#Dee's Multiverse

[cactusdeedrawdles]

I was drawing Killer again but I listened to Les Mis and the French One demanded attention :)

the sketch of Blue and Dream helping Ink walk is one of my favourites for some reason, I love it

I lov them being a little family. I don't know if this is my multiverse, but I'm not against it :) I think that even with my Ink having a soul but still having the problems with emotion regulation.

[askswordfrisk]

Saving more kids

Me and my friend @susartwork (who made the pics bless em uwu) helping free the frisks from a silly misguided Misprint lol. They be a kettle lol. But yeeeeh @theyoshimister brought some waddle dees come help free em (yes even the cocooned ones) and bring em back to our orphanage to safety. Too bad misprint, you back to square one. Course this all fun and wanted to share the comic. Seriously bless you @thestrongestjewel your art is so amazing and you have so many sweet beans (and a couple sour ones lol) hope we got this all right this time. Still so much I don’t know about misprint but hope they stop being a grump one day. Anyways hope you like this little fan comic su made. She awesome and so are you. Bless you and hope you have a good day.

[multiversal-pig-outing]

@slob-multiverse

Neo-Gothams skyline was polluted with plenty of skyscrapers and their ever changing logos. One more recent was one with a history with so many reports of odd things and shady connections. So the Dees wanted to have some fun with whatever the Techno Cosmic Research Institute had in store.

Despite being such a secretive company their security was pretty light. Only for the security to reveal itself as a hockey puck hit the skinny Dee after they got out of an elevator to the top floor. “You two better explain why you’re here before I break you two in two.” A voice says from the shadows.

Like ow. Watch were your hitting that thing!

Ya where not here to cause to much trouble. Just wanna know what this place even do. And what kind of goodies it has. You can't expect people not get curious when your all secretive.

[toonsforkicks22]

Trying not to spoil a lot of the early screening until this Fall but I just had to draw this! Yes Jabberjaw and Dee Dee bond and Jabber is a TERRIBLE influence 😂

[solardee]

[Solar Eclipse]

[There are downsides to linking yourself to the celestial bodies in your universe.]

[nani-nonny]

Idk if i mentioned this but i kinda wished in fic " I'm blue " when mikey pulled the peepaws DMD would appear wearing his Apron and still wearing it whil traveling with the group showing he's the chef of the team LMFAO.

It would be funny if he attacked the enemy and one of the leos - probably big blue or old timer - stopping the rest and said " Let him cook " LMFAOOO

Oh, I’m annoyed I didn’t take that route that’s so funny

Why didn’t I think of that? aksjakaja—

That would’ve been so funny, but unfortunately I wanted to stick with DMD’s story’s vibes with a little more serious and no-nonsense kind of storytelling, when it comes to him to be specific. Maybe in another peepaw collision fic I’ll write in an unserious tone :)

But now I can’t unsee DMD beating up the krang after an ambush while he was in the middle of cooking for the gang lol he’ll use tongs and the very hot pan hahaha!

[salems-lots]

the icon train keeps chugging along

[kittynomore]

ghost and dee are tied <3 @tmnt-multiverse-election @amevello-blue

[yayasvalveplay]

All these multiverse megs being jealous of Dee but then there's Es Megs on the sidelines cheering him on

"you go little miner breed them!!!"

He knows his old ass can't handle all the Op

As much as he wants to fuck his Prime, he knows he can't keep up with his primes horny body. but this young man sure can keep up and fuck his wife.

he's the only one enjoying watching Dee fuck all the Optimus's. Maybe even getting off himself.

[deer-hearted]

Dee, Ronnie & Liam from Overlords AU ( @overlords-au ) enjoying their time unwrapping the presents ❤️

List of things they got (anonymously):

stupid t-shirt for anyone who likes it (close shot for curious people below)

spa day gift set (I doubt it would ever get close to their bathroom, so that's for Ron to study and make better stuff, haha)

gift basket with lots of sweets from all over the multiverse for everyo- er, I mean for Liam

The Sims bundle!!! the huge one, everything available at the moment is right there

a real ticking bomb- wait, what? quit unwrapping, who sent this?!

