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Milla has spent her entire life asking questions. Why do her hands and her mama's hands look different? Why don't they have the same last name? Why doesn't she have a papa, like all of her classmates? (As it stands, all she has of him is a giant, worn out cargo jacket, which her mother once mentioned had been his. Milla hasn't gone anywhere without it since.) Her mama never seemed to know, and she'd snap if Milla asked too many times, so eventually, she stopped asking at all. But Milla kept holding onto all of those questions, up until the day Stan Pines arrived on their doorstep with all the answers.
At her core, Milla is a remarkably sweet girl. With a gentle heart and even gentler hands, she's already proven herself to have a soul much too old for her young body. Her dark eyes peer at the world with more understanding than a girl her age should even be capable of, and sometimes, with how quiet and aware she is, it's easy to mistake her for older than she is. Still, hardy and conscientious as she may be, Milla is a child. She possesses an imagination as large and bottomless as the ocean itself, and never fails to light up at the prospect of a game. While she's learned not to be too outwardly sensitive, Milla does take things harder than she lets on, almost always culminating in a complete breakdown over a minor inconvenience. She also has a remarkably large soft spot for animals of all types, as well as a talent with them that's definitely abnormal. No matter the size, breed, or degree of viciousness, all animals seem to just adore her! In addition, she's proven herself to be an eerily good judge of character, though that may have something to do with the circumstances of her upbringing.
Though it can never be said that her mother, Marilyn, didn't try, the truth of the matter is that Milla's always had to be rather self-sufficient. At only six years old, she's taught herself how to pull the stool over to the stove, operate the can opener, and make herself soup. She knows how to lock the door, and pull out the futon, and how to tuck herself in. She can keep herself entertained with her one stuffed bunny, and she knows to tell Mrs. Sprout from the apartment across the hall that her mama's in the shower, if she tries to check in while Marilyn's at work. Milla likes to think it makes her mama proud, having her be able to take care of herself so well.
But unbeknownst to Milla, Marilyn's found herself in a bit of a tight spot. She's found a new boyfriend, a wealthy one, who's willing to marry her. But he doesn't know she has any children, and he's made it quite clear what he thinks of women who have children outside of wedlock. For months, Marilyn's been turning her options around in her head, trying to come up with a solution that'll keep everyone happy. But there isn't one. So, a sour taste in her mouth and a strange ache in her chest, Marilyn sat down, and wrote a letter to Stanley Pines.
At her core, Milla is a remarkably sweet girl. With a gentle heart and even gentler hands, she's already proven herself to have a soul much too old for her young body. Her dark eyes peer at the world with more understanding than a girl her age should even be capable of, and sometimes, with how quiet and aware she is, it's easy to mistake her for older than she is. Still, hardy and conscientious as she may be, Milla is a child. She possesses an imagination as large and bottomless as the ocean itself, and never fails to light up at the prospect of a game. While she's learned not to be too outwardly sensitive, Milla does take things harder than she lets on, almost always culminating in a complete breakdown over a minor inconvenience. She also has a remarkably large soft spot for animals of all types, as well as a talent with them that's definitely abnormal. No matter the size, breed, or degree of viciousness, all animals seem to just adore her! In addition, she's proven herself to be an eerily good judge of character, though that may have something to do with the circumstances of her upbringing.
Though it can never be said that her mother, Marilyn, didn't try, the truth of the matter is that Milla's always had to be rather self-sufficient. At only six years old, she's taught herself how to pull the stool over to the stove, operate the can opener, and make herself soup. She knows how to lock the door, and pull out the futon, and how to tuck herself in. She can keep herself entertained with her one stuffed bunny, and she knows to tell Mrs. Sprout from the apartment across the hall that her mama's in the shower, if she tries to check in while Marilyn's at work. Milla likes to think it makes her mama proud, having her be able to take care of herself so well.
But unbeknownst to Milla, Marilyn's found herself in a bit of a tight spot. She's found a new boyfriend, a wealthy one, who's willing to marry her. But he doesn't know she has any children, and he's made it quite clear what he thinks of women who have children outside of wedlock. For months, Marilyn's been turning her options around in her head, trying to come up with a solution that'll keep everyone happy. But there isn't one. So, a sour taste in her mouth and a strange ache in her chest, Marilyn sat down, and wrote a letter to Stanley Pines.
