#rev falls

[starmilkman]

gift for @kasketetc !!! happiest of belated birthdays hehe 😁😁😁😁😁

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[mortalfaerie]

here is my reverse falls au pitch (rev falls 2.0?) but with my own tweaks:

pacifica (paz) southeast (15) is the child of two hippies who own the mystery shack, a new-age spiritual museum and bookstore. unbeknownst to them, the previous owner who disappeared a years before they bought the shack had placed a shield around it from the supernatural. however, paz being born in the shack did something to the shield and she's basically absorbed it, becoming more or less immune to supernatural forces (she doesn't know this yet).

her friends and allies are the staff at the shack, including wendy corduroy (16) and melody (22). her parents, for all of being new age hippies, are ignorant of the real supernatural under their noses. paz has always been suspicious of the town, but starts to believe when she discovers journal 3 hidden under one of the floorboards in the attic.

the pines family have been in town for generations. they're old money, and have gotten their wealth by manipulating people through the demon will cypher, who was tricked into serving the family at the turn of the 1900s. only a few members of the family have manifested psychic powers - and the only living members who currently have powers are mabel (16) and mason (16), who are telepathic and telekinetic respectively. ford had powers, but he went missing years ago - stan does not, but he is the twin's legal guardian after their parent's deaths.

mabel and paz are diametrically opposed upon officially meeting when they both start at gravity falls high school. one of the reasons being that she can't read paz's mind, for reasons she doesn't understand. mason - in possession of journal 2 - is fascinated by this and paz in general, though he maintains a cool facade. after the both of them end up hunting the same supernatural entity, they realize that both of them have clued in to the strangeness of the falls, that extends beyond just one demon - because the thing is, more and more supernatural entities keep leaking into their dimension through a rift.

begrudgingly, and much to their friend groups mutual dismay, paz and mason make a good team. her immunity to magic and general stubbornness and determination make her a tank, whereas mason's telekinetic powers and knowledge of magic make him a formidable ally. they start monster hunting together, but not because they like each other or anything!

sure, they've saved each other multiple times but that's because the other is crucial to the mission! and that episode where paz posed as mason's date to a banquet in order to excorcise a ghost was just for convenience even though they did dance together and share a very charged look that extended way beyond what was necessary...

paz is motivated to hunt them down to protect the town, whereas mason is motivated by a desire to protect his family and their secret. but, the rift supernatural beings enter through can only be closed through releasing will - and no living person knows how to do that.

aka reverse falls meets buffy the vampire slayer meets supernatural meets (insert teen monster hunter show)

paz southeast, monster-slayer

[sorrowfulwill]

the gleeful twins having the mandatory heartfelt sibling moment but they can’t think of a single time they didn’t despise eachother

[akaiahiscariot]

Your slacks are on fire, I'm fanning the flames Like a vampire, stood out in broad day Should've been wiser while pickin' out What you were gonna say, oh

[omensfromgod]

i violently started remembering my past and how much i ADORED reverse pacifica haha,,,

[bigfreakinfrog]

rough sketch of my favs i did a while ago. thought i might as well post it since i have a million wips and nothing to show for it

[cervineteeth]

Reverse!Falls: Reflection

Fic name: Reflection Fandom: Gravity Falls Au: Reverse!Falls Pairing: Fiddauthor Genre: Psychological Horror Rating: G Ao3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/16074368 Authors note: Shout out to @grig9700 and LinVirtual for beta reading and helping me edit this fic.  Another shout out to @nowitsdecaf for letting me ramble to them until I figured out the end for this fic and the plot. And also for encouraging me.  Been meaning to finish this for a couple months now.  This fic features Stanford Gleeful and Fiddleford from my blog @tentoftelepathy Summary:  Not everything is what it seems at the Gleeful manor. Can we really trust our own eyes? Stanford slowly learns that lesson and what a hard lesson it is. Just a small little ficlet about Stanford Gleeful and his descent to madness.

