#Daisy McGucket

[thelastspeecher]

Here's an idea! It's one of the hottest summer days in Gravity Falls and Danny and Daisy leave to do some business at the golf course, taking a wagon full of supplies. Stan and Angie just assume they're off to collect golf balls. But when they go to bring them home for lunch, they find their daughters conning rich people out of their money selling expensive "homemade lemonade and cookies" to customers. Hiding the store packaging in a bag. Stan looks on with pride, while Angie is flabbergasted!

Sorry it took me a hot minute, but here it is! Hope it's to your specifications! And I'm now officially done with the prompts in my inbox!

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              The bell over the Gift Shop door jingled.  Without looking up from the money he was counting at the register, Stan spoke.

              “Gift Shop’s closed fer lunch.”

              “It ain’t closed fer yer wife now, is it?”  Stan looked up.  Angie stood in the doorway.  “If it is, we might have to have a chat or two ‘bout shared property.”

              “The Gift Shop’s never closed fer you,” Stan confirmed.  Angie stepped inside and let the door close behind her.

              “Good.”

              “I mean, you’ve got a key.”

              “Stan.”

              “Of course, if ya let me teach you how to pick a lock, ya wouldn’t need one.”

              “Stan.”  Angie rolled her eyes.  “Enough with the lock pickin’.  And don’t think I ain’t aware that you’ve already taught not just the girls, but the boys, too, how to do it.”

              “Who snitched?” Stan asked.  Angie crossed her arms.

              “No one.  I caught Emmett tryin’ to get into the gun safe.  I figured if ya taught him, ya had to teach the others, too.”  Angie sighed.  “I didn’t ground him, but I did tell him to spread word to his siblin’s that they’re not s’pposed to use those lock pickin’ skills to get around our house rules.”

              “It’s not like groundin’ would do anything,” Stan muttered under his breath.  He put the cash back into the register.  “Kid barely leaves the house.”  Angie walked over and punched his arm.  “Ow.”

              “Oh, pish posh, that didn’t hurt ya.”

              “Physically, no.  Emotionally…” Stan said slowly.  Angie snickered quietly.  Seizing the opportunity, Stan flung his arm across his face dramatically.  “Punched in my best arm by my own wife!  I don’t think I’ll ever recover!”  Angie’s snickering became full-on laughter.

              “Dork,” she said, once she was finished laughing.  Stan winked at her.

              “Yer dork.”

              “Yes, yes, yer my dork.”  Angie kissed Stan on the cheek.  “But seriously, try to be a bit more supportive of Emmett, okay?  I know he’s a bit odd and anxious, but he’s a good kid.  And he’s been tryin’ to be more outgoin’ lately.  Or did ya forget that he and Emory are out at another kid’s house?”

              “I know.  That’s why I had to put Soos on register this mornin’.”  Stan frowned.  “Where are the girls, again?”

              “The golf course.”

              “Why?  I thought we raised ‘em better than to spend time ‘round rich people,” Stan said.  Angie shrugged.

              “They’re collectin’ golf balls.  There’s good money in resellin’ ‘em if ya retrieve ‘em from sand traps ‘n ponds ‘n whatnot.”

              “Huh.”  Stan nodded slowly.  “Good.  I knew those two were smart.”

              “All the kids are smart.”  Angie checked her watch.  “Speakin’ of the girls, I figured we’d drop some lunch off fer ‘em.  Don’t want ‘em to use their hard-earned money on junk food or somethin’.”

              “It’s their money, they can spend it on what they want.”

              “We have perfectly fine food at home.  They shouldn’t spend money to buy ice cream from the lil shop across the street,” Angie said firmly.  Stan raised an eyebrow.

              “There’s an ice cream shop across the street from the golf course?”

              “Yes.”

              “Let’s get goin’.”  Stan grabbed his car keys.  Angie sighed.  “Ang, we’ve been over this.  I can be immature as long as I’m technically still more mature than the kids.”

              “I hate when ya nickel ‘n dime stuff like this,” Angie muttered.  Stan kissed her forehead.

              “Don’t act like yer not in the mood fer ice cream, too.”

              “…Maybe,” Angie conceded.  Stan waggled his eyebrows at her.  “All right, we can get ice cream.”

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              When the Stanleymobile turned onto the street the golf course was on, they immediately saw the line.

              “What the hell?” Stan muttered.  “Is golf really that popular here?”

              “Given how long we’ve lived in Gravity Falls, I think we’d know if golf was the most popular pastime fer folks,” Angie said.  “There’s got to be some other reason folks are lined up like that.”  She leaned forward.  “Looks like the crowd’s in the parkin’ lot.  Ya best park at the ice cream shop.”

              “Gladly.”  Stan turned into the ice cream shop’s parking lot, came to a stop, and turned off the car.  He looked at a poster on the outside of the shop, advertising a new flavor.  “They’ve got yer favorite flavor, Ang.”

              “Really?!”  Angie looked over.  She gasped.  “Places almost never have peaches ‘n cream!”

              “So we’re definitely stoppin’ after we give the girls their lunch?”

              “Oh, definitely,” Angie said firmly.  She and Stan got out of the car.  Angie grabbed the bag lunches before closing the passenger side door.  Stan looked across the street.  Now that they were closer, he could see the cause of the crowd.  There was some sort of stand set up in the parking lot.

              “What’s that stand sellin’ and where do I get some cheap?” he asked idly.  Angie rolled her eyes.

              “You sell more ‘n enough as is.”

              “We’ve got smart kids that need to go to college.”

              “Yes, and ‘cause they’re smart, they’ll get scholarships.  Like I did.”  Angie began to walk away.  “Or did ya forget?” she called over her shoulder.  Stan jogged briefly to catch up with her.

              “I know they’ll get scholarships, but you gotta be prepared for everything,” he said.  “The kids sometimes have issues in school.  What if they lose their scholarships over that?”

              “By the time college comes ‘round, they’ll be better equipped to handle what causes issues fer ‘em,” Angie said.

              “Yeah, but-”  Stan came to a sudden stop.  He’d heard a familiar voice.  He looked at Angie.  Judging by her expression, she’d heard the same thing.  “Are ya sure the girls wanted to come here to collect golf balls?”

              “They didn’t actually tell me what they were doin’.  I assumed.”

              “Ya know what they say about assumin’,” Stan muttered.  The familiar voice from before carried above the chatter of the crowd.

              “That’ll be five dollars, thank you, sir.”

              “They’re not collectin’ golf balls,” Angie said quietly.

              “Not unless somethin’ stole Daisy’s voice like when I got my face stolen that one time.”

              “Ugh.  Don’t remind me.”  Angie sighed.  “Should we get in line?”

              “What?  No!  We’re their parents.  That makes us VIPs,” Stan said firmly.  He grabbed Angie’s free hand and pulled her through the crowd, ignoring people scolding them for cutting ahead.  When they got to the stand, they could see it was surprisingly well-made.  A sign at the top read “D&D’s Homestyle Treats”.  And behind the stand stood their thirteen-year-old twin daughters, Danny and Daisy.

              “Uh-oh,” Danny mumbled quietly.  Daisy, however, grinned toothily.

              “Hi Ma!  Hi Dad!  Do you want some homemade stuff?” she asked.  Angie crossed her arms.

              “Homemade?”

              “Yep!”

              “I don’t recall ya makin’ lemonade ‘n cookies at home ‘fore ya left.”

              “You’re getting older, maybe you’re forgetting,” Daisy suggested.  Danny gasped.  She punched her twin’s shoulder.

              “Daisy don’t say somethin’ so rude!”

              “What?  It’s true.  Anyways, Ma and Dad, could we have this conversation a bit away from our customers?”

              “Smart,” Stan said with a nod.  He and Angie walked a few feet away.  Danny carefully placed a sign that said “Back in ten minutes” on the stand, then she and Daisy joined their parents.  “All right you two.  Spill.”

              “We’re just bein’ entrepreneurs like you raised us,” Danny said.  Angie frowned at her.  “What?”

              “Are ya actually sellin’ homemade goods?”

              “Uh, no,” Daisy said.  “They’re store-bought.”

              “Then why are ya claimin’ it’s homemade?”

              “There’s better money in it,” Daisy said simply.  Stan nodded again.

              “Smart,” he repeated.  Angie gave him a look.  “What?  It is!  I think we should be proud of the girls fer bein’ so savvy.”

              “I-”  Angie kneaded her forehead.  “I didn’t raise y’all to lie.”

              “Too bad,” Daisy said with a shrug.  “Dad did.”

              “We’re not completely lying,” Danny put in.  “There’s an asterisk on the sign after the word ‘homemade’ and if anyone asks we’ll tell ‘em the truth.  We’re also saying the asterisk out loud, but since asterisks don’t make sounds, they can’t hear it.”

              “Heh!”  Stan grabbed his daughters and gave them affectionate noogies.  “That’s my girl!  Havin’ a way out on a technicality!  I’m so proud of you two!”

              “It…is very clever,” Angie said slowly.  She sighed.  “Did yer Uncle Fidds help ya set up the stand?”

              “Yep!” Daisy chirped.

              “Where is he?”

              “The ice cream shop across the street.  Don’t worry, he’s been keepin’ an eye on us,” Danny said.  Angie nodded.

              “Good.  Good.  I’m fine with the two of ya doin’ things unsupervised, but even in Gravity Falls, I feel more comfortable knowin’ yer sellin’ stuff to strangers if’n ya have someone we trust nearby to watch ya.”

              “Especially in Gravity Falls,” Stan corrected his wife.  “Or did you forget when the gnomes tried to kidnap Danny?”  Danny shuddered.

              “Stupid weird little men,” she muttered.  Angie sighed again.

              “All right, all right.  I’ll let this slide.  You two can go back to makin’ money by lyin’.”

              “We did learn it from Dad,” Daisy pointed out.

              “That’s precisely why I’m lettin’ it slide.”  Angie smiled fondly.  “Ya best get back ‘fore yer customers get impatient.”  Stan let Danny and Daisy loose.  “First, take yer lunches.”  Angie handed over the lunch bags.  The girls quickly gave each parent a hug before scurrying back to their stand.  Stan looked at Angie.

              “Yer proud of ‘em.  I can tell.”

              “I can’t deny that you were right ‘bout this bein’ savvy behavior,” Angie said.  “Thinkin’ things through like this will help get ‘em far in life.”  Stan put his arm around Angie’s shoulders.

              “Yep.”  He grinned.  “So…ice cream?”

              “Yes.  Ice cream.”

#this sort of turned into me just having Stan and Angie being an adorable married couple bantering jalnsdjnkankjsdf #I need to write more of that for them I think. they're such a fun couple. #Stanley Pines #Angie McGucket #Danica Pines #Daisy McGucket #Stangie #Stangie Family #Stanley McGucket AU #my writing #ask #dreamhollow

[domesticstrawberryfeelings]

Look at Stan being such a nice househusband, giving Fidds a goodbye kiss before work.

(Yes in this little universe Stan and Fidds co-own a company but Stan stays at home to take care of the kids) (Because reasons)

#gravity falls #fiddlestan #stanley pines #stan pines #fiddleford mcgucket #fiddlestan kids #stan junior #maisy may #daisy day #maisy and daisy #art tag

[queerplatonicshipshowdown]

Round 1 starts Monday, September 4, 2023!

