#**the con

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Happy Holidays from the Mystery Trio

Please Drink ResponsiBILLy

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Did somebody say Gravityjuice or perhaps Beetlefalls?

Had to combine my two greatest passion, Beetlejuice and my Gravity Falls OCs

Bonus

Move over Billford there’s a new old man yaoi in town

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✤ — a memory that involves romance/love (sorry I’m easy to predict)

(Yes I’ve been hoarding this until this comic was completed.)

(HC for a possible ~first kiss~ for these two, a highly treasured memory.)

(Maybe it’s a memory. Maybe it was a dream.)

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@ask-mister-mystery from here.

"Don't folks have to pay to get into the Shack, too?" She asks, looking up at the old man skeptically.

The haunt didn't admit kids under 14 without an adult, so Olive had to go with one of the very few adults in her life and her grandmother had volunteered Stan. When asked why Aggie herself couldn't go, Aggie replied with "I cannot be held accountable for what I do when I'm startled." Which Olive took to mean that her gran would probably do a nasty spell on someone who scared her too hard.

"Soos isn't scary. He's too nice." Olive explains, "And everyone in town knows him. This thing's got a bunch of outta towners runnin it. So no one will get taken outta the scare because the realize the guy in the hockey mask is just Toby Determined." She grins up at Stan, looking quite a bit like her grandmother had at 12. "Apparently it's so scary and intense that they make ya sign a waiver, and they got a paramedic on sight for when people's hearts stop from the fear." On the last bit she exudes a bit of showmanship that she had picked up from him, though she wouldn't admit to it. "And apparently if you pee your pants, they give ya a free t-shirt."

She glares at the teenager who looks like they're about to question of the "little kid" could handle the haunt. The teen glares back and Olive sticks her tongue out at them as they pass. As they enter the final waiting area before entering the house, Olive nudges him with her elbow, a classic Yearling sign of affection. "Thanks for taking me, Mr. Pines." She beams at him before focusing her attention forward, locking into the experience. Her hand goes into her pocket, resting over the full matchbook and strip of firecrackers she's hidden in there. She'd overheard one of the proprietors of this haunt at the diner talking smack about the Shack, and Olive was keen on seeking revenge.

Oh, she'll have fun alright.

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@ask-mister-mystery requested a Relativity Falls Starter

Episode: Double Dipper Sixer

Aggie swung her skinny legs through the spindles of the landing, looking down into the party. She'd gotten one too many weird glances from people and one too many thinly veiled insults, so she opted to stay out of everyone's way. She would have left, but her Ma wasn't going to come back for her until their agreed upon rendezvous time. She'd have to wait it out.

She sighs, resting her forehead on the spindles. Even after making a few friends, she's still finding it impossible to just exist among other kids. At least the boys' Great Aunt was nice to her and had given her permission to duck into the shack if she needed a break, but she didn't want a break. She wanted to be down there, with the other kids, being normal. But one mean look and one insult had her sitting all alone. Just another freak, by herself, as usual.

She'd seen Sixer come by a few times- like, a lot of times, actually. Odd, considering he was supposed to be running the ticket stand. She'd seen Stanley earlier, and he'd seen her- but he'd been in the middle of talking to someone so all that passed between them was a wave.

She holds the spindles like they're jail cell bars, feeling like the bits of wood really are separating her from the rest of the world. It looked fun, dancing and running around... Her face scrunches up involuntarily as she feels tears sting at her eyes. She rubs at them roughly, trying to focus on whatever is going on by the DJ booth. Looks like people are doing karaoke.

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Being blind has a small number of perks, the biggest being the heightening of all his other senses. And Bobby knew the smell of gasoline, and the smell of fireworks, and although he can't prove it, he's pretty sure he can smell a lie. He folds his arms, "glaring" in the direction of the smell behind thick dark sunglasses.

