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[mechacringekitty]

Hey hey! Finally remaking my pinned! Under the cut because it did get a bit long. I reccomend reading the whole thing if you can.

I'm Doll/whatever variation of my blog name you want to call me. You'll probably see me called a lot of names, I swap quite often and love nicknames.

It/its or any neopronouns, I'm alright with most gendered terms but I am agender. Please do not refer to me as nonbinary, I dislike the term when applied to myself. Pronouns.page here. I might talk in third person, use number = letter typing quirks, or put [brackets] around my speech sometimes.

I'm pansexual, fictoromantic, and too tired to figure out the rest. I RB selfship content and very happily support it. I might block you if we have the same F/O[s]- I dont like to share. That being said, proship/comship not welcome.

Diagnosed autistic, this blog is a place for me to be incredibly autistic about my interests and do assorted other things.

Nonhuman! Yep, I'm one of 'em. Don't feel like listing exactly what I am, mostly because I half have no idea myself, but you'll figure it out if you follow me long enough.

Interests and fandoms include Hollow Knight, Wings of Fire, ULTRAKILL, Rain World, computers/robots/tech in general, and dragons are my special interest. Asks are always open to chat about them! Or other things, if you know me. I love to talk. About my ocs especially. [Here is my toyhouse if you would like to have a look.] My oc blog is @webspinning !!

I fucking love music, almost all kinds, though I have a particular love for rock. I won't be able to say anything coherent or thoughtful but you can always talk to me about music. Or ask for song requests...or give me some...

We're working on sorting out issues and my headmate likely won't post here for a long while, if ever, but I am possibly part of an endogenic system- it's very complicated and I'm unsure of what's going on myself. I don't tolerate antis.

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[thelastspeecher]

Hello! If you are still accepting Halloween prompts, what about 2. Apple Orchard for the Reverse Portal Stanley AU? (I'm picturing what starts out as a cute bonding opportunity with Stan and his kids but turns into a fight against a shriveled apple monster XD Or just whatever your muse inspires you to write~) Or, possibly, 9. Hiking in the woods with the Pheonix Stan AU? Thank you for sharing your wonderful writing with us!

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8. Hiking in the woods

Here you go!  As you requested, some Phoenix Stan AU (different from the Phoenix Enchantment AU, bc in this case, only Stan gets turned phoenix, and it’s temporary), walking in the woods.  While trying to decide what to write for this, I stumbled across an ask I got, asking about if Ford would ever get turned into a phoenix.  And right then and there, I knew what this ficlet had to be about.  Enjoy.

Word count: 1353

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              “Are yousure we’re going the right way?” Ford asked. Stan rolled his eyes and shoved aside a tree branch.

              “No.  I’m not. I’m just tryin’ to look for somethin’ I recognize.”  They were wandering through the woods, tryingto find the magical object that had turned Stan into a phoenix a few monthsago.  Today was Stan’s last day inGravity Falls, before he went back to Gumption to take up his farmhand jobagain.

              “You ledme to believe that you knew where the magical item was.  But we’ve been searching for hours, and youcan’t even remember what the magical item looked like!” Ford said.  Stan coughed. A few red feathers flew out of his mouth and landed on his shirt.

              “Thesefuckin’ feathers,” Stan muttered.  “Whenis that gonna stop?”

              “If I couldexamine the magical object that transformed you, I might have an idea of that,”Ford said.

              “I know.  That’s why I agreed to try to find it again,even though I’m pretty sure you’ll just end up whammied too.  And I told you back at yer house.  I can’t remember much of what happened when Igot transformed.  My guess about wherethings are is only slightly better than yours.” Stan brushed the feathers off his shirt. He stopped walking and put his hands on his hips, surveying hissurroundings.  A chickadee landed on his shoulder.  “Aw, shit, get off!” Stan shouted.  The chickadee flew away, twitteringangrily.  “Damn birds.  I’m sick of bein’ Snow Fucking White.”

              “Again, Imight be able to predict when that side effect will wear off if-”

              “-you canexamine the magic thing, I know,” Stan replied. His eyes widened.  “Wait.  I recognize that!”  He charged into the undergrowth, crashingthrough bushes and trees.

              “Stan!”Ford called, following his twin.  For awhile, Ford couldn’t see Stan; he could only tell where Stan was by the soundof branches breaking.  Finally, hestumbled into a clearing.  Stan wasalready standing in the middle, staring at an old stump.  “Stan, did you-”

              “I foundit.”  Stan pointed at the stump.  Resting on top was a glimmering red gem.  “I’m startin’ to remember now.  I saw it, thought it looked worth a decentchunk of cash, and decided to pocket it. Big mistake.”  Ford walked overcautiously.

