Okay Picture This: Peri, Dev, And Hazel Singing "girls Do What We Like" From Season 2 Of Gravity Falls

Okay picture this: Peri, Dev, and Hazel singing "girls do what we like" from season 2 of gravity falls and Dev getting really into it

Once Hazel managed to rope Dev into doing karaoke with her, when she found out his house had a surround sound system. They had fun! Peri is also singing too, but he's so small and the microphones so large, that it's rather hard to hear him.

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Crime Time!! With Cupcakes!

I did not originally intend to write more for the criminal au, especially not so soon. However! I was called to write this, so you all get to have Peri being picky for several hundred words!

Once again, this AU of an AU is by @cubbihue and all I'm giving of it are these snippets of silliness. Hope you enjoy!!

“Peri,” Ignored. “Peri.” Still nothing. “Peri!” This was starting to get annoying. “PERI!”

“What.” Peri deadpanned, looking over from his mostly eaten cupcake.

“I made you a sandwich. Please eat it.” Peri looked at the bread, meat, and cheese, all nicely stacked in a balanced meal that would probably be good for a human.

“No.” Mugsy groaned dramatically.

“I am begging you Peri. Eat the sandwich. You haven’t had anything but cake and ice cream for the past 24 hours and I’m worried you’re gonna die from malnutrition,”

“I’m not going to die,” Peri finished off his cupcake, licking the frosting off his fingers just to annoy Mugsy.

“You are and I’m not going to attend your funeral,” Peri flung an arm over his forehead.

“I can’t believe it! Abandoned by my only friend after falling into the throes of death!” Peri slipped down his chair, slowly disappearing from sight.

“It’s rather simple, Peri. Don’t. Die.” A plate was plopped down in front of the fairy. “Eat the sandwich.”

Peri pouted as he sat upright in his chair, pushing the plate away.

“I don’t want it.”

“Well, I don’t want you to die. And I don’t think you want to die either.” The two glared at each other.

“It doesn’t taste good.” Mugsy pinched the bridge of his nose.

“You haven’t even tried it yet,” He ground out, sounding for all the world like he was seconds away from just- shoving the sandwich down Peri’s throat himself.

“Well, I’ve seen it, and I don’t see anything I like on it.” Mugsy glanced at the sandwich before looking back to the stubborn man in front of him.

“What do you want then?”

“Another cupcake.” Peri smirked, eyes gleaming with sass and mischief.

“No.” Mugsy quickly turned around and grabbed the box of cupcakes that they had stolen earlier that day. “No more cupcakes. Eat the sandwich or you’re never seeing these cupcakes again.”

“What! How is that at all fair!” Peri whined, jumping out of his seat to try and get the cupcakes back.

“You haven’t eaten anything but sugar all day!” Mugsy held the cupcakes just out of reach. Peri made an attempt to climb his traitorous friend to reach the wonderful cupcakes. “Get off! You sugar fiend!”

“It’s basically bread! Let me have them!!”

The two ended up in a collapsed heap on the floor, the cupcake container skittering away in the fall.

“This is your fault.” Mugsy grumbled from under Peri.

“No! You tried to take the cupcakes. I was trying to defend them.” Peri huffed, sprawled out over his roommate.

“Peri. None of  this would have happened if you didn’t have the diet of a fiVE YEAR OLD!”

“So a kid can eat all the cupcakes they want but I can’t?”

“No. But if allowed to, they would. You, however, are a grown adult who should be able to eat other things,”

“I don’t want to eat other things,” Mugsy shoved Peri off of him and stood up. He grabbed Peri’s arm and tried to pull him to his feet. Peri went boneless.

“Are you just a toddler who got turned into an adult? That would explain so much about you,”

“Eh, close enough,” Peri said as he stood of his own accord, dusting himself off and turning away from Mugsy.

“What is that even supposed to mean?” Mugsy returned to the sandwich, the bread was probably getting stale at this point, and sighed. He grabbed the plate and turned around, hopefully to convince Peri that it was worth eating and- “PERI NO!” The fairy had already snatched the box of cupcakes and was running away, laughing maniacally as he did so.

Mugsy set the plate down once again and followed after his roommate at a leisurely pace. Peri was not very good at running.

As expected, Mugsy came across Peri once again sprawled on the floor, the cupcakes a good few feet away.

“You gonna eat the sandwich now?” Mugsy asked as he retrieved the cupcakes. Peri let out a frustrated groan that was muffled by the floor.

As it turned out, eating the sandwich was no longer a choice and Mugsy was serious about the no cupcakes thing. Peri suffered through the sandwich. It was dry and tasted salty and the bread was kinda stale too. Peri did not like sandwiches.

However, Mugsy did allow him another cupcake after he was done suffering, so it wasn’t all bad.

(nature au) you said that while dale dislikes dev using a cane in the house he doesn’t really care too much, but what if dev used a cane in public? i can’t imagine dale would be okay with that at all. he’d be pissed, like confiscate the cane kind of pissed

Originally the gag here was just going to be Dev clinging onto his dads arm for dear life while he shivers like a chihuahua but he is just. So small.. I couldnt get it to look reasonable

Bonus:

Does Timmy have any regrets about becoming a fairy? Does he ever wish he never done it? Or at least wait until he was older?

The closest Timmy's ever gotten to wishing he had never done it was when his wings were growing out. He immediately felt guilt when he remembered about Peri. Timmy doesn't believe in having regrets. The only way through is forward, and the only way out is up!

If presented with a redo, Timmy would do it all over in a heartbeat.

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[ASKED ARE CLOSED]

Popping in here to ask my first question! Far in the future do you think Timmy ever becomes a god parent?

