S&P Approved

S&P Approved

For @anahhzp​! They requested something with Ian and they have such a warm inviting art style I wanted to write something cute to match it. Partly inspired by a suggestion posted to the main blog by @uovoc​ 

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From: Standards & Practices Cartoon Division <S&P@dismay.com>

To: Ian Beale <bealei@dismay.com>

Subject: Revisions for Episode 257-494

Sent: 20:00

Dear Mr. Beale,

Going over the script and boards for the next episode we have three edits to make. As follows:

Mizar may refer to the character at min. 7 as “Butt-trumpet” or make fart sounds at the sight of him. Doing both is too vulgar for the network.

Please remove all summoning circles from the backgrounds of Mizar’s home. Children may imitate them and subsequently summon demons.

At min34 sec1-30 character Wendala holds a sign for a party including the words “bottles will be spun”. The flyer must be changed because of its inappropriate implications.

Please submit all changes by five on Friday.

Sincerely,

Simon Lorwin

Standards and Practices Division 7

From: Ian Beale <bealei@dismay.com>

To: Standards & Practices Cartoon Division <S&P@dismay.com>

Subject: RE:  Revisions for Episode 257-494

Sent: 01:42

Dear S&P,

Attached are the files with the changes to the boards for episode 257-494.

- Instead of Mizar calling the character out as a total Butt-Trumpet Alcor will instead remind them they are going to die alone.

- All summoning circles have been replaced with summoning rhombuses.

That said I don’t see a problem with the party flyer. Could you be more specific?

- Ian

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I am slowly indoctrinating @ancientouroboros in the TAU fandom (one of us! one of us!) and this headcanon came out of it:

- when the Library is just starting out, Stan writes a bunch of ‘ancient magickal texts’ because the real thing are either hard to get one’s hands on, prohibitively expensive, or don’t exist. Also, the one thing he’s really good at is faking supernatural baloney, and he has to keep his hand in when the Mystery Shack goes under.

- (Soos usually gets them off the shelves before scholars and researchers find them. Usually.)

- But it doesn’t matter if Soos misses one or two, because everything Stan makes up and writes down about magic is true. Even the most ridiculous bullshit, like ‘duck feathers are really good for increasing your ability to solve mysteries’. It’s like a curse. Stan hates it, and hates even more that people have started looking at him as an expert on magic in the post-Transcendence world. 

- (Well, okay, so that part means he gets to lord it over Ford a bit, so maybe he doesn’t hate that part all that much.)

- As it turns out (when Ford sits down and studies the phenomenon to try to figure out just how his brother manages to be right about every single thing that he makes up off the top of his head, when Ford himself has been researching post-Transcendence anomalies for years and still hasn’t even published a single article, Stanley -), Stan isn’t describing things that are already true, he is actually writing new magic into existence.

- This is happening because he is ¼ secret witch on his mother’s side, and standing right next to a Demon Magic Explosion only made it worse.

- Now Stan has to be very, very careful what he promises customers 

- and he hates it 

- so much.

Alcor doesn’t know why Maddie greats Toby with a hug every time he come’s (home) over. He definitely didn’t tell her that how you greet your brother. No what could have given you that impression. She probably learned it a school. Yes, school that makes sense. Right.

the sarcasm in this post gives mod s life

The Transcendence AU has eaten my brain, so here, have a ficlet.

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Mabel’s sitting in the middle of several heaps of clothing tossed into and over an open suitcase, trying to decide whether to pack her day-glo green sweater with the fluffy white cat and the slogan “Are You Kitten Me?” or the pink-and-purple striped sweater with the pattern of bright yellow shooting stars, when her brother falls unceremoniously out of thin air face-down into a pile of clothes right in front of her. Mabel watches for a moment to see if he’ll move, and when he doesn’t, she reaches out to give his shoulder a shake.

The instant her hand makes contact with his shoulder, Dipper groans and rolls over, bobbing up out of the pile of clothes to hover in midair. Mabel frowns at the way random patches of inky black, patterned with sizzling gold lines, appear and dissolve over her twin’s small form. That’s weird, too - he hardly ever appears as a twelve-year-old these days, preferring to look the same age as she is. “Are you all right?”

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In his career as a paranormal educator, Dipper publishes a book, perhaps a layperson's guide to interacting with the paranormal safely and ethically. Its dedication: "To Grunkle Ford, without whose intellect I would not have this knowledge to share, and to Grunkle Stan, without whose courage I would not be alive to share it."

This is perfect and all the mods are squeeing

Two people walk into the hospital.

(there is something to be said about being induced and not having to live out fifty ‘woman in labor’ cliches is one of them).

The woman has her hair done in a million tiny braids and is wearing a sweater emblazoned with a massive explosion and the words “READY TO POP!”. She’s not walking so much as she is waddling with purpose, and looks, for lack of a better term, like a big grape stuck through a toothpick. Her face is painted- literally- in red glitter paint.

(“It’s my battle face!”)

The man next to her is somehow even more noticeable. A few months ago, that wouldn’t have been the case; usually it was the laugh beat of ‘tall guy short girl’ before looking back at Mabel.

Even now there was no real reason to stare at the man, not when the woman next to him had started letting out Xena yells. Yes he was rather tall, and crowned with an impressive mass of curly red hair. But he is dressed rather plain in comparison to his wife- black jeans, a long black collared shirt, with black boots and belt. Nothing out of the ordinary, no reason for people to conspicuously get as far out of the way from the couple as humanly possible, and yet-

(a weight on the air, like a great and terrible storm is rolling in, and eyes in a blue that is not usually human standard, and above all, the force of will that keeps everything in check…)

They check in, Stan and Dipper following behind them carrying bags of fast food- even though both Mabel and Henry had explained that this was only going to be three or four hours as opposed to nine or twelve.

Dipper has brought his Switcheroo, his laptop, and four books. Stan has a pack of cards.

Henry looks at Mabel, who shrugs. Three hours is a long time after all.

(it’s not, really)

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