#willow pines

[rilianelucifensteatime]

Ok this piece has started to give me a headache so its time to let it go 🫡

Inspired by this, go read it, it's so good mhhmmmm

@theratlivinginyourcouchcushions 🫴🫴🫴

[talesfromnatea]

Uncle Dipper....

[theratlivinginyourcouchcushions]

I felt like drawing some baby triplets,

[brownsplodge]

Willow Pines from the transcendence au

EDIT: I just realized you can’t see what book willow is reading. I had to screenshot ‘cause tumblr isn’t accepting photoshop and I had to screenshot it. In case you were wondering, it’s called ‘how to summon your demon uncle’ by mabel pines.

[tiredartist0-0]

Willow doodle,, ignore the drawing by it :,))

[steampunk-magicalgirl]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Fandom: Gravity falls transcendence au

Pairing: none

Summary: This story starts out not unlike many others, in the cold dark basement of some forgotten house out in the middle of nowhere. Mabel and Dipper are doing their standard routine of mercilessy killing cultists, with Henry supporting them from the sidelines. Everything seems to be going according to plan.

And then everything goes wrong.

(Au of the Transcendence Au where Mabel and Henry dies and the triplets are raised by Dipper and Mabel's parents)

Happy Tau ficathon everyone! 

[feferipeixes]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Mabel was Dipper’s strongest tether to reality, and after she dies, he starts to recede into himself. Blinded by grief, he struggles to hold on to his humanity.

(or: Alcor Gets Summoned By Another MRA And Is Just Completely Done With Listening To This Garbage)

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Warnings for major character death (Mabel died before this fic takes place), and also it’s about grief and dissociation.

(yes this is my second fic in a week don’t judge me i’m absolutely in love with this AU now)

@transcendence-au

[twixtandshout]

Spirit and Such Deleted: Chapter 6.0

In my original plans for Spirit and Such, I thought about having my fandemon, Alioth, cameo as Sam’s secretary, but introducing them proved to create more problems than it solved. I reworked Chapter Six to smooth things out a little, but I still really like the way the first draft came out.

(I’m still taking character asks, btw! :3 )

Someone was sitting at Sam’s desk when they walked in.

Delina stared. The stranger’s purple blazer and blue, striped tie looked like some kind of school uniform, but not one she recognized, and the sharp heels they wore glinted dangerously in the office’s fluorescent lights. The shoes matched the wicked smile that curved across their face when Sam saw them and stopped dead.

“You!”

They burst into laughter, banging on the desk. “You should've seen your face!”

Sam dragged a hand through his hair. “What– How did you even get here?”

“I walked!”

Sam glared at them. They snorted. “No, seriously! I had some free time on my hands after dealing with your last appointment and figured I’d stop by. Wanted to see that new kid you keep fussing about.”

He frowned. “Do not.”

“And speaking of, here she is!”

Delina tried to take a step back, but the stranger was already in her face, peering closely into her eyes. “Uh,” she managed. “Who are you?”

“You can call me Ali,” they grinned, bumping their nose against hers. “Boop! Haha, I’ve got a nose!”

“Oookay. Hi, Ali, nice to meet you.” Delina retreated a step. Ali advanced one. “Can I... get a little space?”

“One more.” They booped her again, with a finger this time. “Boop.”

Delina stared at them. They stared back. “Um. Can you move back a bit now?”

“Oops, sorry.” They took a contrite step backward, then caught sight of Mags. “Ooh, who’s your friend?”

Sam met Delina’s eyes with a grimace. “I’m sorry about them. They’re really not supposed to be here.”

Behind the two of them, Ali pounced. Mags struggled to shove their face off their shoulder, but Ali, undaunted, simply licked their palm. “Gross! You taste like hairspray and jealousy!” they enthused.

“I don’t even use hairspray!”

Delina stifled a giggle. “That’s okay. Are they another student of yours?”

Sam frowned, still watching Mags. “Sort of?”

“I’m more like his secretary,” Ali chirped. “I take his messages and answer anything he doesn’t wanna deal with.” They waved a hand in the air. “I’m, like, the boss’s right hand guy!”

“You’re giving yourself way too much credit,” Sam told them.

They cringed. “Sorry, boss.”

(Read the full fic here!)