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my polaroid piece for @eregyrn-falls-art's multi-artist lyric comic!
it's now on youtube! so b sure to enjoy the wonderful art and hard work that the other artists put into making it come together.
#gravity falls#stanford pines#Dipper Pines#Dipper#The Author#Lyric Comic#LyricStuck#Dipper got sick and Ford is helping#nothing like good ol' tentacle soup#Uncle Ford
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Dipper and Mabel pines headcanons?
FINALLY getting around to answering these! since im better at them, heres some college age headcanons that apply just as much to how i view them in the show!
DIPPER PINES
transmasc. duh. of course
parents are INCREDIBLY supportive, super understanding. hes on hormone blockers in the show and starts HRT as soon as hes able, getting top surgery and bottom surgery in his early 20s
bisexual! ran into a guy junior year of highschool and went oh GOD. this is wendy 2.0 im going to die
NERD.
LOVES board games. so much. not just dungeons and dragons and monopoly im talkin everdell, wingspan, cascadia, catan. he loves a good think. he also loves dragging everyone else into playing them with him. he always wins. almost always, anyway
absolutely adores college and everything about it hes a little freak. totally ends up being the president of a few clubs, co creating some, etc. made an occult club AND a hiking club at his college
loves doodling, loves horror. his teachers? not so much. they try not to look at the weird ass creatures he draws on the margins of his very well written homework.
probably goes into something smart. like biochem. or um. stem. im (author) is a liberal arts major all i do is write gay fanfiction.
PSYCHOTIC ASS DORM ROOM. he barely decorated it like a classic college male but has a conspiracy board and thats it. which is full of strange shit hes seen outside of gravity falls. to be fair its very well documented and somewhat neat, just…. strange decor. he lives in a single (introvert)
COVERED in tattoos, but always abides by the suit rule (all tattoos need to be able to be covered by a suit to be professional. he knows this bc hes a neerrrrddd). he has really sick sleeves of runes and other occult like things hes found interesting. he has cipher related tattoos as well and also even got ford to design a few.
he has PROMINENT eye bags. he will never fix his sleep schedule
ended up working as a summer camp counselor for a while right outside if gravity falls! the kids loved him but he couldnt stand the heat and bugs all the time so he only did it for a summer or two
even after turning 21 he doesnt actually drink that much, hes a craft beer enjoyer and likes to make it himelf (Much later in life)
ALWAYS stays in touch with mabel. if anything happens in either of their lives you better BELIEVE theyre already on the phone with eachother
medical marijuana card holder
smokes to help eith his anxiety. it works WONDERS
coffee drinker but actually Does put cream and sugar is coffee. sometimes. other times hes too tired and just thugs it out
MABEL PINES
THE number one it girl ever
NUMBER ONE TRANS ALLY EVERRRRRR she loves her brother so much
pansexual!! she loves cool people, thats her motto
went to a fashion design school, is loving it despite drowning in work
began dying her hair in cool ways through highschool, now she always has some of her natural color present but goes a little crazy on the highlights
found out about huge dangley joke earrings. went absolutely crazy. has an entire space on her desk dedicated to her many many earrings. she has babies, knives, bags of doritos, aliens, glow in the dark ones, anything you could imagine.
fantastic at fashion design. stuggled a lot with the fancier stuff but her teachers were floored when they let her go wild on casual comfy wear. she excells in combining fashion and comfort in really exciting and colorful ways.
a party girl through and through, loves clubs, raves, concerts, anything!
video game lover as well, cracked at pvp games.
still boy crazy, just less so (has had like. 10 college boyfriends)
literally the sweetest friend ever. she loves hosting movie nights and tea parties (bc who wouldnt. theyre awesome)
tea drinker, loves floral teas with honey
HATES. black coffee. a starbucks frap girlie 4ever
has been scouted for modeing multiple times and only accepted when it was a commercial with puppies
love love loves making friendshio bracelets. knows all the patterns, all of her friends have a hefty amount of a bunch of different ones because she just keeps making them
anywwy, here you go! i love these two so much, i hope ive done them justice!
#dipper pines#mabel pines#headcanons#gravity falls#gravity falls headcanons#hcs#gravity falls dipper#gravity falls mabel#writing#writeblr
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this is the much more fun post where we talk about au where ford has numerous cats and other nice things because i’m sick of depression! we need some feel good fluff!
i can’t say much about the cat au because i’m going to be writing about it, but! you will get headcanons after
the cat au is sort of a what-if scenario. stan opens the portal, ford comes back with numerous cats. ford is not getting rid of them, because he’s far too attached to them and they’re far too attached to him (also releasing something from another dimension, let alone a domestic cat, into the wild isn’t a stellar idea). one of the cats is named Icarus. another one is named Isosceles, because that cat just so happens to be the meanest of the bunch. why any of this? because ford just so happens to have spent the last few years of his time in the multiverse in a dimension primarily filled with cats. he’s gotten real good at cat-ing, don’t’cha know?
now for headcanons:
-stan likes all of the ‘cool’ animals (though not because they’re dangerous, or anything). sharks? he can tell you all about them. tigers? you bet he knows a ton. wolves? dinosaurs? raptors? dragons? yep yep yep.
-the mystery twins convince ford and stan to get phones for easier communication. they don’t use them much (they have other ways to talk to the niblings long distance, and they don’t typically get lost from each other), but ford does develop a habit of sending stan random things he finds (he got it from mabel)
-ford actually likes a lot of the same things mabel likes. stickers, gimmick sweaters, kittens, those old cartoons she watches. he thinks they’re endearing, and they’re a nice distraction from all the terrible things he’s been through. he is completely fine with sitting through a mabel makeover
-ford is really good at vocal mimicry. it’s a skill he initially learned in the multiverse for survival, but post-portal he moreso uses it for fun. mimicking various anomalies so they might get closer and let him get a better look at them, mimicking seagulls and stan to annoy his brother, mimicking various noises he hears around the shack because stimming, accentuating the stories he tells, impressing the niblings, etc. etc.
-upon setting sail, stan makes an effort to learn as much about the things ford struggles with as possible so that he can help when needed and make things easier for his brother in general. ford is starting to get annoyed because stan won’t stop trying to dodge his attempts to return the favor (emphasis on trying)
-the first time ford is ever at the niblings’ house is when their parents are away. the mystery twins give him a tour, show him and stan all the stuff they’ve been working on, show him some of the stuff he’s missed…it’s bittersweet, but he enjoys his time there
-i imagine ford and stan have issues mentioning certain problems they have in fear of looking like they’re trying to one-up the other. ford doesn’t mention when he’s depressed or if he can’t remember something. stan doesn’t mention when he’s anxious or having a more intense bout of chronic pain. the feel good part is that i also like to think they work it out eventually. they’re not so good at communication, but they’d like to improve, and that’s something that gets talked about as they get better over time. the feel good part is that there’s hope
-ford’s favorite planet is saturn. stan’s favorite is jupiter (he tells people it’s mars). dipper likes neptune and mabel is insistent on pluto, even though she’s aware it doesn’t technically count
-at some point, wendy starts calling ford ‘owlman’ as a result of an inside joke with the niblings. ford doesn’t get it. what? he’s not the owlman. is this another silver fox thing?
-during their time sailing, ford and stan get matching tattoos. kind of. ford doesn’t really have space for a new one, so he instead has a preexisting one modified to match stan’s. it’s also stan’s first actual tattoo!
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Hi so I'm feeling super ill at the moment and I was hoping you could maybe write a fluffy one shot sickfic with platonic cuddling?
I'd like it if it was Dipper who was ill and Ford who was taking care of him (obviously not Dipford, that's gross). I got sick from sneaking out at night while it was raining, so I think I'd like it if that was how dipper got sick too and if Ford was really worried about him and like scolds him for sneaking out but isn't angry with him, he just was his nephew to be safe and okay.
It could take place post canon, maybe during 2013 or 2014 summer since Dipper would be in more of a rebellious teen phase.
I'm not sure if this request has been done right, or if it's top vague of a prompt so I'm sorry if it's wrong :(
I really love your writing, I've found it really comforting. You're awesome !!
"Everything alright Dipper? You don't look well." Ford asked the teen from his spot at the table one early morning. Dipper looked sluggish, dragging his feet behind him like he was really tired. He coughed, then looked to Ford with the most miserably sick looking expression.
"I'm... I'm fine-" Dipper sneezed several times in a row in the middle of his response, earning a concerned frown from his great uncle. He sighed a nasally sigh, then gave up the pretenses. "Okay, might've caught some sort of cold... But I'm still fine."
"Did you... go out last night? In the rain?" Ford pointedly stared at Dipper's muddy socks with a vaguely questioning and worried expression, watching as his nephew looked away before slowly nodding. "Dipper, I told you that it was better to wait until morning before going off to hunt those anomalies I was talking about. Or were you not paying attention?"
"I'm... I'm sorry Great Uncle Ford, I-" Dipper was sent into a mighty coughing fit, so Ford stood up and gently guided him to the room in the attic. Ford felt himself getting worried, though he tried his best to hide it. Dipper slumped against him, utterly exhausted, requiring Ford to carry him the rest of the way. The poor teen didn't even fight it, letting his great uncle tuck him into bed like a little kid. Ford felt his forehead.
"Looks like you got a fever, kid..." Ford removed his hand with a grimace at how warm his nephew's head was. Dipper looked down guiltily. "I'm not mad at you, don't worry. I just want you to be okay, alright?"
"Alright, Great Uncle Ford..." Dipper hoarsely replied. Ford ruffled his hair tenderly before going downstairs to get some medicine. Ford would take care of Dipper as well as he could or die trying. He passed Mabel on the way for some medicine and gently warned her to let Dipper rest as he was sick. She nodded and, after a few concerned questions, let Ford do what he needed.
