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himasgod · 2 months ago

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Hii :3

Could I request Diasomnia with an s/o that is a demon? Like an actual demon in human disguise but they still do some weird stuff like popping up out of nowhere (teleportation) behind people, hang upside down like Lilia, levitating objects and other demonic antics. They don't reveal what they are so they leave the boys guessing what's up with them.

DIASOMNIA X READER

Where you are a demon

How would the Diasomnia boys react to your weird and mocking attitude as a harmless human-like demon in NRC?

Silver Vanrouge

Silver is far too used to strange things thanks to living in Diasomnia, but even so, there are times when he stares at you, trying to process what he just saw.

He once woke up in the middle of the forest after falling asleep… and saw you walking upside down in the air, as if gravity didn't apply to you.

"…Am I dreaming again?"

"Nah this is real."

He decided not to ask questions and just accept it.

More than once, he's felt something watching him while he sleeps, only to open his eyes and find you hovering above him, peering up close.

"…Why are you there?"

"I just wanted to see how you sleep. You're cute."

He's confused but flattered.

He doesn't judge you or pressure you to explain anything. If there's one thing he's learned from his training, it's that some mysteries are better left unsolved.

Lilia Vanrouge

He's the ONLY one who seems completely unsurprised by your abilities. In fact, he finds it hilarious.

"Oh, how nostalgic! I haven't seen someone hang upside down so naturally since my days in the war. Except myself, of course"

"Why do I feel alluded to…?"

He sees you appear out of nowhere and all he does is laugh and say,

"Oh, adorable! You thought you could scare me."

You really wanted to scare him :(

Of all of them, he's the one who grasps the fact that you're not human the quickest. He doesn't say anything to you directly, but makes ambiguous comments like:

"It's a pleasure to see another nocturnal creature around here." "You know, on my travels I've met beings like you…" "Why do I feel like you're actually much older than you look?"

You just smile mysteriously.

He LOVES to play pranks with you. You become a chaotic duo. Suddenly, everyone at school is afraid that one of you will appear behind them without warning.

Sebek Zigvolt

Sebek is CONVINCED that you're some kind of evil being who wants to test his loyalty to Malleus MY POOR BOY.

Ever since he saw you effortlessly levitate a book without any spell, he's been following you closely. Not because he suspects you… but because he wants to find out how you did it.

"That wasn't a normal spell! How did you pull it off?"

"Guess."

"THAT'S NOT AN ANSWER!"

He yells at you every time you appear out of nowhere.

"STOP DOING THAT, HUMAN…! WAIT, ARE YOU REALLY HUMAN?!"

He doesn't want to admit it, but it makes his hair stand on end when you disappear just as he blinks.

"A KNIGHT IS NOT FOOLED BY ILLUSIONS! BUT YOU'RE IRRITATING ME!"

It annoys him, but at the same time he wants to impress Malleus by learning your "secret technique."

"If you tell me how you do that, I'll use it to protect the Young Master!"

"Or you could just accept that I'm awesome."

REFUSES.

Malleus Draconia

From the beginning, he sensed something different about you. Your aura didn't resemble that of humans or fae. However, he couldn't quite put his finger on what you were.

Your ability to disappear and reappear without warning confused and him. Normally, he's the one who appears out of nowhere, but you did the same to him

"Oh, my dear, I see you also enjoy making unexpected entrances."

Though he says it calmly, inside he's fascinated. Not many can match you at that.

Once, while walking at night, he felt a presence behind him… He turned slowly, and there you were, looking back at him with a mischievous smile.

"I hadn't sensed you approaching. How did you do it?"

You wink at him.

"Magic."

Now he has more questions than answers.

He's also intrigued by how you can hold things in the air without touching them. He once saw a book float towards you while you were lying on his lap.

"That's not a typical student spell…"

"Maybe I'm naturally talented."

Suspicious.

If you ever decide to tell him the truth, he'll accept it without a problem. After all, he himself is a being that humans consider a "nightmare creature."

HEADCANON BONUS:

You bet with Lilia to see who can scare the most people at school.

One day they see you floating and peacefully reading on the dormitory ceiling. Everyone in Diasomnia simply accepts their fate.

People at Night Raven College think you're a ghost.

Azul even tries to sell stories about "the mysterious Diasomnia entity that appears out of nowhere."

Vil saw you once and said, "I don't know what you are, but at least you have good skin."

Malleus and Lilia find your abilities quite natural, while Silver simply accepts your oddness, and Sebek grows more stressed every day <3

#twisted x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twst x oc #twisted x oc #twisted x yuu #diasomnia x reader #malleus x reader #lilia x reader #silver x reader #sebek x reader #sebek zigvolt #malleus draconia #lilia vanrouge #silver twst

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darlingdaisyfarm · 3 months ago

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♡.ᐟ his hands know you better than you do ˚⋆

a/n: sorry if this is self-indulgent but i just needed to write something where Ford fucks the stress and depression out of me. honestly, wouldn’t mind if Stan did too. this started as princess treatment but derailed into filth, but whatever

tags: Ford x reader, princess treatment, mostly nsfw, soft Ford, praise kink, worshipping, vaginal sex, oral sex (f receiving), fingerfucking actually lots of fingerfucking because Fords fingers deserve their own category, petnames, dumbification

there’s something tragic about the way you struggle with the clasp of your necklace, standing in front of the mirror with your fingers fumbling at the tiny silver hook. it's such a small thing, but frustration gnaws at you nonetheless. and Ford is always here to wash that feeling away. you feel his warm hands, six fingers sweeping your own aside, “allow me, please.”

he stands behind you as he secures the chain at your nape, admiring his sweetheart in the mirror. his fingers linger, pressing lightly against the fragile dip where your spine begins.

