It Would Be Nice To Know At What Point, Modern Family And Good Omens Became My Comfort Shows, Because

I’d been wanting to create my own AU for a while. It took me some time to decide which of all my ideas to focus on first, but I eventually went with this one because it felt like something I hadn’t explored before. And personally, I *love* stories where a character is accidentally de-aged. *Gravity Falls* has so many characters you can have fun with when it comes to that concept.

Lately, I’ve had a bit of a soft spot for McGucket, and I’ve basically been devouring every fanfic and fanart I can find of him—so I couldn’t resist making him the protagonist of this AU.

Here’s the premise: in this universe, during the episode *“The Legend of the Gobblewonker”*, McGucket stumbles across a strange mushroom growing inside the cave behind the waterfall. The spores from this mushroom have rejuvenating properties, which causes Fiddleford to turn back into a 13-year-old—retaining only the memories he had at that age.

With no idea what to do, Dipper, Mabel, and Soos decide to take a very confused Fiddleford to the lake shore and try to explain what happened. Fiddleford, of course, doesn’t believe a word of it and runs off the moment he sets foot on dry land.

It only takes him a day to realize he’s on the other side of the country… and that it’s the year 2012. Naturally, he doesn’t take it very well.

Dipper and Mabel eventually find him and offer him a place to stay. At first, they sneak him into the Mystery Shack every night behind Stan’s back—but Stan doesn’t take long to figure it out and just lets Fiddleford stay, as long as he helps out around the Shack with Dipper and Mabel.

Fiddleford ends up having an amazing summer, joining the twins on most of their adventures.

Meanwhile, Tate McGucket is losing his mind over his father’s sudden disappearance.

i love this

I hate Alastor squad

I just had the funniest head canon of Lucifer going to meet Vox to help Charlie with advertisiment or something (maybe some silly ducks related things idk) and while talking being like "yeah I just wanna help my precious daughter but that radio demon what an asshole am I right?" And Vox literally tearing with joy because someone finally understands him (the king of hell himself) and so starting this crazy tantrum about hating Alastor while Lucifer is like: 🤨

Until he casually mentions that he's been away for 7 YEARS and Lucifer gasps in realisation connecting all the dots. He really hates Alastor now.

Celebrating my bday (yesterday lol) by announcing that I’m finally working on my human huskerdust AU again!! It’ll be a while before I update cause I want to be able to make the uploads a daily thing!

so my mother always tends to have new ideas for au's which is sometimes a bit annoying because I can't work in one au without having an idea for another, but coming to the point, what do you think about this idea? basically it would be some kind of roleswap but with martin whitly and harry watling just imagine this harry is the serial killer who has 23 victims to his name, martin on the other hand just blamed himself for edincott's death which was actually caused by Ainsley, so we have this murderous vicar and we have this surgeon who has never actually killed anyone but has dedicated himself to saving people.

Don't worry, I totally understand, I am... constantly making up new ideas, which makes it so hard to focus on anything involving my previous ones haha.

Hmmmm, so a while ago I saw a post where someone commented on how it's possible that they events we saw in the show of Harry were all told from his perspective, trying to make himself seem like such an innocent person in order to, ya know, not be guilty for kidnapping and all that, while he's talking to the one guy on death row.

This has me thinking that maybe he does this here too, pretends he never did those murders, they have the wrong person or he was just in the wrong place at the wrong time, he never did what he did. Come on, he's a vicar, well respected and loved by his community, how could he have ever done such horrible killings?

And Martin, hoo boy, taking the blame like Malcolm did, that would play so heavily on his mind. A constant reminder that there is blood on his hands, even if he didn't actually hold the weapon.

Fascinating... I rather like this, it has potential!

I just needed to draw Stan in my style, I'm still struggling with keeping a consistent style with him but he's getting better.

Idk if u are still doing two character prompts, but what about Cogsworth and Belle?

“Happy Father’s Day, Cogsworth.” She grins at him. Dirt is smudged across her cheek; she’s been trawling in the castle garden—pulling out weeds that could survive even the breaking of a curse—and holds cabbages in her hands like they are bouquets of flowers. Dust crumbles across his dignified brown front.

“I’m not sure why you would say so—I’m not a father for anything, nor ever hoped to be.” He tries to brush himself down, but the soil cakes his buttons. Belle’s attempts to help leave patchy brown stains on his gold braid.

“Really? Because I was digging through Adam’s old things yesterday, and I thought there might have been a trace or two there. Who was that correcting his history papers, and giving him far too easy marks on his bad grammar? Honestly, I never saw someone for getting so mixed between past and present tense.”

The old man is blushing. “I never saw the point of going hard on the boy.”

“And that antique top—who gave him that? It had an English watermark on it, I saw. And gold braid ties on all his plush animals, little bow ties, like I’ve only seen on one man.”

