#oreramar

Y’know, it really depends on the canon material. For example, I would much rather see a swords/sorcery spin on HTTYD, but for Harry Potter, spaceships and aliens.

In general, I do tend to lean towards swords/sorcery I think, but I prefer a modern twist to it if possible.

 “I wanted a place to shove all my Dungeons and Dragons stuff, so here...”

For the record, had I worked Luch into this campaign instead of rolling up something new, I would definitely have asked if we could have built a minor backstory where Luch already knew and regarded Lore as an honorary older family member. It could've been funny to come up with Luch's reaction to Danamar adopting himself into the 'family' as such.

Muse concept completely reworked. I like this better than my old (old old old) design (essentially a human who looked rather like myself, but with wings XP). She lives in a forest lit by hundreds of thousands of lanterns. She keeps these lit and also tends to the books kept on shelves and plinths throughout the wood.

They had only been on Lake Gravity Falls for twenty minutes,the Stan o’ War drifting listlessly across the surface, but that was all thetime needed for Stan to realize that this trip was a terrible idea.

The kids had been moved back in for two weeks now, butnothing seemed to have gotten better. Inwardly Stan winced at that. One kid ademon, and the other taking the brunt of that; how could he even use that word,better? But yeah. Mabel… hadn’t done much of anything. She ate, she slept, shehelped in the Shack but that was it. He hadn’t seen her touch a needle or a penor a glue gun the past two weeks. Had barely heard but twenty words out of hermouth a day since he had picked her up from the bus station. Hell, she wasbumming out the rubes the way she sat behind the register, though Stan wouldrather slit his own throat than ever say that to her.

He looked at Mabel, hands trailing in the water, fishingpole abandoned, not even squealing for joy as a troop of pixies skidded anddanced across the surface of the lake. Sixteen… she and Dipper had celebratedtheir birthday about a month before he got a phone call from California.Sixteen and that wasn’t much younger than he was when his father threw him outon the street. Wasn’t much younger than he was when he drove away from his homefor the last time with only twenty dollars in his pocket and not even a fulltank of gas. Mabel… and Dipper, Dipper too- they both still had parents thatloved them, parents who called every other night to see how they were doing(calls that Mabel took in stony near silence, calls followed by an earlybedtime.) Parents who had listened to Mabel’s proposition, parents who sentmoney to support their children at his house, parents who knew when to lettheir children go.

Was it better to have left in disgrace, Stan thought, orwith love and understanding?

As for Dipper… Stan sighed. The kid was a demon, literally,and there was no getting around it. He didn’t want to treat Dipper like hisparents had, didn’t want to be scared of his goddamn nephew. But having Dipperliving with him had been more difficult than Stan had expected. It was onething to hear from Mabel and to see during holidays that Dipper needed to besummoned onto this plane in order to see him, and another to actually live withit. Mabel was strung tighter than Ma sometimes, with the amount of playingTelephone she had to do. And there had been a hundred other little things aswell, things he was supposed to deal with better because Stan knew betterand-

A brush of cold air on his neck. Oh yeah. The kid could tellwhat he was feeling now; Dipper used some fancy shmancy word to describe it butthis whole thing was hard enough to talk about for Stan as it was. Stan triedto calm himself down, tried to focus on only his fishing rod and the bob of hisline in the water. Focus on the fish and not his niece who looked half ready tothrow herself in or a nephew who he couldn’t even see at all.

Having them come here was supposed to make things better.Having his kids here was supposed to fix them, supposed to make them…Stanwasn’t fool enough to think ‘happy’ but at least a little better than before.

He didn’t want to break the most important relationships inhis life, not again.

There was a sniff from Mabel’s side of the boat, a sniffthat not even new and improved homemade fishing buddy hats (Dipper had gottenas best of a top hat as Stan could contrive) could keep away.

Okay. His sniveling wasn’t fixing anything. Maybe this triphadn’t gotten off to a good start but he’d be damned if it would keep on beingso damn gloomy. This shit, his kids… this wouldn’t get better just by wishingand hoping and farting around. Like all good things, Stan was going to have towork for it.

He threw an arm around Mabel, startling her.

