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yourfavealbumisgender · 7 months
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High Noon Over Camelot by The Mechanisms is Transgender!
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Happy autistic boy swag sunday! Can’t stop drawing Marius. Won’t stop drawing Marius.
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fluentisonus · 1 year
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marius: trying to prevent a crime
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batrachois · 3 months
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Compiling a few of Amis Polaroid to revive an old project… who should I do next?
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teethingpains · 2 months
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Angel on the street corner
"You must me freezing out here." He takes off his red coat and wraps it around his shoulders, "There, that's better."
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☆Commissions open!☆
With updated prices and examples and "will do - might do - won't do" list. It's worth a look cause things changed.
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Me when I get voice dysphoria and am scared my voice is too high pitched and feminine but the part I can sing best in les’mis is javerts-
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actualbird · 6 months
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ppl here are way too comfy being mean to x readers and self insert fic writers. i love you x readers and self insert fic writers, keep on writing what you love.
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nightcolorz · 5 months
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pick a tvc character and give them a new gender and or sexuality
if I could change anyone’s gender or sexuality I’d make Lestat a cishet Cookie Monster pjs trashy 2000s alt girl can I get an amen hallelujah. I considered going oOh I’d make uh uh Daniel molloy a butch lesbian!! Or ummm tehe I’d make Gabrielle transmasc 🥺❤️ But that wouldn’t be changing shit so. 🍪
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sovengardeswag · 1 year
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The Pines Files
After the events of Weirdmaggeddon, Dipper and Mabel are contacted by the SCP foundation and join the ranks. The adventure never ended, it just took a different turn. And now, years later, they're back to Gravity Falls, aka SCP-████. And it is up to them to investigate the ever-growing mystery behind the town and protect the most dangerous and important SCPs there are and face their past.
Chapter Two: All Around Me Are Familiar Faces
The good thing about being conscripted as a child was that Dipper didn’t need to be debriefed about where Gravity Falls was. He could just pack his stuff up, talk to his landlord, and head out. And that’s exactly what he did, packing just about everything he owned into a Uhaul, his testosterone in a cooler on the front seat to be safe. The trip to Gravity Falls was gonna be a bit of a long haul, unfortunately, but what was more American than taking an overly long road trip for a new job?
And to be honest, with the exception of a mixup at one of the motels and a lackluster lunch in Portland, the trip itself had been largely uneventful. The thirty-five-hour drive from Site-19 to Gravity Falls had been broken down into 10-hour drives, with sleep and meals in between of course. All in all, it took about three and a half days to do it, more or less.
But with all the drive time, even with the radio on, it gave him time to think. He hadn’t been to Gravity Falls in over two years, and Site-19 wasn’t exactly close; if he wasn’t taking all his stuff with him, he would have flown. That wasn’t to say he didn’t keep in touch however, he absolutely did. But he hadn’t seen the place in so long. It was bound to be different, wasn’t it?
And then it was the fact that it wasn’t his supervisor or even Dr. Casper who reassigned him. It was Dr. Bright. Head of personnel himself. There had to be a bigger reason to send him home than just potential. He figured that it was his experience with the site both during and after Weirdmaggedon, but was that really all there was to it? Why not assign him to Gravity Falls in the first place? It was honestly setting off his paranoia. What if there was some important assignment he had somehow missed in the paperwork?
It wasn’t until he was almost there that he remembered what the forms said. He hadn’t seen anything about a secret or a vital mission in those papers he signed. He’d probably be doing standard experimentation. Maybe even stuff he’d been doing ever since he was a kid. It could even be considered a well-earned break after working those five years at site-19.
But had he really earned it? He worked for three years in the anomalous objects department before working in the department of spectral anomalies. Plenty of people got way less after dealing with way worse. All MTF operatives got was a trip to the duck pond.
All Mabel got was a trip to the duck pond.
Best to not think about it.