Here are your match-ups (links under the cut):

Preliminaries:

Balloon and Suitcase (Suitloon) from Inanimate Insanity vs. Test Tube and Fan (Fantube) from Inanimate Insanity

Round 1:

Chance and Shadow from WOE.BEGONE vs. Zolf Smith and Oscar Wilde (Zoscar) from Rusty Quill Gaming Podcast

Karina Lyle and Ryan Goldsmith (goldenrose) from Tiger & Bunny vs. Barbie "Malibu" Roberts and Barbie "Brooklyn" Roberts (Barbie^2) from Barbie

Lord Viren and King Harrow (Virrow) from The Dragon Prince vs. Balloon and Suitcase (Suitloon) from Inanimate Insanity

Ainsley Ainsley, Antone Postminger, and The Gap (horseycule) from Legendlark vs. Kurusu Kazuki and Suwa Rei (Kazurei) from Buddy Daddies

John Doe and Arthur Lester from Malevolent vs. Caspar von Bergliez and Linhardt von Hevring (Casphardt) from Fire Emblem: Three Houses

Ronan Lynch and Richard Campbell Gansey III (Ronsey) from The Raven Cycle vs. Kotetsu T. Kaburagi and Barnaby Brooks Jr. (Taibani) from Tiger and Bunny

Rosé, York, and Grendan from Drawtectives vs. Bakugou Katsuki and Kirishima Eijirou (Kiribaku) from My Hero Academia

Adagumo no Yaorochi and Sukune Katano (YaoSuku) from Le'en Project vs. Hardwon Surefoot and Moonshine Cybin (Hardshine) from Not Another D&D Podcast

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Crowley and Aziraphale (Ineffable Husbands) from Good Omens vs. Jonathan Sims and Alice “Daisy” Tonner (JonDaisy) from The Magnus Archives

Hooty and Lilith from The Owl House vs. Jane McKeene and Katherine Deveraux from Dread Nation

Moiraine Damodred and Lan Mandragoran from Wheel of Time vs. Jennifer Walters and Patsy Walker (patsyjen) from Marvel

Camilla Hect and Palamades Sextus (Campal) from The Locked Tomb vs. Kazuma Asogi and Ryunosuke Naruhodo (Asoryuu) from The Great Ace Attorney

Steve Harrington and Robin Buckley (Stobin) from Stranger Things vs. Bells Broussard and Emma Robledo from Sidekick Squad series

Daisy Tonner and Basira Hussain (Daisira) from The Magnus Archives vs. Percival King and Ramsey Murdoch (Ramsival) from Epithet: Erased

Sakuko Kodama and Satoru Takahashi from Koisenu Futari vs. Jughead Jones and Sabrina Spellman from Jughead Jones

Gon Freecs and Killua Zoldyck (Killugon) from Hunter × Hunter vs. Mako Mori and Raleigh Beckett from Pacific Rim

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Stanford Pines and Fiddleford McGucket (Fiddauthor) from Gravity Falls vs. Jem Carstairs and Will Herondale (Heronstairs) from The Shadowhunter Chronicles

Roy Mustang and Riza Hawkeye (royai) from Fullmetal Alchemist vs. Stanley Barber and Sydney Novak from I Am Not Okay With This

Maz Kanata and Dexter Jettster from Star Wars the High Republic vs. The Doctor and Missy from Doctor Who

Fennec Shand and Boba Fett from Star Wars vs. Curt Mega and Tatiana Slozhno from Spies Are Forever

Lapis Lazuli and Peridot (Lapidot) from Steven Universe vs. Gwen Poole and Quentin Quire (Gwentin) from West Coast Avengers

The Doctor and Jack Harkness from Doctor Who vs. John - 117 and Cortanna from Halo

Ellie Miller and Alec Hardy (Millardy) from Broadchurch vs. Moomintroll and Snufkin (Snufmin) from Moominvalley

Beth Tezuka and Plum (PlumBeth) from Bravest Warriors vs. Allan and Weird Barbie from The Barbie Movie

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Edgin Darvis and Holga Kilgore from Dungeons and Dragons: Honor Among Thieves vs. Jolteon and Crap Gorps from Dogs In Love 2

Starscream and Skyfire (Skystar) from Transformers vs. Anne, Marcy, and Sasha (Sashannarcy) from Amphibia

Robbie & factoryAI from Void Terrarium vs. Perle and Dejean from Our Bloody Pearl

Matilda and Drea from Everything's Gonna Be Okay vs. Taion and Eunie (TaiEunie) from Xenoblade Chronicles 3

Nepeta Leijon and Equius Zahhak (Meowrails) from Homestuck vs. Jessie and James from Pokémon

Roxas and Xion from Kingdom Hearts vs. Tang and Pigsy (Freenoodles) from LEGO Monkie Kid

Zelda and Link (Zelink) from Tears of the Kingdom vs. Shin and Noi from Dorohedoro

MK and Mei (goldendragon) from LEGO Monkie Kid vs. Yelena Belova and Kate Bishop (Bishova) from Marvel

#tournament bracket #round 1 #I am bolding the Doctor Who ones so that I remember to change the actual bracket

[shapeshivvter]

Mable is Mario and Dipper is Luigi.

Mcgucket is the professor guy or Princess Daisy

SOOS... SOOOOSS.... idk who to put SOOS as who's NOT WALUIGI. Waluigi is fuckin Bill

LMFAO??? I could see mcgucket as the professor guy since dipper is luigi

#shapeshivvter talks #gravity falls hell

[agent-jaselin]

Illustration of This drabble by @thelastspeecher where the last egg from Stan and Angie’s first clutch hatches!

This is the Guppy nursery, so it doesn’t have windows in order to make sure it’s more secure agains any predators or dangerous animals swimming in. Instead they have the occasional Fan coral acting as a sort of foe window to break up space. The one shown here has a little window seat thing as well. 

I also drew what looks like a baby changing station, even though I don’t really know how Mermaids deal with that aspect of life and I’m not sure I want to think about it. But I’d say that instead of acting as a diaper changing station it might be wear the lay the babies when they need to clean their scales?

Also I didn’t picture the door here, but I’m thinking I’d like to draw it as like, a hole in the floor that leads to the main area? With like, a swinging hatch that acts like a door. Basically something that can be quickly entered from the main area in case there is a dire need to check on the infant guppies. 

And, I’d say this is a smaller than average nursery, cause it was built when MA and PA guck started having children and they new they wouldn’t need as much space as other mers.

#gravity falls #merguckets au #stan pines #danny pines #daisy mcgucket #my art

[instantlyexhaustedowl]

"He was my first love... And only one."

Summary:

Old photos, one old love and two not that old twins. A bit of talking after Weirmaggedon. Stan listening to his bro-bro memories about college lover.

Notes:

Please be kind to me, it's my first fanfic in English and also my first fanfic i have ever posted.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28580418

Ford was nostalgically sorting old photoes. Wrinkled paper gently rustled in his weary hands. All those memories, forgotten things with distand feeling of lost love, whole past in his worn out hands. "Ya look sad, bro," Stan's voice broke the silence of Ford's room. His twin was looking at him with curious brown eyes covered with thick glasses. He leaned on the doorframe.

Older twin  smiled sligtly, running his polydactyl hands thru grey hairs. Fingers touched silver stripe that cut thru dark grey hairs. He felt suddenly old and exhausted. "Just... Overthinking past, i guess." He patted spot on the sofa next to himself, showing that companion is welcome.

"Pics?" asked carefully Stanley. His mind was still a bit wobbly, but he remembered nearly everything. Definitely good sign. Stan sheepishly sat next to Ford on the sofa. Old matress swayed under his weight and caused, that Ford leaned a bit agaist Stan's shoulder. "What? Oh, yeah... Pictures. Old ones." said author of the journals with sigh while his hands gently folded photos on the lap. "Hehe, 'm probably not in your colection,...  Hey that one... that guy looks cute," chuckled his brother. He pointed at picture of tall smiling boy, maybe a bit older than twenty-one. Long sand blond hair, big blue eyes brightly shining with happines were hinding partly behind small round glasses. That noodle nerd had two daysies tucked behind his ear, big smile on his face. He looked like hippie college student. "Yeah... Fantastic old friend of mine. Wait! It...He is a man. Why do you think he is cute?" suddenly asked Ford. Stan was ladies man. Why he would think something like that?! Stanley blushed. His eyes wondered over room. Now seemed every piece of furniture like super interesting. "Ehh...No comment?" "No Stanley. We should be more honest with each other. We spend enought of our time pushing each other away. I just want to know why do you think that. No judgement, only curiosity." Old man mumbled something. Then he scooted away from Ford. Scietinst seemed a bit concerned. His brother was always the one who wanted to feel the others presence, but this was different. He was suddenly so shy. Ford like physical contact too but only from persons he loved and liked. Stanley was different- he loved patting peoples shoulder, hugging them even thou they were strangers. His attention was like contact sport. And sometimes it could change into one when that person made him angry. Ford's attention thou. It was more about reading between lines. "Pardon, Lee? I didn't understand." "I said... That i dated men too," sighed Stanley. His fingers were twiching. Eyes were trying to burned thru the floor into the heart of the Earth. He made himself look tiny. Whole body curled into himself. Ford's mouth formed into small silent "oh". "'m sorry... Gonna vanish, don't worry." "Are you crazy, Lee?! No vanishing, no going away." "But..." it was strange. Stanley could brake a montain with bare hands and now... He looked so vulnurable. Like scared teen he once was- standing outside in the middle of warm spring night hoping that Ford could forgive him. "But 'm nothing just familly disapointment. Stupid big idiot and even gay..." "If you say it one more time, i will punch you. Without warning! You are not disapointment! You are my best friend i have ever had and best twin brother i could wish for!" "Poindexer, i am weird old fag!" "Probably not. And that is absolutely horrible word, do not use it, please! You did loved Carla, hm." "And some other girls..." admited Stanley with blush of embarassment. "So you are bisexual. You like both." "'m not picky type," shrugged younger brother with hint of smile. He seemed more comfortable now. Hands put on his knees, eyes still sticked to the ground but he didn't look like persone who wanted to crawl under the rock and stay there for next few milleniums. "I am fag... At least that would Pa called me... If he had knew about it..." "That explains lots of things... And highschool," mumbled Stan scooting back so they shoulders touched again. "Pardon me?!" shrieked Ford. "You were curious only about science. And why girls didn't talk to you! Nothing was about girls, only why they kept ignoring you," explained Stan. Ford blinked few times, his face making pretty good impression of confuesed owl. Stanley was smugly smiling: "I've knew the whole time that you are not straight. 'm glad that Pa never knew about it thou. He would kick ya out too, maybe beat ya...Ya would never make it out unharm, on the streets..." "You were the one that ended up there... I can not forgive myself," two big tears started to roll down. Ford tried to dry them with his sleeve. "Poindexter, let it be. We are here, we are good..." "And gay," added Ford with tiny smile. Roaring of Stan's laught filled the room: "YEAH, we are gay! SO ... Who was that cutie? First crush?" His eyebrows wiggled in devilish way. "First crush, first love and only one. He took my heart without asking and never gave it back..." His brother wrapped arm around his shoulders. "You are old sappy man, Ford." "I know. I... Everything could be so different." "What happened?" asked younger twin. He hated seeing Ford depressed. "First time he went back to his family, after a while he had one too. And later when we found each other... Portal happened." "Sixer! I ... I caused...! Did I....?" Stanford grabbed old photos. He hold them on his chest, close to his fast-beating heart. "It was my fault, we had huge arguement and split up. I should have listened to him, but i was the biggest idiot on this Earth!" Stanley suddenly gasped. "You were dating McGucket?! Old man MCGUCKET?! Oh holy hot Belgian waffles!" "Kids aren't home," snarkyly pointed out Ford still carressing his pictures. "In that case- FUCK!" Small smile crept on scientist's face. "May i tell you a story, Lee?" asked Ford. He looked way younger now. Shy blush on his cheeks, still a bit teary eyes behind glasses. But they were light up with memories. "Yep, ya nerd. I haven't heard romantic novel for a long time! Ok i saw one last night. But i want to hear yar romance," beamed happily Stan and made himsleft comfortable. He was now sprawled on sofa, legs streched infront of him, hands folded on his soft belly. "So...Tell me yar fairytale, bro-bro." "Lee you are so silly," nudged Stan's elbow Ford playfully. "Fine. Long time ago... Ok, i am really getting old and silly. We were college roomates. I liked him first time i saw him. He was true opposite of me. Emotinal, empathic, wonderfully talented. His genius was amazing. After a while we got closer and closer. Fidds was so carring, nearly motherly. You should saw him when i was ill. I phoned dad, that i needed some money... to see a doctor, cause i felt really awful. He... shouted at me- to be a man and sleep it off. So i tried it. And fainthed during one of our classes we had together. Fidds did knew what to do, he took care about me. Got me to our room, helped in bed where i stayed for next week barely knowing about world. I don't remember much, my fever was too high. All seemed like a dream. After i got better i found him sitting on the window frame. His eyes were looking into starry night, silently crying. He was aftraid about me whole week and...He finally snapped... We started dating few days later." Ford had tears on his cheeks while he hold old pictures like precious treasure. His hands were clutching them, only gems he had from his past. Someone knock on the door frame. Fiddleford Hadron Mcgucket stood there. He was dressed in jeans, silly shirt with watermelons and drinks on it. He had crazy bowler hat with daisy that kept danggling. Still with beard that could belong to the oldest wizzard in the Dungeons, Dungeons and more Dungeons, but under it was hidden smile. "I swear Stanferd, ma biggest mistake was leaving ya. And i fool made it twice!" Stanley looked at them with squint eyes trying to seem like he fall asleep. "Stop foolin' us, ya'r great conman, but that's horrible try," laugh Fidds hopping on the sofa from Ford's free side. He covered one six-fingered hand with his small one. They fitted perfectly, like two pieces of puzzles. Maybe their hands were a bit cold, but hearts were still aflame with passion and love. "I guess now i've to keep an eye on two nerds," sighed Stanley. "Have fun ya two, i am gonna go to... Don't know. Want a coffee?" "Yeah we will join you," smiled Ford when Fiddleford hugged his waist. "Yej, coffee is great idea pals!" "Gentlemen, we will have gayffee party!" clasped his big hands Stanley and went to the kitchen, chuckling because he liked that new horrible pun. Ford froze a bit and then shouted: "Do not tell this term in front of Mable! Or we all end up covered in rainbow glitters! I don't mind them but i certainly don't like to drink them with my coffee!" "WHO SAID SOMETHING ABOUT RAINBOW GLITTEEEEEERS???????!" "Mabel, calm down! Honey, put that bottle of rainbow disaster down!"

