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“u attract what u fear” AAAAHHHHHHHH DICK GRAYSON

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𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓: 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞

in which a golden-haired, football-headed boy is excited to explore the world on his eighteenth birthday

c/w: references to other media (tangled)

𝒓𝒖𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒅 - 𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆 - 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒏

“here we are, hair boy. the snuggly duckling.”

as they stand before it, a cottage-like building is presented behind the signage. hung by a pair of rusted chains attached to a wooden post, the sign displays a whittled duck and the name of the establishment right below it.

of the pair standing at the edge of the entrance, the football-headed boy with fifty feet of golden locks looks evidently shaken; intimidated by the location. it’ll be the first place he’s been outside of the comforting tower in which he’s resided his whole life thus far.

his companion, on the other hand, gives him a smug grin.

what a total yutz, she thinks to herself, he won’t last a second in there! the sooner he gets in, the sooner he comes out… and the sooner i get that satchel back.

with that thought, helga’s grin turns into a deviant smirk.

“don’t worry, very quaint place, perfect for you,” she reassures in a faux soothing tone, patting his back, “don’t want you scaring and giving up on this endeavour now do we?”

arnold smiles at her comforting words, completely oblivious to her ruse.

“well, i do like ducklings.”

“yay!” helga cheers girlishly, almost in an animated manner.

kicking the door open, helga calls out, speaking from her chest: “garcon, your finest table please.”

once he takes his first glance into the establishment, arnold’s smile quickly drops, so does his heart, instantly replaced with a gasp of fright and his heart rate spiking in fear.

the smirk on helga’s face remains, taking in the sight of the horrified football-headed goldilocks she’s about to finish chaperoning in the next minute or so. once she’s had her fill of amusement, helga nudges arnold furtner into the joint, giving him some more words of ‘encouragement’.

“you smell that, take a deep breath through the nose. really, let that seep in. what are you getting? because to me, it’s part man smell and the other part is really bad man smell. i don’t know why, but overall, it smells like the colour brown. your thoughts?”

as arnold goes around the pub, one of the ruffians gets ahold of his locks. though, instead of gripping it, he lets it run through his hands, bluntly in awe of the length.

“that’s a lot of hair.”

helga scoffs playfully, “he’s growing it out. is that blood on your moustache? hair boy, look at this! look at all the blood on his moustache. good sir, that is a lot of blood!”

however, arnold can’t bring himself to listen to helga’s faux enthusiasm, since his head and heart are simutaneously pounding with fear. all the adrenaline that steadily rises within him is also bringing a feat of slight nausea, overwhelmingly intimidated by his surroundings and the imminent dangers of which he’s been warned heavily about.

“hey football-head, you don’t look too good. we should get you home, call it a day.”

already walking him to the door, helga continues, “probably better off. this is a five-star joint, after all—and if you can’t handle this place, well maybe you should be back in your tower.”

yet, before helga can reach for the doorknob, a hand slams against the door, holding a sheet of paper between his palm and the door’s surface.

“is this you?”

on the parchment clearly displays a wanted poster, the person illustrated being helga’s likeness, with a finger obstructing the image from view. so, she moves the ruffian’s finger slightly, exhibiting yet another botched sketch of her nose.

“ugh, now they’re just being mean.”

another thug speaks up, all over and around his mouth is dirtied with chocolate, and his voice all jittery and shaky as he talks.

“oh it’s him all right, stinky, go find some guards. that reward is gonna buy me some more chocolate.”

a third voice chimes in, sounding more whiny beneath his helmet: “i can use the money.”

then one more ruffian bellows out, his figure big and intimidating, but even more whiny and childish.

“what about me? i’m broke,” he speaks, pulling helga in front of him as a shield, “get back!”

arnold cries out as the ruffians fight over helga, “please, stop!”

helga, with panic written all over her face, tries to stay composed as all the pub patrons are pulling her apart by her arms and legs, “we can work this out!”

trying to take a more physical approach, arnold tries to pull the thugs off helga, but to no avail.