Ford spent the whole day tending to Dipper's needs. Alongside Mabel's cheery help. He tried to warm some soup up before Mabel stepped in to keep it from burning, lended Dipper his favorite novels to read, and gave him room to rest. If Ford had the ability, he'd make Dipper not sick anymore with the snap of a finger, but alas, he hadn't found any miracle fast cure anywhere in his research. Dipper will just have to ride it out. It wasn't all bad, Ford found some sort of comfort telling Dipper all about his travels while he was sick in bed, trying to keep him occupied.
A few days later and Dipper was everything but sick, finally able to go out and explore those anomalies that had been his original goal before getting sick. Dipper came running to Ford in bed one morning, excited to tell him he was all better and to ask if he wanted to come along to search. Ford simply groaned, feeling too ill to even move from his spot on the bed. Dipper sighed and prepared the medicine and soup, before buckling down and helping Ford with the very sickness the teen had been battling the last few days. It figured, but Dipper was happy to help after everything Ford had done for him when he was sick.
"I'm sorry to disappoint you after everything, Dipper..." Ford said after everything was set up for another few days of sickness, before nigh coughing up a lung, "I promise when I feel better that we'll go on a hike to find those anomalies... Better luck next time I suppose."
"Yeah..." Dipper gave Ford a small smile, "Better luck next time."
#gravity falls#ford pines#stanford pines#dipper pines#mabel pines#prompt#ask#hope you feel better soon!#your prompt was fine
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Gravity Falls Rewatch S1E12 A Tale of Two Stans
Honestly I’m so glad they took an entire episode to address all of Stan’s mysteries, especially after what we learned about him last episode
AWWWWWWW I LOVE BABY STANS ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
Stan punches a perfect triangle in the wood oooo spooky
There’s a photo in the intro now with Ford putting away Journal 1!
Stan is just so happy to see his brother again :)
FORD SPEAKING WOOOOOOO LETS GET IT
Ayo new fictional crush acquired???
Me hearing Ford’s voice for the first time at age 13: CAVE JOHNSON FROM PORTAL 2?!?!
If I had a nickel for every character voiced by JK Simmons who has a strong association with portals I’d have two (three?) nickels, which isn’t a lot, but it’s weird that it happened twice, right?
Damn Ford got some sick moves get it old man
Dipper and Mabel’s grandparent is named Shermie
“I have a niece and nephew?” BRO 🥺🥺🥺🥺
“I like this kid. She’s weird” :))))
Dipper really embodying the fandom with his “you’re the author of the journals” comment
“You’ve read my journals?” Nah he’s just read the one
Mabel being a good sister and comforting Dipper through this almost-throwing up episode :)
We got the Stanley-Stanford name swap reveal folks!!!!!!
Soos canonically writes fanfic about Grunkle Stan
Stan’s mom was a fake psychic, maybe explaining him seeing through Gideon’s lies?
“Ford had a birth defect leading to him being obsessed with sci-fi and mystery” is so fucking based fr
It looks like Ford picked a fashion style as a kid and STUCK with it, good for him
Stan really was like that even as a kid lmao
I love the baby Stan twins’ relationship
It really was a mistake, Stan really loves his brother and didn’t mean to ruin things for him :(
Baby Shermie!
Stan’s dad is kind of a dick
Why was Ford writing in Journal 1? I thought that one was full?
I want to read Ford’s thesis
Octavia the 8-legged cow was in one of Ford’s books!
Okay so Gravity Falls has just always been like thatTM
Looks like one of Wendy’s relatives helped to build the Mystery Shack!
Dipper fanboying over the journals is something I needed in my life
Ford has some great art skills fr
Baby shapeshifter!
“It was finally a place where I felt at home” ayo…….LGBT-coded??
Ford and McGucket were college buddies!!
McGucket could have been Steve Jobs?!?
Looks like we have relatives to the “get him get him” guy
Ford and Stan were both at places at some point in their lives where they “didn’t need anyone”
The Mystery Shack address is 618 Gopher Road (there’s that number 618 again!)
Stan and Ford didn’t talk for over 10 years since Stan got kicked out :(
“Have you come to steal my eyes?!” Is that what the Society of the Blind Eye was doing at first?!?
“Let’s talk this through, okay?” Stan still cares, he always has 🥺🥺🥺🥺
“I’ve been around the world” I want to know how many countries Stan has been to
I want to know how Gideon found Journal 2
Stan’s tattoo is actually a burn mark!!!!
Stanley was sleeping in the Carpet Diem room!!!!
Young Lazy Susan and how her eye got lazy!
Young Blubs!
Young “get him get him” guy!
The cash register reads “6.18”
Early version of Dipper’s hat!
Ford really channeling that Cave Johnson spirit for that scene where he shooed out the feds
Soos and Wendy offscreen friendship!!
Loved Stan and Ford’s last interaction before they got all mean and bitter
Mabel worrying about the future! :(
Great episode!! One of my favorites!
I AM VERY VERY NORMAL ABOUT GRUNKLE FORD OKAY????????
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So much for stardust chapter twenty three.
I woke up to Bee rubbing my head. I was drowsy and nauseous, my lungs heavy. I didn’t panic at the oxygen mask on my face. “Good morning, Kenz.”
“Did you have to dress up in the sexy Nurse Joy outfit?” I noticed Bee blushing a lot, petting my head. “How’s Dipper?”
“He’s been trying to visit you every day, bringing you flowers and chocolate.”
“Did you check the color of his eyes?” Bee froze and snapped her fingers. “Yeah, maybe we should do something about Bipper thirsting after me after literally dragging me to who knows where and almost drowning me. Bill keeps possessing Dipper and getting away with who knows what. You might wanna catch him. And does Ford know how frequent Bill has been possessing Dipper? I assume not.” I tried to get up, but I collapsed and almost threw up. “Rest. We’ll catch Dipper.” Bee rubbed my head as I laid down on my side.
I felt a tap on my shoulder. I gazed in the direction in a gaze. “Wah? Dipper?” I immediately started to snarl, but then I realized that his form was more translucent and he was floating mid air. “Dipper? Is it really you? In the mindscape? How can I see you?” I gazed around for anyone else in the room. Bee must’ve left to Chad rafter Bipper. I wonder if Vortex is around.
“Kenz, you have to help me!!!”
“How long have you been possessed for?” I felt my heart tear in half for Dipper. “Since I got sick a couple weeks ago.”
“Wait what?” I noticed how translucent Dipper’s form was, as if it wasn’t even there. “So that’s why you’ve been acting so… so different. Like an arrogant asshole who doesn’t need anyone at one moment, then some thirsty fanboy who wants to—“
“I don’t need a graphic description of whatever the fuck Bill has been doing to you.” Dipper sighed, laying his ghost down beside me. “How is your body still even alive? And can transform into a weredego. That’s something you have to get used to. Like I have to get used to the Umbredoggo thing. I still can’t control when I transform half the time. At least you’re cured of rabies and you can make out with Pacifica again. The virus won’t be in your system anymore because of the herbal treatment Jayfeather prepared.”
“You were kidnapped by feral cats for an entire week. How did you survive without freezing to death?”
“The older and younger cats piled on top of me and kept me warm. I need a long warm shower and a warm breakfast of fluffy pancakes.” I started coughing, feeling the water rise in my throat. “Kenz. I’m so sorry about this. I’ll figure out a way to get my body back.”
“That’s what Bee’s tryna do as well. We’ve both had a rough couple of weeks, haven’t we?” I sighed, gazing at Dipper. “How do you know about me and Pacifica, Kenz?”
“I’m surprised you haven’t woken up the whole town at this point with your wet dreams. ‘Oh harder Pacifica. Yes mommy.’ It’s like she fucking pegs you.”
“On the topic of relationships, what’s going on with you and Bee?”
“What do you mean?” I yawned, thinking about how much Bee has been giggling and blushing whenever she’s in my presence. “Look. There’s nothing going on on my end with Bee. At least when I’m in my right mind. Bee’s with Vortex anyways.”
“Is it really one sided when you mew in your sleep like I do.”
“Shut the fuck up. You watch me in my sleep? When did you last sleep?”
“I immediately regret having this conversation.” Dipper sighed, laughing. “The first thing I do when I get my body back is telling Ford that you need your own room.”
“The feeling’s mutual.” I grabbed my phone, seeing a lot of get well soon texts from Loona. She immediately sent me a link, which I clicked on. Big mistake. I rushed to click out of my phone, as the link was to a satire Yiff video. Dipper screamed as I rolled my eyes. I texted Loona. “What the fuck was that?”
“Sorry. Missclicked.”
“Loona’s into you, Kenz.” Dipper said in a matter of fact tone. “I thought she was fine to keep things as just friends.”
“See all those heart emojis?”
“Great. It’s the perfect thing I need. Romantic drama. What next? Wendy is gonna start sending me her hentai collection? How about a bunch of Pokémon x reader fics from Mabel? Might as well lump in Vortex while we’re at it!”
Dipper was blushing as I checked in on the Discord including all my middle school friends that I’m still in touch with. It was business as usual, kids complaining about the bus and assignments. I realized in that moment that I hadn’t checked in ever since I had moved to Gravity Falls.
“Who are they?”
“Just some old friends from middle school.” I sent a message in the discord telling them that I was okay, and that my birthday excursion to NB2 was canceled due to the move.
Bee trudged in, holding a feral Bipper. “It wasn’t easy catching him but I got him.”
“Unhand me!!!” His demeanor changed as soon as he saw me. “Oh hey Kenzy Wenzy. Why don’t you rip—“
“Not gonna happen.” I sat up, trying to right myself. “So how do we get Dipper his body back? His mindscape form is right here. I mean, we can tickle Bill out of him, but how do we stop future possessions?”
Bee tied Bipper down to a bed akin to a scene from The Exorcist. “We have to break the deal.”
“That can’t be easily done!!!” Bipper burst out laughing as he squirmed against the ropes.
“The deal’s off.”