#grunkle stan #grunkle ford #gravity falls #gravity falls fanfiction #not a stancest #fiddleford mcgucket #fiddle/author #Fidlleauthor #fiddleford+ford #my fanfinction #fiddauthor

[vulpixen]

Here’s my second drabble that is set in @thelastspeecher ‘s Pirate AU where their character Angie McGucket is a pirate captain who goes by the name Sully McGowan as their alias, pretending to be a man, and with Stan Pines as her first mate. This drabble is set where Angie still went by Sully before changing to Sally years later. Where Angie lets a new crewmember onto her ship in a most unexpected way, and Dan encountering someone from his past: ___________________________________________________________

When the smoke cleared and the rushing of the sea makes Sweet Viola rock, it was clear who won when the other pirate ship, Rash Rochelle, high tails away in defeat as they leave behind their dead onboard Captain Sully’s vessel.

On the deck, Sully spits to the side and in disgust of the cowards who left behind their own that were killed in self-defense; some by his own hand. Sully makes a gesture to his first mate, Stan, to beckon him wordlessly.

“Yeah, Captain?” voices Stan, saluting in his captain’s presence.

“Round up the bodies and count the heads of our own. Need to make sure there are those of us who are breathing.” Stan gives him a firm nod.

“Understood. Those bastards put up a fight they did. And ran like cowards to not even take their dead with them...” Stan turns his heel and announces the captain’s orders for the crew to hear. They obediently follow and get their wounds treated in the process.

It did not take long for the heads of Sully’s crew to be counted. Not one of them died this day. The same cannot be said for the men of the rival ship who fell by their blades and muskets with their bodies lined up and prepared to be thrown overboard. Almost. A cough came from a young man with dark lengthy red hair and tattered clothes with a dark green bandana around his head.

The doctor examining the bodies whistles for Dan. “This one still lives! Better let the captain know--”

“Wait…” Dan puts a hand on the man’s face and seeing those hazel eyes of his that spark a memory, moving locks of thick red hair from his face. The more he moves aside, the more he recognizes the face of someone from his youth he left behind a lifetime ago. That young man is in fact a woman with a face adorn with freckles, a long scar across her right cheek that trailed down to her neck and a notched right ear. Scars marred the young woman’s face, but Dan sees her as the woman he thought he would never see again after years of being apart, though not by choice. The woman he loved since their youth: Bethany Hickok.

Bethany growls and flails an arm to keep him and the doctor from touching her, but she clutches at her stab wound in her chest she sustained during the fight and dropped hard on the ground that knocked her out cold and left her bleeding.

“Beth…” Dan croaks before he booms. “BETHANY IT’S ME! Dan…” Bethany’s eyes widen, knowing that booming strong voice could only come from one man she remembers so clearly by looking at Dan’s features on his face. He certainly grew more of a beard since last she saw him as Boyish Dan in their youth and grew much taller as well. Though Bethany too grew much taller than most woman are at six foot in height to easily dwarf those by her.

“Dan..?” Bethany mumbles before she passes out, her body going limp.

Dan nudges the doctor next to him. “Get her to the medical QUARTER. I’ll go inform the captain RIGHT away!” The doctor will never get used to Dan’s booming voice right by his ear.

Inside Sully’s cabin, Dan sits in the seat across from Sully and his desk with Stan leaning against the beam of the living quarters and Daisy in the captain’s lap. Dan begins to share what him and the doctor discovered about one of the surviving pirates. As Sully listens, his expression grew firmer but his face ever so slightly softens when Dan shares more of his past he never told him before til now. Before, Dan only made some mentions of yearning to return home until that changed when him and Sully turned to piracy as their new life and left behind the former.

“Ya see… Bethany isn’t just a girl I knew in my youth. We were betrothed.” Dan’s eyes showing sorrow and regret at the mention. “And I left her and my family behind.”

“Betrothed?” Stan inquires, running ideas in his mind about how Bethany may or may not have gotten bitter over the years and jumping to the conclusion in his head that Dan ran away and left her at the altar when it was not the case. “Oof. Can’t blame her if she may be bitter about you having disappeared.”

“Won’t blame her if she is…” Dan mutters, eying back at Sully and Stan. “After getting casted away at sea by a storm, ending up doing odd jobs that eventually got me into piracy, I couldn’t bring myself to ever go back home. And I found purpose in being loyal to our captain and our crew.” Now Stan rethinks everything and frowns. It was tragedy that happened. Sully knew his former first mate’s story since their beginning days of their piracy together. Before Sully became captain of the ship he now stands and commands on.

Sully places a finger to his chin and hearing the purrs of his orange tabby in contemplation, he asks of Dan for his opinion of what they should do about the potential prisoner/crewmate. “What do you suppose we do about your former sweetheart?”

Dan blushes, rubbing his neck before giving his answer. His tone was less booming but more somber than usual, something Sully and Stan rarely see him be. “I think she would be a good member of the crew here. She knows me and I’ve known her for years she would be a fine addition if I can convince her. And… I never stopped loving her. Part of me hopes she still loves me too. I want to at least set things right with her.”

“Alright then.” Sully permits without hesitation. “If she accepts, she’ll be on the probation period. She needs to prove to me, the crew, and you she will not stab us in the back and do exactly as I command and be respectful to our fellow crewmates. I want to trust your word, Dan, but anything about her could have changed for the worse than you knew her. I need to know if she’s still loyal to her former captain also.”

“Of course, Captain.” Dan gives him an affirming nod.

“In fact, me and Stan will meet Bethany with you; I want to see her and give my judgement personally.” Sully shows a faint smile.

In the medical quarters, Dan, Sully and Stan enter inside where the doctor was patching the unconscious woman’s exposed chest, stitching up the wound and having strapped her wrists with leather belts from the bed in the event she were to wake and try something no one would like. The doctor always kept a revolver nearby, but he rarely ever needed it. But one cannot be too careful.

“Doctor.” The doctor faces the direction of Sully’s rough voice and permits him inside as he rose and unlocks the door for the captain.

“Yes, Captain.” The doctor opens the door and allows him, the first mate and crewmate inside. “About our captive, she still lives. I just finished stitching the stab wound. Any deeper and she would have died for sure.” He leads the three to see the patient.

Bethany groans, stirring awake and finds her wrists bound to the bed by leather straps she moves until Dan goes up to her.

“Hey, easy, Bethany. It’s alright. The doc was patchin’ ya up is all.” Dan’s assurance has Bethany’s breathing ease and getting a better look at her old love confirms she wasn’t dreaming.

“My gods… it’s really you, Dan,” Bethany mutters, trying to sit up, but was lightly kept down by the doctor while he unties the leather around her wrists, seeing she won’t be aiming to hurt anyone.

“I wouldn’t sit up for a while or the stiches will bleed.”

Bethany huffs and stays lying still on her back as Sully and Stan approaches her to get a better look.

“So, you’re the fiancé Dan talked about with us,” Stan says bluntly.

“Positive things?” Bethany faces Dan before Sully speaks. She was going through many, many emotions.

“Positive things. I am this ship’s captain, Sullivan McGowan, but you may address me as Captain Sully.”

Bethany grins, glancing up and down to get a good look at Sully’s rather short stature in comparison to the larger men he is standing with. She had an inkling why that could be since Sully is clearly not a child. Bethany chuckles while remarking snidely. “Aren’t you short for a captain?” Dan and Stan gulp as did the doctor, knowing Sully made it perfectly clear to never be mocked in any way shape or form; that includes his short height.

“And aren’t you tall for a woman?” Sully snorts, unamused. “Enough with the pointless blathering. The point I want to make is to make an offer with you. I’m extending an invitation for you to join my crew if you so choose.” Bethany gives an incredulous expression.

“You won’t drop me off to the next port?” inquires Bethany.

“I mean I could if you refuse.” Sully speaks before he makes his intentions clear with the young woman. “Let me make things clear with how I run my ship and crew: there are women among my crew and some of the finest shipmates I could ever have next to the men that here too. I aim to treat each member with dignity and respect along with equal share of the goods we procure. I want to give you a better opportunity than what you likely had before than with the other crew you were with since they were so eager to leave their dead behind. Almost.”

Bethany thinks back to the last person she fought, the one who stabbed her in the chest. She remembers flowing locks of brown hair and radiant fierceness from her features. “Yeah…. It was one of your ladies who stabbed and almost killed me. I’m impressed.”

“I like that attitude.” Sully bows his head. “Would you like to join my crew?” “Where do I start?” Bethany accepts.

“Start with resting up. You’ll be on a probation period and I need to speak with you later about the crew you were with before.”

Bethany salutes her with a confident grin. “Aye, aye, captain!”

#angie mcgucket #stangie #stan pines #stanley pines #manly dan #mrs. corduroy #pirate au #vulpixen writes #vulpixen drabbles #thelastspeecher

[thelastspeecher]

Hi, to contribute to the HMU on the original Stanley McGucket, one thing in the sequel that I would like more light on is Fidds reintegrating with the family after escaping his cult. Especially Fidds with the kids. I remember liking an older short in the same verse with Danny time traveling and running into Fidds, I'd love more interactions between Fidds and his son, nieces & nephew. Both before and after the memory gun problem.

So...I got this ask over a year ago. I planned on doing a write for it, but that plan fell to the wayside after I got busy with other things. But then I felt like I wanted to do something for the 10 year Gravity Falls anniversary, and I felt like revisiting my OG AU, the Stanley McGucket AU, would be a good way to do so.

Anon, it took a year, but I finally wrote up some Fidds interacting with his nieces. Hope you enjoy it.

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              Fiddleford carefully screwed the last screw in.  He slapped the side of the air conditioning unit.  With a shudder, it came back to life.  Fiddleford sighed in relief and tucked his screwdriver into his back pocket.

              ‘Bout time.  Summer’s comin’ up.  Can’t have folks sweatin’ in the roadside attraction Stan decided to run fer some reason.  He scowled.  No, don’t think so negatively.  His business is what enabled him and Angie to take care of Tate fer so long.  In fact, Tate had only moved back in with Fiddleford last month, after Fiddleford managed to find a place and prove he could maintain it to Angie’s standards.

              “Uncle Fidds?”  Fiddleford turned around.  Danny, the older of his eight-year-old twin nieces, stood before him.  He smiled politely.  Similar to how he had only just gotten custody of Tate again, he hadn’t been allowed to be around his nieces or nephews if they were alone until he stopped having his memory lapses.  His nieces in particular were still getting used to him, so he felt the need to be on his best uncle behavior around them.

              “Did ya want somethin’ from me, honey?” he asked.  Danny clasped her hands in front of her.

              “Daddy wants to know if the air conditioner is fixed yet,” she said dutifully.  Fiddleford nodded.

              “Sure is!”

              “Oh, wow.”  Danny’s rich brown eyes, which she had inherited from her father, widened.  “Daddy’s been shouting at it for weeks and you got it fixed so fast!”

              “Why didn’t he ask fer professional help sooner, if it’s been causin’ trouble fer so long?” Fiddleford asked.  Danny shrugged.

              “Daddy says he doesn’t wanna spend money on somethin’ he can do himself.”

              “He still could’ve called me fer help.  I’m more ‘n happy to do this work fer free.  It’s the least I can do after yer parents took in Tate while I was…”  Fiddleford cleared his throat.  “Is yer dad plannin’ on payin’ me, then?”

              “Mama wants to.  Daddy doesn’t.”

              “Sounds about right,” Fiddleford muttered to himself.  One of the things Stan and Angie frequently butted heads over was Angie’s insistence on paying for things, versus Stan’s desire to spend as little money as possible.  “Well, you can tell yer dad I don’t want to be paid.  You can also tell ‘im that if yer ma tries to pay me, I’ll send the cash back.”  Danny nodded.  She cocked her head in a manner exactly like Angie.

              “How’d you fix it?” she asked slowly.

              “First, what I did was-” Fiddleford started.  He cut himself off, an idea coming to him.  “Do ya want me to tell ya or show ya?”  Danny bounced on the balls of her feet excitedly.

              “Both, please!”  Danny paused.  “Unless it ruins all yer work.”

              “Aw.”  Fiddleford gave her an affectionate noogie.  Her hair wasn’t nearly as curly as her twin sister’s, but it was just as thick, catching on his fingers.  He extracted his fingers carefully to avoid tugging.  “Sweet potata, I already fixed it once.  I can fix it again just as easy.”  Danny beamed.  Fiddleford took his screwdriver out of his pocket.

              “That’s a screwdriver, right?” Danny blurted out.

              “Yup.  Want to look closer?”

              “Yes!”  Fiddleford handed his screwdriver to his niece.  Danny looked it over with a careful eye.

              A future engineer’s eye.  Fiddleford could feel his heart swelling with pride.  She’s always liked takin’ things apart and puttin’ ‘em back together.  And the things she’s built with her blocks, why, they’re on par with what an adult could do.

              “I thought screwdrivers had X’s on the point,” Danny said slowly.

              “We call that kind of screwdriver a Phillips head screwdriver.  What ya got right there is a regular ole screwdriver, so it’s a bit different.  They work the same way, they just use dif’rent kinds of screws.”

