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Preparing the baby for her first nice winter❄️❄️
i swear to fucking god its a cycle
he popped up one day and i liked the post because "oh its cute yet terrifying"
only for more cat alastor to pop up causing me to like those posts
Someone please write about Cursed Cat Alastor!!
He’s so ugly but funny looking at the same time it’s cute! I want him lmao ❤️
i love this
FINALLY - SEC GEN SILLY SQUAD
Started this months ago and never fucking finished it until now. Anywho, here are the sillies and their kiddos some ten(ish) years or so after Mt. Tantiss.
They are my babies and I absolutely adore them. I had a love/hate relationship with coming up with their outfits. I'm the worst when it comes to designing outfits, but it was fun implementing the wave motif of the Pabu citizen's clothing into some of them :)
Anyways, without further ado, the silly squad families and a few things about them! Feel free to ask questions or anything about any of them :D
Guardians Family: The Yuns
Later down the line, Hunter and Jung get (platonically) married and are the last to do so within the squad
Before that, they adopt Mox and Sami into their family - with Mox taking after Hunter and Sami becoming a sort of padawan for Jung
After getting married, they adopt Huihana who was orphaned after her parents were sadly lost at sea
Huihana is half human and half Mirialan - with her name meaning "lily/lotus" in Māori and 'Hana' meaning "one" in Korean
Mox gets the Pantoran clan tattoos to match with Sami and Sami adds on some extra tattoos in honor of Jung
Hunter and Jung do emotionally adopt a lot of the kiddos around the island though and will usually have a duckling trail following them around
Jung starts to find his voice again and he takes it upon himself to help out and train any of the Force sensitive kiddos on Pabu
Hunter also becomes something of a teacher as well but more so with life/combat skills until Huihana comes into the picture and he becomes content with being a stay at home dad
Occasionally Mox will go with Omega to do Rebellion work every now and then, but he prefers staying and helping out where he can on Pabu
The kids call Hunter "Dad" and Jung "Seon"
Scompscope Family: The Cossas
Third of the squad to get married - as soon as they're able to take a break from Rebellion stuff they decide better late than never and that they deserve something nice like that
But before that, they unofficially adopt Deke after Echo takes him under his wing and Deke helps them out with Rebellion stuff
Later on, Viram and Echo have Tikan and Zisanu who aren't old enough to help out yet but want to
Rex is their godfather that they jokingly call "Grandpa" - Echo finds this hilarious, Rex does not
The boys are also known as "Dee," "Tee," and "Zee"
Tika[n] means 'Heavy' in Tsonga while Zisanu means 'Five' in Chichewa in honor of Hevy and Fives
Echo and Viram still do Rebellion work here and there whenever Rex needs them, but after awhile Viram starts to stay on Pabu a little more to spend time with her boys and eventually Echo does the same
Then on Pabu, Viram does work at the clinic while Echo helps were he can and still aids the Rebellion, albeit remotely
In his place though, Deke joins the rebellion and comes back every now and then with his cousins
The kids call Echo "Dad" and Viram "Ma"
Starburst Family: The Nultezes
Wrecker and Khea are the first to get married and spontaneously do so literally like a month or two after Tantiss
Itri is a Foundling that Khea adopted prior to reuniting with Wrecker on Pabu and also decides to adopt Stak as a Foundling as well (Look, having a clone and a Mandalorian as parents just means you're going to have a shitton of kids both human and furbabies)
Itri means route/way in Latin and also meaning "star" in Tamazight; which fits the star/starpaths/way motifs that stem from Khea's background
Marama and Maia are twins and Elio is the (current) youngest
Maia meaning "brave/confident" in Māori, Marama means "moon/bright" in Māori, while Elio means "sun" from Greek roots
They essentially run a little farm on the island with all of the pets they've adopted and their kids love to garden as well
Khea and Wrecker also run a little auto shop on the side and fix up things around Pabu to keep busy
Their home essentially becomes a sanctuary within the sanctuary that is Pabu; they welcome anyone and everyone and always have good food and a place to stay at their place
Stak helps out with the Rebellion alongside his cousins and Itri wants to do the same, though she's not quite old enough yet
The kids call Wrecker "Pa/Buir" and Khea "Buir/Amá"
TechPhee Family: The Genoas
Second of the squad to get married - after Tech recovers from everything, Phee makes sure that he doesn't get away from her again
Shortly after they have Vela (farsighted) and then Rangi (nearsighted)
