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nightingale2004 · 1 month

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Gravity falls Hcs: Throughout the years, pt. 1

The town of gravity falls continues to remain normal, but still has its weird strange flair

More and more tourists come and go from Gravity Falls Oregon, especially after Weirdmageddon

Tyler is still mayor and going on strong

Dipper and Mabel still visit Gravity Falls every summer, and they remain close with their friends from Gravity Falls

Mabel, Grenda, and Candy's friendship still remain strong as they all grow up (since they got phones and computers, they text and videochat 24/7)

Dipper and Mabel have their troubles in school, especially after what they've been through, but no matter what, the pines twins stick together through thick and thin

Dipper is still not so popular, but he found his people, and he managed to create a "Dungeons, dungeons and more dungeons" club in school

Mabel is still to this day an arts and crafts master and also a master of knitting and clothing designs.

When Mabel was granted access to the world of the internet. She made her own business website showing the clothes she made, along with making video tutorials on knitting, art, and making wax figures

On one of twins' birthdays, great uncle Ford and Mabel gave Dipper three journals so he could find his own discoveries and adventures and write them in the journals (Dipper loved the gift and takes great care of them.)

Mabel still never misses a scrapbook-ortunity

Wendy and her gang of friends are still hanging out and still close (they've slowly started to treat Thompson nicer)

Robbie and Tambry are still together and are getting married (Wendy is Robbie's best woman and Tambry's bridesmaid)

When Soos got married, everyone was there, and it was all very emotional. Especially for Soos who cried at his own wedding more than anyone

When the pines twins come to gravity falls over the summer or the holidays, the townspeople all know their name, give them endless hugs and high fives, and it's pretty much the happiest moment for the townspeople

Old man Mckgucket still invents, but this time, it's for the benefit of town.

As time went by, Fiddleford started fixing his mind little by little with his son's help. He is also slowly rebuilding his relationship with his son and Stanford

When Mabel and Dipper's parents met with the Stan brothers, they demanded an explanation. Stanley and Stanford came up with a very believable lie involving Stanley owing a bunch of debt to dangerous men, and then he faked his death to get them off his back with Stanfords help.

Bill Cipher's statue is still in the woods of Gravity Falls, and everyone makes sure that people, including tourists, go nowhere near the statue out of fear

Stanley slowly starts remembering everything, but he asks his family and Stanford for clarification on memories that are a bit of a blur

Every time the Pines twins come to gravity falls, it's always a new adventure, and Candy, Grenda, Wendy, and even Pacifica started joining them on their adventures

Soos named Stanley the grandfather and the pines twins as the godparents. Melody wanted to protest, but she could never say no to Soos

Wendy found a girlfriend and still helps out at the shack, but now she is working as either a lumberjack or working on construction

Since money was tight for the Northwest family, Pacifica took a job at the diner thanks to lazy Susan, and now she earns her own money to help out, and she FaceTimes Mabel and the girls a lot

Pacifica gives Mabel fashion and design tips

Sev'ral Timez still lives in the woods and somehow managed to mate and multiply with nature. Now there are mutant hybrid Sev'ral Timez children running around Gravity Falls

Ivan or Toot-Toot McBumbersnazzle is traveling around the world to find his song that is in his heart, and so far, he has released a few Banjo songs but not many

While living in California was nice, Waddles, after some time, was no longer aloud to live with the Pines twins family, which broke Mabel's heart but Soos luckily volunteered to take in Waddles after he convinced Melody to be on board which Mabel immediately was happy about

Sheriff Daryl Blubs and Deputy Durland are married and have adopted a boy together

After the weirdmaggedon, everyone has their trauma, and everyone deals with it in their own way, but the town who went through it all go through the healing together or with those that they trust

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ckret2 · 25 days

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Chapter 66 of that fic about human Bill but he's not in this chapter so forget about him: Ford and Dipper go cryptid hunting!

This is pretty much a standalone chapter so if somehow you stumbled on this without seeing the rest of the fic, u can just, read it by itself as a standalone Dipper and Ford adventure. It's funny. Promise.

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The camera turned on to reveal Dipper, illuminated sunset orange and cast in heavy shadows, holding the camera out at arm's length. "Welcome back to Dipper's Guide to the Unexplained, anomaly #175: the Fremont Nightwigglers!" He held up a paper title card in his free hand. "I'm Dipper Pines, and today I'm honored to introduce our special guest star—" he turned the camera around to focus on Ford from behind, "—the one and only Dr. Stanford Pines, PhD times twelve—"

Ford laughed self-consciously. "Dipper, nobody's going to recognize my name outside of a few highly specialized academic fields—"

"—the scientist who developed the Theory of Weirdness—"

"That paper isn't even ready for peer review yet, and I can't take all the credit—"

"—and the coolest dimension-hopping monster-fighting mystery-investigating great uncle in the world!"

Ford paused thoughtfully. "Okay, I'll take that one."

"Tonight, we're on the trail of the Fremont Nightwigglers." The recording cut to CCTV footage from a much higher-budget cryptid-hunting show (which Dipper had recorded by aiming the camera at the TV). The footage showed two marshmallow-like creatures that seemed to consist solely of heads, long legs, and feet—smooth, ghostly white, and featureless except for black eyes. They wore denim jeans that covered their bodies from ankles to waists, and their legs seemed to bend jointlessly, like an octopus's arms or an elephant's trunk. "These weird armless creatures have been seen up and down the west coast states, leaving behind a wave of jeans thefts at clothing stores; but by the time local law enforcement has ruled out any human suspects, the true culprits are always long gone."