              “Oh.  Okay!”  Danny handed the screwdriver back to Fiddleford.

              “Any other questions ‘fore we start?” Fiddleford asked.  Danny shook her head.  “Then I’ll go ahead and get started.”

              Fiddleford had managed to re-break the air conditioner and was halfway through fixing it again when his impromptu lecture was interrupted by the arrival of Danny’s twin, Daisy.

              “Daddy wants to know if the air conditioner’s fixed,” Daisy said dully.  She stared at the partially disassembled air conditioner.  “Guess not.”

              “Oh, I fixed it,” Fiddleford said.  Daisy blinked.

              “But you’re still doing stuff,” she pointed out.  She gasped.  “Are you making it better?  Like in Mama’s stories?”  Fiddleford chuckled.

              “Nope, I ain’t soupin’ it up like when I tried to upgrade things ‘round the house as a kidlet.”

              “Oh, boo.”  Daisy pouted.  “Mama said you got fire to come from the sink instead of water.”

              “Do ya want somethin’ like that?” Fiddleford asked.  Daisy shrugged.

              “Sometimes.”

              She must get those tendencies from Stan.  Angie was never destructive on purpose, she just was energetic and clumsy.  Daisy seems like she wouldn’t mind burnin’ down the house just ‘cause she’s bored.  Fiddleford smiled fondly.  Lord above, Stan and Angie are goin’ to have their hands full when Daisy takes her first chemistry course.

              “If you fixed it, why are you still doing things to it?” Daisy asked.

              “I broke it again so’s I could show yer sister how to fix it.”

              “Huh.”  Daisy frowned thoughtfully.  Her eyes, blue like Angie’s, lit up.  “Can I watch, too?”

              “Are ya sure?” Fiddleford asked.�� “I didn’t think ya had an interest in machinery like yer sister.”

              “Nah.”  Daisy sat down on the floor next to her twin.  “But this is more interestin’ than playing with my brothers or helping Daddy.”

              “You like helping Daddy,” Danny said.  Daisy shrugged.

              “With the taxid- tax- taxider-”  She grunted in frustration.

              “Taxidermy,” Fiddleford supplied.  Daisy nodded.

              “That.  I like that.  Daddy’s not doing it right now, though.  He’s counting money.”

              “That’s an important part of ownin’ a business, keepin’ track of what comes in,” Fiddleford said.  Daisy rolled her eyes.

              “Yeah.  But it’s boring.  This sounds better.”  She grinned, the gap from her most recently lost baby tooth on full display.  “Machines stink, but I like you, Uncle Fidds.  You’re weird.”  Fiddleford smiled.

              “I reckon I like you too, sweetheart.”

#I've actually been rereading my Stanley McGucket fics on AO3 #(I got a couple comments on them recently and it made me want to reread them) #and rereading my flagship fic really helped inspire me to work on this ficlet #........anyways people should go read ''Stanley McGucket'' on AO3 if they haven't #it's probs my favorite fic I've done #Stanley McGucket AU #Fiddleford McGucket #Danica Pines #Daisy McGucket #Stangie Family #Gravity Falls #my writing #my stuff #ask #Anonymous

[thelastspeecher]

Stanuary '23 - Week 3: Fear

For this one, I decided to revisit my OG AU, the Stanley McGucket AU, where when Stan is kicked out of the house, he gets picked up by a very nice southern family and becomes their farmhand.

And of course, I had to go with the classic, the first fear we see from Stan in the show: acrophobia. Fear of heights. Enjoy.

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              Stan walked into the barn.  He put his hands on his hips, frowning.

              Mr. McGucket told me to help Lute in the barn with somethin’.  Where the hell is he?  The barn was seemingly devoid of any humans.  Stan looked at the closest horse, Angie’s mare Daisy.

              “Have you seen Lute?” he asked.  Daisy whickered softly then resumed eating her hay.

              “Up here, Stan!” a voice called.  Stan looked up.  He immediately paled.  Lute was sitting on the loft, his legs dangling over the edge.

              “What the hell are you doin’ up there?” Stan asked.  Lute rolled his eyes.

              “Gettin’ hay.  Duh.”

              “Why do you need to get hay all the way up there?”

              “‘Cause this is where we keep the hay,” Lute said slowly.  “Did ya think these bales were up here fer decoration or somethin’?”

              “…No.”

              Yes.

              “Sure,” Lute said, sounding doubtful.  He shrugged.  “Wanna join me up here?”  Stan’s heart leapt into his mouth.

              “No,” he blurted out immediately.  Lute cocked his head curiously.

              “Are ya sure?”

              “I’m sure.”

              “Huh.  I would’ve thought you’d be chompin’ at the bit to come up here.  Angie ‘n I were beyond thrilled when we were fin’ly allowed.”

              “Yeah, well…” Stan muttered, trying to think of a way to shift the topic off him.  “You two are so short, bein’ up there is probably the first time you’re taller than someone.”

              “Har-har,” Lute said dryly.  “I’ll climb on down and we can get to work.”  He stood up.  “By the way, there’s a trick to comin’ up ‘n comin’ down without hurtin’ yourself.  So don’t try comin’ up here on yer own, okay?”  Stan looked away.

              “Not gonna be a problem.”

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              Stan shielded the sun from his eyes with his hand as he peered into the canopy of the apple orchard.  A big storm had blown through the night before, so he, Angie, and Lute were tasked with checking on the trees.

              “Kinda surprised any of ‘em are still standin’,” he remarked.  “I thought tornadoes usually took down trees.”

              “Not always,” Angie replied.  She was climbing one of the shorter trees to inspect the branches.  “Especially a weak tornado like we had yesterday.”  She looked down at Stan.  “That was yer first tornado, right?”  Stan nodded.  “I’m impressed by how ya didn’t panic when the sirens went off ‘n the folks took us to the storm cellar, then.”

              “Eh.”  Stan shrugged.  “I’m not easily scared.”

              “Still.  Impressive.  Most folks get spooked by their first twister.”  Angie began to climb down.  Stan took a step back, giving her room to jump once she had reached the lowest branch.  Once on the ground, Angie walked over to Stan.  “Looks like the trees didn’t get much damage.  At least, nothin’ that would need us to intervene.”

              “I wouldn’t say that!” Lute called.  He was in the branches of the tallest tree in the orchard.  “We’ve got a branch here that needs to come down!”

              “Ugh, great,” Angie muttered.  Stan frowned.

              “Why does it need to come down?” he called back.  There was a rustle from the tree, but Lute was still hidden.

              “Well, it’s broken off most the way, but won’t break off the rest of the way on its own.  At least, not fer a while.  Leavin’ it partially on like that fer however long it takes to come down increases the chance of problems later on.”

              “Can ya get it with some brute force?” Angie shouted.  There was some more rustling.

              “Nope!”

              “Should I tell Pa we need him to take it down with the saw?” Angie asked.  She looked at Stan.  “We ain’t allowed to use the saw quite yet.”

              “Why not?” Stan asked.

              “Our older siblin’s proved not to be trustworthy with it at our age, ‘n they’re more trustworthy ‘n we are.”

              “Ah.”

              “Okay, takin’ a closer look at this branch, I think it might be able to come down without gettin’ the saw,” Lute said.  “I can’t get it on m’ own, but I think Stan’s strong enough to handle it.”  Stan immediately began to sweat.  “At the very least, he’s got enough weight to throw behind it.”

              “Uh.  What?” Stan blurted out.  Angie elbowed him.

              “You heard ‘im!  Get on up there so’s we can handle it on our own.  Otherwise, we got to get help from Pa.”

              “I dunno if that tree can support my weight,” Stan said.  Angie snickered.

              “Please.  There’s pictures of McGuckets in that tree goin’ back generations.  You’ll be fine!”

              “Seriously, Angie, I don’t think-”

              “Go on!  The sooner we get this done, the sooner we get to go into town ‘n go to the ice cream shop!” Angie said firmly.  She shoved Stan towards the tree.  Stan looked back at her, his heart pounding.  She didn’t seem to notice his nerves.

              And there’s no way in hell I’m gonna say somethin’.  Angie raised an eyebrow at him expectantly.  She’s not gonna let it go.  Great.  Stan looked up at the tree.  He wiped his sweaty hands on his jeans.  Suck it up and get it over with, Stan.

              Stan took a deep breath and gripped the lowest branches.  He pulled himself up.

              Don’t look down, don’t look down.  Just look forward and pretend like you’re not in a tree.  Using this method, he managed to make his way through the tree until he caught sight of Lute.  Lute grinned at him and held out a hand.  Stan took the offered hand.  Lute helped him onto the bough he was sitting on.  See?  No problem.

              “That branch right there, it’s what we’ve got to take care of,” Lute said.  He pointed at a large branch.  It had been broken in the middle, but was still attached with enough substance that Stan could see why Lute couldn’t take it down on his own.

              “All right, got it,” Stan mumbled.

              “Did ya make it up there?” Angie shouted from the ground.  Without thinking, Stan looked down.  His blood ran cold.

              Big mistake.  Big fucking mistake!  The branch that needed to come down was higher in the tree than Stan had realized, so the ground was even further away than he had expected.  He immediately gripped the bough he was sitting on.

              “Yeah, he’s up here!” Lute called back.  He frowned at Stan.  “But he got all pale out of nowhere.”

              “Oh no!  Are ya sick, Stan?” Angie asked.  Stan swallowed.

              “Nope!” he squeaked.

              “Don’t listen to him,” Lute said, his brow furrowing deeper.  “He don’t look good.”  Stan could feel every inch of him shaking.  All of his focus was now in stopping himself from throwing up, preventing him from making a snappy comeback.  The lack of snark visibly worried Lute even more.  “What’s wrong?”

              “N-nothing!  I’m fine!” Stan said.  His voice quavered.

              “It don’t sound like yer fine,” Angie said doubtfully.  A breeze blew past, making the branches around Stan and Lute wave.  Stan gripped his fingers deeper, the bark of the tree digging under his fingernails.  “Lute, what on Earth is goin’ on up there?”

              “I don’t know!”

              “Stan, we can’t help ya unless we don’t know what’s wrong,” Angie said.

              “Wait…”  Lute’s eyes widened.  “Ya refused to go up to the loft the other day.”

              “What?!  Why would someone not want to climb the loft?” Angie asked, sounding shocked.

              “Was he reluctant to go up the tree just now?” Lute asked.

              “Uh, yeah.  I had to liter’ly push him.”

              “Stanley…”  Lute met Stan’s gaze.  “Do ya have a fear of heights?”  Stan’s eyes immediately darted away, which was answer enough for Lute.  “Oh, shoot.  Ya do, don’t ya?”

              “I’m not afraid of ‘em,” Stan muttered.  “I’m- I’m respectful.”

              “Uh-huh, whatever ya want to call it,” Lute said, waving a hand.  “Why didn’t ya tell us?  We wouldn’t have made ya come up here!”

              “We’re not the kind of folks to push people like that,” Angie confirmed.  “Sure, it might be a good thing fer ya to work on at some point, but not sprung on ya with no warnin’ and no easy way out!”

              “Can ya climb down?” Lute asked.  Stan swallowed again.  He shook his head.  “All right.”  He looked down at Angie.  “Go get Pa!”

              “Oh it!” came the response.  Angie rushed away.  Lute smiled at Stan.

              “Don’t worry.  I’ll stay up here with ya until the rescue arrives.”  He threw an arm around Stan’s shoulders.  “And I know yer reluctant to thank folks, so no need fer it.  I can see it in yer eyes.”  Stan nodded gratefully.  “But in the future, Stan, let us know these things.  Okay?”

              “No promises,” Stan mumbled.  Lute rolled his eyes.

              “Fine, then at least suggest an alternative so’s we don’t get ya stuck in a tree like a cat again.”

              “I think I can do that.”

              “Good.”  Lute sighed.  “We should’ve just got Pa from the beginnin’.  There’s no way the ice cream place ‘ll be open by the time we get to town now.”

              “Unless…”  Stan released his iron-clad grip on the bough briefly and eyed the trunk, trying to think of a way down.  Another gust of wind breezed past.  Stan gripped the bough again.  “Never mind!”

#Stanuary #Gravity Falls #Gravity Falls AU #Stanley McGucket AU #Stanley Pines #Lute McGucket #Angie McGucket #my writing #my stuff #ficlet #speecher speaks

[queerplatonicshipshowdown]

Round 2 starts Monday, January 15!

