#dribbledrabbles

[scribbledchapters]

What will be, will be.

What’s meant to be yours will return to thee.

It may be saddening to see,

Sometimes it’s just not meant to be.

scribbledchapters R.N

[furious-miscellaneous]

woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooim

no idea it’s a date, kind of

You wouldn’t call it a date.

In a manner of speaking, nothing between you worked that way. It simply fell into place in an ugly, colourful heap of things too beautiful individually to stay apart.

Neither, for that matter, would the lieutenant. Structure was a thing that held itself aloft on the tenuous physics of ruination. If either of you were to name tonight a ‘date’, the surface tension would puncture; the sodden beams of constructs still worth saving would simply unbind, given to the river.

Not a tragedy.

Just a consequence.

They weren’t goalposts to be held or swiveled out of place at will, no; only the shivering collage of self-images gingerly put back together, as like to repel out of cynicism as to yearn out of hope.

A weathered thumb and forefinger kneaded one another as he scanned in front of him for nothing in particular. What’s an angry old bastard supposed to say, now? You didn’t have the answer to that to hide from him. You had, to wit, nothing to hide at all, and it was disarming.

At length his steps slowed to a swaying halt, and he leaned his head sideways, just to permit the ambience. If you were to pry into his tired mind now, the hitching macramé of his thoughts would read out to something as haphazard as

“Being with you is almost as good as being alone”; but, were you to linger in the tangle of his threads of thought, you would also feel him slapping his own forehead ad nauseum. That wasn’t it.

He let the sleet-flecked breeze push some of his long, messy hair around the peak of his strong brow. Then he spoke.

“Uh. Sorry it isn’t exactly romantic. Don’t really know what to do with these things anymore, s’first time I’ve bothered in a long time.” He still wouldn’t look at you directly, but his brows tightened, collecting bargaining shadows to choose what next to do.

Ever the recorder, you only watched him curiously, inviting him to continue, were there anything else to add.

“…Yeah, shit.” He shook his head, freeing a few spare flintlock waves into his face.

“We could talk shop, if it’d suit you better to have something to chew on.”

“Absolutely fuckin’ not,” he snorted, but a crooked corner betrayed a kind of amusement at the suggestion. “Not unless you’ve got some sort of brilliant epiphany about those skeletons in your closet.”

“It isn’t my closet, Lieutenant, but very funny. No, nothing yet. Connor’s a godsend, honestly, though. Dry bone sampling used to take weeks to handle and process.” The older man nodded sagely, the awkward starburst-crack grin still sitting on his lips.

When you’d both stopped in the path for some time, he brought his eyes back down to earth, and shifted them to you. That was when their other most striking feature made itself obvious to you; their seething intellect and grit was familiar, but what was really arresting all of a sudden was how abyssally, pelagic blue they were. Bastions of colour and dark, set into river valleys of skin and silver and slate.

He shrugged. “No idea what the little black book says to do anymore around this point in an evening, but I got a hunch for something to fill in for it.” You smiled a little wider and pricked up an eyebrow. Few things in life were as galvanizing as when Hank Anderson muttered, mused, or spat that he had an idea.

“…Thanks, Doc.” Gravity disobeyed itself as you processed that an arm had come stiffly round your back and given your shoulder a comforting squeeze. “Think I might’a actually enjoyed myself tonight.” Some of his most forbidding, hawkish features looked softer than they ever had before. Reflexively, you offered a bow of your head. “Ah, so you are capable of shades between infuriated and glum.” He rumbled with a bout of mock-derisive chuckling.

The hand slipped reluctantly from your shoulder and looked for an exit, it seemed, into its corresponding coat pocket, but paused before docking. You were face to face, closer than before, and the humble, self-effacing stutter of his smile still lingered. With a startling docility, his tall, broad frame dipped toward yours and left an upsettingly chaste kiss at your temple.

“How do I sign up for my next appointment?”, he teased at himself, largely, head shaking slowly at the inherent sleaze in that line.

“I’m not that kind of doctor, Lieutenant.” You stand up on your tiptoes to try returning the gesture to his own hairline, but couldn’t climb any higher than the hedge of his beard at his jaw.

“So there’s no waiting period. Swing by during office hours,”, you concluded, with a firm jab in his chest.

“Ooh, lucky me. The doctor is in.”

The drive back to your apartment wasn’t long enough, but the minutes of patient, parallel interaction mattered as much as the rest of the night.

[gravesnguns-blog]

12

Her eyes were wide, searching for something that wasn’t there. Seeing what wasn’t there. Her pulse was racing, palms sweating. Blue eyes were flickering between red and black as she kept her back to a wall. One of the kitchen knives was clutched against her chest in a shaking hand. It was visible, the shaking of her hand. 

