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By now you know the drill, a bunch of High Schoolers were summoned to another world. Is the Kingdom who summoned us masquerading their benevolence? Honestly I don’t know. One of my classmates got an ability called “Hero” which gives them incredible stats and growth potential. Another got “Limit Break” and of course being the weeb he was he keeps going “Plus Ultra” anytime he does anything. The weirdest ability I saw was called “Motivational Speaker”, that individual gave a speech about finding hope in despair, after which everyone got a buff to their stats temporarily.

I thought I was special as I was the only person with two abilities. Level 1 Fission and Level 1 Fusion. According to the person assessing our abilities the ability to break something and then put it back together was not useful in combat. I tried explaining that I could use this power to break apart their weapons and armor, or even internal body structure. But they laughed at me.

The viceroy of the kingdom gave me a small stipend and basically sent me out of the kingdom. I am now at a crossroads, what type of Isekai do I want this to become. With my ability to break something down and then put it back together I could do a crafting style adventure, maybe becoming a chef and uniting the races through tastes they’ve never seen! Maybe I could become a crafter or make my own kingdom. Maybe I could show my former classmates or the kingdom how much they should regret tossing me aside.

One things for sure, I’m going to use the powers of fission and fusion to break apart every isekai trope and combine them into my own story.

Your classmates were gifted with boosted stats, cool abilities and titles like Hero, Limit Break, or Divine Healing. You got two abilities- Fission LVL 1: Break things apart, and Fusion LVL 1: Combine things together. Deemed useless for combat, the Viceroy gave you an allowance and sent you off

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The story both starts and ends with the exact same sentence, the last in a sad way. “She smiled at me, like any stranger would.”

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When it comes to top tier superpowers you wouldn’t consider comprehension to be one of them. However, our world is built on our understanding of concepts, from the conceptualization of gravity to our understanding of what makes a food sweet. The power of comprehension allows one to go a step further, and comprehend not just the rules of the world but the rules of creation as well.

I’ve taken multiple courses to give myself a wide range of powers. From studying physics to learn how to manipulate subatomic particles to grant an object it’s own gravitational force. By studying chemistry I was able to manipulate the elements. When I tested writing a history essay, the timeline changed itself based on my essay. It’s one of the reasons people believe Ted Cruz is the Zodiac Killer. 

My next course is on Mathematics. Specifically Probability and Statistics. Once I’m able to comprehend probability I believe I’ll be able to change luck. What if one could change the probability that $1,000,000 fell from the sky or landed in front of you. What if you could change the probability that someone would die of a heart attack. You’d think that with my power of altering history I could kill someone, but history has a way of altering or correcting itself. History doesn’t want to change too much, if one person dies who was supposed to accomplish or achieve something someone else needs to take their place. Small changes are easy to make but larger changes only have a chance of being effective. I could change whatever I wanted and have the probability be 100% effective.

Do I plan on killing people or shaping the world in my image? Nope I plan on changing the probability of my dice rolls so that I can always hit a Nat 20 and make my GM always roll Nat 1′s.

Your superpower isn’t the flashiest in the academy, but it does come in handy. The more you learn about a different subject the more you gain control over it. Studying physics? Gain control of subatomic particles. History essay? Change events in the timeline. Your next test? Math.

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I’ll never forget my first time. She was beautiful. Red was always my favorite color, she had a luxurious body, and she drove me wild. It’s a shame I was young an naïve. One might say we were going too fast, and because of that I lost control. I misjudged the situation and couldn’t make a turn, I was about to crash. I braced for the inevitable.

I felt a sharp jolt run down my spine and I thought “This is it.” However when I opened my eyes I was greeted with the sight of another car penetrating my own. I held my breath but realized nothing was moving. Panicking I opened my car door and jumped out of my vehicle. As I crawled away from my vehicle everything else around me began to move. The sharp pain from earlier had disappeared, I began to question what had happened.

A few weeks later I was still perplexed as to what happened, it haunted me day and night. One day I wasn’t paying attention and heard the honk of a horn, I turned and saw lights approaching me. I wanted to move but it was as if my legs wouldn’t listen. I felt a similar pain and closed my eyes, and once I opened them I noticed the car had stopped before me. I breathed a sigh of relief, only to look around and notice that once more nothing else was moving. I then began to walk backwards and time started to stutter. When I moved forward or side to side nothing happened, I sat on the hood of the car and began to hypothesize what this could mean.

