TheNoelleBird

TIMESTUCK COMIC PART ONE

TW: child abuse and self harm (not actively pictured, but scars and bandages are shown and it's talked over)

au idea

part one

part two

part three

part four

part five

part six

part seven

part eight

part nine

TIMESTUCK COMIC PART TWO

TW: suicidal thoughts/ideation, suicide attempt, drug use, and talk thereof.

part one

part two

part three

My friend @what-in-the-french-fried-potato and I made Jack-o-melons from gravity falls for summerween tonight!

Bonus:

You tadc art is to die for, I love smmm<333

Also how's college?

I hope it's going good<33

Your truly,

~Sprit

Thank you! Sorry I haven't posted in a while!

I'm not completely dead, but bOY do I have a story for you guys the next time I update y'all.

College is good, I have lots of wonderful friends <3 and studies are hard but it is okay because we prevaaailllll I'm almost a junior nursing student--wish me luck!

Some tadc characters I drew during class on Wednesday! Enjoy!!! All drawn in colored pen.

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Stan's feet were on the floor before he was fully awake. He didn't even register the scream as Dipper's until he was halfway up the stairs. He didn't even realize it was three in the morning until he'd thrown the door to the twins' attic bedroom open.

"What happened?" he asked, voice thick and tired, but mind slowly waking up.

Dipper was curled up, tangled in his blankets, lying on the floor shaking. Mabel was woken up, looking distressed, but mostly sleepy.

"Dipper had a bad dream," she said slowly, as though unsure, looking over at him.

"Dipper?" Stan asked, walking over to the bedside. Dipper was still curled up and shaking, and there were muffled sobs coming from the place where his face was pressed hard against his blanket.

Stan sighed, leaning down and gently wrapping his arms underneath the boy, picking him up and holding him as though he were a baby. Dipper didn't stop crying or shaking, just started squirming a bit. Stan didn't let go and started walking towards the door.

"I've got this, Mabel. Go back to sleep, pumpkin," Stan told her, shutting the door softly.

He silently carried Dipper all the way downstairs and then sat down in his armchair with the boy in his lap, attempting to sort him out.

"Kid--kid, stop squirmin' around like that. Calm down. It's just me," Stan insisted, making sure Dipper stayed safe in his lap as he took the blanket and tried to make Dipper stretch out just a little.

Dipper kept flinching away from him to the point where Stan decided it'd be a bad idea to force anything and stopped trying to cuddle him. Dipper just curled up against one of the armchair's sides, keeping the majority of himself close to Stan, but shoving his face against the arm of the chair.

Stan didn't comment, simply trying to keep himself from falling back asleep as Dipper lay there and shook with panic for a while. Eventually, he came back to himself and snuggled closer to Stan, still a little shivery, but less scared.

Stan started a little when Dipper snuggled on him, but didn't object, simply lifting a hand to rest on the back of the boy's head.

"You're okay buddy. You're okay."

"I don't wanna go back to sleep," Dipper's croaky voice said.

"That's okay," Stan replied. "You'll go back to sleep whenever you're ready."

There was a beat of silence. Then Stan sighed.

"Alright buddy. Here's what we're gonna do. We're gonna go to the bathroom and wash your face off. Then we're gonna go to the kitchen and get ya some warm milk to drink, and then we're gonna go put ya back in bed and see how you do."

"No, I don't want to go to bed," Dipper said quickly, hand fisting in the front of Stan's shirt.

"That's okay, buddy. You're not goin' back to bed just yet."

Stan held Dipper in his arms as he stood up and walked through the hallway to the bathroom. He set Dipper down on the toilet lid and started running the sink. Dipper was still clutching his blanket, looking miserable.

"Ya wanna talk about your dream?" Stan asked softly, wetting a washcloth with the warm water. He grabbed a second, dry towel in his other hand and sat in front of his nephew.

"It was a stupid bad dream," Dipper sobbed weakly. "It was that movie we just watched, except Mabel was in danger and I had to save her--cuz--cuz they were gonna kill her--"

"I knew I shouldn't have let ya watch that one. It was a lil' too serious for ya, huh?" Stan asked. "Lift your head and close your eyes for me, kiddo." He tipped Dipper's face up with the dry towel and started gently cleaning his cheek with the warm wet one. Dipper flinched away at first, but let it happen, head resting on Stan's hand.

"Yeah, I guess so," Dipper sighed. "I wanna be ready for things like that, though."