Vela means "viligant/watchful" but it's also the name of a constellation taken directly from the Latin word for the sail of a ship (which is fitting considering Phee is a pirate and Tech and her are both phenomenal pilots)
Rangi means "Sky/heavens" in Māori (again, fitting that pilot thing)
Rangi is HEAVILY inspired by Mutant Mayhem Donnie and I would totally have Micah Abbey voice him as a voice claim
Vela absolutely loves cartography and topography while Rangi is a big fan of entomology and riot racing
They mostly live out of Phee's ship and call it home, but they do have a place to stay on Pabu whenever they visit
They're always bringing back cool stories and souvenirs from their travels for all their nieces and nephews/cousins
They're a family to be reckoned with, these kids are the best parts of their parents all mixed into one - their only weakness is losing their glasses and even then it's a momentary set back
Phee is still a liberator of ancient wonders, but now they more so help out with the Rebellion
The kids call Tech "Dad" and Phee "Mom/Ma"
Sharpshooter Family: The Marrs
Second to last of the squad to get married because Tay was taking too long to ask so Crosshair asked for him
Also they take a LONG time to adjust to a civilian life they're both reeling with the trauma of what they'd endured and the feeling of finally being free from "the machine"
Last ones to adopt though because Tay was always wary about kids but didn't have a choice when Crosshair came back one day with Akona-Mae after helping Echo out with a mission
Akona is a hybrid; she's half Nautolan and half Pantoran and was adopted when she was around 2 years old
The "Mae" part of her name comes from "May"Day in honor of the Commander while Akona means "to enthuse" in Māori
Akona is non verbal, she loves to bite, and her dads are both super protective of her while spoiling her rotten
Ignore the fact that she's a six-year old with a tattoo - her dad is Crosshair, okay?
Speaking of tattoo, she gets the usual "clan tattoo" that the Pantorans have to match Crosshair and Tay gets something similar as well
They're a family of fishermen with a place close by the shore/docks - Tay and Akona are both amphibious races so they really enjoy living on Pabu
Rarely, Akona will call Crosshair "Pa" and Tay "Apá" verbally but usually when she's addressing them she'll tap her tattoo for Crosshair and tug at her front two tendrils for Tay
To be completely honest with you, these are probably not the final drafts. I have an oc who is involved in Jung's story that I may or may not add to his family (depending on whether or not I kill off that character) and I've been slowly liking the idea of Wrecker and Khea being in a poly relationship with another OC but I haven't finalized a design for him, so until then it's just the two of them for now. Later on I'll probably add him to the family once I figure out what he looks like :)
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💫 Silly Squad Masterlist 💫 First Secgen Post
I have never been more dissatisfied with the finale of a TV show in my entire life. To all you Tech girlies: I’m so sorry. Although it won’t take the pain away, here’s a hug.
The writers ought to be ashamed of themselves, leading us on like that. How cruel can you be?
im gonna kms /j
CASSIE JUST SAID THAT IN THE FIRST BOOK OF THE BOOK OF TWP WE SEE THE DEATH OF A CHARACTER WE HAVE KNOWN SINCE THE FIRST THREE BOOKS OF THE MORTAL INSTRUMENTS!!!!!😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
DONT DO THIS TO ME IM NOT OKAY
pairings: kiara x fem!reader, jj x fem!reader
warnings: angst, unrequited love, shame around sexuality, MORE ANGGSST, sad kie:(, sad lesbian feels
SUMMARY, kie loves you.. but you’re not hers.
Kiara knows what it’s like to be loved by you.
She knows the warmth of your tights hugs, she knows the delightful scent of your perfume that, without fail, sends butterflies dancing with their hands tie into her stomach. She knows the late night conversations about anything and everything, she knows that concern you have from the people you love — all doe eyed and concerned with a pretty pout. She knows the compliments you give, the ones which make her feel weak in the knees. She knows the joyous, infectious tune of your laughter that she replays in her head when she’s sad. She knows it — knows you.
Kiara Carrera knows what being loved by you feels like.
But it’s not the type of love she wants to know.
Sometimes… sometimes, when she’s not in her right mind, she’ll watch you and JJ.. how you are with each other. She watches the way he pulls you into his lap constantly as though he always needs to be touching you (she doesn’t blame him), his arm wind around your waist and you look as happy as ever in his lap. She watches the soft kisses you each press to each others forehead. Watches the childlike giggling the can only be described as that of two teenagers hopelessly enamoured with one another.