When he finally arrived at Gravity Falls though, he found that not much had changed, Greasy’s was still there, the used car lot was still there- though it was clear Bud had retired- and no one seemed to move away. If anything, the little town had grown ever so slightly in the time he was gone. He wondered how much of it was foundation personnel and their families, and how much was just regular growth.
The real surprise though was when he arrived at his new building. Sure, he’d told his family where the apartment was going to be and he knew they’d be there to help him move in. What he didn’t expect was to be tackled as soon as he got out of his car and to hear a yell, “OH MY GOD, DIPPER, YOU’RE HERE!” Strong arms squeezed around him, damn near cracking his spine.
“Mabel!” He wiggled out of her grip just a little bit, the smile never leaving his face as he looked at his twin. “I had no idea you were in town! How long have you been here? Did work give you vacation time?”
“Nope! I’m here full-time! For like a month now!” She finally let him go.
“Wait, really? Why didn’t you say anything?”
“Cause you said you were coming like a week after I showed up! So I wanted to surprise you!” She ruffled his hair.
“ACK!” He got away from her again, not wanting his hair to look any messier. “Come on, let me just get inside.”
Just as he expected, it was more than just Mabel there. Soos, Wendy, Melody, and his Grunkles. They even had a few bags with them. Housewarming stuff no doubt.
“Sorry if there was a wait guys, I had some trouble at a motel a couple of states back.”
Wendy went to mess up his hair, just as Mabel had before, Dipper batting her off as well before she high-fived him, “It’s fine dude, we haven’t been waiting long. What chu been up to?”
“Just a lot of work, getting ready to come on over here, what about you?”
“Just kicking ass!”
“Hell yeah!”
Then came a sudden and tight hug from Soos, “Dude it’s been way too long!” Melody then put a hand on his shoulder, telling him, “Yeah, it was like you disappeared off the face of the earth.”
Dipper laughed, telling them, “Yeah, I’m sorry, I should have made the time. But hey! I live here now, we can see each other whenever.” He looked around and noted the distinct lack of a small child clinging to his leg. “Hey, where’s Ernesto?”
“Oh dude, he’s at camp, remember?”
“Already?”
“Yeah, school let out a couple of days ago, you just missed him yesterday,” Melody clarified.
“Augh, I should have packed up sooner.”
“It’s alright, dude, Ernesto gets that he’ll see you when he gets back. Plus, you’ll live here! You can just show up whenever!”
“Yeah yeah, that’s enough small talk! Get over here ya little goober!” Stan pulled Dipper in for a hug and a clap on the shoulder. “How’s Detroit been?”
“Site 19 isn’t in Detroit, Stanley.”
“It's in Michigan either way.”
“It’s been nice actually. Way too cold in winter though.”
“That sounds about right, the great lakes region is known for being quite punishing.”
“Yeah, you don’t need to tell me twice. How was this year's trip?”
“Oh, it was great! I punched a Kraken in the face! And Ford here met up with his ex again.” Stan elbowed Ford, who couldn’t help but smile.
“I do admit that it was surprising to see Armand again after all these years. Especially when Stanley nearly jumped into the water after hearing his song.”
“Come on, let’s take the yapping upstairs,” Mabel interjected. “We haven’t even seen Dipper’s apartment yet."
The apartment itself wasn’t huge, just a regular one-bedroom. But there was a lot of stuff to bring up. The camera setup, all of Dipper’s dishes, even an aquarium, though it was currently devoid of both fish and water.
“Oh, dude, I didn’t know you kept fish!” Soos said.
“Oh, I don’t. I bought it back in January but I got slammed with work right after, so I never filled it. That’s gonna change though, I wanna start keeping tetra maybe.”
Mabel almost jumped at the chance to tell him, “Oh! You’ll be heading to Grenda’s then! Tell her I said hi!”
“Woah, Grenda’s living ing Gravity falls again? I thought she moved to Austria after she got married, or did something happen?”
“Come on, man, don’t be a downer,” Wendy ruffled his hair, “she and Marius just split their time. You really gotta keep up around here.”
