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[thefandomcassandra]

mwehehehee *twirls mustache at your shipping issue*

Damn you and your excellent art. :|

[thefandomcassandra]

How did you get bill as your mouse cursor?

I actually downloaded this cursor pack by sakicchi and installed it. Enjoy :)

[thefandomcassandra]

saw ur fic abt wendy being a werewolf and would love to know if u have any more thoughts on that?

Wowowow friend thanks!!!

Well the initial idea was borrowed from genalovestoons and winterbolt's monsterfalls au. That's just about where the similarities end though.

Werewendy in the transcendence au (or my werewendy anyway…) is a shifter, which means that instead of changing uncontrollably, she can choose when to change and how far to go. Her most comfortable form is somewhere in between, with digitigrade legs, a tail, fluffy wolf ears, and sharp canine teeth. That being said, when she goes into any town that’s not Gravity Falls, she usually goes full-human. (There’s the whole pro-nat bias and some people aren’t too keen on a werewolf just waltzing through town due to stigmata and whatnot.)

What happened was an accident. A shifter she had been hunting bit her pretty bad and the odd combination of magic and a virus raged through her system and changed her. (The shifter hadn’t been doing anything bad, just hunting a little too close to humans for their liking and she had been sent as an envoy. Unfortunately they were pretty far gone with a were sickness known as moon-longing that affects about 3% of all were-kind and causes them to go feral so she had to put them down, resulting in her getting bit.) The odds of a were-kind bite changing you is 1:5000—most people just get sick like they have the flu and move on—so when Wendy didn’t get any better and started shifting is when they got concerned. After a decent bit of mother-hen nesting syndrome from Dipper—who stupidly swore up and down it was all his fault but Wendy bapped him over the head enough times to dissuade that idea—and some research into local shifter clans, Wendy figured out how to get back on her feet and move on.

Now she uses her skills to aid in her hunting, but now that she’s part of the oppressed minority—albeit a more human-passing member—she understands the supernatural beings more. She’s even less likely to aim for the kill now and more likely to talk to the being. She spends a lot of her time in the wilderness now and, even though I HCed her as not really being too chuffed by nudity, tends to walk around with only pants on when she can get away with it because why bother? Breasts aren’t a sexual organ and it’s not like nobody’s never seen a nipple before.

(Also a little softcore HC that she takes in orphaned children of supernatural beings who’s parents were killed by less honorable hunters and keeps them from becoming the monsters that human society thinks they are until she can find a permanent home for them.)

Glad you liked this idea though!

[thefandomcassandra]

Heehee. I gotta say, I like Durai. Poor guy's just trying to figure stuff out. Look forward to reading more about him. X3

Glad that I've crafted a character that has captured your attention so raptly! :D

Durai is a precious babbu and if you ask mod s about him she may or may not burst into tears because I have told her my plans for this poor man. It is glorious. :)

[thefandomcassandra]

Hey, are you thinking of becoming a mod for the transcendence au? You write amazing fics and do so much worldbuilding ya know, just a thought! I'd say it'd be fun but I'm pretty sure it's more like selling your soul though

Honestly, no. I never thought about it. I do chat with the mods from time to time but currently they're not looking for any more mods. If they do open up applications, I'd love to be promoted from rabid fan to demon mod.

I really appreciate the compliment that I write well and do a lot of worldbuilding. Being a writer myself, and wanting to make a living off of writing eventually, worldbuilding is a fun part of my day. I love spending hours building up my world and characters and religions. It makes my day so it's easy for me to just sit back and think "yo, this would be cool." It makes mods s, z, and h SUPER happy when I do chat with them about all the things I think up.

Anyway, rambling aside, thank you for the recommendation (I assume this to be as such?) and I would happily sell my soul to be immortalized in a fandom as welcoming and pleasant as this one.

[thefandomcassandra]

Anon from like two seconds ago: nevermind. Ignore. The link to your commissions didn't load. Apologies. I'm a liar. Trash. Ignore me. Have a beautiful day.

Dude, it's okay. All is good. It was a misunderstanding. I wasn't even mad.

Mistakes happen.

[thefandomcassandra]

Prompt: Henry's family meeting mabel and maybe dipper too.

