#crazyufokid

[unitezine]

I just wanted to say that i am REALLY looking forward to this zine!

Aaaahhh!! Thank you so much!!! Although, I may be even more excited than you are. It's a contest now. /lh

[aroflowey]

for the shipping bingo

zasr :D

zasr (assuming its zim and skoodge !)

they wouldnt work in canon because i think none of the ships with zim would work in canon XD he's TERRIBLE.

but man the idea i have of them is nice. them <3 (im more of a casual enjoyer though XD)

[nxtwhatheseems]

((I live in Oregon and we definitely have both fleas and ticks as a forest pest. LOTS of bug spray and a precautionary hosing down of all clothing with permethrin in advance is the answer. ;D Those kids are slathering themselves in it, I'm sure.))

(( Ayy thank you so much for telling me! :O I can imagine that those kiddos probably would hate all of the hassle that goes into it :/

But I personally love the idea @primxmvivere had that Stan uses big dog pipettes on the back of their necks. It’s perfect and low key enough and probably saves on some money too :O )) 

[thespianthelesbian]

Pretense (for headcanon ask.)

Stanford Pines is the King of Pretense. He was able to convince Fiddleford (temporarily) that the work they were doing was completely safe and rational. He was able to make it seem like he was the one in control the whole time during their work with the portal. He is very good at pretense.

And he also hates it.

He can’t help but hide the truth. Even now, in a relatively safe circumstance, he can’t let anyone know what’s going on inside of him. He flat out refuses to draw attention to any negative feeling, any problem that arises. He will not, and can not show it to anyone. Not even Stanley. Maybe it has something to do with the excessive paranoia that comes with having someone able to see literally every dark corner of your mind, or the years of necessary self preservation now ingrained into his wiring, but he will deflect, ignore and pretend everything’s fine and dandy until it is. Or until he physically can’t anymore.It’s destructive, but it’s reflexive, and it takes a lot to pull him away from it. 

[callousisms-blog]

ALL THIS TALK OF WEDDINGS MAKES ME REMEMBER ERIS AND I NEVER GOT OUR WEDDING OFFICALLY OVER WITH. LEAST WITH THE ADDITION OF BEING LAST TO BAT I GET TO PLAN HOW TO KNOCK THIS ONE OUT OF THE PARK!

[hillbillyisms-blog]

@crazyufokid

Dib blinked, as he came around a bend in the trees, camping backpack on his back, and came across… a hillbilly that looked to be building some kind of giant mechanical critter? Oh, man. He grinned uncontrollably. “Howdy yourself,” he greeted the coot, raising a hand. “I’m Dale. I’m exploring the mysteries around Gravity Falls! Mostly so far that just involves wandering around and camping in the trees a lot until I stumble over something cool, like just now!” He moved closer to the hillbilly’s project, curious, pack rattling a little as he approached. “Is that a skeletal armature for a force projection and duplication system? It kind of looks like it to me…”

“Dale! What a nice name for a nice young man!” Fiddleford smiled easily, showing off a set of brand new dentures; though he still insisted on keeping one of his gold fillings. “I’m Fiddleford Hadron McGucket, local kook... well, naw, I guess I’m eccentric now on account of the mansion I bought with my amassed fortune from all my great inventions!” He gestured to the giant mechanical spider-like thing he was building.

He gave Dale a surprised look when the young man described the invention in a mostly accurate manner. “Oh, ya do a little tinkerin’ yourself, do ya?” His grin broadened, and his eyes gleamed in an almost excited manner. It was usually the kind of look nerds give each other upon meeting a fellow nerd to geek out with. He gave an eager nod to Dib. “I get mighty carried away when I’m building these here robits. It’s specific purpose is for anomalous detection, motion capture catch-and-release system whatchamajig. The duplication system thingamacallit is just a base stand-off point to give me something to work with-” He started going into some more hi-tech science babble but seemed to catch himself.

“Oh, sorry. Silly ole me, getting all carried away again. Anyway, this is just a little project I’m workin’ on for a dear ole friend of mine. Come to think it, I’d be awfully surprised if ya hadn’t run into him yet if you’re doing as ya say you’re doing. Lotta mystery in these here parts.”

[cryptographic-catalyst]

( @crazyufokid continued from here)

Bill seemed to be in a lazy mood. His eye was closed and his thin, blackish arms had been raised behind his ‘head’area, hat floating somewhere above Dib’s knee, as his small, black feet had found the other ones forearm to be an excellent stool.

It wasn’t evident if he was dozing, doing some things in the mindscape or just decided to browse whatever Dib currently met with his own awareness through Dib’s mind. He seemed to just rest and warm the other ones lap.

[cryptographic-catalyst]

Available Seat

Send “Available Seat”and My Muse will come sit in Your Muse’s lap.

Bill floated towards the human, who had gotten comfortable on the armchair, hanging his legs over one of the arm rests, a book neatly held before his face and flopped himself down in the human’s lap, leaning against his legs... perceived as just a warm lightweight, barely bothersome at all.

“JUP, THIS IS NICE. GET COMFORTABLE, WE WON’T MOVE FOR HOURS.”