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I don't know if anyone has asked this yet but I got confused by the timeline
the wiki says that the reincarnation blues arc takes place around 3012 and that torako lam was born in 3016
it also says that "bentley farkas and friends" takes place roughly one thousand years after the "reincarnation blues". is it just a time mistake or our local demon decided to play with the timeline?
Is it a mistake if tau canon is squishy and scrunchy?
Yes. Yes it is. Really it should be 4016
none of these words are in the bible
Some Dipper and Torako. This was my first time drawing Torako, I couldn’t find many references and only one had color, and her wiki had literally no physical appearance other than she cut her hair, so I hope I did okay.
Also, I now want to draw her as monster falls, and I’ve heard something about her and dolphins/cats? Let me know any other animals bc I can’t draw dolphins, and I’ve made too much art of dipper as a cat.
this is really old and really messy but alcor and tora absolutely have these
We Need To Talk
Lian leaned against the kitchen counter, hands wrapped around his favorite coffee mug, a present from Torako when she was barely out of elementary school. He listened to Bentley’s voice, low and still somewhat scratchy, filter in through the doorway. Heard his husband reply, even-timbered, which told him that it was just Bentley and Deryn at the entryway. His husband tended to get a little wobbly-voiced when that—when the other one was around.
Not that he blamed him. Lian couldn’t even handle being in the same room as Bentley right now, let alone the other one. Not after Torako going utterly silent for a week. Not when she had thrown herself head-first at death just to get him back. Lian took a sip of his lukewarm coffee and tried to ignore the complicated guilt, the pride, the fear tangling between his ribs.
The front door shut. He heard it, but also felt it vibrate through the counter edge digging into the space just below the hollow of his back. A brief silence followed, and then footsteps, and then—a sigh.
“It’s not his fault,” Deryn said.
“I know,” Lian said. He peered into his mug and swirled the coffee around.
“You don’t act like it.”
He pursed his lips and shot Deryn an annoyed glare. “Knowing and acting are two different things. I can know it’s not Bentley’s fault, but still not be able to fully reconcile that with the fact that she was endangered because of him. Before you say anything—I know he didn’t mean to, but she went after him.”
“Torako needs no help endangering herself,” Deryn said wryly. “Look, I know you need time, but you gotta get over yourself now. Everybody’s noticing, especially Bentley.”
Lian groaned under his breath. “I know.”
“Stop overthinking it,” Deryn said. He reached his hand out to pull Lian in closer and pressed a kiss to his temple, stubble scratchy against his skin. “If you know what’s what, just let it be that.”
“Easy for you to say,” Lian grumbled. Despite his words, he felt a little more settled. It was almost annoying, how well Deryn knew him, how he knew just the right words to calm him down.
“Anyways, you’re right,” Deryn said. He bumped his hip against Lian’s, solid and familiar. “Torako did go after Bentley. Emphasis on Torako being the active party. She went after Bentley after enlisting…his…help. She’s the one we need to talk to.”
“About him?” Lian said, tilting his head up at Deryn and raising his eyebrow. He could feel something in him winding up tight at even the thought of touching that particular issue.
“I suppose him as well. He might actually be a major reason for it.”
“It?” Lian asked. He shifted the mug in his hands. The porcelain was warm; less from the coffee, and more from the heat leeched from his skin.
“It being…” Deryn waved his hand in the air, “the reckless self-endangerment shtick she’s been developing for a while.”
The memory of when, a couple years ago, they had tried to talk Torako down from deciding to do her hare-brained year-long wild goose chase of a cult-hunting spree made Lian burst into helpless chuckles. He dragged a hand down the side of his face. “Oh, I’m going to hate this talk.”
“I know. I know. We have to talk, though. Otherwise, who knows if she’s going to…” Deryn trailed off. Lian didn’t dare finish the thought for him.
They stood like that, sides pressed up together in the apartment kitchen they’d lived in for the past twenty years. Lian lifted his coffee mug up to his lips and finished off the final dregs in long, slow sips. When he was done, he stared down at the empty mug, white bottom stained brown.
“I guess there’s no time like the present,” he said.
(read the rest on Ao3)
Like Smoke
It is summer, and the township of Walden receives an eager visitor. Meantime, the Walden Community Protectorate Committee meets to solve its recurring problem with unsavory characters looking to take advantage of its residents.
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Friday nights were always the busiest. They brought in the biggest haul as a result, sure, but Silvia was always exhausted by the end of them—interacting and socializing was something she did because she had to as a part of her job in not-quite-small-town Wheaton, not because she enjoyed it. Not like her current customer.
“Wow, looks busy! Is it always like this?”
Silvia smiled—mid-tier enthusiasm, no need to lay it on thick—at the woman in front of her. She tapped her stylus against the side of her order tile. “Ah, just weekends and trivia nights. Otherwise it’s pretty quiet. Have you decided what you want to order?”
“I’ll just have the smoked lamb sausage with a side of garden salad—you have sesame dressing here?” The woman, in response, grinned back with all her teeth. Her eyes crinkled shut. She looked young, Silvia thought. In college, maybe? Just out of it? Silvia could hardly remember those days.
“Yes, we can do that,” Silvia said, jotting down the order. “Confirming—smoked lamb sausage with a side of garden salad, sesame dressing. The lamb sausage comes with a bread roll; did you have any preferences on the type?”