Someone has already done this one but for sure I will do my best to CRUSH THEIR EXAMPLE UNDER THE FEET OT MY WORDS!!!!!!!!

You could suffocate under the heavy fog of awkwardness that was meeting Henry’s parents. It was very obvious as to why Henry didn’t really talk about them all that much, let alone invite his fiancee and his fiancee’s family to meet them.

First impressions are, as always, important, but the first impressions that the Corduroys gave left a bitter taste in not only Dipper and Stan’s mouths, but Mabel’s as well. It was very hard to make Mabel Pines not like someone—Pacifica being a prime example, they were friends now and Mabel never really outright hated her—but the Corduroys…they made a few mistakes from the get-go.

First, they were heavily Pro-Natural. Their house—why had he even agreed to meet in their home?—was covered in all sorts of wards, luck charms, propaganda, and a piece of art from the New Canaan Church’s “Seven Circles” series. Second, they never liked Henry’s aspirations to begin with. They always thought he should have gone into something more “respectable” like the family’s law firm. Third, and finally, they were the most passive-aggressive shitlords this side of the Veil–in Henry’s opinion.

“So how long have you two been dating?” Henry’s mom asked, tight-lipped and looking like she had sucked on a lemon. (Henry picked up on the subtext of ‘how long have you been fucking her you ungrateful heathen?’)

“A while,” Mabel smiled, showing off her now-perfectly straight teeth accented with a single silver line of her retainer. After she had gotten her braces off, she decided that while an invisible retainer was cool, having a metal mouth was cooler.

“And how long is a while?” ('Don’t avoid the question you hussy, I was talking to my son.’)

“It doesn’t matter, mom. All I wanted to tell you was that we are now engaged and plan to get married within the next year.” Henry clutched Mabel’s hand like a lifeline while she showed off her–admittedly cheap but still thoughtful–engagement ring.

“Oh?” His dad raised an eyebrow, looking down his nose at the simple band on her finger, “An iron band? Doesn’t your job pay more?” ('This is what you get for following your foolish dreams’)

“It’s enchanted!” Mabel said, smiling wide as she uttered the incantation. The band glowed a rainbow of colors and the words 'Together forever’ appeared on the band in bright red letters. You could almost hear Henry’s parents’ have a vein burst in their heads.

“How…nice.” Henry’s mom smiled, though it never reached her eyes. Stan looked at Henry, then back to Henry’s parents and wondered how on Earth they produced such a level-headed child.

“And I like your sweater Marie,” Henry’s dad added through clenched teeth.

Mabel smiled again and gestured down to her summoning wheel sweater, “It’s Mabel and thanks! I made it myself. It’s fully functioning and is specifically made to summon one specific demon only!”

“A demon? Why would you want to summon one of those?”:('Are you fucking nuts? Why would you agree to marry an Equal Rights nutjob like her?!’)

“Yeah. He’s currently hanging out in the Dreamscape but he wanted to be here for the news to be passed on like Grunkle Stan here. I could call him if you wanted!” Mabel activated the pin hidden in her engagement ring and pricked her finger, waiting for the right moment to add the blood to call Dipper.

She was good at playing the happy fool; she knew what they were and why they were so on edge. She was purposely being obtuse to piss them off and damn if Henry didn’t love her more for it. She knew him so well.

“Why would he be in our house? It’s warded rather tightly. Our local exterminator told us this would keep out even Maloch of the Seventh Realm!” Henry’s dad was looking pale now, wiping sweat off his brow with a handkerchief and looking askance at his son.

Mabel shrugged and Stan spoke up now, very tired of the way that these two were treating his great-nephew-in-law. “Nah. He can get through most wards that would keep out anything as weak as Maloch. Mabel honey, why don’t you call your brother to this plane. I think he may have a few things to say to the Corduroys.”

The color that Henry’s parents turned was way too enjoyable. What happened next was even better.

Mabel smeared the blood in the center of her sweater and it glowed a bright cyan. The Corduroys could only look on in horror as, from the center of Mabel’s chest, emerged the black and gold form of Alcor the Dreambender.