Now I wanna be extremely serious. This one is meant specifically for you, dearest @aeli-tan-art!

I wish you all the best, because the thing that you did there — and I not only mean the Overlords AU itself, but the community around it as well — made some of my nices moments this winter. You're creative, you're fun: I'm always having a great time receiving your answers even if they're just 🤔 or 😎. You're incredibly productive — how do you even manage to do all that and live a life with two wonderful cats and whatnot?? Wow!

I wanna express my sincerest gratitude to you for inspiring me to draw more, to explore other styles and media references, to challenge myself with new poses or new formats of art, and to not be afraid of talking to people out there! The last parts seems funny, but I'm really so glad I stuck my head out of my hole and began writing more and more in the language I know I started lacking skill in.

So... Now I have hope that one day I too will be able to turn my own little corner of fandom into some cozy space where people would enjoy themselves and be silly, horny or obsessed with lore crumbs. Yay!!

Happy holidays! ❤️

This is just a little bonus thingy.

I tried my best, but I'm sure there are still some mistakes. My bad, haha

[tmnt-multiverse-election]

Nominees that didn't quite make it

Signal boosting for amazing creators, characters, and aus. Please check them out. I wish you all better luck next year.

Draxum & Donnie @tizeline (Tiz Sep)

Leo @nights-flying-fox & @mostlyvoid-partiallyturtles (Gentle Hands I Don't Recall)

Micheal @gingerchickens (Astray)

Leo @kathaynesart (Replica)

Chompy @probably-not-a-rutabaga (Mutant Chompy)

Kendra @cokoweee (Purple Delusions)

Misa @littlemissartemisia (Misadventures)

Dee @cnwolf-brainrot (Dee-Evolution)

Big Mama @inkypawprint & @sketchiefoxie (When I Was Younger)

The goop & Poptart @intotheelliwoods (2 Arms Left), Beetle Leo (Beetle Leo)

Leo @dandylovesturtles (I Might Be Invisible But I Still Look Good), Leo (Wow Leo)

Mitsui @nova-blues (Sundered By Time)

Bird Leo @alsfunkyalbum (Light as a Feather Stiff as a Turtle)

Donatello Purple Hamato @itsnotillegalyet07 (Ink, Herbs, and Eggshells (Specifically Herbs))

Leonardo @sugarpasteltmnt (Neon Void)

Leonardo @goodlucktai (Problem Child)

Tanner Mayfield @starsinthenigth (Star Bunny)

Future Leo @gooeseyleo (GooseyLeo)

Leo @andistarbee (Extra)

Baby Mikey @pezhead (Age Gap)

Mikey's Cat @anomalysstuff (Anomaly)

Splinter @broken-slime-boi (Grayscale)

Yuichi Usagi @azucar-skull (Feral Casey)

Marcelo @irequirealobotomy (Just Around The Corner)

Leonardo @dancingthesambaa (Star Blind)

Sensei Donatello @theredponcho (Microwave)

Mikey @seaghosstt (TMNT: Bay Area)

Reticent Leo @tmnt-reticent (Reticent)

Future Leo @nani-nonny (Reunion)

Tenoch Oroku @gelu-the-babosa-multiversal (Forgotten Clan)

Evil Donnie @dragonpastels (Cracked Conscience)

Light Fairy Mikey @lara-cairncross (Rottmnt Fairy Au)

April @theartofeverything (In This Together)

Casey Jones Jr @delicatechildwitch (Old Soul)

Shelldon @mostlyvoid-partiallyturtles (Lifetime Achievement Award)

Maro @eternalleader

Villain Mikey @onionninjasstuff (Villain PB&J)

Donnie @jacky_fruit3529 (Deep Water)

Little Leo @misshowdoyoudo (Reminiscing That Old Time)

Donnie @consume6810

Mikey @allyheart707 (Little Subjects)