Here are your match-ups (links under the cut):

Zolf Smith and Oscar Wilde (Zoscar) from Rusty Quill Gaming Podcast vs. Barbie "Malibu" Roberts and Barbie "Brooklyn" Roberts (Barbie^2) from Barbie

Balloon and Suitcase (Suitloon) from Inanimate Insanity vs. Kurusu Kazuki and Suwa Rei (Kazurei) from Buddy Daddies

John Doe and Arthur Lester from Malevolent vs. Kotetsu T. Kaburagi and Barnaby Brooks Jr. (Taibani) from Tiger and Bunny

Rosé, York, and Grendan from Drawtectives vs. Hardwon Surefoot and Moonshine Cybin (Hardshine) from Not Another D&D Podcast

Crowley and Aziraphale (Ineffable Husbands) from Good Omens vs. Hooty and Lilith from The Owl House

Moiraine Damodred and Lan Mandragoran from Wheel of Time vs. Camilla Hect and Palamades Sextus (Campal) from The Locked Tomb

Steve Harrington and Robin Buckley (Stobin) from Stranger Things vs. Daisy Tonner and Basira Hussain (Daisira) from The Magnus Archives

Sakuko Kodama and Satoru Takahashi from Koisenu Futari vs. Gon Freecs and Killua Zoldyck (Killugon) from Hunter × Hunter

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Stanford Pines and Fiddleford McGucket (Fiddauthor) from Gravity Falls vs. Roy Mustang and Riza Hawkeye (royai) from Fullmetal Alchemist

The Doctor and Missy (Thoschei) from Doctor Who vs. Curt Mega and Tatiana Slozhno from Spies Are Forever

Lapis Lazuli and Peridot (Lapidot) from Steven Universe vs. The Doctor and Jack Harkness from Doctor Who

Moomintroll and Snufkin (Snufmin) from Moominvalley vs. Allan and Weird Barbie from The Barbie Movie

Edgin Darvis and Holga Kilgore from Dungeons and Dragons: Honor Among Thieves vs. Starscream and Skyfire (Skystar) from Transformers

Perle and Dejean from Our Bloody Pearl vs. Matilda and Drea from Everything's Gonna Be Okay

Jessie and James from Pokémon vs. Roxas and Xion from Kingdom Hearts

Zelda and Link (Zelink) from Tears of the Kingdom vs. MK and Mei (goldendragon) from LEGO Monkie Kid

#tournament bracket #round 2

[thelastspeecher]

vulpixen replied to your post: "I might just have to write a thing for the Modern..."

Think, if Stangie happens in this, they’d do a gender reveal party for their babies, or any of the McGuckets doing that in the family? Actually, can make it a Pride thing if inclined.

Hmm......

Stan has never heard of gender reveals until someone asks him and Angie if they're going to do one while Angie's pregnant with Danny and Daisy. He asks what that is. And is immediately interested. An opportunity to get MORE free baby stuff? With TWO babies on the way? Uh, yeah, they'll seize that chance!

Angie very much is in the camp of not wanting a gender reveal party, while Stan wants it for, as mentioned above, the potential monetary benefits.

I'm not sure where they eventually land. They might wind up deciding no gender reveal for the first, but a gender reveal for the second, or vice versa.

As for other McGuckets, the only one I'm 100% sure would do gender reveals is Violynn.

#I don't think you were asking for a write with this comment? #but I could be wrong and if I misinterpreted I apologize #Modern Stanley McGucket AU #vulpixen #response

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douglasfirtreee replied to your post: "There's a Modern Stanley McGucket AU plot where..."

Would she be mad at Lute as well? Since he went along with Stan? And does junior exist in this timeline?

Oh yeah, Angie's pissed at Lute, too. She's pissed at both of them and gives the both of them a thorough dressing down eventually. It's just that when their plan came to light, Stan had the gall to say that they were right to do this breakup attempt, so she wanted to address that immediately.

I'm not sure what exactly Stan and Lute have to do to get back on Angie's good side, but she takes a while to warm up to them again. She just wishes that they had talked to her first before making this big plan. Then maybe they could have come up with an idea together that would result in as little feelings getting hurt as possible. But this way, well, no one left feeling good, and both Max and Angie cried. A lot.

And yep! Junior exists in this AU! I want to make it so that Junior exists specifically because this AU is a modern one, but I'm still working on coming up with what aspect of modernity results in Junior.

I'm also still working out exactly how much older he is than Danny and Daisy.

#Modern Stanley McGucket AU #response #douglasfirtreee

[thelastspeecher]

I just had an idea for a McGucket AU. What if Stan and Angie decided to send Danny and Daisy to summer camp. The girls are all excited with Stan's stories about fun activities, fun food, outdoor and indoor adventures! But when the girls tell Ford about where they're going for the summer, Ford gives them stories of mean girls, bullies, bugs that crawl all over you while you sleep, drill sergeant like counselors! The girls then cry to Stan and Angie begging them to not to send them to camp!

Awwww, that's adorable.

Angie would chew Ford out for scaring the girls like that, esp since they were so excited to go before Ford talked to them. Ford defends himself, saying that he had horrible experiences at summer camp, and Angie tells him that his experiences are not universal.

Angie and Stan make Ford apologize to his adorable nieces for scaring them, and try to get him to take back his words. But Ford refuses to lie to his nieces.

Stan doesn't want to lose the money they spent to send the girls to camp, though, and tells the girls that if they really hate it, they can call home and get picked up.

But of course, the girls wind up loving camp and don't want to leave when camp is over.

#sorry I feel like I didn't add much to your cute idea #it was so fleshed out I felt like there wasn't much for me to add! c: #AU of Stanley McGucket AU #(if only bc this scenario wouldn't work out in the OG Stan McGucket AU. it would probs work in some others tho) #ask #dreamhollow

[thelastspeecher]

Superhero/villain AU - Redux

I can’t think of good titles for things.

Anyways, the book series that inspired my Superhero/villain AU actually had a new installment published recently.  When I started reading the newest book, I remembered that the original way I envisioned my Superhero/villain AU lined a bit more with that book series, with Stan finding out he’s got kids after said children have been born.  And I got inspired to write something for that original version.  So here is...far too much of that.  Enjoy.

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              On the doorstep of a house he’d never been to before, Stan groaned loudly. He looked over at Ford.

              “Why am I here, Sixer?”

              “It’s Fiddleford’s birthday,” Ford replied, ringing the doorbell.

              “Yeah, he’s your boyfriend.  Not mine. Why did you drag me here and threaten to teleport me back if I tried to run?”

              “His family wishes to meet you.”

              “That’s not how it goes.  You’re supposed to meet his family, he’s supposed to meet yours, and I don’t meet his until the wedding,” Stan said firmly.

              “Yes, well, his family is rather unconventional,” Ford said.  “They were very insistent upon meeting my twin brother. Particularly Fiddleford’s younger siblings.  They’re twins themselves.”

              “Ford-”

              “You’ll get free food if you stay,” Ford said flatly.  Stan crossed his arms.

              “…Fine.  I’ll stay. But only for the food.”

              “That is the precise reason I mentioned it, Stanley.”  Ford looked at him.  “By the way, before we go inside-”

              “If we go inside,” Stan grumbled.  “Why are they taking so long to answer the door?”

              “-I should warn you about Fiddleford’s younger sister,” Ford said, ignored his interruption.  “She has two young daughters who, from what I understand, can be rather chaotic.  I’ve told you everyone in the McGucket family has powers, correct?”

              “Yeah,” Stan grunted.

              “Her daughters are no exception, and they inherited elemental abilities, so their powers manifested early.  Just…stay on your toes, okay?  I’m sure it will be fine, but don’t be too startled by them.”  Stan huffed.  Ford sighed. “What?”

              “There aren’t even any cute chicks to hit on here, are there?”

              “Stanley.”

              “I mean, you said Fiddledork’s younger sister has kids, so she’s married. Or at least dating someone.”

              “No, she isn’t, actually.  She’s a single mother,” Ford said.  Stan nodded slowly.

              “I can work with that.”

              “Stanley, please don’t hit on my boyfriend’s family,” Ford hissed.  The door opened, revealing Fiddleford. Fiddleford beamed.

              “Howdy!” he chirped.

              “Fiddleford, happy birthday!” Ford said cheerfully.  Stan said nothing.  Ford elbowed him roughly.

              “Yeah, happy birthday, whatever,” Stan muttered.  Fiddleford looked askance at Ford.

              “He’s not pleased that I brought him with me.”

              “Ah.  Well, my folks are excited to meet you,” Fiddleford said to Stan.  Stan grunted in response.  “Come on in, we’ve got cake and-”

              “Fidds, she’s makin’ a break fer it!” a voice shouted.  Something short and dark-haired shot past Fiddleford and out the door.  Instinctively, Stan grabbed whatever it was before it could escape.  He stared down at the young girl, no older than four, whom he was holding by her shirt.  She scowled at him and burst into flames.  Ford jumped back, startled.  Stan raised an eyebrow at her.

              “You’re a firecracker, aren’t you?” he asked.  The girl’s scowl deepened.

              “No, ‘m Daisy!” she said, stomping her foot.

              “Nope.  You’re a firecracker.  You’re too little to be a full firework,” Stan retorted.  The girl – Daisy – furrowed her brow, visibly confused.

              “You’re not hurt,” she said quietly.  Stan ignited his hair.  He could hear Ford grumbling something, but didn’t care.  Daisy was now staring up at him with rapt attention, her eyes wide. “Like me,” she whispered. Something in Stan crumbled. Giving in, he got down on his knees and grinned.

              “Yep.  I’m a pyro, too.”  Still aflame, Daisy beamed.  Someone cleared their throat.  Stan looked over.  Fiddleford still stood in the doorway, but now someone else was behind him.  A short, young woman with a carefully guarded expression.  Something about her hair, caramel-colored and cut to a short bob, seemed strangely familiar to Stan.  For a moment, he attempted to remember where he might have met her.  

              Eh.  Probably nothing.  It’s just that she and Daisy look alike.  She’s probably the kid’s mom.  They had the same, large distinct nose.  The same nose that Fiddleford had.

              “Stanley, thank you fer grabbin’ my niece,” Fiddleford said.  “She’s a bit speedy.”

              “No problem.  I don’t get to meet many other pyros,” Stan replied.  Fiddleford frowned thoughtfully.

              “Yes, it’s obvious now that yer a pyrokinetic.  I didn’t know that.”

              “Really?” Stan asked.  Fiddleford shook his head.

              “Honestly, I didn’t think ya had powers at all.”

              “Rude,” Stan muttered.  The woman standing behind Fiddleford pushed ahead of him and held out her hand for Stan to shake.

              “Thank you fer catchin’ Daisy.  I was dealin’ with her twin sister and she slipped away.  The name’s Angie.”

              “Stan,” Stan said, shaking the offered hand.  “I’m Ford’s twin brother.”  Angie knelt down and reached out her arms to pick Daisy up.  “Uh, I wouldn’t do that.  I’m immune to my fire and fire made by other pyros, but unless you’re a pyro too-”

              “Ain’t no problem,” Angie said.  A strong gust of wind blew past, putting out not only Daisy but also Stan’s hair.  Angie picked Daisy up and set her on her hip.  “I can put out fires pretty easily, ain’t that right, muffin?” Angie said playfully, poking Daisy’s nose.  Daisy giggled.  Angie looked at Fiddleford.  “We should prob’ly let these guests of yours inside ‘fore any other children escape.”  Stan and Ford followed the McGuckets inside.

              “Are there other children here?” Ford asked.

              “Nah, just Angie’s sweet lil babies,” Fiddleford replied.  “I don’t think we’d be able to handle any children in addition to Danny ‘n Daisy.”  He looked over at his niece.  “Though mostly it’s Daisy who’s causin’ trouble.”  Daisy covered her mouth to stifle a giggle.  Stan’s eyes nearly popped out of his head.  He glanced at Ford, who had gone pale as well.

              That kid’s not just a pyro, she’s a polydactyl.  The hand covering Daisy’s mouth had six fingers instead of five. This family is fucking weird.

              “You- um-” Ford stammered.  Angie and Fiddleford stopped to look at him.

              “Yes?” Fiddleford asked.  Ford swallowed.

              “You didn’t mention that your niece was a polydactyl.”

              “Didn’t think it was relevant,” Fiddleford said with a shrug.  Ford frowned at him.  “What?”

              “Fiddleford, you didn’t think I might be interested in that?” Ford hissed, holding up his hands.  Daisy gaped.

              “Twelve!” she shouted eagerly.  Daisy held her own hands up.  “Eleven!”  Ford smiled weakly at her.

              “That’s correct.  I have twelve fingers and you have eleven,” he said softly.  One of Daisy’s hands had five fingers, while the other had six. Daisy grinned.  Fiddleford was now frowning thoughtfully.  Stan could practically hear the gears turning in his head. He looked at Angie, who quickly glanced away from him.

              “Well, at least you know now,” Fiddleford said after a moment.  “C’mon, we still haven’t reached the living room!”  Fiddleford set off, Angie, Stan, and Ford close behind.

              When they arrived in the living room, Stan was immediately met with a blast of cold air to his left side.  He turned in that direction.  An older couple was trying to calm down a girl that seemed to be Daisy’s age.  The girl was sobbing uncontrollably, her hands covering her face.  Ice spread from where she was sitting.

              What the fuck is happening?

              “Oh, dear,” Angie said under her breath.  She handed Daisy to Stan and quickly strode over to the other girl.  “Danny, sweetie, it’s okay.  I’m here.”