AGE
6 years old
DOB
March 1
GENDER
Female
NICKNAMES
Milla, Milly, Buggy
coded by natasha.
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Sparrow was born a nymph in the Gravity Falls forest, where she was raised among the trees and other magic creatures. She spent her childhood swimming in glittering streams and dancing with fairies, and didn't have her contact with humanity until she was about twelve years old—at which point she witnessed, with horror, lumberjacks cutting down an ancient oak tree.
At first, this less than positive first impression led to Sparrow holding a lot of spite towards humans, and she initially began spying them on with plans to get revenge on them for interfering with the life in her forest. However, as time passed, Sparrow's ire turned to intrigue, and she found herself becoming quite invested in the lives of these bizarre creatures living on the outskirts of their forest. How did they survive, so removed from nature? How could they be happy, without living a life like hers? Always a curious girl and longing to understand, Sparrow began to plot.
The first time Sparrow snuck into Gravity Falls, she was fifteen and filled with anxious butterflies. What if she was found out? What if she accidentally exposed all of the nymphs? But, to both her relief and bafflement, none of her very obvious quirks seemed to call any attention. It would appear that the citizens of Gravity Falls were just as odd as she was. Through the years that followed, Sparrow became endeared by the unique and occasionally stupid townsfolk, and began sneaking out to spend time among them more and more often. She came to the conclusion that, instead of getting revenge on humans for harming nature, she could educate them. With that thought in mind, she first became a CIT, then a camp counselor, spending her days teaching children about the beauties of nature and her nights frolicking in the woods with her nymph sisters. Then, when she was eighteen, Stanford Pines moved to town.
He was twenty-one, fresh out of college and with a sizable grant clenched in his fist. To be honest, Sparrow wasn't quite sure what to make of him. They'd never met in town, but Sparrow heard plenty about him from the woodland creatures. He hungered for knowledge in the same way she did, and for that, she respected him. Until, of course, the woodland creatures began to complain about the way he treated them while researching. Well, Sparrow couldn't have that—what sort of protector of the forest would she be if she let mistreatment of its creatures stand? So, Sparrow went knocking.
After some thorough berating, Stanford agreed to let her help him adjust his containment units and, curiously, asked her how she'd known, in such detail, how he was containing his research specimens. As her intimate knowledge of the magical creatures that lived within the forest became known, Stanford found himself becoming fascinated by this odd young woman, fierce but clearly with so much love for all that was alive. She became yet another mystery he wanted to unravel, and so, although it went against his introverted nature, he asked her if she'd be his research partner.
Years went by. Along with being Stanford's research partner, Sparrow moved from being a camp counselor to being a park ranger as soon as she turned twenty-one. Along with this change came a shift in her relationship with Stanford. Understandably, spending so much time together for the sake of research led to them forming a close friendship, and gradually, they began spending time together outside of their investigations.
When Sparrow was twenty-three—Stanford twenty-six—she finally revealed the truth of her heritage to him. Seeing her there, magic radiating off her very being, flowers sprouting where her feet touched the soil, Stanford's heart stalled in his chest, and he asked her on a date on the spot. They got married three years later, and were entirely happy and devoted to each other.
That is, until Bill Cipher came into their lives. Although Stanford kept his existence a secret from Fiddleford, there was nothing he kept secret from Sparrow. She was wary of the supposed muse—anything too powerful, she'd learned from experience, was a being it was unwise to trust—but Stanford was so excited over his progress, she didn't have the heart to discourage him from associating with Bill.
Insidiously, Bill weaseled his way in between them, turning Stanford into someone aloof and paranoid that Sparrow didn't recognize, until finally, Stanford realized he was being manipulated. Though Sparrow tried to soothe him, Stanford nearly snapped, and called his brother out to help rid him of the journals.
Chaos ensued. Sparrow's worst fear was realized, and she lost Stanford to the portal. In the thirty years that followed, Sparrow moved back into the woods, continuing her work as a park ranger and, eventually, forming a close friendship with both Stanley and the twins. She had only just begun to make peace with the loss, to accept that she may go the rest of her life without ever seeing Stanford again...
