But On Another Note, If October 13 Is Darkiplier’s “birthday”

Let me tell you how I out thieved these two thieves at work.

So I work a retail job on top of many other jobs, and these two girls were in and out of my store at least 8 times. Which is sketchy and pretty much a give away that they were quite obviously stealing things, I’d see them stick their hands in their pockets or in their bags, but I was the only person at work today so I couldn’t stop checking people out in order to confront them…..which im sure they noticed.

Fast forward a few hours when they finally come back in, they had decided to purchase something to seem less suspicious. A 4$ pair of pearl earrings. At this point there is no one else in the store so I think Game On.

While they were scanning the shelves for anything else they might want, I’m looking at their pockets. I can clearly see the small ring through the fabric that they swiped earlier, the outline of tags shoved in their back pockets, amateurs.

Now for those of you that don’t know, I was stranded in Ireland for about a month with little to no money when I was a teenager and had to resort to being shady to get by till my cousin got me a ticket home. 

Long story short, I am an excellent pick pocket. But I only use my powers for good instead of evil now. 

So I followed them around the store pretending to bump into them as I put items back on the shelves, I stole NOT ONLY the product that they took, but everything in their back pockets. Now before you wag your finger at me just hold on a minute. They come to the register to get the one item they decided to pay for, and I’m smiling the whole time.

 I tell them they price and then…I wait. 

The one girl frantically patted her pockets, clearly confused and she looked at the other girl to ask “Where’s my money at?”  This girl is clearly upset at this point and I suggested “Oh hey maybe you dropped it?” in the most sincere retail voice I can force my vocal cords to produce. Her and her friend drop to their knees and start searching for it. I let them continue like that for 10 minutes before I tell them that I had found it earlier and forgotten. 

“You really should be careful the more you have in your pockets the easier it is for your money to fall out :)))))” I say, the statement unnerved them, they didn’t know if i KNEW or not. But they awkwardly shook it off with a laugh and I start to ring up the earrings again. BUT THIS TIME, I reach over the counter and start to ring up the items I had taken from their pockets. I dropped the tags on the counter and the merchandise hit the table hard, just like these girls mouths hit the floor. 

You should have seen their faces it looked like someone had sucked the very essence right from their bodies. “Oh no she did not.” The one girl whispered as she checked her pockets yet again. Yes, Yes I did :) i’m beaming, their reaction added ten years to my lifespan. They apologize, laughing it off like it was a funny joke. But I’m not done yet.This time I look them dead in the eyes and go “Would you like me to ring out whats in your bags too before security gets here?” 

Shock, pure dismay and anguish come over them, they look at each other. Each of them looks at me like I have personally came and shot their dogs. I AM LIVING, I’m reveling in the situation. Slowly, they lift their bags and dump out more products than Mary Poppins could shove in her bottomless purse. I start ringing it all up. They look horrified. A total of 400$ worth of items. I hold the fate of these girls in my hands and they know it. Over 200$ is a felony larceny charge. But I think they have suffered enough and jail is not fun so I present the ultimatum. 

“You buy it all and I’ll let you go.” 

and that is how I made all my sales goals and fucked with some shoplifters. 

gojo, or as the mortals called him, hades, had a problem.

he’s had no issues with women, none whatsoever. being part of the big three meant that with his title (and riches) people flocked to get his attention.

and sure, years ago he didn’t care about who’s attention he was on the receiving end of. he had no feelings attached when it came to this sort of thing.

but he feels helpless now.

and he knows he can’t do anything to solve it.

the meadows were warm with a breeze summer could bring. the gods were known for their temperament, so the humans cherished what they could.

your mother was known for bringing their harvest and crops, and you watched from the fields with your nymph friends as the flowers bloomed and blossomed.

gojo watched from afar as you laughed with your girls, your head tilting back as you covered your mouth.

you were perfect and unattainable.

and not because he was the certain god of death that everyone feared, or because you were a devout follower of artemis. but because your mother swarmed off any man who dared approach you. and gojo understood, men were vile and filthy creatures.

but he was no man.

you look up suddenly, to where he was, eyes scrunching as you look from across the field, squinting to see if there was a certain sense of difference around there.