After comparing my two near death experiences I came to the conclusion time would stop when I’m in danger. However as I had time to spare I had other query’s. When time stops do the words that describes time lose meaning? Had I been on the hood of the car for minutes? Was it pointless to contemplate the meaning of words when all I was doing was lying on the hood of a vehicle and taking a nap?

I began to test the ability, putting myself in different types of danger and seeing if the ability would trigger. If I put myself in danger the power would still trigger, however it would have to be life threatening. If I cut myself with a knife nothing happened but if I tried stabbing myself time would stop and I could move my arm out of the way. Knowing this I used this to my advantage and rigged up what could be considered a death trap in my room. I used this to study and improve my grades, this way I had more time to do things I actually wanted to do.

You might be asking “Why wouldn’t you use your powers for good” or “That is such a waste of your powers.”

You can make the argument that there is potential for this power to be broken. I could go into the bomb squad and hold a bomb that is about to go off and take it to another location where no one would get hurt. But then I’d have to walk with a bomb for a long time, and some days you just can’t get rid of a bomb.

In college I used the power to feel the adrenaline of almost dying but as I grew older I seldom used my power. Years after being married I started to feel sick and went for a routine checkup. As I was driving to the hospital my car stopped in the middle of the road. I began to curse, but I looked around and noticed everything else had stopped as well.

I left my car and walked to the side of the road thinking time would resume. Nothing happened. I walked further away. Time stood still. Further once more. Once again nothing. I began to run any direction in hopes time would start once more. I was panicking yet everything was calm before me.

I have no idea how long it’s been. Once again I ponder the meaning of words that describe time when time itself has lost it’s meaning. I’ve tried ending it but as time has stopped so it appears has the sense of the world. I do not feel pain nor hunger, I can not jump to my death or starve. I wander aimlessly through paused reality, hoping for my time to end.

Like Spider-Man, you have a built-in “danger sense”, but instead of alerting you of danger, it stops time around you until you’re out of danger. One day, time stops suddenly, and as usual, you tried to move until time continues again, but after an hour of walking, time is still frozen.

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Gravity Falls x MHA AU

So I was in the shower and had the idea for an AU and wanted to jot some stuff down.

Characters:

Dipper - I’m debating having him have no quirk at first or being a late bloomer

Mabel - Quirk: Glitter/Sparkle(Basically Dazzler from X-Men), the intensity would be based on how much energy she has/mood she is in. She can always take “Mabel Juice” or pure sugar to give her powers a boost at the cost of tiring out faster.

Soos - Quirk: Handyman, I honestly picture this working like Sylar from Heroes. He could understand the inner workings of any machine and know how to fix it.

Stanley - Quirk: Sham, has the ability to create a mimic/fake copy of anything.

Wendy - Quirk: Axebody, her father’s family has a dominant quirk which is almost always passed down. Has the ability to turn her hand into an axe. She would have figured out that it doesn’t just let her turn her hand into an axe but allows her to manifest the axe in different ways. Such as on her feet for ice skates. Elbows or knees for different manuevers. I also thought about having her have part of her mothers quirk as well, but I never came up with one for her.

Standford - Quirk: Scribe, allows him to write/draw what he sees and analyzes on paper. This would allow him to document things like someones quirk and the moves they use. It would also allow him to write what he dreams about. Coincidentally he partially inherited a clairvoancy quirk from his mother that allows him to dream about the future. Thus he can write about events or designs before they exist.

Bill - Multiple quirks, Primary Quirk: Mindscape, if he shakes your hand he can invade your mind. You are able to defend yourself in your mind but most likely you are not as experienced as him. He can go through your mind to navigate or manipulate memories/dreams or even steal your quirk.

Gideon - Quirk: Telekenesis

Don’t know if I’ll ever come back to this. I might if I have time.

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An Update!

Hello Gravity Falls fans! It has been a while since this account has posted!

As the blog states, this account was created to host Dipper/Pacifica Week back in 2015 and 2016! We realize it has now been a while since Dippica Week has been hosted by us, but, no fear! We are here to (hopefully) revive our little celebration for the pairing of Dipper and Pacifica!