"But it's okay if you're not. If ya haven't noticed, you're only twelve," Stan said, wiping off Dipper's other cheek and then his nose as gently as he could. Then he handed Dipper the dry towel. "Here. Dry your face with that, will ya?"

Stan wrung out the wet washcloth and hung it up to dry, taking the dry towel from Dipper once he was done with it.

"Alright. Let's get ya something to drink. Do ya wanna walk, or would you like me to carry you?"

"I can walk," Dipper said, voice stronger now. He got off the toilet, a little wobbly, but stable enough.

"Alright. C'mon, kiddo."

Dipper didn't move, hesitating. "Grunkle Stan..."

Stan sighed, feeling more tired. "What's up buddy?"

"Can I hold your hand?" Dipper asked, face turning pink as he looked at the floor.

"Oh," Stan said softly. "Yeah, of course. He held his hand out for Dipper to hold. Dipper immediately grabbed ahold of Stan's hand and held on for dear life, small hands gripping Stan's big one.

Stan led him out of the bathroom and down the dark hallway to the dimly lit kitchen. He didn't turn on any lights, knowing that would increase Dipper's want to stay awake.

"Do ya want some warm milk or tea?" Stan offered options, refusing to allow Dipper to go back to bed dehydrated from crying.

Dipper sighed. "Milk."

Stan nodded and went to go heat up some milk in the microwave. As it was heating, Dipper opened his mouth and looked up from his seat at the table.

"Grunkle Stan, are you upset with me?"

Stan shook his head immediately. "No, I'm not. I'm just a little sleepy and grumpy is all."

"Oh."

Silence fell, except for the hum of the microwave.

"Grunkle Stan?"

"Hm?"

"How'd you know what to do?"

"What?" Stan looked up, surprised.

"How'd you know what to do to calm me down from a nightmare?" Dipper asked, eyes wide and curious.

Stan sighed again. "Well, kiddo, to be truthful, I didn't know what would help. I just didn't want ya keepin' your sister up or distressing her, so I knew i had to take ya outta the bedroom. Then I thought it couldn't be comfortable for your face to be covered in dried tears and snot and thought we should wash ya off. And drinking something warm will hopefully make ya sleepy."

"Oh," Dipper said again, looking down at his hands.

The microwave beeped.

Stan took the milk out of the microwave and added some honey into it while Dipper couldn't see before setting the mug in front of his nephew.

"Here ya go. Drink up."

Dipper took a sip and set the mug down, surprised. "Milk isn't normally this sweet," he observed.

"Just drink it," Stan said softly.

Dipper fell silent and obeyed, sipping at the milk until his eyes were drooping.

"Alright you," Stan said once the mug was empty. "Bathroom, and then bed."

"Bathroom?" Dipper asked. "What for?"

"You just drank a full mug of milk. And also ya gotta brush your teeth again."

Dipper groaned. "I'm not gonna wet the bed."

"No, you won't, but I'd rather you didn't wake up again so that you're not tired in the morning," Stan agreed, shooing Dipper into the bathroom. "Now get in there, ya gremlin."

Dipper gave Stan a withering look as he shut the door. A half a minute later the toilet flushed, however, so Stan knew Dipper had listened. Dipper opened the bathroom door with his toothbrush in his mouth and then went to finish brushing his teeth at the sink.

"Good job, kiddo." Stan patted Dipper's hair gently. Dipper got off the stool where he had just finished rinsing out his mouth.

"I don't wanna go to bed," he said, still upset.

"Alright. But I do. So you can either stay here by yourself, go to bed upstairs, or come with me to my room and lay down quietly," Stan said, offering Dipper a few choices.

Dipper considered for a moment.

"I'll come with you," he decided.

Stan nodded. "Alright. Do you wanna walk or be carried?"

"Walk," Dipper said quickly, grabbing Stan's hand again. Stan smiled but didn't say anything else, just led the way to his bedroom.

Stan got in bed and lay down on his back with a small groan. Dipper clambered up beside him and lay on his side, facing Stan.

Stan could already feel himself drifting off to sleep as he arranged the covers around both of them.

There was silence for a while except for the crickets outside and Dipper's small breaths.

"Grunkle Stan?"

"Hm?"

"Thank you."

Stan smiled as he drifted off, his comforted nephew also falling asleep, snuggled comfortably against his side.

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fluff!

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