#titaniumxwill

              there’s absolutely nowhere safe to take this little brat in townsville. keeping the mo-love child a secret is genuinely one of the most DIFFICULT things she’s ever done, and she fights enormous monsters for a living. about the only place that’s secret from the press. and why wouldn’t it be? the whole place is on the outskirts of a forest near the edge of fuzzy lumpkin’s trailer park. there is absolutely no reason for anyone to think that there’s a state of the art, self-sustaining treehouse where one of the powerpuff girls comes to be away.

               just her fucking luck that dipper happens to be around.

               mj’s not a secret from friends and family, exactly. it’s just that the fewer people know about her, the better chance they have of keeping her out of the public eye for a little while longer. buttercup was raised in the public eye, surrounded by the public praising her name when they needed something and dragging her through the mud when she wasn’t enough for them. worse still, mj has chemical x in her, but no powers  ---  she’d be a lab rat to anyone ambitious enough. the entire utonium family has agreed that it’s the worst thing they could possibly do to her. 

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Character in general: Dipper is my precious nerd boy and reverse Dipper is my precious edgy nerd boy.

The Mun: You're my first friend on tumblr, got me into writing Dipifica and girl if you honestly don't know I love you by now, you trippin.

How they play them: He's sweet and actually deeply cares about Pacifica and would do anything for her. And he's an edgy little sugar muffin, whose well developed and is a great character to work with. Oh God I could gush all day.

Do I:

RP with them: Hell yeah!

What is my;

Overall Opinion: DC is an amazing writer, amazing rp parter, and great friend. She's one of the reasons I got so much into the fandom! But, she needs to talk to me more cause we haven't in forever and I miss her.

@titaniumxwill asked:  “i know, you promised your dad. but he’s not here anymore.”

@titaniumxwill​ asked “19 for punk/ballet au“

19.  a  kiss  with  tears.

pacifica’s hands stay on his cheeks, fingers just under his eyes, trying so hard to communicate to him not to cry. if he started crying then she would too, and the last thing she wanted was an overrated, teary, airport goodbye.

he pulls her closer to him, arms wrapped around her waist, forehead tilted against hers. “please don’t go,” he says, because he has to. he knows this is his last chance to beg her. he’d never ask her to give up ballet for him, but he knows this is his only chance to say it without her yelling at him.

“i have to,” she says, voice already pinching as the tears rise behind her eyes. she shuts them, presses her forehead against his a little more. “you know i have to.”

“i know.”

“we’ll be okay.”

“will we?”

her eyes shoot open, staring into the endless abyss that is dipper’s dark brown eyes. “don’t you think we will?”

“i hope we will.”

a tear slips, falls, dipper’s calloused hand wipes it from her cheeks gently, trying not to smear her makeup. “me too.” her voice cracks between words.

the final call for her flight rings out of the speakers, and she kisses dipper like a lifeline, pouring into him as much love as she has to give him, begging, hoping it’ll be enough until winter break. tears, hers or his or both, find their way between them, salty and heartbreaking.

he finally pulls back, tears tracking down his face. he huffs, wipes them off by pulling a hand down his face, wipes hers off carefully. he presses a final kiss to her forehead. “don’t want you to miss your flight.”

she bites back the joke that rises immediately, leaning forward and kissing him one more time. “i love you.” it feels like the last time she’ll ever say it to his face. like the first time she’s said it first.

“i love you, too.” he releases her, but his fingers stay steadfastly intertwined with hers. she pulls away, walking towards her gate, and eventually his hand has to release hers.

she swallows her heart as it rises in her throat. the further she walks away from him, the further behind he feels. like to go after ballet, she had to leave him in her past. the simple thought makes her stomach churn.

@titaniumxwill​ asked “4 for demon au 👀”

4. a  bloody  kiss.

pacifica feels the fire under her skin, just itching to burst out of her, begging to reign over all her other emotions. her fingers twitch, but no more than that. the demon in her head laughs, egging mason on as his fist slams into the guy’s face again and again. pacifica is frozen in place, knowing if she steps too close the demon merged with her will take the wheel. she can’t even speak without worrying pyronica’s voice will come out instead.

“take that flesh-bag,” it’s mason’s mouth moving, but the voice is layered with bill’s, a voice she’ll never forget.

the man on the ground looks half-dead. he’d gotten in a solid left hook before mason had got him to the ground. the fight was over from there.

“mason,” she surprised her voice comes out wholly hers.

mason blinks, fist faltering before stopping midair, then pulling back completely. he blinks again, slower this time, before pulling himself from where he’d straddled the man just a moment before. despite what looked like pretty serious injuries, the man was up and gone in a flash.

pacifica’s hands reach out for him before he’s even completely stood and he rushes to her arms, face burrowing into her hair. her fingers slip through his hair. her eyes narrow at where the man escaped. “he deserved it,” she assures him, voice burning with venom.

“i know,” he growls in her ear, but something under it sounds broken, and her heart shatters.

“no one touches me but you. he broke the rules. he suffers.”

“i know.”

rage and fire and chaos, they’d bring the end of the world at this rate.

“i’m sorry i didn’t stop you sooner. it’s like i was-”

“frozen in place. yeah. i know.” he pulls back from her, hands wrapping around her and linking together at the small of her back. “that girl in milwaukee? the one you almost set on fire? same thing. it was like. if i moved, i’d lose control.”

“we shouldn’t be having control issues! we’re supposed to be completely merged.” her hand moves up and cups his face, thumb brushing against his still-bleeding lip. “they aren’t supposed to be this strong.”

he shakes his head. “you’re stronger than pyronica.”

“we get along better. bill’s had you before, you were enemies long before this time.”

“how are you always so right?”

she shrugs, “demons?”

he grins, blood seeping faster from his split lip.

she surges forward, catching his mouth with hers. the metallic taste of blood barely phases her as she sucks his bottom lip between her teeth. he kisses her back fervently, like they had to share the last of the oxygen in the world. his hand cups her face, the other staying at her waist and pulling her closer. her hand reaches into his hair, twisting her fingers in the curls. the other hand wraps around his neck, keeping his head at an angle where she can reach him.

she doesn’t know how long they’ve been like that when they finally part, panting for breath and unable to look anywhere but at each other.

“god,” she sighs, hands reaching for him again. “i love you.”