Prince DubbleBubble & Frigid Leo @sketchiefoxie (Rottmnt x Adventure Time)

Raphael, Chocolate Covered Bananas, & Donnie @remedyturtles (Firefight)

Donatello @cryptidofthecove

Donnie @l0stneverfound (Elemental Madness)

Caiji @gornackeaterofworlds (Butterfly Effect)

Glamrock Raph @thejade-forest (RotTMNT x SB)

Kasey Jones @caseyjones-junior (Krang Parasite)

Cerise Mylene Hamato @fanartmayhem (Mikey's Unplanned Purpose)

Mustachello @revitalizationrat (Mustachello)

Hop @nights-flying-fox (Dimention Hopper Leo)

Dai @sweeneydino (Paper Scales/Little Dragons)

Sensei @remedyturtles (Little Kid with a Big Death Wish)

Hamato Antonello @ants-turquoisewave (Led Astray)

Donnie @phykoha (Tiny Mutant Feral Turtles)

[cactusdeedrawdles]

Blessed be the fibro gods that allowed my hands to work today! (My legs though, they do not)

More of the fam! I haven't decided if I wanna make the bad guys a Polycule or just a big group of brothers, tho I'm leaning more towards Polycule (ignore that I wrote that they're K's brothers lol)

Ink loves his "big boy" training that the guys do with him (they're gonna make sure this kid can beat the shit out of someone if needed)

Ive kinda sorted out the first two boys of the group, Rust (Horror) and K (Killer) are just two fluffy "uncles" for Ink that will babysit Against His Parents Wishes sometimes (by that, I mean they'll basically be like "no, you guys need a break or you're gonna collapse, go take a couple days to nap and have fun, we've got the kid")

I think Dust is gonna be more absent than the other two, but not for lack of loving Ink, he just struggles to accept having a little kid around him again, or that he deserves that kind of unwavering love and trust (he raised paps from a babybones, here). He'll come around, for now he sneaks out of his room to drop off presents and scurries off like a rat if he's spotted.

Killer has been stable for a few years before Ink came around, as Dream and Nightmare work together to make a type of medicine for him to take to keep his emotions regulated. (I thought Special K was hilarious personally, and so did Thei when he realised the possibilities)

Horror is just fluffy horror boy, a big ole guy (like, Bara Sans size, he's a hunk o bone) that will keep ink on his shoulders while he cooks. He finds random clothes with blue in them that match nothing else he wears because he knows Ink likes matching with him (the blues are never the same, as this man is so blind it's not even funny but won't wear glasses)

The boys definitely have nostalgia binges watching shows with Ink (they both sob at Bluey secretely, Dust can't even try to watch it though, it's too emotional for him).

Night is a stable boi, as shown a bit in older posts, he and Dream are the same amount of fucked up, but Dreams just doesn't show physically. His magic is so strong that he can't even use it for fear of it getting out of hand, though. NM looks the same as canon but he wears his circlet, wearing the circlets keep him and Dream nice and warless. Helps that they get along fairly well after a very long and very brutal conversation that I'm tempted to write or maybe even draw. My mind is brimming with ideas for animatics and comics and fics and such and I have no time sjnjfnfksg (cmon brain, we work full time and have college full time we have no chance right now,,)

I used one reference here and was lucky enough that the of artist was in the photo, so its in the image!

[smashy-headcanons]

I imagine Kirby sees everyone- and I mean everyone in Smash {with the ONLY exceptions being Galeem, Dharkon, Tabuu, and the random enemies} as his friends, including the characters who are villains in their home series.

With the villain characters he has a mindset of "Sure they're bad guys now, but everyone can change, and I'd love to see that happen when it does." Whether or not he's right about this is... Questionable, but nonetheless he sees the good in almost everyone, no matter how small. There's still people he gets along with better than others, and even some who find him annoying and do NOT see him as a friend.

{Hopefully this makes sense, again it's late as of writing this}

Oh he absolutely does. Even King Dedede, Meta Knight, and (possibly) Bandanna Dee, his three best friends in the multiverse, started out as enemies once upon a time.

