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"SOME BROTHER YOU TURNED OUT TO BE!!"

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the idea of Stan getting a scar from the memory gun that's shaped exactly like the rift tear post-weirdmageddon

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No one:

Tumblr when my WiFi is connected and working perfectly:

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i came up with an au half asleep yesterday where stan dies, but every time ford tries to defy death, stan never comes back

Frankenstan? Nope! Ghost? Nope! Blood ritual? NOOOOPEEE!

fiddleford at the side just yells “FORD MOVE ON STOP RESURRECTING THE DEAD AND ROBBING GRAVES”

(i call it the MOVE ON STANFORD! au idk)

stan’s handsome he’s sexy and he’s fucking dead

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I see I have been summoned,

What art thou wishes,mortal.

This is my first post on my new alt blog.

First of all, Happy Birthday to Dipper and Mabel

Now please excuse me for a moment as I summon the GF fans to this blog

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Hehe

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you punch nazis!

(requested by anonymous)

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Elvira and Jamie first meeting <3

(Roughly)

Jamie and Elvira first meeting <3

(In perspective of Elvira because her book is in first person but it switched to third after they stop talking)

I couldn't have been more than fourteen at the time. Still young and angry. My ungrateful father sent me out for food, but I didn't know the area. The woods around me weren't my home, and I couldn't hunt in them yet.

I went to the nearby community of imps instead of risking coming home empty handed that day. Going home empty handed would have damaged me worse than having to ask another imp for help. I'd rather wound my pride than be wounded physically. So I walked. Calmly. Kind of begrudgingly if I'm being honest.

And there was a path from my new house to this community. Whoever had lived there before us had gone to the community often. Why they didn't live in it instead was beyond me, but hey. They had left a defined path there, so I didn't complain.

The woods here had Pine trees instead of the red maple that I was used to. The animals differed. I'd learn to hunt in those woods eventually, but it wasn't now. Right then I'd have to take whatever scrap of dignity I had left and rake it over the coals to ask for help. Help. I hated asking for help at that time. When I was a teenager.

Once I finally got there, I saw so many imps. Kits running under the moonlight, male and female. That struck me as odd. At that time in my life I'd never seen a male and a female interact so.. Casually. As a matter of fact, I saw many imps of many ages and genders interacting. So casually. That never happened where I was from. Honestly I can't lie and say I wasn't disgusted at the time. Everyone was so happy. It made me sick.

I also noticed for the first time that eastern imps didn't as large of horns as western imps did. Their foreheads had two small red nubs coming out right above the forehead, with two small curls in their hair that curled up like horns too. Hair that was more red than orange, unlike mine. From the looks of it, eastern imps had different hunters marks too. Instead of a thick black stripe from the top of their shoulder to the tip of their middle finger, they had a thin strip of black ink from the top left of their face, through their eyebrow and eye, to the bottom of their chin. I saw a lot of males with it too. Again, odd, but I wasn't there to study, I was there to get food and get out.

I remember the way those kits and other imps stared at me as I walked through. Some with surprise. Some with curiosity. One weird look from some random male. None disgusted though. That surprised me. I laugh now remembering that weird look from that random male. Not so random now I suppose.

I approached a little stand I saw, shifting on my feet. I had been in communities before I knew how to speak to others and barter and such. I had been so nervous at the time for a reason I cannot recall. The male running the stall took one look at me and hooked a piece of meat off of a chain.

"Yer' awful skinny," he said, chuckling. He had what I can now recognize as a southern accent. At the time I wondered what the absolute fuck I was hearing, having grown up in the west. I could tell he could see it on my face because he chuckled dryly again and said, "ah, not from ere'. Thas alright." I fidgeted with the pockets of my jean shorts, fidgeting with the bird eggs I had. They weren't much but I was sure I could buy something with them, however little.

The male put the meat in a somewhat small clear bag and put it on the rustic wooden counter of his stall. It was large, too large for me to afford with eggs, and I almost backed up had he not spoken. "Free of charge, ya look like ya need it more'en I do," he said with a calm smile on his face. He looked kind. I'd never experienced this kind of interaction when I was that age. Especially not from a male that looked to be as old as my dad. How peculiar that was for me.

I eyed him, taking the eggs out of my pockets and setting them on the counter. I hadn't said a work, but he looked at them and back up at me. I guess he could tell that having to do that was a lot for me, so he silently took them. I wonder now where that male is. I don't think I ever saw him after that. Wish I could thank him.

But I grabbed the meat off of the counter without a word, holding it up in the clear plastic bag. The males gesture was nice, but I wouldn't be eating it anyway.

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I stood there for a moment after that, inspecting the meat. Making sure it was fresh and up to standard for my dad when another male approached me. It was that same male that was looking at me weird when I first arrived. Though at that moment when he had approached me he had this odd kind smile on his face. He looked young, but that smile was the kind that older folk gave young people. But he was young. Little more than a year older than me.

He smiled gently at me, putting his hand out for me to shake. He had slicked back hair, with those infamous little horns, and along with the hunters mark across his left eye he also had two thin black bands around his neck. Peculiar. I hadn't seen anyone with the bands around the neck except older looking imps. Again though, he wasn't old. His ears were also pointed like mine but they were upturned instead of mine, which pointed downwards. He looked so.. Friendly. God the kindness I kept seeing was making me sick. At that time I'd seen them as a bunch of pushovers.

Despite my initial judgement of him, I still shook his hand, because fair is fair. It was firm but welcoming, and he let go after a few seconds. When I raised a brow, he cleared his throat and stood up taller.

