#shadow writes stuff

[hazbincalifornia]

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"Still dealing with the bitch's stuff, huh?" Blitz leaned against the doorframe as Stolas ran a hand through his feathers, twirling a necklace around his finger.

"Yes, well, her and Andrealphus left their things scattered all over the palace, and I haven't been able to- where did you get that?"

"This?" Blitz let the necklace fall before curling his fist around the top, exposing a sapphire gem cut into a snowflake on the middle of a string of pearls. "It was kicked under one of the tables, but the light coming in hit it. I'm guessing it was Frosty's."

"Mmhm, he was wearing it when Stella and I were wed. I believe it's some sort of family heirloom, it must have been dropped when they left in a rush."

Blitz looked down at the necklace, then up at Stolas, a toothy grin spreading across his face. "Want me to fuck you while you're wearing it?"

Stolas's eyes widened. He thought for a moment, then grabbed Blitz by the collar and yanked him into the room before slamming the door.

[shadowofthelamp]

Creation

Summary: Bill decides he wants a kid with Ford, and when someone's given themselves to you entirely, you can do a lot with that.

Beatrice creation story! Rated T basically for a cut to black at the end/a brief non-descriptive use of magic making him feel good, but nothing explicit is shown and the kid is created by magic. Set in the 'muse' era shortly before everything spirals.

Warning: Mpreg

Wordcount: 1200

“So, smart guy!” Bill had been grinning. It was in the way the corners of his eyes pinched up, how his pulsing glow on each word was brighter. “You want to help me with something, don’t you?”

“Of course!” Ford floated easily towards him, gravity a mere suggestion that could be brushed aside here in the place where dreams become reality and reality twisted to the wildest fancies of the imagination. "Why wouldn't I? It has to be more interesting than watching the gnomes trying to capture bath squirrels again. The forest is starting to really settle down for winter."

“See, this is why I like you, Fordsie, always asking just the right questions!” Bill lightly tapped a finger on Ford’s nose, and a rush of lava spiraled down his nerves at the touch. “Now, you promised your body to me, and I’ve been using it plenty well- keeping you up and running past those silly human limits so we can get the really important work done, fixing the little stresses here and there, things like that. There’s something I’ve been wanting for eons, but no one else was good enough- not until you.”

“Bill, I-” Even without the limitations of the human body present in the projection, instinctively Ford found himself swallowing at the compliment. “Thank you. I’ll do my best to live up to whatever it is. So! What do you need? Does it have anything to do with the portal?”

“You’re the human vessel to help carry my- our genius to the masses, you already knew that, but I’ve got even bigger plans for this hunk of rock.” Bill snapped his fingers with another ‘smile’ (perhaps sharper than usual, eye a bit more narrowed?) and a deal-flame burned bright blue-

-Before he plunged it directly into Ford’s stomach.

The red-hot pain that ignited every soft organ below the lungs was almost enough to throw Ford back into the waking world, but Bill’s fingers merely curled inside of him as he whistled, rummaging around until a new pain of something swelling, growing, mixed with a wave of pleasure to counter the agony currently cauterizing his organs. Wave after wave of mixed sensations radiated out from the intrusion as a noise even he couldn't define slipped from his lips, and he clawed at the air with moans muffled into the infinity of the Mindscape.

“There we go, figured I might as well toss you a bone for dealing with this! Woo, this is going to be a lot to handle for an oily sweat beast meat-sack like you, but you’re a good human, you’ll manage.”

“Wh- what is?” Ford managed to stutter as Bill pulled his hand out, thick red with sparks of starlight dripping from the sleek black fingers all the way up to the elbow. Nothing existed in his mind but questions, even as the pain sucked into itself like a black hole and disappeared. “What did you do to- what did you put in there?”

“Why, our child, of course!”

There was a moment’s silence as Ford processed that before an actual record scratch sounded somewhere in the Mindscape, which just made Bill slap his knee and cackle.

“Oh, oh that is perfect timing. Your brain is a riot, Sixer, you know that?”