              “Mama!” the girl – Danny – wailed, wrapping her arms around Angie’s torso. Stan looked down at Daisy in his arms. She grinned at him.  Stan looked at Fiddleford.

              “Uh, why did your sister give me her kid?” Stan asked dumbly.

              “Most likely because you were the closest,” Ford said, answering for Fiddleford. “I doubt you need to keep holding her. You can probably set her down.” He looked at Fiddleford as well. “Right?”  Fiddleford, who once again had a studious expression, startled.

              “Pardon?” he asked.

              “Your sister gave her daughter to Stanley to hold.  He can set her down, right?”

              “Sure, sure,” Fiddleford said.  Relieved, Stan set Daisy on the floor.  “Sorry ‘bout all this chaos.  I knew it would be a bit of a mess if I invited Angie’s daughters to come, but I couldn’t help it.  I don’t get to spend nearly enough time with ‘em.”

              “It’s fine,” Ford said.  “It’s your party, after all.”  He held out the present that Stan had wrapped before they left.  “Here’s your gift, by the way.”

              “Oh, thank you!” Fiddleford said, taking the box.  “And it’s wrapped so nicely!”

              “That’s all me,” Stan said.  “Ford couldn’t wrap to save his life.”

              “Well, thank you both, then,” Fiddleford said, beaming.  He seemed to have abandoned whatever he’d been thinking about so intently before.  “Stanley, I should introduce you to the rest of my fam’ly-”  Stan felt something tug on his pants.

              “Mister?” a small voice said.  Stan looked down.  It was the girl that had been crying earlier, Danny.  She stared up at him.  Something uncomfortable began to uncurl in Stan’s gut.  “You can fire?”

              “Uh…”  Stan could only stare numbly at Danny as he picked up on facial features he recognized intimately.  A large, ruddy nose.  Chubby, rosy cheeks.  Wide, familiar brown eyes.  Danny blinked at him.

              “Daisy says you fire,” Danny said firmly.

              “Um, yeah, I- I fire,” Stan finally said.  Danny’s eyes sparkled.

              “Show?” she asked timidly.  Daisy promptly appeared by Stan’s side so quickly that it almost seemed like Ford had teleported her.

              “Yeah, I can- I can show you,” Stan said.  He looked more closely at Daisy now, remembering that Angie had mentioned they were twins.  Daisy looked very similar to Angie, but with thick, rambunctious dark curls.  Curls that Stan could distinctly remember his mom struggling with and swearing over any time they had to dress up nice.

              “Show,” Daisy prompted.  Stan realized he hadn’t done anything other than stare at her, despite promising to show off his abilities.

              “Um.  Yeah. Yeah.”  Stan knelt to the girls’ eye-height and held out his hands facing up. Flames manifested above his open palms. “You- you girls have a favorite color?” Stan asked weakly, still reeling but trying not to let it show.

              “White,” Daisy said.

              “Red,” Danny said, more quietly than her twin.

              “White and red coming right up.”  The flames formed into two spheres, one per hand, floating about an inch or so above Stan’s skin.  The sphere closest to Daisy paled until it was as white as the ice Danny had produced earlier, while the sphere by Danny darkened to a ruby red.  Danny and Daisy clapped their hands.  Stan grinned at their sweet enthusiasm.

              “Mama, can I do that?” Daisy asked, looking over at Angie.  Stan decided not to look at her, still struggling with the implications of his observations.

              “Maybe someday, sweetie,” Angie said softly.

              “Can do something else?” Danny asked Stan.

              “Uh, whattaya wanna see?” Stan asked her.  Danny frowned thoughtfully.

              “No, let’s- let’s leave Stanley alone,” Fiddleford interrupted.  “He’s not here to entertain you two, he’s here as a guest.”  Stan extinguished his flames and stood to his full height, still avoiding eye contact with Angie.

              “That’s a very good point,” piped up a man standing nearby.  He looked like Fiddleford, but shorter and with dark hair. “I’m here to entertain you two.”

              “Lute…” Fiddleford sighed.  Lute just grinned at Fiddleford, then gestured for Danny and Daisy to follow him.

              “C’mon, kidlets, let’s find us somethin’ to do,” Lute said breezily.  He walked out of the room, Danny and Daisy scampering after him.

              I need a few minutes to myself, this is getting disturbing.

              “Where’s the john?” Stan asked.

              “Oh, it’s-” Fiddleford started.

              “Please, Fiddleford, let me,” Ford interrupted.  “It’s your birthday.  I can show Stanley where the bathroom is.”

              “O-okay,” Fiddleford said.  Ford  set off.  Stan quickly followed him.  Once they were far enough from the living room that they wouldn’t be easily heard, Ford came to a stop.  He spun around to glare at Stan.

              “What the hell was that?” he hissed at Stan.  Stan held up his hands.

              “Don’t look at me, I didn’t come here to distract two ankle-biters!”

              “No, not-”  Ford closed his eyes.  “I saw how you were looking at them.  You see it, too.”

              “…See what?”

              “Don’t play dumb, Stanley.  They don’t just look like Angie.  They look like you.”

              “Who?”

              “I’m not joking,” Ford said, his voice almost a growl.  “Danny and Daisy.  Angie’s daughters.  Daisy clearly inherited your abilities, while Danny- no one outside of our family has that nose.”

              “Maybe they’re Shermie’s, or yours.”

              “Shermie’s been married for five years, they’re clearly younger than five.” Stan opened his mouth.  “Don’t you dare suggest Shermie would cheat, you know he’s not the type.”

              “They could be yours,” Stan repeated.  Ford glared at him.  “Right. You’re gay.”  Stan leaned against the wall and put his face in his hands. “Fine, fine.  They’re- they’re obviously mine.  But I don’t know how!”

              “I know we never got proper sex ed, but-”

              “No, not- I know where babies come from, Stanford, I’m not an idiot,” Stan snapped.  “I just- I don’t remember having sex with Fiddleford’s sister.”

              “You have a lot of one-night-stands.”

              “Yeah, but I remember all of ‘em.  If I didn’t, I wouldn’t be able to avoid them at the grocery store.  And I don’t remember Angie.”  There was a pause.

              “I don’t have any answers for you, Stanley.”

              “No shit, Sherlock.”  Stan let his hands fall from his face.  “I don’t wanna go back in that room.”

              “I don’t want you in there, either,” Ford said firmly.  Stan frowned at him.  “Today’s Fiddleford’s birthday.  I haven’t been able to spend much quality time with him lately, so I want this to go well.  It won’t go well if his family connects the same dots we have.”

              “Yeah, I think it’s too late for that.  Fiddlesticks was obviously thinking pretty hard.”

              “Yes, but his family members wouldn’t have gotten a good look at you yet.”

              “So, what, you want me to leave?” Stan asked.  Ford nodded.  Stan scoffed. “Really.  You said you would teleport me back if I tried to leave.”

              “That was before I knew you had a one-night-stand with Fiddleford’s younger sister and sired two children.  It would be for the best if you went back to our place.”

              “Fine.  What are you gonna tell his family?”

              “I don’t know.”  Ford frowned thoughtfully.  “You just asked to go to the bathroom…I could say you developed horrible diarrhea and had to go home.”

              “Oh, for fuck’s sake!” Stan hissed.  “Don’t say that!”

              “Why not?  It makes sense.”

              “No it- I don’t want anyone to know I’ve got the shits.”

              “But you don’t,” Ford said slowly.

              “I-”  Stan shook his head.  “I’m not gonna have this argument again.  Look, just say that something came up and I had to go home.”

              “But what?”

              “I don’t know, maybe I had to go into work or run an errand I forgot about. Just say anything that doesn’t have to do with me getting sick, okay?”

              “All right, but the lie will fall apart the second someone asks for more information.”

              “If Fiddlesticks’ family is anything like him, they won’t question it. Just- go.  I’ll see you back home.”  Ford nodded and went back to the living room.  As quietly as he could, Stan made a break for the front door. His hand was on the knob when he heard a noise.  He turned around.  It was Lute, holding the hands of Danny and Daisy.  Lute looked at him.

              “Why the sudden exit?” Lute asked.

              “Something- something came up, I gotta go,” Stan fibbed.  Lute searched Stan’s face.  His eyes widened with realization.  “Uh, see ya.”  Stan tore the door open and ran out of the house.

              “Hey!” Lute shouted after him.  At the end of the driveway, Stan burst into flames and took off.  As he flew over the house, he could see Lute in the front yard, looking up at him.

              The further away he flew, the more his heartrate slowed.  The fifteen-minute drive was only about three minutes flying.  Stan quickly landed in the backyard of the house he and Ford were renting, then shut off his flames.  He collapsed onto the ground, his mind racing.  

              Well, that wasn’t the worst way I’ve ever exited a party.

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              Stan looked at the text conversation again, to make sure he was in the right place.

              “Stanford gave me your number.  This is Fiddleford’s younger sister Angie.  From the party yesterday?”

              “Yeah.  I remember you.”

              “Meet me at Café à la Mode at noon.”

              “OK.  See you then.”  Café à la Mode was off the beaten path, so it wasn’t very busy.  However, it had the general aesthetic of the trendy cafés Stan hated just walking by.

              But when the chick who might be your baby momma asks you to meet her, you meet her.  Stan swallowed.  Even if you still don’t remember actually having sex with her.  In an attempt to avoid as much of the hipster material as he could, Stan had bought a small black coffee and chose a table outside, away from the indie music playing inside.

              “Sorry I’m late,” a voice said.  Stan looked up from his cellphone.  Angie took a seat across from him.  “Danny’s goin’ through a clingy phase right now.  It was difficult to get away from her.”

              “No problem,” Stan mumbled.  He cleared his throat.  “What- what’s Danny short for?”

              “Danica,” Angie replied.

              “Good,” Stan said.  Angie frowned.  “I mean- I thought it was short for Danielle, which I don’t like as much as Danica.”

              “Ah.  Well. I liked the sound of it.”  Angie took a breath.  “Speakin’ of the girls…”

              “Are they mine?” Stan blurted out.  Angie closed her eyes.  “I’m not a genius like my brother, but I’m not an idiot, either.  They’re mine, right?  Daisy’s a pyro.  I asked Ford. He said that pyrokinesis doesn’t run in your family.  And Danny’s-”

              “Stanley.”

              “Call me Stan.”

              “…Okay.  Stan.” Angie opened her eyes.  “Yes.  They are yours.”  Stan’s heart plummeted to his feet.

              “I have two kids?” he whispered.  Angie nodded.  “I-” Stan swallowed.  “Good,” he repeated.  Angie managed a small smile.  “Look.  I’m not trying to insult you – it wouldn’t be smart to insult the lady who had my kids. But I told Ford this and he can’t keep a secret, so it’ll come out at some point, so…”  Stan took a breath.  “I don’t remember sleeping with you.”  He winced, ready for the tongue lashing he was about to receive.

              “I figured,” Angie said.  Stan stared at her.

              “Wait, what?”

              “I figured you didn’t remember sleepin’ with me…”  Angie met Stan’s eyes determinedly.  “Flamethrower.”  Stan’s heart skyrocketed back to his throat.  He took a sip of his coffee to soothe his nerves.

              “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said calmly.

              “C’mon, Stan,” Angie said, rolling her eyes.  “Don’t you recognize me?”  Her southern accent was gone.  She twirled one thin, elegant finger.  A breeze ruffled Stan’s hair.  “I know you saw me put out Daisy yesterday.  Don’t you remember all the times I did the same thing to you?”  The sip of coffee was threatening to come back up.

              “Sirocco,” Stan choked out.  Angie nodded.

              “You don’t remember knockin’ boots with Angie McGucket, ‘cause ya didn’t.” Her southern accent had returned. “You did it with Sirocco.”

              “You’re- you-” Stan stammered.  He pinched the bridge of his nose.  Angie folded her hands in her lap, waiting patiently.  “How’d you figure out I was Flamethrower, though?”

              “When I met Stanford, I caught on pretty quickly that somethin’ was fishy. Not only is Daisy a polydactyl like him, but he and Danny look awful similar.  Of course, I knew that Stanford wasn’t Flamethrower.  He wasn’t a pyro.  Not to mention, he’s gay.”

              “Yeah.  He can’t even pretend to like women.  Not well, at least.  It always comes out forced.”

              “Some people are better actors than others,” Angie said mildly.  She tucked a strand of hair behind one ear. “But I asked Fidds ‘bout Stanford’s fam’ly, and he said he had two brothers what didn’t have powers.”

              “Why did he think that?” Stan asked.  “I don’t show off my powers to every Tom, Dick, and Harry, but I don’t exactly keep it a secret, either.”  Angie shrugged.

              “Honestly, I wonder if Stanford told him that, to try to keep anyone from realizin’ you were Flamethrower.”

              “It clearly didn’t work,” Stan grumbled.

              “No, it did.  When Fidds told me that, I figured that the similarities between the girls and Stanford were just coincidences.  Mighty strange ones, but coincidences nonetheless.  Their father was Flamethrower, a pyrokinetic.  Not a normie.”

              “But you figured it out,” Stan prompted.  Angie nodded.

