scratching at his neck. "Bullshit magical prejudice. Don't worry, kid!" He pats his husband on the back. "We'll get out of here in no time."

The monster that's preying on these mortals can't hide much longer. Once that's solved, Bill's contingency will kick in. And then -

"No, I found the vampire," Pine Tree says, half distracted. Bill does a double-take. What, he didn't mention that first? "I just, uh."

Bill wags a hand. Prompting.

And Pine Tree shrugs. Offering up an awkward smile. He rubs the back of his neck. "I…. kinda rigged her septic tank to blow once we got out of here."

Bill tugs him closer, beaming now. "Now that's a nice move!" He tucks his hands under Pine Tree's arms, but the human squirms away before he can pick him up. "It's what, a vicinity based setup?" A quick nod, and he grins wider. "Clever trick, kid." "I'd... ask if that's too much, but knowing you, it's not." Bill's cute little mortal punches him, adorably, in the stomach.

"Pfft, nah, that's nothing," Bill nudges him, and grins. Pine Tree's not the only guy who's heard some comments. "You should see what I set up for her house."

#Written in about fifteen minutes so sorry for any really dumb shit or typos #Queuing this for later #I'm going to sleep for five years now #Okay it was more like twentyfive if you count some edits #This is only one example but you KNOW they both hated that shit #SO boring #Dipper probably enjoyed the domesticity for like #Eight hours #Until it started weirding him out #And Bill just got FULL into his role #But if Dipper didn't break he was like within six hours of doing so #Less than half a day for full-on stir-crazy demon NEEDING some chaos #Good thing you solved it first Dipper or there wouldn't have been much of a neighborhood after #Arguably a good thing depending on who lived there #Nah they probably had some really nice neighbors nearby who brought them like #A pineapple upsidedown cake and welcomed them warmly #Bill would have spared them/their house because he has a special like for upside down desserts #Also because Dipper would have been mad at him if he hadn't #Neither of these two do well in perfectly suburban environments #Getting bored out of their skulls without some mystery or monsters or drama #The only result would be that one of them would create it #answers #Sorry for the dumb bullshit

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keithbutgay · 18 days

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aaa i feel bad cuz i cant think of anymore animal facts :<

theres the thing about fish changing sexes but i probably told ya that multiple times already...

who are your favorite bad end friends?

screaming screaming SCREAMING /pos

okay so i know i already told you this but um i really really want to tell you again so i apologise in advance

so first of all my three favorites by far are beast wirt, bipper, and birthday mabel. i love beast wirt and birthday mabel the most but bipper is pretty cool too!!!

you already know i'm obsessed with beast wirt but um i love him so much. one of my favorite things about him is that his ending really was plausible. it had an actual source and place where it branched off which i think is so epic and is different from bipper in this sense, where canonically if bill had not left dipper's body he would have essentially killed dipper's body and he like. did say that. um. but regardless i really really love his design and his song and like the story in general. i also love him cause he's one of the originals which i think is really interesting because while the three source materials for the originals really are pretty intertwined fandom and also kind of style-wise they aren't very connected necessary

okay moving on

bipper is really really interesting to me. i am absolutely obsessed with his design which is funny cause it literally doesn't change from his design in the show except for like sticking forks in him. but that's not the issue here--- anyway the one thing i don't like about bipper (and the reason i'm not a huge fan of a lot of the newer additions to the list) is because there is no way his story would have happened canonically? and while it's still really really cool i have a hard time appreciating him fully because there's not much of an explanation for him. he also happened canonically, which kinda lessens my appreciation for him which sucks cause he's really cool and interesting and i want to study him under a microscope (also his theme is wolf in sheep's clothing which is like the coolest ever)

okay. birthday mabel. i love her so so so much

the first thing that i need to explain about her is that her existence is only possible if bipper has already occurred, or if the canon end to bipper occurred--- aka dipper dying. i feel so bad for continuously referencing the canon for a literal set of aus but in canon gravity falls there was a note left for mabel by bipper that basically said "yeah imma jump off the water tower in your brother's body. care to join him shooting star?" which is really interesting to me but that's like not important. anyway um her story is that she felt really really guilty about not saving dipper. this is in reference to bipper's story, because in bipper's actual au bill basically just like manipulated everyone and beat everyone and just never left dipper's body. anyway eventually she threw her 13th birthday party without dipper but no one came to the party, so she kinda. snapped. and started throwing "pity parties" (hence her theme song, her entire design is actually probably based on the song which i think is really cool) and eventually she like. meets bipper and kinda just thinks he's dipper because she's not doing well. actually a really interesting fact about bipper is that it's implied dipper's like soul is still haunting bipper, implying that he's kinda just like still watching his body do all of these things without being able to do anything about it

anyway sorry i will like stop talking about them cause this is not even close to what you actually asked me about but there you go i guess :)

#also sorry i was adding to your playlist earlier and it's almost at 5 hours now---#i will like. stop. probably #let me know if you want me to stop--- /gen #also sorry for like going on such a long tangent---

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mysti309 · 5 years

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2018 vs 2019

No publico nada hace una eternidad jaja

Ambos son con el mismo programa xd

I really love how it turned out! Hope u like it too!