“Our child…?” Ford’s eyes had widened to the point that the lids had nearly receded into the skull, and one hand instinctively dropped to the still-oozing stomach, droplets of flickering silver mixing with deep maroon. “That can’t be-”

“Exactamundo, our child! Offspring, half-clone, spawn, whatever you want to call it!” Bill summoned his cane specifically to spin it and jab the end into Ford’s chest. “I’ve told you my whole tragic backstory-” (Ford’s eyes instinctively darted up to the hat and he felt a pang unrelated to the whole hand-shoving-through-guts thing) “-But I figured it was time to move on fully, starting a family of my own. And you’re the lucky candidate that I’d like to spend the rest of your life with! You’re smart, you’re a freak, you’ve already given me complete control over your body, and I wouldn’t mind a little rugrat running around with your cute little face on the part of the time they don’t look like me!”

“The part of the-” Ford shook his head to himself. That was not the thing to focus on, and his fingers curled around the stomach of his sweater tight enough that the threads unwound in the non-air. “Bill, I don’t have the- the- equipment for this!”

“And I’m a triangle, but do you really think I can’t make a few adjustments on that little problem? You wound me! Seahorses do it, it’s just a design flaw that humans can’t, really!” Bill rested his palm atop Ford’s knuckles. “I just needed to scoop out a little extra space- you don’t need all of those organs, so I just combined a few. They should work just as well!” He waved his free hand. “Besides, you said you wanted to do something for me. I’ve barely asked you for anything, and this is an honor!”

“Bill, I-” Ford’s free hand raised to tangle in his hair as the dream deity pressed up against his middle as if listening for a heartbeat already. “It’s not that I’m not flattered-”

“Then what is it, brainiac?” Bill tilted upward. “We’re already changing the world, and you’ve already pledged your life to me. We can be happy together. What’s one more string sewing us together? I picked you for a reason.”

He floated up, gripping a cheek in each hand as his single eye met both of Ford’s, sticky silver and ruby blood mixing together and oozing down the skin. “I already told you, I can’t imagine anyone else I’d want to do this with, and isn’t this what humans are meant to do, squirt out squirmy little genetic reproductions of themselves? Let’s face it, you’re never going to meet a girl, and this way you’ll change the world with the portal and by carrying the first new member of my species in a trillion years!”

His thumb stroked the skin as he tilted slightly, as if turning his head. “You’re the only one I’d want this with. Don’t you trust me, Fordsy?”

It may have been the leftover heat of the deal-fire from whatever Bill had done before, but Ford found his cheeks burning as his mouth fell open slightly, a puff of breath escaping.

“...Yes.” The truth of the admission came from deep within, even as doubts squirmed like pinned insects. “I- I have given myself body and soul, you know that.”

“Good boy.” Bill’s bloody fingers shifted, one thumb sliding between Ford’s wet lips, and Ford instinctively sucked, getting a pat with the other hand as liquid stardust slipped down his throat, igniting his stomach with a far more pleasurable flame that shot further south. “Now then! This is the fun part!”

Ford was about to ask, but Bill’s other hand had slipped beneath the neckline of his sweater at the same time his form began to crack along the bricks to spill free something ancient and starving, and there very quickly ceased to be any possible questions.

[billfordbrigade]

I was doing a prompt meme and a friend gave me ‘figure’ for Bill since we were just talking about him in a bodycon dress the other day, so:

/\/\/\

Bill pulled down on the fabric of the glittery golden dress, adjusting it so it hugged every curve on his meat-sack. And hug it did- he could feel the way the material was tugged taut against the flesh, showing off every bit of the body he’d added to and made his own over the past few years.

It highlighted everything, from the pillowy middle of his stomach soft with squish from food and pregnancy, to the hips he’d been granted to retain some of his shape, to the breasts that had swollen with milk and somewhat stayed that way.

He glanced over to the mirror and grinned, giving a twirl.

This was going to melt Sixer’s brain out of his ears.

[milkamel]

AU idea: PV never regains memories, ancients don't reunite and the beasts are freed. Soul jam's powers are weak so SMilk aims to forcefully make PV remember and takes him to the spire (Little does SM know he'll get attached to this little compassionate Healer)

More details about this AU (currently called Slumbering Truth AU): Basically it starts off with Smilk being terrible and basically doing what he was doing in the 8th episode, trying to make PV remember and playing with his mind for his entertainment. He knows who PV used to be but PV knows nothing about him or his own past. He's confused as to why would this powerful cookie need him but decides to submit in exchange for the village being safe.

At first Healer is uncomfortable and nervous but gradually despite Smilk's intimidating look decides to play along his games and get to know him better. Smilk is surprised by the other's behavior (and unexpected wits and trickery) and what started with the urge to break PV down slowly became an urge to keep the other close since the other's intentions to know him were genuine and comforting and SMilk hated the thought of losing that (not that he'd admit that. he needs that Healer to see him suffer, right?).

