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                                                                     MYSTERY SHACK || @magicxecustos

                   ❛       Here, miss, step right up !  You’re gonna love this !       ❜

                                      stan’s general assumption was that everyone would love his latest attraction, it just so happened that this customer was the nearest to him when he remembered to start promoting it. throwing open the cheap wooden, bronze locked chest carefully adjusted upon a pedestal, he swept his hands in gestures of grandeur to lure her into the soft golden glow. so as not to deceive, the actual contents of the chest were golden pieces, rough edged coins with unfamiliar etchings && the distinct signs of aging over CENTURIES.

                                       ❛       Now, I know what you’re thinking. They’re just cheap coins from some nearby family entertainment restaurant, right?  Well, you would be WRONG!  These coins aren’t some worthless commodity, or even remnants from the pirate era!  These here are the coins of water witches!  They were used to lure sailors into their deaths. Yep, simply by showing these well-preserved coins off to a crew, just one witch could take down an ENTIRE SHIP!  Don’t believe me?  Look for yourself, they’re authentic gold. That one even has a barnacle still attached to it!  So whadda ya say? How can I get you into a few of these gold pieces TODAY?!  The price is reasonable, one coin is only 10, 40, 100 dollars !       ❜

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  “Surprise hug!!” Although it was supposed to be a surprise, her loud battle cry gave away her spot. But that didn’t stop herself from pouncing onto her Grunkle’s lap.

      ❛       Wait, what? What are you---  Oh careful, kid!       ❜

                                                            a cry of surprise would have been appropriate upon seeing his niece launch herself at him. he had had just enough time to set aside his pitt cola && brace himself for impact, though even that effort did not prepare him for the winded feeling it left him when she jumped onto his lap. he was not exactly in the right shape for these sort of surprises. still, he laughed && slung an arm around her shoulders once resettled.

                        ❛       Your grunkle Stan isn’t as young as he once was!       ❜ 

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 $$|| R I C K || → ᶜᵒᵒˡᵉˢᵗ ᶰᵉʳᵈ ᶤ ᵏᶰᵒʷ ;; 

  Rick had TRIED knocking on the door. So when that didn’t work, he stepped away and of course cupped his hands on his mouth.        ❛ STAAAAAAAAN! GET O-OUT HERE YOU, YOU OLD FART!  ❜

        scraping the bottom of ratty slippers against the attic’s floor, he examined           the newly broken window    ( mini golf, the twins had explained )    to see           if just some tape && cardboard could patch the mess. it would have to do           anyway.     his habit of venting through muffled complaints had distracted           him from his surroundings,       until the distant yelling finally reached him           enough to grate on his nerves.   peering through the break in the glass at           recognizing the voice calling him, stan brightened up a bit.

                ❛       HEY RICK, WHATTA YA DOIN DOWN THERE?                          GET IN HERE, OLDTIMER, THE DOOR’S UNLOCKED!       ❜

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❝ if anyone needs me i will be laying face down on the ocean floor ❞

                                              some grandpa asks  ||  accepting

      ❛       Ah jee, kid,  its,    its not that big of a problem. I mean, I wish you hadn’t broken              that darn snow globe, but you don’t gotta kill yourself over it. Look, just help me              clean up the mess && you can be off on your way, guilt-free !       ❜

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❝ I am going to lay completely still on the forest floor until either things start going my way or I disintegrate into nothing. ❞

                                               some grandpa asks  ||  accepting

       ❛       Yeah well have fun with that. But I won’t be releasing you, you’re way               too valuable of an exhibit.   Oh, by the way, be ready by the next tour.       ❜

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❝ sometimes the people that hurt us the most are the ones swinging big knives around while screaming and trying to cut us ❞

                                               some grandpa asks  ||  accepting

       ❛       Yeah, Ford, that tends to be how it works. Try && avoid murderers, alright               there budd--- y.         Oh c’mon, bro, you gotta be kidding me. This is even               worse than when Dipper raised the dead. What the fuck did you do?       ❜

               Calmly setting aside his soda, he takes a moment to examine the small mob               of violent people before leaving his armchair && stepping over the Ford’s side.               He’s really hoping that this is just a hallucination or something.

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❝ how to predict the future: think of the worst possible thing that could happen ❞

                                                some grandpa asks  ||  accepting

        ❛       Ha, that’s my brother!  Always prepared!  Don’t worry though, bro, there’s                no way my latest attraction won’t bring in the customers.    So worst case                scenario, the dragown is just a huge success  instead of a worldwide one.                Thanks for the advice, its pretty sound.       ❜

                                                            there’s a bottle of gin in his left hand.