The rest of the Pogues tease them all the time, jokingly disgusted with the PDA but they’ll turn their heads with smiles at the end of the day, knowing their friends are happy and in love.
Kie doesn’t feel that way.
It’s horrible of her — she knows, god, does she know. She’s had this argument with her stupid fucking brain so many times as she lay awake in the dead of night. You’re both her best friends, she needs to be happy for you. She should be. She is, even!
(She’s not)
Her heart cracks every time she watches the way you fall back into the embrace of the boy you love while she’s left pining for you. She mentally screams at the way you press kisses all over his faces and then finish at his lips while he’s looking up at you like you hung for fucking moon and sun. The smile that you wear upon even just glancing at him is enough to tear apart her broken and tattered heart — you never glance at her like that. You will never.
Kiara knows what it is to be loved by you: the both of you have been best friends since kindergarten.
She knows the sweetness to your soothing words that slow her rapidly pacing heart. She knows what you look like when you first wake up… she knows how you like your coffee, your favourite colour, your favourite flower! She knows the gentle or joking terms of endearment the leave you pretty, plush lips. She knows you at your worst and at your best and she loves it all. She loves all of you.
Sometimes… when she’s alone, not surrounded by the distracting tune of your laughter, she lets her mind trick her into thoughts of how JJ wasn’t good for you and she’d be better — she knows you better, loves you more.
Expect, when reality sets in, she knows she’s wrong. JJ is good for you. He knows you, he loves you. Worships you, really. Kiara knows the he knows all the things she does about you: your favourite song, your favourite drink, your favourite show. And, oh my god, she knows through and through just how well he treats you — if it’s not already fucking obvious from the way you are with each other — she has to heart it all the time, from the both of you.
JJ’s words alone she could’ve handled. She could listen to him dazedly ramble about how you good you looked in your bikini, how you made his heart flutter, how you smelt so good, whatever. She could listen to him, a small swirl of jealousy in her stomach but she was mostly dazed too — the both of them settling for dreamily gazing over at you, she could deal with that because she was thinking the same, she just couldn’t voice it.
But you… your words, she didn’t know how much longer she’d be able to handle them. The way you mumbled sentences weaved with nothing but pure love and adoration, the sweet echo of your voice pitched with admiration. It was normal though, you were best friends, of course you were telling her all of this. At sleepovers, when you both sat down in her bed and somehow he’d get brought up and you wasted no time gushing over him and telling Kiara about your moments together, all giddy and grinning with blushed skin.
She wanted to sob.
She wanted the ground to sallow her whole and spit her back into a world where you loved her how she loved you.
Kie doesn’t really remember the moment she knew that she loved you with everything she had in her.
She only remembers snippets of earlier memories from her childhood and (shock) most of them regard you. She remembers painting you silly little paintings of turtles or your favourite flower and singing off with a heart before giving it you the next day. She recalls all of the friendship jewellery, some of it long gone but the other half she still wears. She remembers going into the beach to help the baby turtles survive. She remembers the both of you going around picking up plastic and litter in general. She remembers the dressing up parties you had, both clad in outrageous princess dresses.
Later into her childhood, she remembers more. Her thoughts — feelings. Kiara thinks about the stories her parents used to read to her, the fairytales of a beautiful prince and her knight in shining armour, living happily ever after. She remembers thinking… princess and prince? Was it never a princess and princess? Could it ever be? From the stories she was read, it never ended up in such a way.
But she didn’t get it. As far as she was aware, you and her were both princesses. And… you were the only person she’d ever want to live out her happily ever after with.
(She never told anyone: scared of what they’d say as she defied normalcy)
Even as she grew older, into her adolescence, those feelings never went anywhere. She watched as you found your own princes (boys who didn’t deserve you, in her humble opinion). Her heart sometimes stopped at the thought of her happily ever after finding her own happily ever after… her own prince.
(What was wrong with her?)
The question plagued her constantly; she wished she’d never introduced you to the Pogues, she wished it was just you two still, she wished you’d look at her the same, she wished she could treat you… touch you like JJ does, she wished she could love you openly and unapologetically.
Sometimes… when she sat with her hand to her mouth to muffle her sobbing, laying alone in her cold room, she wished JJ could just disappear. That made her sob even louder, she loved him, he was her friend… but you, you were so much more to her.
You were her princess.
And…and JJ was your prince. You didn’t want a princess.