“hey, leave her alone!”

“please!”

“give me back my guide! ruffians!!”

as all the patrons freeze, locking their eyes on arnold, seeing as he just struck one of them at the back of his head. meanwhile helga squeezes her eyes shut, whimpering, “not the nose, not the nose, not the nose!”

“put her down!” arnold commands, taking a breath right after, “look, i don’t know where i am, and i need her to take me to see the lanterns, because i’ve been dreaming about them my entire life. find your humanity! haven’t any of you ever had a dream?!”

amongst the crowd, the chocolate-covered man walks up to arnold. however, instead of striking the football-headed young man, the menacing look on the chocolate man instantly softens; empathizing with the green-eyed, golden-haired boy.

“i… had a dream. once.”

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days 2 and 3 are coming out together on day 3 since i lost my draft for day 2 and have to rewrite the whole thing 😭

𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓: 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐞

in which the rich girl of h.s. 118 throws another evening "soirée"

a/n: art by limey404 on deviantart (thanks to testiclesmgee and carlos85g for the credit tip)! happy shortaki week!!

𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒗𝒆-𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒘 / 𝒓𝒐𝒚𝒂𝒍 / 𝒍𝒐𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒓

"another one, football head?"

the blonde pink-bowed former bully asked her once-victim as she gives him a snarky grin and leans against the lockers beside him. the latter, on the other hand, reads through the invitation that has been slipped into his own.

"yep—though i don't get why rhonda insists on calling these parties 'soirées'," he replies with a puzzled look, still reading the details of the invite.

"well, we all know it's very in-brand for her image," helga scoffs, "so, you actually going to princess' party again?"

"i'm thinking about it..." arnold answers, raising his head to meet helga. his cheeks get a little warm when he realizes how close they're standing into each other, and once again—he's lost in those blue eyes of hers.

when their eyes are locked, green on blue, blue on green, helga notes his sudden speechlessness and mirrors his expression—she too, getting flustered by her longtime love's eyes on hers.

they're silent for a while, until the ocean-eyed blonde clears her throat, bringing both teenagers out of their mutual lovesick trance.

"um..." arnold stammers, gazing away to the hallway floor and rubbing the back of his neck with one arm as he still holds the invitation in the other, definitely getting the ink smeared due to his palms getting sweaty, "did you get invited this time?"

she shrugs: "dunno, haven't been to my locker yet, hair boy. why don't we find out right now?"

arnold doesn't say anything, just a simple nod and cheek-to-cheek smile before following helga to her locker.

after putting in her combination, she dramatically opens the locker to reveal... no invitation.

arnold's smile dies down as he stares back at helga sympathetically.

"i guess not this time..."

"again." she finishes, staring back at her invite-less locker with a look of indifference, "whatever, bob's probably gonna want me to run the beeper store this weekend anyways while he's out on another one of his exotic business trips."

though helga didn't seemed all too bummed about it, the same can't be said about arnold. after the past year, he really believed that rhonda would see the ex-bully in a new light after completely losing her confrontational tendencies and her family really climbing up the socioeconomic ladder with big bob's advancement in the electronic industry. hell—it was helga who sold rhonda her current phone not too long ago... and the model wasn't even set to be released to be public for another four months!

on top of that, the poor football-headed teen thought after not getting much time to hang out with the object of his affections (with him working part-time at vitello's and helga picking up extra hours at the beeper store for university tuition and a new place), this would've presented an opportunity for him to finally ask her out.

"damn, why the long face, arnoldo? it's not like you weren't the one who wasn't invited to little miss stuck-up's soirée."

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𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓: 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐞

in which the rich girl of h.s. 118 throws another evening "soirée"

a/n: art by limey404 on deviantart (thanks to testiclesmgee and carlos85g for the credit tip)! happy shortaki week!!

𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒗𝒆-𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒘 / 𝒓𝒐𝒚𝒂𝒍 / 𝒍𝒐𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒓

"another one, football head?"

the blonde pink-bowed former bully asked her once-victim as she gives him a snarky grin and leans against the lockers beside him. the latter, on the other hand, reads through the invitation that has been slipped into his own.

