˗ˏˋ 𝕬𝐬 ᵐʸ 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝚁𝙴𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙽𝙴𝙳 ´ˎ˗

ᴴᵒʷ ᵐʸ ʰᵉᵃʳᵗ ˢᵗⁱˡˡ 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 🌘 𝕱𝖔𝖗 ʸᵒᵘ 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 ᴅᴀʏꜱ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᴜ̲ꜱ̲ᴇ̲ᴅ̲ ̲ᴛ̲ᴏ̲ ̲ʙᴇ

[˗ˏˋ 𝕬𝐬 ᵐʸ 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝚁𝙴𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙽𝙴𝙳 ´ˎ˗ @pickinmcgucket]

𓂃𝕱𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝕸𝐂𝕲𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐓𓂃
⚙︎・•● ● •・⚙︎

╰┈➤ ind. portrayal
╰┈➤ possibly dark themes
╰┈➤ eng / esp / рус

#gravityfallsrp #gfrp #mvrp

[˗ˏˋ 𝕬𝐬 ᵐʸ 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝚁𝙴𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙽𝙴𝙳 ´ˎ˗ @pickinmcgucket]

⁺˚⋆｡°✩ᨒ↟𖠰 𝐋𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝙻𝙴𝙰𝚁𝙽 ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵐʸ ᴍɪꜱᴛᴀᴋᴇꜱ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʳʸ ᵗᵒ 𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚞𝚙 a̲l̲l̲ ̲t̲h̲e̲ 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐬.

[Juli🪩🏹 @juls_p48]

Thanks mama🤍🕊️

[˗ˏˋ 𝕬𝐬 ᵐʸ 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝚁𝙴𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙽𝙴𝙳 ´ˎ˗ @pickinmcgucket]

DOLLY 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

[˗ˏˋ 𝕬𝐬 ᵐʸ 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝚁𝙴𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙽𝙴𝙳 ´ˎ˗ @pickinmcgucket]

https://t.co/AXvG8jQQGf

[˗ˏˋ 𝕬𝐬 ᵐʸ 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝚁𝙴𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙽𝙴𝙳 ´ˎ˗ @pickinmcgucket]

I know thain't markt west virginie as northern.

[˗ˏˋ 𝕬𝐬 ᵐʸ 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝚁𝙴𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙽𝙴𝙳 ´ˎ˗ @pickinmcgucket]

🌘https://t.co/2IcKh1ACRw
ough honestly they should have let the fiddler cook more

[˗ˏˋ 𝕬𝐬 ᵐʸ 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝚁𝙴𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙽𝙴𝙳 ´ˎ˗ @pickinmcgucket]

🌘https://t.co/2IcKh1ACRw
Billy only played one song off the album and the rest was other songs he liked and jammin/improv lol. But the one song he played IS 𝙏𝙃𝙀 fiddleford & tate reunion song so how about I die actually. Also he put on this baseball cap right before it 🧢

[interdimensional mechanic .ᐟ @portaledmech]

@BanjoAfter8 well i ain't gonna fuck capitalism gently with a chainsaw!

[interdimensional mechanic .ᐟ @portaledmech]

anyway ta hell with capitalism

[˗ˏˋ 𝕬𝐬 ᵐʸ 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝚁𝙴𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙽𝙴𝙳 ´ˎ˗ @pickinmcgucket]

🌘https://t.co/2IcKh1ACRw
Deleted that shit actually it got two and that's terrifying

[˗ˏˋ 𝕬𝐬 ᵐʸ 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝚁𝙴𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙽𝙴𝙳 ´ˎ˗ @pickinmcgucket]

🌘https://t.co/2IcKh1ACRw
a pqrt on something that vulnerable ooc is fucking WILD. whoever you are, please be nice.. 💧

[˗ˏˋ 𝕬𝐬 ᵐʸ 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝚁𝙴𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙽𝙴𝙳 ´ˎ˗ @pickinmcgucket]

handle 'nother argument with her; raccoon ex-wife won ev'ry argument we ever had. 💧 Thought she was gaun chew me up like that poor animal. Turns out it was just one a'them, uh, 𝘌𝘭𝘮𝘰 dawls? Like'ta give me a dadgum heart attack when it started thrashin'.