“You can’t do tha… Fuck!!! He can.” Bill left Dipper’s body as Dipper returned to his. Bee untied him as Dipper laid on the bed, panting from exhaustion. “Oww. Everything hurts. I can’t fucking move.” Despite saying that, Dipper crawled over to me. “Kenz.”
“Get off of me!!!”
“I’m so fucking tired.” He nuzzled my neck as I shoved him off. “Can you call Ford? He absolutely reeks of alcohol and weed. I think Bill drugged his body.”
“I also detect a heavy aphrodisiac.” Bee noticed Dipper pass out on my chest, cuddling me. Bee was almost glaring at Dipper. “You’re not jealous, aren’t you?”
“I’m pissed that Bill would do this.”
“Let it go. Bill can’t hurt Dipper now. I’m just as irritated as you. And not just because he’s not getting up. He smells like death, he’s covered in bugs, and there’s so many cuts. He needs a fucking doctor. Not cuddles.”
“You don’t smell that good either.”
“I know!!! I haven’t had a fucking shower!!! How are my lungs doing? I feel shitty.” I coughed up bright green phlegm on Dipper. “Sorry buddy.”
“I need to get Ford here.” Bee grabbed her phone, calling Ford. I took off Dipper’s phlegm covered shirt and put it aside on the night stand. I noticed a network of horrendous wounds from various sharp objects. Some of them were cat bite wounds from the warrior cats. There were scars from past fights and from forks being stabbed into his arms. I have a feeling that this isn’t the last we’ll hear of Bipper. His skin was stained scarlet with blood. At least there’s no infection or maggots like last time.
Dipper started twitching in his sleep, screaming out my name. “Dipper buddy. It’s okay.” I rubbed his head, only to find it covered in ticks. “Eww. How does someone accumulate that many ticks?” I started hacking coughing again, shivering with fever. Dipper woke up to the sound of my coughing. “Hey Kenz?”
I checked his eyes before answering. Still dusty brown. I breathed a sigh of relief. “Yeah?”
“You don’t sound too good either.”
“I got pneumonia from the Moonpool drowning. My lungs are pretty fucked up. But at least my gills are fully healed. Might have to be on an antibiotic. I’m so fucking tired. And feverish. But at least I didn’t get fleas and ticks from those cats.”
“You reek of cat urine.”
“You smell like you just woke up from your own grave, which happened to be in an old brewery.” I gazed at Dipper, who was weak and still heavily intoxicated. “You drunk and stoned?”
“Really.” Dipper threw up on the bed. I noticed several poisonous insects and a bunch of Lego bricks. “Fuck!!!”
“Yeah, Bee’s gonna have to clean her sheets with a hazmat suit between the two of us.” I started to feel sicker and confused. I immediately backed away from Dipper. “I think Bill got into some harder stuff. I’m starting to feel some of it. Might wanna have Ford do a drug test.”
“Fuck…”
“You’re oddly coherent. Maybe that’s because your soul hasn’t caught up to your body.” I started to cough. “Ford should be here soon.”
Sure enough, as if on que, Ford arrived with Bee. I was loaded into the front seat whilst Dipper was loaded into the back.
I was laid down on the couch as Ford took Dipper to his private study. Bee laid with me, petting my head. “How are you feeling?”
“Shitty.” I leaned into Bee’s touch as she rubbed my shoulders. “I’m glad he didn’t get arrested or charged with felonies.”
“The cops here are pretty stupid.” Bee looked uncomfortable thinking about Dipper. I held back the tears. “Hey hey. Dipper’s gonna be okay.”
“How could I let this happen?” I buried my face into the cushions. “The rabies? The kidnapping by cats?”
“It’s not your fault.” Bee stroked my hair as I started purring. Why am I feeling this way? Why do I want to be petted and loved on? Why do I crave the cuddles?
I nuzzled Bee, unaware that I was doing so. Bee started nuzzling me back, stroking my back. I pressed my lips on Bee’s, her tongue slipping in. She tastes like sugar and honey.
Suddenly, Ford walked in and cleared his throat. Bee and I scrambled off each other as I hid back into the couch cushions. “What the fuck was going on?”
#gravity falls#bill cipher#ford pines#dipper pines#helluva boss#self insert#so much for stardust#bee helluva boss
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Encanto AU where Dipper and Mabel both take the place of Mirabel. Everyone in Gravity Falls loves the Pines family, and they're all beloved for their special powers. On the night of their gift ceremony, the entire town is buzzing because they're twins, and everyone is wondering what their powers could be and if they're going to be interconnected. But then It happens, their doors fizzle out and they don't get their gift, and it's a huge deal at first but otherwise not talked about.
Two months before their 13th birthday, the magic starts fading from the Shack and everyone around them has their gifts going wonky. It's canon in the Encanto-verse that even children who are adopted into the family can receive magical gifts because they're still members of the family, so this means that Soos gets a gift too (which would be cute to imagine if he could fix everything he touches, but also heartbreaking in the sense that he wants to help fix the Shack but can't because his gift is falling apart).
Dipper and Mabel are somehow convinced it's their fault, the reason the Shack is falling apart is because of them. But it's brought up to them in hushed voices that it can't be them, it can't be a twin thing, because they're not the first pair of twins in the household. I'm thinking in this AU, they're aware of Great Uncle Ford, who has super-intelligence as a gift and can give an answer to just about any question anyone approaches him. In a sad, ironic sort of way, he's exactly like Bruno, except his knowledge is based in logic and intelligence, rather than hypothetical visions of the future.
What they don't know is that Great Uncle Ford had a twin brother named Stanley, and the family supposedly hasn't seem him since he ran away from home. Maybe he got into a similar fight with Ford as he did in gravity falls canon, or maybe he was lead to feel less adequate than Ford. He was sick of always being compared to and confused for Ford, especially given that they're identical twins and everyone kept approaching him believing him to be Ford. On the night of Dipper and Mabel's gifting ceremony when everyone was distracted, he snuck out and nobody saw him since.
Dipper and Mabel come to the conclusion that it must be it, Stan must be the missing piece and that he and Ford have to make up for the magic to put itself together because they can't be whole without every member of the family, and they set out to find where he could be. They're lead to the portal basement where he's been living this whole time, and he explains similarly to Bruno that he left because he felt worthless but couldn't bring himself to leave because he still loves everyone.
Dipper and Mabel eventually drag him out from the basement, and try and try again to get Stan and Ford to talk and make up to try and fix things. Maybe Dipper and Mabel are too pushy about it, or maybe Stan can't convince himself to talk to Ford, and the house eventually falls apart, as in Encanto canon. Everyone is convinced it's all over and done with, it's hopeless, until Ford sees Dipper and Mabel helping each other out of the rubble. They care so much about each other, and it hits him so close to home to see. Stan's run off by this point, so Ford tracks him down where they're able to talk things over on their own terms and away from the ears of others, and once they're able to see each other's point of view, they're able to come back to the Shack together and help rebuild the Shack from the ground up.
#gravity falls#encanto#gravity falls au#encanto au#copy-pasted directly from discord ramblings because this au is my baby#self care is mashing your two biggest hyperfixations together
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Bitches I need help. I remembered a Gravity Falls fanfic that I wanna read again but 1) can't find it anywhere and 2) have no idea what it's called and all I remember is it's on AO3 and it starts with Ford having a nightmare about being tortured by Bill then waking up after Weirdmagedon and having to treat the chain burns (remember when he got struck by lightning x1000 by Bill? Yeah those burns) but he gets a little sick of it and throws up to which it wakes up Stan and Ford tries to hide that he's not doing okay physically and Stan sees right through it and they argue about it then waking up Mabel and Dipper and them finding them awake. I don't remember what happens after that tho but if anyone, any single one, ANYONE knows what I'm talking about and either knows the name or has the link to it or something like that to help me and possibly others find it if they're interested by that shitty description I gave, please reblog this with the name, link, whatever to help em and others find it. Thank you and goodnight as I countinue to look for it.
#gravity falls#gf ford#ptsd ford#gf stan#stanford pines#stanley pines#mable pines#gravity falls ford#gravity falls stan#gravity falls mable#gravity falls dipper#dipper#fanifiction#please help me find this fic#pleeeaaase#stangst
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Footprints.
Prompt: Your soulmate leaves coloured footprints only visible to you.
Ship: Dipper Pines x Reader
Word Count: 2213
Fandom: Gravity Falls
TW: Swearing, mentions of being tied up (not detailed), mentions of blood (not detailed), also possibly for mention of forced marriage?
Summary: [Y/N] goes on a walk in the woods, alone. It doesn't go as planned and Dipper gets rather angry about what happens to them.
Again, extra thanks to Star! They also really helped me with ideas for this one!
“I'm going on a walk!” You called out, opening the door to the Shack. You and your close friend, were staying at his Great Uncle's house. “Where to?” Dipper called back, a slight bit concerned. “Just around!” You called back, though you had slightly darker intentions. You were going to go into the woods, which you had been strictly warned not to without Ford or Dipper. But you wanted to go alone- You wanted to go on adventure, and that slight sense of danger just excited you more. Nothing bad would happen to you, though, right?
You made your way into the forest, sunlight slowly beginning to dim as you walked on further. You hummed quietly as you walked, looking around at the scenery. Sure, this place gave you a bit of a creepy vibe, but it was nothing too bad! Besides, there was a trail! You'd find your way back! You were very confident in yourself of that! That showed in your stride as you walked on.
After an hour or so, you decided to start to head back. You turned around, but felt something pull on your leg. You glanced down to see little men- Gnomes! Those are what these were! They almost tried to kidnap Mabel, but there was only one, you'd be good! You kicked him away and began on your merry way back to the shack, however the gnomes had different plans, and you were soon out on the ground cold, and being dragged back to begin a courting session with a bunch of creepy little men.
It had been a few of hours, and Dipper was starting to get concerned. He'd thought you'd be back by now. He stepped out onto the porch, the sun was starting to set. He glanced around, and saw a trail of near-neon footprints leading into the woods. You'd always left those footprints. Dipper didn't know what they meant, really, and he'd brought them up to no avail, but he knew they were yours. You'd gone into the woods. Alone. You could be in danger- Oh god, oh god no- Where was Ford??