              “Yes.  Yesterday. Daisy got away from me and I went runnin’ after her, and before I got to the door, I heard someone say they were a pyro, too.  Someone whose voice I recognized.  Before you even looked up, I knew who you were.”

              “Damn, I need to up my secret identity game,” Stan mumbled.  “I didn’t realize you were Sirocco until you told me.”

              “I had a leg up.  Like I said, I’ve been suspicious of Stanford since I met him.  I was prepared to recognize his brother, even if I had been told he was powerless.”  Angie grinned crookedly at Stan.  “You had no reason to suspect yer brother’s boyfriend’s sister would be a supervillain.” Stan leaned forward.

              “Now that you’ve brought him up...  Does Ford know?  About you being Sirocco?”

              “No.  He’s completely out of the loop as to what my fam’ly does.”

              “Your family?” Stan asked, aghast.  Angie winced.  “You didn’t mean to let that slip.”

              “No.  No, I didn’t.”  Angie swallowed.  “But ya might as well know.  Yer daughters are McGuckets, and the McGuckets are well-known in the…law-avoidant community.”  She frowned at Stan.  “Don’t tell Stanford.  Fidds will tell him when he thinks he’s ready.”

              “No problem.  Ford can’t keep a secret, but I’m pretty good at it,” Stan said with a shrug.  “I’m not thrilled about the idea of my kids being raised as villains, but I guess that’s something we can work out later.”

              “Oh?  I would have expected that you would want to take care of that right away.”

              “Yeah, but, first…”  Stan chewed on the inside of his cheek.  He met Angie’s eyes just as she had met his moments ago.  “Why now?”

              “Pardon?”

              “Why are you telling me all this now?” Stan demanded.  Angie leaned back slightly, evidently startled by his fervent tone.  “How old are Danny and Daisy?”

              “Three,” Angie replied quietly.

              I missed out on three years of their lives.  Stan fought back the tears that were beginning to well up.

              “So for basically four years, you knew I was a dad, and you never told me.” Stan took a shuddering breath. “Why are you telling me now?  And don’t try to say you didn’t know who I really was before.  You coulda told me any of the times we saw each other while we were in masks.”

              “Well, Fidds and Lute saw you at the party, figured it out, and won’t stop harassin’ me,” Angie said, attempting a smile.  At Stan’s stony expression, however, the weak grin was wiped away. “Okay, no jokes.”  Angie looked down at the table and brushed imaginary dust off it.  “…You were so sweet with ‘em yesterday,” she said softly.  “Daisy especially.  She actually cried when you left.  At least there’s a cryokinetic in my fam’ly that Danny can spend time with.  Daisy’s never met another pyro before.”  Stan thought back to Daisy’s rapturous expression when she realized he was pyrokinetic as well.  He smiled faintly.

              Those big blue eyes, sparkling like I just told her I was Superman.

              “You didn’t know they were related to you, you hadn’t even met ‘em before. But right away, you were makin’ ‘em laugh and smile.”  Angie leaned back and looked up at the sky.  Stan was surprised to see the corners of her eyes glistening.  “Even villains can feel guilt.  And it’s pretty damn difficult not to feel guilt over all this.  For the past four years, I’ve been tellin’ myself all sorts of things.  You wouldn’t want kids.  You wouldn’t like kids.  You act tough and crass and brash because that’s who ya are all the way through. You don’t have a lick of the softness or kindness that would be necessary to raise children.”  Angie looked at Stan, her eyes bright with unshed tears.  “I knew all of those things were lies.  I’ve gotten to know ya pretty well over the years we’ve been fightin’.  But I could keep lyin’ to myself and keep that guilt away. Until I saw, firsthand, how monstrously false those lies were.”  A single tear broke free and traced its way down Angie’s cheek.  “I can’t keep ‘em away from ya no more.  It wouldn’t be right.”

              “Since when does a villain care about what’s right?” Stan asked.  Angie cocked her head and managed a watery smile.

              “Always, Stanley.  I always care about what’s right.  It’s just that what I consider right don’t always line up with what, say, the government considers right.”  She quickly rubbed her eyes.  “Now, we’ve got some things to figure out, but I reckon if yer able and willin’ to try to co-parent, I can do that with ya.”

              “Uh, yeah.  Obviously,” Stan scoffed.  Angie’s smile widened.

              “There’s that bluster I know so well.”  She cleared her throat.  “Would- would ya like to head to my place?  Maybe- maybe have a proper introduction to the girls?”  Stan beamed.

              “Hell.  Yes.”

              “Excellent.”  Angie got up from her chair.  “Oh, but one thing.”

              “What?” Stan asked.  He downed the rest of his coffee, which had gone cold, and stood.

              “I don’t plan on tellin’ my fam’ly that yer a hero.  Not yet, at least.  You fine with that?”

              “As long as you don’t tell my folks that you’re a villain.”  Stan held out his hand.  “Shake on it?”  Angie shook the offered hand.

              “But of course.”  She turned around.  “C’mon. I live nearby.”  Stan quickly caught up to her.

              “So, uh, your whole family is made of villains?” Stan asked.  Angie nodded.  “Even Fiddleford?”

              “Especially Fiddleford.”

              “Really?”

              “Oh, yes.  Let me tell ya ‘bout all the fancy colleges he got expelled from…”

#I spent a good chunk of yesterday and this morning working on this #I just. I couldn't really. stop writing. #but I think it turned out pretty good. if loooooong #Superhero/villain AU #Stangie #Stanley Pines #Stanford Pines #Fiddleford McGucket #Angie McGucket #Daisy McGucket #Danica Pines #Stangie Family #my writing #ficlet #speecher speaks

[thelastspeecher]

I got in a Spy AU mood randomly the other day and we actually talked a bit about it on the Discord and came up with some new things (that I think I will try to write a ficlet to introduce at some point).  And as I went through my Spy AU word doc, I realized that I had a decently fluffy scene written that I never posted.  It’s basically a follow-up to this.  Enjoy.

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              With some difficulty, Angie shuffled the bags of groceries around until she could open the door.  She stepped inside the house.  Immediately, she heard footsteps run towards her.

              “Mama!” Daisy shrieked, colliding with Angie’s legs in her excitement.  Danny followed her twin at a slightly more sedate pace.  “Mama! Uncle Fidds brought us a kitty!”

              “I heard,” Angie said calmly.  “I brought some things fer the kitty while he stays with us.”

              “Do we get to keep him?” Danny asked.

              “No, we’re just takin’ care of him until his home is ready,” Angie answered. Danny and Daisy pouted.  “He’s not ours, sweetlings, he’s someone else’s. We can’t keep him.”  Stan poked his head out of the nearby kitchen.

              “Hey, Ang.”

              “Hey, yourself.  If you want to put away the groceries, I’ll get food ready fer the kitten.”

              “On it.”  Stan walked over and took the groceries from Angie.  “By the way, he’s hiding somewhere.  I think he got sick of getting his whiskers pulled.”

              “He’ll show up,” Angie said confidently.  “Girls, go ahead and get back to colorin’ or whatever it was you were doin’.  Yer dad and I will call ya when dinner’s ready.”

              “Okay,” Danny said dutifully.  She and Daisy wandered off.

              “I think Ford already regrets deciding to stay here,” Stan said in a low tone.  “We can’t leave him alone in a room with the girls.  They’re too excited to realize he doesn’t like getting tugged on.”

              “I figured as such,” Angie replied.  She followed Stan into the kitchen.  “But other than bein’ subjected to our daughters’ enthusiasm, how’s he doin’?”

              “He hacked up a hairball on the living room rug, got tangled up in a ball of yarn, and fell asleep in my lap for fifteen minutes.  So I think he’s adjusting to being a cat pretty well,” Stan said.  Angie chuckled.  She dug out the canned wet food from one of the grocery bags, along with a small food dish.

              “Makes ya wonder if he was meant to be a cat all along.”

              “Well, Fiddlesticks said that whatever Ford got splashed with is supposed to reveal your inner self.  Or somethin’ like that.”

              “Ah.”  Angie opened the cat food.  Much like when she walked through the door, the response was immediate.  Claws sounded on the hardwood floor.  “Someone must smell their dinner.”  Angie felt something tug at her pants leg.  She looked down, expecting to see one of her daughters.  Instead, it was a kitten resembling a lion cub, with feathery wings on its back.  It clung to Angie’s clothes, staring up at her with wide eyes.  “Howdy.”  The kitten meowed.  “How are you, Stanford?”

              “If you must ask, I suppose that I’m fine,” Ford said, “but I need to ask, is that food mine?”  Ford looked at the can of food.

              “Yes, it is yours,” Angie said.  Ford meowed again and began to climb further up her leg.  “Wh- hey!  Don’t do that!”  Ford ignored her, continuing to climb.  “Stan? Some help?”

              “On it.”  Stan grabbed Ford.  “Ford, what the hel- heck?”

              “I’m hungry, of course!  I could eat a horse!” Ford moaned.

              “Using Angie as your own personal jungle gym won’t make your food get ready faster,” Stan said.  Ford hissed quietly.

              “Here, eat up,” Angie said, setting the food dish on the floor.  Stan carefully put Ford down.  Ford rushed over and began to eat voraciously.  “Slow down.  The food’s not goin’ anywhere.”

              “Feathers is eating!” a voice squealed.  Stan and Angie looked over.  Danny and Daisy were standing in the entryway to the kitchen, watching Ford with wide eyes.

              “Uh, what did you just call him?” Stan asked.

              “Feathers,” Daisy chirped.  “‘Cause he’s got feathers!”

              “Oh.”  Stan looked at Angie.  “I guess it makes sense for them to come up with something other than ‘the kitty’.”

              “I wanna play with Feathers,” Daisy announced, marching over to Ford. Ford stopped eating and watched her approach, his back arched, fur standing on end.

              “No, leave him alone,” Angie said.  She picked Daisy up.  “Would you like it if a giant kept pokin’ ya while ya tried to eat yer dinner?”

              “…No,” Daisy mumbled.

              “Exactly.  Let Feathers have a few moments of peace while yer father and I make dinner, okay?”

              “Okay.”  Angie set Daisy down.  She exited the kitchen with her twin, glancing back at Ford on her way out.

              “Sorry ‘bout that,” Angie said to Ford.  Ford didn’t respond.  He had resumed eating with gusto.  “Geez, if ya keep eatin’ so fast, you’ll-”  Angie blinked.  Before she could finish her sentence, Ford had successfully emptied his bowl.  “You were hungry, huh.”  Ford sat back on his haunches and nodded, his tail swishing idly.

              “Are you still hungry?” Stan asked.  Ford nodded again.  Stan looked at Angie.  “Should we give him more food?”

              “We have to be careful with cats.  They’ll eat themselves into obesity if ya don’t regulate their intake.” Angie frowned.  “But then again, Ford had a massive change today, which would definitely be drainin’, and kittens need enough food to grow.”  She chewed her lip, thinking.  After a minute, Stan prompted her.

              “So?”

              “Dry food,” Angie said decisively.  Ford’s tail drooped.  “We’ll give him dry food.”

              “Just because I’m a cat, you’ll feed me that?” Ford said.

              “Uh, yeah.  It’s what cats eat,” Stan said.  Ford glared at him.  Angie picked up the food dish.  While she poured dry food into it, Ford began to wash his face.

              “Okay, that’s adorable,” Angie said.  Ford huffed quietly, but continued to clean himself.  He paused, a strange expression on his face.

              “Shit,” Stan muttered.  “He made that face earlier.”  Ford wheezed loudly.  “Did you really lick yourself enough that you have to do this again?”  Ford wheezed twice more.  “Come on, Ford, don’t-”  With a loud hack, Ford coughed a hairball onto the flecked linoleum.  “Dammit, Ford.”  Ford mewed quietly.  Stan grunted in displeasure.  “Now I gotta clean it up.”

              “Use a paper towel, dear,” Angie said.  Stan nodded.  He grabbed a few sheets of paper towel from the roll on the counter.  When he knelt next to Ford to clean up the hairball, Ford let out another soft meow.  Stan looked at him.

              “You all right?” Stan asked.  Ford looked down.  “I’m not angry at you.  Cats can’t help coughing up hairballs.”  Ford meowed again.  Stan frowned. “You know you can speak English still, right?”

              “Today, it’s the most embarrassing thing I’ve done,” Ford muttered. “Coughing up two hairballs, not merely one.”

              “Oh.”  Stan paused. “You gotta do it, you gotta do it, right?  Same reason Angie got you a scratching post and a litterbox.  You’re a cat.  Cats do this stuff.”  Ford’s eyes widened.  “…You didn’t know Angie got you a litterbox.”  Ford shook his head.  “If you tried to use the pot, you’d fall in.”  Ford looked away.  “We’re gonna put the litterbox in the guest room, okay?  The girls don’t go in there ‘cause they think it’s haunted.  You’ll get some privacy.”  Ford looked pointedly at the hairball.  “Yeah, I can’t do anything about you hacking up hairballs in front of people.  You’ll have to figure it out on your own.”  Stan shrugged.  “Just hide when you feel like you’re gonna do it.”