“there. perfect.”

Ford is always fixing things. adjusting the strap of your dress, tugging your coat tighter around your shoulders when the wind picks up, brushing stray lashes from your cheek with the soft drag of his thumb. he notices. he always notices.

there is a gravity to the way Ford Pines touches you, like the sea is pulled to the moon. six fingers softly grazing over your cheek as if you are precious, at if you're some rare, undocumented star he has been searching for his entire life. nothing has ever captivated him like you.

it's the little details that ruin you. when he pulls your gloves off finger by finger in the winter. when he cups your jaw in the middle of a conversation, just to tip your chin up and look at his sweetheart properly, murmuring about how your eyes catch the light just so.

when he says “there you go, sweetheart” whenever he helps you into a coat, a car, a chair. and you bite your lip when you catch the envious glances of other girls.

his hands, oh, his hands. meant for research, for careful sketches of interdimensional maps, for scrawled notes in the margins of mysteries unsolved and yet, they belong to you now.

Ford always pulls you closer in crowds, putting his firm hand at the small of your back because he needs to make sure his sweetheart is safe and near

if your feet ache, if your delicate ankles are too sore from those pretty little shoes, he’ll sweep you into his arms without a second thought. he grumbles though, muttering something about you being reckless for wearing those ridiculous shoes, but you know it's just because he cares.

you poor, delicate thing. you look so lovely when you’re tired like this, slumped on the edge of the bed with your heels kicked off haphazardly, body aching from a long day. too much effort, too much weight carried on your dainty little shoulders. but don’t worry, Ford will take care of you.

he kneels before you, a man who has spent decades chasing the unknown, kneeling at your feet like a man finally bowing before the only mystery he never wants to solve. calloused hands reach for your ankle, undoing the delicate strap of your shoe, fingers tracing the curve of your instep. and you sigh when you feel his warm lips pressing against the skin just above your ankle.

“you look so tired, my dear, please let me take care of you.”

his hands travel higher, peeling off the layers of the day, undressing you carefully and that feels almost ceremonial. fingers working at the zipper of your dress, pushing it from your shoulders, watching as the fabric pools around you. his breath is warm when he leans in against the curve of your thigh, kissing, kissing, kissing, an exploration, a devotion.

your hands never open doors, never carry bags heavier than a dainty purse. Ford notices everything. if your lipstick smudges after a kiss, he’s already smoothing his thumb over your lower lip. if your hands are cold, his are already cupping them, rubbing warmth into your skin, bringing your fingers to his mouth to breathe warm air over them.

in a moment of hesitation you'll always hear “don’t trouble yourself with that, love. let me handle it.”

you struggle with your hair and Ford is already reaching for the brush, pulling you between his knees as he gently, meticulously combs through the strands, what makes shivers bloom down your spine.

because Ford's sweetheart should never struggle, not when he can do something about it.

but that treatment does not stop at the threshold of the bedroom.

always kissing your wrist like a proper gentleman before pinning them down and making you sob.

when you straddle Ford's lap, rocking against him with slow, teasing rolls of your hips, he doesn’t stop you, only leans back, watching you.

“mmh, you’re making quite the mess of me, sweetheart.”

you know his hands have built machine leading to other worlds and dimensions, but now, they exist for you.

and in bed they are worshipful. you dont have to work for pleasure, you receive it. his pleasure is your pleasure.

you melt when his big hands hold you steady, guiding you against the hard press of his cock, letting you take what you want. if you decide to ride him, he always settles his hands on your hips, just because he wants to be close to you.

but oh, he likes to give, too.

you are his subject, his obsession, the one thing in all the dimensions that he has deemed worthy of true complete devotion.

you cum first, always, that's his rule. even while he’s making love to you, even when he’s right there on the edge. you'll always hear him groaning “cum for me, love,” and he means now.

fingers, fingers, fingers, obsessed with them, using them on you, making you cum on them.

because damn, he needs to make sure you’re ruined and twitching before he fucks his own release into you.

“look at you. dripping all over my hand. such a pretty little thing”

and thats a fact. his fingers always come first. they have to. he’d never think of fucking you without it, not when your little pussy flutters just from the slow push of his long digits inside. two first, then three, stretching, pressing, working until you’re soaking and weak.

Ford fingers you so often and naturally, that you start to think it’s just second nature to him. you’re sitting on his lap, buried in one of his oversized sweaters and his hand is already under it, teasing at the waistband of your panties, rubbing soft circles over your sensitive clit. or you’re in bed, drowsy and half-asleep and Ford is already between your thighs, lazily sliding two fingers inside you, curling them deep as he whispers sweet nothings in your ear.

“just relax, sweetheart, let me take care of you.”

Ford never rushes. six fingers, six places to hold, touch and tease. one teasing your nipple, rolling the sensitive bud between his fingers. another smoothing over your hip, keeping you still. but the two buried inside you work you open, coaxing wet little sounds from your lips, stroking that soft, aching spot deep inside.

his voice is always deep and soothing, even when his cock is aching, even when he’s watching your slick drip down his wrist. Ford is patient. determined. he won’t fuck you until you’re trembling, begging, nearly crying for it.

“that’s it, love. such a sensitive little thing.”

your nipples, he just adores them, rolling them between his fingers, sucking them slow, teasing, making your back arch so pretty, your fingers digging into his hair as he kisses, licks, bites, its never enough.