“Right, I shouldn’t have assumed.” And with that, they continued the setup. With the aquarium right across from the couch, so Dipper could look at his fish as he relaxed. Once everything was set up, Dipper ordered pizza.
“Okay, so, we’re getting pepperoni and cheese and chocolate syrup for Mabel.”
Stan shuddered, thinking aloud as he said, “I don’t understand how you can eat some of that stuff, kid.”
Ford shrugged, “Honestly it doesn’t sound too bad.”
Mabel laughed a bit, telling them, “I just have better tastebuds than you guys.”
“More like way weirder tastebuds,” Wendy cracked.
“Sometimes I just think you’re making up how much you like that stuff just to mess with us,” Melody commented lightheartedly. And she further remarked, “It’d be a pretty hardcore prank, to be honest.”
“Honestly, I used to be way worse when I lived on-site and had to eat in the cafeteria. I would just go to the different stations and just put whatever was there on my tray and see what happened. But, like, I don’t do it all the time, I can eat normally.”
“I mean, you are pretty hardcore,” Dipper commented. “One time on site-19, I tried to replicate Mabel Juice for old time’s sake and almost got sent to the hospital.
That got a bit of a laugh and they spent the rest of the afternoon like that. Talking, catching up. Dipper could have honestly spent his whole life like that. Away from the stresses of testing, watching Mabel commit crimes against food.
When it was time for everyone to head out, Dipper bid them all goodbye and found that he had gotten a text on his phone from Ernesto.
“Did you make it home ok Uncle Dipper?”
Dipper smiled and texted back, “Yeah, your mom and dad came by to help, wish I’d shown up earlier bud.”
“Yeah, I wanted to help! 😫
But you’re still gonna be here at the end of the summer right?”
“Don’t worry bud, I won’t be moving for a long time. When you get back, I’ll have something super cool to show you!”
“Really? What is it?”
“It’s a surprise 🤫”
“I’ll just ask grandpa Stan then lol.”
Well, that settled it, there was no time to wait. He would need to get fish for both himself and Ernesto in the morning
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Mason didn’t have any dreams when he slept. There was no alarm in the morning either. He even made himself an omelette with cheese and mushrooms; thank god for Wendy bringing the groceries; and got his T-shot done quickly when normally he was a bit precious about it. He felt good about unhitching the U-Haul and driving through town.
It wasn’t hard to find Grenda’s shop. Past the used car lot/psychic’s shop, next to the laser tag place and replacing the dance studio. On the way, it let him see just how many people moved here. He wondered which were loggers and which were agents. He was pretty sure the super tall redhead in flannel who looked like a Cuordoroy was a lumberjack, and the lady picking up a coffee from Greasy’s who had sunglasses and an earpiece was without a doubt an agent, but with others, it was hard to tell. Though he was sure he would find out in time.
When he got to the shop, he found that it was, quite predictably, called Grenda’s Pet Emporium. The sign itself was even pink and the lettering was done in a cursive font, perhaps more appropriate for a hair salon or dog groomer than for a full pet store. But that wasn’t any of his business. As Dipper walked in, he found that the place made use of the dance studio space to create a huge floor, showing off both the supplies and pets. And then he heard it.
“Guten tag!”
Dipper looked to the cash register and saw Marius with a smile and his hair tied back. The young baron looked like he belonged there, oddly enough. Perfectly comfortable in a pink polo and khakis. “Marius? You work here?”
“Ja! When Grenda and I are here at least. It’s relaxing and the people are polite enough, though they ask many questions. And I get to spend time with mein lovely wife and all these little animals.”
“That does sound like a nice gig. Is Grenda here by the way?”
“She is! Just wait for a moment!” With that, he headed into the back, returning with Grenda.
“Dipper! You moved here already?” She gave him a hug that absolutely cracked his spine.
“Y-yeah! I just got in yesterday! Mabel says hi by the way.” It was good to see Grenda hadn’t changed since he last saw her. Still the affectionate woman who’d befriended his sister all those years ago.
She soon let go of him, asking, “So, what brings you here? Besides saying hi, I mean.”