Oh no, se supone que era estilo "anime"... Bueno ya que

#gravity falls #mabel pines #mabel pity party #bad end friends #it is still relevant?#mysti art

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betweenparallels · 4 years

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Mabel has some URI symptoms going on, but they’re pretty mild/will hopefully remain so and her new patient appointment with our vet is in a few days so I’m not particularly worried about it. I’m going to work with her a little lighter until she shows signs of feeling a bit better, just sort of proofing things rather than putting something new on our agenda. It’s no biggie, and she has a clean bill otherwise from the vet at the humane society so I’m not very concerned.

Fun fact puppies have tantrums over being sick just the same as human children do, and she was full-on talking back to me last night and giving me lip because I gave the cue it was time to start calming down from play time and start getting ready for bed. All my dogs waited until they were more mature for their first run-ins with rhinitis so it’s been amusing. I have a hard time staying neutral and not laughing or cooing at her ‘awww, i know!!! i know!!! you have a little cold awww :(’ which would.. really only rile her up more lmao

I’m also having a bad mental health day so I’m grateful I don’t need to keep up a lot of energy for her and that our sessions will be shorter/give me less of a chance to show frustration if her attention is lacking from being stuffy. But it kind of sucks that she’s my only company during the day right now so the creeping ‘I’m the only person on this schedule in my friend group/household’ loneliness is more noticeable than it has been recently.

#i want ppl to do their own things #and sleep when they can #this isn't meant to guilt anyone #i'm just having a pity party #mabel is having a pity parade #morning mabel report

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greyfacered · 5 years

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Completely hypothetical encounter on the train

#MyArt #GreyfaceArt #Bad End Friends #BEF #Gravity Falls #Infinity Train #Mabel Pines #Tulip Olsen #Coraline #Birthday!Mabel #Conductor!Tulip #fake screenshot #Mother Widow #Let's ramble in the tags!#I have a completely different interpretation of Birthday Mabel #In all honesty she was completely happy in the bubble Bill trapped her in #So there was really no reason for her to go insane and burn the place to the ground #Though I understand the aesthetic of following the lyrics of Pity Party so I'm pretty cool with the usual version of Birthday!Mabel #She's a bit more downtrodden in this version because her brother's gone and Gravity Falls is in shambles #And that she has to spend her birthday in a place that's already in ruin #Oh yeah this takes place after Weirdmaggeddon where certain complications led to Bipper happening and Mabel somehow living #Mabel doesn't exactly go insane #But she sure as heck is depressed to oblivion #Probably enough for the Train to show up #And also grab the attention of a certain spider monster at an earlier time #But just as reminder that this is all completely hypothetical so there's going to be things off a bit here and there

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jamillas-blog · 5 years

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i think this is a gift for inksterjack

mewberty star and pity praty mabel

#mewbertystar #svfoe fanart #bad end friends fan art #bad end friends #pity party mabel #gravity falls

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heartofhubris · 2 years

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Gravity Falls Masterpost! (Updated 4/4/2022)

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Someone Else's Dream G, 656, Ford & Stan & Reader Indulging in artistic endevors rarely occurred in your life. So when you'd managed to paint the Pines, all together on a lovely canvas, you'd been nervous to show the eldest twins the dedication you'd offered in the simple gift.

Magnet Head G, 1.6K Ford & Reader, Stan & Reader, Mabel & Reader (Prompts, Pt 14) We are ignoring the laws of metal in this, and the fact Ford wouldn't get a plate that was magnetic.

You'll never get a second chance Plan all your moves in advance G, 1.3K, Ford & Stan, Stan & Dipper, Stan & Mabel, whump He’d made sure that the kids were alright, settled back into their room with no current complaints. He knew what they’d gone through, his brother and he had done the same thing when they were around the kid’s age. It hadn’t ended with anything other than Staley sleeping on the sofa for about twenty minutes until He’d gotten back into their bunk bed, Stanford wishing him a good night.

Ford Pines

Achilles Come Down E, 5.6K, Ford/Reader, Vampire AU (His Assistant Pt 3) Ford had asked you to leave when he was going to give his brother the third Journal. You were going to settle down with the love of your life, and dismantle the portal so Bill could never come to our reality. But After Stanley and Stanford fought, you lost your love until he made a fatal mistake.