“so soft. you’re beautiful like this. love you so much.”

yeah, Ford knows you love his fingers because you always run your mouth about them, without even realising. you’ll watch him turn a page in his journal and murmur “ohh your hands are so strong, Ford.” or when you trace your fingertip along the veins of his knuckles and hum, “beautiful, so big.” you say it without a thought, praising him for nothing, really

and Ford never comments, never says a damn thing, but he burns with the knowledge that you have no idea what you do to him

so later, when his thick cock stuffing you up, filling every little space, fucking you open, that’s when he gets his little revenge.

“Ford, w-wait—“ you gasp when he pulls out suddenly, leaving you aching and empty when you were so damn close, in response you feel Ford rubbing his broad palm down your belly, down between your thighs. “shh, just for a second, just let me. here we go,” its two first, then three, pressing inside, stroking that spot that makes your body jolt.

Ford kisses your neck. “this little pussy loves my fingers more than anything, doesn't she?” fuck, you do, you can’t help it. you whimper, nodding so fast it makes him grin. “so go on, starlight. cum for them.”

there's nothing he loves more than making you cum around his fingers.

Ford, although quite awkward, insists you sit on his face and you know his mouth was made for worship when you perched prettily on him. greedy hands gripping your thighs, trying to keep you there forever. six fingers press into your flesh, keeping you open and spread, keeping you exactly where he wants you with your thighs trembling around his head.

his tongue moves with purpose, slowly lapping at your pussy like he has all the time in the world. you tilt your head back when he sucks your little clit into his warm mouth, moans against you like he's the one getting fucked, groans deep and filthy when you grab his hair.

“you taste divine, darling.”

Ford loves to press his forehead to yours when he bottoms out deep, stretching you good enough that you whimper, wrapping your arms around his neck. he kisses your lips, your jaw, the corner of your mouth, memorising every inch of you, letting you feel every inch of him, holding himself still so you can adjust.

and Ford hates making you cry, he swears he does. but god, if he doesn’t love the way your little tears stain his lips when he devours your mouth with kisses.

“i know, darling, i know,” as his thumb catches the first tear that spills, swipes it up, brings it to his lips like he’s starving for it. “look at my pretty girl, getting all teary for me.”

he can’t help it. his hands tighten as he ruts faster into you.

It's his guilty pleasure but damn, Ford adores it when you get dumb for him, too far gone to even think as he fucks into you so deep, the bed creaking. your knees trembling where they hook over his hips.

“sweetheart, still with me?” he’s got your wrists pinned, forehead to forehead, mouth brushing yours as he drinks up every little sound.

“fuh—Ford, too much—c-can’t—“

he’s not even touching you anymore, just watching how your lashes flutter and your mouth stays open, how your chest rises and falls in rapid helpless gasps. you can’t think straight. he’s hitting too deep, ruining you too slow and that feels too good.

“you can take it. just let me make you feel good.” he cups your face, wipes the mess off your cheek.

but Ford loves it when you use him too, when you ride him, rolling your hips in teasing circles, grinding down just to hear him groan. Ford always lets you take what you need.

and when you collapse against his chest, tired, trembling, whining softly into his neck about how good he feels, he fucks up into you, slow and sweet, holding you close, cradling you.

“i’ve got you, baby, i’ve got you. let me love you.”

ever the gentleman, Ford always asks you where you want his cum.

“tell me, princess. where do you want it? inside? on your pretty stomach? your soft thighs? tell me, sweetheart. let me give it to you. im so close.“

it. . . doesn't really matter that he wants it inside you, that he needs to fill you up, keep you full and watch it drip from your spent little cunt. no. the most important thing is what his beloved wants.

even afterwards, Ford doesn’t roll away, but stays pressed against you, holds you through it all. whispers soft things against your temple, kisses your fingertips, your shoulders, your belly as he thanks you for letting him ruin you.

because princess treatment doesn’t end when the sex does. Ford cleans you up gently, tugs you against his scarred chest, runs his six fingers through your hair until you fall asleep, safe in his arms.

“there, there, sweetheart. took me so well. so proud of you. just rest. i’ve got you.” and here you are, worshipped, fucked, adored

#gravity falls #gravity falls x reader #gravity falls x you #x reader #ford pines x reader #gravity falls smut #stanford pines #ford pines smut #stanford pines x you #stanford pines x reader #ford pines x you #ford pines #stanford pines headcanons #gravity falls fanfiction

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meshaamem-li · 8 months ago

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I see a lot of author Mabel relatively AU lately, but everybody still puts Ford in Dipper's role!

consider it: young Stan, always dreaming of going on pirate adventures and getting babes, but born in a world too modern for his dreams. until one day he finds a mysterious book in the middle of Gravity Fall's forest, full of unsolved mysteries and mythical monsters.

sure, Ford would love the scientific stuff, but imagine Stan's absolute GLEE when he realises there are maps and legends and adventure in this town, Ford might want to study the book at home, but Stanley would go outside and kidnap a gnome to force it to give him treasure!

#bored.txt #gravity falls #relativity falls #gravity falls au #grunkle stan #stanley pines

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aannonn · 1 year ago

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a lil' rambling because yes;3 (or else the tags would have been too long😭) I hope u don't mind the rambling ;'D

I'm pretty sure I saw somewhere a theory where Gold may be the Lucky Block's soul thingy (you know; the glowing ball that lives inside the lucky block? the one that possess Yellow in its' first apparition? Aaand attack the others in its' second apparition- welp) - (I can't find the op-😭)

But now thinking about it;

I guess it depends when does Lucky Block (Ep. 19) takes place

And when does Gold's death first takes place

HMMMMMM

There is a theory going around (not that popular, I presume, but it's a pretty good one tbh) where Dark may have been the one who caused the glitch on Minecraft and (accidentally or not idk) caused Gold's death

If we take that theory as granted, and mash the theory about Gold being the Lucky Block's soul with it...