Now he doesn't want Healer to remember, he doesn't snap at that cookie as much, he wants him to stay in this blissful lie because if PV knew the truth then he'd definitely leave Smilk and lock him again. If Healer knew the truth he'd turn against him instantly, Smilk was sure. For the first time in a long time, Smilk felt like he found someone to who he was connected and he wasn't going to let anything ruin that.

(It's a wip so I might change some stuff along the way)

[quadrantadvisor]

Even after learning their secret identities, the hero community always insisted that there was something inhuman about the bats. No one doubted that their intensive training had a lot to do with it, but it never quite explained how they could evade a Kryptonian's super senses, how they could melt into shadows, how they could function so long with little food, little rest, little oxygen if need be. Most people dismissed their uneasy feelings, but there was something strange about the bats, something uncanny, something that made them different from the arrows and other vanilla human members. And, slowly enough that no one really noticed, it was getting stronger.

Until one day, during a diplomatic meeting with the ruler of the Infinite Realms, when High King Phantom turned to Batman and his brood and literally brightened. "Oh! I didn't know you had liminal members!"

Or: through a variety of factors (proximity to death, their own death/near death experiences, exposure to the Lazarus Pits, the favor of Lady Gotham, immersion in Gotham's own cursed ambient ectoplasm, being a close knit group who continued to expose eachother, etc.) the batfamily have been becoming liminal/ecto-contaminated without noticing. The powers they're developing have been subtle, and align with the skills they expect to have, so no one brought it up when they started being able to hold their breath beyond human limitations, or got so sneaky that they literally seemed invisible, or had a lucky miss when they expected a bullet to go right through them. And they always exuded an unsettling aura of fear, so no one else thought anything was out of the ordinary either. By the time they meet Danny, Gotham counts as one of the most fiercely defended ghost haunts on the planet, with so many territorial liminals patrolling the streets.

[cyucya]

I stumbled upon skylar-chili after being sad due to personal reasons, AND NOW I AM EVEN MORE SAD.

I like angst. but please tell me this little guy gets a happy ending 😰

Yikes, I hope you feel better… Cause this guy doesn’t. Sorry!

Will he get his happy ending? Maybe. But for now things are still getting worse. Stick around and find out!

Powerless Sonadow kid AU! <Start here

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P.S. Guysss, thank you for all of your questions and reactions! I’ll try my best to respond to everyone, but there are some things that I want to reveal later in the plot, so it might take time. Also! Saw someone asking if they could draw for my AU! YES OF COURSE! I’d be so happy! Draw, share, repost on other media (with credit obviously). I want to make MORE people sad >:D

[cb-writes-stuff]

Image ID below the cut.

[ID: A four-panel meme in the “I see no difference, love is love” format, using cookies from Cookie Run Kingdom. In the top left labeled “Yaoi Couple” is Shadow Milk Cookie and Pure Vanilla Cookie. In the top right labeled “Yuri Couple” are Black Forest Cookie and Wedding Cake Cookie. In the bottom left labeled “Straight Couple” are Cocoa Cookie and Mint Choco Cookie. In the bottom right is Eternal Sugar Cookie, looking somewhat intimidating. Above her face the text is black and reads “I see no difference”. Below her face the text is white superimposed on a black square (implying another caption was covered up) and reads “Hollyberry Cookie has the other half of my Soul Jam”. /end ID]

[chiisanajimi]

more about them

[rotshi]

Ah.....

[lazydayslivin]

recoil (with no context)

[hazbincalifornia]

Give Me More

Summary: One thing that Blitz had realized over the course of his pregnancy was that carrying a giant fuck-off monster baby also meant that you had giant fuck-off monster hormones, and right now he probably would have ground his dick on sandpaper if it had looked at him the right way.

Blitz, carrying a baby from a beast Stolas, wants to get plowed, and what he wants, he gets. For days 2, 3, and 5 of Monsterfucker week, Size Difference, Animal Instinct, and Eldritch Form. My Chained Mates au.

Warnings: Explicit content, pregnant sex, brief mention of animal death, large size difference, a pussy with teeth.

Ao3 link

One thing that Blitz had realized over the course of his pregnancy was that carrying a giant fuck-off monster baby also meant that you had giant fuck-off monster hormones, and right now he probably would have ground his dick on sandpaper if it had looked at him the right way.