There was a slow trickle of sweat rolling down her cheeks that was met with a rolling tear. Her chest was heaving, the unsettling solid colored eyes flicking about. Pulling her bottom lip in between her teeth, she chewed on it for a moment. Ears twitched at every little sound. There was a deep breath that she held till it was let out in shakily.

Evelyn felt tears still rolling down her cheeks as she lost her grip on the knife. Hand still shaking, she covered her mouth to muffle the whimper that she let out at the clang of the metal. Her body slowly followed suit of the knife, crumbling into a shaking mess.

[schmablemabel]

Hug me! ((Ok I didn't realize you were doing whole frikking drabbles pffft))

(( I GET CARRIED AWAY SOMETIMES but yeah this is more of a starter thing than a full on drabble haha ))

Run-into-their-arms hug

She was sitting on the front porch when she noticed someone walking up towards the Shack. Mabel stood up, squinting in order to get a better look at who it could be. The figure came into focus and she saw a familiar head of shaggy blond hair that hadn't been around in what seemed like ages. Grinning as big as she could, she kicked off her shoes so she wouldn't trip in the dirt path and ran towards Billy as fast as her legs would take her, startling him a little bit when she jumped up into his arms, embracing him.

"Billy!! I've missed you!"

[schmablemabel]

Oops!

15. Your character walking in on mine piss drunk.

She should not have touched that bottle that was in the desk and she most definitely shouldn't have finished the entire thing. Mabel was giggling at nothing, rolling around on the wooden floor. She looked up to see Discord, or a rather blurry version of him anyway.

"Discord, buddy! How's it goin'?" She started giggling again for no reason, trying to sit up but failing. Discord said nothing but watched her drunken antics, quite amused by them.

Mabel pulled herself up using the chair next to her, staring at Discord with the most ridiculous look on her face. "Anyone ever told you you have a nice voice? Because you have a nice voice. Really. You do." She fell off of the chair she had just managed to sit down on properly, bursting into a fit of laughter again.

[schmablemabel]

"oops~"

4. Your character walking in on mine in the shower.

She was all dirty from rolling around outside with Waddles and desperately needed to get clean. She shut the bathroom door behind her, locking it like always, or at least so she thought. She reached in to turn the nozzle on the shower so it would be the perfect temperature when she got in, discarding her clothes in front of the bathtub. Mabel stuck her hand under the shower head to make sure it wasn't too hot or too cold and hopped in. 

She was glad to be getting the dirt clods out of her hair and the mud off of the rest of her. She looked at the water as it made its way to the drain, turning a muddy brown color. She grabbed the shampoo and started to wash her hair, humming a tune as she did so.

Claudia had been looking for Mabel all day and she sensed she was behind the door that was in front of her. She made her way in and noticed the girl wasn't wearing anything. How odd. She peered behind the shower curtain just as Mabel had finished shampooing her hair. As soon as she opened her eyes, she screamed. 

"CLAUDIA GET OUT OF HERE!" She shielded herself with the shower curtain, throwing a bar of soap at Claudia as she went to wait outside.

[schmablemabel]

Oops!

6. Your character walking in on mine kissing a stranger.

Mabel walked around downtown, happy now that she had the yarn that she'd been wanting for ages. She skipped through the park absentmindedly before bumping into someone, dropping her yarn and falling into the grass. "Sorry!" She looked up at the stranger, a boy who looked to be about her age, maybe a year or two older. 

"It's okay, really." He held a hand out to help her up and she gladly took it. She bent over to pick up the yarn she'd dropped just as the boy bent over to pick it up for her. They bumped foreheads and before Mabel knew what was happening, the boy's lips were on hers.

Alan had just come from the Mystery Shack, being told by Dipper that Mabel had gone downtown. He hoped he could catch up to her. He had a surprise for her. He saw a girl who looked very familiar bent over kissing someone he didn't know. It took him a second to realize it was Mabel. But who the heck was that guy she was with.

Mabel pulled away, embarrassed. "Sorry, couldn't resist." The boy shrugged. Mabel glared at him and picked up her yarn quickly. "Well you should have at least asked first!" She walked hastily back in the direction of the Shack, seeing Alan on her way.

"Oh, hi Alan!" She realized he must've seen the incident just now and she smacked her forehead. "Oh gosh that must have looked really terrible. I don't even know that guy, he just came up and—" "It's alright!" Alan cut her off before she could finish explaining. "I heard you yelling at him."