"yep—though i don't get why rhonda insists on calling these parties 'soirées'," he replies with a puzzled look, still reading the details of the invite.

"well, we all know it's very in-brand for her image," helga scoffs, "so, you actually going to princess' party again?"

"i'm thinking about it..." arnold answers, raising his head to meet helga. his cheeks get a little warm when he realizes how close they're standing into each other, and once again—he's lost in those blue eyes of hers.

when their eyes are locked, green on blue, blue on green, helga notes his sudden speechlessness and mirrors his expression—she too, getting flustered by her longtime love's eyes on hers.

they're silent for a while, until the ocean-eyed blonde clears her throat, bringing both teenagers out of their mutual lovesick trance.

"um..." arnold stammers, gazing away to the hallway floor and rubbing the back of his neck with one arm as he still holds the invitation in the other, definitely getting the ink smeared due to his palms getting sweaty, "did you get invited this time?"

she shrugs: "dunno, haven't been to my locker yet, hair boy. why don't we find out right now?"

arnold doesn't say anything, just a simple nod and cheek-to-cheek smile before following helga to her locker.

after putting in her combination, she dramatically opens the locker to reveal... no invitation.

arnold's smile dies down as he stares back at helga sympathetically.

"i guess not this time..."

"again." she finishes, staring back at her invite-less locker with a look of indifference, "whatever, bob's probably gonna want me to run the beeper store this weekend anyways while he's out on another one of his exotic business trips."

though helga didn't seemed all too bummed about it, the same can't be said about arnold. after the past year, he really believed that rhonda would see the ex-bully in a new light after completely losing her confrontational tendencies and her family really climbing up the socioeconomic ladder with big bob's advancement in the electronic industry. hell—it was helga who sold rhonda her current phone not too long ago... and the model wasn't even set to be released to be public for another four months!

on top of that, the poor football-headed teen thought after not getting much time to hang out with the object of his affections (with him working part-time at vitello's and helga picking up extra hours at the beeper store for university tuition and a new place), this would've presented an opportunity for him to finally ask her out.

"damn, why the long face, arnoldo? it's not like you weren't the one who wasn't invited to little miss stuck-up's soirée."

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dunno how long this was a thing or maybe i posted about it and forgot but if i didn’t i will be pointing out the fact i have 69 followers on here

thanks

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help i need that one strip where lucy’s yapping in schroeder’s ear for the 472847383847th time but this time it’s about them being in middle or high school and lucy being like the most sought-after girl in school telling schroeder she’ll be waiting by the north side fountain for him or something along those lines

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help i need that one strip where lucy’s yapping in schroeder’s ear for the 472847383847th time but this time it’s about them being in middle or high school and lucy being like the most sought-after girl in school telling schroeder she’ll be waiting by the north side fountain for him or something along those lines

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𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐲 𝐱 𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐨𝐥𝐝! 𝐬𝟓𝐞𝟏𝟔

in which they are fated to get married

it all starts when violet brings a origami fortune teller (she dubs her “marriage predictor”) to school one day—making it her personal goal to have set all her classmates up by the end of the day

bonus: she matches up sally and linus as well as charlie brown and the little red-haired girl

despite his refusals, charlie and violet finally convince schroeder to try out the marriage predictor when the kids are dismissed from school for the day

and [un]surprisingly, he ends up with lucy van pelt

but schroeder, in complete denial, argues that it can’t be right—so he asks violet to take the test again

one more time! c’mon, just one more time!

no, schroeder! you’ve done the test a hundred and ten times! and it always comes out the same: you and lucy are going to get married when you grow up—that’s final. live with it!

so, walking home defeated, charlie brown talks schroeder out of his “marriage predictor”-funk

after all, the guy already said that it was fake and didn’t mean anything—so why should he worry about marrying someone just because some dumb origami fortune teller says he will?

however, when he gets home to play on his toy piano, to find lucy somehow getting into his house and yapping about marriage for the bajillionth time—schroeder snaps

DON'T SAY ANOTHER WORD! WE’RE NEVER GOING TO GET MARRIED SO THERE'S NO SENSE IN TALKING ABOUT IT!