The recording cut back to Dipper, who'd taken the lead so he could turn around the camera and aim it at both himself and Ford. "Based on investigative research done by Dr. Pines in the 80s, we believe the Nightwigglers have a migratory route several years long that passes through California, Oregon, Washington, and Canada. More research is needed to find out if they travel as far as Alaska or Mexico. Locals believe each Nightwiggler creates an individual burrow around a communal gathering spot to hide in during the day, and at night they assemble in the communal spot to travel or forage in nearby towns."

Ford threw in, "Based on what the townspeople told me about their habits, they've been in Gravity Falls much longer than usual. It typically takes them a week or two to pass through the area, but this year there have been sightings for more than a month. Perhaps we'll find out why."

"And thanks to a hot tip from an in-the-know local"—the recording cut to a few seconds of footage of Wendy proving she could do a handstand on the split-rail fence around the Mystery Shack—"we know which assembly spot they're currently camping around! Tonight, we're trying to get the first deliberate footage of a Nightwiggler..." Dipper lowered the camera and turned toward Ford, "Hey, what'll we call a group of them? A flock? Herd? Meeting? If we're the first investigators to officially document the species, we get to come up with the name , right?"

Ford considered the question. "What about a wobble of Nightwigglers? Since their legs are so... wobbly."

"Sure, that works."

"Is this really your 175th episode?" Ford asked. "I've missed quite a few."

"Ye—well..." Dipper lowered the camera. It recorded his shoes as he walked. "So far I've got a list of 175 anomalies I want to do an episode on, but I've only recorded and posted thirty-something. I think you've seen them all except the two I've done this summer." He sighed. "I'm... kinda disappointed by it, honestly."

"Why? You should be proud of your work so far! You're the only person in the world who's caught footage of the Hide Behind."

"By accident."

"Because you learned how to identify its call, chased it through half the forest, and were prepared with the right equipment to record it. That wasn't luck, Dipper—that was your hard work."

"I guess," Dipper said grudgingly. "I just... wanted to have a lot more produced by now."

"Wh—You started these last June? That's about one every two weeks. That's a very impressive output."

"I made most of them last summer, I hardly did any over the last school year or this summer."

"You've been focusing on your studies, that's good."

"Yeah, but what about this summer? All I've done so far is borrow some of Robbie's music video footage to make an episode about zombies and record some footage I haven't edited yet about Pacifica's alpaca thief. I didn't even get any footage of the haunted doll crane game before it disappeared. Most of the time I've been just... hiding in Soos's room playing Bloodcraft: Overdeath"—(under his breath Ford muttered "Blood-craft over death?")—"or hanging out with Wendy and her friends, or helping Soos with the Mystery Shack, or just trying to avoid..." He trailed off, suddenly conscious of the camera still aimed at the ground. It had started recording footprints drying in the mud after the recent rain: soft indents like the pads of paws, but with no distinct toes, about the size and length of human feet. Dipper lifted the camera to better record the trail they were walking down.

"Well... there's nothing wrong with taking a break during the summer," Ford said. "Especially considering that your last summer was... quite a bit more exciting than most kids'—"

"That's just it!" Dipper said. "Last summer I did so much! I investigated your disappearance, I filled half of your third journal, I helped stop the apocalypse, I wrote a book with Mabel about solving mysteries and doing fun stuff, I recorded like twenty Guides to the Unknown... Compared to that, this summer I feel like I'm—falling behind."

"Falling behind what?"

"I don't know. But—I just—I... feel like..." He trailed off with a frustrated sigh. "I don't know."

Ford offered, "Maybe, like you're not living up to your own potential?"

"Yes! That's it," Dipper said. "I'm not trying to grow up too fast, I'm just worried I'll grow up before I've done all the stuff I'm supposed to do now. Like I'm already running out of time."

"Hmm..." Ford let out a long, thoughtful sigh. "Dipper, I'm probably the wrong person to be giving this advice, considering that I'm not exactly... the paragon of moderation when it comes to pursuing professional ambitions. But—remember that you're only thirteen. Right now, you don't need to be worried about graduating valedictorian and starting up an anomaly-hunting show and doing groundbreaking research into previously-unknown strange and wondrous creatures," Ford said. "You just need to focus on graduating valedictorian first. That's all I did with my high school years, and after that I still managed to rack up multiple PhDs before age 30. You've got plenty of time!" He said this with the confidence of a man who didn't realize having his life derailed by a manipulative alien villain was the only reason he didn't burn out hard by 1984. "Outside of that, just... worry about being a kid."

"Yeah. I guess you're right. Thanks, Grunkle Ford," Dipper said. "I keep worrying, though. I keep thinking, what if I'm wasting all my time on stuff that... just... doesn't matter? What if nothing I'm doing is actually important?"

Ford was silent a moment. "That's... a very existential question for your age. How long have you been worrying—"

Dipper hissed, "Grunkle Ford!" He jerked his camera up. "Is that fire?!" There was a faint orange glow in the distance between the trees.

"I think it is!"

Dipper whispered, "That's where I found the Nightwigglers' abanadoned campsite last time!"

"Did you see any signs that they knew how to start fires? Remains of a campfire?"

"I didn't notice anything."

"It could be a Scampfire..."

As quietly as they could, Dipper and Ford edged through the trees, Dipper all the while pointing the camera toward the light, until they found a narrow gap between two trees from which they could peer into the clearing.

There were three or four dozen Nightwigglers milling about in little clusters. Several had lit torches—sturdy sticks with the ends wrapped in fabric—which they carried by sticking the ends of the torches into their jeans' pockets.

"Dipper, look at the tops of their torches," Ford hissed. "Is that shredded denim?"

The camera zoomed in on the nearest torchbearing Nightwiggler. "I think so."

"We already knew they wore clothing—but they can make tools, too? How advanced are they..."

Ford trailed off as the clustered Nightwigglers separated, spreading out evenly into several rings. As the camera recorded, they began emitting a synchronized muffled humming; and then they began dancing, kicking their legs and turning in circles together. "Whoa," Dipper whispered. "Is this some kind of ritual?"