“Grunkle Ford!!” Dipper screamed, near further breaking the vending machine as he punched (quite literally?) the code in and came down the elevator (which seemed to be going much too slow). “[Y/N]- They- They went into the woods- Alone!” He started, panic clear in his voice. “They- They could be in danger! You HAVE to help me!!” He was hyperventilating, eyes wide in fear. Ford took one look at him, got up, and grabbed two flashlights, handing one to Dipper. “Calm down. We'll find them.” Dipper nodded, and they headed back up to start their trek into the woods.
“How do you know they went into the forest?” Ford questioned, turning on his flashlight as they began to walk. “Footprints-” Dipper was still out of breath from his panic attack. “Footprints?” Ford questioned. He nodded. “They're- These neon colored footprints- They always leave them behind!” Ford blinked at Dipper, looking at him confused. “I don't see anything, Dipper...” He glanced around at the area Dipper was pointing to with his flashlight. Maybe there was a hint of a bootprint, but not neon footprints. Dipper just shook his head and began into the woods, Ford close behind.
It took Dipper and Ford about an hour to find the end of the footprints. They just… Ended? “What?!” Dipper near yelled, worry and panic lacing his voice again. “Calm down.” Ford sighed, glancing at the ground. He look around a bit more, pointing the flashlight around the trail. That's when both of them noticed it- Drag marks. Something had stolen [Y/N] away. The idea of that made Dipper feel mildly sick. What had stolen them?! Were they alright? Crap- Crap!!
Just then, the both of them heard a blood curdling scream, followed by a, “LET ME GO, YOU MONSTERS!!” Ford glanced at Dipper, then back in the direction the scream had come from. “Ford, we have to go after them-” “Dipper, we're not prepared. We have nothing to counter them with.” Ford replied, sighing. “Grunkle Ford! I love them!! We can't just leave them there! Those fucking gnomes tried to court my sister and now them?! We can't just let them get taken by the gnomes!” Ford stared at Dipper, in utter shock that he'd just sworn.
The two of them then heard distant yelling, from [Y/N]. “Do you hear that?! Dipper's going to come save me from you FREAKS!!” Followed by another scream and a, “GET OFF OF MY LEG!!” Dipper than broke out into a full sprint, Ford following behind, albeit slower and more carefully.
“Dipper Pines?” One of the gnomes questioned. “Yes, Dipper Pines! He's going to kill you when he gets here!” You struggled- These stupid creatures had tied you to a tree! A tree!! And they were trying to climb up your legs?! The main one- Jeff, was it? Oh who gives a shit what his name was – Began to pace around. “He already tried to steal our queen once… Now he's going to steal you from us?” “I'm not yours!!” You screamed, squirming more. “You WILL be our ruler! My lovely, wonderful spouse!” “I'm NOT going to be your god damn spouse!” You yelled back, feeling the ropes begin to loosen a bit. Oh thank god.
“You can't keep doing this- We aren't prepared- Dipper--” Ford was now running a bit faster, Dipper was still ahead by a good bit. The both of them could see the fire from the gnomes, as well as a shadow of someone tied up to a tree. They tied you up in a tree?! Oh, that made Dipper even more angry! He was going to destroy those gnomes.
“[Y/N]-!” Dipper called as he stumbled upon the sight. “Dipper Pines.” Jeff started, turning around. “I remember you, you sound a lot different from when I first met you, and-” He stopped, and stared at Dipper, his smug expression dropping. “A lot...” He started to back up, putting his hands up. “Talleeeerrr...” Dipper crossed his arms, glaring daggers at the previously mentioned gnome. “You stole my sister and now them?! What the actual fuck is wrong with you?!” Ford, out of breath already from running so much, lost his breath again when Dipper swore. Again.
You managed to wrangle yourself loose from the ropes, falling on your knees, legs a bit weak from being stuck in the tree. Dipper ran over to you, catching you before you fully fell. He pulled you up, holding you extremely tightly, like if he let go you were going to be stolen away by the gnomes again. (Most of them were cowering in the corner from seeing a now tall Dipper.) “If you mess with someone I love one more time I am GOING to come out here and kill you all myself, do you HEAR me?!” Dipper threatened, pulling you closer to him. Ford stared at his great-nephew, astonished. He really was pissed at these gnomes.
“[Y/N]- Are you okay? Oh my god I'm so sorry- Are you okay?” His tone had softened, quite a bit. “I- I'm fine, Dipper-” He loosened his grip on you, glancing at you. “You're bleeding- Oh god you're bleeding-” He wasn't bothered by blood, unless it was yours, apparently. “I'm- Fine- Really-” “No, we're going back to the shack and getting you patched up- I'm- God I'm so sorry this is all my fault I-” He picked you up and began to carry you out of the woods, rambling about how he was sorry for swearing and how he was so sorry he wasn't there with you.
By the time the three of you had gotten back to the shack most of the shock had worn off. You felt a bit ill from the adrenaline rush, and the scratches on your legs were beginning hurt a bit, but other than that you were fine. Ford, on the other hand, was still shocked at Dipper's outburst and swearing. He got inside and sat down at the table, staring off into space and thinking about the fact he'd heard Dipper swear- At him, someone he idealized.
Dipper took you into the bathroom and cleaned you up, insisting on making sure every wound was covered. (He was still apologizing greatly about what happened.) Once he was done wrapping your legs up he finally let you get up. You were a bit shaky, but overall mostly okay. You two walked down to the kitchen, you getting a glass of water and sat across from Ford. You were trying to make the nausea from having an adrenalin rush go away.
Dipper moved behind you, his hands gently rubbing your shoulders in an endearing way. You leaned back and closed your eyes- He was definitely helping calm you down, at least a little bit. Stan and Mabel came down a few minutes later, both staring at the scene in front of them. Stanford Pines, the one who always looked ready for everything and showed no weakness, no fear, always calm as could be, was sitting there, disheveled and astonished.
Stan looked over the scene, before plainly stating, “What the fuck happened here?” “Well- You see- [Y/N] went into the woods, and-” “I'll explain. Stanley, a word?” The Stans went away into another room, while a tired (but slowly growing less so) Mabel stood in the doorway, staring at her brother, who was genuinely showing affection to somebody.
“Stanley. Dipper swore. At me.” Ford started with. A great start, really. Stan blinked, raising an eyebrow. “He swore at you?” He repeated, clearly in doubt. “Yes. Multiple times- Though the second was aimed at the gnomes. You see, [Y/N] went into the woods, and Dipper was following these- Footprints they had left?” He was still unsure on that part. “They had been taken by the gnomes. Dipper was… Very unhappy with the whole situation, and he swore at me, Stanley.” Stan let out a hearty laugh, patting his brother's shoulder- Poor Ford still looked extremely distraught.
Mabel, who had been eves dropping on her grunkle's, turned to Dipper, who was now getting you another glass of water. “You saw their FOOTPRINTS?!” She near yelled, though out of excitement. Oh my gosh! Her bother had found his soulmate!! Dipper turned to her, raising an eyebrow as he gave the now full glass to you. “Yeah?” He sat down beside you, giving you a glance. “DIPPER DO YOU KNOW WHAT THIS MEANS?!” “N..o?” He tilted his head. You were way too out of it to think properly- Though you did remember seeing Dipper leaving neon footprints behind him as he carried you… Weird.
Mabel squealed. “YOU TWO ARE SOULMATES!! I KNEW IT!!” At this point, all of Gravity Falls was going to be awoken by Mabel's yelling. “What?!” was simultaneously yelled by three individuals- Stan, Ford, and Dipper. You were... still a bit too out of it, and were trying to ignore Mabel's yelling. “YES!!” She squealed, running over to him. “There are these neon footprints! When you meet your soulmate, they leave them!! Eeee!! Dipper!! You found them! YOU FOUND THEM!” She was now jumping up and down. You groaned, and Dipper turned to you with a concerned look, gently rubbing your back.
You swore you heard Ford make an offhanded comment about someone named Fiddle…. Fiddleford? And Stan letting out a snort. “Mabel, that isn't possible...” Dipper shook his head, looking at you. Were you his soulmate? No, you couldn't be. Those footprints meant nothing.
“Dipper Pines!” Mabel- Almost screamed, though she was being slightly quieter now. “Don't deny it! I knew it! Look at the way you're treating them!” Dipper shook his head, though deep down he knew that was the truth. You leaned into his hand a bit as he continued to rub your back. “Dipper I know you love them!” She squealed. Yeah, you knew he loved you too. It was platonic right? I mean, sure, you were in love with him, but he didn't need to know that. “Mabel- Not that way.” Dipper sighed. “Yes that way!! You've stayed up at night talking about them!” She squealed. You glanced at him, and let out this soft laugh with a weak, “Really?”
“Uh- No!” “He's lying!” You knew he was lying- He was never good at hiding it. You let out a tired laugh, and let yourself lean against Dipper with a sigh. “Hey, Dipstick?” You muttered to him, glancing up at him. “Yeah?” He asked, ignoring Mabel again. “Can we go to bed?” He looked at you, then nodded. “Do you want me to carry you?” He questioned, and you simply gave a nod in response. The two of you had already decided you'd sleep in the same bed- That wasn't weird, right? No, not at all.
He laid you down, and got under the covers with you. “If I make you uncomfortable, tell me, okay?” He asked, softly. You nodded again, cuddling up to him. “Hey Dipper?” You murmured, nuzzling into him a bit. “Yeah?” He replied, softly. “Goodnight. I love you.” He gave a breathy laugh, though the feeling in his chest told a different story. “Goodnight, [Y/N]. I love you, too.” Now it was your turn to, tiredly, laugh. “I know, baby, I know.”