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❝ heres some general life advice, when the sun hits the ground find somewhere to hide ❞

                                                some grandpa asks  ||  accepting

            ❛       Sun hit the ground?  What?     What do you mean by that?  This                    better not be another of your weird science experiments. Should                    I just go ahead && hide now?  Might as well.       ❜

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❝ i hope one day i will find love, or a cool looking leaf. either one ❞

                                                 some grandpa asks  ||  accepting

                         ❛       LOVE?    at YOUR age?  go pick the leaf, you nerd.       ❜

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@wolfpupy twitter ask meme

❝ its all fun and games until its not that anymore ❞

❝ i grow more powerful every day and by powerful i mean sad ❞

❝ only the good die young? phew good thing that i am so incredibly awful ❞

❝ if theres one thing i dont know about its everything ❞

❝ heres some general life advice, when the sun hits the ground find somewhere to hide ❞

❝ surfs up. hail satan ❞

❝ after 13 long years congress approved a bill that will finally let the bodies hit the floor ❞

❝ hey kids, i know youre struggling right now but im here to tell you, everything gets worse forever ❞

❝ in a way aren’t we all responsible for my actions ❞

❝ some say love is a river, me i say things that make sense ❞

❝ if your newborn baby has a full head of hair that means it is a business baby and is ready to enter the world of finance ❞

❝ i may be dumb as hell but i am also insanely stupid ❞

❝ take every thing you own and throw it into the ocean who cares ❞

❝ you know the old saying, boys will be trash ❞

❝ one of these days i will float up off into damn space and no one can stop me, not even gravity or nasa ❞

❝ if i could shoot anything with a gun i would probably shoot another gun, the hunter become the hunted ❞

❝ lets forget about the bodies for a second. what do you really want to let hit the floor? your feelings perhaps? ❞

❝ i’ve seen a lot of things in my time, which i blame on me leaving my eyes open. things got a lot better once i decided to just close them ❞

❝ learning from mistakes is for people who recognise that they make mistakes. i dont give a shit ❞

❝ there are few things in life that can’t be achieved with occult dark magic ❞

❝ how to predict the future: think of the worst possible thing that could happen ❞

❝ halloween is forever bitch ❞

❝ who are the real criminals, me who does the crimes or the people who hurt my feelings all the time ❞

❝ looks like things are always happening once again ❞

❝ i am going to lay completely still on the forest floor until either things start going my way or i disintegrate into nothing ❞

❝ im sure im going to ruffle some feathers with this but given the choice between good times and bad times i would like to have the good times ❞

❝ the best way to solve problems is to create more problems until you are dead ❞

❝ tired of people always telling me go to hospital and that i’ve lost a lot of blood, its my severe head injury not yours stay out of it ❞

❝ i hit the hay all day mother fucker. 24 hour sleep cycle. if you awake you a fake. its bed time bitch ❞

❝ i hope one day i will find love, or a cool looking leaf. either one ❞

❝ piles of uneaten candy will signal im dead ❞

❝ the hairless rat is not a new species, merely a result of my failed scam of shaving rats and selling the hair back to them at a high price ❞

❝ we let the bodies hit the floor then what? next we’ll have bodies hitting walls, roofs, you name it, bodies will be hitting it ❞

❝ sometimes the people that hurt us the most are the ones swinging big knives around while screaming and trying to cut us ❞

❝ yeah yeah blame the guy whos dna matches with the dna found at the crime scene. surprise surprise ❞

❝ for as long as i can remember i have been able to remember things, maybe even before that ❞

❝ yeah i looked both ways before crossing the street, i looked both ‘handsome’ and ‘radiant’, too bad i got hit by that car ❞

❝ stop living in a dream world and start living in the regular nightmare world all of the rest of us live in ❞

❝ blood moon, very cool to see. and whats the sun doing again? the same regular thing for the millionth time? what a load of worthless trash ❞

❝ if existing for an amount of time has taught me anything its that i have no idea whats going on ❞

❝ hurled my bible at the paper boy and knocked him off his bike with the real news ❞

❝ i’ll go in whatever direction the wind takes me, and if i am too heavy for wind to move me around i will probably just lay down and die here ❞

❝ i’ve said it before and i will say it again, i think people should give me hundreds of dollars and feel good about doing it ❞

❝ wow, i’ve never thought about it like that before. and i never will. i’ve already forgotten what you said, good bye forever ❞

❝ stop being so defensive i am just trying to hit you with weapons ❞

❝ dont betray me and act surprised when i get revenge on you, thats the number one consequence of betraying me. everyone knows it. even babies ❞

❝ blood is just nature’s red water that flys out when you make a mistake. relax and enjoy the experience for once ❞

❝ reached the limit of what you can do with imagination? why not try occult dark magic ❞

❝ if anyone needs me i will be laying face down on the ocean floor ❞

❝ its time to forget the mistakes of the past and start making the mistakes of the future ❞