[loversrocktvgirl2]

my mini multiverse of madness…

Countryboy!Young!Tony AU x Reader 

@dontwanttobeanamericanidiot

masterlist

A/N- Disclaimer: He’s not like, a full fledged country boy, okay? Just read it and it’ll click

Precisely ten months, two weeks, and four days ago, Tony got himself arrested for possession of alcohol as a minor. Tony was a firm believer in the “it doesn’t matter what you do as long as you don’t get caught” philosophy, so he was rather disappointed in himself. And when his parents chastened him and he said he was disappointed in himself, he was being sincere. Maybe he wasn’t disappointed in himself in the way his parents figured he ought to be, but he was disappointed nonetheless. Not that it mattered much. They didn’t believe him anyway. 

To be frank, this was not the first run-in Tony had had with the law, or the first kind of major screw-up that he’d managed to get himself into. Was it getting harder to keep it from getting out to the press? Yes. Yes, it was. But the Starks had a lot of money and a lot of power, and anyone frightened enough certainly didn’t want to expose them. 

So Howard and Maria Stark came to the conclusion that it would be in everybody’s best interest if Tony were to go spend a year on a farm owned by a family friend. There would be a lot of manual labor involved, homeschooling, punishment for lack of manners, etc. Howard and Maria didn’t want to fix their son—they wanted someone else to fix him for them. Tony was sent off to a farm located in Coastal Plain, Georgia, to live with an older couple named Clyde and Dee on their farm for the next year. 

Of course, Tony hated the arrangement at first. There wasn’t too much technology for him to play around with, and that was probably the biggest loss. There were no longer bodyguards for him to escape, but the rules here felt stricter than they had at home. No elbows on the table, lights off at 9:30, get out of bed the first time you’re woken up, the list went on and on. But he grew to like Clyde and Dee a whole lot. He liked driving the tractor down the rural roads, and he’d gotten used to waking up at the crack of dawn eventually. He didn’t wear the clothes he used to wear at home anymore, but he kept the band t-shirts and jeans. One of the things that had delighted him about the circumstances was that, while his parents hated him wearing jeans and layering flannels over band tees, this was a generally accepted element of dressing etiquette. He’d taken a liking to wearing overalls, and often wore long sleeved white t-shirts with his coral beige overalls and a cowboy hat. 

The accent change had not escaped him. Tony had a tendency to talk “smart,” as Clyde would say. He was quick to jump in with a sarcastic comment, and Clyde was having none of that. Tony was always around Clyde and Dee, and eventually, some of the words they used, slang, and some of the ways they said certain words had slipped into his voice. He still had plenty of his own tone and vocabulary, of course, but he’d fallen in sync with them. And after ten months, two weeks, and four days of mainly hearing Georgian southern accents, it had become normalized for him. 

You were the niece of Clyde and Dee. You didn’t live on a farm, but you were far from a city girl. And every year, without fail, for two weeks, you went and stayed with Clyde and Dee in August. They loved you, and had talked up your visit to Tony for weeks. They’d told him anecdotes about you (like that time you’d accidentally kidnapped a duck, which they ended up keeping and naming Blaartholomew, or about how you used to be scared of goats as a kid, the list went on and on), talked about how excited they were for your visit, and how he was going to “just love you” when he finally met you. 

You showed up one afternoon in a beat up blue pickup truck, hair in a ponytail, wearing an open flannel shirt, jeans, and a Noah Kahan shirt. “Heya, Dee and Tony, take a look at what the cat dragged in!” Clyde called out to them in the house. Clyde stepped out onto the porch, Dee right beside him. Tony followed, not wanting to be left out, and also out of curiosity. 

The second you got out of the car, you ran towards Clyde and Dee and into Clyde’s arms. After you’d hugged him, you hugged Dee. “I missed y’all!” your cheerful voice exclaimed. “Hey, you’re Tony, huh?” You asked him, and he nodded. “C��mere, Tony, I don’t bite.” You hugged him briefly, then returned your attention to Clyde and Dee. “I just got my normal bag, I’ma run and grab it.” 

