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Never forgetting the one scene in a Gravity Falls Wattpad fanfic where Stanford wore a fucking THONG to the POOL-
No I don't remember the context, to it happening {I think it was either a dare, or he lost a bet} or the entire fic itself... just this one scene 😭🙏
AND IT WON'T LEAVE MEEEEEEE-
D'you ever see a subfolder in your WIPs folder and then start giggling like a loon?
One of those items is the folder for posted fics, and one is for scraps. The other 41 are aaaaaaaaall things y'all have to look forward to eventually :3
Why am I totally alone umder a blanket at home? I should be buried under my parents' German shepherds.
I thought of posting some WIPs so you dears are aware of what's going behind the scenes! Hehe~ I wouldn't be saying the title, of course... but will be revealing the characters-
"I'm not some child anymore.." his monotonous tone is so unlike him—it's as if he no longer is the person you grew up with.
The way his carmine optics bore against your [c]s is foreign.
It's scary.
"Kazu-"
"So please refrain from initiating unnecessary coddling," he cuts you off with a swivel as he leaves for the door. "I have grown up now, sister. I.. need you less."
"I just realized that we're in some major problems. Um, how hard is it to create a fitting melody now that we have ourselves a lyricist?"
"Heavens, Venti, you're the songwriter."
"Hey, no rush! How about you focus on getting the set up and ready for filming??"
"How in the world will we film when the song's not even recorded yet!?"
The spectacle is now a usual sight for a certain silverette, who sits at the nearby bench with a bemused grin as he revises the lyrics in his folder. 'Soaring' is playing in his ears.
He glances at the bickering pair and snickers.
Yup, a normal day.
The Outlander stares at you with wide eyes, the astrolabe in his hands falling to the ground in shock. Paimon hides at his back with a shriek.
"You-! You appeared out of nowhere!" exclaims the floating pixie, "What gives?!"
Dipping your head in reverence of the one who has awakened you from your slumber, you respond.
"I'm from the stars in the evening sky, I will be of service to you from now on."
"From the stars?" the blond furrows his brows and, with a breathless whisper, says, "Someone said those are false."
"Ah, yeah! Scaramouche mentioned that months ago! But this lady said she came from the stars themselves! Hah! Let's see how he's slapped with certain fact!"
Scaramouche. To think that you'd hear that name as soon as you awaken... it makes you laugh.
The Traveler catches sight of this and, bewildered, questions if you know him.
The smile on your face is bittersweet.
"More than you know, Traveler."
Sometimes I (with no account, mind you) check on Twitter for Fnaf news, and then I end up finding random stuff like this.
Somebody on Twitter really challenged another user to write a Scraptrap love song. I’m betting that was a joke.
But some followers know how I am sometimes about joke suggestions—
(And in case you’re wondering, I want to go the Silly Songs with Larry route with this. No idea how this will turn out.)