At the moment, Timmy's pretty adamant against the idea. Not because of Da Rules, or the pressures of taking care of a human child, or anything. But because he fears Jorgen's exams.

It was scary enough being the Godchild in his post-license exams!! Imagine being the Fairy??? And needing to take the exams just to get the license???? No thank you <3

Maybe he'll change his mind after a thousand or so years!

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Bite-Sized: Lost Part 2

I forgot to post this on tumblr!! I'm so sorryyyy 😭😭😭

I'm planning on updating Bite-Sized some time soon, so I knew I had to catch it up on my tumblr

Here's the final part of B-S: Lost

Everything was white. Now, that wasn't an unusual statement, given that the brothers lived in Snowdin, but the white here felt... aggressive. Like it was waiting to each the child whole. Papy wasn't here either. The child gripped the tails of his scarf after he stumbled to his feet. He was wearing those dumb pink boots and feeling more than a bit foolish. The Underground was very small and it wasn't easy to get lost. Unless you got to close to Temmie Village. He always got lost around Temmie Village. Luckily, there was a very simple trick for finding your way around Snowdin. Just walk! Eventually you'll hit a path, or tree, or monster, or even the walls of the Underground! Or wind up outside of Snowdin, but it wasn't that hard to just go back in.

So the small skeleton child started to wander. Deeper and deeper he went into the nothingness. He didn't know how much time was passing, or even if it was. The more he walked, the more he feared he had left the Underground entirely. If worst came to worst, Papy would find him and he'd be grounded until the barrier was broken. The boy shook his head and continued forward. No, he'd find his way back home. He'd done it hundreds of times before.

--

"dude. i'm telling you, boss speaks in capitals. he's totally the papyrus of him and dream."

"the hell? no he doesn't. both him and dream just have normal monster speak. they don't even have specific fonts." Dust cuffed Killer on the head.

"dream said that he didn't speak like that until after ink found him. so nighty is the paps," The Sans puffed out his chest as if he had just spilled some great secret of the multiverse. Dust groaned.

"you don't even talk to dream,"

"well, dream told ink, and ink told error. error told me."

"ink's memory cannot be trusted." Dust growled out. The two stopped walking when they came across a splash of black in an otherwise barren wasteland of white. "speaking of ink," Killer stared at the spot of paint that had clearly once been a portal. "where do you think he went?"

"knowing him? probably off on some adventure with "broomie" or some shit." That got a laugh out of Dust. "hey, you think he's still around?" Dust shrugged. "if he is and i catch him-"

"no."

"but-"

"no." Dust sighed. "last time i made a bet with you, i was doing your chores for a month," The shorter skeleton glared. Killer wore a too-wide grin that promised only mischief.

"it'll be different this time, honest," He held one hand over his heart and another in the air. Dust huffed and shoved past him. "if i find him, you owe me a set of knives from that market au, the one with the giants. and if i don't, i hop over to that little alchemist au you like so much and get you... um..."

"if it's the ingredients for napalm, again, i'm torching your room,"

"i'll get you the stuff for those smoke bombs you're always making crossy," Killer stuck his hand out. Dust looked at it warily before finally deciding to shake it. Killer whooped and ran off. Dust shook his head. Missions with Killer were always something. He was loud and obnoxious, but also highly effective in battle. Though he has a horrible habit of not looking before he leaps. Cross and Nightmare were both far better mission partners, and Epic when the guy was around. But because Nightmare was a literal deity and Cross himself was a highly trained guard, as well as an out code, they went on solo missions more often than not.

--

Killer hadn't expected Dust to follow him. He was probably the laziest of the Sanses that Nightmare kept around. If he could avoid walking, he would. And it wasn't like Dust was the one looking for Ink.

Staring down at the small child, Killer was kind of wishing he had dragged Dust with him.

"sooo," Killer started, grabbing the kid's attention. His face was... off-putting, to say the least. The gaping hole on top and glowing red eyelight was starting to freak Killer out, just a little bit. Not that he'd ever tell anyone. Besides, this was a kid, what's the worst that could happen. The kid looked up, tilting his head in a puppy-like manner. "whatcha doin' out here on your own?" The kid fiddled with his scarf tails. Oh man. Killer really hoped he hadn't lost his Papyrus. "lookin' for your bro?" The child regarded the question for a moment before nodding. "cool. cool." There was a moment of silence. "you got a name?" No response. "know how you got here?" Still nothing. Killer was betting on the bugger having fallen through Ink's portal. Or maybe he was just an outcode. At least he was on the right track. Maybe. Killer was sorely tempted to abandon the child, a perfect set of knives was on the line here. Worst came to worst, he could just pick the child up on his way back. So he left without any moral qualms.

Dust, on the other hand, had been slowly following Killer, not trusting him to not do something stupid. He was far behind the target-souled Sans, but Killer stopped long enough for Dust to have nearly caught up. Which means he saw the idiot up and leave the kid. Dust quickened his pace and approached the child.

"hey buddy," Dust said softly, kneeling to be on the child's level. "you doing okay?" The kid looked back to where Killer had gone. "don't mind him. i'm dust." Dust stuck out a hand. The kid shook it. His hands were so small and felt fragile and flaky, almost like he had been starved. "what's your name?" There was a moment of silence.

"h-horror?" The kid, Horror, sounded uncertain. Dust couldn't correct the kid, he didn't know if his name was Sans or even something else entirely.

"well horror, do you mind if i pick you up? i gotta catch up to my friend before he goes and does something dumb," Horror giggled and nodded. Dust gently scooped the child into his arms and tried to ignore just how light he was. Horror yawned and snuggled into Dust's scarf, eyes fluttering shut. Dust smiled at the kid before turning to where Killer had disappeared to and frowned. That bastard had a lot to answer for.