This is probably the first time I'm posting a fanfic (well, I use the term very loosely with this one) on a site so, fair to say I'm a little nervous and and state feedback and criticism is welcomed. xD
First off, I'd like to say that I'm a big fan of BrightlessWings19's Gravity Rises series, found it while roaming through AO3 and enjoyed it very much. I discovered she had a Wattpad account, so I registered here to keep up with the new updates on the story, befriend her, check up on other fanfics on the site, and hopefully get started on a Gravity Falls Weirdmageddon AU project I'm currently working on.
This all started yesterday when randomness came from boredom, when I started writing ciphers for her episodes in a Word document. Why did I do that, you ask? I don't know, my brain works in mysterious ways and I've learned not to question it nor my spontaneous creative bursts, which don't happen very often.
In a PM chat we had, she encouraged me to actually post these, and well, I figured there was no harm but to go ahead and do it. I wrote these ciphers down, encrypted them with Vigenère, and added a key to each of them as well. I tried to keep them as close to the events in the series as possible, while also adding some foreshadowing (and a little comedy) into them. I hope you like 'em, hope you have fun decrypting them, and again, leave feedback if you liked them well enough. :)
(cover by BrightlessWings19)
BOOK #3
He's like a storm-unpredictable and dangerous.
I knew he was a sick bastard when he smiled after I hit him the first time.
Annoying and obsessive, that's what he is.
I sensed it early on, but I didn't realize just how deep it ran until his obsession latched onto me.
Until I became the center of his world. Until he started flashing that smug, crooked smile my way.
But we can't... we're not supposed to be together.
We're polar opposites-existing in the same world, but never meant to collide.
Yet, he's ready to tear down everything for me.
But it's not that simple. My brothers are monsters. They'll kill him.
And still, he doesn't care.
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Glasses perched on his nose, calm and collected.
Exactly my type.
I knew he was meant to be mine the moment our eyes locked, that intense gaze pulling me in.
And I'll have him, no matter what it takes-by any means necessary, even if it costs me everything. I want to hold him in my arms, kiss him until neither of us can breathe.
But why is it so hard? Why does the world push back so fiercely when it comes to him and me?
I want him. And I will have him.