AvA5 apparently takes place in 2018 (take a look at the date in the min. 22:16), and Lucky Block (Ep. 19) takes place in 2020... (The Lucky Block's soul first apparition) + (take a look at the date in the min. 4:25! ;3)

(AvM Season 3 takes place in 2021 btw... Look at the date!1!! {57:39};3)

So, with that in mind; The only way I could think of to make those 2 theories work together is;

Gold must have died somewhere in 2018, and King Orange went through three(3) years (2018-2021) trying to avenge his child and destroy Minecraft.

Gold, somehow, become the Lucky Block's soul during all of that. They probably lost their memories because of the glitch/pos-death.

So yes. The only remaining question is how Gold became the Lucky Block's soul. (I wish I could find the op because I'm pretty sure there were more details there of which I cannot remember rn...😭)

HMMMMM.... I like those 2 theories tbh, I think they may work well (separated or together), but I think it has its plotholes (like every other theory ever)... Still pretty good theory nonetheless.

And about Animation vs. Education...

Some people are saying it may be a dream! And it may take place somewhere around AvA6.. I think.

Or it's a completely different timeline, though that it's still, somewhat, connected to the series in a way. (Animation vs. Physics may have showed this very well.. Idk how to explain tho lol)

And- Oh!

Since The Second Coming is The Chosen One's Return...

Chosen is already quite powerful naturally, being able to destroy an entire computer (with Dark's help, of course; this just proves that they are both very powerful.)

And since Second was titled as the The Chosen One's Return… Generally, in tropes like this (where one character is the return of another character; be it a child, a reincarnation, or etc.), the returned character is usually stronger than their descendant, I think; Normally double the power that its descendant has.

(That's what I remember/know about it, i guess. lol I could very well be wrong but welp-)

So, I think…

Chosen is powerful, Dark is also powerful; Together, they are like an unstoppable force. (kinda cliché lololol /j /pos)

Now, Imagine Second with the same level of power that both (Cho and Dark) have when together.

Yes. That powerful.

but, hey! These are just theories!

AN ANIMATION THEORY!1!!

(Goodbye, Matpat.😭)

UNSOLVED MYSTERIES "Animator vs Animation"

#reminds me of gravity falls #many unsolved mysteries >;O /lh #hmmmm #reblogs!#O

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shsl-hubris-guy · 7 months ago

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I feel like if we ever do get Gravity Falls content back on the screen instead of anthology comics or ARGs I'd want it to be a movie a few years in the future. One winter break, when the twins are ~16, their parents' divorce finally comes to a head, and so, to give their kids a happy Christmas, their Grunkle Stan comes to pick them up and go back to the Mystery Shack for the winter. (A bit where Stan picks them up from outside their last day of school and Ford rolls out of the trunk the second the coast is clear would be IDEAL, but I digress.)

When they get back to Gravity Falls, Soos is missing. The rest of the movie is built around the rest of the Cipher Wheel characters banding together, us getting to see how they've grown and changed, and working together to unbury Gravity Falls' unsolved mysteries and save the handyman.

Idk that's just something I've been thinking about a lot recently. My sister and I would talk about the idea of a wrap-up made-for-tv movie when we were younger, but ever since the Book of Bill released, it's been on my mind again lol. Figured I might as well share with The People

#gravity falls #stan pines #soos ramirez #gravity falls soos #pines twins #stanley pines #stanford pines

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kale-of-the-forbidden-cities · 27 days ago

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Hi! I wanted to say I love your cannibal/serial killer Ford au. It's dark and horrifying <3 /pos

If you're willing to yap: how do you think Ford's relationship is with the town? How different is it from canon? How does Ford see Stan and how does Stan see Ford? If Ford doesn't know about the killings he's done, how does that play out (like, is it a state of mine where he forgets, or...?)?

Anyway, I just love your au!! Take care of yourself <3

first of all, I can't take full credit for the au- it's actually something I've come up with with my best friend, and we imagine all the scenarios and stuff (I don't know if I should tag them tho, I'd have to ask if they're okay with it lol)

Ford's relationship with the town is different- when Stan has to go out to get actual food, instead of thinking he's the "mysterious science guy from the woods" he's met with stares and whispers of "the crazy guy from the woods."

Ford sees everything almost just like canon, for example he doesn't think Fiddleford died, he thinks he got pulled into the portal (which, without any alien spacecraft is just a bunch of scrap metal). And he thought that one person he killed was a shapeshifter who turned on him, and he had to put him into cryostasis (he cut them up and put them in the freezer). That's kind of how Ford doesn't really realize it.

As for how he sees Stan, he at first tries to convince him to take his journal and leave, but Stan is like "I'm not leaving you here you're gonna get yourself killed" and Ford gets angry and maybe they fight but there's no portal for Ford to get pushed into.

Meanwhile Stan is. SUPER concerned. He feels guilty for never calling, for never visiting or checking up on his brother, for assuming he had it good. He stays there and does his best to take care of Ford. He goes out to buy actual food, tries to make him take a shower (he hadn't showered in forever and he's covered in blood and dirt, his wounds are probably going to get infected), and tries to calm him down when he's having one of his moments.

Anyway the au ends when both of them die.... or does it? because then the mystery twins go to gravity falls as adults to try to solve the mysterious case of this silly goofy anomaly town dark unsolved crime town.

#that's all the yap you get today #I should probably check with my friend to make sure it's okay that I yap about this #when they wake up I will #gravity falls #kale gets an ask #gravity falls au #unnamed au. idk ifl it needs a cool name #ford pines #stanford pines #stan pines #stanley pines #stan twins #fiddleford mcgucket

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rockygamer2345 · 2 months ago

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Tim Drake favorite TV show

So I don't know how niche this headcanon is going to be but here it goes.