Tony’s heart stopped when you’d hugged him. You were a helluva lot prettier than he’d imagined. And you had some of the same charm that Clyde and Dee carried with them. Now, it wasn’t like he hadn’t seen pretty girls in his ten months, three weeks, and two days of living here—Clyde took him into town often to deliver things like blueberries, pecans, peanuts and such—but now you were going to be here living with them for two weeks. He was both excited and concerned. Excited, because he wanted to get to know you, and concerned, because he highly doubted that Clyde and Dee wanted him to get too close to their darling niece. And he understood that. He’d been brought here because he was a “problem child,” but he still wanted to get to know you. 

Everyone sat down to have dinner at around 6 o’clock. Dee had made a casserole. “So, how have things been with you?” Clyde asked you as he dug into dinner. You all sat around a square table—you were across from Tony, and Clyde was across from Dee. 

“Pretty good,” you said with a smile. “Volunteerin’ at the library, school, and things. Y’all been busy?”

Dee nodded as Clyde began to answer. “Sure have. But this fella here’s been a pretty big help,” he patted Tony on the back. Tony smiled. 

“Tell me how you got about to gettin’ down here,” you said to Tony, trying to engage him in the conversation, as you lifted a forkful to your mouth. 

Tony laughed nervously and rubbed the back of his neck. “My parents wanted to get me into shape, I guess. Too much foolin’ around.” Your eyebrows raised only slightly, and you nodded. “Beer in the back of the car,” he shrugged. 

“He’s been doin’ pretty well here, though,” Dee said with a smile, trying to lighten up the conversation a smidge. “Real helpful. I don’t have to carry as much as I used to, what with all these animals we’ve gotta feed. He carries things ‘round for me, does chores and such, I like havin’ him.”

You grinned. “Sounds like you’re fittin’ right in,” you commented. 

“Yes ma’am,” Tony nodded with a playful smile. 

You laughed. “Don’t call me ma’am—I’m no older than you.” 

“Yes ma’am.” 

The next day, Clyde needed to go deliver a couple cartons of blueberries to the market. You offered to do it, and he wasn’t surprised by this. You loved to drive the truck. “You sure about this though? Those cartons are real heavy,” Clyde warned. 

“I’ll take Tony with me then,” you shrugged. “C’mon, Tony! We’re going for a ride.” 

Tony looked up from his sheet of notebook paper (he had to do a little bit of homework over the summer—the details of the homeschooling arrangement his parents had created with Clyde and Dee were messy) and then looked over at Clyde, who waved him to the door. “Go on. You gotta help her carry the boxes. She wants to drive.”

Tony immediately got up and followed you out the door. The boxes were sitting on the porch, and the beaten up blue pickup truck was pulled up to the steps. “So…we’re loading the boxes?” Tony asked. 

“Yeah, and then we’ll unload ‘em there, give ‘em over to Mr. Ryan, ‘nd drive back,” you said. 

“Alright, let’s get to it.” 

Tony and you lifted all of the cartons one by one and loaded them into the bed of the truck. You closed it, then climbed into the driver’s seat. He got in on the passenger’s side. He watched as you pulled away from the driveway and began heading down the country road. 

“So, how long have you been coming here in the summers?” Tony asked you, trying to start a conversation. 

You shrugged. “Maybe since I was eight or nine. About seven or eight years, I guess.” 

“You like it here?” Tony asked. 

“I love it,” you answered, a hint of a smile in your tone. “I know everyone here, everyone knows me. It’s so different from home, but it feels like another home? I don’t know how to explain it. I like the accents, the roads, the food, the everything. I wish I was here more than I am, if I’m honest.”

Tony smiled. It was quite heartwarming to see you speak so highly of the place.

“What about you, how do you like it?” you asked. 