Can You Taste my Lust? Can you feel my Sin? E, 3.3K, Ford/Reader, Priest AU But, the issue had arisen during your nights when he filtered into your dreams. Nights of imagining him taking you in the pews, laying you out on the dark wood to strip you bare to his whims. When you focused back into the Father, you felt your blush travel up to your ears. The thoughts would only offer more confessions, and you didn’t want to add in more sins you had to confess. “We are all sinners,” Father Ford said. Enjoy the sacrilege, you damn heathen Priest Ford AU where he's aware of what he can do and he does it.

Dance While the Sky Crashes Down E, 2.3K, Ford/Reader (His Assistant, Pt 4) I enjoy filling prompts. So one of my good friends asked for this, and of course. Breeding kink, some dark stuff.

Hunger of the pines E, 9.7K, Ford/Reader, Assistant (His Assistant pt 1) You'd managed to bring yourself from the depths of pity to working on your doctorate with an infamous, weird scientist. It wasn't your fault you fell so quickly for the attractive, intelligent man.

Just the Two Of Us G, 1k, Ford/Reader, Movie night in (His Assistant Pt 2) Stanford sometimes needed to be reminded to take things slow. You were more than happy to follow through on that.

Mr Fear M, 2.4K, Ford/Reader, PTSD (His Assistant Pt 5) Your history had only been yours. Up until tonight, when the panic had taken hold, your history had been yours alone. Unfortunately, your history was packaged tightly with your panic attacks, and when you realized you'd walked into Gravity Falls at two in the morning, the fact you bought a container of alcohol was the least of your concerns. You just wanted to stop hearing the blood pound in your heart.

Puppy love (Abandoned) E, 1K, Demon!Ford/reader Based on Puppy Love by Paul Anka. Demon Ford AU, placed around him being 25ish y/o

Stan Pines

A place to Grab a Bite M, 2.1K, Stan/reader, Vampire Stan (Prompts Pt 15) Prompt: reader is passing through gf and they come across the shack and maybe stan is doing like a dance party thing or what have you, and like reader tries to sneak around idk why but reader catches stan "eating". In Stanley fashion dumb vampire pickup lines and the reader is all for that.

Cherry Pie E, 2.4k, Stan/reader, Horror movies Prompt: “Like these spooooky moooovies. Movies are great! You watch the movie, you scare the girl, the girl snuggles up next to you, next thing you know you gotta raise a kid. Your life falls apart. Forget that last part.” stanley, Little Gift Shop of Horrors Stan really enjoys using pet names, doesn’t he? And thighs. You know he’s into thighs.

Guys My Age T, 1.2K, Stan/OFC, flirting with Sparing Quick little snip of my OFC Fianna and Stanley fighting with their different styles, since I used her name for the dating sim. Loosely set around the crime spree.

Pumpkin, are you okay? M, 931, Stan/Reader, comfort You'd really, really wanted to experience this with Stanley. But you couldn't help what your triggers were. Reader X Stanley, gender unspecified. Reader gets triggered due to an old memory

#my writing #gravity falls #gravity falls fanfiction #ford pines fanfiction #ford pines #stanley pines #fanfiction #stanley pines fanfiction #reader insert #no y/n #masterpost #writing

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crazy-tomato · 10 months

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Ayo so... its been a while huh?

Concepts i had for a bad end friends comic series, not really working on it for now cause, i wanted to keep it as a personal project of me and only me in charge. And im kinda busy rn with other projects like trying to learn how to do music and such, and i also have to work on school.

But for now i can give you the basic idea i had: this mfs live in a house in the middle of nowhere all together. It was gonna be more a comedy than rather a, really serious thing you know? Like silly comics-shorts of them trying to get along, cause i though like the part i mostly like of BEF is the idea of this characters interacting with eachother in the context they are, of being all failed heroes. It might change and i may add more BEFs to the project like TKO, The red leader, Pink steven, etc. But for now this is the main cast.

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theweirdodrawshere · 7 years

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Pity Party Mabel Speedpaint: https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=ZUuaAlRYlQQ

#Bad End Friends #Pity Party Mabel

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writingsofhubris · 2 years

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Gravity Falls Masterpost! (Updated 4/28/2022)

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Magnet Head G, 1.6K Ford & Reader, Stan & Reader, Mabel & Reader (Prompts, Pt 14) We are ignoring the laws of metal in this, and the fact Ford wouldn't get a plate that was magnetic.

Ford Pines

Dance While the Sky Crashes Down E, 2.3K, Ford/Reader (His Assistant, Pt 4) I enjoy filling prompts. So one of my good friends asked for this, and of course. Breeding kink, some dark stuff.