I've seen people saying Tim's favorite show would be something like Sherlock or Gravity Falls, something with mysteries and unsolved cases but I feel like he would not like them or at least they would not be his favorites. I feel like he would be one of those people who can predict the entire plot of an episode in like 5 minutes.

And after writing a crack fic with 31 Minutos in the background as a sort of inspiration I realized: Tim would 100% like this shit.

I imagine him stumbling upon one of those '31 Minutos out of context' YouTube videos and laughing like an idiot, so he watches the first episode (or tunes a random one) and he falls in love with the program.

He learns Spanish with the sole purpose of understanding the show without the need for subtitles and he even starts associating the characters with his family.

Because please, tell me a show Tim Drake would like more than one were 1 episode can critic common cult practices and the consequences in people who fall in it only for the next episode to be about a mage with an addiction to explode things who goes to rehabilitation, only for him to be encouraged by the other characters in the show to have a relapse so he can save the world from a gigantic meteorite that coming to earth.

The show is so absurd that Tim can't predict what happens next and that's why he loves it.

Also I have so many ideas for how the rest of the family would react when they discover the show after Tim insulted Ra's by calling him "Tío Pelao" and everyone wonders why calling him bald uncle is an insult.

They sit down to watch the show as a bonding activity and now half of the family argue over who is the Bodoque of the family (I'm torn between giving that title to Duke, Damian or Tim).

Tim starts calling Jason "Mico el Micrófono" after that one episode where he gets fired and as a revenge he goes to another channel to make a program where he slanders his old co-workers.

Now every time Bruce or Dick act like assholes, the closest person to them will call them "Tulio Triviño", that gets them to calm down a 90% of the time.

(For people who don't know, 31 Minutos is a puppet TV show made in Chile that parodies the format of TV news, it's very famous between latinoamerican people)

#batfam #batfamily #batfam imagine #tim drake #bruce wayne #dick grayson #jason todd #duke thomas #damian wayne #shenanigans

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musekicker · 10 months ago

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Wrote some monster falls, slight Billford vibes to it, with head canons on what a sphinx Ford's weakness would be.

The hunter had introduced himself as Bill. A wisp of a man, skin having a tan from spending a lot of time in the sun it seemed. Hair that was almost gold color, a lock of it covering one eye as if it were not there. And large, yellow triangle tattoo on his left shoulder.

The sphinx that called himself Ford would had been able to avoid the sleep dart that Bill had fired at Ford's front, left leg if not for the fact that Bill had taken advantage of one of a sphinx's great weaknesses. A riddle.

Unsolved riddles and puzzles were just a sphinx's Achilles heel. Stanley had once taken a rubix cube that Ford had solved and with a couple of turns unsolved the puzzle.

Ford could fix the cube easily. It was only a couple of twists in the same direction after all. That had not been the point though. The point was a unsolved puzzle was like nails on a chalkboard to a sphinx.

So despite his situation of a thick, metal collar around his neck, connected to a thick chain that was bolted to the floor, Ford had to ask the hunter the question that was still burning in his head.

"What was the answer?" Ford asked.

"Answer to what?" Bill asked.

"The riddle."

Now Bill seemed to know what Ford was talking about. He smirked.

"Drives you crazy to not know the answer, doesn't it?" Bill asked with the ever so slight tilt of the head.

Ford open mouth snarled, tail lashing. As dangerous as Ford's fangs and claws could be, they were useless when he was chained in place. And Bill knew that. The hunter even had the nerve to stand close to Ford, just inches away. Daring Ford to try and lunge for him.

He would had if Ford had not made the quick calculation that Bill was just a inch out of his reach. Ford was still snarling when Bill spoke again.

"Okay, okay. I'll be nice and give you the answer. That answer being is there is no answer!"

Ford stopped snarling.

"I just said something that sounded like it be a riddle." Bill said.

Ford stared at Bill for a long moment. At first Ford was hoping that this was just a joke on Bills part and that he would give Ford the real answer next. That did not happen.

"You're... you're serious aren't you?" Ford asked.

Bill cackled.

"I'm not sure what's the most funny thing. Your face right now or the fact that you were stupid enough to be fooled by random words because they were framed as a riddle." Bill said.

Ford was speechless. He had been distracted by a bunch of nonsense words that sounded mysterious. And now he was a captive of a hunter. Ford felt very stupid in the moment.

"So now I suppose you're going to kill me." Ford said finally.

Bill was still smiling. The man had not stopped smiling since Ford had first ran into him. Did he have another expression at all?

"Now that's not just true. I don't kill every monster I come across. You're great example." Bill said. "I'm thinking you'll make a nice pet."

Bill looked up, in a moment of thought.

"I'm thinking a magic collar and lead for you."

Ford was snarling again. He was already angry about the hunters plan. But Bill was about to make things so much worse.

"Not to say I won't kill anything I come across. Some monster parts are worth a lot. But the main reason I was in the area mainly was to bring another monster back alive. Did you know that some folks would pay a lot for the gargoyle?"

The mention of Stan froze Ford.

It had never occurred to Ford that Bill was here for anyone specific. He had thought that Bill had just came across Gravity Falls and it's monster citizens and thought to himself that he had found the jack pot. Now that seemed like it was not the case.

How long had Bill known about Gravity Falls? How long did he know about Stan? And how much did this hunter know about his family?

Bill took in the shock on Ford's face like it was sunshine on his face and grinned wider.