Tony exhaled, leaning his arm against the open window, letting the warm summer breeze ruffle his hair. "Y’know, if you’d asked me that about ten months ago, I’d have told you I hated it." He smirked a little. "Didn’t think I was built for the whole ‘early mornings, dirty hands’ kinda thing."  

You chuckled. "And now?"  

Tony tilted his head, thinking. "Now... it ain’t so bad. Clyde and Dee—they're real good people. And there’s somethin’ about this place that just slows everything down, makes things quieter. Gives you space to think."  

You nodded, glancing at him out of the corner of your eye as you maneuvered the truck around a bend. "Yeah. That’s what I love about it too. Feels like the rest of the world don’t exist for a little while."  

Tony hummed in agreement. For a few miles, the two of you just sat in comfortable silence, the sound of the wind and the truck’s tires against the gravel filling the space between words.  

Then you grinned. "You’re startin’ to sound like one of us, you know."  

Tony scoffed, but his smile betrayed him. "Think so?"  

"Oh, definitely. The accent’s creepin’ in. Give it a few more months, you’ll be drinkin’ sweet tea and talkin’ ‘bout ‘fixin’ to go do somethin’ like you been here your whole life."  

Tony laughed, shaking his head. "Guess there’s worse things."  

You turned onto the main road into town, and Tony found himself wishing the drive were just a little longer. It was easy talking to you. Natural. Like he hadn’t spent the last ten months trying to prove he wasn’t some rich city kid who didn’t belong.  

Maybe, for the first time in a long time, he felt like he actually did.

A couple of days later, Tony was lying in his bed, trying his hardest to fall asleep when you walked into his room, laid down on his bed, and rested your head on his side with your arm draped around him. “C’mon, get up,” you whispered to him.

“Well, you get comfortable quick, don’tcha?” Tony teased. 

You gently slapped his arm. “C’mon, we’re goin’ out. You’re comin’ with me.”

“What are we gonna do?”

“We’re goin’ dancin’.”

The neon sign buzzed above the entrance of the bar, casting a warm glow over the dusty parking lot. Tony hesitated as you tugged him toward the door, your fingers wrapped around his wrist. “Not sure if you’ve noticed, but I don’t exactly have two-steppin’ experience,” he pointed out, though he let you pull him inside anyway.

“That’s alright,” you grinned, leading him through the crowd. “I’ll teach ya.”

The place was packed, the wooden floor vibrating under the weight of cowboy boots tapping in rhythm to the music. A live band played on the small stage, the fiddle and steel guitar twanging through the speakers. The scent of beer, sweat, and warm summer air filled the space.

Tony glanced around, a little skeptical. This was a far cry from the sleek, high-end clubs he’d been used to back home. But then he looked at you—already swaying to the beat, eyes bright, completely in your element—and, well… maybe this wasn’t so bad.

“C’mon, city boy,” you teased, grabbing both of his hands and pulling him toward the dance floor.

He groaned. “You really want me to embarrass myself in front of all these people?”

“No one’s watchin’,” you promised, stepping in close. “Just follow my lead.”

You placed his hands where they needed to be—one on your waist, the other clasped with yours. Tony swallowed, suddenly a little too aware of the warmth of your body against his. “Alright,” he said, “but if I step on your toes, that’s on you.”

You laughed, beginning to move, and—miraculously—Tony found himself keeping up. It was simple at first, just a slow sway in time with the music, but then you nudged him into a proper rhythm, guiding him through the steps of a country waltz. He stumbled once or twice, but you didn’t let go, just kept smiling, encouraging.

“See? You’re a natural,” you teased.

Tony scoffed. “I think you’re just bein’ nice.”

“Nope,” you insisted, spinning under his arm before returning to him seamlessly. “You’ve got it in you. Just gotta stop thinkin’ so hard.”

Something about the way you said it made Tony’s breath catch for just a second. Stop thinking. Just be here. With you.

The music picked up, and suddenly, you were leading him into a faster spin, laughing as his eyes widened in surprise. But he caught on quickly, gripping your waist a little tighter as the two of you moved across the dance floor.