“Oh, shit, I didn’t—uuuhh, what you got?”
“Whole-wheat, honey-glaze, ciabatta, regular, and cheese,” Silvia said, counting them off on the fingers of her left hand. The woman’s eyes followed her hand, then tracked back to Silvia’s face.
“Ciabatta, then, please!” The woman said. She laced her fingers together and set her elbows on the table, her smile widening. Silvia wanted to squint at how aggressively friendly it was.
“And your drink?”
The young woman hummed, tilting her head to the side in thought. Her lopsided haircut shifted as she did, and Silvia noted that the left ear was just as unpierced as the right. Odd; Silvia would have expected her to have some kind of piercing with her tough-girl getup.
“Do you have any local alcohols?”
Silvia nodded. “Ampersand Craft Beer and the Scinchile White Wine are both produced in town, so I suppose it comes down to what kind of alcohol you like.”
“The beer, then! I’ve been craving a drink lately; been on the road a while and haven’t had the chance. I’m actually staying at the motel a couple streets down, you know the place?”
The bell on the front door to Fyre’s Bar and Grill jingled. Three people walked in; Silvia recognized them as a polycule that only came out for special occasions, and boy did they make the most of them. She could already feel the stress headache coming on.
“Yeah, I know it. It’s a nice place,” Silvia answered. “Sorry, just to confirm your order: You want the lamb sausage with a side of garden salad, sesame dressing, with a ciabatta bun and a glass of Ampersand Craft Beer.”
The woman’s eyes squinted shut. Her friendly grin increased a couple more wattages in friendliness. Silvia was almost intimidated by how approachable the smile was. “Yeah, you got that right!”
“All right, I’ll bring your order back as soon as possible. It might be a bit of a wait for the food, but I can bring you the beer to start off with!”
The woman opened her mouth to answer. The regular next to her—Djarin—turned in his seat, shaking his head. “You can’t give somebody beer on an empty stomach! Didn’t you hear them? They’ve been traveling. I bet they’re starving! Get them some beer snacks to go with.”
Silvia watched the woman turn her friendly smile on Djarin. Djarin blinked several times; Silvia would feel sorrier for him if he hadn’t been such an ass yesterday. “Thanks for looking out for me! Say, what are your recommendations? If you come here enough to have recommendations, I mean.”
“Uh,” Djarin said. His eyes flitted to hers. She stared back at him, her placid, empty customer-service smile on her face.
[Read the rest on Ao3]
Not the happiest with how the colour came out but the idea wouldn’t leave my head until I did it :)
Theater Night
A bell rang as the door to the theatre lobby opened, and the teenager working at the counter scrambled to look like they weren't slacking off.
"Hi, welcome to the Grand Epic Theatre," Kathy started saying, narrowly avoiding dropping their phone in a puddle of ketchup. "Do you have tickets -"
She then caught sight of the pair of figures that had walked in, and her jaw dropped.
"Greetings!" The speaker was a tall woman wearing an obscenely old-fashioned looking suit, complete with white gloves and a cartoonish bowtie. Little yellow stars hung from her lapels. Her black hair was slicked up like a rock star, and she had the slyest grin imaginable. "I do so hope we're not too late to purchase seating for your sensational musicalé!"
"Oh, Tora, wouldn't that be the most rotten of luck in the world?" said the figure hooked around her arm.
Kathy's eyes slid to the man who’d spoken and all at once her every hair stood on end. This figure was a bit shorter than the woman, and had long, fluffy brown hair tied into a ponytail. He was wearing a gorgeous, strapless blue dress with little white glimmers on it like a starry night, and a ribbon around his waist tied in a bow. When he moved, it seemed as if the dress actually sparkled.
That was all well and good, and Kathy was more than a little enamored with both of them, but the guy definitely had eyes as dark as sin, pointy ears, black claws, and shadowy wings extending from his lower back, all of which added up to something very frightening going on if only her mind could slow down enough to think of what it was.
"Luckily," he continued, unaware of Kathy's internal torment, "I know we're just on time. Three tickets please!"
The gears in Kathy's head ground together just enough to get a word out. "Th-three?"
"Yep," came another voice in a low grumble.
The two figures jostled, and a third person stormed their way between them and up to the counter. He was much shorter than either of them, and was wearing sweatpants and a T-shirt that said "i've given up". He had black hair, but his fringe was dyed yellow, and the scowl on his face seemed permanent.
"Oh," Kathy said. Her eyes moved between him, and the fancily-dressed pair, who were now making dramatic poses and letting out posh laughter. "You're with them?"
"Yes," he said after a groan. "I told them it's just a musical, but do they listen to me? No. And we're probably going to get arrested too because Dipper didn't put his wings away. Ugh. Anyway, just give me three tickets to the Spongebob Squarepants Musical."
Speechless, Kathy tapped away at her terminal and printed off three tickets, which she handed to him. He waved half heartedly at her in thanks.
"Fare thee well!" the pretty ones cried, walking away in the grumpy guy's wake. They had their arms wrapped around one another's waists now and were singing the Spongebob theme song out of key and out of sync.
She watched them disappear into the theatre hall, then dove for her phone. "Oh my stars," she typed into her messaging app, "guys you'll NEVER believe what just happened at work!"
(AO3 link)