In order to make Dippica Week a success, we need the help of fellow fans! We would really appreciate likes and reblogs on this post to let us have an estimate of how many people would be interested in creating content for the week! Our askbox is always open for questions or messages to let us know you are interested in participating!

If enough people show interest, we will move on to votes for Daily Prompts as we have done in the past and move from there!

As always, thank you in advance and to past participants of our little festival! We enjoy hosting a ton and would love to do this again! Keep in touch!

-Mod B & Mod G

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You’re a goth girl who loves the color black. You stay out only at night and try to stay indoors most of the time. Today you got a message in a bright white envelope saying that you are a nymph of light.

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From my perch, I can see for miles. Seas of different shades of green span out below me. Above the earthen sea, my love seems to call for me. I envy the birds who glide through the air, being carried by the one I love. These birds have the entire world to explore and share with my love, yet they seem content in a tree. If I was a bird I wouldn’t be rooted to this place, I would fly just so I could have my love hold me, guiding me to an unknown destination.

What I wouldn’t give to be noticed by my love. My love is present in most lives yet I don’t believe they even know who I am. Why would you chose between a dirty old flower in a garden when you could have any of the stars that surround you. My love, strangers is all we’ll ever be. Passing moments may bring us together, but those moments are killing me. Now I feel that it is my time, the last of my pedals have gone off and I hope you notice them pass by, so now it is time to say goodbye to my love, the sky.

Write about the flower on the cliffside that wanted to be a bird.

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In this world, it is normal that when you die you vanish from all pictures containing you. The superstition that you lose a part of your soul when a picture is taken wasn’t far off. Instead of losing a piece of your soul a fragment, a reference, of your soul is stored in a picture. When you die those fragments slowly vanish, no soul is tethering it to the mortal plane. In my many years of life, I have seen people come and go and the pictures I had with them get emptier and emptier as time goes on. One day in a haze I woke up and looked at the pictures and noticed something peculiar, I had vanished from all the pictures as well. I screamed “I’m alive, I’m not dead” and my wife wakes up and asks what’s the matter. I show her the picture and she rolls her eyes.

“Viktor, for the last time you’re a fucking vampire you can’t be in a picture.”

When someone dies, they disappear from every picture they were in. You just disappeared from every picture, but you’re still alive.

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I hung up the phone with tears falling down my face. I think to myself “Why didn’t I answer that text?” If I would have just looked at my damn phone I could have saved you. Was that nap three days ago worth your life? You were my best friend and I couldn’t be there for you when you needed me most. I would do anything to get you back.

“Anything you say?”

I look in the direction the voice came from and my mirror catches my eye. A blonde man dressed in a suit is standing in my room in the mirror. I blink a few times and see that he isn’t disappearing.

“No I’m not a figment of your imagination, you can take a guess as to who I am. Now were you being serious when you said you would do anything to get your friend back?”

I take a moment to register just what my options were here. On the one hand, I might end up selling my soul to the devil but saving my friend, on the other hand, I reject this offer but live the rest of my life possibly knowing I could have saved my friend. It’s my fault they’re dead so I have to save them. I nod my head and lock eyes with the man in the mirror.

The man flicks his wrist and a contract appears in the mirror. I glance through the contract and see that not only must I sell my soul as payment for the deal, but I had to go and retrieve my friend myself. I can only imagine where my friend’s soul may be. I look from the contract to where the man once stood and now both were no longer in the mirror. I sigh and think that this is just the denial stage of grief.

I turn around and a blinding light permeates the room and as I open my eyes the man is now in front of me holding out his hand. 

“Do we have a deal?”

I hesitate for a moment but eventually, I shake his hand. A searing pain reverberates throughout my body. I open my mouth to scream but I only feel the scream in my mind. It feels as though insides are being encased in molten lava and one second my skin feels as though it is being pierced by millions of different needles the next it feels as though I’m being cut in tiny pieces. The pain lasts for what feels like eons and after a while, I pass out.

As I drift back into consciousness I start to look around. I have no idea where I am. Actually, scratch that, I am nowhere. All I see is nothing. No buildings, no people, no ground or sky, nothing. To say all I see is darkness feels wrong. There is nothing but the empty void and the echoes of the pain I felt. I cry for help but no one is there. I call for my friends, my family, the names of people I used to know but there is no response. I’m alone

I try to keep track of time but I have no idea how long I’ve been here. It could be minutes, hours, days, years, lifetimes, I honestly have no idea. At times the pain flares up and I say “I give up” I think I’m going to escape but I never do. I’ve cried so much while I’m here, I honestly didn’t think I cry that much anymore. I don’t even think of my friend anymore I just want out.

