#sonxflight

[nerditudes]

@sonxflight inspired me for a thing

The portal had been activated again-- for the first time in thirty years. For the first time since a scientist had vanished into it-- consumed by madness as he was. And so the portal spat him back out-- looking far greyer and more haggard than he'd been all those years before.

Stanley explained just who the figure was, though the dark haired man present undoubtedly already knew. Had he really stayed around Gravity Falls all this time? Waiting?

"The author of the Journals-- my brother."

A six fingered hand pulled down his scarf, as Ford assessed the area. His dark eyes locked with those of a familiar face-- his brother all but ignored in favor of the figure beside him. Stan seemed to take notice-- shooing the children [and Soos] out of the room for the time being.

"You can meet him in a minute-- we got feds to distract, kids." He had to practically drag Dipper out-- but this reunion was a bit more important than all that.

Ford stood silent, gaze averted as he eventually spoke.

"Go on-- tell me what a fool I was for believing in Bill. I figured this world was better off without me. That you were better off-- I lost so much of myself. Too much. I'm not that awkward dork you fell in love with, Ryou. I'm a broken man. I can't-- be him. Not after everything."

[fullcfmysteries]

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Dipper's eyes focused on the stranger as he hadn't seen the other around before. "Oh uh, hello." He greeted with a hint of caution, raising an eyebrow. Usually, he doesn't mind tourists but this one gives off vibes that he can't really figure out at the moment. "Sooo, whatcha doin' in Gravity Falls?"

[townofcadence]

✏️ ( o h p l z either for dis boi over here or me other gremlin aka @plxsmius if that's okay :v )

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¿Por Qué No Los Dos? :3

[undeadunalive]

@sonxflight ∣ 🩸

"You know what I am yet you do not try to kill me. Why is that, if I may ask?"

[boatdriinks]

@sonxflight sent: "Somethin' wrong, love?" The question serves a rhetorical purpose rather than calls for an answer, one's baritone is hushed and mellow as Jack is gentle to enwrap his mainline into an embrace, Kerry's melacholy is more than hefty enough to be recognized by his perception. "Not gonna make a fuss or anythin', but... Can tell it's hittin' ya, y'know."

Glancing upwards, Kerry would eye Jack up for a second. He'd be in an embrace barely a moment later, where Kerry would rest himself against him with ease. A bit of warm, not resisting the comfort being offered to him.

"Head's just a mighty bit full tonight," Kerry admitted, keeping his rasp just as quiet as Jack's. "Be fine later, prob'ly," he assured. He couldn't promise it, but either it would or it wouldn't. Really fuckin' hoped he'd get over it by tonight. Didn't need this kinda shit pestering him.

[marinarius]

@sonxflight is of the water

The Mariner didn't often take on passengers, when he did it was often for short treks and out of necessity. He enjoyed his solitude but every drifter understood the dangers of being too much on one's own. Water madness they called it.

As passengers went the dark haired stranger was easier than most. Silently he offered his passenger a lime from his prize dwarf tree. The fruit would only stay fresh for so long and like passengers prevened water madness, he fruit also kept disease albeit disease of the body at bay.

[beastbitten]

@sonxflight ∣ 🐺

Every now and then the Texan could be found in town, usually sitting alone on a bench somewhere just watching the world pass by, as though yearning to be a real part of it. Though for the time being, observing it seemed like the only safe option, dipping his toe in every now and then when he really needed to, usually the minor interactions whenever he bought a month's worth of groceries. Yet as he sat beneath the beating sun, its warm rays dusting his pale cheeks, the werewolf couldn't help but tense when someone neared, his throat running dry, a feeling crossing over him. There was something -- - off, about the man, his scent strange to him, something he hadn't come across before. "You, uh... want this bench to yourself? I can leave, y'know. Was just killin' time."

[ducknotinarow]

Start for @sonxflight || Usagi Miyamoto

Usagi may know how to swing a sword but at best he was no better than a child playing pretend when it came to everything else. He didn't know form or anything else proper to wielding it. He didn't know everything else that came with being a samurai, he knew it was the path he wanted to be on though. The first step was finding a teacher. He was pretty set on who he wanted. A wandering human samurai. There was no one better than them, quick on thier trail he near chased them down. "sir wait!" he called out stopping just short of running right to them, waiting to catch his breath as he looked at them. His nose twitched a little as he grounded himself into his resolve, bowing down now.

"My name is Miyamoto Usagi. I am in training to become a samurai." he began to introduce himself to them first. "I'm in need of a teacher if you please!" he quickly asked. not waiting to beat around the bush he was going to be straightforward with his request, driven by his determination alone.