“The bow ties were NOT my idea!” He is all offended dignity. “Lumiere did all the tying. I only, er, supplied the cording…and corrected it afterward, when the fellow did it all slapdash. It made him happy…the prince loved that little stuffed lion, you know, the one we put two bows on; and he never minded just a small—just a small, you understand—just a small amount of imaginary balls…”

“So you CAN deserve to have a happy Father’s Day,” Belle says. She grins at his softened face. “I told Lumiere so. You did half the work, at least, or that’s what he said—”

“Half?! Only half?!” Cogsworth puffs. “But who laid out the tablecloths, eh? Who supplied the butter biscuits at every tea party of the boy’s? Did he say I only did half? Half, my aunt’s pajamas….I was by that boy day and night! I raised him as my own!”

“Ah,” says Belle, “I wondered. I thought, you know, you might never see yourself as a father.”

“I don’t, not quite.” He wonders when he took them cabbages from her, and when he started helping her carry them inside. (Oh, but who minds, anyway—the girl probably needed a hand.) “But you’ll forgive me for thinking I deserve SOME credit—oh, that Lumiere, the nerve of him.”

“I suppose he’ll never hear the end of it. Oh, by the way—Adam wants you; his grammar is all over again, and he could use you to look over his latest letter to the ambassador before he sends it off—”

“Of course, of course—never could find his way around a past tense,” says Cogsworth, and trundles off again, dust still down his front and gold buttons shining through soil. He still holds a cabbage. But it doesn’t really matter—the boy needs his help.

Belle smiles as she returns to her garden. Some things the curse can never break—and love and weeds are among them.

i just created a whole new blog just to ramble on david tennat and michael sheen, yeah but they deserve it

Local scientist enters the Olympics without any equipment nor protections

Gets a silver medal

Refuses to elaborate further

Leaves

post-curse BATB headcanon

the enchantress’s magic spreads farther than anybody guessed, least of all her

following the curse, things are…..well, they’re joyous, obviously. They’re beautiful. They’re glad, and new, and full of sunlight. But also, sometimes….

Plumette wonders if Lumiere has gotten a little taller. Not a lot, not tremendously so—just an inch or two. It might be the new heels he bought as soon as he could, but she doesn’t quite think so.

Lumiere thinks Plumette’s hair might have gotten curlier, her skin a little softer. No, he thinks, that cannot be quite right, time was frozen during the spell, non? And yet—ohhh, she is as good to him as ever, what does it matter, she is radiant as always, with or without the extra locks.

Cogsworth sees Mrs. Potts moving around the kitchen and thinks, now, didn’t she used to have a touch of the gout in that one leg? And yet there she walks now, as she did when we first met almost thirty years ago. I must have a cog wrong, somewhere, thinks Cogsworth.

He could not always play with his eyes entirely closed, could he, her darling Cadenza? surely he was not so supernatural as that? Garderobe looks at him again and sees his eyes shut, his fingers flying over a passage she knows he shouldn’t know. Something has grown better with his fingers in the time he wasn’t using them. Magia.

Chapeau never says much, but he sees that Cogsworth’s back does not hurt him so anymore. It’s like a gear has shifted and released some spring he didn’t know he had.

Mrs. Potts knows Chapeau should not be that strong—yet he lifts Chip easily, now, as easily as if he were just a cup. Yet before—he’s a skinny man, Mr. Chapeau, I don’t know where he got that from. Mrs. Potts gets herself a cup of tea and thinks about it, crossing her two perfectly fine feet without another thought.

Cadenza notices no difference. His amore is as beautiful as ever, and the only magia he’s privy to is when she chooses to sing for him.

Headcanon that even though Toshinori is weak, he’s fast. That razor sharp gaze never slowed, his reflexes haven’t dulled with age or illness.

Everyone forgets this, of course. How could they not? He’s a different person nowadays, even though he really, actually isn’t. people know that he’s All Might, but they look at him and honestly see a completely unrelated person. He’s separate. He’s not the same.

So it’s only natural that sometimes they kind of, sorta, almost forget. Forget that he was the strongest hero of his time, that he could and did change the weather with only a swing of his powerful fist. That his mere existence kept crime and violence at a historical low, ushering in the longest era of peace since quirks dawned.

Oh sometimes though, sometimes, they’ll get a reminder. Bakugou will throw a pen at the back of his head in class when the man is turned around lecturing and Toshinori, without pausing for breath, without even a hitch in his perfect script, will snatch it out of the air and have it hurdling back even faster and so, so much harder before they know what happened. The class notices, and takes turns testing it on occasion. They forget the least of all, and Midoriya, he never does.

He’s sturdy, too. Toshinori may pay a higher tribute to a willow tree than his own youth nowadays, but he doesn’t get knocked on the ground. It’s something in his unbreakable stance, how he still holds himself like a 300 lb immovable object, like he forgets that his body has changed. The other teachers see this and realize that in his prime, All Might wasn’t always standing due to strength, but sheer insurmountable skill.

I like to think that rarely, during administrative meetings, Toshinori will begin speaking in his thundering voice like a leader again, slipping into that persona when he needs to be firm, and the other pros will go cold with the reminder. Subconsciously they will bend their opinions under that voice, instinctually following it like they did in times past.

Kind hearted, cold blooded Toshinori Yagi.