…

now i forgot what i was going to say…

she didn’t—she was going to talk about how violet’s marriage predictor put them together (since lucy was clearly curious about the damned thing), but judging from his snappy attitude, schroeder had enough marriage talk for one day

so later that night, when they both get ready for bed—it comes to no one’s surprise that only one of them was going to have a good night’s rest

i’m going to marry schroeder! it’s like a dream

it’s like a nightmare

the one boy i’ve always hoped i would marry

the one girl i never wanna marry. ever!

in lucy’s dream the following happens:

after their wedding, have their honeymoon in venice, riding a sailboat and talking about lucy’s rival

you still don’t think about her, do you?

“her”? i’m sure i don’t know who you mean

you know, her

oh… you mean my piano

i know how crazy you were about her, and i just—

don’t be ridiculous, darling. i love you and only you. that piano is only but a faint and frankly annoying memory to me. she couldn’t be further from my thoughts, and you, nearer

hey it’s a dream—besides, that piano and beethoven are like lucy’s number 1 rivals 💀

fast forward in their honeymoon, they are having breakfast on a rooftop balcony in paris when lucy confirms her career path

*reads newspaper* inflation skyrockets, unemployment soars, baby born with winning lottery ticket? that’s it! i decided i’m running for president

wonderful! i’ll support you all the way!

i knew you would~

oh, my darling, i’ll love you forever

really?

all the days and nights until the end of time! i love the way you laugh, the way you cry! you’re the most beautiful girl i’ve ever known!

oh, go on~

all right, i’ll stop

no! i mean go on, go on!

and of course, because it's lucy's dream—she ends up winning the election and becomes the next president of the united states

i, lucy van pelt, do faithfully swear to uphold the duties of the office of president of the united states. thank you, thank you! and now, as your first president, i'd like to introduce the first man, schroeder van pelt. as you know, behind every great woman is a great man

thank you, i—

*shoves, whispering* get behind!

does schroeder even have a canon last name???

anyways, not even one week into being sworn in, lucy's playing paddleball in the oval office pressing the secretary of the interior (who may or may not be charlie brown) to have her face carved on mount rushmore

anyways the following dialogue is not even necessary but i think it's just so accurate to lucy's lore

madam president, you have an urgent call from chile, the milk board is here for your 10 o'clock, and the swiss ambassador wants to know what you think of his "cheese plan"

hold the chili, cancel the milk, and tell the swiss ambassador that his cheese plan's full of holes

then, according to the episode, schroeder would have to get kidnapped but then that means i'll have to write about his piano kidnapping him which is just too ridiculous even for a dream

so we're just gonna end lucy's dream there and go ahead with schroeder's dream—majority of it being about a grown-up version of him trying to escape his wife just to play the piano (╥‸╥)

hey! whaddaya think you're doing?

i'm taking charge of this nightmare! if i have to be married to you, then things are gonna change. first of all, i'm not gonna be working in a stuffy office anymore. second, i'm going to start playing the piano again. finally—

*shrugs* okay

why are you being so crabby—wait, come again?

i thought you were going to file for divorce, but if i comply to these changes, we’d still be married, right?

suddenly, like a ton of bricks, schroeder recalls all the moments where he’s slipped—saying he wouldn’t marry lucy unless she were the last girl on earth, betting to kiss her if she hit a home run, subconsciously manifesting her as his muse in the brief period she and linus moved away, and now not even bringing up the idea of divorce in his own dream

come to think of it—is schroeder really opposed to marrying lucy as he thinks he is?

by this point in the dream, her hands are at the sides of his face, but he’s frozen

he knows she’s going to kiss him, it’s written all over her face—so why isn’t he pulling away?

