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I see their lips move clearly I feel their presence near me But all their unearthly wisdom just slips through the cracks I push, I strain, I wrestle with my brain I retch, I shake, I cry until I break It burns, it hurts, I tumble to the earth And as I fall I feel myself relax
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“No offence, but you don’t seem fine at all,” she retorted with a contrite grimace. He was clearly far from okay, especially considering how violently he had first reacted to her approaching him. He was on edge, which she supposed made him a danger to himself and potentially others. She was also perfectly intrigued, now. What had he seen to make him so jittery?
“Your glasses?” This was getting more and more curious. Where had he lost his glasses? He didn’t say. “Well hey, I can take you to buy new glasses if y-” but before she could finish her sentence, he was already walking away. Or well, trying to walk away, and then bumping yet again into someone.Someone who didn’t look very friendly. Well, this strange guy definitely was a trouble magnet, wasn’t he?
For a minute, she considered leaving him to his troubles, but she decided otherwise. In his state, who knew what could happen! That, and she wanted to know what on Earths had happened to him.
“Oh sorry, my uncle’s not feeling very well, I’ll take him out of your air!” she exclaimed with a little chuckle, approaching the two and putting her hand on the man’s shoulder. “Well, let’s go get you some glasses, right, uncle?”
Ford glances at the blurry threat before him and then at the hand a his shoulder. He nods silently. Deciding to go along with her little act. Why had she stuck her neck out for him?...
Trust no one.
...What choice does he have? He’s lost, his vision almost completely impaired. And someone is here, actually offering him aid. ‘Yes. My mistake, I thought we were going this way.’
He moves with her. At first he is stumped for what to say. So far it seems, she has helped him with little gain of her own. ‘Why did you come to my aid just now?’ He asks, voice barely above a whisper. ‘I mean...thank you but- why?’
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butterflyvirtues:
“A portal gun,” she repeated, sounding a little incredulous. It wasn’t so much that she didn’t believe him, it just sounded odd. Eclipsa had never heard of any other way to travel between dimensions that were anywhere near accessible to mortals.
“Yes. Dimensional scissors. Hekapoo makes them. She’s on the Magical High Commission and was kinda sorta specially created just for that task. It’s rather hard to get your hands on one, though. She is rather protective of them, and you have to earn one if you want your own. It’s ridiculous.” Truthfully, Eclipsa understood exactly why not everyone was allowed to have a pair of scissors to irresponsibly leave rifts in the dimensions with. Still. She would’ve loved to have her own pair, instead of having to borrow Moon’s. Moon never let her have it.
“Just be glad you have nothing to do with the Magical High Commission. They’re a bunch of bureaucratic jerks.”
He needs to get some scissors...perhaps he’ll have to convince this Heckapoo to make him a pair. Or convince the rulers here he is worthy of being apart of the high commission. He hears what Eclipsa says about them being bureaucratic jerks and snorts. Pretty much sums up all people of power.
‘How might I earn a pair.’ He says, joining her side now. It seems a though not even Eclipsa could get a pair and she’s a queen. Of course he’s yet to know the story behind why she’s not considered as much of a queen as this Moon character she’d spoken of. ‘Is there a way I might impress Queen Moon, or proof myself to them?’
They’re getting close to the castle, he sees. A little village surronds the place, and other than the amount of digits on their hands; the inhabitants look just like the ones in his own dimension.
Low activity here today, apparently tattoos take a lot of energy.
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Got my first ever tattoo today.
Stan and Ford dancing at their prom~ Wanted some twin fluff, to make me remember all the good times with my own twin sister.
Apparently I got to relax for 48 hours now, not something I’m good at.
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(Spoilers: Bill is the worst.)
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Tighnari was patrolling the forests surrounding his Homeland of Sumeru as all seemed to be well, his long ears perked up as the tree leaves rustled, something was amist.
A bird quickly chipped to him as things happened so suddenly, a strange portal opened up and swallowed him whole, just as he was about to reach out to his bird friend as everything faded to black.
Laying on strange ground with the right side of his forehead gashed from hitting a sharp rock upon his descent, Tighnari could feel the rain falling on his face and body.
Where was he...what happened...
Everything felt so warm or was that just the crimson red escaped from his wound? He couldn't tell.
His long ears moved a little and his fox tail silently swayed, he slowly lost consciousness, unaware if anything or anyone was near him.
Ford has been back in Gravity Falls for a little over two weeks now. Here to visit Mabel and Dipper and be one of their summer caretakers. But today Stan insisted on taking them for a little roadtrip. This left Ford some time to research. To see if any new behaviours have developed in the strange creatures that live here or if new species have migrated here in his absence.
Instead he is witness to the opening of a dimensional rift. Something that has his heart palpitating, because didn’t he ceal all of those?! When somebody falls out he almost starts; but is pleased to see that its neither Bill or one of his henchmen...he still has to remind himself that the demon triangle is gone!
Sprinting over Ford takes note of the stranger’s pointed ears and floral attire. Not from a dimension he recognises. But there is no time to dwell; the pooling blood underneath their head is a sign to take action.
The sound of wripping material and the warmth of being shielded by four walls. Ford moves the injured stranger into his secret bunker. The shack, after all, is usually overpopulated with tourists at this time.
spiritistanchi:
So far, it seems he isn’t going to be regretting bringing this man back to his home. Typically, it’s easy for Alaire to spot a lie, being alive long enough and a bystander to human life long enough to be able to read others well enough. Of course, that didn’t mean that someone couldn’t trick him. It’s possible.