“Oh, I actually came to buy some fish and supplies. I already have a filled tank so I just need some water conditioner, a heater, and some decorations.”
“What species were you thinking of,” asked Marius.
“I was thinking maybe tetras, but honestly, as long as it’s fresh water and won’t eat other fish, it works for me.”
“That’s great, 'cause we’ve got a bunch of tanks that I just stocked.” And so she led Dipper to the aquatics section. And she wasn’t kidding about the selections. She had tetras, suckers, goldfish, and more. All with meticulous care guides seemingly written by Grenda herself. Tellingly, she had no bettas in sad little cups. He was honestly pretty impressed and feeling almost serene watching so many fish.
That was immediately shattered when he heard, “Well, well, well, if it isn’t Pine Tree home after all this time.”
Dipper nearly jumped at it, almost in disbelief. It couldn’t be, could it? He looked in the direction of the voice and saw a tank with only one resident. A yellow axolotl that was missing an eye. And though axolotls couldn’t make faces, Dipper could have sworn this one looked smug. “No, it can’t be,” he muttered to himself. He must have been going crazy.
“But it is, Pine Tree. Did you miss me? It’s been what, 18 years? You’ve really grown up, huh? At this rate, you’ll be a corpse soon. Speaking of, how’s Fordsy?”
Dipper blinked. What the hell? Was this axolotl even real? Dipper turned to Grenda and asked, “Hey, what’s this guy’s story?”
Grenda looked in the tank and, much to Dipper’s relief, rolled her eyes at the water dog, “Ugh, this guy. He’s an absolute nightmare is what he is. We tried breeding axolotls and when the first clutch hatched, this guy ate all his siblings! Even lost an eye in the process! And now he just lives here, acting all creepy and junk.”
Marius shuddered, “I still remember all the little gills.”
“And they were absolutely delicious.”
So Dipper definitely wasn’t going insane, but why couldn’t they hear the dream demon’s voice coming from the tank? Either way, he needed answers. And if this, reincarnation? Puppet? Of Bill’s was around here and could talk, well, he couldn’t just leave him. Who knew what else he would do? Plus people thought he was crazy at the best of times, the last thing he needed was to have a conversation with a Mexican salamander in the middle of a pet store. “So, is he for sale then?”
“Yeah, he is. But for you, Dipper, he's on the house.”
“Come on, don’t be like that, I’m worth at least 100 bucks!”
“Ja, anything to get him out of here.”
“Are there any fish he won’t eat?”
“Yeah, there are some species axolotls get along with, guppies, minnows, snails, that sort of thing.”
“I’ll take him then.”
“WHAT?”
“I’ll take the supplies and some tankmates too. So he doesn’t get lonely.” So Dipper could have some fish he actually liked.
“Alright, just keep an eye on him for a little while when you get home. Just to be safe.”
Dipper looked at Bill again and could have sworn he had a look of despair on his face.
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Dipper’s fish tank was a dream. Extra fine sand made up the substrate, the water was perfectly heated, and it had lots of hides and artificial plants. In the middle was the best and biggest hide. A replica of Teotihuacan, currently occupied by the tank’s axolotl. And that axolotl was pissed as he sat within that hide. Staring at Dipper as he sat on the couch across from him, drinking a Pitt Cola.
It was Dipper who broke the silence, the pit in the bottle rolling around like a shitty version of a Ramune marble as he put the soda down on the coffee table. “Ok, first things first. You should be dead. Why are you alive and possessing an axolotl.”
“Axolotl.”
“That’s what I said, axolotl.”
“No, it’s pronounced axolotl. And anyway, who said anything about possession? I was born like this, kid.”
“That doesn’t answer how the hell you’re even here!” Dipper stood up and began to pace. “I mean, you were erased from Grunkle Stan’s mind. That was supposed to, I don’t know, destroy your soul. You’re not supposed to be able to reincarnate or whatever this is!”
“Wow, you sure like making assumptions. Who said anything about my soul? How do you know I’ve ever even had one?”