does he even want to pull away?

unfortunately, before he makes up his mind, he’s abruptly awoken by symphony no. 5 in C minor

for the love of beethoven—

anyways, we fast forward to the gang gathering in class, where violet makes a dramatic entrance

last night, much to my dismay, i discovered a flaw in my origami marriage predictor, and well, the fact is, all the results are null and void

so when she breaks it down for each of her “flawed” matches, it doesn’t faze lucy in the slightest

FOR THE MILLIONTH TIME, SHE SAID WE AREN’T GETTING MARRIED!

and charlie brown told me birds fly south for the winter—IT DOESN’T MEAN HE’S RIGHT

a/n: anyways, that’s it—a quick little headcanon that’s been sitting in my head for a while since i started going into the rabbithole that is schrucy (which definitely deserves MORE content) but i digress 😪 i’ve been working on my drawing skills since i finished my final class so keep an eye out for possible artwork in the future (especially ones based on this very post 🫡) if you made it this fsr, thanks for reading! i hoped you liked it as much as i enjoyed writing this :)

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my current state with my ships rn

and it only took two out of the three buses i take to work to make this masterpiece that benefits absolutely nobody because no one at all asked for this to be made 💀

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if i don’t post the final part by july 23rd 2025 i might as well delete this whole account

𝐢𝐥𝐲𝐢𝐞𝐮 — 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭

three universes. two people. one love story.

the long-lasting concept of soulmates has been commonly defined as a strong connection between two individuals, regardless of the nature of relationship; platonic or romantic.

dipper pines and pacifica northwest have been a very popular pairing amongt the fandom of gravity falls, even spanning across alternate universes beyond the canon. i, as your storyteller, cannot begin to fathom how this pairing had manifested, nor how the strength of this duo has spanned throughout different universes…

perhaps the spectacle that is dipper and pacifica isn’t rooted in the reason why they work, but rather the fact that it manages to work anyways. someway, somehow, the pine tree and the llama always find their way to each other—be it in good or bad.

featuring the universes of gravity falls, reverse falls, and relativity falls, respectively:

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐬𝐲𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐜 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬

right image contains art by turquoisespace35! her gf fanart has been a huge inspiration to me in making this fic <3 so please go support her as well!!

table of contents

560.111 i love you in every universe

560.112 i still love you in every universe

560.113 i'll always love you in every universe

560.1131 summerween 2: electric spookaloo

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hyping myself for shortaki week 2025 and don’t get me started on the second-hand embarrassment when i thought the character i killed off here was wrong and then remembering that was the exact effect i wanted 😭 sorry for spoiling my own work ig

𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑: 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐞

in which a melancholic blonde makes a trip to the cemetery to visit a loved one

a/n: i'm just gonna be blunt and admit this is the first year i'll be participating in shortaki week! i previously wrote ha! fanfics on wattpad but it's been a while so i hope my reintroduction to the fandom does justice towards my love for shortaki :)

cw: implied character death

wc: 610

not proofread!

𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓 - 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒔 - 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒏

his sunny attitude became more and more clouded these days, leaving his golden hair the only thing radiant of his physique. arnold didn't have much reason to wear a colourful wardrobe, as it seemed that all the vibrance in his life got sucked away after losing her.

it had been a week since the funeral, but he found himself waiting at the station because it'd been simply too long since he seen her last. sure, he took his studies abroad shortly after graduating high school, but he was always brought at ease knowing she was only a phone call away. now, the emptiness in his heart caused by her recent absence subjected the poor man to a void of numbness which no one--his parents, phil, nor gerald--could pull him out from.

he tried to take a seat far away from the other passengers, wanting to further isolate himself just to be revel in his thoughts. the fears which have once haunted arnold were now the only things that allowed him to feel, even if those said feelings were nothing better than despair.

then, he felt a presence. though he didn't want to turn his head, he knew that someone sat beside him, but couldn't understand why. a simple glance ahead of him knew that the rest of the car was mainly vacant; a great number of seats found empty.