...when she found him standing in the kitchen of the Mystery Shack, as though no time had passed at all. But with thirty years spent grieving and growing and changing without each other, will they be able to pick up where they left off?
At first, this less than positive first impression led to Sparrow holding a lot of spite towards humans, and she initially began spying them on with plans to get revenge on them for interfering with the life in her forest. However, as time passed, Sparrow's ire turned to intrigue, and she found herself becoming quite invested in the lives of these bizarre creatures living on the outskirts of their forest. How did they survive, so removed from nature? How could they be happy, without living a life like hers? Always a curious girl and longing to understand, Sparrow began to plot.
The first time Sparrow snuck into Gravity Falls, she was fifteen and filled with anxious butterflies. What if she was found out? What if she accidentally exposed all of the nymphs? But, to both her relief and bafflement, none of her very obvious quirks seemed to call any attention. It would appear that the citizens of Gravity Falls were just as odd as she was. Through the years that followed, Sparrow became endeared by the unique and occasionally stupid townsfolk, and began sneaking out to spend time among them more and more often. She came to the conclusion that, instead of getting revenge on humans for harming nature, she could educate them. With that thought in mind, she first became a CIT, then a camp counselor, spending her days teaching children about the beauties of nature and her nights frolicking in the woods with her nymph sisters. Then, when she was eighteen, Stanford Pines moved to town.
He was twenty-one, fresh out of college and with a sizable grant clenched in his fist. To be honest, Sparrow wasn't quite sure what to make of him. They'd never met in town, but Sparrow heard plenty about him from the woodland creatures. He hungered for knowledge in the same way she did, and for that, she respected him. Until, of course, the woodland creatures began to complain about the way he treated them while researching. Well, Sparrow couldn't have that—what sort of protector of the forest would she be if she let mistreatment of its creatures stand? So, Sparrow went knocking.
After some thorough berating, Stanford agreed to let her help him adjust his containment units and, curiously, asked her how she'd known, in such detail, how he was containing his research specimens. As her intimate knowledge of the magical creatures that lived within the forest became known, Stanford found himself becoming fascinated by this odd young woman, fierce but clearly with so much love for all that was alive. She became yet another mystery he wanted to unravel, and so, although it went against his introverted nature, he asked her if she'd be his research partner.
Years went by. Along with being Stanford's research partner, Sparrow moved from being a camp counselor to being a park ranger as soon as she turned twenty-one. Along with this change came a shift in her relationship with Stanford. Understandably, spending so much time together for the sake of research led to them forming a close friendship, and gradually, they began spending time together outside of their investigations.
When Sparrow was twenty-three—Stanford twenty-six—she finally revealed the truth of her heritage to him. Seeing her there, magic radiating off her very being, flowers sprouting where her feet touched the soil, Stanford's heart stalled in his chest, and he asked her on a date on the spot. They got married three years later, and were entirely happy and devoted to each other.
That is, until Bill Cipher came into their lives. Although Stanford kept his existence a secret from Fiddleford, there was nothing he kept secret from Sparrow. She was wary of the supposed muse—anything too powerful, she'd learned from experience, was a being it was unwise to trust—but Stanford was so excited over his progress, she didn't have the heart to discourage him from associating with Bill.
Insidiously, Bill weaseled his way in between them, turning Stanford into someone aloof and paranoid that Sparrow didn't recognize, until finally, Stanford realized he was being manipulated. Though Sparrow tried to soothe him, Stanford nearly snapped, and called his brother out to help rid him of the journals.
Chaos ensued. Sparrow's worst fear was realized, and she lost Stanford to the portal. In the thirty years that followed, Sparrow moved back into the woods, continuing her work as a park ranger and, eventually, forming a close friendship with both Stanley and the twins. She had only just begun to make peace with the loss, to accept that she may go the rest of her life without ever seeing Stanford again...
...when she found him standing in the kitchen of the Mystery Shack, as though no time had passed at all. But with thirty years spent grieving and growing and changing without each other, will they be able to pick up where they left off?
AGE
57 years old
DOB
March 1
GENDER
Female
NICKNAMES
Arrow, Ro, Birdie
coded by natasha.
art by gay naturalist ghost.
art by gay naturalist ghost.