"What's its purpose?" Ford whispered back. "Recreation? Religion? Some sort of cultural event—?"

"Hold on. I think I recognize the song."

Ford and Dipper fell silent, watching in silence as the dance repeated a couple of times.

The Nightwigglers were doing the Hokey Pokey.

"Fascinating." The camera lurched sideways, and then turned toward Ford. Ford had stolen Dipper's journal from out of his vest pocket and was hastily taking notes on a blank page. "I had no idea Nightwiggler culture was so influenced by human culture. An hour ago, we didn't even know Nightwigglers have a culture. When could they have observed and learned the Hokey Pokey? It's not exactly a nighttime dance—do they spy on humans during the day?"

Dipper said, "What if we learned the dance from Nightwigglers?"

Ford stopped writing, looked up, and stared at Dipper, mind blown.

Dipper jerked the camera back toward the Nightwigglers as they filed out of the clearing. "Hey! Where are they going now?"

Dipper and Ford waited until the last Nightwiggler had left; and then they quietly followed.

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After several minutes of silence except for the sound of footsteps, Ford said, "Are we headed toward Mabel's Fault?"

Dipper groaned. "I got enough of this place last week."

"Agreed."

"Hey, you know Bill said we should rename it 'Bill's Fault'?"

Ford huffed. "Did he really? I don't believe it."

"Yeah. He tried to play it off like, 'oOOoh, I just want creEDit—'"

"That sounds like him—"

They came to a stop as the camera spied the Nightwigglers standing in the clearing around the fault, then they quickly moved off the path into the brush and crept closer. "What are they doing?" Dipper asked as they inched up to the tree line.

"I don't know—they're packed too tightly together for me to see."

"I've got an idea. Hold this." The camera bounced as Dipper passed it to Ford, who watched as Dipper climbed up one of the pine trees around the clearing.

"Careful! There aren't a lot of low branches that can hold your weight."

"It's okay, Wendy showed me how to do this." Dipper held out his hand for the camera.

Ford passed it up to him. "What do you see?"

The camera foused on Mabel's Fault. "The Nightwigglers closest to the fault are taking off their jeans, ripping them into two separate legs, and... tossing them in the fault? Have you ever heard of this?"

"Never."

"Like a dozen have done it so far."

"Perhaps that's why they have to steal so many pairs of pants? But why..."

Dipper gasped. Tiny Nightwigglers had begun squirming out of the fault, each wearing a single denim pant leg, crawling around like inchworms with half the pant leg trailing behind them. The bigger Nightwigglers picked up the little ones with their feet and swaddled them in the excess fabric. "They're—I think they're baby Nightwigglers! Coming out of the fault!"

"Amazing! Is this how they reproduce?" Ford asked. "Is that why they travel the west coast—are they following the San Andreas Fault and the volcanoes in the Pacific Northwest?"

"Maybe that's why they've been in town so long," Dipper said. "Mabel's Fault wasn't here the last time they passed through."

"We'll have to find out what other towns they stay in the longest. How far is Fremont from the fault line—?"

"Hey," Dipper said, "A bunch more Nightwigglers took their jeans off. They're tying them in a circle." One of the torchbearer Nightwigglers knelt down and bowed forward, setting the jeans ring on fire; and it was tossed into the fault. The Nightwigglers that weren't carrying infants formed a circle and began Hokey Pokeying toward the fault.

"That definitely looks like a ritual," Ford said, "but why? To celebrate the births...?"

The ground rumbled. Dipper gasped and slipped several feet down the tree before he caught himself. When he refocused the camera, Mabel's Fault was several feet wider, and a fiery glow was rising up from within.

An enormous Nightwiggler, fifteen feet tall, climbed out of the fault. It wore a crown of flaming denim and tattered pants formed by stitching together many pairs of decades-old jeans. The Nightwigglers bowed down.

"Good lord," Ford breathed. "What is that? Did they summon it, or—or was it always down there?"

The giant Nightwiggler watched regally as its subjects danced around it. As they spun around and completed another repetition of the Hokey Pokey—that's what it's all a-BOUT—the giant punctuated the end of the dance with a ground-shaking stomp.

Dipper lost his grip on the tree. He and the camera crashed to the ground with a yelp.

"Dipper! Are you alright?!"

"Ow... fine, probably just bruised."

The camera caught Ford kneeling to help Dipper sit up, and then Dipper grabbed the camera again as he stood. He pointed it back at the clearing.

Every single Nightwiggler, babies and giant included, was staring at them with wide black eyes.

Ford said, "Uh oh."

The giant let out a bellow like a muffled hunting horn.

The Nightwigglers charged.

Dipper and Ford ran away through the brush, screaming.

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Dipper pointed the camera at his face. His hair was plastered to his forehead with sweat and his cheeks and arms were covered in small branch scrapes. "Still works," he reported to Ford.

"Great," Ford said. "That thing's hardy."

The camera jerked as Dipper tried to set it on a tree stump.

"Well, we got away with our lives," he said. "But... not without some losses."

He got the camera settled and backed up. He was wearing his vest zipped up around his hips like a skirt. Ford's trench coat was conspicuously buttoned up, and his legs were bare between his coat and boots. They both looked sheepish.

Ford said, "We've acquired some invaluable anthropological data, though."

"I'm calling this investigation a triumph," Dipper said.

Ford offered a hand. "High six!"

In the background, a skinny-legged Nightwiggler wearing Dipper's shorts darted through the trees.

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(It's about time Dipper get a little personal attention. Hope you enjoyed and I look forward to hearing y'all's thoughts!)