Unfortunately, the bigger Blitz got (and by now he was pretty sure he was long past a ‘normal’ size for an imp pregnancy) and the more awareness that had started to trickle back to Stolas even between full moons, the more Stolas had started getting kind of nervous about fucking him, which was the last thing that Blitz needed right now. Blitz had started using his hand and grinding on some of the pillows in the ballroom nest, but that just meant that everything smelled like horny, which really wasn’t helping the problem.

The sun’s setting rays reflected through the windows and Blitz curled up with a shudder, looking up to see Stolas carrying something fuzzy in his mouth. The larger demon’s teeth rested carefully around the prize to keep it from either falling out or disappearing down the infinite void of the owl-demon’s gullet.

As if on cue, Blitz’s stomach growled, and he held out his arms for the offering- today, it was a rabbit already dead from one of the traps. Blitz stuffed it in his mouth without blinking- something about the trickling infection of the curse allowed him to open his mouth wide enough for at least the rabbits and rats, even though he still had to slice up any deer unlucky enough to wander into the palace grounds into pieces before having any of them. (Small mercies, since going down in one piece helped avoid the messy cleanup. At least he only had to eat to sate cravings now instead of needing it to survive, and Stolas’s half of the kid enjoyed the meat even more than the imp from Blitz did.)

“Thanks, Stols,” Blitz murmured, shifting his head to nuzzle against the glowing red and black of Stolas’s face as the other demon curled around him, the gentle pulse and ebb of his ruby glow more than familiar by now as Blitz rested against the space between eyes and teeth. One hand settled on his stomach to soothe the familiar nudges as the baby tried to get comfortable with what little space they had. “I’m sure the squirt will put it to good use.”

He paused, fingers shifting and tugging his makeshift skirt comprised of sewn-together fabric down. The slit was already soaked before his voice dropped lower, tail twisting against the nest. “Now, will you do daddy a biiiiiiig favor and help with a little problem? This pussy’s begging to be bred like the furball you just brought over as dinner.”

Stolas blinked once before scooting back a bit, and Blitz could hear a whine and a a low ‘oooooo’ as the head bobbed from side to side, the closest thing he could get to a ‘no’.

“I know you don’t want to crack me open, but Satan’s sweaty jockstrap, I’m going to lose my fucking mind if I don’t get something stuffed in me yesterday.”

Stolas’s eyes narrowed, claws gesturing toward Blitz’s stomach, and Blitz huffed. “They’re the reason I’m dripping like a faucet, so they should be able to handle some jostling around in there. Come on, I promise if anything starts feeling like it’d be too much, I’d let you know.” He tugged at the gold collar around his neck, familiar enough after the months that he’d almost stopped noticing it until he fell asleep at weird angles. “Besides, I don’t think this thing would let anything happen to either of us even if you impaled me good and proper. Please, Stolas?”

Blitz shuffled forward and reached out one hand to stroke the side of the semi-void that made of Stolas’s body. Everything between the claws and face wasn’t quite solid and wasn’t quite gas, the soft fluff of warm feathers just on the edge of the sensation even as his hand sunk in slightly to the swirl of black and red. (In response to the sensation, the patchy feathers that had sprouted on his arms earlier in the pregnancy twitched slightly as the muscles flexed underneath Blitz’s scarred skin.) Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. It was like skimming a pond thick with oil, and with every gentle stroke, a gentle rumble vibrated the mass around Blitz’s arm.

“Just for now, big bird, you know you want to claim your mate…” Blitz practically purred, grinning as light flared in Stolas’s eyes. He dropped his free hand to his stomach, fingertips making circles on the tight, round belly. “You already filled me with your chick, don’t you want to enjoy your prize all horny and swollen and ready for another round?” He shifted his body just enough to nudge his belly against Stolas’s side, and that did it.

With a growl, Stolas rolled over to pin Blitz beneath him, the lower half of his body swirling as he decided which configuration he’d like to have today.

…Which turned out to be both. Blitz’s grin widened, a coo slipping from his chest as he settled himself on his back as the tip of Stolas’s ridged cock that was half his size oozed onto his chest, just above a pretty monster pussy lined with teeth that were already salivating for imp flesh.

“Good boy. Now fuck me.”