[˗ˏˋ 𝕬𝐬 ᵐʸ 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝚁𝙴𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙽𝙴𝙳 ´ˎ˗ @pickinmcgucket]

Lemmay tale ya sum. Wallago racoon ex-wife done dragged in this carcass from o'er yonder. Ain't never seen nothin' like it. Redder'n santie claus, shredded ta pieces. . . An' I heard this 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦, just a'laughin' and I thought, oh law I'm a'hearin' thangs again. I cain't +

[˗ˏˋ 𝕬𝐬 ᵐʸ 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝚁𝙴𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙽𝙴𝙳 ´ˎ˗ @pickinmcgucket]

Only had, what? Ten siblins?

[˗ˏˋ 𝕬𝐬 ᵐʸ 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝚁𝙴𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙽𝙴𝙳 ´ˎ˗ @pickinmcgucket]

I wonder how many methews I got without knowin'. 💧 Prob'ly better that-a-way.

[˗ˏˋ 𝕬𝐬 ᵐʸ 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝚁𝙴𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙽𝙴𝙳 ´ˎ˗ @pickinmcgucket]

intensifying.

"I'll be happy ta see yer when I'm dead in hale," he mumbled, "𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 'cuz ye'll be a'burnin' right alawn with may."

[˗ˏˋ 𝕬𝐬 ᵐʸ 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝚁𝙴𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙽𝙴𝙳 ´ˎ˗ @pickinmcgucket]

Truth be told, Fiddleford didn't 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 to talk. But he had enough foresight to keep from risking relapse. (He couldn't do that to everyone. 𝘕𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯.)

There was a long hesitation wherein Fiddleford considered, before stepping aside — his glare only ever +

[˗ˏˋ 𝕬𝐬 ᵐʸ 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝚁𝙴𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙽𝙴𝙳 ´ˎ˗ @pickinmcgucket]

nature; just as he'd said himself, if he'd wanted to hurt Fiddleford, he'd have 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘰.

If he needed to talk with the eldest McGucket, he 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱. And perhaps it was better to do so verbally than to meet him in his nightmares and trigger himself. +

[˗ˏˋ 𝕬𝐬 ᵐʸ 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝚁𝙴𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙽𝙴𝙳 ´ˎ˗ @pickinmcgucket]

Yes, he was an adult who could make his own decisions. He was a man who 𝘩𝘢𝘥 made his decisions — poorly, selfishly, and to disastrous consequences.

But with Bill, there was no choice, other than how to cope. Like a flood or a tornado, the demon was closer to a force of +

[˗ˏˋ 𝕬𝐬 ᵐʸ 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝚁𝙴𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙽𝙴𝙳 ´ˎ˗ @pickinmcgucket]

compromise safety — neither his own, nor that of his family and friends — but even with his fingers wrapped around twin iron barrels, he still felt awfully 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴.

Because deep down, some part of him still knew that he didn't have a 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 in this matter. +

[˗ˏˋ 𝕬𝐬 ᵐʸ 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝚁𝙴𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙽𝙴𝙳 ´ˎ˗ @pickinmcgucket]

Something pressing enough to make him pay a visit, to 𝙗𝙤𝙩𝙝 of their evident displeasure?

Blue eyes crinkled with suspicion as Fiddleford stared up at the demon, his glare never once wavering despite the added m͟o͟r͟b͟i͟d͟ interest. He would ɴᴏᴛ allow curiosity to +

[˗ˏˋ 𝕬𝐬 ᵐʸ 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝚁𝙴𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙽𝙴𝙳 ´ˎ˗ @pickinmcgucket]

The bitterness was not lost on Fiddleford, but it was 𝘣𝘦𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨. He could not help but wonder what precisely Bill was so sour about. Was it that the in the end, the world wasn't plunged into hellfire and chaos, as was his plan? Or was there some new issue? +

[𝐂𖦹𝙽𝐓𝚁͟𖦹𝙻 𝐅𝚛𝐞𝐀𝑲 @Tenebrarumdeus]

⠀ ⠀
⠀ ⠀ ⠀ 𝗛𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 : The man who uses a cane and has a diseased eye, with a bright surviving eye, with arms and legs as thick as trunks and a robust figure armoured by a suit of clothes that looks like something out of some man's coat rack from the 1950s.

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