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Billdip Weirdmagddeon
Hi everyone! I want to do a billdip roleplay but i have nobody to roleplay with. Also in this au Dipper is 16 and in human years Bill is also 16! If anyone wants to do a billdip roleplay please comment on this blog and i'll reply!
Please see readings below for the roleplay:
Year: 2012, June 18th, Weirdmagddon (please don't hate on me if i got the date wrong, its all made up here!)
Dipper had just got in a fight with Mabel. He opens his backpack and sees that he has Mabels backpack. He immediately rushes out of his room through the front door. The air was cold as Dippers bangs blew in the wind.
(switch to Mabel)
Mabel was sitting by a tree, crying about the fight she had with her brother. She didn't like fighting with her twin nor thee idea of him schooling with Ford and she going to school alone at home. She opens her backpack hoping her water bottle full of Mabel juice was in there. She saw chewed up pens, a water bottle full of water, and other nerd stuff. "This isn't even my backpack its Dippers!" Mabel said as she slightly pushes the backpack away. As she pushes it, some globe looking thing fell out. Mabel pick it up and looked at it confused. "What on earth is this thing?" Mabel said with pure confusion. Suddenly the time traveler came in front of her. Mabel looked up kind of shocked. "H-Hello? Oh its you the time traveler guy" Mabel said wiping her tears. "indeed it is me, say, I can make you have an endless summer. But only if you give me the rift. The time traveler says pointing to the globe looking thing in Mabels hand. Mabel hesitated for a moment, finally giving in and gave him the "rift". Suddenly the time traveler started laughing, snapping his fingers as Mabel fell to a fast sleep. He put her in a pinkish bubble with chains around it. He continued laughing and turned into a Triangle form. "Oh its happening, its finally, finally happening!" the triangle said.
(you guys who watched the show know the rest so time skip :3)
(switch to Dipper and Ford)
The sky turned a weird looking color and Dipper was confused while on the other hand, Ford knew exactly what was happening. "Whats happening?!" Dipper shouted to Ford. "The end of the world Dipper, the end of the world.." Ford said. Dipper looked at Ford knowing what he meant. Ford and Dipper rushed into town sitting in the bell tower. "Ok Dipper if i time this perfectly we can stop this mess." Said Ford holding a large gun. Dipper nodded. Ford held up the gun, pointing it at Bill. But before he could, the bell came to life and banged Ford in the head, making him hit Bill in the hat. Bill's hat was made of actually skin and regrew making Dipper feel sick. Bill turned around. "Will if this day couldn't get any BETTER" Bill shouted pointing his finger and exploding the bell tower. Ford and Dipper ducked and Bill floated over in front of Ford. Meanwhile, Dipper hid. "well well well. its been a while since we had a chat face to face!' Bill said looking at Ford. Bill grabbed Ford, showing him to his friends. "This armagddon wouldn't have been possible without his help, give him a sixfingered hand!" Bill shouted as they all clapped. "Stop this Bill! I know what you want and i'll never join you!" Ford shouted angerily at Bill. "why did the old man do this?" Bill held both his hands up. "This?" Ford coped Bill's arms. "Because he needed a new back stracher!' Bill and his friends laughed, turning Ford into a statue. Dipper had seen enough and was very angry. "Get your hands off my uncle!" Dipper shouted at Bill. Bill turned around "Will.isnt,this.INTERESTING" Bill echoed as his eye flashed white, looking Dipper right in the eyes. "Well well well, my old puppet is back for an encore!" Bill said to Dipper. "This isnt funny Bill give me back my uncle or o-or ill use this!" Dipper shouted, bringing out the journal. This made Bill laugh. "Ok then do something to me right now kid!" Bill said. Dipper rushed fastly through through the journal and was grunting will doing so. "I um-I" Dipper mumbled. "I um-I" Bill mocked Dipper. "Come on kid show me what you got everyones
waiting!" Bill put his hands into a fight stance, pressuring Dipper. Dipper couldn't find anything. What Dipper had done next was shocking.
Ok so that was my roleplay idea! Please comment if you wanna roleplay with me!
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Birthday Wishes, Birthday Kisses
Second place
by @penningpines
{ I know they turned 21 last year, but getting drunk for the first time on 21st birthdays is like v special to me }
Grunkle Stan guided the blindfolded twins into the kitchen, a hand resting on each of their shoulders.
“Alright, kids, you can take them off now.”
“Hardly kids now,” they heard Wendy laugh. They removed their blindfolds to find her, Soos, and both their Grunkles standing before the kitchen table, which was lined with brightly colored bottles and cans.
Mabel tilted her head. “What is—”
“Alcohol!” Stan exclaimed, throwing his arms into the air. “Booze! Man’s great equalizer!”
Ford, standing at the other side of the table, chuckled warmly. “He may have already had a bit. Happy birthday, kids! You are officially of legal drinking age now, so enjoy yourselves! But go slow. And hydrate!”
Soos raised a bottle in the air and beckoned Dipper over to him. “You’re a man now. Come try this shit.”
The dark brown glass bottle in Soos’s hand didn’t look like it contained anything terribly appetizing, and the closer Dipper got to it, the worse it stunk of yeast. He reached out to take the bottle from Soos, who was now holding it in front of him, and with another small sniff and a grimace, he reluctantly took a sip. Immediately after, he began coughing and sputtered out a, “this is disgusting!”, shoving the bottle back into Soos’s hand.
“That’s the taste of manhood,” Stan said proudly, clinking his own beer bottle against Soos’s. “It’s an acquired taste, like coffee and cigarettes and lake water. You’ll get used to it.”
“What was that last one?”
Stan narrowed his eyes. “Cigarettes?”
“N-no, after that,” Dipper replied, grabbing a bottle of water off of the table and chugging it down to get the taste of stale bread and dead dreams off of his tongue.
“Don’t worry about it,” Stan said, waving a hand dismissively.
Mabel watched in slight horror as the interaction went on. “Do I have to drink that, too?”
“No, thank fuck,” Wendy cut in, handing a colorful, foamy, multicolored atrocity to her. “I took the liberty of making you something a little more… you. It’s gonna be a total sugar rush, and you won’t be able to taste the alcohol at all, so be very careful.”
Mabel’s eyes widened as an excited gasp left her. She eagerly took the glass from Wendy, placing her lips on the colorful twisty straw she had stuck into it, and took a big sip.
“Dipper!”
A disgusted look remained on Dipper’s face as he turned to face his twin. “What?”
“You have to try this!” Mabel pushed the glass into his hands, eyes sparkling in anticipation as she waited for her brother to taste it.
Dipper raised an eyebrow, observing the foamy pink mess, before taking a small sip.
“What do you think?!” She asked enthusiastically.
He grimaced yet again. “This is so… I can feel my teeth rotting…”
“Sorry,” Wendy laughed. “I may or may not have literally poured like an entire cup of sugar in there after all the sodas and juices.”
“It doesn’t bother me,” Mabel boasted, snatching her drink back from Dipper and taking another swig.
“You’re used to running on sugar and boybands, Mabes,” he chuckled. “Of course it doesn’t bother you.”
“Try something straight with a mixer, then,” Ford suggested, tapping a finger against the lid of the vodka bottle closest to him. “Any soda or juice will mix with it.”
Dipper eyed the table, grabbing a peach Pitt Cola and an empty cup.
“You’ll wanna measure the hard stuff,” Soos advised, handing a shot glass to Dipper. “And use more mixer than alcohol, otherwise that’s all you’re gonna be able to taste.”
With an appreciative nod, Dipper filled the shot glass, poured it into the cup, and filled the rest with Pitt Cola. A single sip and he seemed satisfied with the mix. “Thanks, Soos.”
“It’s what I’m here for,” he smiled. He then deadpanned. “I am the keeper of alcoholic knowledge.”
Stan playfully slapped a hand against Soos’s back. “Sure are, big guy.”
“Oh, on that,” Wendy piped up. “Carbonation will filter the alcohol into your blood quicker, so be careful with your mixers.”
Soos cleared his throat as he stood from his spot and offered it to Dipper, Wendy mirroring the same action for Mabel. “Go on. Sit down. Drink. Talk about stuff.”
The twins took a seat, offering each other a smile across the table.
“Here’s to 21,” Mabel smiled, raising her glass to meet Dipper’s.
“21,” he repeated, tapping his glass against Mabel’s.
They each took another sip or two.
“Who do you wanna bet is more of a lightweight?” Ford asked, working away at his own bottle.
“Mabel,” Wendy responded instantly. “Definitely. No offense,” she laughed, turning her attention to the accused. “It’s just… in my experience, for some reason, alcohol tends to hit the bubbly ones first, and I’m pretty confident you’re a happy, giggly drunk.”
“What kind of drunk do you think I am?” Dipper inquired.
“Hmm…”
“Conspiracy theorist,” Stan offered easily. “I am fully expecting you to go on about lizard people once it kicks in.”
“Hey,” he laughed. “Not fair! Don’t conspiracy theorists sound crazy? I don’t think—”
“To be fair,” Soos interrupted, taking another swig of his drink. “Your book of crazy monster stuff sounds like some conspiracy type stuff a lot of the time.”
Dipper scoffed playfully in mock offense. “Gravity Falls is full of crazy shit. I am merely documenting and researching said shit.”
This time, Ford slapped a hand against Dipper’s back. “That’s my boy! Carrying on the family business, eh?”
Mabel giggled into her drink, lips pulling at her straw, perhaps a tad too fast. “You still need to find me a unicorn. Like a good unicorn. Not one that’s all full of themselves.”
“What if I find you a caticorn instead?” He offered.
“Even better!” Mabel laughed, raising her glass, which was now halfway empty.
Wendy raised hers to meet Mabel’s this time. “Slow down there, birthday girl,” she laughed, reaching for a bottle of water to offer her. “I told you this one was pretty strong, and you don’t want to make yourself sick.”