Stolas whined. He wavered for a moment before he began to grind, the bumps on the surface of his cock rubbing against Blitz’s swollen belly full of their shared child. Blitz’s fingers tightened on the blankets, the swirling void of Stolas’s body contrasted with the very, very solid mass of the dick using his body to thrust against as he was pinned down both by the pressure from Stolas and from his gut.

As pleasant as the the weight was, Blitz opened his mouth to point out that fucking on top of him wasn’t actually fucking him, but a gasp was punched out instead as Stolas had seemingly read his mind, tip brushing against his entrance before pushing in as the pointed tip sunk into Blitz with the shared lubrication of arousal between them.

“Fuck yeah, there is is, give it to me good, Stols,” Blitz said, one hand resting atop his belly now damp with precum as the heels of his hooves dug into the pillows below. The nickname drew a pleased rumble, and as a reward, the twitching cock drove in further, pressing against the sensitive inner walls with every additional increment. Ridges brushed against the sensitive flesh, but Blitz’s head just fell back, tongue lolling out as be basked in it. Thick, heavy, and all his, created just for him.

By now, Stolas had realized just how much Blitz could physically handle. The size and the power of the thrusts tipped just on the painful end of pleasurable, stretching Blitz as each one drove deeper, harder, hotter. If he hadn’t already worn the proof of Stolas’s conquest, it would have bulged out his abdomen. One hand pinned Blitz down so he could be used more effectively as a squirming fleshlight, but the moans and excited tail-snaps showed how eager he was for it as he was buried under the rapidly disintegrating composure of a full demon prince swept up in instincts while surrounded by the scent of a mate absolutely ripe with desire.

Stolas’s face and talons fuzzed around the edges on top of the fact that everything else was already barely clinging to this plane of existence, a loose bundle of mass stitched together by the extremities. At the same time, Blitz was chanting for ‘more’ somewhere deep within- if it was only inside his head or lost into the void, he couldn’t tell, but it seemed to be heard and obeyed. His body was worked open by a length that was splitting him piece by piece as he lost himself to the sensations, stomach squirming with the heavy mass of the monster child he carried and pussy pried open and stretched to the limit by the beast that had done it. Thoughts and words melded together. Breed him again, make him even bigger, make him yours.

“Mine.”

It was a command as much as it was a statement beamed directly into his brain, and Blitz moaned out agreement, desperately arching his back to fit in every speck of cock that he could. He craved it down to the marrow, drunk on need and hot with lust.

Talons impaled his skin, black blood oozing over glittering obsidian. The liquid shone as it pooled over the pillows and blankets as Stolas came, flooding Blitz with a roar that shook the walls. The cum pumped Blitz’s swollen stomach even higher and wider, before the cock phased through drenched skin and dragged itself up to splatter the remainder of the load atop his sweaty breasts and belly instead to make the claim even more clear as it splashed Blitz’s skin.

In response, Blitz’s own orgasm was triggered as he was filled in every way possible, reality shifting on its axis as Stolas’s form twisted and melted, the one filling Blitz barely coherent as any sense of reality was pumped directly out what approximated his lower half.

For a moment, there was nothing but the shifting of weight and heavy breaths as Blitz slumped back and felt the heat of the blood and the fire of the aftershock. Stolas curled around him as the mass of his body sank into the nest while a shimmer of sparks and stars surrounded the spent imp. Stolas took a moment before gingerly licking the wound, magic healing the worst of the damage while leaving just enough to bruise, just enough to remember.

Blitz’s chest rose and fell with each breath, blinking up into the beauty of the shimmering eternity to the cadence of a heartbeat that already felt like home.

“Mmmm…” A hum morphed into a purr as Stolas drew tighter around him, body better than any blanket. Blitz contented himself with his position for a moment before realizing that the shift had brought him within reach of Stolas’s formed genitalia. He leaned forward, quirking his head to the side slightly. Both types twitched as if living entities, smelling faintly of salt and metal and still dripping either from the tip or from the center. Blitz’s fingers wiggled for a moment before he traced around the outer lip of the slit, each tooth that rested there longer than one of his hands.

Stolas shuddered, but the low bassy tones vibrating through Blitz’s body were encouraging. He slipped his fingers between two of the teeth, palm resting against the sticky, thick mass of the inner walls. Blitz could feel the reaction with every stroke as he drew his fingers back and forth, Stolas whining as Blitz gathered up a handful and gave it a gentle squeeze.

“Mmmm, is that good, big bird?” Blitz half-murmured, knowing that Stolas could hear each little hitch of his breath as he ground himself against the sticky softness of the nest while fingering his mate.