"Hi!" he greeted. He had smile lines and wrinkles around tips of his eyes that I could only assume where from laughing and smiling a lot. "M'name's Jamieson, but ya can call me Jamie," he said. Same southern accent, but his voice was kind of raspy.

For the first time since I'd walked into that community, I spoke. "Jamieson what?" I questioned, a raised brow. I crosses my arms. He looked taken back, his eyes widening slightly. It was kind of funny. I could tell he wasn't used to being spoken to like that, but after a few seconds he smiled wide once more, flashing sharp teeth that mirrored mine.

"Jamieson Kinger," he grinned. I could see his tail wagging behind him like a dog. I'd never seen anyone so kind looking. I'm sure many imps are kind really, but he actually looked kind. The kind of imp you'd wanna hug. The kind you'd want to tell secrets to.

I remember the expression I made. Cold and unimpressed. My brows were arched and my eyes looked him up and down like a rich woman looking at a peasant. He shifted on his feet, his worn boots kicking the dirt. He looked uncomfortable. Pleasant, but uncomfortable.

I scoffed.

Without another word I turned on my heel, meat in hand, and left. Left him standing there. Left others staring. I hadn't cared at the time. It didn't matter to me if I embarrassed some stupid male. I went home quickly after, but I'm not sure he ever moved. He just stood there I think. Looking after me.

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And he did just stand there. Looking after her. Anyone who'd witnessed it could tell that he hasn't been spoken to like that before. Or rather, not in a long time.

He thought she was wonderful. He'd never met a female like her. He'd never met a female so fierce. She had such a fire in her eyes. Such a fire and burning flame. He almost melted, it was like she was burning a hole through him with that stare. So unimpressed. She truly looked like she had better things to do than be talking to him. It goes without saying that she was gorgeous to him. Her longer red horns and cerulean lips compared to his sapphire ones. It wasn't her beauty that captured him though. It was that damned attitude.

He liked it. No. That wasn't right.He loved it. He was almost certain in that moment that she was who he wanted. She was the female he'd dedicate himself to loving.

His pupils dilated. Those thin brown slits turned into large brown circles, shining with moonlight and glimmering with a feeling he'd never felt before. No. Not with any other female he'd ever been with before. She made him feel different.

Her. He wanted her.

He also decided he liked her odd flat accent too. That was nice.

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Found body

It sounds interesting..

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I stopped, I looked now where is my share.

EVERYONE STOP WHAT YOU'RE DOING AND LOOK AT THIS FOCACCIA I MADE!!!!!

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Which one of your ocs would like strawberry scented perfume, picture plz if you could add. And also is there a masterpost of all your ocs so that i could read them at once.

Ty.<3

Love you content btw.

Oooooh, omg, tysm for the ask!!! Tbh I misread it at first and thought it said which one of my characters would like strawberries and spent a good few 5 minutes thinking whom I should make a strawberry addict, but then I reread it and saw the "perfume" bit, lol.

Anywayyyyyy, who would like strawberry scented perfume? Well, it would definitely be Akira. Which is funny, bc she's allergic to actual strawberries.

(this has happened more than once, I fear)

Here's a silly doodle of my girl that took unnecessarily too long to draw! :3 (sneak peak of Akira's redesign 👀✨ [God I need to draw the characters' redesignssss])

And to answer your question, no, I don't have a masterpost, but now that you said so, maybe I should make one in the future! And I'm happy you like my oc content. :)

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Sorry it took me so long to reblogg.

@d0ct0r-tyl3nol ( special one for u cuz your my fav song writer in the gf fandom)

@biggirlscantcry @thenoellebird @babyblankyerror @0-amateur-writer-0 ( My fav writers of all time appreciate y'all sm)

@localcelestialcreature62 @greenbunny7 @acebbirdandbean ( love y'all's rebloggs and content, dont think I forgot about the ocs)

@thenoellebird @noodlesandchips @kittylovelbp ( my fav artists, love your art )

@ennardbird @twofacedlady @dollingdew ( my biggest supporters,)

And finally one for my tumblr bestie *drum roll* @dollingdew

Imagine being loved by someone so much that they tagged you in this

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posting separately doodles inspired by @fincessbubblecup (art and au) because I liked how they turned out!

it’s usually difficult for me to stop before going full-render mode, because I deeply despise doing lineart and think “to hell with it” somewhere in the middle.

but! my dream of becoming a children's book illustrator was suddenly evoked by an aforementioned artist (ty ty ty), so here i am with my long-forgotten art style

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Reblog if you write fanfic and would be totally down with your followers coming into you askbox and talking to you about your fic

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Being “the Disney kid” is so funny because my formal (prom) is coming up and people keep asking me what colour dress I’m wearing, so I tell them purple, and immediately people ask me

“Omg like Rapunzel??”

Nope.

“Oh so, like Isabela Madrigal??”

No.

“Like Megara??”

Nah.

“Esmeralda…??”

LOVE HER, but no.

“Like Ariel when she comes out of the water at the end of The Little Mermaid??”

Cool reference but no.

“Like Elsa at the beginning of Frozen II??”

Love that dress but not what I was thinking.

“The purple outfit Jasmine wears at the end of Aladdin??”

Oh shit I forgot about that outfit-

“Like one of Ariel’s sisters??”

Alana? No, I prefer Arista and she wears red.

“Uh… like Fear from Inside Out??”

Why would I want to look like Fear from Inside Out…?

“THEN WHY ARE YOU WEARING PURPLE???”

It’s hilarious watching them think so hard about some lowkey obscure characters or outfits when the answer to why I’m wearing purple is simply…

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(TW: Flashing Lights)