Kiara, in the past, wouldn’t call herself deluded by any means but now she was beginning to question it. She got trapped in her fantasies, in fabricated lies to ease the pain of her heart.
She liked to pretend now.
She liked to pretend that you did in fact feel the same about her. When the two of you lay snuggled up together, her heart banging erratically in her ears while you lay calm as ever.. she liked to imagine that you were equally as nervous, the you felt the spark against your bare skin in the way she did. She liked to pretend that when you looked at, your eyes were big and bright and full of romantic love — the expression you wore around JJ.
She liked to pretend that as you both lay on your side, hushed soft whispers of late night conversations slipping between you, eyes solely on one another… that you didn’t see her as a friend. She liked to pretend that as you glanced at her lips, to see what she was saying through the quiet of her voice, it was all because you felt the same. She liked to pretend that the sweet giggles and irresistible scent of you would become an every night thing — the princess and the princess finding solace in each other.
But, your solace was within your prince. Her friend. Someone she’d introduced you to.
Kiara Carrera knew unrequited love all too well and yes, the rumours are true, it is a bitch. A stone cold one.
I've just learned about villeroni and I'll be sobbing in my bed if anyone asks.
Being friends with act 1 Vi
*ﾟpairing: Vi x reader (Platonic)
*ﾟwarnings: Underage drinking, mention of vomit, kids doing stupid shit, description of injuries
*ﾟA/N: Some of these stories are stolen from friends 💀
Growing up in the lanes is dangerous but that doesn't mean you can't have fun
You, Vi, and her siblings are constantly doing stupid shit, once Mylo stole a box with fireworks and almost set himself on fire trying to light them
Powder is there to witness all the dumb shit, she never really engages but she's definitely just in the background
"How much money to chug this whole thing?" said Vi, gesturing towards a water bottle bigger then mylo's hair. She drank the whole thing in 20 seconds and nearly puked.
injuries, injuries, injuries, at least one of you is injured at any point and time, Vi once dislocated her shoulder trying to show off her parkour skills, she missed a jump and fell on her elbow, making a loud POP! sound echo throughout the quiet alley, you'd never seen her cry until that day
While Vi wins most Injured, Mylo takes the cake when it comes to stupid ideas.
In the same week he gathered an army of poro's and freed them onto the street a few days later he stole a mutated god knows what from a street vendor, it bit him so hard he was sure he lost a finger
Claggor may seem like the peacemaker but he is most definitely the one provokes others to do risky things
"I'll give you a bag of silver gears to make that jump. What do you mean you'll fall? Chicken."
When you're not out and about terrorizing the streets of zaun with your teenage antics, you're terrorizing each other In the basement of the last drop
Powder usually plays music while she works on her gadgetry, sometimes you find yourself humming to the catchy tunes but most of the time your yelling at Mylo to stop screaming the lyrics at the top of his lungs
"Wanna play nutball?" Mylo questions, tossing a full plastic bottle at Vi, she catches it with ease, "What?" "Sit on the floor, roll the bottle super fast and hope it doesn't hit your nuts" Violet snorted, "I don't have nuts asshole"
Despite that they played for a good 30 minutes, until Vi shoved the bottle a little too hard and basically paralyzed Mylo, he started whining so much Vander came down and the two of you tried to explain what happened through laughter and tears, your stomach hurt from cackling so hard.
Powder was always a sensitive kid so you tried your best to be gentle with her, but no amount of strength could've helped you hold back your laughter when the girl hissed at you like a cat when she was angry, Vi being used to it told her to cut it out but you were rolling on the floor dying.
Powder is a BEAST at arcade games, she spends hours hunched over the dusty screen strategically smashing the buttons while sticking her tongue out to focus, it's the one thing Vi can't beat her on but you? The both of you will go back and forth for days, desperately fighting for the number 1 spot, Vi got so tired of powder staying up to plan strategies and combos that she ripped the cord out the of the machine.