“Pshhh,” Mabel laughed. “From sugar? I don’t get sick! My body’s built up a tolerance! A-after that whole Smile Dip incident…”
“From alcohol,” she smiled, pouring one of the water bottles into Mabel’s drink until it reached the rim. “This will help, trust me.”
Soos followed suit, pouring water into what little Dipper had gotten through on his own drink.
“Take it from someone older and wiser, little dudes,” he said, grabbing his own bottle to chug. “Hydrate or diedrate.”
“Or,” Wendy laughed. “Less drastically, hydrate or get super sick and have an awful hangover in the morning.”
“Speaking of,” Soos said, turning his attention to Stan and Ford. “Do you guys remember the first time you got drunk?”
The older twins exchanged a glance, and Ford was the first to speak.
“Times were different. Laws were different, too. We were 16, and—”
“—and you got fucked off of three beers,” Stan interrupted, pointing and laughing at his twin. “And then you got sick, but I never did. Alpha Twin!”
Ford rolled his eyes playfully. “You are not the Alpha Twin just because—”
“Ha!” Now Mabel was pointing at Dipper. “You’re the Ford, I’m the Stan! Alpha Twin!”
“Yeah!” Stan cheered, thrusting his fist into the air. “I got Mabel!”
“Hey!” Dipper laughed. “What about me?”
“I got you,” Ford proclaimed proudly. “Together, we will discover all the mysteries of Gravity Falls!”
“Like whatever the hell is living at the bottom of Stan’s sock drawer,” Wendy loudly half-whispered to Soos, who stuck his hands up in defense, chuckling, “I don’t even wanna know!”
“Grunkle Stan and I will… hmm…” Mabel chewed at the tip of her straw. “Take over the world!”
“Quite a tall order to fill, little miss.” He moved in closer to ruffle her hair. “I don’t know if my back can keep up with that.”
“Oh, shit, wait!”
They all turned their attention to Wendy, who was taking hold of Mabel’s hand and helping her to her feet. “You guys need to stand up for a minute. If you sit the whole time, the first time you get up, you’ll fall over. Happened to me my first time! Robbie started freaking out for a minute, but I thought it was hilarious!”
“I’m sure it’s not so— whoa!” Mabel clutched onto Wendy’s arm, trying to stabilize herself. “Okay, maybe it’s a little bad right now.”
Soos did the same for Dipper, helping him up, though he was much more stable on his feet.
“One to ten,” Ford said, addressing the twins. “On a lev- uh, a scale, I mean. How drunk do you feel?”
“We don't…” Mabel started, to which Dipper finished, “…have anything to compare it to?”
“That was a dumb question for such a smart guy,” Stan cackled, shaking his head at his brother.
“Yeah,” he agreed, matching his twin’s joviality. “Pretty dumb!”
“What was your first time being drunk like?” Wendy asked Soos, reaching out to playfully pluck the bottle out of his hand.
“It was fun,” he snickered. “…until it wasn’t. I got, like, mega sick, dude. But before that, I was having a good ass time!”
“First time sickness buds!” She exclaimed, reaching out for a high five with the hand that wasn’t supporting Mabel.
“Is it, uh,” Dipper, who had just been released from Soos’s grasp, chuckled nervously. “Is it possible to, um, not get sick your first time? Or ever?”
“Hydrate or diedrate,” Soos repeated.
“Hydration,” Wendy giggled, thumping Soos’s bottle against his arm before handing it back to him. “And pacing yourself, and eating before, during, or both. After is kinda debated but it seems to help me, so I do it after, too. Fresh air can help.”
Mabel looked up at Stan. “Is that why you had us each so much before this?”
“As is tradition,” he winked.
“Okay,” Dipper nodded, reaching for another bottle of water with a slight quiver in his legs. Still steady so far.
“Especially you,” Wendy playfully punched Mabel in the arm, causing her to stumble. “You’ve been going at that thing way too fast.”
“The Alpha Twin,” Mabel giggled, “does not get sick. I simply transfer all my sickness to Dipper. When we were little, I had chicken pox. As soon as mine went away, Dipper got them. I haven’t gotten them since, and if that doesn’t prove my theory, I don’t know what will!”
“Mabel, I’m pretty sure chicken pox—”
“Shhh.” She pressed a finger against Dipper’s lips. “No.” Her finger dragged down his body, quickly swiping it over his chest and arms and grabbing at his hand, which she pulled down with her as she dropped to the floor. “We’re gonna sit here now!”
The room, if only slightly, steadied once Mabel had to focus less on keeping her knees from buckling or her legs from otherwise taking her down. As she looked across to Dipper, though, he seemed to be swaying a bit. Or maybe she was— she couldn’t tell.
Stan began telling a story above them, but from down on the ground, and with her lack of focus, his voice sounded small and distant.
“I’m… mmm… mm… tired.” She yawned and reached out for Dipper, who was already staring at her. “Are you tired?”
He shrugged his response. “You wanna go to bed?”
“Yes. No. Mm-may—yes.”
“Okay,” Dipper laughed. “Then let’s go to bed.”
“Okay.”
“Okay?”
“Okay,” Mabel repeated, now loud enough for the rest to hear, holding onto Dipper’s arm with one hand and Wendy’s leg with the other. She maneuvered herself onto her feet, tugging Dipper up with her, and just about shoved her face into his chest as she stumbled forward and clutched onto him more completely. “We are going to have a meeting. It’s about our twin telepathy.” She turned slightly to face the rest of the room. “And only s-s-twins who are under the age of… seventy-b-billion are allowed,” she slurred. “Okay, bye!”
“That means bedtime,” Dipper laughed, supporting Mabel as he helped move her over to the staircase. “This… may present a problem.”
Mabel stared intensely at the staircase for a moment, studying it, before she looked up slightly at her brother and pressed her hands against his chest and pushed to distance herself from him. “I am the Alpha Twin. There is no obstacle too large.”
“You’re gonna hurt yourself, Mabes. Come on. One step at a time.” He took hold of her arm which, honestly, she hadn’t noticed, and began helping her up the stairs.
“I’m doing it!” She exclaimed excitedly. “I’m doing it! I’m—” she looked down and noticed Dipper’s grip on her arm. “Oh. Well, we’re almost up there anyway!”
“Mabel, we’re only three steps up the—”
“We’re almost u-up there anyway,” she repeated, lifting an unstable foot, setting it down, lifting it again, moving it to the side, and fumbling closer to Dipper.
Wendy came up behind them, placed a hand on each of their backs, and helped push them forward. With some slight coordination issues, more than a little bit of random ‘whoaaa!’s, and Mabel tripping over her own feet not once, not twice, but three times, they made it to the top of the staircase.
“Should be able to handle it now,” Dipper giggled to himself, pulling Mabel against his chest once again and guiding her (pulling her, more like) to their shared bedroom.
He got them to the door, which, of course, was shut. He fumbled with the doorknob for a moment before the door swung open, which startled Mabel, and got them inside. He led Mabel over to her bed, which she managed to get into without too much trouble.
“Perfect birthday,” she mused, “almost.”
“Almost?” Dipper questioned, kneeling beside Mabel’s bed to keep himself from falling down. He had managed to keep it together enough up the stairs, but now his legs were threatening to give out and deprive him of his favorite pastime of walking in a straight line.
“There’s oooone birthday wish I didn’t get.” She stared up at the ceiling, clutching onto one of her stuffed animals.
“And what’s that? Maybe I can help?”
“Mm…” she thought for a moment. “No. Never mind. Too embarrassing. G’night!”
Dipper laughed, shaking her shoulder. “Come on, Mabes.”
“Nope.”
“You can tell me! I’m your twin. Come on, use the telepathy!”
She closed her eyes, placed a hand on Dipper’s forehead (well, mostly, and after a few tries), took a deep breath, and whispered, “I… wanted… a birthday kiss.”
Dipper scoffed, amused. “Is that it?”
“What do you mean ‘is that it’?!” She sat up quickly, opening her eyes and turning to look at him, face flushed. “It’s embarrassing! Aren’t you embarrassed?!”
“Mm… nope. Come on, you’ve admitted to me before that you’ve thought about it.”
“Thinking about it and actually doing it are two very different things, Dipper!”
He raised his hands up defensively with a soft laugh. “Alright, alright, just thought I’d offer.”
Mabel groaned playfully. She fell back into her mattress with a soft thud. “Okay… fine… come here.”
“What?”
“Come here! I’m gonna close my eyes so it’s not so… weird… and you’re gonna kiss me like I’m a princess.”
She could feel the weight on her bed shift, signaling that Dipper had sat down next to her. His next question came softly, softer than she expected, and she had to strain her ears to hear it.
“Like you’re a princess?”
“M-mhm…” she felt a little shyer about it now. It felt more real than when she had proposed it. She kept her eyes shut, but she felt her body tighten and flinch as he moved closer to her.
“Actually…” she opened her eyes to find Dipper’s face about a foot away from hers, watching her with a loving gaze. A slight smile was pulling at the corner of his mouth.
“Okay,” she breathed. She couldn’t help but smile, reflecting her twin’s. “You can… you can do it now.”
She let her eyes flutter shut again, and he followed her lead, closing the space between them slowly, anticipation building.
His lips hovered above hers for a moment, soft breath matching her own, tension in the room building to a climax when he slowly, softly pressed their lips together.
Though anticipated, it took both of them a split second to process what was happening. Quivering lips steadied as they pressed against their matching pair, and for a moment, they were stuck there, until Dipper pressed his harder against his twin’s before awkwardly pulling away.
He opened his eyes, almost hesitantly, and watched as Mabel did the same. She blushed deeply before breaking out into a fit of giggles, forcing her head to the side so her hair would fall into her face and offer even the slightest bit of concealment.
“Perfect birthday,” she mumbled into her pillow. “For real this time.”
Dipper moved in again to plant another kiss against her face, this one a soft, loving peck on the forehead. “I’m glad,” he grinned. “I agree.”
A comfortable silence filled the room, until he whispered, “goodnight, Mabel. Happy birthday.”