“S̟̜̘̋ͥ̔̀̾̓̓O͎̩͇ ̣̭̜̖̞̤͒ͭ̄́Y͋̃͛̏͆͂̚Ö̤̤͍͔̲̟́U͕̥ͯ̉ ̤͙̣̼͙̲͇͐̎̆̈͗ͨͭL͑I̬ͥ̎ͣ̎K͋Eͭͦ̓̉̿͂ͥͅ ̝̮̺̱͍̏̊ͬT̼͂̉́ͨO͇͎͇̻͔ ̈́ͧ̆̏̀̚B̙̰̙̤͙͎͗E͉̱̳̠̮ͥ̇ͪ̚ ̲̑̂͌͛̃͐P͍A͉̻͈͎͎͓̔ͭ̏͆̍ ̮̮̹̒̔S͙̤̝̦̹̗͌ͪ̀̾H̿́͌ͣ̿ͧI̠̯̘̦̤̥͆̓̐T̩͚̲̞͖̘͎̏͆ͧͫ̓̚S͕͈̙͇͇͖̭,̼̤͙̓̋͂̌ͬ̾͒ D̩͈̳̩͛̓ͣͫ̓ͥÒ̑ͩ̐̀ ̣̬̦Ý̻̝͈̘̬̺̣̊ͨ̽̃O͎̱̳̬͔ͦŮ̽͗͗̅ͪ?̣̘̐̾̿ͮ ̠̤͉͓̥̺̲ͥͤ͊Y̤̣̘Ỏ̻͉̫̙̟̬̜ͫ̈́U̪͎͚͂̇ͫ̇͌ͯ ͕̠͕͉̠͎ͅL͉̯̣̰͚̈̏̒̎̃̐I͚̼̬͍̲͂̐̾͆̓͌K̙̥̟͉̲̙E͙͇̝̱ͬ̊͊ͣ̑̈́ͯͅ ̯̲̮ͦ̓T̜ͥ̅͑ͭ͗͛̃O̘̜̦̘͖̰ͪ̌ͥ ͎͉̼̥̟̹̪͋́͒ͨͪͥ͋Š̼̼͎̃̇ͥ̓ͨ̄M̳̩̺͙͚͑I̙͙̠͇͇ͣ̊ͪͩͪĽ̯͔̝̳̪͂̎ͮ͊ͦ͋E̠̝̲̣̐ ͇̦͊Ã̼̤ͪ̋̌N̼͉̰̈̊ͅD͎ͮͫ̈̃́ ̳̩̳ͩ͌͆P̥͔̙̟̳͕̦͒͐̈́͋R͓̠̯̔ͅE̱̰̤̥̲̭̭TE̝̦̼̊́̅ͧͨ̅̒Ñ̞̱̺̠̟ͣ̐D̗̓ͣ̇ͪ̽̚ ̼̺̖̼̝͔̇ͬͧ͒ͧY̮ͭ͊̅̌ͮO͎̻̮̱͕͖ͦ͂͌͗ͥÜ͔̫͖͓̮͎͔ͤ ͈̯̍̈́ͦ̑̀̂ͣL̬̱͈̠̱͕̙̇̆́̏̉I̒ͭ̽̈́ͨ̋͋K̤͙̱̤̦͍̀ͬͧE̟̰ ̯̍̍M̦̘̰̑̑͒͗ͧY̿͛̏̏ ̥̬̺̪̟͛͋̆̅̋͋S̹͇̺̮̖͕ͭͫ̉I̙̰̥̦̔̀̆ͥ̍ͭS̰T̤̹̦̺̘͑ͭͥ̋̎E̪̫̹͖̝̘̻ͭ̄R̤̜̳̖̐̋ͯ͆̾̽ ̫̠͖ͤͤD̞̖͎̜̯͚E̝̰̹̣͔̖̘̿̿ͤS̼̤͉̥̓P̦͚̈́I̥̲̞̐̄ͫT̲̭̫̬̋ͭ̃̐͌ͬ̍E͓͇̮͓͇̤̼̾̆ͥ̑̎ ͍̩ͪͥ̃B̩̖̱̦̰̣̲̈́ͣḘ͍ͨĨ̦͕͔̘ͮͨN̻͚͕̘̤̐̎̉ͮ̄ͫ̚G̺͇̞͉̦̙̪ ̳̬̭̰̥̙̘̋̋ͩ̚P̼̖̰̞̖̮͑ͭ̒̿̌R̞̱̰̣̳̯͍̍ͫͭͦ͋O̗͇̼̠̲̊-̭͚̭̰̩͓ͬ͂̈́̍ͥ̆̽N͈͚͛̐͊ͩ̈A̞̫̱̦̝̣̙̓̾̊͒̃͐T̓ͦ̏̒̀ͯUR̭̥̖̰̣̪Ạ͇͇͍͇̖͚ͤͣ̂͐̌L̻̻̖̰͎̞ ̞̘̋͒̐̆͋A̜̍͆̃ͭ̐̄S̙͋̉͊̓̑̚Ṣ̜͓̞͓̗̣͆͒ͬͧ̄H̟͎̥̩̠͇͗͂Ȏ̹͍͇̼̙̲̰̈́̇͌̆L͇ͨ͆̓̓ͮͬE̦̘̤͒͒ͣ̉S͍̬͊ͩ Ă̫͍͖̣̠̋̾͛͒͂N̤̻ͯ͋̅͊͊̆̀D͕͚ͪͧ̔ ̼̬̺ͥ͆̾͐͌́ͅD̞̺͖̳̓̆̏ͪ̆̃ES͒P̖̹͙͍ͤͧ̐̚I̗͉̰̺̰̺ͬ͒̈S̞̤͖I͔̜̼ͣͅN̼̱̯͕̮͉̙ͪ͛̏G͉̅ ͓͖̯̫̤ͩ̉̒ͪ͌Ě̫̭͓ͩ͆͐ͭ͆̇Ṿͧ̔ͪ̎ͩẼ̙̚R̪̱̙̓͗͒ͧͩ͗ͭY̹̍͗ͪ́̋̌T̼̠̦̲̅ͩ̃͐H̺̖͍͔͌ͭͣI̟̠̜͎͇͈͛̐ͤͮͮ̾N̞̲̿ͥͦ̑Gͭͯ ͫ̆̉́ͩS͙̝͕̫͉̮͔ͧ̉ͣͬH͉̻͖̟̼̤̀̓ͯͯ͛ͤE̳̫͉ͤ͌́ͤ ̮̞͆̓͗ͫͦS͓͓̖̬̺̮̀̊ͅT̺̭͖̪̟͎͎A̗̬̤̥͈ͨ͂ͨ͑N̮̠͖͖̱͕̼̆͐D͙̪̗ͬ͆ͤS̺͙͚̟̭̬̪͗ͧͬ͒̾̚ ͛ͨ̅̍̅ͮFͪ͋̌͋ͧͦȮ̯͕̯̤ͧ̽R̻ͯ̑̎̈́ͥ̒̍?͙̤̦̙͚̞͍͒ͫͥ ̳ͧ̿͛͑̃ͨ̉Ḁ͓̫͚̯̥̝ͣ́ͪ͌ͧND͛͒̔̈́ ̱͓̭̘͋̋͂Y̲͔̖̻̫̦ͩͨͮO̟͒̍̒̇͒ͣͣU͍͍ͫ̈́̑̏ͨ ͈̼̥͓̹͇ͤͧ͗͊̍H̗͉̙̳̟̩̾́̊͗͂͌͗Ā̰͈̩͚͙͌Vͥ̿ͣẼ̪̫̩͓̹͕͈ͩ̑͊̏ ̺̼̫̠̬̋̔ͪT̟͙̱̤͎̔H̝̭͎̲̄̃ͧ̚E͔̠̫̍̄ͩ̂ͤ̊ ̠͒G̠̹̭͒̉͑̎A̞̺̬̥̻͗L̬̮L͚̙̪̼̩̥͋͑̚ ͔͎͓̟ͪT̟̹̜͇̰͕̭̀̋͐͑ͪ̚̚O̪͈̪̰͕̤̓̚ ̖͚̲̦͙͉͂̊̂ͧ̚I͚ͫ̆͗̋ͧN̠V̮̦͍̤̖̳ͨ̿ͣIͭͭͫ̎T̠̼̗͉̞͕̗̓̿̏ͧ̄̓Ẹ̼̖̿ͨ̓̒ ̱ͦ̽̏ͣ̋M̥̙͕͔̹͓̪ͧ̐͆̔̓Ẏ͕̺͋͗̃͛ ͓͇̞͍͚̹͛͑̉͒̚F̭̹̍̽̂ͪͭͫ̃A̭̰͇̰̜̿ͧͣ̈́ͭͧ̚ͅM̪͍ͥI̞̺̜̦̞ͪ͗ͧL̹̟͉̰̱̎̓̿͂̊̀Y͓͚̮̙ͯͭ͒ͭ ̳͎͍͈̼̓̾̚Ó̮VE̘̩̟̤͋̌̃̓͌͑ͬȐ͉̘̭̑̒ ̟͔̭͍̬ͧ̿ͦ͑Ṱ̠͚̳̥̹̗̓͋͊͌̄̂O͈̱̒͛̇ͩ̋ͮ̒ ̳̣̰ͬY̫͈̼̐̈́̀̀̓O̤͌͌̾̒U͍̼͍̯̗ͬ̉̇R ͔H̘͚̫̻͙̜̩̓̓̂́ͭ̓̈O̰ͩ̃̿̿̉U̜͈͎ͫ͆̅̐ͤS̜͙̝̑͂ͩE̳̣̣̦̞̱͍ͬ͂̽̃ ͬͬͫ̑̉ͪO̫̯̘̦͒̓ͥ͌ͤ̅̾N̓ͫL͙̭ͮ͌̂̇̄Y̠̟ͦ͆̌̎ͥ ̱̤̹̄ͮ̾ͫ̑T̪͚̠̜ͦ͋ͣ̾ͦͥ̑ͅO̠͓̺ ̮͔̔̎̋̊I̠̖̩͓͛N̹͓̫͂͂͗ͮ̅̃̊Š̠̦͇̥̻̠ͦṴ̣̗̠ͪ̀͂̓̍Ḽ͈T̳̖̺͈͌̉ ̣̹̬͚̇͌̎ͥ̔ͫT͚̞̝̱͕̭̽͌ͮ̓͂͒H̲̖̦̭̠̙̋E͇͑͐ͪ͋͛M͇̳͖̱͊ͤͫͯ̅̒ ̭͖͎͍̥̭̂̀́̾͒̌Ă̺̤̼̳͎̦̜N̲̪̣͋ͣ̈̌̅̉ͯD̲̟͈̪̰̰͑́ͣ̆͛̉ ̖̤ͬͧ͗͌́͊B̙́̒̌E̳̲̰̤̗͕̓͋ͅL̝͎͉͔̤̹ͩͫ̽I̖̪̝̲̣͚̐TT̳̏L͉̙̩̀͌͑̎E̻̘͌ ̦̗̣̔̒̚̚T̻̖̫͎̎ͪH̗̘̀̂͋̋ͅE͍̥̐ͮ̾̅͗M̗̱͓͚̯̈ͩ?̝̙͓̰͔̘̫ͯ̆̓͌̈́ͮ̒” He cackled and threw his head back, flames shooting from his hands and mouth. “I̤T̪̿̋̃ͣͯ'̝̼͇̟̭̮͆̌̌ͅS̽ͪ̎͂ͦ̚ ͔̠ͣ̃ͅAͣ̿̓͑ͮͤ̂ ̦̟͓͖̫͌P̹͈͕̦̟̽̊̃I̝͈̝͒ͬ̽̋T̫͕͍̥͒̑̄̅͗Y͗̇ ̜͓̦̯̹̰̩TH͈̘͎͓̮̮̟͊ͧͬ͐A͙͓̝͖ͭ̈Ṯ͎̳̃ ̱͔̮͍̌Ḥ̟͍̘̥̉E̠̜ͯN̯̪ͦṞ̈͌ͅY̜̼͙̭͗̃ ̪F̦̠ͣ͛̄̈ͩḚE̱͚͕͈̹̗͓͂L̼̲̦̰̭̪͌͋͌̔̑̀S̤̪ͦ ̬͈̝̜͇̲͂͋͛͆ͬͤ̀F̻͐͋̐ͯ̑Ạ̙̪̼͈̲̐̋M̮̼͙͕̀I̲̣L͉̟̗̑͆̑̈Î͍̯AL̲͍̜͍̥̜̐̃ͩ͆ ͑L̫̠̪̥͑̊ͤO̘͆̊V͓̳̭͖̜̀̌E̘ ̺̙͍̜͎̙͌F̮̲̬̒̋ͭ̓Ö̱̜̤̦̣̟̘́R̠ͮ̐ ̻̬̣̗̳͚͑̍̽̐̇Y̔̅̌͋͆̾Ỏ̘̫̖̻ͧ͌̾̅ͤŰ̬̠̻̖̈̀ ̖͖͋́ͭͦ̂̚O̅ͭ͛̋̐ͨŘ ̤̥̻͚̩̦̠̉̎̌͛̎͋̄I̻̖͈̼͕ ̻͖̲͙̂̐̌̉̄̐W͎̼̙͓͔̩͗O̯̥͙͇̫͎̱̓ͣ͊ͧͦU̻̜̣̦͈ͩ͂L̙̝̰̬͓̺͒͂ͩ͑ͤD̝͈̻̖̄ͨ͂̊͒̆ͯ ͎̲̲͕̯ͫͅͅM̫͙̋̈ͣ̎A̲̲͓͛̏ͪ͂ͩͩK̭ͥ̎ͮ̇ͪ̂̚Ē̞͎͖͖͕͔̝͋͛ ̻͓̗̤͓̐S̽͊̾̊U̞̞̝͋̂R͉̞ͣ͒̉ͣ̾ͤE̮̪̮̽̑̈́̔̒͆̽ͅ ̳̺̰̈̈͑Y͕̭̟͓͓̳̭̅ͪO͖̫̠͎͎̿U̘͓̖̭̠̦͆͂ͣ̀̌̏ͅ ̝̯̭͈̘̫̾͗N̹͈̝̼̣̺̳ͮ̿̔͂ͨ̚E̹̣̖̐̂̿̂̃̆V̲̟̎̓̚Ể̟̞̝̣͔̻̏̓ͨR̹̖̝͙̼̀ ̱͔̱͖̈́H͙̹̽̽ͣ̄̽̌U̹̠ͦR̤̩͎̤̹̮͎̃̈͋T͇͖̺̘ ͉̭̖̟̟͕ͦͣ̿͋̅̒̌ͅH̍̌I͕̱̱̭̅̅͆̒̆̓M ̞̽A̹͚ͪ͆͐͂͌G͎̮̟̳Å̪̬̻͍̩͓̋͒I̽̀̐̉̾̈́̅N͕̠̗͓̙ͦͭ̐͑̂.͙͚̱͉̣̫̊ͅ ͖̬̟̦̞ͮ̌͂̒̍̾Ș̬͖̙͉̥́̾Ò̮͂̇ͮͭ,̓͐ͬ̈́ͤ̐ͧ” Alcor leaned in close to Henry’s dad and sneered, “S̘̩̱͇̰̫ͯ͛̓̊͊ͨǍ̿̊͂Ȳ̖̼̹̥̲͉͖͂ ̯ͪ̓̔͋̆̈́͆Ĝ̜̤̙̞̗͖͖ͪŌ͉̪̝̦̥̏ͫ̓̓ͅỘ̮̟͚͕͚̓Ḓ̝̰͚̠͕͑ͤB͉̺̀̊͋͆ͮ͆̈́Ỷ̝̩̦̣̗̳̒̏Ẹ̮̞̻̖͇̲͌ͫ͆̍̄ ̪̓͛̏̓̑A͙͕̗̎N͍̒ͪ͂D͖ ̺̺͖̰̱̱̘̀̉̒͛ͪB͖̜͊͋͛ͨ̐̔ͥE̗̔ ͙H͔͔̒̆͂Aͣͦ́͛P͙̻͕̹̖̹ͤ̅ͪͪ̋̇̃ͅP̩͉͍̰̜ͤ̈́Y̱̲͈̣̤͖̔ͮ ̤̯̮̘͈̍͋̋ͮͯT͍̻̬̦̱̗̣͐͌H̱͉ͨ̍̋̔̓Ä͔̭̙͖̮̠́̒ͦͣͤT̞̘̤̝͙̠̑̌̇͒̔̇ͅ ͙̟͉̰̰̩̻ͮY͈̼͈̝͊̋̓̅ͦ͋̓O͍̮͓̠͇͇͍ͬ̌̄̓̚U̲̘̙̳͍ͫ͛ ̩̎͆͑͆̚W̭̬̺ͬ̌I̪ͣͅL͓̣̓̐̉̃͆̿L̹͍͖͖̦͙̈́ͫ̿̀ͧ͋ ͋ͤͥ̋̎ͥP̼̩̣͍̈́̑̊ͅͅͅR̹̳̹ͪ̇̓O̝̭͙͈̩B̝̃̏A̞̘̘̘͇̭ͥ̋̃̆ͦB̗͙̘̲̟̜̹̉͌̋͐̎̽̓Ĺ̯͉̹̈̉̅͊Y͖͉̯ͣͦ̒ ̘̠̌̿́N̪̣̯̤Eͧ͛̔̆̈́͆̅V̯͙̩͉̌̍̅ͅͅE̮͕̳̠̫̽̊R̰̦̙͆͒ ̭͛͑̓S͕̖̏̎͐ͭͯ̈́E̫̮̩͙̟̼̞Ȅ̗͕̻͓̥̜̲̅ ̜̲̑ͅT͚̺̰̣̪̅̇ͯH̖̜͖̎̔̆͗E̱̜̜̻ͮ̒̊̋̽̅M̤̥͓͔̗͇ͧ͆̓͂͂͂ ̼͉͉͍͕͕͈̍̀ͣͮ̇ͤ̈́AͣͩG̭̖̏̈́̎̄ͥĀ̱̤̤̅I͇͚̱͇̐ͬͣͮ͆̑Ń̫͕͓̐̃ͧ.͚͎͐”