Stolas let out a half-broken warbling coo in reply. He curled himself up tighter until the temperature rose and more sweat dripped down Blitz’s skin, tracing itself down each muscle on the back and the dome of his belly on the front. Blitz dipped his wrist in and out, experimenting with the strokes- at least until one of the teeth snagged on the side of his skin, blood dripping into the midnight void.

Stolas howled, slick flooding the space between them as Blitz’s entire arm and a portion of his torso was drenched. At that, Blitz started grinding faster, the scent and taste of a trough’s-worth of cum all for him all too easy to draw him back to full arousal.

“F-fuck, Stols…” Blitz murmured, and the world shifted as Stolas’s claw scooped him up, shifting underneath until the nest disappeared and there was only Stolas to rest on, only Stolas and feathers and softness and bliss.

He gripped a handful of feathers just solid enough to get his fingers around and spread his legs, dragging himself back and forth on the cock that had remained formed just for him. He had to wrap his tail loosely around his leg to keep it from drifting downwards into the teeth, but Stolas's body gently rocked like ocean waves to help him grind against the surface. Up and down, up and down, up and down, until Blitz was soaked in slick and tearing up. Everything was too much and not enough, not enough, almost, almost, almost-

He came again with a cry before slumping forward, and Stolas’s cock melted back into himself as Blitz was dropped into comfortable darkness that he welcomed, his mate’s body molding to allow his body and his belly as comfortable a resting place as there ever was.

[shadowofthelamp]

So, I'm introducing little Beatrice (my Billford kid) with a Dipper's Guide to the Unexplained! She came through the portal with Ford, and this was my first sketch but what she's wearing probably looks a bit more like Ford's goggles with the 'reveal' in NWHS.

She was co-created by Emmie/Fanart Anon!

Dipper holding up a sign: Welcome back to Dipper’s Guide to the Unexplained! Anomaly number 64: Aunt Beatrice. She arrived with Great-Uncle Ford, and she says that she’s twelve, but she keeps talking about things that Great-Uncle Ford said happened years before that as if she was there, and she refuses to take her goggles off that cover the upper half of her face, even when she sleeps. She also doesn’t seem to like leaving his side for long. A quirk from being raised dimension-hopping, or something stranger?

Mabel: Maybe she’s just heard lots of stories! I know I forgot that I didn’t go through Dream Boy High one day after a week’s worth of crazy dreams about it!

Dipper: But what about the goggles? Besides, I heard her talking about science-y equations at the table with Great-Uncle Ford after dinner last night, so she's smart- I don’t think she’d just forget she didn’t do something.

Mabel: Or maybe she’s just lying! She said she’s never really been around other kids before, right? Maybe she just wants us to like her. And it’s working! On me at least, you’re just-

Dipper: Mabel, I’m trying to be scientific about this, that’s all!

Mabel: Come on, Dipper, I think she’s just a little awkward. It has to be a little weird to have somebody Grandpa Shermie’s age as your dad.

Dipper, rubbing his arm: I wouldn’t mind having Great-Uncle Ford as a dad.

Mabel: That’s because you’re both nerds.

Dipper: Not the point! Anyway, right now, my theory is that she was part of some sort of hivemind, and the goggles hide bug eyes, the last piece left from her original form. She also really seems to like honey. Maybe Great-Uncle Ford helped to rescue her, and that’s why she still looks like him, because she modeled her form after him and now she sees him as her new queen! I’m going to show her the beekeepers near the petting zoo on the side of town and see how she reacts.

___

Dipper: And here we are!

*Camera cuts to Beatrice, wearing a yellow sweater with black stripes that Mabel made her*

Bea: Oh, insects! They’re so much smaller than the ones I’ve seen before. And they make Earth-honey?

Dipper: Don’t you want to take your goggles off to see the better?

Bea: Nah, I can see them just fine.

Dipper, glancing over at the camera: Anyway, what do you mean, you’ve seen them before?

Bea, stepping closer to the hives: Oh, Papa and I ran into a hive like these in a different dimension, but they were ten times the size and the hair on them was purple, since that helped them to blend in the with local flora. They were friendly if you brought gifts, though, and even let you trade for some of their honey if the gifts were sweet enough. One of them taught me to speak their language.

*Beatrice clears her throat before a buzzing sound emanates from it. Several bees land on her outstretched hand, curious.*

Bea: Look, they like me! Hey, Dipper, do you have any enemies? I bet I could set them loose as a favor for helping me yesterday!