              “Remarkable,”Ford breathed.  Stan shifted uneasily.

              “This wasa bad idea.  I shouldn’t have showed yathis,” Stan mumbled.  He rubbed the backof his neck.  “Let’s- let’s just forgetthis happened, okay?  We should leave thestone alone.  It- it shouldn’t bedisturbed.”

              “Stanley,I think I can handle it,” Ford said with a scoff.  “I’ve been dealing with magical paraphernaliaever since I arrived in Gravity Falls.  Iknow how to be careful.”

              “That’sBS,” Stan said under his breath.  Fordscowled.  “…Whatever.”  Stan shoved his hands in his pockets.  “I’m gonna head back to your house and finishpacking.  I wanna get outta thisweird-ass town.”

              “If that’swhat you want to do, I won’t stop you,” Ford said.  He adjusted his glasses and peered closely atthe gem perched on the tree stump.  “Fascinating.  Truly, fascinating.”

—–

              A weeklater, Ford was in the clearing again with Fiddleford, scrawling down pageafter page of information on the magical stone.

              “I’m notsure what else we can uncover about this gem,” Ford said.  Fiddleford sighed.

              “Iknow.  But we can’t risk upsettin’it.  If it goes off on us like it wentoff on Stan, well…”  Ford reached slowlyfor the gem.  “Ford.”

              “I wonderif it can sense intent.  Stan wanted toremove the stone to steal and pawn it.  Imerely want to study it, learn its secrets.”

              “I don’tthink a magic rock is goin’ to distinguish between why people are tryin’ toremove it.  I think it’ll just realize it’sbein’ moved and try to defend itself.”

              “Goodpoint,” Ford muttered.  He shrugged.  “Only one way to find out!”

              “Stanford,no!”  Ford’s hand closed around the gem.  There was a flash of light.

—–

              Somethingwet landed on Ford’s head, startling him awake. He looked up.  Through a thickcanopy, he could make out cloudy sky.  Anotherraindrop landed on him, this one directly in his face.  He shook his head.

              What happened?  Why am I in a tree in a rainstorm?  He looked around.  I seemto still be in the Gravity Falls woods. Not anywhere near the clearing with the mysterious gem, unfortunately.  There was a loud crash from somewhere to hisleft.  Voices began to carry to Ford’sperch in the tree.

              “He’sover here, Fidds!”

              Stan!

              “How canya tell?”

              Fiddleford!

              “If Iknew, I’d tell ya,” Stan grunted.  Hefinally fell out of the undergrowth, landing directly at the base of Ford’stree.  He looked up.  A grin spread across his face.  “Told ya!”

              “I didn’tdoubt ya knew where he was,” Fiddleford grumbled, emerging from the bushes and joiningStan.  “I just questioned how ya knew it.”  He squinted up at the tree.  “Yer right, though.  That’s him.”

              “Stanford,come down here!” Stan called.  Fordruffled his feathers, unsure of how to get down.  He froze.

              Wait. Feathers?  Dread mounting,Ford looked down at himself.  He let outa squawk of shock and tumbled off his branch.

              “Gotcha!”  Stan grabbed Ford right before he could hitthe ground.  He set Ford downcarefully.  Ford inspected himself.  “Yep. Told ya you’d get whammied.  Butyou didn’t believe me.  Now look whathappened.  You got turned into a phoenix.  Just like I did.”

              “But I was so careful,” Ford saidwoefully.

              “Notaccording to Fiddleford,” Stan said. Fiddleford looked at Stan.

              “Notaccording to Fiddleford what?”

              “Huh?”

              “Whatwere ya respondin’ to?”

              “Fordsaid that he was bein’ careful with the gem.” Stan frowned at Fiddleford.  “Iheard him loud and clear.  Did you notunderstand?”

              “No, Ididn’t.  Just sounded like a bunch of chirps‘n squawks.”

              “Huh.  Guess bein’ turned into bird for three monthshas its upsides.”  Stan grinned crookedlyat Ford.  “Looks like you’ve got atranslator, Sixer.”

              “That’s good.  It seems like I’ll need one for theforeseeable future.”

              “Nah, youwon’t need me around that long.  Fidds isalready partway done with the cure you guys whipped up to de-phoenix me.  I mean, you were gone for a week and a half.”