“my lady? what’s wrong?” one of the nymphs asked worriedly after you went silent.

you purse your lips, seeing nothing near the trees, just rows and rows of flowers.

you shrug, looking back at them as if nothing happened.

“nothings wrong,” you wave off, smiling, “must’ve been the wind.”

you look back to the flowers, some yellow, some pink, but one lone red that swayed with the breeze.

strange, you thought, that wasn’t there before.

you go back to talking, laughing along with their stories as you try not to think about the flower,

and gojo, the god of the underworld, tries not to think about you.

Only 499 words to go

─── 𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐅𝐅 .

# with portgas d. ace.

the mera mera no mi had a dozen benefits — setting your walls alight was but one of them.

⎰ & KINKTOBER, (late) day five. smut (mdni!). temperature play. devil-fruit usage. oral (reader!receiving). fingering. afab!reader. no y/n used.

WC: 2.4k.

portgas d. ace had fed himself with a fruit that granted him particularities similar to those of a furnace. fire coursed through his veins — oftentimes he mused the thought that it had burned whichever cells connected him to his father still. heat gave him a reputation; an untouchable anatomical state. fire fist ace, the fearsome second-in-command. flames and warmth were but a weapon and he never thought of it beyond that. until he found that the feelings labored for you burned brighter than whatever spark his fingers conjured.

lust first settled during the search for akagami no shanks — the man who had saved his younger brother’s life. amidst ice and torrid snow, you stood: a single thread of life with a clear distaste for the cold. hunched, trembling figure whose knees were pressed to one’s chest, cursing through parted lips, at the corner in an attempt to disappear from sight. when ace sat by your side, heat emanating from his flesh, you immediately pressed yourself against him, hiding your face as you clung to his arm. he had laughed then, hugging you until the trembling ceased, growing hotter at the sound of your relieved sigh.

the second time had been during a sudden — yet common — change in the weather at the approach of a winter island. ace had no intentions of lingering there whatsoever, and briefly instructed his crew to be swift in their business. you opted to remain on the ship, covered in tides of blankets with a lukewarm cup of untouched coffee in hand. ace wordlessly set a place behind you, nervous, yet smooth, as he pressed his palms over your shoulders and began an amateurish massage. he feared the prospect of his physical strength causing you pain, yet you merely leaned into his touch, moaning with your eyes closed as the shared warmth coursed through your body. ace thought himself vicious; disgusting; for he had felt a sudden twitch in his cock at the sounds.

at last, the snap came once he mingled with the whitebeard pirates, his past crewmates choosing to linger; accepting the shift in captains. you were bedridden, and marco had commented that heat could increase the comfort during menstrual cramps. ace caught on the words left unsaid, and offered, once again, to be your soothing warmth; your healing flame. you sounded grateful altogether, and had no problems falling asleep in his arms whatsoever, allowing his hands to be placed on the external root of your pain. sharing the bed had been enough for you to claim one another; to officiate the clear-as-day relationship born from reciprocal love.

although things had changed ever-since — from endless travels to foreign lands, to the survival of a terrible war —, ace’s hidden desire regarding his devil-fruit persevered. it was shown regardless of the weather, twitching erection even in alabasta, when sweat pooled on your cleavage; when he’d see you swimming, sea-salt clinging to your flesh; or the particular instances of quietness, when his fingers would travel through your body until they found your clit. oftentimes, when his cock was lost amidst your warm walls, perhaps out of sheer instinct, he’d find himself increasing the temperature of it, if only to access your reaction. a complicated gamble; the fear of maiming, alight fire born from his excitement. yet, you remained restless, as though understanding that he had a fair share of thoughts unshared. ace feared the moment in which you’d corner him, for he’d cave to your every desire.

he sighed, clicking his tongue in deep thought. the second thereafter, ace all but choked on his food, punching his chest with certain strength. he half-noted the glass of water placed on the table, and spat a final chunk of meat at a particularly harsh slap on his back. ace’s hand gripped the cup and he chugged the liquid, tear-filled eyes observing your figure — sitting on the other side of the small table, an interested expression on your face.