Dipper, considering: Well, there is this one girl-

Bea: Just say the word! C’mon, little guys, you’d strip somebody down to the bone for me, wouldn’t you?

Dipper: I don’t think bees can do that.

Bea: Oh. Right. Maybe just a lot of stings? *She makes more buzzing noises, but as she finishes the last one, the bees begin to swarm* What did I say? What did I say?

Dipper, dropping the camera’s view to the ground as bees fill the screen: Whatever it was, run!

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Dipper, as Mabel rubs lotion on his swollen cheek: This concludes today’s episode of Dipper’s Guide to the Unexplained. We still haven’t figured out exactly what’s up with our new aunt, but I think we can say with some certainty that she’s just as awkward with the local bees as she can be with the rest of us.

Mabel: But she looked really cool smacking them with that glowing whip thingie she pulled out of her pocket!

Dipper: ...Yeah, she did. This does require more investigating, but I'll get the board out once we're done with the-

Bea, popping her head into the bedroom door: Hey, what are you guys doing in here? Do you need more lotion?

Dipper: Nothing!

*Video ends*

[milkamel]

Finally part 3! Gonna take a break after this one unless I have more ideas lol Anyway Smilk isn't the best example of how you're supposed to keep people you find endearing close-

[dapper-lil-arts]

The sequel to 'Forgotten Sun' is now LIVE! I'll be writing chapters periodically as usual. This one is called "Song of Memory".

[diaphene]

sfw / angst

. .

you two were just talking

& somehow ended on the discussion of his immortality

you told him it would be pretty cool to be immortal. you get to learn every language, read every book in existence, travel to every possible destination, see the evolution of the world with your own eyes ... and even take it as far as space?

what you wouldn't give to see that

you then joked and teased on how he is going to have many loves in his life after you. his eyes fell and his face faltered. he heavily debated if he should tell you or not, knowing you and how you would react

his plan, after he can no longer be with you, was to be frozen again. he didn't see the point in being here anymore. he didn't have the same enthusiasm on immortality as you did. you were it for him

he wasn't excited on having to be ... forever. stuck in time ... unable to move on

you noticed his expression changed, and called his name, wondering if you had said something wrong

he looked at you and forced a smile, kissing you on the forehead, deciding it is better to not say anything and to just enjoy every possible second he has with you

keeping his plans to himself

. .

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[bunni-v1]

i genuinely adore how you write smc, it’s so so real and accurate

on that note, could you write something in relation of him & a reader with terminal illness ?

Generally speaking, there's not much that would change in his behavior. He's still overbearing and sickeningly sweet to you. There are a few things that might be a little different though.

He probably could magically cure you if he wanted to, but I fucking HATE that trope in media with a passion. So I'm not gonna touch it because disabled people aren't broken, they just need to be accommodated. And that's number one; he is super accommodating to your needs. The spire is made so it is easier for you to get around, if you can't walk or struggle to do so with your illness he'll make you the nicest mobility aids ever. You won't have to worry about things not working or being unable to wander around, he'll make sure you can.

If you're having a bad day, you won't have to want for anything. He's at your beck and call, whenever you need him. If he even leaves your side at all. If he does for any reason, one of his many servants will take care of you until he can. It is the best care you could ever ask for, I'm serious. He knows all about how to care for all kinds of disorders and diseases, so he applies that knowledge to you better than any doctor you've seen has. Perks of being with the former fount of knowledge I guess lol.

He's more protective than even if you're ill. He'll still let you go about your day, but he's anxious about anything that could happen to you more than usual. You've already got limited time, he's not trying to make that time any shorter for any reason. Even the slightest shift in expression and he's at your side like a worried mother, it would be cute if it didn't happen so fucking much.

Lastly, and this is dependent on what you want in this case. If your illness is too much to bear and he cannot take it away, he won't try and extend your life. He wants you to spend the rest of eternity by his side, he adores you more than anything, but if you're suffering he can't bring himself to force you to live with the pain.

He'll do everything he can to make your life easier, even if he can't magically cure you. The time you spend with him is likely the best you'll ever feel because he will never let you feel like your disease defines who you are.

You will be loved, though. Cared for and cherished with or without your illness. He of all cookies understands that your disabilities and limitations do not define you as a person, they are simply a part of you that he comes to accept and cherish.