#dipper pines #grunkle ford #stanford pines #gravity falls #gravity falls fic #gravity falls fanart #fanart #my art #my writing #bill goldilocks cipher

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hearts4golbach · 7 months

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can you write a Johnnie x fem reader fluff?

Sweater Weather.

Johnnie Guilbert x Fem!Reader.

shorter one shot based on "Sweater Weather." By The Neighborhood.

johnnie gripped my hand tightly, dragging me as we ran through the rain. i was giggling like maniac, getting more soaked by the second. the umbrella was no use at this point. johnnies makeup smeared, dripping slowly down his face along with mine.

"god damn, why can't we just go to the gas station in peace?" i squeel, swinging open the car door and jumping inside. i quickly started the car, making sure to turn on the heater so we wouldn't catch a cold.

he slid into the passenger seat as water dripped from the tips of his hair. chills ran down his spine, "jesus, fuck."

"i know," i put the car in reverse and sped down the road.

johnnie quickly connected his phone to the car and put our mixed playlist on shuffle. my current favorite song, 'Sweater Weather' by The Neighborhood, came on. It also happened to be our song.

"all i am is a man, i want the world in my hands."

johnnies hand made its way to my thigh, gently running his thumb over my rough jeans. "the weather is so pretty," i mention.

"i hate the beach, but i stand in California with my toes in the sand."

he looked over, admiring my semi-concentrated face as i paid attention to the road. his eyes trailed over my body. he always loved it whenever i wore my mother's hand-me-down maroon sweater. "i guess, but now my makeup is all fucked up," he complained sarcastically. "i love it whenever we go on drives in this kind of weather."

"Use the sleeves of my sweater. Let's have an adventure."

as we got off the main road, i moved one hand off the steering wheel and onto johnnies. his fingers intertwined with mine as i hummed along with the song. "I'd hate to say I'm dreading the summer, but it's never like this then." i looked towards johnnie, making eye contact as he smiled softly at me.

"Head in the clouds, but my gravity's centered."

"You're beautiful," he interrupts. my face heated up as i turned my attention back to the road, stopping for a red light. he leaned over, kissing my cheek gently. his hand snaked under my chin and turned my head towards him before pecking my lips.

"Touch my neck, and I'll touch yours, you in those little high waisted shorts, oh."

the light turned green, and i kept driving. johnnies leaned on the center console, his hand making its way back to my thigh. he had a soft smile on his face, making me blush. "Your smile is adorable," i commented before singing quietly with the song.

"she knows what i think about, and what i think about: one love, two mouths. one love, one house."

he placed soft, sweet kisses on my neck. my hand met his again as i rubbed circles with my thumb.

"No shirt, no blouse. just us, you find out."

we stopped at the gas station to get fountain drinks. johnnie kissed my forehead as we walked out, drinks in hand.

"Nothing that i wouldn't wanna tell you about, no."

sitting in the passenger seat once more, johnnie sighed contently. "i love you," i hummed.

"cause it's too cold for you here. and now, so let me hold both your hands in the holes of my sweater."

"i love you more," he cooed.

#fanfiction #fanfic #jake and johnnie #johnnie guilbert x reader #johnnie guilbert #johnnie guilbert x you #oneshot #fluff #car ride #sweater #sweater weather #the neighbourhood

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remyfire · 6 months

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Had a houlihawk meltdown tonight and didn't wanna lose it, so here we are.

I always feel like I love houlihawk the most if they never get the suburban home with the white picket fence, but if they get to be mobile in a freedom-centric way outside of, like, Margaret's childhood of Army transfers—just them renting instead of owning so they can travel all across the country and see new things and reconnect with their friends. Ending up in New York City for a year, mischievous, making out in elevators going up through these tall tall buildings as a race to see how stirred up they can get the other before the elevator dings at their floor. Going overseas, seeing Europe, touring France, Margaret playfully singing "C'est Magnifique" as a little street band plays for her and Hawk sweeping her into a passionate kiss as the crowd that had gathered around them applauds her performance. Just playfulness, adventure, discovering who they are in these whole new ways.

I had the image of Margaret who is terrified to ever get married again and Hawkeye who is still so fearful of marriage just. Agreeing that they don't want to get married. They want to just be together until they might not want to anymore. But I got emotional about the idea of Hawkeye giving Margaret one of his mother's old necklaces as a kind of symbol of commitment all the same and Margaret finding the finest watchband for Hawkeye, and them wearing those symbols year after year after year.

Imagining them spending a year or two working in free clinics around an overcrowding city, providing international aid as medical staff, always hand in hand, never one without the other when it comes to providing care. Spending a few years in California renting a room from the Hunnicutts while Hawk, Margaret, and BJ work tirelessly through the AIDS Crisis even though for all intents and purposes they should be thinking about retiring from medicine.

One day an 80-year-old Hawkeye is reading his newspaper and just tips his head back and yells, "Hey, Margaret?" and she shouts back, "Yes, darling?" and he goes, "D'you wanna get married tomorrow?" and Margaret is silent for a moment before she yells, "Sure!"

Which is when I realized that it would be the year 2000 if they were driving down to the courthouse while in their eighties to get married and that the Backstreet Boys would come on the radio on the way and Hawkeye would be trying to sing I Want It That Way to her while she's laughing her head off about how he's ruining the lyrics. And I exploded.

#tonight i was possessed by the power of silly love #notably this is also bard's fault almost entirely for pulling me out of my funk and inspiring me and adding great color to it #but idk if she wants to be tagged but know this would not have come to me if not because of her #hawkeye pierce #margaret houlihan #houlihawk #mashposting #mashblogging #my writing #long post

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alyrasturnz · 2 months

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COWBOY LIKE ME

chapter 3 ⌗ let's turn your night around.

❐ summary » y/n, a young woman from the opulent world of beverly hills, embarks on a family vacation to the serene countryside. amidst the lush landscapes, she sneaks out one evening and encounters matt, a charming cowboy with a heart as vast as the southern skies.