              “I suppose I can try to run off next time.”

              “Exactly.”  

              “Here,” Angie said, setting down Ford’s food dish again.  It had a mixture of dry and wet food.

              “I thought it was just gonna be dry food,” Stan said.

              “It was, but then Ford was cute and sad,” Angie said.  Stan scratched the top of Ford’s head.  Ford started to purr.  

              “See?  Things are already looking up for the world’s nerdiest kitten.”

#there are a lot of things I have written up that I am surprised I didn't post #this is one of them. could've sworn I posted it. #anyways yes we worked on stuff with the Spy AU more in the Discord #and tbh if anyone wants to send some asks re: what all we worked on that would be rad #who knows how long it will take for me to get my shit together and write stuff up with it #Spy AU #Angie McGucket #Stanley Pines #Stanford Pines #Daisy McGucket #Danica Pines #Stangie Family #my writing #ficlet #speecher speaks

[thelastspeecher]

46 - Skies (maybe glowing alien!Gucks AU? How often do the kids want to go out flying when they're older? Does Angie? DO THEY END UP WITH CRAYON DRAWINGS ALL OVER THE CEILING?)

46. Skies

Uhhh this ended up a lot longer than I planned.  Sometimes I just can’t shut up.  And I wanted to write some fluff, since things are currently going down the drain.  So here are some flying glowing Gucks.  Enjoy.

Prompt List

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              Stan slapped a mosquito that hadlanded on his arm.

              “Damn bugs,” he muttered.  Fussing sounded from the baby carrier to hisright.  He quickly checked the infantnestled inside, Danny.  “Princess, youall right there?”  Stan held out hishand.  Danny grabbed his finger andgummed it excitedly.  “I get it.  You just wanted your chew toy.”  While Danny chewed on his finger, he watchedAngie pace back and forth on the lawn. “Babe?”

              “I’m goin’ to do it,” Angiemumbled to herself.  She clenched herhands into fists.  “I can do it.”

              “There’s nothing wrong with notturning into a giant bug and flying away,” Stan said.  Angie looked over at him.  “We’ve been perfectly fine so far with justbeing human.”

              “But I’m not human,” Angiesaid.  “Not fully human.”  She looked up at the night sky, filled withstars.  “Part of me has always been drawnto the skies, Stan.  Now I know why.  That’s where that part of me is from.”  Stan’s stomach churned.  “I know yer not that comfortable with all ofthis-”

              “That’s an understatement.”

              “-but I need to try.  If nothin’ else, it’ll help me make thingseasier on the girls when they get older. They’ll need to learn how to control their alien sides,” Angie pointedout.  Stan grunted, not willing to admitthat she was right.  “Okay.  I’m goin’ to do it now.  I’ll do it.” Stan watched with bated breath.

              Angie stood still on the grass,damp with dew.  She closed her eyes andleaned her head back, her posture relaxed. After a moment, a faint shimmer spread across her skin.  Immediately after that, color rippled overher features as her pale tone was replaced with a pulsating, faint pinkglow.  Her limbs, already slender, grewunnaturally thin, while her ears grew up and out until they resembled adeer’s.  Two feathery antennae sproutedfrom her forehead.  Angie opened hereyes, revealing that they had turned pure black.  The stars spilled across the sky reflected inher eyes.

              “Well, you turned bug, time tocall it quits,” Stan said brusquely. Angie looked over at him.  A chillran down Stan’s spine at her obsidian gaze.

              “No.”  The only good thing Stan could say about herother form so far was that her voice was the same.  “I need to try…”  Her pink glow became interspersed with alight turquoise.  “I need to try flying.”

              “Flying?  Ang, no!”

              “Ma can do it.  The girls can.”

              “They float, Angie.”

              “That’s flying.”  Angie looked back up at the sky.  “I need to try it, too.”  Stan pulled his legs closer to his chest,dread mounting.  Angie took a deepbreath.  She stared at the heavens asthough looking for an answer.  A momentpassed.  Then another.  Finally, right before Stan was about to tellher that they should definitely call it quits for the night, Angie rose off theground.

              “Fuck,” Stan swore softly,staring.  Angie’s feet hovered a fewinches above the tips of the blades of grass. Angie let out a joyful laugh, like bells chiming.  Her feet slammed back onto the lawn.  She promptly sat down.  “…You all right?”

              “Yes.”  Angie beamed up at the stars.  “I am.”

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              It was balmy summer evening.  Fireflies danced in the air.  Once again, Stan sat between two babycarriers on the lawn, watching Angie tap into her extraterrestrial side.  But this time, two others were doing the samething.  Stan adjusted his hold on Emmett,who was going through an incredibly fussy phase and wouldn’t calm down unlesshe was being held.  In contrast, Emorywas fast asleep in his carrier, not caring about anything happening around him.

              Wish I could be asleep rightnow.  Then I wouldn’t have to watch mykids turn into bugs.  Stan hadlearned quickly to keep his opinions about Angie’s alien appearance tohimself.  Not only did it upset Angie,but it upset Danny and Daisy, too.  Astime had passed, he’d gotten more used to Angie’s alien side, as well as hisdaughters’, but he couldn’t help preferring them in their human form.

              “Okay, girls, time to shift,”Angie instructed, already alien in appearance. Danny and Daisy, standing in front of her, quickly morphed.  Their skin glowed a faint gold, antennae sproutedfrom Daisy’s forehead, and Danny’s eyes turned a solid, milky white.  “Good work.”

              “Now we fly?” Daisy askedeagerly.  Stan grinned at the excitementin her voice.

              “Yup!” Angie chirped.

              “How?” Danny asked.

              “Close yer eyes and imagine whatit feels like to be weightless.  Like yerin a swimmin’ pool, just floatin’,” Angie instructed.  Danny and Daisy closed their eyes.  After a moment, they both began to lift offthe ground.  Danny opened her eyes,yelped, and fell back down.  Daisy,however, upon opening her eyes, soared higher. She did an excited twirl in the air.

              “This is great!” Daisy cheered.

              “Don’t drift off,” Stan saidquickly.  While Angie checked on Danny,Daisy flew over to Stan.  She landed infront of him.  “Hey, pumpkin.”

              “Dad, did you see?” Daisysquealed.  Stan nodded.  “I love being part alien!”  Daisy spun around, her sundress billowingaround her.

              “Yep,” Stan said in a tightvoice, his smile forced.

              “How’s my brothers?” Daisyasked.  She peered closely at Emmett, whostared back at his older sister.  “When’she gonna start glowing?”

              “I don’t know, sweetie, he-”  There was a flash of light.  Stan blinked away the afterimages and lookeddown at Emmett still in his arms.  “…Nevermind, I guess he’s gonna start glowing now.” A moment ago, Emmett had been a regular human infant, with thick browncurls and a large, distinctive nose. Those two traits remained the same, but he now looked anything buthuman.  Unlike Danny and Daisy, who had amixture of human and alien traits, Emmett was looked exactly the same as Angie’sbrother Lute, when he was in his alien form. Stan stroked Emmett’s bangs out of the way.  Emmett stared up at him with wide,pitch-black eyes.

              “Wowie zowie, he looks likeUnclute!” Daisy gasped.

              “…Yep,” Stan mumbled.  One of Emmett’s antennae twitched.

              “Sweetie, come back, you can lookat yer brothers later,” Angie called. Daisy looked over.

              “Ma, Emmett’s glowing!”

              “Is he?  Good fer him.”  Angie sounded pleased.  “But we can look at him when we’re done learnin’to fly, okay?”  Daisy sighed.

              “Okay.”  She skipped back over to Angie and hertwin.  Stan looked back at Emmett.  Emmett made a mewling sound and stretched oneof his minute hands out.  Stan’s heartsoftened.

              “Hey there, sport,” he whispered,holding Emmett more tightly against his chest. Emmett nestled against him and smacked his lips in a satisfiedmanner.  His antennae twitchedagain.  Stan kissed Emmett’s glowingforehead.  “Wanna watch yoursisters?  That’s gonna be you someday.”

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              Stan sat on the grass, ignoringthe damp dew soaking into his pants and the blades tickling him.

              I’ve really gotta mowsoon.  Or better yet, get Daisy to do it.  He watched sixteen-year-old Danny and Daisydo loop-de-loops in the air, glowing bright pink.  They’re in good moods right now.  I’ll tell her to do it later.  Angie was giving ten-year-old Emory andEmmett the same instructions she’d given Danny and Daisy when they startedflying.  Emory bounced on the balls ofhis feet excitedly, already in his alien form, which looked identical to hishuman one, with the except that he was glowing. Emmett, however, was still human, looking down at his feet, visiblydreading what was about to happen.

              “Now, don’t worry if it takes abit to kick in,” Angie said.  Herantennae twitched in the faint spring breeze. “Just keep tryin’.  If nothin’happens tonight, we try again tomorrow.”

              “I think we can manage,” Emorysaid proudly, puffing out his chest. Angie chuckled and ruffled his caramel-colored curls.

              “I know you can, sugar-cube.”  Angie looked at Emmett.  “Emmett, you ready?”

              “I think…I think I’m gonna go sitwith Dad,” Emmett mumbled.  Angieblinked.  “I don’t- I don’t feel good.”

              “Okay, but-” Angie started.  Emmett walked away silently and sat down nextto Stan.  Stan put a hand on his shoulder.

              “You all right there, sport?” heasked softly.  Emmett pulled his legsclose to his chest.  “C’mon, kid, talk tome.”

              “I don’t like being alien,”Emmett said quietly.  Stan stared athim.  “I’m already weird enough, since Igot twelve toes.  I don’t like that there’sthis other thing that makes me so different.”

              “You’re only a quarter alien.”

              “Then how come I look full alien?”Emmett asked.

              “That’s just how things worksometimes.  If I’ve learned one thingabout genetics, it’s that you can’t predict it as much as you think you shouldbe able to.”  Stan scratched hischeek.  “Of course, I learned that fromlistening to your mom and Uncle Ford talk about the alien thing, but still.”

              “I don’t like it.”

              “Yeah.”  Stan’s hand fell to his lap.  He chewed on the inside of his cheek,debating whether or not to tell Emmett.  Hetook a deep breath.  “I didn’t, either.”

              “What?”  Emmett stared at Stan.  “Dad, what do you mean?”

              “When we first found out about thewhole alien thing,” Stan said, waving a hand vaguely, “I didn’t like it.  Every time your mom turned alien in front ofme, I wanted to leave the room.  I hatedhow sometimes your older sisters looked like…” Stan glanced back at Danny and Daisy. “Don’t tell them this, but I said that they looked like bugs.”  Emmett’s jaw dropped.

              “But yer so casual about all ofit!”

              “It took a while before I couldbe casual,” Stan said.  “I didn’t wantany of this, I didn’t like it.”  Stantook a breath.  “But then I got used toit.  And after I got used to it, Istopped feeling so uncomfortable.  Andafter I stopped feeling so uncomfortable, I started liking how you kids lookwhen you’re all glowy.”  Stan ruffledEmmett’s hair.  “You being alien isn’t abad thing.  So what if it makes youweirder?  Is anyone in this familynormal?”  Emmett managed a small laugh.

              “I guess you’re right.”  Emmett took a deep breath.  Like when Angie transformed, there was aripple of color that passed over his skin as his human appearance was wipedaway.  In alien form, Emmett shifteduncomfortably.  He glowed a tense darkgreen.

              “Think you’ll take a stab atflying now?” Stan asked.  Emmett shookhis head.

              “I think I’ll just start bygetting used to the antennae.  It’s beena while since I’ve had them.”

              “No worries,” Stan said with ashrug.  “Take your time.  You can stay grounded with your old man.”  Emmett nodded silently.  Angie walked over.

              “Emmett, you ready to start flyin’?”she asked.  Emmett shook his head.  “That’s fine. When yer ready, just let me know. Emory ‘ll be happy to fly with ya.” Emmett nodded.  Angie turned toStan.  “Come with me, darlin’.”

              “…What?” Stan asked.  Angie grabbed his hand and pulled him up.

              “How’s that fear of heights ofyours?”

              “I don’t know how to answer that.”

              “Want to find out?” Angieasked.  She pulled him close.  Stan felt his feet leave the ground.  He looked down.  He and Angie were hovering a few inches abovethe lawn.  His stomach turned over.  He looked at Angie.  Her large, black eyes caught the lightemanating from her skin.

              I got used to Angie lookinglike this, I should be able to get used to heights.  I can always close my eyes if I need to.  Like he had when Angie first learned to fly,Stan quashed the churning in his stomach and grinned at Angie confidently.

              “Let’s do it.”

              “Gross, Dad,” Emmettmuttered.  Stan frowned at his son.

              “No flying, no opinion,” he retorted.  Emmett rolled his eyes.  Angie wrapped her thin arms around Stan’s torsoand rested her head against his chest, her antennae tickling his chin.  Stan returned the gesture, embracing her.  He closed his eyes as they ascended into thenight sky.

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