Just the Two Of Us G, 1k, Ford/Reader, Movie night in (His Assistant Pt 2) Stanford sometimes needed to be reminded to take things slow. You were more than happy to follow through on that.

Puppy love (Abandoned) E, 1K, Demon!Ford/reader Based on Puppy Love by Paul Anka. Demon Ford AU, placed around him being 25ish y/o

Stan Pines

#repost #.W #masterlist #gravity falls #Stanley Pines #ford pines #fanfiction #reader insert #no y/n #gravity falls fanfiction

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wxnnii-blog · 7 years

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"It's my party and I'll cry if I want to."

#bad end friends #pity party #bad end friends mabel #mabel pines #mabel #gravity falls #birthday girl mabel #sad birthday girl mabel #my art

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haberdashing · 3 years

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Agnes’ Twin

A crossover between The Magnus Archives and Mabel in which Agnes Montague has a familiar twin.

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When Eileen Montague died in fiery childbirth, her last wish being for her newborn daughter to be named Agnes, she had yet to discover that within her was not one baby ready to be birthed, but two.

The first to emerge from the pyre, bloody and wailing, was named Agnes according to her mother’s dying wish. The second, gurgling discontentedly with tiny hands curled into impotent fists, was named Mabel. The name had no special meaning, no significance to any of the parties involved, chosen merely on a whim out of a sudden necessity.

Agnes was the golden child from the start. She was stubborn and temperamental, true, but none of that was entirely unexpected. She was a child, true, but she was clearly a child of the Lightless Flame, a child whose entire being was devoted to destruction. And she was older than the other, a leader from the moment of her flame-touched birth, and as she grew her hair mellowed from brown to a bright auburn, reminiscent of the flames that fueled her very being.

Mabel’s hair never mellowed in the same way, if anything darkening over time into a deep brown. Mouse-brown. She was the spare twin, the extra, and as members of the cult argued over how to raise Agnes so as to best prepare her for her destiny, Mabel was more or less ignored. They kept her alive, true, even when that life required some of the same arcane tools that fueled Agnes, but they left her alone, in every sense of the word.

Mabel did not pity the boys at the halfway house which eventually became the home base for herself and her twice-beloved twin, did not deign to save any of them with tokens of her favor. It was as good of an end as any of them were likely to get, she figured, if somewhat hastened. At least they were giving back to someone, even if that someone was a scheming spider of a man. At least they weren’t draining resources and living in stasis, being kept for an eventuality that would likely never come to pass, acting as nothing but a burden and a thorn in their creators’ side.

Agnes, precious pure sweet Agnes, went on to have her little romance with that coffee shop boy, and once again Mabel was left behind. (Not that she wanted a romance with any coffee shop boy in the first place. Boys never interested her. But it would be nice to be included in something just the same.) The plot thickened, Agnes got tied up in other stories, with other people, and Mabel was left to her own devices, to find her own story, her own purpose in a world that had forgotten her.

Perhaps the cultists regretted overlooking Agnes’ twin so much when all those threads that were strung around Agnes gathered around her neck and left her hanging, cold and dead.

The Cult of the Lightless Flame began to fracture, and one of the topics that split them apart was what to do about Mabel. Some thought they should seek her out, try to mold her into the perfect messiah Agnes would not be for them; others wanted to destroy her before she could taint their organization further; still others cared nothing for her, were glad to stay rid of her and let her fade into oblivion.

As it turned out, the point was moot. Once some of the cult’s members finally decided to seek out Mabel Montague, the forgotten sister, she was nowhere to be found.

Not in person, anyway, but she left behind messages for the cult that had birthed her just the same, messages left in the language she knew best, messages that came through loud and clear. Sticks and stones and matches and lighters could not hurt them, perhaps, but tripwires and gunshots and homemade bombs, on the other hand...

The mouse had escaped, was gnawing at the hand that had fed it for so long, and it--and she had no intention of putting her tail between her legs and slinking back into place, just because it was convenient for them.

Mabel changed her name along the way--not her first name, which had never had any meaning besides what she gave to it, but her surname. She had no interest in keeping the name of the mother she had never met, the woman who had consigned her to this life. She settled on the name of Martin--a wild bird like herself, not meant for life in a cage, no matter how pretty. Besides, Mabel Martin had a nice ring to it.

Eventually, the cultists gave up their search. Perhaps they decided it wasn’t worth the cost. Perhaps nobody who wanted to carry it out remained intact enough to continue on.

Mabel didn’t care about the details. All she cared about was that she was free, she had escaped her cage, and she was going to make that the rest of the world’s problem.

#personal #tma #tma fic #mabel #mabel fic #mabel podcast #mabelpod #mabel martin #the magnus archives #tma fanfic #the magnus archives au #tma au #my writing

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