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Pi mo helping Stan out of trouble? Or something with Never Human AU! Do you stick to the whole "faeires get burned by iron" thing?

That time Stan accidentally cast his spirit out of his body and Pi had to possess it, so other certain things with less good intentions wouldn’t be able to take over it.

And to the NH AU Q - Yep, though if it’s the changeling in their human form its more like an allergic reaction (but also depends on the mental state of the fae. could be minor or intense) and in full fae form iron burns them (btw you know that symbol that got burned into Stan’s back. Well i got the idea that because the metal was hot and had iron properties, it’s the reason why the burn never healed properly ;A;).

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

Correction

Here’s my angst-riffic fic for the anniversary. Fair warning: it ends on a cliffhanger and the second part may not be out for a while. 

Read on Fanfiction.Net [here] and on AO3 [here]

It was supposed to be a summoning just like any other.

It wasn’t.

Part 1: Dipper

It was a fairly ordinary night in for the Pines family. Henry was out for the weekend at some kind of librarians’ convention, and Mabel was grocery shopping (and with seven people to feed and one of them a demon, long trips to the grocery store were common), which left Dipper and Stan to watch the kids.

So, naturally, they’d summoned Dipper to the physical plane with a bag of lollipops and were playing Monopoly.

Technically, Dipper was only the banker, because house rules said that no one with omniscience could have a pawn, but that rule said nothing about auctioning off hints or specified rolls of the dice to whoever offered the most candy in return.

One far-too-easily-purchased Park Place and a couple trips to Jail later and the game had devolved into more of a shouting-and-auctioning match with the occasional throw of the dice, but the kids weren’t running wild over the entire house, so Dipper considered it a success.

Of course, it wouldn’t have been a weekend night at the Pines house without a summoning.

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Do Henry or the Triplets ever manage to have time travel adventures?

“So.”

Ugh. Acacia hated when Hank used that tone on her.

Hank pushed his glasses up on his nose. 

“You think it’s a good idea to go with this weird guy-”

“Blendin Blenjamin Blandin!”

“-the weird guy who accidentally killed Time Baby.”

“I did not kill Time Baby, Time Baby did not die and further more-”

Hank shot Blandin a look he totally stole from Dad. Acacia was surprised that it worked.

“Anyway, you think it’s a good idea to go with him to, what was it?”

“GLOBNOR!!!!!”

Mom mentioned Blandin having a mute button, why didn’t she say where it was? 

“Come on Hank!” she pleaded. “Remember all the games Mom and Uncle Dipper mentioned? The lightcycle races? The hot dog eating contests? Testing your mettle against monsters from across the galaxy? Five dimensional chess? Doesn’t that sound cool?”

“It sounds dangerous,” Willow finally chimed in, plopped in her bean bag chair and reading a magazine.

Acacia huffed. “Okay, doesn’t it sound fun?”

Hank shook his head. “For two seconds until you remember that Mom and Dad would ground us forever.” 

Willow looked up from her magazine at Acacia with a slightly vacant stare. Acacia tried not to squirm. When Willow looked at people like that…she usually was seeing things that people didn’t want her to see.

Finally, Willow looked back down and flipped a page. “I think your version of fun is different from ours Caci.”

Time for the big guns. “Don’t either of you want a time wish? That’s, that’s a big fucking deal right?”

Hank snorted. “Our uncle is a demon. Why do we need a time wish?” 

Not looking up from her article, Willow said, “Look, just admit you want to get into a fight, and you’ll be a lot happier.”

“I- what?” What? That was totally not the reason. Not at all! Acacia couldn’t believe that her own sister said that.

“Are any of you coming?” Blendin asked.

“Unlike these boring babies, I am!” Acacia looked at her siblings to see if her sick burn landed, and was disappointed to see neither of them were looking at her.One last chance. “Aren’t you all worried about me going off on my own?”

Hank was fishing under his bed for something. “I’m worried about the massive grounding you’re going to get.”

Willow finished her magazine, and leaned over to get another one from the pile. “I’m worried you’re going to come back covered in other people’s blood.” 

“That is a highly specific concern!” Blendin said, completely unnecessarily. 

Acacia rolled her eyes. “Whatever, let’s just go.”

(she had never had more fun, never felt more alive. And when Uncle Dipper finally appeared to get her, she had no idea why her saying that made him turn ghost pale.

Willow was right. She did have blood all over her darnit.)

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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long overdue for @marypsue

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“I’m glad you came out Grunkle Ford.”

Ford smiled. “Well it’s not every day my favorite niece gets married.”

Mabel pumped her fist. “YES! I AM THE PRIME NIECE!”

He opened his mouth to remind her that they needed to be careful about the gnomes in this part of the forest, then remembered that Mabel not only perfected gnome deflection techniques, she apparently was on a quiz bowl team with Schmebulock at the Skull Fracture. 

They walked in comfortable silence for awhile. Ford pointed out some plaidypus tracks that they followed for awhile before conceding defeat; though how a bright red monotreme could disappear in the forest boggled Ford’s mind. Mabel took perhaps a little too much pleasure at nodding and waving at a passing unicorn herd, who ran screaming in terror away from her. 

Finally, when they had stopped at a little brook- to take notes and go wading- Mabel said, “So you know Dipper is Henry’s best man, right?”

Ford was proud of himself- he didn’t look up, didn’t stop taking notes, and his voice didn’t waver when he said, “Either you or Stan had mentioned it to me, yes.”

“Oh, okay, good. Just wanted to make sure you weren’t surprised or anything.”

Ford sighed. “Mabel, if you are worried about me creating a scene or starting any unpleasantness at your wedding, I can assure you that I am capable of not only being civil, but I’ve had extensive experience controlling inappropriate emotional responses.”

Mabel arched an eyebrow at him. 

Okay, he deserved that one. 

“Hey, I think I saw one of those salamanders you were looking for-” She bent over to start digging in the water. As Mabel sifted through the pebbles, she went on. “I know you won’t cause a fuss Grunkle Ford. It’s enough that you’re here this weekend.”

“I…” He didn’t know what to say. Finally, he managed a weak, “I’m just so busy, and you know the boat doesn’t get good reception.”

“FOUND ONE- poot, no that was a leaf. And no, you’re not busy. Well, I mean you are, but really you’re just avoiding Dipper, which means by extension you’re avoiding Stan and me.” A loud splash as Mabel overturned a large rock. “But I get it.”

He was frozen in place, as Mabel rooted in the mud to look for the seven tailed salamanders that lived in this brook. 

“What happened to Dipper; it can be as hard on us as it is on him. And not everyone is capable with dealing with it. It took me awhile to accept that but now I get it. I know you still love us both. You’re here, you’re not like, throwing weird holy water at Dipper or anything like that.” 

She stood up, now covered up to her shoulders in mud. “Since it’s just us out here, I just wanted to say thank you. I know it probably took a lot for you to come, and I appreciate it.”

The invitation sat on his table unopened for a week, and when he had the gumption to actually open it, it took another three days to pull the letter out, and of course he didn’t talk to Stan for two weeks because that would have meant addressing the matter and-

“I found one!” Two calloused hands suddenly appeared in front of his face, a multi limbed reptile squirming in them. 

Ford looked up at the smiling face of his grand-niece, accepting and completely without any guile.

He hadn’t felt this empty in a long time.