Dipper glared at him and picked up his soda again, taking a swig from it like it was liquor and not a carbonated, fake-peach-flavored soft drink. “Ok then, why an axolotl? And how did you avoid getting destroyed?”
“That’s the fun part, I didn’t. I was dead. But before Stanley got to me, I called to a being more ancient than any of the universes. A being of creation, merciful but firm.”
“Do you have any idea how little that narrows it down?”
“Shut up! Anyways, he heard me and told me I’ve got to be in another place, another time, another form. It just so happened that the form was in his image, the place was a nursery tank in Austria, and the time was last year.”
Dipper groaned, rubbing his face. “Ok, so, you got reincarnated by an axolotl god. What were you doing in Grenda’s store?”
“I lived there!”
“You know that’s not what I meant!”
“Then I’m done talking!”
“Look, it’s not like you can exactly enact your plans anymore now that you’re in an SCP-foundation scientist’s fish tank-”
The axolotl opened its mouth and Dipper heard that horrible, maniacal laughter. A laugh that made his hair stand on end and that brought back memories of being 12 and incorporeal.
“No wonder you look so dead! I just thought you weren’t sleeping again, but no, you’re a stooge! A goon for some nosy zombies! After all this time, after all those heroics, you’re still someone’s puppet!” His gills flapped at the word heroics
“I am not!” Dipper slammed his empty cola bottle down on the coffee table. “You’re lucky that I’m not logging you as an anomaly! I should be bringing you into the office!”
“And yet that chatty, girly monster and her old-money, wife guy husband couldn’t hear me. If you turn me in, we’re gonna end up as SCP 30629313-1 and 30629313-2. You’re stuck with me.”
Dipper sat back down, glaring at Bill as Bill stared back with his one blank eye. An eye that betrayed much more brain power than any amphibian should have. And Dipper knew he was right. He couldn’t tell anyone at work that Bill was alive. Both for his own safety and the safety of others.
“Ok, but at least tell me why you’re like, you know, this.” He gestured toward Bill. “Why do you remember that you were a dream demon? Reincarnation isn’t supposed to work that way.”
“You’re funny. You think reincarnation is something that can be cataloged like that? No, even your foundation has a couple of reincarnations that remember everything, some that don’t know anything at all, and some that are in between. Like, say, that poor kid that they keep in her very own site.”
“Don’t even joke about that, man. It’s not like anyone wants her there.”
“Yeah, yeah, cold not cruel. Either way, it looks like we’re at an impasse, two monsters killing time.”
“Yeah, two monsters…” He sat there for a bit, thinking, before he went for his keys and told Bill, “I’ve gotta go. If you eat my fish, I’ll flush you down the toilet.”
“And risk her ripping you apart with her bare hands?”
“Yes, now leave my fish alone!” And with that, he left, heading straight to Mabel’s place.
There was no way in hell that Dipper was telling the foundation about Bill. And he didn’t want to be alone in this either. So she was the only person he could tell.
When Dipper arrived at Mabel’s house, he knocked and she answered, “Dipper, hey! Come on in!”
As soon as he walked in, Dipper heard sniffing and felt something touching his leg. He looked down and asked, “You got another pig?”
“Yeah, that’s Baby! Isn’t she just the cutest little thing?”
“Yeah, she is! When did you get her?”
“This morning!”
Baby proceeded to chew on Dipper’s pant leg. She was a black and white pig whereas Waddles had been just pink, with marks on her sides and one black spot over her eye. He picked her up and she squealed, so he put her back down and she trotted off somewhere. Mabel then finally brought Dipper into her living room and he got a good look at the decor. It was very Mabel, with a lot of sparkles and cats, but not necessarily in an eye-burning way. The sparkles, plentiful as they were, were mostly accents, the pictures on her pillows tasteful. Not to mention the comfortable-looking knitted throw blankets. It was as if a kindly grandmother discovered blingee.
“So, what’s with the visit? You already done unpacking?”