              “…I was?” Ford chirped.  Stan nodded. “I- I don’t remember any ofthat.  The last thing I remember is touchingthe magical gemstone.”

              “What’she sayin’?” Fiddleford asked.

              “He sayshe doesn’t remember the last week and a half. His last memory is touching the gem.”

              “Oh.”  Fiddleford pursed his lips.  “Maybe you were in a fugue state this wholetime.”

              “Why would I suddenly come back to myself?”Ford asked.  Stan translated forFiddleford.

              “Don’task me,” Fiddleford said.  “Yer the one whatdeals in magic.  I just build robots.”

              “Maybe ithas somethin’ to do with me?” Stan said slowly. Fiddleford and Ford looked at him. “I mean, I could sense where Ford was, I can understand him.  Maybe us being twins and both of us beingaffected by the gem influenced the enchantment? Or somethin’ like that.  I dunno.”

              “No, that seems like a valid hypothesis,”Ford said.  “Don’t doubt your instincts.” Stan grinned.

              “I guesswe could try to look into the research a bit more,” Fiddleford mumbled.  “I did just fin’ly get my hands on that book ‘boutavian enchantments.  Maybe there’s somethin’in there.”

              “Oh, yes!” Ford enthused, bobbing hishead up and down excitedly.  Stanchuckled.

              “You lookgoofy as hell, Ford.  Can’t believe Ilooked like that fer as long as I did.” Stan tapped his shoulder.  “Hop onup.  We’ll head back to your place.”  Ford did as he was told, taking flight andmanaging to land on Stan’s shoulder without scratching him too badly.

              “Luckily,we still have all the stuff from when Stan was a phoenix,” Fiddleford said.  “Includin’ the food.”  Ford grimaced.

              “Oh, no. Does that mean-”

              “Youguessed it, Sixer,” Stan said cheerfully. “Bugs for dinner!”

[moralesispunk]

Imagine learning how to bake while going out with Marcus Pike; that man would support you so much.

(this is quite a short drabble but I put it under the cut)

It stems from watching one to many baking shows during lockdown and you decide that you want to try something new. He listens to all your rambles about the recipes you want to try in the lead up to you getting everything you need for it, he goes shopping with you while you stock up on all the basic ingredients and doesn’t grow bored when you spend five minutes deciding between two different kinds of flour before eventually opting for both, he orders you some new bowls and measuring cups/ spoons and even a mixer (that you tell him is far too expensive and he should never have done that for you but he just smiles and says you’ll pay him back in all the sweet treats he’ll get to eat). 

He knows that this is your thing and so he leaves you to it for the most part, only coming into the kitchen to check how you’re doing and steal a few quick kisses. When he walks in he always makes fun of how there seems to be more flour covering the front of your apron than in the bowl, grinning when you stick your tongue out and say it’s all part of the experience, Marcus. Despite it happening every time, he somehow always misses catching your wrist when you go to swipe chocolate or flour or cake mix on the tip of his nose but you’re starting to think it may be deliberate when he follows it up with swiping some across your lips so he can steal more kisses.

While you bake, Marcus usually stays in the living room with whatever game is on TV playing in the background or sometimes in the home office to finish some work from during the week. He never plays any music and keeps the TV volume down low so he can hear how you hum and sing along to the radio, imagining how you will be dancing around while mixing flour and sugar and eggs into the bowl.

Once you’re done, the new bake of the weekend cooled and the kitchen somewhat cleaned, you bring in a slice for him to try. He gladly accepts, patting the seat next to him on the sofa where you kneel with your legs under you and watch him take the first bite. Sometimes you ask him to guess what the special ingredient is and he plays the part of a food critic well, slowly chewing the bite as he thoughtfully throws out guesses for what it could be.

Every week he tells you that it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted and you roll your eyes, telling him he says that every week. He feeds you a bite saying it’s because you just keep getting better and watches as pride fills your eyes while tasting your new baking accomplishment.

Later that night while you’re watching TV you share another slice of whatever you made and Marcus jokes that if you keep spoiling him like this then he won't be able to catch any bad guys, patting his tummy as he does so. You swat his hand away, wrapping your own arm around his middle and defensively tell him how you love his tummy and its why you enjoy cuddling like this so much while watching TV; plus, no more catching bad guys means more time to eat your baking and that's when he throws his head back with a laugh saying that it was your plan all along.

This repeats the next week, and the week after that, and after that. He loves to see the excitement that never waivers as you pull out the ingredients for this week's concoction and he’ll never get tired of being your own personal taste tester.