“careful now, hotstuff,” you scolded, and he flushed at the name. “where have you gone this time?”

the question had increased in frequency since the death of whitebeard — his chosen father. ace was unused to the idea of sharing his pain, rather preferring to bottle it up. you respected said decision, yet, more often than not, his prolonged quietness proved itself to be obnoxious. you stated that his thoughts traveled to a place you could not reach, and in said instants, you were forced to scratch the surface of his mind and tether it to the present at hand.

“nowhere important,” ace answered, clearing his throat. you merely raised an eyebrow, well aware of the poor-crafted lie. he gave in, unable to withstand the expectating — borderline disappointed — look on your face. “promise not to be creeped out?”

“by you?” the question posed itself as though a joke; incredulous. “ace—”

“i know,” he interrupted through a sigh. “still, i would hate to leave you uncomfortable.”

“try me,” you encouraged, nothing but love explicit through your features.

ace stretched his hand, palm facing you. he coaxed your approach with a movement of his index, tensing once your wrist was pressed against his skin. he was hesitant — fearful, even — when he activated his devil-fruit, a tempting and gradual increase in his temperature. you hummed, circling your wrist on his palm, testing the waters.

“warm,” you stated matter-of-factly, tapping your fingers on his arm. ace repeated the previous action, multiplying the valor of warmth; recoiling the flames that threatened to lick your flesh. “warmer.”

ace closed his fingers around your wrist, caressing the tender inches of skin. “is it distressing? painful?”

you chuckled, moving your head in denial. “it’s soothing, ace. it’s you.”

he smiled softly, breathing in order to gather further courage. “would you mind if i tried it elsewhere?”

you blinked, growing quiet for the briefest instance, although that had been enough to bloom certain insecurities within him. ace’s lips parted, tongue prepared to spill a dozen apologies — until your hand pushed the plates and cups aside and you sat on the table, sliding towards him. ace was aghast at your willingness; your excitement.

“now?” you inquired softly, gripping the hem of your dress, legs already crossed.

“you want it now?” a stupid question, truly, when one considered the blown state of your pupils.

“please,” you pleaded, already tugging at the edges of your clothing, raising it over your head.

ace’s hands groped your breasts, cock twitching at the sight and perspective of what could be done with them. his tongue lurked out, swiping a streak of saliva up your chest. you shuddered, to which ace smirked, twitching one of your hardening nipples. his digits grew brighter as a consequence of the shift in his temperature, offering a direct source of warmth to your flesh. he tested the length of his devil-fruit, internal fire reaching the tip of his tongue. ace latched his mouth around the bud, a pathetic rut of his hips following-in-suit as a consequence of your moaning.

he grew hotter, the gradual warmthness of your own skin teasing his nose. when your fingers tugged at his hair, ace’s tongue flicked; mouth applying pressure as he sucked on the flesh of your breast, well-aware of the consecutive loss of control on his powers. it felt as though entering a forest-fire to meet its god in the center, an ever-growing heat embracing your every nerve.

your nipple grew swollen at the attention — heated and pained —, whereas his saliva was a river of liquid flames, setting you alight. his unused hand traveled down your stomach, emerging goosebumps at its temperature. he pushed your back against the table, adoration poured into each featherlight touch. you heard the sound of his knees meeting the ground; felt his palm settling on your hip-bone. a pair of heated fingers traveled through your folds, spreading your essence through the extension of it. you whimpered, for your own pre-cum had its temperature shifted; fire reaching your very core.

ace sucked on your thigh, experienced thumb drawing fast-paced circles on your once neglected clit; bright digit behaving as though the teasing of a lighter. you squirmed, and he needed but a single hand to cage your figure. his lips left a trail of sensitive bruises, before they replaced his thumb, wrapping them around the swollen bud. the tip of his burning index teased your entrance, before he shoved three fingers inside — knuckle-deep — invading your walls with unthought suddenness. you mewled, unused — however excited — with the heat; dripping cunt close to boiling.

he moaned, sending vibrations through your body. his fingers curled inside you, teasing the gummy walls; igniting your g-spot. ace rutted against the air, erection caged in between the fabric of his clothes. regardless, he neglected his own needs for the sake of your own, observing, through his eyelashes, your face contorting in pleasure. ace gripped a fistful of your thighs, the warmth of it enough to burn lonesome inches of hair. when he made a sudden worried move, intending to retreat altogether, you gripped his hair yet again, shoving his face deeper into your cunt.

