#slqhv

[alexanderwildfire]

Always classy,never trashy

Open to accepting slave

[sbrgq]

✎ !!!!

i think they should go to the renaissance festival together....

[misc-muses]

@slqhv replied: ford pulling out a gun

"IT'S FUNNY THAT YOU THINK THAT CAN STOP ME. BUT I'LL PLAY YOUR GAME, IQ!" pulls out a bigger gun.

[precipine]

The rift thrums to life, reality ripped open and bleeding technicolor as it falls into itself. He clutches the journal to his chest, bracing himself in spite of all their hard work and experimentation that told him it was fine, it was safe. Stan never would’ve let him do this on his own otherwise. 

He wanted Stan here, he did, but he couldn’t bear to watch his heart break again (and, yeah: the part of him, however tiny, that was still holding onto reality as he used to know it was worried that he may not make it if they were met with another failure. No matter how many times he seems to be proved wrong, he knows that Stan can’t actually do everything and he won’t actually live forever). 

Even now when it actually did seem to be working for once— it was stable, anyway— the sight would just bring back… bad memories. He still remembers it like it was yesterday. M—she’s floating up, up, and away from him. Stan’s begging and pleading. A sickening cacophony screams in their ears.

He still dreams about it, morphed and twisted up in the memories of That Night. Stan doesn’t talk about his dreams, but Dipper’s old enough to guess. 

Hell, he’s old enough to know. 

Everything stops, though, when he hears voices, when he sees an arm and a leg— they’re so small, was he ever that tiny?— covered in neon bandages come through the rift. There’s a winning smile still bedazzled in braces and hair that still probably smells like strawberries and bubblegum pulled back with a headband. 

His legs give out and he watches as that smile immediately falls from her little face, her sweet brown eyes getting big and wide. 

“You don’t have to be scared,” he hears himself saying. Why is it so cold? There’s a flurry of tan and red and black somewhere in the corner and his eyes start to burn, but he only sees her. “It’s okay, Mabel.” 

He reaches a hand up to brush his bangs back, revealing the familiar birthmark.

“It’s okay. I promise.” // @starsandpigs & @slqhv liked for a starter!

[misc-muses]

"AND TO THINK YOU COULD HAVE HAD IT ALL, IQ! NOW NO ONE WANTS YOU!"

[sbrgq]

lily, peony, sage !

lily :   how does your muse view their mother ?

ALWAYS with fondness. it was always nice to know at least one person had his back at home , even if he always thought it'd be ford. it broke his heart seeing his mom at his fake funeral - and it hurt worse knowing he had to hide everything from her. above anything , he wishes he could've made her proud.

peony :   what would a   ‘  happy life  ’   look like in your muse’s eyes ?

in a beautiful PERFECT world, he and his brother would've hit the open sea DECADES ago. no fallout would've happened, and he would still be allowed in MOST states. regardless though, post-weirdmageddon , he considers his life as happy as it can get.

sage :   what is your muse’s legacy ?what do they want to be remembered for   &   what might they actually be remembered for ?

depends on who you ask ! in gravity falls , he's a hero - but most everywhere else , a shyster con-man - or just a plain criminal. he'd like to be remembered for how much he cared for his family , but there's a couple crimes that were funny enough that he wouldn't mind the charges being engraved on his headstone.

[starsandpigs]

i'm revamping a really old starter i wrote for @slqhv from 6 years ago because we want to be hurt.

        “ grunkle stan.......... “ she wasn’t sure that the words she was about to let out of her mouth would be something she’d regret, especially as her brother screams for mabel to stop and to shut down the machine. all she has to do is slam the button and shut the thing off. 

                    “ I TRUST YOU ---- “

  her voice is distorted by the end and suddenly the wormhole that is the portal behind her starts to suck her in. mabel can only very casually hear her brother, her grunkle stan and soos’ voices screaming for her. something about ‘no, no, no, not again’, and ‘dude!’ and a very terrified ‘mabel, no!’ a freaked out scream leaves her lips, until she’s thrown into what seems like.. snow ? it’d been like she had blacked out for the past few seconds. she has no idea what she just went through, besides what she can assume to be the portal. all she knows is that it’s freezing, the sky is a terrifying mix of colors that she wishes she would never see, and that she’s more than mortified for her own life. 