Maybe it was the music, or the whiskey-sweet air, or the way your smile lit up the whole damn room—but Tony Stark, the city boy who had never imagined himself at home in a place like this, found himself not wanting the night to end.

Retrograde… we’d shake the frame of your car 

Now I know your name, but not who you are

It’s all okay, there ain’t a drop of bad blood

It’s all my love, you’ve got all my love 

And when the song slowed again, and you stayed pressed close to him, your head leaning against his shoulder, he realized something else:

He didn’t want to let go.

Over the course of the next week, Tony spent more and more time with you. Clyde and Dee had noticed for sure, but they said nothing. Tony had grown on them greatly and they adored you, so as long as there was no “funny business,” they were willing to leave you alone.

The last night of your stay, you were sitting out on the porch by yourself, enjoying a little of the summer night. Tony came outside and sat beside you. “How‘s it goin’, Stark?” you asked casually.

“It’s alright,” Tony answered. “Kinda sucks you’re leaving, but it’s fine.”

You chuckled. “I never wanna leave here.”

“I don’t either.”

The two of you sat in comfortable silence, looking up at the stars. 

“Stars are brighter here, farther from the city,” you said. “I can’t tell what the fuck constellations I’m lookin’ at either way though.”

Tony laughed. Why did he need to leave this little taste of heaven in Georgia? He loved this. He loved it so much. And he felt a helluva lot more loved here than he did at home. 

When Tony woke up in the morning, it was hell. He remembered you were leaving. Hell, you might already be gone. He sighed, and turned on the radio by his bedside table. 

We once sang… 

Retrograde, we’d shake the frame of your car 

It all came back to him in that moment. This song, your dancing, every moment he’d ever shared with you. God, he was going to miss you. He didn’t have an address to write to, a phone number to call, and he hadn’t even had a proper goodbye. Tony shot up out of bed, grabbed a flannel shirt and through it on. He’d slept in his jeans and a t-shirt. “DEE! I’MA LEAVE FOR A QUICK SECOND, I’LL BE RIGHT BACK!!” Tony called as he ran out the door. 

Dee hurried after him. “Tony! TONY! Where are you going??”

“I HAVE TO SAY GOODBYE AND GET HER NUMBER!” Tony yelled and hopped into the tractor before steering it onto the road and driving as fast as he could (which was not very fast. The tractor was pretty slow in the grand scheme of vehicles).

Dee chuckled to herself. Clyde appeared beside her. “What‘s he yellin’ ‘bout now?”

“Young love,” Dee replied with a smile. 

Tony pulled the tractor into a parking spot in the train station. You’d rented a car when you came here, and he knew you’d take the train home. He ran into the building, frantically searching around for you.

At last, Tony’s eyes led him to your relaxed form, sitting on a bench, waiting. He ran towards you. “Y/N! Y/N. Hi. I…” his breathing was a little heavy from all the adrenaline. “IreallylikeyouandIwaswonderingifIcouldbychancegetyourphonenumber.”

You looked at him perplexed. “What did you say?”

“I…” Tony stared at you for a moment. “I really like you and I was wondering if I could get your phone number.”

Your face lit up. “Hell yeah.” You gently took his hand and scribbled your phone number on it. 

Tony smiled at you. “Thanks.”

You nodded. “‘Course.”

The two of you watched as the train pulled into the station.

“That’s me.”

“Yeah.”

You pulled him to you and kissed him, on his lips, right in front of everyone at the train stop. When you pulled away, you smiled at him and said, “Bye, Stark.”

Tony was half in shock, but he managed to smile back and say, “Bye.”

You picked up your one bag and boarded the train, and Tony watched as it pulled away. In that moment, he’d never been more grateful the cops had caught him with beer in the back of his truck. 

[pilotprojectvogelfrei]

Project V DRAFTS! Vogelfrei 2: Wilder Winter

Beware, Art and Writing spoilers ahead!

Vogelfrei 2: Wilder Winter (V2:W2) Believe it or not, but this doodle from November of 2024 has a crazier lore than all of Vogelfrei 1 combined. *More drawings follow at the very end!