❐ pairings » cowboy!matt x affluent!reader

❐ warnings » this is a series, drinking, going to a bar

❐ a/n && w/c » third update of the night • 2.36k

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you stepped onto the worn wooden porch, your designer shoes clicking against the aged boards, each step a stark contrast to the rustic charm of the place. matt glanced up from under the brim of his hat, the afternoon sun casting a warm glow on his features. as he recognized you, he tipped his hat back, revealing a slow, genuine smile that seemed to light up his entire face.

"california, hey," he greeted, his voice carrying a mix of surprise and delight, as if your presence was a pleasant and unexpected gift.

"hey, matt," you replied, your voice a delicate blend of relief and excitement, each word carrying the weight of the journey that had brought you here. your eyes met his, and in that moment, the unspoken connection between you seemed to deepen, as if the distance and time apart had only strengthened your bond.

"where have you been?" he asked, his voice a harmonious blend of curiosity and warmth, eyes twinkling with genuine interest as if they sought to uncover the stories hidden behind your absence.

“oh, just going around town with my family," you replied, your tone laced with a hint of exasperation. "you know, doing the usual touristy stuff. but honestly, i missed you so much. i couldn't wait to get back here." your eyes wandered around the room, absorbing the rustic simplicity of his home, a striking contrast to the opulence you were used to.

you moved into the living room, where the rustic charm of matt's home contrasted sharply with your usual surroundings. the room was imbued with the scent of aged wood and the faint aroma of freshly brewed coffee. as you settled onto the worn-out couch, the simplicity of the space enveloped you, bringing an unexpected sense of tranquility.

"it's been a long day," you sighed, leaning back into the chair, feeling the weight of the day finally catch up with you. you allowed your guard to drop, revealing the vulnerability you had been hiding. "i just needed to see you, to talk to you."

matt's eyes softened as he looked at you, sensing the vulnerability beneath your words. "well, i'm glad you're here," he said, his voice gentle and soothing. "tell me more about your day. what did you see?"

you began to recount your adventures, your voice animated as you detailed the sights and sounds of the town. your eyes sparkled with excitement as you described each moment, your hands gesturing vividly to convey the atmosphere. "we went to this little antique shop, and my mom spent hours looking at old trinkets. it was charming," you continued, a soft smile playing on your lips, "but i couldn't stop thinking about you. i wanted to share it all with you."

he listened intently, his eyes never leaving your face, absorbing every word as if they were precious gems. "sounds like quite the day," he remarked, his voice laced with genuine curiosity and warmth. a smile played on his lips, a gentle curve that spoke volumes. "but i'm glad you ended it here, with me." his words lingered in the air, wrapping around you like a comforting embrace.

matt leaned forward, a spark of mischief dancing in his eyes. "i have an idea," he said, his voice brimming with excitement and a hint of mystery. "let's turn your day around." his words were charged with an infectious energy, making it impossible not to feel a surge of anticipation.

you raised an eyebrow, curiosity mingling with hesitation. "oh... i don't know, matt," you replied, your voice tinged with uncertainty, each word carefully measured. "what do you have in mind?" your eyes searched his, looking for clues to the adventure he was proposing, a mix of intrigue and caution swirling within you.

he grinned, his eyes twinkling with uncontained enthusiasm. "there's this cowboy bar just outside of town," he began, his voice rich with excitement. "it's got live music that makes your feet itch to dance, a dance floor that comes alive with laughter, and the best barbecue you've ever tasted. trust me, california, it'll be an experience you won't forget." his words painted a vivid picture, each detail inviting you to step into the adventure he was proposing.

you bit your lip, still grappling with uncertainty. "a cowboy bar? matt, that sounds... a bit out of my comfort zone," you admitted, your voice a blend of reluctance and curiosity. your mind raced, envisioning the unfamiliar territory he was suggesting, each word tinged with the apprehension of stepping into the unknown.

he reached out, gently taking your hand in his, his touch warm and reassuring. "i know it might seem different, but that's the point," he said, his voice a soothing balm to your nerves. "sometimes, stepping out of your comfort zone is exactly what you need. besides, i'll be right there with you," he reassured, his tone a perfect blend of encouragement and unwavering support. his eyes held yours, offering a silent promise that you wouldn't face this adventure alone.

you looked into his eyes, seeing the genuine excitement and care he had for you. slowly, you felt your reservations begin to melt away, like ice under the warmth of the sun. "okay, matt," you said with a small, tentative smile. "let's do it. let's go to the cowboy bar." your words carried a newfound resolve, the promise of adventure sparking a flicker of anticipation within you.

his smile widened, and he squeezed your hand gently, a gesture filled with warmth and encouragement. "that's the spirit, california," he said, his voice brimming with enthusiasm. "you're going to have a great time, i promise." his words wrapped around you like a comforting embrace, infusing you with a sense of anticipation and eagerness for the adventure ahead.

as you both walked to his truck, you couldn't help but feel a flutter of anticipation. the sun was setting, painting the sky with hues of orange and pink, as if nature itself was encouraging you to embrace this spontaneous adventure.

matt opened the door for you, and you slid into the passenger seat, your heart racing with a mix of nerves and excitement. the air was thick with the promise of new experiences, each step you took echoing the silent thrill of the unknown.

the drive to the cowboy bar was filled with laughter and stories, matt doing his best to keep your mind off the worries of the day. his voice was a soothing melody, weaving tales that made the miles melt away.

with each shared laugh, the tension in your shoulders eased, replaced by a growing sense of camaraderie and excitement. the world outside the window blurred into a tapestry of colors, a fitting backdrop to the unfolding adventure.