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Wren was always destined to be a little odd. The only child of a fierce nymph in the Gravity Falls woods and a particularly sensitive lumberjack, he was raised in the forest, among the trees and other magic creatures. He spent her childhood swimming in glittering streams and dancing with fairies, and didn't have contact with any humans other than his father until he was about twelve years old—at which point he witnessed, with horror, some of his father's old lumberjack friends cutting down an ancient oak tree.
At first, this less than positive first impression led to Wren holding a lot of spite towards humans as a whole, and he initially began spying them on with plans to get revenge on them for interfering with the life in his forest. However, as time passed, Wren's ire turned to intrigue, and he found herself becoming quite invested in the lives of these bizarre creatures living on the outskirts of their forest. How did they survive, so removed from nature? How could they be happy, without living a life like his? Always a curious boy and longing to understand, Wren began to plot.
The first time Wren snuck into Gravity Falls, he was fifteen and filled with anxious butterflies. What if he was found out? What if he accidentally exposed all of the nymphs? But, to both his relief and bafflement, none of his very obvious quirks seemed to call any attention. It would appear that the citizens of Gravity Falls were just as odd as she was. Through the years that followed, Wren became endeared by the unique and occasionally stupid townsfolk, and fascinated with human ideas of science and logic. He began sneaking out to spend time among them more and more often, studying all he could and talking to anyone who would listen. He came to the conclusion that, instead of getting revenge on humans for harming nature, he could educate them. With that thought in mind, he first became a CIT, then a camp counselor, spending his days teaching children about the beauties of nature and his nights roaming in the woods with his magical family. Then, when he was eighteen, Stanford Pines moved to town.
He was twenty-one, fresh out of college and with a sizable grant clenched in his fist. To be honest, Wren wasn't quite sure what to make of him. They'd never met in town, but Wren heard plenty about him from the woodland creatures. Stanford hungered for knowledge in the same way Wren did, and for that, Wren respected him. Until, of course, the woodland creatures began to complain about the way he treated them while researching. Well, Wren couldn't have that—what sort of protector of the forest would he be if she let mistreatment of its creatures stand? So, Wren went knocking.
After some thorough berating, Stanford agreed to let Wren help him adjust his containment units and, curiously, asked Wren how he'd known, in such detail, how he was containing his research specimens. As Wren's intimate knowledge of the magical creatures that lived within the forest became known, Stanford found himself becoming fascinated by this odd young man, fierce but clearly with so much love for all that was alive. Wren became yet another mystery he wanted to unravel, and so, although it went against his introverted nature, Stanford asked him if he'd be his research partner.
Years went by. Along with being Stanford's research partner, Wren moved from being a camp counselor to being a park ranger as soon as he turned twenty-one. Along with this change came a shift in his relationship with Stanford. Understandably, spending so much time together for the sake of research led to them forming a close friendship, and gradually, they began spending time together outside of their investigations.
When Wren was twenty-three—Stanford twenty-six—he finally revealed the truth of his heritage to him. Seeing Wren there, magic radiating off his very being, flowers sprouting where his feet touched the soil, Stanford's heart stalled in his chest, and he asked Wren on a date on the spot. Though they weren't legally allowed to marry, they considered themselves wedded in all but name, and were entirely happy and devoted to each other.
That is, until Bill Cipher came into their lives. Although Stanford kept his existence a secret from Fiddleford, there was nothing he kept secret from Wren. He was wary of the supposed muse—anything too powerful, he'd learned from experience, was a being it was unwise to trust—but Stanford was so excited over his progress, Wren didn't have the heart to discourage him from associating with Bill.
Insidiously, Bill weaseled his way in between them, turning Stanford into someone aloof and paranoid that Wren didn't recognize, until finally, Stanford realized he was being manipulated. Though Wren tried to soothe him, Stanford nearly snapped, and called his brother out to help rid him of the journals.
Chaos ensued. Wren's worst fear was realized, and he lost Stanford to the portal. In the thirty years that followed, Wren moved back into the woods, continuing his work as a park ranger and, eventually, forming a close friendship with both Stanley and the twins. He had only just begun to make peace with the loss, to accept that he may go the rest of her life without ever seeing Stanford again...
...when he found him standing in the kitchen of the Mystery Shack, as though no time had passed at all. But with thirty years spent grieving and growing and changing without each other, will they be able to pick up where they left off?
