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.
they have my whole heart
Fiddleford is having the wildest summer of his life.
Wax figures coming to life, ghosts, clones, and gnomes are just a few of the things he’s seen in Gravity Falls.
But there’s a mystery way bigger than the town’s usual weirdness that’s been haunting Fiddleford’s mind.
What happened to his future self to end up as the town loon? Why did he end up living in Oregon? What happened to his family? And if he turns back into an adult… will he become the town loon again?
The questions won’t leave him alone—and sometimes, scattered fragments of his adult memories sneak into his mind.
Fiddleford wants answers. And he plans to find them.
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.
if you mischaracterize ford for the sake of making a good plot or just because your understanding of ford as a character is a bit warped then thats a bit of a shame, but i’d still read it. ‘he would not fucking say that’ i say, continuing to happily read along anyways
if you mischaracterize stan for any reasons i throw my phone at the wall, i click out of the fic, an angel loses its wings, i start writing even more fanfiction to counter balance you, etc etc
ford being uncharacteristically awful? unrealistic but i can get down with this for funsies. stan being uncharacteristically awful? we’re done here.
Here we go, a speck of sherman pines art between the hyperfixtions of greek gods and space ninjas.
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.
ten more points if it turns out that aziraphale goes viral after crowley convinces him to do a podcast talking about books
what about a universe where during the pandemic crowley just decided to start streaming because he was bored so just imagine this guy who looks like he's in his forties suddenly shows up and makes all these jokes about being 6000 years old and also he's fucking good at racing games (except mario kart somehow aziraphale always beats crowley in mario kart)
fords little crush
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mabel: you like fidd?? ford: WAIT- NO- I JUST- ford: that was for... someone else.... mabel: my time... has come... - mabel: Lets talk romance!!! _ mabel: oh hi stan! you should be here too! stan: NO-
Sometimes I wonder what path Cedric would've taken if he had a real choice
If you're taking prompts, here's a shitty shitty headcanon/au type thing that I've always had a soft spot for. WHAT IF, post curse, all the servants (and maybe Adam idk) found that they could change back and forth from their cursed forms at will. At first when they figure it out no one ever does it because ANGST and SADNESS but eventually they all use it for hide and seek and stupid shit
dude ive been holding off posting this just cuz i love it so much but i wanted u to know that i see it and i love it and I WANNA WRITE IT SO BAD
This blog will probably be focused in any hyperfixation that I have at the moment (main blog @pashfoxx)
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