“d-don’t stop,” you pleaded, trembling legs threatening to close themselves around his head.

he moaned, setting a vigorous pace. his tongue ventured through your folds, nose buried deep; teasing your clit. ace moved his head to the sides, dragging your warm essence through his chin and mouth. his tongue drew a luscious, famished stripe before he sucked on the swollen, burning clit, nearly tearing up at the saltiness coating his palate.

“fuck, babe, you taste so good,” he groaned, voice coming out muffled, for the ministrations of his mouth remained. you moaned at the compliment, arching your back at the retreat of his fingers — nails at your entrance — before he shoved them inside yet again, a relentless pace that had your cunt squeezing the digits, dripping down his palm.

your entire figure trembled, thighs caging him, feet sliding down his muscular back. ace’s tongue was molten-fire against your clit, zigzagging around it, his face covered in specks of burning pre-cum — growing reddish at the prolonged contact. curling toes; ruthless tug at his hair. he drowned on your cunt, mouth claiming every drop of your essence while his fingers abused your g-spot.

your voice was a broken choir whose words were all but variations of his name. it flared up his ego, had him switching to shove a burning tongue inside your clenching cunt; fingers parting your folds open as a set of two circled around your clit. he all but slurped; humped the air. a wet patch stained his pants, and one could smell the stench of burning fabric as he pre-cum escaped past his tip, a tide of wild flames.

“ace, ‘m close,” you mewled, breathing out heavily, eyes tethered to the sight of his soaked face.

he retreated his lips for the briefest second to press a searing, burning kiss on your entrance, smirking at your drawn-out moan. the pace of his fingers on your clit increased, and ace bit on your outer labia, his other hand pinching on your trembling thigh.

“cum for me, love,” he encouraged, yet again shoving a warm tongue inside, his chin and nose buried in your cunt.

the knot unraveled itself, and your orgasm tore you from inside-out, drowning his face. ace chased it, famished mouth claiming every droplet of cum that fell on his awaiting tongue, his fingers working still as he stimulated the tides of your high. with a final stripe of the warm muscle, ace leaned his face backwards, licking his lips and tracing the cum that lingered on his chin. he shoved a thumb inside his mouth, sucking the rest of it; removing the finger with a pop. his flesh had a shade pale pink where your essence had touched.

ace spread your legs and got on his feet, eyes tethered to the sight of your bare body on the table, sweat-etched skin glistening under the natural light. “it was a delicious appetizer.”

you laughed then, opening your arms — a solace, whose walls he could rest within. ace’s glance softened ever-so-slightly at the sound, and his chest leaned forward, drawn by your sentence. “come and get the main course, hotstuff.”

his fingers fidgeted with buttons, zippers and straps, a loud groan following-in-suit when his erection slapped against his stomach. swollen, leaking tip sensitive enough to make him hiss due to the merest brush of the wind. ace buried his face on your neck, licking the sweat off your flesh as his hand blindly aligned his shaft with your entrance. the girth slid in with fair easiness, the reminiscing drops of your previous orgasm mingling; enveloping the neglected head.

when ace bottomed out, the pair of you moaned in unison. your nails dug on his back as his hips set a languid pace, flushed tip reaching deep into your g-spot. his cock was a conflagration, forcing your walls to match the absurd temperature, shared heat enhancing both of your senses; increasing the sensitivity. the legs of the table complained at every harsh, wild thrust, balls slapping your ass as he hammered himself inside — sudden retreat of the tip; aggressive shove of the base until he had you filled with his girth. you babbled a sequence of compliments that had him twitching; drooling inside.