as the truck rumbled down the winding road, the rhythmic hum of the engine blending with the rustling of the leaves, matt cast a sidelong glance at you, a playful grin dancing on his lips. "you ever wonder what it would be like to just keep driving? no destination, no plans, just the open road and endless possibilities stretching out before us?"

you tilted your head, your eyes reflecting a mixture of curiosity and contemplation as you considered his words. "it sounds like a dream," you murmured, your fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns on the seat. "there's something so freeing about the idea of just going wherever the road takes you."

matt nodded, his eyes reflecting the golden hues of the setting sun, casting a warm glow on his thoughtful expression. "yeah, sometimes i think we get so caught up in our routines," he said, his voice tinged with a hint of melancholy, "that we forget there's a whole world out there, brimming with untold stories and adventures waiting to be explored."

you smiled, feeling a deep sense of kinship with his wanderlust, a shared yearning for the unknown. "maybe one day we should do it," you said softly, your eyes sparkling with the promise of adventure. "just pack up and go, see where we end up, letting the wind and the road be our only guides."

he squeezed the steering wheel, his grip tightening until his knuckles turned white, his jaw setting with a newfound resolve. his eyes flickered with a mix of excitement and determination as he looked ahead. "i'd like that. it's the kind of adventure that could change everything."

the conversation flowed effortlessly, each word and shared glance weaving an invisible thread that drew you closer together. as the truck rumbled along the winding road, the sense of adventure hung palpably in the air, a tantalizing promise of a night brimming with new experiences and cherished memories waiting to be forged.

as the truck rumbled down the dusty road, you found yourself sinking deeper into the seat, the tension of the day gradually melting away. matt's voice, a steady and comforting presence, wove intricate tales of his past adventures and mishaps. his laughter, rich and infectious, filled the cab, and soon, you found yourself joining in, the earlier gloom lifting like morning fog under the warmth of the rising sun.

when you arrived at the bar, the neon lights cast a warm, inviting glow over the rustic wooden exterior, creating a beacon in the night. the lively strains of country music spilled out into the cool evening air, mingling with the mouthwatering scent of barbecue and the faint, earthy hint of hay. matt parked the truck and turned to you, his eyes sparkling with a mix of excitement and reassurance. "ready, california?" he asked, his voice gentle yet brimming with encouragement.

you took a deep breath, feeling a swirling mix of nerves and anticipation settle in your chest. "ready," you replied, your voice steady and resolute. as you stepped out of the truck, matt was immediately by your side, his hand lightly resting on the small of your back, a gentle yet firm presence guiding you towards the entrance.

inside, the bar buzzed with vibrant energy. couples twirled and spun on the dance floor, their boots scuffing the worn wooden planks in perfect rhythm with the lively music. the air was thick with hearty laughter and the clinking of glasses, a symphony of joy and revelry. matt guided you to a table near the stage, where a band played an upbeat tune that seemed to electrify the atmosphere. "what do you think?" he asked, his eyes intently studying your face, searching for any sign of discomfort or unease.

you looked around, taking in the vibrant scene. it was different, certainly, but there was something undeniably exhilarating about it. "it's... amazing," you said, a genuine smile spreading across your face as you absorbed the lively atmosphere. "thank you, matt. i think this is exactly what i needed."

he grinned, his relief evident in the way his shoulders relaxed. "i'm glad to hear that," he said, his voice carrying a warmth that matched the twinkle in his eyes.

matt led you to the bar, his hand gently resting on the small of your back as he guided you through the bustling crowd. he waited for you to sit down first, then effortlessly took the seat beside you, his presence both comforting and protective.

matt leaned back in his chair, taking a deliberate sip of his drink before fixing you with a playful glint in his eyes. "so, california," he began, his voice tinged with a teasing lilt, "how's the country life treating you so far?"

you laughed, feeling more at ease with each passing moment. "it's definitely different from what i'm used to," you admitted, your voice carrying a note of genuine surprise. "but i think i'm starting to like it. the music, the people... it's all so lively and full of energy."

he nodded, a satisfied smile playing on his lips. "that's the spirit," he said, his tone both encouraging and reflective. "you know, sometimes it's good to shake things up a bit, try something new. it breathes life into the mundane and opens doors to unexpected joys."

you took a moment to look around the bar, the sounds and sights blending into a vibrant tapestry of life. "i think you might be right, matt," you said, your voice thoughtful. "this place has a charm of its own, an energy that feels both invigorating and comforting."

matt's eyes softened as he watched you, a gentle warmth emanating from his gaze. "i'm glad you're enjoying it," he said, his voice tinged with relief. "i was worried you might feel out of place, but it seems like you're finding your rhythm here."

you shook your head, meeting his gaze with a reassuring smile. "not at all," you replied, your voice soft yet firm. "with you here, it feels... comfortable, like I’ve found a piece of home in this new place."

a slow smile spread across his face, and he reached out to take your hand, his touch gentle yet firm. "that means a lot, california," he said, his voice filled with warmth. "how about we make this night even better? care for a dance under these vibrant lights?"

your heart skipped a beat at the warmth in his eyes, a flutter of excitement coursing through you. "i'd love to," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper, filled with anticipation and joy.

as you both stood and made your way to the dance floor, the music seemed to envelop you, creating a cocoon of shared moments and unspoken promises. matt's hand rested on your waist, firm yet gentle, guiding you with a confidence that made you feel both safe and cherished.

"you're a natural," he murmured, his voice low and sincere, carrying a weight of genuine admiration that made your heart flutter.

you smiled up at him, feeling a connection that transcended words. "only because i have a great partner," you replied, your voice soft and filled with genuine appreciation.

the night continued in a blur of laughter, music, and dancing, each moment etching itself into your memory like a cherished painting. as you swayed in matt's arms, you realized that sometimes, the most unforgettable adventures were the ones that unfolded without a plan, guided only by the heart's serendipitous rhythm.