"it's been a while, football head."

wide-eyed, arnold's head took a whip from the window to a very-familiar pink-bowed blonde.

"helga!? you're- you're here? in hillwood!?"

"of course i'm back in hillwood, doi!" she mocked, playfully nudging him with her elbow, “i don't think i need to explain why, though, since you caught the same train as i."

indeed, if helga was taking the same train under similar circumstances, then arnold knew exactly why his ex-girlfriend would come back to her hometown. yet, he found himself confused over one detail: "but, you didn't come to her funeral?"

"obviously," helga scoffed, "there's no way i'm mourning gertie with all the other morons in town. it was better for me to say goodbye to her personally."

"oh..."

"you're alright though. if i had to say my goodbyes with one witness, i'm glad it's you."

then suddenly, only for a split second, arnold swore a flicker of colour had finally reared itself after days of greyscale visions. the pigtailed blonde's hair glowed like rays of sunshine he had long missed, and her blue eyes emitting the brightness of clear skies.

"besides, i wanted to leave her a parting gift for her to take into the afterlife. hopefully i'm not too late and ol' gertie's still in limbo."

picking up the brown paper bag that rested by her feet, helga picked up the bag to show to her former football-headed love.

once unwrapped, green eyes were met with a familiar teal sweater that he retired after grade six when he gifted it to the woman before him.

"she needs her grandson more than i do."

as the train halted to their stop, the pair had gotten off, laughing softly about a rather humorous time in their shared past. it was a comfort to arnold knowing that he was still able to smile, and because of his ex-girlfriend of all people.

he knew he shouldn't take her time back in hillwood for granted.

"helga, wait..." he reached out for her hand, stopping her from walking further. she turned to him; blue eyes fully attentive to his green ones.

"um... after we visit the cemetery, would you mind sticking around for some coffee?"

her face beamed, shooting him a warm smile.

"i don't mind, not at all."

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i actually had this queued to post at 3am pst cuz i thought i’d be asleep by then…

i was wrong 💀

𝐬𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐧𝐚 𝐜𝐢𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫

in which fidd will have to taste bill when ford's kissing him *oop* (inspired by this post—also right pic by artsde-bella)

that's right, i'm bringing back illuminati artists in 2025

obviously, this can't be canon because of bill being stuck in the theraprism and it's unlikely that sabrina could be possessed by bill—WAIT

do y'all think that in 2023, when she was starting to blow up with nonsense and eics, our girl went all the way to gravity falls, oregon to make a deal with the one-eyed triangle?

for all purposes this is fiction and not me being concerningly delusional please don't seriously consider indulging in any theories about sabrina carpenter being an illuminati artist even though it'd lowkey be cool if she were

anyways, she shakes his hand, and bada-bing bada-boom, she's working on the would-be gammy-winning album, symmetric n' sweet

all he asks of her in return is to change her stage name to sabillna ciphenter (like, okay narcissist)

bill's inspo for songwriting is pretty much ford—take possesio, for example

say you can't sleep, fordsy, i know that's that me possessio

and then there's taste, which i've been thinking about for literally ever—like you can't listen to the song and think it's about the toxic yaoi love triangle between bill, ford, and fidd

after all, bill does leave an impression

three sides to be exact

but like picture it, after weirdmaggedon, fidd and ford make amends and not only do they rekindle their partnership... but it becomes something more

and even though bill can't interfere, it doesn't stop him from finding out regardless, and he's clearly not happy about it

like, what the hell does that bald banjo-playing loser have that bill doesn't? he's a literal powerful entity

so bill, as sabillna, writes taste specifically to get on fidd's nerves

but it doesn't matter since it does nothing to the fiddauthor relationship

insert taste makeout scene animatic here but instead of sabrina and jenna making out it’s bill and fidd

anyways that’s all i got for this hc so i hope y’all eat this up because i still got like 2 weeks of school left and after that i can FINALLY waste my time on this hellsite the way god intented