your legs wrapped around his waist, and both his hands settled themselves on the back of your thighs. his mouth sang luscious moans as his tongue and teeth bruised the skin of your neck — visible marks; explicit claim of what was his. ace’s pace grew erratic at the approach of his orgasm, the warmth leaving him sensitive to the point of embarrassment. your walls sucked him in, a famished, selfish lover that wished for nothing but to milk him dry.

when he pressed his forehead against yours, the act itself held an intimacy he once could ever dream of having with another, and the act itself soothed the once miserable soul of a child unwanted. ace breathed out into your mouth, words failing him as you nodded, increasing the strength of your legs around him.

“cum inside,” you cried out, raking your nails down his tattooed back. “want it—want you, all of you.”

ace struggled to keep his eyes open as he shot his load into you. it was of an alarming heat, leaving a lingering burning sensation on his tip. you mewled, sobbing as fire incarnated smeared your sensitive walls, leaving but a trail of metaphorical ashes in its wake. ace pressed butterfly-kisses on your face, lips claiming dried tears and accumulated sweat. his thrusts assumed a slower pace, a final chase of his high until the both of you were left a frail, exhausted mingle of bodies. his hands left your thighs; your legs fell, limp, dangling from the table.

the merest glance at your lover’s face had your eyes widening, hands pushing his chest. “don’t you dare, ace! the table will break—”

he collapsed into you, shifting your bodies at the last second. wood gave in to his weight, and his back all but met the ground, arms encircling your figure as your side was pressed to his chest. ace caressed your ass, mumbling about how he needed to clean you properly — and snoring thereafter.

you snorted, caressing his cheek. “sleep well, hotstuff.”

— 🐈‍⬛ : happy late kinktober, time is a concept!

spongebob critical

why r fire extinguishers in glass cases that u have to smash?? its like u know what this fire needs?? more danger

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bonus:

Lloyd has no luck with fighting I swear

s1: you can't fight, Lloyd, you're too small

s2: you can't fight, Lloyd, you'll start the final battle

s3: you can't fight, Lloyd, your power makes the bad guys stronger

s4: you can fight this guy who has about 100x the power you have

s5: I'm gonna possess you and make you fight your friends

I have a small favor to ask as I am v confused rn but could you post a brief description of the various gravity falls aus cus I know the names but I don't know what they're about so if you could inform me I'd be grateful please and thanks love~

Okay, this might take a bit.

TranscendenceAU - 

Essentially, when Bill fails the apocalypse and is dying, hemakes one last desperate attempt to survive by trying to posses Dipper withouthis permission. Dipper fights back and by a hair’s chance manages to push theweakened Bill from his mind, killing the demon. Only, Bill has already rootedhimself too deeply into Dipper and all of Bill’s power remains in Dipper,turning him into a demon and forcing him out of the physical plain. Because ofhis human origin, Dipper is the only demon capable of becoming physical withouta rift, although it takes a while for him to figure out how. Now, while Billwas stopped from destroying the world, it was at the cost of the Transcendence.Pretty much the entire world becomes as magical as Gravity Falls and even moredangerous. Dipper becomes known as the demon Alcor and Mabel is his partner incult bashing partner Mizar. There’s a lot of world building (reincarnation,prejudice against non-humans, monsters in everyday life, thousands of years asAlcor, Uncle Dipper, angels, other demons, awesome new characters, etc…) andoverall, the blog is its own fandom that is constantly contributed to. TAU isthe largest, most organized, and highest quality AU that I have ever seen. It’shuge. And fantastic. 

Here’sa longer summary.   This is itswiki.    ItsTVtropes page.