He was trying real hard to like this guy, this guy who his mom was so sweet on and that Olive apparently looked up to, but Bobby isn't really seeing it. Literally and figuratively. He sniffs, scrunching up his nose. "That's a lot of gun powder, Mr. Pines." He couldn't bring himself to call the guy Stan. "I hope you weren't planning on lighting all that up here." He usually has a hard time sounding stern and fatherly, but he's executing it pretty well right now. "You'll give my ma a heart attack." He steps right up to him, stopping just shy of bumping into him. "And I really hope you're not planning on lighting those off with my twelve year old daughter." He knows his kid, and he knows that if someone is lighting off fireworks, she will be right there with a lit punk in one hand a roman candle in the other.

In truth, Bobby liked them too, though he got very little out of them. He got a kick out of feeling the booms from the explosions in his chest, but that’s about it. But he isn't going to admit that or the fact that he didn't really care if his kid was lighting fireworks with an adult just now, not when he's trying to protect his loud-noise hating mother from some very loud noises.

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@ask-mister-mystery sent “I’m not the one for you. I’d only make your life worse, and we both know it.” (Whatever verse or time in the past/present/future you fancy)

From This List of Prompts

Gravity Falls, 1982. Late winter, Early Spring. Post Portal. The house of “Stanford” Pines.

“Stanley Pines.” She says firmly, forcing her voice to stay as level as she could. “That couldn’t be further from the truth.”

It had been a whirlwind, coming back to Oregon, inheriting her fathers house and money, and finding her long lost best friend from childhood. They had a lot to catch up on but Stan had made it clear it wasn’t ideal to be talking in town, though he hadn’t explained why. But she didn’t question it, she was just happy to see him. Actually, happy was an understatement. Apart from the birth of her son, seeing him had been the best moment she’d had since she was fourteen years old.

They’d caught up, filled each other in the last 15-odd years. She hadn’t revealed everything, nothing about the magic or her coven, but she had told him about her son (and introduced the two) and a bit about her semi-nomadic lifestyle. She got the distinct impression he wasn’t telling her everything either, but she couldn’t fault him for that. It sounds like his life had been hard too. Way harder than Aggie had ever imagined it could have been. That’s part of what kept her coming back to his house, offering food and company. He’d taken her up on it gladly, no doubt having home cooked meals was better than the survival scrounging he’d been doing. She was there every evening now, her son in tow as she cooked for a very exhausted Stan, who spent his days doing God-Knows-What, but he’d made it clear to her early on he needed those solid hours to do… Something. And it wasn’t her place to question that, but one thing she was starting to question was if he was feeling what she was feeling.

She’d loved him back then, as children. She loved him the way kids do, fully and completely. And she finds that those feelings are coming back as she watches him snooze at the table while she cooked or when he took some time to chat with Bobby, who had quickly grown rather fond of his mothers old friend. She thinks she could do this forever, seeing him every day, rebuilding what they’d lost. Building what they could have had, if their lives had been different.

Rejection would have stung but she could accept it. But that’s not what this was. Even with the unspoken things between them, secrets aside, Aggie knows he feels something too. He has to. People didn’t look at each other like they did, not unless if there was was something there. No, it’s not rejection. It’s trying to hide, and Aggie Yearling is sick of hiding. And he’s the one person she never wanted to hide from.

“My life got worse the second I left you in Jersey. It’s only gotten worse! The only good thing that’s have happened to me since then are having my boy,” She points out of the room in the direction of the spare room where Bobby was fast asleep on a couch. “And finding you again. That’s IT.” She steps up to him, looking into his tired eyes which age him significantly. What’s happened to him? What happened to the fiery spirited boy?

“I haven’t felt right since I lost you, Stanley. I didn’t even know it but I think I’ve been looking for you this whole time because here? With you? I finally feel like myself again.” She grabs his shoulders. “I don’t care what’s happened. I don’t care what you’ve done. I’ve done stuff too, bad stuff!” She can’t quite keep her voice as level now as tears sting her eyes. “I don’t care! It’s you, Stanley! It’s always been you, you’ve always been the person for me.” Her hands slip down his shoulders, taking his hands. “I just got you back. I’m not losing you again, you hear me?” Tears slip down her thin face, her grip on his hands tightening. “You don’t really believe that do you? That you’d ever make my life worse? All you’ve ever done for me is make things better, Stanley.”