"Oh yeah. With their natural protection of their home instincts and a lot of training, they make good guards for rich peoples homes." Bill said.

Ford had already been worried that Bill would try to go after his family. Now that Bill had confirmed that he was planning to go after Stan, the horror of the situation was truly starting to hit.

Bill then turned his back on Ford. A chance to attack.

Ford pulled at the chains again. He had forgotten for a moment that they were there and attempted to lunge at Bill. As he had calculated the chain just came up too short for Ford to reach Bill, even with his claws. The collar and chain around his neck pulled at his throat and he gagged midway through his angry roar.

Bill had turned then, seeing Ford's fully spread wingspan, those exposed fangs. The sharp claws that could slice and rend. The hunter found beauty in that danger. He let out a low whistle, his gaze fixed on Ford.

"Magnificent." Bill said.

There was something about Bill's gaze that made Ford feel like a bug being pinned. A specimen that was only alive because there was some sort of fondness for them alive.

As much as Bill could had gazed at his new pet forever, he had a hunt to get to. He turned away again, talking as he stepped over to a wall. A wall covered with various monster hunting tools. Nets, guns. Even more specific things for certain monsters. Golden reigns that could control pegasi, a lantern to attract light obsessed creatures.

"Sorry six beans. You and your family are just worth too much to ignore." Bill said.

Bill chose his tools for this hunt quickly. Like he had been thinking about it for awhile. There was what looked like a flash light as part of the tool set, chains. But what terrified Ford the most was the glint of light off sharp metal tips for the next tools Bill chose.

Bear traps.

Bill looks back to Ford, grinning viciously.

"I'm pretty sure if either a certain deer or unicorn just step in just the wrong place, their screams will get your brother to leave the shack. And come right to me." Bill said.

The horror of Bill's words brought out more then a snarl. No. This time Ford out right roared. The one more lunge attempt. It was as useless as it had been before. But Ford did not stop pulling at the chains and roaring.

Bill picked up a gun Ford recognized. The dart gun that had knocked Ford out in the first place.

"You need to relax. I can help with that."

The dart was in Ford's right shoulder before he knew it. Almost instantly he could not keep himself standing. He sank to the floor, his vision swimming. Bill approached Ford, gun still in hand and with caution. When Ford didn't try to bury his fangs into Bill's leg, the hunter took that as a sign that he could fully approach.

"I need a wing feather." Bill said, reaching for one of Ford's grand red and gold feathers. "In case I need a back up plan."

Ford only winced at the pull of the feather, so out of it. And as Bill left, everything completely went black.

#gravity falls #monster falls #billford

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zapreportsblog · 2 years ago

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Girl I think we all need some poly ghostface where stu and billy are teasing the reader and talking about them like their not there, "i dont know...maybe if they asked ever so nicely for it, they would get what they want..." ;)) it can be smut or not idm. Love ur writing so much <33333

❝highschool detective on the case❞

✭ pairing : poly ghostface x reader

✭ fandom : scream

✭ summary : (y/n) is the new girl who just moved up from (hometown) she has a crazy fetish when it comes to serial killers having taken it upon herself to even solve unsolved murder cases - which she gets from her father. He was the top detective in his unit after all. Upon hearing about this ghostface killer she dives into detective mood grabbing their attention in the process

✭ authors note : I think we all are borderline psychotic when it comes to these two nibwits also thank you for requesting and I’m glad you’re enjoying my works so far :)

✭ slashers masterlist

Woodsboro High School buzzed with the energy of a new school year, and (Y/N) had just arrived, ready to start fresh in this unfamiliar town. As she stepped onto the campus, her presence stood out like a stark contrast to the other students.

She wore a leather trench coat that fell just past her thighs, giving her an enigmatic aura. Low-rise washed-out jeans hugged her hips, revealing a tattoo on her lower stomach. Her hair was styled in a pixie cut, and dark shades shielded her eyes, giving her an almost FBI agent-like mystique. Chunky boots completed her unconventional ensemble, and a crop top black vest shirt adorned with a rhinestone skull on the breast part added an edgy touch.

As she walked through the courtyard, students couldn't help but stare and whisper amongst themselves, wondering who this mysterious new girl was and what her story might be. (Y/N), however, seemed oblivious to the attention, her mind focused on something else entirely.

Reclining on a bench, she delved into the contents of her notes. In her lap lay a case file, weathered by time and use, filled with photographs, notes, and articles. It was the unsolved murder case from her hometown that her father, a dedicated detective, had entrusted to her once the trail had gone cold.

(Y/N) was determined to find answers and bring closure to the grieving families back home, even if it meant uprooting her life and starting anew in Woodsboro. The gravity of the task weighed heavily on her, and her fierce dedication to solving the case had become her driving force.

Throughout the day, students at Woodsboro High had been attempting to strike up conversations with (Y/N), but her terse responses and preoccupied demeanor made it clear that she had little interest in making friends. She was on a mission, and she had no time for idle chitchat.

At lunch, (Y/N) found a quiet spot to sit alone, her case file still in her lap as she reviewed the evidence once more. Lost in thought, she didn't notice Stu, one of her classmates, approaching from behind. He playfully wrapped his arms around her shoulders and said, "Now, what do we have here?"

(Y/N) stiffened at the unexpected contact but quickly composed herself. She turned to glance at Stu, taking in his appearance before responding with a raised eyebrow. "Aren't you a bit too old to not know about personal hygiene?"

Stu, looking slightly offended, discreetly sniffed himself and made a face. "Hey, I don't stink!"

Tatum, Stu's girlfriend, along with her friends Sidney and Sidney's boyfriend, also joined the group, curious about the interaction. Randy, another student, chimed in, intrigued by (Y/N)'s mysterious presence. "What's that you're reading?" he asked, peering at her lap.