I eventually see a small glimer and it fills me with hope. “Is this my escape?” I think to myself. I start to run towards it and it gets brighter and brighter. Just as I’m about to reach it it disappears. I look around and feel more defeated than before I had hope. This process repeats and each time I get less and less hope, until I stop chasing the light all together. 

After I stopped chasing the light more lights appeared, the void started to look like it had stars. I started to get comfortable with my surrondings until the pain that came back in full force. It felt debilitating, worse than when I first came here. I thought this is the end, I can’t take this anymore.

I slowly rise and open my eyes. I look at the calendar and three days have passed. I think to myself “How was I supposed to find my friend?” I pick up my phone ready to call my friends and family and tell them I’m alright. I notice two messages. One from an unknown number “That’s just a fraction of what they dealt with, enjoy your soul kid” the other from my friends mother that started with “It’s a miracle...”

You’re so caught up with life that you miss an important text. Three days later, you read it, only to find that your best friend has committed suicide. Now, to make things right, you make a deal with the devil to try and get them back. The only catch is, you have to retrieve them yourself, and where they are is some place you’re not sure you want to survive.

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I was tasked with making the new king a sword for his coronation. It was to be a beautiful decorative sword, made of gold and have an intricate design of the royal families crest. The former prince already had a sword he used when he was on the battlefield so he wanted something that would be more of a symbol for his rule.

As I began to shape the ingot each strike of my hammer came with a vision. I saw the king’s coronation, I saw the king raising the sword in battle, and then I saw the king fall. An arrow struck him, knocking him off his horse. The enemy captured him and used the sword to impale the king.

I shed a tear, knowing that warning the king is useless. I have never seen my visions fail. Warning the king would only make him want to prove me wrong. As I come back to the present I had forged this blade,  Kingslayer is an appropriate name I think.

You are a psychic medieval swordsmith, with the ability to see the future of every sword you make. This sword you just forged will kill the king.

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The bridge was empty, no one would be coming out this way for a while. All it would take is one small movement. It could all be over in an instant. You take a inhale and...

At the same time you were on the bridge a butterfly landed on a picture of you. Someone thought of you and picked up the phone.

Before you even came out to this bridge a butterfly landed in the middle of the road, making someone take a path they normally wouldn’t take. Leading them to you.

... as you exhale a butterfly flies in front of you. You think of swatting it away but you are mesmerized by it.

Little did you know these butterflies stopped battling on how to change your life and worked together to save it.

Turns out the butterfly effect is real. Very real. Butterflies are actually super sentient beings who manipulate world events with strategic flaps of their wings. Wars wage between them that we are unaware of.

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12 days of Dipcifica event!

Hey everyone! Imagine Dipcifica here, with a fun idea for the gravity falls community! Similar to Dipcifica week, the 12 days of Dipcifica!

During the 12 days leading up to Christmas, draw/write/make your own special piece of fanart/fiction based on each of the prompts! Tag it with #12daysofdipcifica, and you could be featured on this blog!

The prompts are as follows:

1) Christmas shopping

2) Snow day

3) AU

4) krampus

5) Hot Chocolate

6) fireplace

7) Santa

8) decorating

9) mistletoe

10) baking

11) Free day

12) Christmas morning!

Have fun, everyone!

@dipcifica-lives

@dipcificaordeath

@dippicaweek

@dippicaweek2017

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Miraculous AU idea

I was listening to Broadway music on my phone and got an idea from one of the Broadway soundtracks. Jekyll and Hyde AU.

So I’m kind of thinking Victorian, Steampunk, or Noir setting. Where the Miraculous’ hold a powder or liquid that when combined with water give the user superhuman strength, stamina, agility, etc. It also enhances parts of the personality i.e. giving Marinette confidence and Adrien his more flirtatious attitude. Tikki and Plagg would be Familiars and when the Miraculous formula is consumed Tikki and Plagg are the source of the Superhuman power, melding with the consumer.