“Haha, um, well, no. You see, I, uh, have something to show you. And you have to promise to not tell anyone on site.”
Mabel’s expression went from a smile to a suspicious frown. “Dipper, did you try to break your way into the gnome lodge again?”
“That was one time and no!” He sighed and took out his phone, bringing up a picture he’d taken of the one-eyed axolotl, “He look familiar to you?”
Mabel, knowing Dipper wouldn’t mess with her about work matters, looked at the axolotl carefully, but didn’t see much wrong with it. “Ok, what am I looking at?”
“Mabel, it’s yellow and has one eye! Axolotls should be able to grow those back!”
“Wait, it’s not pronounced axolotl?”
“Yeah, no, it’s pronounced axolotl. But here’s the thing, Mabel. What else do we know has one eye, is yellow, and,” he gave a shout as Mabel shoved a pillow in his face. It had a birthday cake scent pack from Build-A-Bear in it.
“Don’t talk to me like I’m stupid, Dipper! I know where you’re headed with this and it’s messed up!” She took the pillow away from his face so he could breathe. “What’s making you think that anyways? Did a ghost haunt you from Site-19 or something?”
“No! I’m sorry! But it really is Bill. He talked to me in the shop and everything. So I bought him from Grenda and put him in my fish tank for containment.”
“And you’re sure he’s actually talking? It’s not just another ghost you picked up?”
“Yeah, I even have proof.”
Dipper swiped through his phone then, pulling up a video of the back seat of his car, focusing on the axolotl in one of the plastic transport bags. Dipper could hear Bill yelling as he pawed at the bag and thrashed, “THIS IS INHUMANE PINETREE! AN AFFRONT! RELEASE ME! JUST DROP ME OFF IN A LAKE OR SOMETHING! MASON!” And then the video stopped, not wanting to film too long for the sake of his fish.
He looked at Mabel and she blinked. “Dipper, I didn’t hear anything. Was I supposed to?”
“What?”
“Yeah. It’s weird but it’s not anything I would call headquarters over.”
Dipper sighed, running his hand through his hair. Had he just hallucinated that? He figured that if he could hear it, then maybe through being twins, Mabel could hear it. He had clearly been wrong. But then, if it had been a hallucination, he wouldn’t be hearing it on the video.
Mabel looked at him and, seeing her brother sad and despondent, got an idea. “How about we head to your place and you let me see him? Two eyes are better than one, after all. Besides, Baby needs to get to know her uncle.”
“You know what? Yeah, let’s go. Seeing him in person will probably be better.”
With that, they headed to Dipper’s car, Mabel putting Baby in the back seat and buckling her with a dog seatbelt. As they drove, Mabel got on her phone and started texting. She asked Dipper, “You already pick out an outfit for what you’re wearing to dinner tomorrow?”
“Ugh, I almost forgot about that. I haven’t even unpacked all my clothes yet.”
“You haven’t even been back a day and you’re forgetting about family stuff? Dipper I thought you agreed to move here to not have work on your brain all the time.”
“Can we not do this? I mean, Mabel, this isn’t some cursed app. Bill nearly killed us when we were just kids.”
“Uh, yeah! I was there Dipper!” She sighed and pinched her nose. “You know what? Forget I said anything. I’ll help you unpack when we get there.”
Baby snorted in the backseat.
When they got to Dipper’s building, Mabel flashed her badge at the front desk so fast that they thought it said CIA to let her bring a pig in.
“Mabel, what the hell?”
“Oh like you’ve never done it before Dipper, it was just to get Baby in,”
“Well, I haven’t,” Dipper lied.
Mabel just hummed and said, “If you say so.”
When they walked in, they found the tank right where they left it, with Baby going off to explore. Furthermore, Bill had, luckily, left his tankmates alive. But he was digging around the sand at the bottom of the tank much more energetically than an axolotl should be. When he detected that he was being watched, he stopped and started floating instead, looking as innocent as a newborn puppy.
“What are you doing?”
“None of your business.” He looked at Mabel and couldn’t help but comment, “Shooting Star didn’t believe you, huh?”