In her usual blunt tone, (Y/N) replied, "A case."

The group exchanged puzzled glances, clearly taken aback by her straightforward response. Stu was the first to regain his composure, a mischievous grin forming on his face. "A case, huh? You're a detective or something?"

(Y/N) didn't provide any additional information, her eyes returning to the contents of the file. She was used to curious glances and questions, but her focus remained unwavering on her mission to uncover the truth.

Randy's curiosity remained unabated, and he leaned in closer, asking, "So, what's the case about?"

(Y/N) let out a sigh and put her notes aside, her expression serious as she shared a glimpse of her purpose. "I'm trying to solve a cold case from my hometown. It involves a young woman who was violently beaten and tortured."

Tatum raised an eyebrow, looking puzzled. "But if it's a cold case, why are you trying to solve it now?"

(Y/N) shrugged, her dedication evident in her reply. "It's just a hobby I enjoy."

Billy, who had been listening quietly, couldn't help but become more intrigued. He leaned in with a casual demeanor and asked, "So, you're into things like that, huh?"

(Y/N) met his gaze with a cool, unwavering stare. "Yup. I was raised watching the dangers of the world and even experiencing it."

The group fell silent for a moment, absorbing (Y/N)'s cryptic response. Her presence had added an unexpected layer of mystery to their lunchtime gathering, and they couldn't help but wonder about the secrets she held and the motivations driving her pursuit of a cold case.

Sidney, feeling a twinge of awkwardness, couldn't help but blurt out, "What kind of experiences are you talking about?" But she quickly realized the insensitivity of her question and immediately apologized, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

(Y/N) simply shrugged off the awkward moment, her demeanor unphased by Sidney's unintended bluntness. "No worries," she replied calmly before elaborating on her past. "I've seen quite a bit, to be honest. When I was three, I watched an unsub murder my mom right in front of me."

Sidney's eyes widened in shock, regret for her earlier question apparent on her face.

(Y/N) continued, her tone steady. "Then, when I was thirteen, I was kidnapped as part of a blackmail attempt against my father. He's a detective, you see. Since then, I've been to all sorts of crime scenes, helping him with his work."

Stu couldn't help but comment, "Wow, that's dark."

Billy, mumbling under his breath, added, "Wicked."

(Y/N) acknowledged their reactions with a nonchalant nod, as if her experiences were just a matter-of-fact part of her life. She had learned to cope with the darkness she had witnessed and embraced her role as an amateur detective, eager to make sense of the chaos around her.

Breaking the now oncoming silence (Y/N) decides to ask her own question, “So what’s fun around here?” Tatum taking it upon herself decides to reply back whiles filing her mails, “Not much honestly, though shopping is always on the table.”

But (Y/N) wasn't interested in the usual teenage pastimes. She leaned in, her eyes gleaming with curiosity, and clarified, "No, no, no! I'm talking murder cases here, blonde. Anything good?"

Randy, who had already labeled her as a weirdo, rolled his eyes, muttering, "Oh, no, not another weirdo."

(Y/N) couldn't help but give Randy a proud smirk, as if she embraced that title with pride. Sidney and Tatum, perhaps sensing the direction the conversation was about to take, excused themselves from the group.

Stu, always eager for attention, chimed in, "You know, Sidney's mom's murder was pretty wild. She was having an affair, and the guy must've gone crazy and slaughtered her."

(Y/N) listened intently, a crazed look in her eyes, and responded, "Yeah, now there's the good stuff. Tell me more."

Billy, with a hint of excitement in his voice, added, "There was also the murder of those two students not too long ago. It was pretty brutal."

"A murder, you say?" (Y/N) leaned in with an unsettling grin, her curiosity piqued. "Tell me about it."

Stu, relishing the chance to share a gruesome tale, went into chilling detail about the murder. "Well, my ex, Cassie, she was slaughtered. Her body was found strung up by her own organs in her front yard. It was... brutal. And her boyfriend, Derek, was found duct-taped to a lawn chair and drowned in the pool at her house. His intestines were out too."

(Y/N)'s eyes sparkled with a disturbing excitement as she listened to the horrifying description. She pressed for more information, asking, "Any leads on the killer?"

The boys exchanged glances and shook their heads. "No, not really," Billy admitted.

Randy added, "And Sidney, she was attacked a few nights after that. She said the killer was masked and wore what looked like a ghost mask."

(Y/N)'s grin widened at the mention of the masked killer, her fascination with the macabre evident. It seemed that the darker the story, the more it intrigued her. The group had unwittingly drawn her into their web of murder mysteries, and little did they know that her relentless pursuit of the truth would soon unearth secrets that would put them all in grave danger.

“Seems this town just got a little more interesting,'" (y/n) remarked with an eerie grin as the bell rang, signaling the end of lunch. She gathered her things and excused herself, leaving Randy to his own devices as he followed suit and left.

Now, only Stu and Billy remained alone at the table. Billy's eyes darkened, and a sinister glint danced in them as he leaned in closer to Stu. He asked in a hushed tone, "Should we go after her tonight?"

Stu, hyped up by the disturbing stories and (Y/N)'s unnerving interest in murder cases, couldn't help but share Billy's excitement. He replied with an eager grin, "Hell yeah."

(Y/N) returned home after a long day at Woodsboro High, finding a note from her dad, the detective, explaining that he would be back late, as usual. With a resigned sigh, she decided to unwind, slipping into comfortable sweatpants and a tank top.

She settled onto the couch, surrounded by an array of open books, articles, and her laptop, her research materials for delving into the recent murders that had captured her fascination. The room was dimly lit, the only illumination coming from the soft glow of her laptop screen.