The formula within the Miraculous has to be replenished every so often. So through basic Alchemy Adrien and Marinette could replenish it. The formulas being a little different, like Chat’s formula needing Camenbert because the stronger smelling the cheese the more powerful the formula. And for Ladybug’s formula, it would be sweetness so chocolate.

The moth miraculous’s formula is a little different. By combining the essence of someone who is angry or sad with the moth formula it manipulates their emotions and changes them and puts them under Hawkmoths control. By essence I mean tear, sweat, saliva, something that is triggered by emotions.

Now Hawkmoth is where Jekyll and Hyde come into play. Due to his repeated use of the formula incorrectly, the enhanced emotions of Hawkmoth manifested into it’s own personality. While Gabriel can access Hawkmoths power he risks the formula taking control. The formula is also bleeding into his real life causing him to be distant and angry.

Idk might add more later but it’s just a thought I’ll probably never get around to.

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From curses, plagues, kicking babies, eating babies, to straight up murder, the Blüd family has had a part in being the villain in most people’s stories. Some say the Blüd family made a deal with a demon a long time ago, those people would be partly correct. In actuality, the Blüd family,  Scarlett Blüd and Redd Blüd, were part demons and all demons, whether half-blooded or pure-blooded, were given a prophecy of their downfall. The Blüd family was given the prophecy that “A silent born hero could be your doom.” Centuries rolled by and the  Blüd family was given a second part of the prophecy “Your actions decide how the hero will bloom.”

Once the two received the prophecy they realized they would be responsible for the downfall of the Blüd family. They decided to take action, they would curse all pregnant women and kill all mute children. Years went by and the Scarlett and Redd thought that maybe they defeated the prophecy. However, things were not so fortunate for the two, due to the curse that Scarlett and Redd put on the world it affected Scarlett as well. The only way to save the child would be to tie their lives to their child’s life. Not wanting to lose their only child the two imparted part of their immortal essence into their child. While the child did appear to be healthy the child seemed to lack one distinct feature, a voice.

They realized that they can’t kill their child without risk of killing themselves. They also couldn’t risk letting the child out of their sight, they had to monitor the child at all times to make sure he didn’t grow up to be a hero. However, they also couldn’t risk him becoming a villain as he might grow more powerful than them and usurp them. They came to the conclusion that no matter what they do their child would wind up being their doom. Realizing that fate was inevitable the Blüd family decided to settle down into a long immortal peaceful life so they would never have to face their child.

You come from a family that has a long history of being villains, but you are diagnosed with a bad case of silent protagonist.

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Dippica Week 2017 Day 3

Authors Note: Sorry if this isn’t great kinda rushed it. Feedback is appreciated positive and negative, just don’t be a dick

The whiskey haired boy looked at the clock, even though it was only a little past eleven he wasn’t getting to sleep anytime soon. His sister and her pig were asynchronously snoring heavily on the other side of the room. The male decided the best solution was to get some fresh air. He donned some comfortable clothes and shoes, left a note, and started walking. He had no real idea where he was going, he was just heading in a general direction. He also didn’t know how long he was going to be out for, he just wanted to be out of the house.

After a short period of walking the boy felt someone was close to him. He slowed his pace to get a good feel for where the other person was and headed in their direction. To his surprise, a familiar blond was sitting on a blanket on the ground. She had on a coat, a purple scarf wrapped partially over her head, and sunglasses on.

“You know, only the worst kind of people wear sunglasses at night” he couldn’t see her eyes but he could feel that she rolled her eyes and was now glaring at him.

“Ugh, did I take another homeless person’s spot again. Damn.”

“Nice to see you too Pacifica. What brings you out so late” Dipper gave a slight chuckle. Regardless of how things started with Pacifica, she has grown into a good friend of his from Gravity Falls.

“Needed to get away from my parents, I also couldn’t have them ground me and take stuff away from me so they can’t find out I did anything they didn’t want me to do hence the getup”

“You do know everyone in Gravity Falls knows what you look like in and out of that getup.”

The blond gets red in the face and looks as if she’s about to yell

Dipper slams his palm into his face “I mean, everyone knows your incognito get up and your normal getup. I didn’t mean for the other sentence to come out like it did” he looks shocked at his own stupidity.