“Hey, I don’t want to see any long faces on this boat! You’regoing to cheer up damnit, even if I have to bring out the joke book.”

“You didn’t pack it Grunkle Stan,” Mabel pointed out, butwith a little more life in her voice than she had had in the last few weeks. Heraised his eyebrows at her.

“Oh I didn’t eh?” He reached for his tacklebox and pulledout a drawer, revealing an old and stained copy of the joke book. Stan grinnedat her. “Why don’t you call that brother of yours on the boat; I’ll give him afish or something.”

Mabel cocked her head, listening at the air, then said “Dippersays give him the bag of gummy worms under your hat you weren’t going to shareand you have a deal.”

“Sheesh kid, way to screw me over,” Stan grumbled, but hewhipped out the bag and tossed it to the area where Dipper was fading intoview.

Maybe things weren’t perfect, maybe it’d take time to get toa new kind of normal. But for now, Mabel was smiling, a small one but still asmile, and Dipper was gagging and complaining that his nose could really smell dead fish now and it wascompletely disgusting, and there was a tug on his line. Things weren’t perfect,but hell.

Acacia: Instagram. You know that girl loves her filters. She’s also constantly going through art making apps. Key word being constantly because none of them are ever quite good enough for her.

Hank: He has a little piano app on his phone that he loves; it’s all the fun of a real piano but in his pocket and cheaper! And when he gets frustrated with a lack of apps that interest him, he gets on his computer and starts coding and programming and brainstorming.

Ooh, good one!

30:A song that reminds you of yourself

“Runs in the Family” and “Bigger on the Inside” by Amanda Palmer, one song represents the madness that can infect our dynamics, and the other is about being sensitive and softie against pain.

The first song, “Runs in the Family,” talks about what we inherit in the blood and in the psyche, how scary and frustrating it can be to have drama and genetics weigh on you. I included it in the Easter Special because that song got it on how I was feeling with my issues. Those issues have only worsened, and I’m comforted that Amanda Palmer gets it.

Trick or Treat: Tell me about the greatest prank you've ever pulled?

HA! I’ve pulled a few in my day, but I think the most memorable one is when I got my roommate to believe that, while she was gone for the weekend, her ex drove two hours (from his college to ours) to try to talk her back into dating him. It doesn’t sound crazy, I know, but her reaction was fantastic given the long, drawn out, turbulent break up that took up the better part of the year. She got herself worked up into calling her mother in a rage before my other roommate told her the truth. Then she spent the next hour on the floor laughing. Her face went from one shade of red to another. Emotional pranks.

The first character I first fell in love with: 

I’m a sucker for protagonists, so I’ll say Steven. He’s just such. Such a cinnamon bun.

The character I never expected to love as much as I do now: 

GODDAMN PERIDOT. She’s not my favorite. She’s not even on the top five list. But. I certainly did not expect to like her.

The character everyone else loves that I don’t: 

I guess Jasper? I don’t know. I don’t know that everybody else loves Jasper, just that some people do. (shrugs)

The character I love that everyone else hates: 

I have no idea. Do I love somebody that everybody else hates? Due to the backlash from Sworn to the Sword, I suppose it would be Pearl?

The character I used to love but don’t any longer:

What blasphemy is this. No.

The character I would totally smooch: 

In a very very very platonic “you are goddamn adorable children” on the forehead way, Steven and Connie. They’re wonderful. I love them.

The character I’d want to be like: 

Hmm. Greg, in a way--he’s hardworking, he loves Steven, he does what he can for him. Greg is amazing.

The character I’d slap: 

I don’t think I’d slap anybody? Like it was maybe once upon a time Peridot, but Pearl took care of that for me, and Jasper I think would destroy me if I ever dared so nope.

WAIT HOW ABOUT THE CLUSTER YEAH THAT

A pairing that I love:

Garnet.

A pairing that I despise:

Anything incestuous? Or between Steven and parental/adult figures? I don’t...I don’t really despise any. I mean if you broke Garnet apart and shipped either Sapphire or Ruby with somebody else I wouldn’t like it.

Thank you @oreramar! Best sister :)