Just finished episode 6 of Arcane season two THINGS WERE GOING SO GOOD
I AM SOBBING, DYING, I CANT
GENERALLY THE FIRST PEICE OF MEDIA IN YEARS TO MAKE ME CRY THIS HARD
WHY DIDNT ANYONE WARN ME
And how Burt was literally pacing the conference room to think of a joke to tell Irving earlier 😭 😭 😭
IRV FINDING OUT BURT WAS DOWN BAD FROM THEIR VERY FIRST MEETING THAT BURT WAS JUST AS NERVOUS AS HE WAS AT THE START THAT BURT WANTED SO BADLY TO IMPRESS HIM AND EVERYTHING HE FELT FOR BURT WAS RECIPROCATED OHHHHHHH BIRVING NATION WE NEVER LEFT. WE NEVER LEFT
AUGH THIS IS SO CANNON IN MY MIND also ur art style is so silly 2 me
Consider this an apology for my last post and don't say I never did anything nice for u guys 🙄🙄 I based the comic off the poem in pic 4! I thought it was cute
Edit: APPARENTLY SOMEONE ALREADY MADE A FIC ABT THE EXACT SAME CHARACTERS WITH THE EXACT SAME POEM??? I swear it was a coincidence lmao, someone was nice enough to send me the fic so here it is for u guys!! It's a nice read I def recommend
IM NOT SOBBING YOU ARE O;AIHSEGOIHGEASGIHOKJ EXPLODINF YOU/VPOS
It’s the fact that I’ll never get over the bbc Merlin final
My talk with Andrea, a 7 year old transgender sweetheart
Today I got to skype with Andrea, this precious 7 year old trans girl. She’s my friends cousin and she never got to speak with another trans woman before. When we started the first thing she says is “you have pretty hair” and we started talking about being a girl.
The first thing I asked her is i said “have u ever spoken to another trans girl?” she didnt know what trans meant she was like “ummmmm….i don’t know” in her adorable high pitched voice so i said “me and you are trans girls sweetheart bc we were boys at first’ (i dumbed it down cuz shes 7) and then she said “well being a trans girl is cool!” and I told her “yeah it is!”
I asked her about her family and she told me her parents love her so much ^_^ she said her mom bought her dresses and her sister is gonna teach her make up and she was so happy I could tell how wonderful her family was.
She told me about how other kids she knew bullied her about her gender and I started to tear up and I told her “you don’t have to listen to those people. You’re such a beautiful girl and you’re gonna grow up to be so pretty and so happy I promise” and she made me pinky swear so I did bc she’s perfect and cute.
When the call came to an end she told me she to be like me when she grows up and i started fucking sobbing and she asked why i was crying and i told her “I’M SO PROUD OF YOU” and she said she was proud of me too.
This is what every young trans girl deserves. Trans girls deserve to be trans girls no matter how old they are. Andrea is being given so much love and that’s exactly what little trans girls deserve.
Protect trans girl children. Protect them with everything in your power. Do all you can to make sure these angels grow up to be happy and loved. They’re so vulnerable to this horrible transmisogynist hellhole - protect them please. They all deserve to be happy and beautiful women.
why do baby seals look like they're on the verge of tears constantly. they legit have NO reason to be that upset.
Did i already tell you how much my baby niece likes your art? She's almost 2 and likes Ford because i have the plush of him. Today when she wanted to see ford i showed her a bunch of your art and she kept saying 'aawww. Cute'
oh my gosh that's SO SWEET!! that's such a wonderful thing to hear as an artist. the idea of having the silly things I draw shared among peers and family is such a comfort. I hope you and your baby niece are doing well!
heres a ford I did in a couple minutes. his head is empty with no thoughts but that's okay
Glimpses of the past
Design by:
Sun Jae Lee, Alex Chechik, Janine Chang,
Paint by: Jeffrey Thompson, Matthias Bauer, Samantha Kallis
Art Directed by Ian Worrel
And so, the moment I’ve all been waiting for! I’ve finished coloring this comic, and I am going to post it right now.
Head canon: Stan and Ford have bunk beds, like on the ship as well as in the shack.
When they come back from sailing at sea for almost a year, they've gotten used to their sleeping arrangements; it reminds them a lot of when they were kids. It's comforting to know their brother is just above/below them.
So when they come back for the summer and they are in different rooms, it doesn't bother them at first; they actually think it's good not to listen to 'Stan's snoring' or 'Ford's scribbling' for once... but after they get everything set up and it's time for bed, neither of them can sleep; they just stare blankly at the ceiling.
At first both of them don't know why; they both toss and turn. Ford starts reading to see if that could tire him out, but it doesn't work. Stan starts counting smuggled pugs over the border; that doesn't work either...
"What if he has a nightmare?" Stan thinks to himself.
"Is Stanley having a hard time sleeping too?"
"What if he needs me?" They both think in unison.
Ford gets out of bed right away and grabs his pillow to go to Stan's room.
Stans was a bit hesitant at first till he heard a knock on his door, so he opened it, and it was Ford standing there like a kid who had just come to pester his parents after a bad dream.