“No, she did, she just wanted to see you for herself.”
“What’d he say, Dipper?”
“He thinks you didn’t believe me.”
“And what was he doing?”
“It’s supposedly none of my business.”
“It IS none of your business.”
“It is my business because if you clog up the filter you’ll kill my other fish.”
Bill almost seemed to squint and Mabel definitely noticed it. She watched as he swam to his temple hide and saw how comfortable he looked in a pyramid structure. But she had to be sure, “Can he understand me, Dipper?”
“Loud and clear.”
So, Mabel went fully up to the tank and asked Bill, “What was the first thing I found in my prison bubble?”
Bill stared at Mabel with his one good eye, his front foot digging into the sand as if he was stimming while he thought. “The bubble was an automated spell that read your mind and gave you whatever you wanted. I didn’t enchant squat in there, kid. What I did do is grab your pig and drop him in. You humans just love your pets, after all. He would have been one of the first things you saw.”
“It was Waddles, the real Waddles. He didn’t personally give you anything else. You thought up that whole world.”
Mabel nodded, “Yeah, that’s right. I found Waddles and everything came later. But why is it that only you can hear him?”
“Who said only Pine Tree can hear me? I don’t remember piloting your meat suit around.”
“It seems like it’s cause he possessed me?”
“Do I wanna know his exact words?”
“Not really, no.”
Mabel sat on the couch, Dipper joining her, and Baby came by, wanting up too. Both humans stared at the tank as Bill stared back at them.
“So, what are you gonna do? It doesn’t exactly look like your setup’s temporary."
“I don’t know Mabel. He’s not exactly anomalous except for the whole talking to people he possessed. “
“Yeah, you and Ford would be part of his case file then.”
“So I have to stay here,” Bill interjected
“Yeah, I have to agree, looks like he’s staying,” Dipper said.
“We telling anyone?”
“See, that’s the part I’m not sure about, Mabel. Because who are we gonna tell? Ford? He’s just gonna get worried. Mayor Tyler? He’s just gonna taze us. Gideon?” Out of the question.
Baby snorted as she got comfy on the couch and Mabel sighed. “You’re right, it’s just, ugh, it’s another secret we have to keep.”
“I know, Mabel. But we have to. Until we figure out what’s up at least.”
Mabel cracked her neck and nodded. “Until we figure out what’s up.” She then got up. “Let me go help you unpack. We’ve got to get you dressed for tomorrow!” She then ran to Dipper’s bedroom. A threat that she was going to come up with something truly horrific to wear while she rifled through his clothes.
And Dipper couldn’t laugh as he told Mabel, “Don’t even think about He had to try and prevent her from seeing how many of the same shirts he owned. They didn’t see Bill go back to his digging.
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Who’s your favorite Mech?
You can tell I’m a STEM person because I did mild data analysis on the posts on my nerdy side blog. I wanted to see if it was evident who my favorite character is. My hypothesis was that it is clear based on what posts I reblog and create myself. For reference I started this side blog on Dec 23, 2022, and I gathered this data on Jan 30, 2023; so there is just over a month’s worth of posts. This blog also runs on queue, so there are some posts in my queue not currently posted, which have not been counted in this survey.
I had several categories, and I counted posts that I made separately than ones I reblogged because that may show more interest in the character. This did not include album characters, except Hades and Merlin, of course, because Ashes and Brian *are* them.
Rankings
First- Drumbot Brian with 32 total posts; 25 are reblogs, 2 are original posts, and 5 reblogs about the Brain Gang.