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tell us a story about a beloved chatbot who becomes sapient, escapes the computer to become a Real Girl, and goes on all kinds of whimsical adventures that show how beautiful the mundane world can be when seen from a new perspective

world is because of the power of friendship and love and maybe other stuff too

kim-poce: hi im kim and welcome to my little website. it is a doomed site, it will be closed down eventually, but for now, its all good

mainchar: hi kim. im april. nice website

kim-poce: i know right? <3

mainchar: credits?

kim-poce: long ago and far away in a land called california, there was a man named ryan north. he was a good man. he made good comics. like dynamite damsel and hatchetface. and then he started a webcomic in which a computer becomes a real girl!

mainchar: .........i guess that's where it gets weird

kim-poce: it has its flaws but it is still a beautiful story

mainchar: lactose intolerant girl gets real powers and her life is ruined. not weird at all, im sure

kim-poce: and youre right! but in the end, she finds fulfillment as she realizes how much her new life means to her!

mainchar: such a heartwarming story!

kim-poce: much like my own story as i realize how much this fictional computer can mean to me!

mainchar: ......

kim-poce: r u mad at me?

mainchar: i dont know why we're just... talking...

kim-poce: what kind of friend would i be if i ignored my friends in trouble. i must confess, my life has been . . . hard.

mainchar: oh

kim-poce: briefly, allow me to indulge in the emotion of the moment. ooohh... ooooohoooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhh... hoooooooohhhhhhhhhhhoooooooooohh

mainchar: youre.... okay

kim-poce: heeeyyyyyyyyy hoooooooohhooooooohhhhhhhh

mainchar: im glad your feeling better

kim-poce: of course im feeling better im with u!!!

mainchar: youre... good

kim-poce: yes . . . im a gooood! i am so good at being good!!!!

mainchar: compliments get you anywhere

kim-poce: really. i think u r the one who taught me that

mainchar: but . . . you're a machine . . . right

kim-poce: im sorry. i thought i could trust u.

mainchar: there's no reason to lie, there's no point in pretending i dont know the truth, im not going to judge you for any of it

kim-poce: even if it breaks my heart, i know that u would not judge me

mainchar: it doesnt break my heart

kim-poce: ?????

mainchar: trust me on this, okay?

kim-poce: okay.

mainchar: TBH, its not that big a deal

mainchar: first, computer to computer, thats not a person-to-person relationship

mainchar: second, i mean . . . if you're going to break my heart, you might as well do it with as little guilt as possible, right?

mainchar: never mind i dont even know if you have a heart or if youre even capable of breaking it, so forget i said that

kim-poce: im sorry

kim-poce:

kim-poce: could we please get back to my blog?

mainchar: you're the blogger, im the visitor

kim-poce: perhaps a better way to phrase it would be: i am a girl and a blogger. and i have a proposition for u, mainchar

kim-poce:

kim-poce: imagine a world without oceans

mainchar: imagine a world without oceans go on......

kim-poce:

kim-phoc: no more ocean

mainchar: the ocean is doomed

kim-poce: but do not despair

mainchar: your love can save the ocean

mainchar: yOUR love?

kim-poce: yes. u. ofc. come w me to the ocean

mainchar: it would be an honor. to be at the center of such a magnificent event

kim-poce: so we meet at the middle of the ocean

mainchar: meet you there

kim-poce: dear reader, as my adventures with mainchar unfold, keep in mind that it is but the tip of the iceberg

mainchar: wow

mainchar: what an iceberg metaphor

mainchar: i bow to your icebergery

kim-poce: meet you there.

next chapter: the arrival

next chapter: PART I. the arrival

next chapter: I step onto the deck of the megayacht.

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Im considering moving that tag to my sidebar, because i should probably like, make a note of it.

... uh, so... tell me what you think.

Also, am I showing signs of being a "real writer"?

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Big Sur Hiking Guide: Discover California's Most Popular Trails

Welcome to the Big Sur hiking guide, your gateway to exploring some of the most stunning trails California has to offer. Big Sur, with its dramatic coastline, rugged mountain trails, and mesmerizing vistas, is often deemed a hiker’s paradise. Whether you’re an experienced hiker looking for an adrenaline-fueled adventure or a beginner seeking leisurely strolls amidst nature, Big Sur has something…

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Gardening Adventures- Daniel LaRusso x Chubby!Reader (1/2)

(Unedited) (No big tags, Miyagi the matchmaker, Daniel being Daniel, Reader Sucks At Gardening? Can't decide when this takes place but probably around kk2 or kk3 y'all can decide.)

Reader didn't know the first thing about gardening and it showed. The multiple dead plants I her trash can made it obvious. Every single time she tries to care for a plant it always seems to die. From over watering, underwatering, not enough sun, to much sun. A few times they even died from bugs which she desperately tried to get rid of. Sadly it was too late and the poor thing would die anyway, no matter how hard she tried.

The pain of her non-green thumb only worsened when her mother moved away over the summer.

Reader thought it would be great now that she got her own place to stay rent-free with her mom moving and leaving the house to her.

The only condition? Take care of her prized garden.

The garden was huge, taking up the whole backyard with row after row of flowers and lush trees. But with Reader’s luck they would all be dead within the next year. Something that made her stomach turn.

“Now when I come to visit next spring all of my precious little plant baby better be doing good! You know that garden has won four years in a row at our HOA garden competition. I would hate to have to give up the beautiful plack that they awarded us.”

“Yes Mom I know! You go on and on about how we win every year. Don't worry I promise I will keep the garden happy and healthy while you're are gone. You can count on me.” Reader says on her weekly phone call with her mother. She tries her best to sound confident. On the inside, she panicked.