"Having trouble sleeping too, eh, Sixer?"
"Yeah, I can't get to sleep. Is... is it ok if I sleep with you tonight, Stanley?"
Stan has a big dopey smile on his face. "No problem at all, Pointdexter."
For the rest of that night, Stan and Ford sleep peacefully, hugging each other (platonically!).
The next day Ford buys a bunk bed for the shack and builds it with his brother.
grunkle ford's totally scientific solution to anxiety
shoutout to @thefallenangel2008 for letting me use her prompt!! :D
cw: anxiety & panic attacks, light hurt/comfort
word count: 2585
It was a secret to no one that Dipper Pines was anxious. Anyone who had met the almost teen could tell how much anxiety he dealt with on a day to day basis. How he overthought every word he said, every move he made, even how he breathed, trying desperately to make a good impression on anyone he met. The idea of screwing up any interaction terrified him, frequently leading Dipper to spiral into a panic attack.
Dipper had tried anything and everything to help manage his anxiety, but nothing ever seemed to work. Taking deep breaths, the 54321 method, journaling, walking through nature, etc., and none of it ever worked. He just learned to live with it.
But of course, just when Dipper thought his anxiety had finally become manageable, something had to throw a wrench in that and screw it up for him.
Now, this wasn’t a bad wrench, quite the opposite, actually. Dipper had another great uncle. Not just any great uncle, no, the author of the journals. The mythical hero he had so many questions to ask if he ever had the chance. The hero he thought he’d never get to meet, just to find out he was related to the author of the journals. And he was so much cooler than he could have ever imagined!
Dipper’s anxiety was working overtime, not wanting to make himself look like an idiot in front of his idol. Just when he had gotten comfortable around his Grunkle Stan and had started to form a bond with him, helping his anxiety lessen at home, he started living with his hero. Now, even at home, he was overthinking everything he did, wanting to impress his Great Uncle Ford with how ‘grown’ he was for his age.
Everything had been going perfectly. Dipper hadn’t made a fool of himself in front of his hero yet, and he hadn’t planned on starting now. But alas, the universe had other plans.
Dipper had been rereading the third journal for what felt like the 100th time when Ford had come into his and Mabel’s shared room, asking if he wanted to help with his latest experiment. He immediately agreed, excited for a chance to prove himself to his great uncle. It was a relatively simple experiment; they were going to find two different anomalies in the forest and see how they interacted.
Studying all the anomalies in the strange town of Gravity Falls had been one of Dipper’s favorite pastimes of that summer. He was so excited to learn more about the weirdness of the town and have a chance to impress his great uncle! This had been the opportunity Dipper had been waiting for!
After getting the supplies they needed from the lab, Ford and Dipper began their journey into the woods.
During the walk, pleasant, mindless conversation filled the air. Dipper and Ford had been talking about what creatures they were hoping to find for the experiment when suddenly a loud noise filled the air.
Ford immediately pulled his great nephew behind him, grabbing his gun as he did so. Simultaneously, Dipper frantically searched for the source of the noise, reaching for the third journal to look for anything that could explain the commotion.
“What was that?!” Dipper yelled in a panic. He still hadn’t found the source of the sound or an explanation in the journal. The noise hadn’t repeated itself, but the ground was rumbling beneath both their feet, growing stronger by the second.
Ford yelled, “I’m not sure, I can’t see anything. Stay behind me!,” pulling his great nephew further behind him to shield him from whatever was coming towards them.
“I can’t find anything in the journal about what the noise could be! Great Uncle Ford what do we do?” Dipper asked frantically.
“Stay calm! Everything will be alright Dipper, just keep calm.”
To his credit, Dipper was trying his best. This was far from his first run in with a dangerous magical creature, but it felt different now that he was with Ford. He felt small and in the way.
Interrupting Dipper’s self-deprecating train of thought, a giant monster came crashing through the trees where Dipper and Ford were. The two researchers took a moment to look at the creature. It was as tall as the forest, with trees for limbs, and its body was covered in moss.
A few moments of silence passed before being broken by a yell from Ford. “Steve?!”
“What?! You know that thing?”
“I’ve studied him before, he ate my car and threw a deer at me!”
“He ate your car?! And threw a deer at you?!” Dipper gawked.
“Yes, it’s a long story. Watch out!-” Ford cut himself off. The tree monster began to walk towards them, staring intently at Dipper.