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  the lie slips off his brother’s tongue far too easily. it’s surely habit by now, just one   more falsehood amidst the slew of them stanley had made a living off of. and really,   stanford supposes he can’t fault him for it. they hadn’t really discussed the true   reason they’re both losing sleep – the reason ford had been losing sleep for over   three decades, really. he’s still not sure if they’ve even reached the point where they   can have that discussion. for the moment, at least, it’s far easier to blame the water.   it’s a perfectly RESPECTABLE reason to lose sleep, after all.                              “ heh, yeah. something like that… “   and then there’s the things left unsaid, the things they’ve both started to say, both   wanted to say, but ended up looping back to nothing but idle chatter. their inter-   actions remained pleasant, for the most part, but they lacked an understanding   and DEPTH they’d held decades ago. they were still brothers divided, and though   the rift between them was slowly being mended, it seemed like the more they fixed   the more cracks they uncovered. as much as either of them might have liked to   return to the simpler times overnight, it wasn’t going to happen. at times it felt like   they were walking on eggshells, treating their relationship as though even a wrong   glance would shatter whatever bonds they’d reformed. and perhaps that really was   how fragile their relationship was at this time. it was hard to say. one thing ford knew   for certain, one conclusion he’d drawn from the countless hours he’d spent in con-   templation, was that any hope at repair would only come with time and effort.                 “ stanley, you KNOW I’m not going to just forget it.                                                                           do I WHAT ?? “   …so many things left unsaid. so many times ford himself had bit back queries and   conversations. ( and countless apologies and thank yous he was certain his brother   was owed, but couldn’t quite bring himself to form. ) so many words left stewing in   his mind, where he could meticulously sort through them, categorize them, tuck   them neatly away… perhaps tonight was the night to finally dust a few of them off.

                                                                  to observe it directly would be foolish, but he was certain ford lost more sleep than he did ---   these days, at least. several recent events allowed him plenty of reason to be nervous about closing his eyes, but stan was also satisfied with the resolution. satisfied with leaving all the odd troubles of the past that he faced in the past, ready to look toward settling more stagnant matters   ( the exact matters that he figured must really be witholding rest from ford )   stan was certain ford lost more sleep than him ;;   it was why when questioned for the reason he could not sleep, it seemed right to LIE, to tell something more comforting so that ford was not burdened with another worry. pride was nothing to his concern, his protective nature, but ford had no need to know that.

         ❛       Lemme guess, you’re tryna figure out some new anomaly, right?  Well,                  whatever it is, it can wait. I lost my flashlight last time we fought some-                  thing weird at night, those things don’t just grow on trees !       ❜

                                                                               damn. a part of him, a large portion of his consciousness, had wished that ford would let it slide this time, let him slip out of a potentially awkward situation. but he had to ask at some point, had to indirectly admit the fear he had harbored since ford had first invited him on this adventure. it was a presentation of self-consciousness, an unnecessary display of low self-esteem, that only queries thrown out casually could even hope to mask. but he was caught with no opening to diverge from the topic, to turn the insecurity back on ford, to be silent completely. but it gnawed on him, kept his mind preoccupied far too often for his comfort, for any salvageable notion of stability. perhaps it was on a day-to-day basis, perhaps ford simply operated differently than he once had, but there was no prediction to sustain of his brother’s reaction. how different could the answers be? there were only two answers available, && no space to give a third. enough time had passed, enough miles logged in between their current location && the shore they had set out from. && perhaps he should just be grateful that he was not in ford’s shoes on this one, even if his own answer was so clear. it shot past their pleasantries, past shouted requests when hunting down anomalies, could break what devotion stan was still able to hold, could push ford to the point of communication for all stan knew. but it gnawed on him, lingered at the forefront of his mind until there was no option for silence.

  ❛       You................      you really wanna know? You don’t gotta answer it, Ford. I just           gotta ask anyway. Just gotta know.....  do you like being out here sailing with me?       ❜

                                                                               because we barely talk about the past, or the future beyond a few days. because all you seem to need is your own thoughts, its all you know now. not that i’m much different.  he wants to pull away, avoid the question now that he has said it, but there is no moving away. and just perhaps, it could be enough to know that at least ford pressed the question   ( he had learned not to expect much from his twin )   but he would not filter his already formed query now, would not let it go.

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                                                                           MYSTERY SHACK || @keptstars

           ❛      Heh, I just had a GREAT idea!  Hey, Mabel, come over here for a sec!       ❜

                                                         whether the idea was truly his was questionable ;;   in fact, it almost certainly was based on something the girl had said instead of being original. but stan possessed the skill && motivation to turn anything into a profit, so he would be claiming the idea for his own until it had fallen out of use to him. besides, how could he be caught for plagiarism when it served to mabel’s best interests too? he gets the attention-snatching, money-attracting exhibit he needs && mabel gets to do more of her art   ( or whatever )   instead of simply managing the cash register. there was no way she could decline !

