"But I am not like you," Pure Vanilla states, and with confidence. The warm sunlight beckons him to that place of comfortable reminisce, but he keeps himself grounded in the here and now. Shadow Milk does that pause again---stands there, forces Pure Vanilla to sit with the words he's just spoken aloud, reflect and grow uncomfortable. "Are you sure?" - Or; Pure Vanilla becomes a spectacle. Shadow Milk compares and contrasts. Written well before the release of Beast Yeast Episode 7 Trigger warning for minor violence and unhealthy relationships (duh) Cross-posted on ao3. Only posted here to spread propaganda

Legendborn fanfic *INTENSE SMUT WARNING*

Well hello there! I see you've found this secret deeply buried in the darkest depths of Tar- okay don't believe me. I'm (Y/N) Pines, the unknown aunt of Dipper and Mabel. I'm the daughter of Stanford Pines, author of the journals. Now that you've read this, you're no longer safe! But it does give you something to read when your bored. So read at your own risk! (Pic ain't mine!)