The Corduroys nodded as the Pines stood up and said farewell. When they had all packed into the Stanleymobile and pulled pretty far away from their house, Mabel turned to Henry and gave him a big, bone-crushing hug. “I am so sorry that you ever had to put up with those people. I am so very glad you don’t take their shit and I’m kinda sorry I set Dipper on them.”

“I’m not,” Dipper said, once again in his humanoid form and sitting shotgun. “They were awful people and you deserve better.”

Henry smiled as he 'gently’ punched the demon in the shoulder. “You are all nuts. But I couldn’t ask for a better family.” He chuckled as Stan gave him a thumbs up, too concentrated on his driving to look back and offer words of reassurance. “And next time, Dipper? Please just give them nightmares for a week or so.”

“I̖̤̩͈̻ͥ̓͋̽̊ͮͦs͖̘͛̋ͪ͒ͣ̒ͤ ̹̬̝̱̼̦̗͗t̯͔̭̱̊̂h͈̻͖̱̐̿ḁ̲̼͂͊͆t͔͓̩̺ͪ̚ ̳̲͗̎̿͊ȃ̮̦̺͌ ̼̉̒ͦ͒̋͌dͬ̎̓e̟ͣͩa̱̹̙͓̺̹ͨ͛́̓ĺ͖͚͔͗̊ͭ̉̌̍ͅ?̄̄͆̇ͩ̔”

“No, it’s not.”

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Transcendence AU Prompt: Dipper and Mabel discover that Dipper is allergic to something that is said to repel demons. They also discover that demon sneezes have weird side effects.

Mabel was in stitches. Her brother, the demon, was currently floating in the air, a foot above the table, sneezing his tophat off.

“What–CHOO–was in–HATCHOO–that soup?!” Dipper managed to say, between sneezes. Every time he sneezed, somehting in the room changed. Currently the table was alive and growling at Waddles, there were one too many bookshelves, and a photo of the Pines clan was changing colors.

“Um…nothing you’re allergic to!” Mabel said while giggling.

“Are–CHOO–you sure–HATCHOO–?!” Stan’s hat sprouted flowers and Mabel’s sweater turned into a leather jacket.

“Well not anything that I know…,” Mabel stifled another giggle. “There was pumpkin, thyme, sage–”

“MABEL–KACHOO–SAGE IS USED TO–CHOO–PURIFY PLACES AND–WATCHOO–DRIVE OUT–CHOO–DEMONS!” Gravity turned off, Dipper turned into a sheep, fire shot from Gomper’s mouth, and Stan’s mouth zipped shut.

“Oh…” She grinned goofily. “Whoops.”