//

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[properweirdparker]

Someone Cool (Peter Parker x Fem!Reader)

a/n: aight this is my first fic so it's gonna be booty butt cheek no doubt. let me know what you think and I do take constructive criticism *sobbing intensifies*. but lemme know if you wanna be tagged for future fics n shit. The song in this fic is called fallingforyou by The 1975 which you can listen to here:

Summary: The daily life of Peter Parker is not as easy as it seems. With being a part time hero and part time awkward nerd trying to finish his last year of high school, he can't help but feel as if the world is weighing down on him. As if he is expected to be on top of things in his double life. Luckily he has someone who helps as a distraction from his chaotic life and reminds him he is more than the suit and powers.

Peter couldn't help but feel as if he was gonna explode. There was no way anyone could take on the responsibilities he had without going insane, and Peter was pretty sure he was about to lose it - assuming he hasn't already. Not only does he have a physics test at the end of the week that he did not begin to study for yet, he also needs to stay out longer than his usual hours in the night to patrol the area. The latter of the two leaves him feeling exhausted to even study for the former.

Lately, Peter has been feeling as if he has a heavy weight on his shoulders wherever he goes. As Spider-Man, he is expected to always be there whenever he was needed. It was a service he should never turn away from, not that he ever would, but he can't help but feel that being Spider-Man is starting to become a huge burden on his part. He feels horrible for thinking that since there are people out there that really needed his help, but this job has been taking away from his normal life as Peter Parker. Nevertheless he keeps those thoughts to himself, not wanting to come off as selfish.

Despite the chaos he attracts being Spider-Man and the add on stress he accumulates from trying to keep up with his normal life, Peter always knows who exactly to turn to whenever it gets too much for him. His best friend Y/n Y/l/n, who he met at the start of their freshman year, was always able to take his mind off from reality and just allow him to exist peacefully. Of course she didn't know he was Spider-Man at first but eventually she found out - Peter isn't exactly a master of subterfuge - and she was completely understanding as too why he kept it a secret.

What Peter loved most about his friendship with Y/n is that she leaves him alone without actually leaving him. She never strings up a conversation about anything to do with him being Spider-Man or about different assignments he forgot to finish for various classes. He appreciates it, he appreciates her for it. She was just what he needed, a distraction from everything.

Y/n would always strike up conversations about different things whenever Peter comes to her. If he is tired from his patroling duties and needs to rest a bit, he swings by Y/n's house and she tells him about this new book she is reading that has a character with the same name as him but differs in personality. If he is upset because a teacher of his randomly gives out a pop quiz for which he, well, no one was prepared for, Peter would find Y/n after school so he could walk her home all the while she brings up the topic of alien existence and how she feels it is selfish of people to think we are the only living creatures in the galaxy. He would have to introduce her to Thor one day, they'd hit it off immediately.

"Like are you kidding me? There is more to all of this and you have the nerve to say I'll believe it when I see it!? Imbeciles!!" She huffs as Peter laughs at her outburst, seeming to have forgotten why he was so upset in the first place.

Or if he just wants to hang out with someone he finds cool Peter would invite Y/n over to his house and she would talk about the two ladybugs that landed on her right shoulder earlier that day. Trying to figure out what it could mean and she would ask Peter what he thinks off it, genuinely wanting to hear his thoughts on this - another thing he loved about their friendship.

All these things are a part of the many reasons as to why he started to gain feelings for the y/h/c haired girl. She is so absorbed in knowing he is more than just Spider-Man. She reminds him that he is not the center of the world just because he saved it a couple times and he never chose to be either. To Y/n he was just Pete, her kind friend who helps to carry her many books she borrows from the library home so she won't struggle with it. Her amazing friend who she always asks for his input on certain things so she can have more perspective. He never found her irritating or weird whenever she would ramble on about anything she deemed interesting and she appreciated that. For Peter she was just Y/n, the girl that needs him to hold her things from time to time as she tells him about the latest updates on the many conspiracy theories she finds interesting. He wanted her to be more than just what they are to each other though he didn't know if she felt the same way at all.

It took Peter a while to come to terms with the fact that he had feelings for Y/n. It started off with him noticing small little details about the girl like the little strands of hair that were left out when she would put her hair up in a bun or ponytail. Or whenever she would be doing anything like making a snack or doing other small things, she would make a little song out of it and sing it to herself while completing these tasks, which he found absolutely adorable. He caught her singing about making soup one time while she was putting said soup on the stove to heat up once, he really wished he had brought his phone with him so he could record it. Even smaller details he notices like how her eyes would sparkle a bit whenever she talked about her favorite books or movies. At first Peter mistaked all of this as just his admiration for the y/h/c haired girl but it never stopped with the observations.