“You’re lucky you’re cute” she muttered

“I said I was sorry Pacifica”

“I said forget about it. And yeah I need to change up my wardrobe. Ugh getting wardrobe tips from a… peasant.” Both teens look at each other and lock eyes they then can’t contain their laughter.

“So how often do you come out here to avoid your parents Paz?”

“Eh, about two or three times a week. More if it’s a bad week. I find the stars comforting. I don’t really know the names of them so I make up my own.”

“I could teach you… if you’d like?” Dipper looked innocently at his friend.

“I’d love that” Pacifica ogled her crush.

The brown haired male sat on the blanket next to the blond and held her hand and used it to point to draw and show her where the stars were. He didn’t notice her shaking or blushing. Neither of the two knows who fell asleep first, both claim the other did. The only one who knows who fell asleep first is a girl who took a picture of them from the bushes and her pig.

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Dippica Week Day 2

Authors Note: A few things, one I’m sorry if this turned out as mainly StanFord. I don’t know why or how it happened but it turned out that way. I’m a bad Dippica writer apparently. Also sorry I’m late I’ve kinda lost motivation as I just got rejected from a job I had an interview at and it kinda put me off.

“Sigh” an old man looks longingly through the window. He sees a male with brown pine colored hair. He scoffed at the observation he’s made numerous times. He turned his eyes to the blonde whose hair was straight and reminded him of the gentleness of spring. He looked at the two of them and saw how happy they were together and he was happy for them. But there was this feeling, something he couldn’t describe. He had felt anger, happiness, sadness, loneliness, and other emotions but what is this emotion? He was supposed to be smart. He figured out transdimensional travel, sure he had a little help from something else, but he still worked hard to figure out the anomalies of Gravity Falls. So why couldn’t he figure out what he was feeling right now?

“What’s got you so down Ford? Shouldn’t you be out there blathering about some new asinine whosimawhatsit?” another old man looks up from his newspaper and takes a bite of his pancakes. He looks out to where his brother is looking and after getting no response gets the general idea of what he is feeling.

“I get it. You’re jealous. Lo-”

“Jealous me? No I’m-”

“Look. I get it. What Dipper and Pacifica have is special. They’ve been going out for a few years now and you still have that look whenever you see them together. Hell you have that look when you see Mabel with someone else. We’re both past our prime and our probably never going to have what they have. The whole dating thing is a lot harder when you get our age. It’s also a lot harder when you’ve been out of this dimension for years. Again I don’t know how many times I have to tell you this but I’m sorry. I ruined your chances of going to school, I ruined your chances of success, and I ruined your chances of finding someone.”

Stan turns his head to the side and for a few minutes there is just silence. Ford holds a stare at his brother until Stan turns to look at him once more. “Stanley, I forgive you. I forgave you a long time ago. I guess I am jealous. But it’s not what you think. I’m not jealous of Dipper and Pacifica’s relationship with each other I’m jealous of their relationship.”

Stan confused opens his mouth and retorts “Wha- what? That doesn’t make any sense?”

Ford chuckles “Let me explain. I’ve never really liked females like that.”

Stan unphased “I could have told you that”

Ford rolls his eyes “Let me finish. I’ve never really liked men either. I don’t have a desire to be in a romantic or physical relationship with someone. What I do want is the closeness in terms of friendship that Dipper and Pacifica have. The playful banter, having someone to talk to, someone to share things with, someone who both makes me smile and smiles because of me.”

Dipper and Pacifica come through the door laughing at each other. Dipper has pine cones in his hair and dirt on his clothes while Pacifica is somehow clean. However, Pacifica trips and falls as she comes in and as Dipper comes to help her up she pulls him on top of her. The two head to the couch to cuddle and watch tv.

Ford smiles and Stand shouts to the kids to get a room.

“It’s not that I’m afraid of intimacy, it’s that I have no desire for it. It doesn’t interest me. I just wish that I had someone to talk to. Ever since we got back from our trip on the Stan-O-War it’s been lonely. Dipper and Pacifica spend time here at Fiddleford’s Mansion, and when he’s not with her he’s with that Wendy girl and her friends. Mabel and her friends spend time together. Soos has Melody and the Mystery Shack. And Fiddleford is spending more time with his son. It seems everyone has someone but me.”

Stan looks his brother straight in the eyes “You’ll always have me brother.”