                     ❛      I got a business proposal for you, kid, one you can’t pass up!  Y’know that craft stuff you always do? How ‘bout you whip some up for the Mystery Shack? You can even make it whatever you want it to be on, unicorns or mermaids or something. Just something weird. Then we can sell  it to top-paying tourists! Talented local girl’s art, they won’t be able to resist!  Man, this could be my best idea YET!  And, I mean, you could get your name out there, as an artist && all. Whadda’ya say, kid? We could be an unstoppable force together.       ❜

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i’mma go eat. but in the meantime, like for a starter !!!!! no caps !

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                         — “Last night was CAH-RAZY! If this is what a slumber-party-hangover feels like, I’m down to partying every night! What up, Grunkle Stan! Those pancakes smell GREAT!”

                                       ❛       You’re in for some wild years then, kid. Help yourself, I didn’t spend all morning keeping flies away from them to have them just sit there. Didn’t find out til the end that that nightmare juice you make actually kills the things right off. Good to know!  Oh, and sweetheart, try && keep those friends of yours away from the closet next time. I found lipstick all over one of the coats, makeup practice or something, I don’t know.       ❜

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                                                                            MYSTERY SHACK || @koyotii

   ❛       WHAT?  What is this?  Attract Animals to the Mystery Shack Day or something?            God, this is even worse than those  damn  beautiful men eating out of my trash.            Well, go on!  Shoo!  Go!       ❜

                                                 snatching up a broom from the gift shop, he chases after the coyote with it. he’s certain the beast will leave if he can just scare it off, not UNLIKE the members of the boy band he had made disperse from his property earlier. he has half a mind to call animal control if it does not leave easily, but he really does not need the hassle of the demon scaring away customers in the meantime, he had to deal with it himself.

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     $$|| F O R D || → ʷʰᵃᵗ ᵃ ᶰᵉʳᵈ ;;  

  if there’s one thing stanford pines does a lot of, it’s thinking. there’s a near constant   turning of gears and firing of pistons in his mind, whether he’s piecing together a   puzzle or simply lost in thought. these days, out at sea with only his brother and the   odd monster for company, he still finds himself caught in long stretches of time spent   in quiet contemplation. perhaps it’s habit, perhaps it’s that he’s not used to working   with company – ( perhaps it’s that he’s not used to being around stanley ) – but the   time spent in his own head borders on the excessive.   the night air is cool against his cheeks as he stands on the deck of their vessel.   above him, the moon hangs high in the sky, doing little to illuminate the inky depths   below. within him there’s a tranquility that reflects the calm waters, though it’s just   beneath the surface that those thoughts whir away. the sound of FOOTSTEPS pull   him to reality, halting his drift into a reverie. he’s not sure how long it’ll be before   ford stops tensing at the presence of the other, stops glancing over his shoulder in   fear of who his company might be. he’s ALSO not sure how long it’ll be before con-   versation finally comes natural to them once again.                  “ nice night tonight. couldn’t sleep ?? “

                                          if there’s one thing stanley pines denies doing often, it’s thinking. it was still biting, but decades had dulled the realization. it still charged him with low self-esteem, left him in debt for pride && confidence, but what did it matter now? his fingers glance off of cold metal railings, the soft vibration of a sea currently at rest. pricks of white stars against painted canvas, interrupted by the still figure of his twin, his brother. what did it matter now, with his long torn dream sewn back together && his family returned to his side? all of those years of testing his limited intelligence had finally been rewarded, the thinking could be left up to ford. they had said ford’s pursuit was never to be his, && his assumed pursuit of his brother could be forgotten. he did not need time to think, time alone, just time beside a friend during the calm.

                                                  idle hands tug his red cap further down his ears, against the cutting wind. soft light of sky above && expansive reflection below guide him across the deck, no need to throw his hands out before him to keep from tripping, running into something, as he finds his way to ford. he knew to EXPECT it, the sprawling silence that hung between them the majority of the time, the physical distance ford kept them at. not that he was oft willing to push it. had it been much different when they were children? it was enough just to stand beside him. everything would become more NATURAL in time, he knew this on his own. && he let’s a pause follow ford’s query, just momentarily, enough time to collect a predictable response, even if it differed from the true one. differed from the fact that the mind he denied using would not let him sleep, was providing him with the soft joy of his life being together at last, with a checklist of questions that he would keep to himself, because stan was the open book, not ford. because he could not drive him away, not again, he had to think twice.

   ❛       It is a nice night. No. No these damn waves keep me up all night. I already know            why you’re up, thinking about some braniac thing no doubt...                                                                                                            Hey, Ford, do you---                                              No, nevermind, forget it.       ❜

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