At first, this less than positive first impression led to Wren holding a lot of spite towards humans as a whole, and he initially began spying them on with plans to get revenge on them for interfering with the life in his forest. However, as time passed, Wren's ire turned to intrigue, and he found herself becoming quite invested in the lives of these bizarre creatures living on the outskirts of their forest. How did they survive, so removed from nature? How could they be happy, without living a life like his? Always a curious boy and longing to understand, Wren began to plot.
The first time Wren snuck into Gravity Falls, he was fifteen and filled with anxious butterflies. What if he was found out? What if he accidentally exposed all of the nymphs? But, to both his relief and bafflement, none of his very obvious quirks seemed to call any attention. It would appear that the citizens of Gravity Falls were just as odd as she was. Through the years that followed, Wren became endeared by the unique and occasionally stupid townsfolk, and fascinated with human ideas of science and logic. He began sneaking out to spend time among them more and more often, studying all he could and talking to anyone who would listen. He came to the conclusion that, instead of getting revenge on humans for harming nature, he could educate them. With that thought in mind, he first became a CIT, then a camp counselor, spending his days teaching children about the beauties of nature and his nights roaming in the woods with his magical family. Then, when he was eighteen, Stanford Pines moved to town.
He was twenty-one, fresh out of college and with a sizable grant clenched in his fist. To be honest, Wren wasn't quite sure what to make of him. They'd never met in town, but Wren heard plenty about him from the woodland creatures. Stanford hungered for knowledge in the same way Wren did, and for that, Wren respected him. Until, of course, the woodland creatures began to complain about the way he treated them while researching. Well, Wren couldn't have that—what sort of protector of the forest would he be if she let mistreatment of its creatures stand? So, Wren went knocking.
After some thorough berating, Stanford agreed to let Wren help him adjust his containment units and, curiously, asked Wren how he'd known, in such detail, how he was containing his research specimens. As Wren's intimate knowledge of the magical creatures that lived within the forest became known, Stanford found himself becoming fascinated by this odd young man, fierce but clearly with so much love for all that was alive. Wren became yet another mystery he wanted to unravel, and so, although it went against his introverted nature, Stanford asked him if he'd be his research partner.
Years went by. Along with being Stanford's research partner, Wren moved from being a camp counselor to being a park ranger as soon as he turned twenty-one. Along with this change came a shift in his relationship with Stanford. Understandably, spending so much time together for the sake of research led to them forming a close friendship, and gradually, they began spending time together outside of their investigations.
When Wren was twenty-three—Stanford twenty-six—he finally revealed the truth of his heritage to him. Seeing Wren there, magic radiating off his very being, flowers sprouting where his feet touched the soil, Stanford's heart stalled in his chest, and he asked Wren on a date on the spot. Though they weren't legally allowed to marry, they considered themselves wedded in all but name, and were entirely happy and devoted to each other.
That is, until Bill Cipher came into their lives. Although Stanford kept his existence a secret from Fiddleford, there was nothing he kept secret from Wren. He was wary of the supposed muse—anything too powerful, he'd learned from experience, was a being it was unwise to trust—but Stanford was so excited over his progress, Wren didn't have the heart to discourage him from associating with Bill.
Insidiously, Bill weaseled his way in between them, turning Stanford into someone aloof and paranoid that Wren didn't recognize, until finally, Stanford realized he was being manipulated. Though Wren tried to soothe him, Stanford nearly snapped, and called his brother out to help rid him of the journals.
Chaos ensued. Wren's worst fear was realized, and he lost Stanford to the portal. In the thirty years that followed, Wren moved back into the woods, continuing his work as a park ranger and, eventually, forming a close friendship with both Stanley and the twins. He had only just begun to make peace with the loss, to accept that he may go the rest of her life without ever seeing Stanford again...
...when he found him standing in the kitchen of the Mystery Shack, as though no time had passed at all. But with thirty years spent grieving and growing and changing without each other, will they be able to pick up where they left off?
AGE
57 years old
DOB
May 18
GENDER
Male
SPECIES
½ Nymph, ½ Human
coded by natasha.
art by batcii.
art by batcii.
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it's not gay if we're dead
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