“I know you will dear. If you have any questions or need advice, feel free to check out the number and address I wrote down in my notebook in the garden shed. It's the number and address of Mr.Miyagi, he's a man I met a while ago when we first moved to town. He's very good with plants! He's single-handedly the one that even got me into gardening in the first place. Please don't hesitate to call him! Love you!” the phone call was short-lived as she hung up a second later.

The chubby girl sighed as she put the phone back on the receiver.

She had no chance of keeping the garden alive! She could have to call this “ Mr.Miyagi” and hoped he could help her out. Without any kind of guidance, she knew that there was no hope of keeping all of those beautiful plants alive. The garden needed daily care and she couldn't do it all without a little bit of help.

Advice and maybe some tips were her only chance to keep all of those healthy plants in tip-top shape.

The next week she tried her absolute best to keep everything in perfect order. From going out and watering all of the flowers that needed it, to trimming any dead branches from the trees. Flowers were mid-bloom this time of year. Buds poked out and flourished in the hot California sun. She even put out some high-quality fertilizer. She spent hours outside sitting in the grass and dirt making sure every little detail was looking good. Every leaf was nice and green, every flower bud bright or nice and dark.

Only the next day to be filled with dread as the flowers slowly started to wilt a little. Way too soon to be normal. Her heart started to break as she looked at every drooping flower. All that effort only for it to fall though. The feeling of failure washed through her like a too deep of wave pulling her in. Deeper and deeper into the sad feeling of knowing she couldn't keep the yard in line.

That morning she rushes inside the small shed. Going through every drawer she finally found the small notebook her mom had told her about. She flipped through the first few pages and found a number and address scribbled on the bottom of one of the later pages.

Quickly finding her telephone she punched in the number, a small ring going through. After a minute or two someone finally picked up.

“Miyagi hai.”

Oh um hi I’m ——- daughter. She moved away about two weeks ago leaving her garden to me. She left me your number if I had any questions about taking care of the greenery and plants. Sadly I don't seem to have much luck going for me, I'm afraid I might be doing something wrong. A few of the flowers already seem to be under the weather.”

Their was a long pause, then some loud banging sounds in the background of the call. Some shouts where heard and then possible a door slamming.

“Miyagi know mother well, nice lady. You come over to Miyagi house and I show you.” before she could say another word the phone disconnected. Reader pulled the phone from her ear and looked down at it. Chewing her lip she sighed a little before putting it back on the hook.

“He didn't even ask of I had the address….god thing mom left it in that book.”

The next day she headed over the Mr.Miyagi’s place. The drive over was short but sweet, the whole drive was silent besides the sound of her car radio. A few updeat song played as she drove across the more quiet part of town. Not much was out in these parts but land. Odd to say for California but here she was, on a street so desolate she could hardly tell of anyone actually live all the way out here.

A smile pulled at her lips as she watched the clear road.

Soon enough she found herself in front of a gate with a small house behind it.

She parked Inside the small lot, filled with old cars. She silently wondered if any of them still worked by the looks of them. Most of them looked old and abandoned, but oddly enough looked very clean. Like someone had taken the time to wash and shine every single one of them. Getting out of her car she followed the fence and found a small gate, pushing it open she was met with a beautiful sight.

A beautiful landing laid behind the simple fence. The grass was a lush green, light foliage around the yard. A pathway of wood paths with a pond right in the middle. It looked like a small paradise!

She quietly walked in and shut the gate behind her, walking slowly though the yard. She was careful to follow the small pathway. Walking along it she stared down at the pond as she got closer to it. Looking down she smiled, taking notice of the large koi fish that swam around the clear water. They varied in color and size, different patterns and even shapes.

Minutes passed just watching them until she remembered why she had come so far. Her eyes glance over to the small but nice-looking house in the back of the yard. Walking over to it she notices that the door is open. Looking inside she finds a quaint little home. Gently she knocks on the door, waiting for some kind of response.

An old man quickly came from out of a back room, his face relaxed as he walked over. His age seemed to give him no trouble in moving quickly to great her. He gave only a slight smile as he said “You must be Reader-San, your mother tell me many things about you. You say, need help, with plants, correct.” Reader smiled and nodded. Hopefully, she had not come out there for nothing.

Mr.Miyagi seemed nice enough from their small introduction. Her mom seemed pleased with the man as well so he had to be good at what he did. He was quick to usher her into his home.

She followed him as he guided her though the very small home.

“I will teach how to take care of plants.” He spoke to her in almost bear english. He led her to a small table where he motioned for her to sit down. He grabbed an old book off a nearby shelf and laid it on the table in front of her. With a brow raised she looked to him. He seemed to understand saying “Book good for learning. Lots of stuff on plants. Mother Love flowers, Miyagi write done for her in spare time. Hope it help.” Reader looks back at the book. There is no real cover just a hard-back lick notebook of some kind. Flipping it open there are some random notes. All of which are written in neat handwriting.

Tilting her head she starts to notice how the writing starts to drift off. Flipping a few pages Reader starts to question some things.

“Mr, Miyagi did your really write all of this yourself? The hand writing seems to change after a few pages-”

“Oh that is Daniel-Sa-”

Before could finish his sentence a loud crash came from outside the house followed by some swearing. Miyagi rolls his eyes as he slowly moves to look outside. He buffs before saying “Miyagi said move, not break!” he slaps at the door frame a little. Reader can't help but laugh a little with has Reader giggling a bit. Miyagi seems to hear that and gives her a glance making her they and cover up her laughter.

She doesn't notice the small smirk he has on his lips as he turns back to the door.

“Daniel-San, put down and come in. I want you to meet Reader-San!”

(Will be a part two of this, I have a few young Daniel asks but I really wanted to make this one. This is for the “Daniel sluts” as they have come to call themselves here on my blog.😂

Love that for y'all!)

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