Ford noticed the monster focused on his great nephew and quickly shoved him out of the way. He took a couple steps forward, pointing his gun towards the monster. Ford wasn’t quite sure what to do. Normally he would have reacted much more quickly, fighting the monster or running or anything but his great nephew was there. He could be seriously hurt if he did the wrong thing. Ford had to protect Dipper.
Meanwhile, Dipper was thinking of what he could do. He hadn’t heard of Steve, he wasn’t in any of the journals he had read, he knew absolutely nothing about this thing in front of him. All Dipper knew was that there was a giant, hostile monster in front of him and his Great Uncle Ford and neither of them were doing anything. Suddenly, he had an idea. A very dumb and reckless idea, but an idea nonetheless, and any plan sounded better than waiting for Steve to act.
Dipper suddenly ran out in front of Ford, yelling and waving his arms. “Hey, Steve! Come and get me!”
As soon as the words left his mouth he was sprinting as fast as he could. Dipper had no idea where he was going, what he was doing, or really anything at all. The only thought in his mind at that moment was ‘run’. Get this thing away from Great Uncle Ford.
Dipper kept running for what felt like ages, Steve following close behind, until he made the stupid decision to look behind him. He tripped over a raised tree root, body flying through the air momentarily before crashing painfully on the ground. Dipper quickly rolled over onto his back, pulling himself away from Steve as quickly as he could to avoid being crushed.
The tree monster roared at the child, angered at being bothered in his home by Dipper and Ford. Steve bent over to pick Dipper up in his rough, bark covered hands before pausing mid motion. Confused, Dipper looked around for what could have caused the creature to stop.
Behind the tree monster, Dipper saw Ford standing there with his arms still raised, gun in hand pointing at Steve. The creature slowly began leaning forward, falling in Dipper’s direction. Ford quickly ran towards his great nephew, pulling him out of the way only seconds before Steve collapsed onto the ground.
Both the researchers let out a shaky breath. They took a second to process what had just happened before Ford began speaking.
“What in the world was that?! You could have been seriously hurt, Dipper! You almost died! You had no idea what that thing was capable of and you antagonized it?! That was incredibly dumb of you to do! If I hadn’t been here to shoot him with a tranquilizer, who knows what could have happened!”
Ford continued ranting, not noticing his great nephew’s breathing progressively getting more and more shallow and quick. This had been exactly what Dipper had been afraid of! He was just trying to impress his great uncle and get them out of that situation and he made everything worse. Ford was right; Dipper really had almost died. He had to rely on his great uncle to get him out of a situation he had created instead of just listening to him. Ford could have been hurt too! It had been stupid of him to think he could have actually helped Ford instead of getting in the way. He was nothing but a small, pathetic, in the way kid who was nothing but a pest and would never live up to Ford’s legacy and he should have never tried to help and-
“Dipper! Breathe, son. I’m sorry for yelling, that wasn’t acceptable. I- I was just so worried.”
The younger nodded, trying to take deep breaths only for his breathing to quickly become labored again. Dipper couldn’t breathe, his chest hurt so bad- stupid binder crushing his ribs- he swore his heart was going to pound out of his chest.
Ford was wracking his brain for anything that could help Dipper. He really hadn’t meant to make his great nephew’s anxiety worse, he was just worried and apparently had a difficult time expressing that. Dipper had almost died in front of him and it would have been all his fault if such a tragedy had happened.
Suddenly, Ford remembered something from when he was first beginning to live in and research Gravity Falls. For the first few months (realistically the first year) of investigating the odd town Ford had his fair share of panic attacks. Accidentally running into or even purposefully searching for the anomalous creatures was not for the faint of heart.
Ford quickly reached into the bag full of supplies he had brought with them and rummaged through it, searching for a specific item. After a few moments of frantically moving objects around, he finally found what he was looking for…
His harmonica!
“Dipper, hold this against your mouth.”
“W-what?”
“Please, just trust me.”
Dipper slowly held a shaky hand out towards Ford. The older gently pressed the harmonica into his great nephew’s hand, smiling at him as he grabbed it. Dipper held it, hand still shaking and breathing still shallow and fast, before bringing it to his mouth.
The sudden noise made Dipper jump, jerking the small instrument away from him. He had no idea what his great uncle was on about, there was no way he was being serious. Ford had to be messing with him. He definitely fell for another joke at his own expense. Dipper just couldn’t believe Ford would be so cruel after everything they had gone through together-
“Son, please. I know it makes no sense, but I assure you it works.” Ford reassured his great nephew. He couldn’t believe it himself when he had first been told to try. It seemed preposterous but it truly did work.