At the showing of their six fingers, a clear, animal-like curiosity comes upon him, head tilting slightly to the side and eyes blinking. Though it’s certainly different, it’s not something he could understand others teasing him for. It’s so.. silly. Kids could be cruel sometimes. Especially toward each other. But Alaire understands, having been a bit of an outcast himself back when he’d been human. Always sick, teased for how he looked because his susceptibility to getting things like skin infections. Even if it made no sense to as rabies is a mental condition, his eczema had often been referred to as him having ‘rabies’.
“Ah, bullies. I do not miss them.” Alaire speaks, voicing his ability to empathize at least a little even if their problems weren’t the same. Bullies were bullies and dealing with them is awful. One might think he’s not been bullied a day in his life because of how beautiful and ‘successful’ he is, but that definitely is not the case.
“I don’t think there’s anything wrong with being ‘nerdy’.” He smiles a little, an attempt to assure them that he sees nothing wrong with that if it were true. It just meant that Ford is passionate about what he does, right? Alaire can absolutely respect that. “Curious, I never thought of outing myself to a human before - yet, here I am, doing just that.” His words in themselves are a clarification that yes, Alaire is a supernatural being of sorts. “But I suppose you could say there’s something exhausting about hiding. So why not then?” Teach, as Ford had said.
“I am, in fact, the rumour that has been spreading about the area lately.” He’ll at least go ahead and confirm that.
Ford has to tcontain the look of excitement that creeps across his features. He doesn’t want to offend Alaire, not when he’s being so generous and upfront; despite having just met Ford. ‘So...how does it work? With you sitting right in front of me, I can see you’re an expert at blending in. The only reason I could tell, is well, I know what to look for.’ He does have over forty years experience in this field.
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Maria takes little notice of his extra finger, simply noting it down in her much too tired brain and going forward with introductions on autopilot, so she shakes his wand without another thought, “Maria, simple enough I think, but I’ve been called Mary before.” Her mind briefly brings that little fact with the much bitter edge being called the second coming of another scorned royal with that name. Damn intrusive thoughts.
She laughs at the explanation, absurd yet all too mundane. Of course, the simplest solution is usually always the easiest. “Sounds to me they’re a good set of fresh eyes, then! I have a little sister like that, she always seemed to just say the answer I could never see. Y’see, I actually specialize in robotics, so…” Finally, something clicked in her brain. Stanford. Could be called ford. Is an uncle of… some kind. The exhaustion had dampened the system of her mind, but that machine could never truly be stopped, certainly not by something as little as sleep deprivation. Her smile fades away, but is replace with an expression of surprise and awe. “Wait. Stanford… Pines?” It’s gotta be, there’s no way this is just a coincidence.
Instantly her exhaustion fades into pure delight and excitement, like she had just taken a shot of espresso, “I’ve wanted to meet you ever since I moved here! I found your nephew’s videos when I first started researching, and I heard about you through those! They’re wonderful videos, even if… rather dangerous, but very educational on living here! I’d love if we could work together, you wouldn’t even need to pay me to help you, really! There’s no price you could put on pure passion!” Her eyes were wide, practically sparkly, and she had leaned forward so much and so quickly that her wheelchair had bumped into the desk the cash register stood on, stabilized by Maria’s hands as she propped herself up on it.
Robotics?! That’s intriguing, he’ll have to ask her about that when its convient.
He looks shocked. He wasn’t expecting her to recognise him. Often in Gravity Falls, he gets mistaken for Stan. A little bit frustrating since he was here first. Though he supposes Stan spent three decades in this small town; he was bound to build up a reputation...a stingy one at that! and in the name Stanford Pines...
Dipper’s videos. Yes, he’s not seen as many as he’d like, what with being out at sea for the last few months, but he’s seen the odd one and is quite impressed with his nephew’s work. Dipper’s apparently been working on some this summer too; he’ll have to make sure to dedicate some time to review the boy’s findings.
He watches her wheelchair lurch forward and is honestly quite taken back by her enthusiasm, in fact his social awkwardness is kicking in; funny that he once craved this sort of praise. ‘Oh well...um...I wouldn’t mind a hand with some of my studies, I suppose. What with my nephew working on his own findings.’
‘Though I must warn you I’m only in Gravity Falls until the end of summer.’
butterflyvirtues:
“Oh, please don’t worry about it. I have never taken myself too seriously. I’m the… how did Star call it...’chill’ queen.” Eclipsa giggled a little at how silly it sounded - albeit true. “You might want to be more formal with Moon. You know, all that bowing stuff. She takes the whole queen thing very seriously.”
Once they had crossed a hill, Butterfly castle could be seen in the distance, with its big spires and grand towers. Eclipsa liked looking at it from afar. It was less impressive up close. “It’s rather easy to spot royalty in our kingdom. We’re born with cheek emblems.”
Oh she could already hear Moon scolding her for being so open with a potentially dangerous stranger. Well, Eclipsa was queen, too, so she had as much say in this as Moon did…
“How did you end up here, anyway? Rifts usually don’t open up without scissors…”
He can certainly see that she’s laid back but wasn’t expecting that particular expression. Looks like some phrases exist in multiple dimensions. ‘Understood.’ Ford’s grateful for the information reguarding the emblems on their cheeks. He had be curious; thankfully its also a telltale sign of when he should bow. He’s going to keep that in mind.
‘I was’ Telling the truth isn’t so appealing right now. He already likes Eclipsa, but to trust her will take time. ‘I opened a rift using a portal gun I had to return just as quickly as I’d gotten it. Hence its short existence’
‘Wait?!’ did she say-‘Scissors?’ Now he looks stumped, staring at Eclipsa with a blank expression.
e.e. cummings, from “Song” (in 73 Poems), Complete Poems: 1904-1962
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