Hours passed as she scoured the internet for any information about the brutal murders that had taken place in Woodsboro. (Y/N)'s determination was unwavering, her thirst for answers driving her to dig deeper into the dark mysteries of the town.

The hours dragged on, and fatigue began to creep in. Despite her best efforts, the weight of exhaustion overcame her, and (Y/N) eventually drifted into a fitful nap on the couch, her mind still haunted by the gruesome details of the unsolved murders that had consumed her thoughts.

(Y/N) woke up late at night, the room cast in darkness except for the faint glow of the moonlight filtering through the curtains. She glanced at the clock, which read 10:00 PM. Her dad still hadn't returned home, but she was used to his late hours.

Feeling hungry, she decided to order some food delivery to keep her going while she continued her research. As she dialed her order, anticipation for a late-night snack grew. She gave the delivery address and hung up, ready to return to her work.

Just as she settled back into her research, her phone rang, startling her. She picked it up, and at first, the voice on the other end played it off as a wrong number. But then they began asking personal questions.

"So, do you have a boyfriend?" the voice inquired.

(Y/N), her curiosity piqued, retorted playfully, "Why? You trying to ask me out?"

The person on the other line let out a smirk, their tone suggestive as they asked again, "So, do you have a boyfriend?"

(Y/N) decided to tease them with an equally suggestive response, "Perhaps." She was intrigued by the mysterious caller and couldn't help but engage in their unusual late-night conversation.

As (Y/N) found herself engaged in this mysterious late-night conversation, her curiosity only grew when the person on the other end suggested, "Let's play a game."

"What kind of game?" she asked, her tone laced with intrigue.

The voice on the phone responded, "I want to know your favorite scary movie."

(Y/N) didn't hesitate to share her interests. "Well, I really enjoyed 'The Craft.' It's a fascinating blend of witchcraft, teenage rebellion, and a dash of horror. The story revolves around a group of high school girls who form a coven and use their newfound powers for personal gain. But as their abilities grow, so does the darkness that haunts them. It's a captivating exploration of the consequences of wielding supernatural abilities and the complexities of female friendship."

She paused briefly before continuing, "Another one I really liked is 'Thinner.' It's based on a Stephen King novel and tells the story of a morbidly obese lawyer who's cursed by a gypsy and begins to inexplicably lose weight at an alarming rate. The film delves into themes of karma, guilt, and the unintended consequences of our actions. The slow, agonizing transformation of the main character is both terrifying and thought-provoking."

(Y/N) went on to describe the intricate details of both films, her passion for horror movies evident in her animated discussion. She shared her insights on the characters, the plot twists, and the underlying themes, displaying an impressive knowledge of the genre. The mysterious caller on the other end seemed intrigued by her enthusiasm.

The person on the other end of the line, after inquiring about her favorite scary movies, pressed for her name. (Y/N), however, wasn't so quick to reveal her identity. "Why should I tell you my name when you haven't told me yours?" she countered.

A sinister chuckle came through the phone before the voice replied, "Because I want to know the name of who I'm watching right now. Nice top, by the way."

(Y/N), far from being scared, merely rolled her eyes and glanced out the window behind her. She smirked into the darkness and said, "So, this is the infamous killer of Woodsboro? Would've expected better, but then again, you're just a small-town killer."

The voice on the other end of the line grew audibly offended, and they began to issue chilling threats. They spoke of slicing her open, just like they had done to Cassie, and leaving her hanging for her father to find. The threats were meant to intimidate, to strike fear into (Y/N)'s heart.

However, she remained surprisingly unshaken. Instead of cowering, she chuckled, a mix of defiance and amusement in her voice. "Give it your best shot," she taunted, her bravado unwavering. "I'm not one to back down from a challenge."

The late-night conversation had taken a menacing turn, and (Y/N) was about to find herself entangled in a perilous game of wits and survival with a cunning and ruthless adversary.

The next day at school, (Y/N) arrived with an unusual cheeriness about her. Stu and the rest of her newfound friends couldn't help but notice her upbeat demeanor, and Stu was the first to comment, asking, "What's got you so cheery today?"

With a mischievous glint in her eyes, (Y/N) replied, "Oh, you won't believe this. I've got video footage of Ghostface trying to break into my house."

The revelation sent shockwaves through the group, their eyes widening in disbelief. "No way," they chimed in unison.

(Y/N), however, seemed nonchalant as she waved off their amazement. "Yes way," she affirmed, laughing it off as if it were just another everyday occurrence.

Randy couldn't help but express his surprise. "I'm surprised you're not dead," he remarked, his tone laced with incredulity.

(Y/N) shrugged, her explanation casual. "My dad had our houses revamped before we moved here. Custom locks, gateways, and cameras. No one gets in unless they want them to. It's like living in a fortress."

As the group absorbed this information, (Y/N) decided to take a teasing turn. She smirked and declared, "Oh, this is going to be fun. I haven't been hunted like this in a while."

The reaction from her friends was mixed, to say the least. Most were creeped out by her unusual enthusiasm, especially given the recent unsettling events. But Stu and Billy, the true culprits behind the Ghostface mask, couldn't help but exchange sly glances. Their nefarious plan was in motion, and (Y/N) had just unknowingly stoked the flames of their sinister game.

Billy couldn't resist adding a chilling remark, his tone laced with dark humor, "I don't know... maybe if they asked ever so nicely for it, they would get what they want."

“What’s the suppose to mean?” (Y/n) remarks and billy shrugs it off “Who knows maybe the killer is somewhere watching you, after all you can never be too careful.”

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