She felt the weight of her mattress shift again as he stood up, crossing the room to get into his own bed.
“Um, Dipp?”
“Yeah, Mabes?”
Mabel rolled over onto her other side to face him. “Can… um… can I get birthday cuddles, too? Like old times?”
He simply chuckled, turning and walking back to her bed, which she had begun moving stuffed animals and pillows off of to give him space to lie down.
“Thank you, bro bro.” She nuzzled her face into his chest as he wrapped his arms around her and rested his chin on the top of her head, breathing in her scent.
“Anything for the Alpha Twin,” he murmured, earning a giggle from his sister as she nuzzled closer to him.
“Best birthday ever,” Dipper repeated, mumbling into Mabel’s hair, arms tightening around her midsection in a protective squeeze.
Not bad, 21. Not bad at all.
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「 gravity falls dr masterpost」
〘 LOADING...🌲📚❓🔦🛸 〙
➙ introduction...
after 3 boring drs, i brought myself to make a script for gravity falls. gravity falls is such a beautiful, magical and special place for me.
i just want to feel the friendships, the long crazy summer days, fun nights with wendy's gang, the mystery shack parties, adventures with dipper and ford, the girl nights with mabel, candy and grenda, the business talks with stanley... just all of it. all i want is to have a positive impact on them and live great adventures. just thinking of it makes me happy.
➙ my dr self
okay so i decided to be robbie's sister. now let me explain, i just didn't feel like living with dr parents for the summer, ngl that feels a bit weird to me and i'd feel uncomfy. soo i thought it'd be a good idea to script that our parents let us stay in gravity falls alone while they go on vacation. random, BUT at least with robbie i'll be able to do whatever i want and we'll have sick parties in our house baybeee.
anyway, about me:
i like to investigate around the forest
i'm 15 to 16 in my dr (just like rn), and i made dipper and mable have my age too (robbie, wendy, etc are 17)
i spend a long time of my day in the mystery shack
bill cipher is absolutely annoying with me
i'm pretty much my cr self i'm just a bit more adventurous!
my "main" outfit:
➙ dr people !
dipper pines: we get along really well and we do research and go on adventures together.
i play dd&d with him and ford!
we hang out everyday
mabel pines: LITERAL SWEETHEART,,, we have sleep overs in the mystery shack with candy and grenda,, we lowkey annoy the living shit out of dipper.
she helps me be a bit more positive
she makes me a sweater!!
she takes random pics of me and puts them in her summer memories album!!
robbie valentino: my brother. lowkey extremely annoying, but he's responsible and we don't burn the house down.
i help him dye his hair
we jam out to music together
i lowkey taught him how to do his eyeliner
stanley pines: he talks to me about his long ass past and has the most hilarious stories.
we are business men tm
he lets me have something from the mystery shack and i got a random t-shirt with a question mark!
stanford pines: the man himself. i spend most of my time on missions with him and dipper.
there are so many other people and things left but i feel like this is p much it! there's so much more,,, i just don't even know how to put it. so yeah my dms are open if y'all wanna ramble!!
➙ some pictures of my finished script:
#shifting#desired reality#dr#reality shifting#cr#shiftblr#current reality#shifting realities#quantum jumping#shifter
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Looks Like Someone Picked a Whole Bushel of Oopsie Daisies
Chapter Nine: The Choices We Make
Thanks to @edward-or-ford and @pacific-ship for their invaluable feedback and support!
I don’t wanna spend another moment without you again. Just tell me, tell me how to keep this so it never ends. - Nothing More, If I Were
She didn’t notice when the door opened. It wasn’t her fault, honestly. Dipper was giving her this… this look, and then he was kissing her, which was at kinda a weird angle with her laying on his chest the way she was, but she was into it anyway.
Then, there was a scream. Not a “stop tickling me, dammit!” scream, or an “eeeek I just saw a spider kill it kill it kiiiiillll iiiiiiiiit” scream.
No, it was the type of scream you scream when somebody you love gets murdered right in front of you. The kind of eardrum-damaging, gut-wrenching, stomach-dropping, heart-attack-giving, oh-god-what-did-I-just-see type of scream where you just witnessed something so simultaneously devastating and horrifying that you can’t do anything but scream.
So, obviously, Mabel and Dipper were what could only be described as ‘hella startled’, and turned their heads towards the door, their lips still very much in kiss-mode.
Their mother was still screaming. Her purse had fallen to the floor, and she had one hand fisted in her hair, clutching it so tightly that Mabel wondered for a second if perhaps she’d pull out a part of her scalp.
Their father rushed forward, as if somebody had pressed play on him, or maybe even fast forward. Dipper squeezed Mabel’s hand tightly, as if to reassure her (Mabel wasn’t sure anything could’ve reassured her just then, though) and got off the bed. Mabel didn’t want to let go of his hand; she feared that if she did, she’d never get to touch him again.
There had to have been a reason their parents kept them apart. Mabel had always been under the impression she had an open, honest, loving relationship with her parents.
Evidently not.
They’d lied to her about a vital part of herself for longer than she could remember.
And she’d fallen for it. How had she fallen for it? For so long, she’d believed them, whatever they told her.
Had any of it been true? Anything at all? What else had they lied about?
Mabel had forgotten about their parents’ deception for awhile, too preoccupied with being in Dipper’s arms.
And also possibly with Dipper’s dick.
Okay, so she was definitely too preoccupied with Dipper’s dick to think about anything else.
Well. They’d seen that the truth was out. Maybe they’d accept it. What else could they do?
Except no, because their dad was trying to pull Dipper away from her, and their mom was sobbing hysterically and picking up Mabel’s clothes.
“Here, honey, just put these on, okay-“ Mrs. Pines said shakily, holding Mabel’s clothes out to her on the left side of the bed.
Mabel scooted closer to where Dipper stood to the right of the bed. “No, go away! You’re interrupting, could you, like, leave?” Mrs. Pines flinched as if Mabel had slapped her. “How did you even find us, honestly, like-“
“Your brother left a bunch of pillows in his bed to make it look like he was still asleep, and you weren’t at Candy’s, and when your father looked in his wallet he found Dipper had taken his hotel keycard, but he certainly didn’t take mine, so where else would you have been?” She was murmuring frantically, like her mind was racing a mile a minute.
Mabel scoffed. “You lied to me and Dipper for years, for our entire goddamn lives-“
“Language!” Mr. Pines snapped. It was the first thing he’d said, and it made something in Dipper snap, apparently.
“L- language?” he sputtered furiously. “You’ve been keeping me from my soulmate since we were babies and now that you see we’re together anyway, you’re worried about us using profanity?” Mr. Pines’ eyes narrowed at Dipper, and maybe that would’ve worked to shut him up if he weren’t so royally pissed off. “No. Fuck that,” Dipper said fiercely.
Mrs. Pines was opening and closing her mouth, and very much resembled a fish. “Come on, Mabel, let’s get you home-“ she was saying frantically. Mabel reared on her mother, and was about to tell her exactly where she could shove it, when Dipper spoke again.
“She’s not going anywhere,” he snapped over his shoulder. “She’s staying with me. We’re going to be together. I’m not going to let you take her away from me again because of your- your- your dumbass ideas of what you think we should be or what you wanted us to be, or whatever.”
Mrs. Pines was attempting to push Mabel’s clothes into her arms again, and Mr. Pines was meeting Dipper’s furious glare with one of his own.
“We’re taking her with us back to California,” Mr. Pines said, in a dangerously calm voice. “If you fight back, I’ll have you arrested for assault.” It was hard to tell if it was a bluff or not. Was it a bluff? It didn’t seem like one, but evidently they were infinitely better at lying than originally thought, so it was hard to say.
Suddenly, a horrifying fear gripped Mabel. She knew it was probably irrational, but in that moment, she felt sure she’d never see Dipper again if she walked out of that hotel room. A life without Dipper? But… how- no, that couldn’t happen. She couldn’t just never touch him again, never kiss him again. But even so, she felt sure that if she left, that’s exactly what would happen, and she’d be forced to live a Dipper-less existence for all time.
“No!” she gasped out, feeling the tears starting to fall, and scrambled up onto her knees on the mattress and throwing her arms around Dipper’s neck from behind. He reached up with one hand and stroked her arm affectionately.
“No,” she said again, her voice quieter. “Don’t let them take me away from you, Dipper,” her face was pressed between his bare shoulder blades, and god, but he smelled so good, even then. “Please, I- I love you so much, I never want to be without you again. Please,” she was sobbing now, her hands dropping to hold shakily onto his shoulders.
“Can’t we… can’t we live together? You don’t have to even see us together, or at all, if you don’t want, just…” he trailed off for a moment, putting his hand over where Mabel’s lay, still shaking on his shoulder.
“You can’t get an apartment unless we sign off on it,” their father pointed out, the sound of his voice mixing with the sounds of Mabel’s sobs. “And we won’t.”
“Why not?” Mabel asked tearfully. Both parents pursed their lips and didn’t respond. “Don’t you love us? Don’t you want us to be happy?”
“Of course we love you, sweetie, of co-“ their mother was cut off abruptly by Dipper.
“If you love us, then none of this makes any sense,” he said. “If you loved us, you wouldn’t have kept us apart our whole lives.”
Mrs. Pine twitched for a second before she spoke. “You’re just sick, Dipper, that’s all, we can get you help for that, really, it’ll be okay-“
“We’re not sick, mom,” Dipper told her angrily. “We’re in love, and there’s nothing wrong with us being in love. She,” he pointed to Mabel, “is my soulmate, and I want to be with her.”
“Regardless,” Mr. Pines cut in, ”you will not be receiving any help from us on that front.”
“Well,” Dipper said in that voice he does when he’s racing through a million options a second. “We could live with Grunkle Stan and Grunkle Ford, then, they’ll take us in, they practically raised me while you were forcing Mabel and I apart needlessly-“
“And why, exactly,” Mr. Pines cut in, “do you think they took you in to begin with, son?” He leaned closer, just barely. “To keep you away from your sister. They won’t help you.”