After a few moments, Dipper finally gave a small nod. He once again slowly moved the harmonica to his mouth with shaky hands. He jerked away from the sudden, loud noise again before holding the small object there.
Loud, rapid harmonica noises filled the air, startling Dipper at first, he quickly grew accustomed to them. The harmonica began making short, silly noises in time with his quick breathing. After a few moments of the sounds, Dipper’s breathing turned from short, hollow breaths to more full, controlled breaths before being overtaken by a new sound.. laughter.
The dark, empty forest quickly went from being filled with anxious thoughts and shallow breathing to light, childlike giggles. Ford let out a sigh of relief.
“H-hohow did youhuhu figure that ohohout?” Dipper questioned through his laughter. He’d never had anything, or anyone, stop his panic attacks as quickly and effectively as that.
“Personal experience. You learn to experiment with more than just odd creatures when you live here for long enough.”
Dipper didn’t respond, continuing to quietly giggle to himself. He held the harmonica to his mouth again, laughter growing louder as the silly sounds returned.
“C’mon, Giggles. You can continue playing with the harmonica on the way back to the house. I’m not sure how long that tranq dart will last and I’d prefer to not have another run in with Steve.”
Ford helped Dipper off the ground, quickly checking the boy for any injuries from his fall. Upon not finding anything past a few scrapes, they both began the walk back to their home.
After a few moments of walking with just Dipper’s giggles and occasional harmonica noises filling the air, he spoke again. “I really am sorry, Great Uncle Ford. I didn’t mean to get us into that mess, I just.. didn’t know what else to do. Seeing you frozen with that monster in front of you, I moved before I could even really think about it! I know I was totally irresponsible and dumb for that, but I’d rather me get hurt than you.”
“No, no- I’m sorry, Dipper. I should never have made you even feel the need to protect me. You’re my great nephew, I’m supposed to be the one protecting you, and yet you saved me today. If you hadn’t acted as quickly as you did, I’m not sure what would have happened. And yes, I would much rather you not put yourself in a life or death situation with a tree monster, but I’m proud of you for thinking so quickly on your feet. You didn’t freeze like I did, and I’m supposed to be the adult researcher here.
And I definitely should never have spoken to you like that. I.. I was so worried that I wasn’t going to get to you fast enough, or not be able to do anything when I did. I lashed out, and that was unacceptable. I’m so sorry, Dipper.”
“I- thank you, Grunkle Ford.” Dipper responded, eyes welling with tears. His idol was.. proud of him? He had saved both of them?
“Dipper, I’m sorry, did I say something wrong? God, I made you feel worse, didn’t I? I know I’m not the best with words, but I-” Ford began to speak again in a panic, being cut off suddenly by Dipper throwing himself at the older man for a hug.
Dipper wrapped his arms around his great uncle, crying again. However, this time it was happy tears. He hadn’t realized how much he needed to hear those words until that moment.
Ford froze for a second before hugging his great nephew back. He wasn’t the best with children, or a big fan of physical affection, but he’d gladly make an exception for his great nephew.
After a few more moments of happy tears and sappy hugs, Dipper and Ford continued their walk back. It felt like a new, closer bond had been formed in the forest that day. One more familial and less clinical.
The walk back to the Mystery Shack went by quickly, with mindless conversation about anything and everything filling the air. They talked about everything from their favorite characters in Dungeons, Dungeons, and More Dungeons to their favorite movies to funny stories about their respective twins.
By the time the pair returned home, it was almost nighttime. Despite the long day they had, and how exhausted the two were, they spent the night in the living room continuing to talk. Dipper and Ford chatted for hours, only stopping when they both fell asleep on the couch together deep into the night.
Despite the rough start to it, Dipper and Ford were both grateful for the unexpected opportunity to bond with the other.
(Plus, the added knowledge of how to stop Dipper’s panic attacks was a bonus.)
Ford's favorite place to be in Gravity Falls was the lake, solely because it reminded him of his brother and their childhood.
Some 30 years later Stan went fishing at that same lake and named his boat after the one they had built together .
Just two sentimental and very lonely brothers who missed each other so terribly.
This storyboard means everything to me
I can certainly try! Sorry they’re just sketches but this got really long and its been a few hours since you sent this ask! Hope you’re still awake by now