Stanford limped into one of the mansion's many hallways while letting out a faint grunt every few steps. Despite his condition, his appearance remained intimidating and foreboding. The white fleecy fur on his collar was puffed perfectly his suit well pressed.

He eyed the walls wearily every once in a while, taking note that everything looked right. The walls were still colored marble with gorgeous rich blue cloths adorning them, and the carpets still fluffy and white.

There was a sinister air about the man that wasn't just in his appearance. The sheer aura he gave off, even in his current state, was enough to make the most aggressive junkyard dog cower in fear.

Stanford Gleeful was not a man to be messed with, he’d made that very clear many times. He strode his way through the mansion's large halls to make sure things were kept up properly. After all, now that he was down a guard he'd have to make sure it was done right himself. Even if that meant he had to power through the agony he was in right now.

His weary eyes studied each room, making sure not a single thing was out a place. Not even a speck of dust would escape his intense gaze. One small thing out of place and the man would be the first to know about it after all. Stanford was a man of order, a man who lived by strict rules.

'So far so good' he thought to himself as he walked by a massive mirror hung upon the wall. Ford froze suddenly and shuddered as he turned to look into it. A cold chill running down his spine as he got a foreboding feeling deep within. The mirror looked utterly pristine. Its beauty gave off an otherworldly feeling as if one could simply reach out and dip their fingers into another world. He had to at least admit that the demon was good for something. Though it wasn't the state of the mirror that caught his gaze.

The old man couldn't help but stare at his reflection, his expression stoic as he eyed the old weathered silver edges of the mirror. His gaze returning back to the glass as the corners of his mouth turned down.

"..."

Of course, he should be used to this by now. His eyes had never looked human ,his pupils the shapes of plus signs. Even with glamour, he couldn't conceal it from the object before him. Not that he really needed to these days with his self-imposed seclusion.

Eyeing himself in the mirror he could see his pupils dilating. Be it from terror or anxiety he didn't know. All the man could tell was he didn't feel right, he never liked this stupid antique mirror, and he didn't know why Fiddleford had insisted they'd hang it up.

He didn't see any point in it but if it made his partner happy he'd grin and bear it. Though for a second he thought he could see something in the reflection of the glass. Something small that caught his eye. Leaning in for a closer look he could hear shuffling footsteps behind him.

That sound was familiar of course, Fiddleford was coming down the hall. He'd recognize that sound anywhere though he found he frankly couldn't look away from the mirror despite this. Gazing into his own eyes reflected back at him. His lips turning down once again as a few of his pointed teeth displayed. His forked tongue poking out in a grimace as he grumbled under his breath.

"Stanfurd?"

He found himself leaning in closer to the mirror to get a better look, having paused mid-lick. He jumped when he felt a hand on his shoulder.

"Stanfurd what's wrong..."

"Oh, it's you.." He sounded relieved when he realized it was just Fiddleford. He'd nearly bit his tongue from that and clearly, that was the last thing he needed to have happen right now.

"Ya should be in bed hon" The scientist frowned as he looked over his lover. Stanford had clearly seen better days. He looked drained and haggard. Especially these last few days. The bags under his eyes looked worse than usual, growing darker still. The shine in them had long flickered out and his usually straight posture had suffered, making him look older.

"What on earth we're ya lookin' at so intensely. Ah was callin' ya for over five minutes"

Stanford frowned at Fiddleford's words. What did he mean by that? How could he make jokes at a time like this? Ford sighed as he turned back to the mirror. Scowling at the old antique again as he rolled his eyes. "That mirror you made me hang up ages ago... I still don't know why I let you talk me into it," He mumbled.

Taking a moment to gaze at the reflection they both left as he sighed and closed his eyes for a moment. Leaning into his beloved with a weary sigh.

"Hon... there ain't no mirror there. Ah nevah asked ya to hang one up.."

[masterdipster]

“Do you trust me?” (x)

6 month difference using the same sketch as reference