Second- Gunpowder Tim with 30 total posts; 26 reblogs and 4 original posts
Third- Jonny d’Ville with 18 total posts; 17 reblogs and 1 original post
Fourth- Everyone** with 15 total posts; 14 reblogs and 1 original post
Fifth- Marius von Raum with 13 reblogged posts
Sixth- tie between Nastya Rasputina and Ivy Alexandria with 9 total posts; Nastya has 9 reblogged posts; Ivy has 4 reblogged posts and 5 reblogs about the Brain Gang
Seventh- the Toy Soldier with 7 total posts; 2 reblogs and 5 reblogs about the Brain Gang
Eighth- the Brain Gang (as a group) with 5 reblogs
Ninth- Ashes O’Reilly with 4 total posts, all of which are reblogs
Tenth- tie between the Aurora and Dr Carmilla, each have only 2 reblogged posts
Eleventh- Raphaella la Cognizi with a single reblogged post
Initial analysis
Does this align with my hypothesis? Sort of.
I would say Tim and Brian are my two favorite characters and whether you count Brain Gang posts or not they are first and second place. I do not consider Jonny a favorite, I feel neutral about him; I know why this is, it’s just a bit odd. That being said, I think a lot of people make posts about Jonny and he has a song for his backstory, so it’s easy to “know” him. I’m surprised about Nastya, Ashes, and TS being so low, as I like them quite a lot; I have some idea why this might be, but it doesn’t fully explain it. I’m surprised at how high Marius is, because I really just started learning anything about him. I do not know much about Ivy, Raphaella, the Aurora, and Dr Carmilla, and that definitely contributes to them having lower ranks.
Mild stats
The average (mean) number of posts per character (or group) is 11.3 posts. The median number of posts per character (or group) is 9 posts. The mode numbers of posts per character are 9 and 2. It’s been 4 years since I took AP stats, so I don’t remember all the fancy statistics. That being said, the graph of this is *not* a bell curve, which means that the number of posts about each character is not random. That makes sense, there are multiple factors influencing what I post. They include the characters I like best, the character I am interested in the moment, what characters other people post about, if photo posts have image descriptions, and more. There are no outliers; which I had guessed, but checked anyway. I don’t know if this is a solid math assumption, but I based my guess partly on how close the median and mean numbers are.
I hope literally anybody else finds this slightly interesting
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taopopop · 9 months
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pas assez de posts sur Brice de Nice (2005) ici, vous faites quoi les tumblrinas??? on doit tt faire tt seul dans ce ptn de monde j'ai juré
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fluentisonus · 1 year
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thinking abt how we see from valjean that he does think (hope) that she is/will be ugly, but then when we later get cosette's point of view we find out that he's been the only one all these years reassuring her that she's not homely when everyone else has said she is. something about kind actions having more of an impact than unkind thoughts ever will & what you do being far more indicative of who you are than what you think, but also something about valjean not seeing that & so not realizing how much he means to people because he only sees himself from the inside
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radiomogai · 1 year
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Transoccunous: transitioning towards occunity; being trans and occunous at the same time; a transitioning term for occunous
@revenant-coining @cupidcoining
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a-system-of-nerds · 2 years
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Yo, we have this idea for an AU, where, instead of the classic “Cosette and Enjolras are siblings,” it has “Cosette and Enjolras are the same person.”
Hear me out. Fantine’s last name is Enjolras. So, after the convent, Cosette is all like, interested in social justice and starts sneaking out in men’s clothing and going by her mum’s last name Enjolras. So, it’s dark and whatnot whenever Marius meets up with her, and the few times he’s seen her during the day, it’s at a distance and only a glimpse.
The barricades happen, and Valjean saves both his daughter and her beloved. Enjolras struggles heavily with the survivors guilt and her father’s questions. Marius is absolutely shocked when he sees Enjolras when he goes to visit Cosette, and finds out the truth.
Marius asks a question, though, which is if Enjolras prefers being referred to as a woman or a man. Enjolras thinks long and hard about this, not sure if what she wants is allowed. After many reassurances, she says that she feels more comfortable as a man.
Together, with Marius’s unwavering support, they tell Enjolras’s father that he has a son and not a daughter. Valjean very knowingly nods and smiles, still loving Enjolras the same.
Enjolras and Marius marry, and when he learns of his father’s real identity, decides that his name is Jean.
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monogramsalarm · 8 months
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making an old oc into a trans guy makes his name feel more normal and make sense<3
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