DemonicGuardians AU -

Here’sthe main comic behind it. Demons’ can have one human that if theybond with and protect, will make the demon stronger. There’s a catch though. Ifthe human dies, a part of the demon does too. The stronger the bond betweendemon and human, the more damage will be inflicted on the demon when the humandies. Not all humans have a demon, and not all demons have a human. A bunch ofthe cast of GF have demonic guardians, each character having a different levelof bond. Bill Cipher is Dipper’s guardian. Mabel’s is Dot Matrix (used to benamed Tad Strange; might recognize him as the square with the bowler hat).Gideon’s is Kryptos (the star on top his tent). Stanley has Pi Mo (looks kindalike a coin). Pacifica’s is the Lumberjack Ghost. There’s a whole lot of fanmade demons too. The creator isreally cool. Outside of Demonic Guardians AU, she’s made the Danny Phantomcrossover: YouSmell Like Death, the Over the Garden Wall crossover: GardenFalls, and her own really good comic: The Boy Who Fell.

MonsterFalls -

Dipper finds a magic stream called FluviusCantatis, some stuff happens, and everyone in the town gets turnedinto monsters. Dipper’s a Deertaur, Mabel’s a mermaid, Wendy’s a werewolf,Stanley’s a Gargoyle, Stanford’s a sphinx, Gideon’s a vampire, Robbie’s azombie, Soos is a clay homonculus/golem, Pacifica’s a gorgon, Bill’s…humanlike, etc… This AU is mostly fan art and fanfiction. Sometimes the monsterthat a character is turned into is different, but this list is what they’remost commonly depicted as.

Reverse Falls -

I have no idea where this AU came from??? All thecharacters in this have swapped rolls and personalities. Gideon Pines is a kidvisiting Gravity Falls with his cousin/best friend Pacifica Pines(orSoutheast). While there, they meet the psychic twins Mabel and Dipper Gleefulwho run the Tent of Telepathy. The twins are much darker and more powerful thanGideon from Gravity Falls. Will Cipher is an easily terrified Demon who justwants the twins to leave him alone. All the other character’s changes depend onthe artist/writer. Robbie and Wendy usually swap. 

RelativityFalls -

This is essentially an age/generation swap. Twins Stanleyand Stanford go to spend the summer with their Grauntie Mabel. The main switchesare Mabel with Stanley, Dipper with Stanford, Wendy with Dan, Gideon with Bud, Pacificawith Preston, Abuelita(Maria) with Soos, etc… Most of the show is the same,with a few twists and the added personality of having a different character inwhatever situation.

Anti-GravityAU -

Though not to be mistaken for Relativity Falls, Anti-Gravityis also an age swap. Wendy and Soos are young kids who find Journal 3. Mabeland Dipper are teenagers who work for Grunkle Stan at the Mystery Shack.Pacifica has Robbie’s role (dating Dipper, to Wendy’s jealousy). Bud Gleefultakes Gideon’s place as Wendy and Soos’s enemy. Robbie is Soos’s bully. Otherthan that, all characters stay the same.

ReunionFalls -

Dipper and Mabel are separated at birth: Mabel growing upwith their parents in California and Dipper being raised by Grunkle Stan.Eventually, Mabel finds out about Dipper and runs off to Gravity Falls to meethim. Without a twin, Mabel, while still bright and cheerful, is less out goingwhile Dipper, growing up with Wendy and Stan as role  models, is moreconfident. The AU is the twins getting to know each other and bonding.

OnlyChild AU -

Mabel is stillborn, making Dipper an only child. Because ofhis parent’s ever growing grief over losing a child, Dipper is often neglected.Dipper has the same personality as cannon, but it’s buried under self-worth issues,survivor’s guilt, need to be loved, and shyness. He’s a sad child who reallyjust needs a hug. He also knits sweaters; he always wears the red one he made(it looks a bit like Ford’s). The AU is Dipper’s stay at Gravity Falls withStan and eventually reaches to him growing up and gaining a little sister, babyMabel (who both he and his parent’s adore). The AU is all art right now, butthe creator is eventually going to make a fic for it.

Fright Falls -

Mabel gets turned into a vampire.Dipper gets turnedinto a werewolf. The AU is their adventures as creatures of thesupernatural. There’s a lot of cool art for the AU.