Peter found himself missings his best friend's presence a lot. Even after only a few hours of seeing her, he wanted to be with her again and listen to her talk for hours on end. He didn't know why at first but he just blew it off as nothing.

As time went on, Peter knew he couldn't deny it any longer. He knew why he was feeling these things but he just didn't want to believe it because then it would change everything. If she didn't feel the same way then it would totally ruin their friendship, everything would just be awkward and he would not be able to go to her when things ever get hard for him because he would be too embarrassed. He didn't want to jeopordize their friendship so he kept his feelings to himself. Thinking it would be for the best because these feelings were only one sided. He couldn't be more wrong.

Y/n invited Peter over after school so they could study together for their upcoming physics test, god knows Peter absolutely needed it. His duties as Spider-Man barley left him any time to study at all. Luckily for him, Happy let him have a couple of days off to prepare for it, after much persuasion.

They were both sitting on her bed looking through their notes and quizzing each other from time to time. An hour had passed and Y/n, bored out of her mind, decides that they should take a little break.

"Alright I'm beat, lets take a break yeah?" She looks to Peter and he agrees.

"Yeah a break sounds good, I'll go get those cookies your mom made from the fridge. Be right back." He then got off her bed to go to the kitchen.

Y/n then decided to play some music so she connects her phone to her speaker and puts her music on shuffle. She smiles when fallingforyou by The 1975 starts playing and she softly sings along to it.

What time you coming home?

We started losing light

I'll never get it right

If you don't want me 'round

I'm so excited for the night

All we need's my bike

And your enormous house

Peter came back with the cookies and stopped by the doorway when he heard Y/n’s voice. He just stood there in awe while she sung softly with her eyes closed. He smiled and his heart swelled at the sight. He knew she liked to sing but he never really got to hear her voice until now. Peter honestly couldn't be more infatuated with her than in this moment.

Y/n opened her eyes when she felt a presence and blushed when she saw Peter standing by the door smiling at her.

"Your voice is beautiful Y/n." Peter walked towards the bed and placed the cookies down then looked at the her and smiled when he saw her blush more.

"Thanks Pete." She bashfully smiled back and they stared at each other for a bit until she finally worked up the courage to say this next thing.

"Um, do you wanna dance with me? I mean you don't have to but I just love this song and I've always wanted to dance to it but-"

Peter cut her off with a smile "I'd love to."

They both stood up and faced each other in the middle of the room. Y/n moved closer and placed her hands on Peter's shoulders and Peter hesitantly put his hands on her waist. They then started to sway as the music softly played in the background.

Don't you see me I

I think I'm falling, I'm fallingforyou

And don't you need me I

I think I'm falling, I'm fallingforyou

And on this night

And in this light

I think I'm falling, I'm fallingforyou

And maybe you will change your mind

Y/n moved closer to lean her head on Peter's chest and he hoped that she wouldn't notice how fast his heart was beating in that moment. He wanted to tell the girl how he felt about her so badly but he just didn't want to risk losing their friendship. She just made him feel so many things that he couldn't help but want more than this.

According to your heart

My place is not deliberate

The feeling of your arms

"I can hear the gears in your head turning rapidly Pete. Penny for your thoughts?" The girl on his mind chuckled and looked up at him smiling. God he loved her smile.

"It's-It's nothing I just-" he sighed and she tilted her head in confusion, waiting for him to finish.

I don't wanna be your friend

I wanna kiss your neck

Screw it he thought and leaned in until his lips connected with hers. Y/n's eyes widened for just a split second before she closed her eyes and kissed him back. Her hands tangling into his soft brown locks while his hands gripped her waist and pulled her closer.

They both pull back when air was needed and Y/n leaned her forehead against Peter's. They both were smiling at each other and the latter spoke up.

"I've been wanting to do that for the longest time you know." He chuckled softly and she giggled and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

"Me too Peter." They both shared a laugh and with that they leaned in to kiss once more as the song was finishing it's course.

Don't you see me I

I think I'm falling, I'm fallingforyou

And don't you need me I

I think I'm falling, I'm fallingforyou

And on this night

And in this light

I think I'm falling, I'm fallingforyou

And maybe you will change your mind