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Hello folks! I’d like to start by wishing a great day to the 6-ish people following this Gravity Falls Shenanighans account ! After some debating and consultation, I decided to post ahead some designs for characters which will make an appearance in the sequel. (that’s right, Vogelfrei is a duology fanfic project!)

Since character designs are subjected to change(Especially Lidia who might have to change colour because I’ve seen other lilac triangle ocs on Tumblr), I’d like to layout the idea of it at least before it becomes unoriginal. After all, a story cannot solely rely on the element of surprise to be good, it’s the content that makes it interesting.

Vogelfrei will have a Sequel?

The first book is barely at its beginning and it already has a sequel?

Why, yes! I had the unfortunate idea of creating an outline for the sequel back in December of 2024 while searching for an ending of the first book.

What’s so different about Wider Winter?

Wilder Winter will focus on out-of-worldly shenanigans a lot more than the first book!

It will also have a ton of invented concepts for the narrative that strays further away from TBOB, going against nearly EVERYTHING that happened in the canon series and books.

Basically, it’s undoing most of the effects of Bill’s past crimes while consequences follow.

Without further ado …

Summary

Bill Cipher , a patient in the Theraprism’s Interdimensional Tyrant Ward, had been sentenced to a rehabilitation program called Pilot Project Vogelfrei. Previously, he had been sent to Earth in the dimension 46’/ and had been working on himself while illegally squatting living with the Ramirez and Pines families during the summer of 2015, before an incident which led the early conclusion of the project.

Fortunately for himself, Bill Cipher was soon released back into the multiverse and had been living a relatively quiet life back in Gravity Falls, Oregon, USA. However, the following winter, trouble follows him as he and the family reunited for the holidays. While Ford and Bill go out to gathered firewood, they get ambushed by an invisible enemy and Bill gets severely injured.

In the aftermath of the fight, Bill was violently removed from dimension 46’/, leading to a chain reaction that soon put the multiverse’s stability at stake.

He ends up in his metaphysical form yet again, encountering people who should’ve been dead, while trying to evade his own death. Vogelfrei 2: Wilder Winter, Featuring:

-cutiesy queer-platonic Billford at the beginning. (NOT the main focus of the story)

-Bill on a death row, AGAIN!

-The rebirth of Euclidia?!

-Time Baby is back, babey!

-Ford and Bill ,in different places, being inter-dimensional criminal menaces.

-Are those bounty hunters or simply killers with a warrant?

-The Pines and Blendin Blandin travel through space and time.

-Bill is NOT FIT to be a trusted adult, but here we are.

-Tad Strange, Bill Cipher and Steven Pyramid are NOT related.

-“Who gave that kid a GUN?”

-Surprise adoption?

More Art (traditional and digital)

[transcript of the convo between Bill and Lidia]

Bill: OH EM GEE LIDIA VERTEX, have you NO decency?!

Dee: *squints* …

Bill: And anyways, I’m an equilateral, that makes me better than you.

Dee: … *thinking to herself* oh my Pythagoras, not this again.

Dee: *smirking* Oh yeah? Well I think you’re just an OLD SORE LOSER who tries to cover up the fact he got no boyfriend.

Bill, his eye blood red: NOT TRUE !

[end of transcript]

End note

Vogelfrei 2 will be even more of a mixed media project, I plan to experiment making it into a comic. However, I need to bring Vogelfrei 1 to completion first, so V2:W2 might come in a year or two depending on how fast u finish the current book. In sum, this is a sneak peek of some characters that will make a later appearance. (it ails me that I have to wait months before I get to use these goobers 😩)

Again, if there are any questions or comments, all are welcome and appreciated! Though this story will be published waaaaay later because I planned this thing like those 5 year plans under communism regimes.

Honestly, with my current writing speed, we might see it finished in 5 years when the evil Cheeto and his Hairless Elongated Muskrat explode.

[solardee]

[Comfy chairs and inconvenient weather]