ImmortalPines AU -

Immortal Pines is a comic where Bill kills Mabel and Dipper,only to realize that it wasn’t what he wanted. He brings the twins back to lifeand makes them immortal by infusing them with his power. This means that theyonly exist in the dreamscape. The AU is them trying to get back to normalbefore they become too much like Bill.  The artist is cool.

TwinDemons AU -

Mabel and Dipper are the Demons, while Bill ‘Billi’ is the12 year old human. Billi is an innocent, if lacking common sense, kid who’scome to Gravity Falls to stay with his Grunkle Stan. The twins are demons withbig plans that involve Billi, much to his horror.

BlindedAU 

The Society of the Blind Eye doesn’t wipe Dipper’s memoriesof the supernatural, they wipe all his memory.  The Society takes him in,indoctrinating him into their ways. Bill visits and uses Dipper as a spy. TheAU is an amnesic Dipper living with only the Society and Bill as company.

ApocalypseFalls 

Mabel’s decision in Not What He Seems has catastrophicdamage on Gravity Falls. The Shack is destroyed and many peopleundergo….changes: physical, mental, even death. Dipper gains wings whileMabel’s mind spirals into madness. The AU just got rebooted, so the story-lineis unknown at the moment.

  GravityRises -

Another swap AU, this time between personality and symbols.Mabel is Pine Tree, the intellectual and mystery obsessed twin. Dipper isShooting Star, the laid back and creative one. Stan and Ford switch. Pacificatakes Gideon’s role as Crescent Moon, the leader of the Order of the CrescentEye (Bill’s cult). She’s a sociopath and the main antagonist. Gideon takesPacifica’s role as Lone Wolf, the rich kid turned anti-hero. Terrifying withhis magic, even Bill is wary of Gideon. It’s a cool AU that’s very differentfrom the show even though it’s partially a personality swap.

Joseon AU -

An AU where Gravity Falls takes place in the Joseon Kingdomin Korea. Everyone wears traditional clothing of the time period and place ofthe Joseon Kingdom. The AU is mostly fan art.

Coven AU -

Mabel and Dipper are the apprentices of Grunkle Stan in awold where magic is common. Bill’s a magic cat.

GravityKeys  -

In this AU, Gravity Falls is set in Key West, Florida. Mabelhas a chicken instead of a pig, but other than that, most things stay the same.

ChurchAU -

It’s Gravity Falls, but in a church. Bill is a demon. Billis in the Church. Dipper is just so angry at Bill. Things don’t go well.

Kitten DipperAU -

Dipper finds a comb that has a cat shaped handle. When hebrushes his hair with it, he gets turned into a kitten! The AU is Dipper thecat.

CarnivàleFalls 

It’s the 1930s. Mabel and Dipper go to stay with theirGrunkle Stan at his traveling freak show. Gideon is a faith healer. The DustBowl is a problem.

SpyAU -

Stan and Ford are spys with Fiddleford building theirgadgets. They’re trying to take down the Cipher Organization.

CampCipher -

Gravity Falls, but as a summer camp. The teens arecounselors while all the kids are campers. Nice art.

Never Human AU 

Stanley Pines was stillborn, replaced with a Fae orChangeling. When in Fae mode, Stan had six glowing green eyes. There’s someangst of Stan learning to deal with the fact that he’s a monster and notactually related to his family. It’s later revealed that Dipper is also Fae,which really freaks him out. Mabel is super accepting, so everything turns outfine. It’s a really great AU with fantastic fics and art.

GhostStan AU -

Stan is a level 10 ghost. It’s awesome, and Stanley makes agreat ghost. There’s a lot of sad. Stan’s dead. The AU has a whole bunch offanfiction and fanart.

JomlAU/Grim AU -

Stanley befriends the Grim, omen of death. As soon as Ford finds out what Stan’s done he freaks out because, well, Stanley has the omen of death as his pet. Really cute and funny AU. Got some angst too though. Also, Stan makes his own journal.

Frankenstan AU -

Stanley dies pre-portal opening. Ford, being the idiot that he is, bring Stan back to life Frankenstein style with the help of Fiddleford. This includes digging up Stan’s body. It’s also got a mystery trio vibe going for it.