              GOD IT’S SO COLD. rubbing her eyes, the girl shivers and looks around. “h--hello ? “ she calls out, looking around for sign of life. she can already feel the frost immediately wanting to creep onto her skin and engulf her. it's awful. “ w--waddles? dipper ? ----” a bit louder now. “ grunkle stan? PLEASE? “ where is this hellscape she had just been sucked into ? all mabel knows is that she wants to go home immediately. getting up from the floor, she wipes the snow off her knees and hugs her arms to her body to try and keep some heat on her body. what good was wearihng a sweater if you paired it with a skirt?

there was some serious wardrobe regrets now. what was she supposed to do? find another portal and hope it led her --

the PORTAL  !    LOOKING AROUND, mabel notices that the sign of the portal is nowhere. ... in fact everything about this, aside from the snow on the ground, looks off. desolate. why does everything look so terrifyingly wrong? it was like someone took all the ugly crayons in the box and decided to make them seven times WORSE.

grunkle stan didn’t explain too much- all she wanted to do was trust him- and all she knows is that now she’s trapped here instead of back home. why did she never listen to dipper? why was her heart always open to listening to people she loved even when she knew it would be bad. 

           “ please, s--someone ? ANYONE ? “ she called out once more, teeth chattering against her own brain. it felt awful. she saw a distant figure, and all fears of stranger danger went flying out of the void. did earth rules apply to a place that was very clearly not earth? " hey! hey you! don't run, please! i'm so cold! " she calls out, shuffling through the snow, hating that the weather was soaking into her socks and ruining her mary janes that she ran around in. weakness. she felt weak physically and it concerned her as she tried to keep more heat against her body, stopping as she ran - as it was difficult now. more difficult than it was mere second ago- to even walk towards the figure. she fell to the ground, hating how the cold was creeping even more. wasn't it SUMMER? it was her birthday tomorrow. " please, " is the only plea that leaves her lips as she curls her legs up to the ground, trying to keep herself together.

[littledippered]

abatina, poppy, sunflower !

abatina :   is there anything in life your muse has changed their mind about over time   (   due to becoming more educated on the topic ,   certain experiences  ,   etc .   ) ,    or that they   would   change their mind about under certain circumstances ?  

THIS ONE IS REALLY HARD TO PIN DOWN but honestly i think his opinions on stan and ford Very much fall under this. with stan, he was incredibly suspicious of him from the get-go. to the point where, as we know, he and mabel used an 8-ball to figure out if they should escape through the window and report him to the fbi. though, he ended up trusting him more and more over time. ESPECIALLY once stan ended up telling the whole truth in atots and dipper really started to understand why he did what he did. ford was kinda the opposite, though, in which he looked up to him so much and REALLY wanted to be like him and work with him due to learning that he was the author of the journals. eventually, i think that like.. starstruck feeling + want to impress him started to go away as he got to know ford more. (though i think it stuck around on some level til post-weirdmageddon) started to treat him more like he treats everyone finally.

poppy :   what comforts your muse ?

honestly, i think dipper gets the most comfort from being around his family! in my mind, he struggles a lot with any coping mechanisms that are focused solely on him dealing with himself, especially because i think he tends to get lost in his anxiety and feelings, so the presence of other people help him the most. it's the sort of thing where having someone to watch him allows him to really relax. (and tbh i think he'd eventually really enjoy something like boxing if he ever tried it! and that would be a mindless task he could practice to comfort himself i can totally imagine.)

sunflower :   what brings your muse the most joy in life ?  

he's a nerd :( i think it's the journals/the creatures in gravity falls + just the supernatural in general. he's a very curious person and finds a lot of joy in figuring things out for himself and i think learning about the supernatural and adding onto journal 3 (including adding creatures/talking about weird events that weren't in the journal initially) + i think that's a high he really really still wants to chase. which is why he ended up making his own journal!