While agonized over that apparent betrayal, Dipper moved past it quickly, his voice hardly shaking. “Well… mom has family on the East Coast, doesn’t she? I’m sure some of them will-“
“They won’t,” Mrs. Pines cut in flatly. “Sibling soulmates are about the worst thing two people can be to my family.” When the twins turned to face her, astonished (she never talked about her family), she spoke again. “My mother hates soulmates. Especially soulmates she sees as morally wrong. When my uncle found his soulmate and introduced my mother to his new boyfriend, she…” shaking her head as if to force out some awful memory, Mrs. Pines went on. “They won’t help you. Don’t contact them. You’ll only put yourselves in danger.”
“D- danger, what-“ Mabel was astonished, too much so to form coherent thoughts. Was that why she’d never met her grandmother?
“So… your brother, then!” Dipper’s voice was hopeful, desperate. There had to be a way. There just had to be. “He’s used to so-called unusual soulmates, right? He’ll take us in-“
“No,” their mother said fiercely. “You are not to contact any members of my family. None of them. Do you understand me?”
Her tone was unlike anything either twin had ever heard from her before. They were so startled by this that they didn’t even consider arguing.
There was no one. They had no one in their family who would accept them and love them for who they were.
They were alone.
Mabel looked up at Dipper then, and said shakily, “can’t we like… run away together or something? I’d rather live under a bridge with you than in a house without you.”
Dipper sat down next to Mabel on the bed, and she could see in his eyes that he was sorry, which meant she wouldn’t like his answer. He never would’ve considered that, though, would he? He couldn't go that far, couldn’t expose her to that kind of risk. He was done fighting their parents. Crushed, she leaned into him without really thinking about it, sniffling against his neck.
“It’s only for a few months,” he whispered into her hair with a light kiss. She was clutching at him, and she couldn’t seem to stop crying. Her chest was hurting from it, but she still couldn’t stop.
“I- I don’t want that,” she whimpered.
“Me neither,” he agreed. “But we need to go along with what they say so we can be together later, okay? As soon as we turn eighteen, we’ll be together. We’ll be together before senior year, even.”
“But I wanna be with you nooooooow,” she whined, and he chuckled miserably.
“I know, Mabes, I know,” he pulled away from her slightly, wiping away her tears with a soft smile. “But we will be soon, okay? We’ll be together in just a few months, and then we have the rest of our lives to make up for it.”
“You promise?”
“Promise.” And for a moment, it was like their parents weren’t in the room at all, because when he kissed her, everything else fell away, and it was just the two of them. And they very much did forget, too, because when she tilted her head and leaned into his body, he moaned softly against her lips. When she opened her mouth slightly to deepen their kiss, their tongues brushing, he slid his hands along her thighs where the hem of his flannel shirt was brushing her skin. Trailing his hand up underneath the fabric to caress her ribcage briefly before reaching around her back and pulling her down onto the bed with her on top of him.
Their mother was sputtering something, horrified beyond belief, but they didn’t hear her. Their father was too shell shocked to move at all.
They didn’t notice that, either, though, because Mabel had slotted her hips against Dipper’s, and he was kissing her neck, eliciting an appreciative moan from her lips. Pulling his hand back, he smacked her sharply on the ass and squeezed it roughly, and she moaned again, moving her pelvis against his. She reached down to his hips to slide his boxers off him, and he could move her panties to the side, or, better yet, rip them off with his teeth, oooo yes that sounded nice, she’d let him rip up as many pairs of her panties as he wanted-
“Th- tha- that’s enough!” their father shouted angrily, his face red enough that Mabel would’ve laughed under different circumstances.
Under those specific circumstances, however, she blushed to her hairline, pulling herself away from Dipper, because, like, she had almost just sat on Dipper’s dick right there in front of her parents holy shiiiiiiiit oh god why she was never gonna live that down, good god.
“Time- time to go,” Mrs. Pines said shakily, ushering Mabel into the bathroom to change clothes. She put her bra and jeans back on, but not her shirt. She put Dipper’s on instead. It smelled like him. She wanted to smell like him. She wanted to get a big thing of Dipper-smell, put it in an oxygen machine, and breathe nothing but that for the rest of her life.
Particularly for the next eight months.
When she stepped out of the bathroom, Dipper was wearing his own jeans again, which, of course, was an international tragedy, but at least he didn’t have a shirt, so there was that. He smiled when he saw her, and it widened when he saw she was still wearing his shirt.
“Can I keep it?” she asked, walking up to him. He smiled again and cupped her cheek. Her eyes were red from crying, she knew, and even though she was dreading what would come next, his skin on hers felt like the best thing in the world, and she never wanted the moment to end.
“Anything you want,” he whispered, leaning down to kiss her softly, gently, reverently. Mabel didn’t know if it would be their last kiss or not, but it felt like it would. Despite that, though, his words brought her back to the things he’d moaned against her skin what felt like ages ago, but it really hadn’t been long at all, had it?
“Let’s go,” Mr. Pines said from the car, his voice gruff. Their mother pulled her away from Dipper by her arm, handed Mabel her coat, and she shrugged it on.
Dipper was putting on his, too, over bare skin.
“See you soon, Mabes,” he said quietly, doing his very best to give her an encouraging smile as she stepped through the hotel room door.
“Yeah,” she responded over her shoulder, trying not to cry, their mother dragging her towards the car. When the door shut, and Mabel buckled herself in, it finally started to feel real.
She was leaving him. Leaving Dipper. Still, though, her eyes were strangely dry when Mr. Pines started the car. They were dry, too, when they pulled out of the parking lot.
It wasn’t until Mabel looked back at Dipper through the rear window of the car that the tears began to fall. He waved at her, smiling again, much more shakily this time.
The car door was locked (her stupid parents had turned on the child locks; they knew her too well, it seemed), but she could still roll down the window, so she did. She stuck her head out, her seatbelt locking and digging into her neck.
“I love you!” she shouted into the chill morning air.
“Mabel!” her mother exclaimed, but Mabel ignored her.
“I love you, too!” Dipper yelled out after her.
She pulled her head back in and turned around in her seat to look at him. She wanted to look at him as long as possible.
Well. At least there was that, then, right? She was crying harder, but hey. At least she got to hear him say it one more time.
Her father had rolled the window back up from the driver’s seat, but that was okay. Mabel had told Dipper what she’d needed to tell him, after all.
“Don’t do that again,” Mr. Pines told her firmly. Mabel didn’t say anything to him, either. She just watched Dipper turn from a person to a figure, then a dot, and then, he was gone.
She watched the road for a moment, wondering what he was thinking just then, the tears flowing freely still.
Turning back around, she locked eyes with her mother in the rearview mirror.
She couldn’t see her own eyes, but if she could, she might’ve been a bit startled; teary, red, splotchy, and, in her opinion, tremendously unattractive, but furious. Furious in a way Mabel couldn’t remember ever being before.
It didn’t matter what her parents’ reasons were. They were separating her from her soulmate. From Dipper. They’d have to learn to live without their daughter, then. Mabel wanted nothing to do with her parents. She’d never forgive them. She closed her eyes, and a few more tears fell.
She’d be with him again soon.
She had to be.
She had to be.
#gravity falls#gravity falls fanfiction#gf fanfiction#pinecest#mabel pines#dipper pines#fanfiction#fanfic#looks like someone picked a whole bushel of oopsie daisies#my writing#angst#oh god the angst#I can’t handle it#my heart
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Possible writing prompt: Dipper, Mabel and the Grunkles go to the lake for the day and somehow Mabel and Dipper get turned into mermaids for a day (accident with a Ford invention?). Mermando happens to be there for a visit and helps them learn how to mermaid.
All Dipper could remember as he sank was a blinding light and immediately falling out of the boat into the lake, Mabel right beside him. Was he dead? Dipper opened his eyes and involuntarily gasped. He then panicked for a quick second, before realizing he wasn't actually drowning. Dipper's lower half felt... weird. Dipper took a peek and saw that he had a fish tail instead of legs. It was blue, and had a pattern reminiscent of the pine tree on his hat. Somehow he was now a merman. Dipper attempted to swim with his newfound tail, but he was rather clumsy.
While Dipper floundered, Mabel squealed as she practically flew through the water, doing tricks, and just having a plain ol' good time. Her tail was a colorful rainbow with stars dotting all around it. Excitement that she could swim and breathe underwater was plastered all over her face. Dipper managed to catch her attention and she swam over, albeit a little reluctantly.
"We might wanna let Stan and Ford know we're okay, they're probably worried sick," Dipper told Mabel, already starting to make his way upwards. Mabel gave him a big thumbs up and followed him. They reached the boat pretty quickly with the help of their tails, and popped up next to it. It took a few seconds, but Stan spotted them with a relieved smile.
"Kids! You're okay!" Stan's voice sounded torn, like he'd been crying, "Don't ever do that to me ag- wait, where's Ford?" At Dipper and Mabel's concerned looks, Stan explained how Ford had jumped in after them when they didn't surface. Stan seemed really worried now.
"We have to save him!" Dipper shouted and Mabel nodded. Stan started to protest that he didn't want to lose them again, but was stunned into silence when he caught sight of their tails as they dove. Stan rubbed his eyes in disbelief.
It didn't take long for Dipper to spot Ford as he was fervently searching underwater. Dipper swam over, trying to catch his attention. Ford looked up, but between the lack of oxygen and the sight of Dipper's tail caused him to pass out without warning. Dipper quickly swam to him and tried to lift Ford, but it was no use. Mabel came and helped, though while it was slightly easier with her help, they'd never reach the surface in time at this rate.
Suddenly, it became even easier to lift him and Dipper looked over to see Mabel's former crush Mermando assisting them. With his swimming prowess, they were able to get Ford to the surface. But Ford wasn't breathing. They practically dragged him to the shoreline, Dipper calling to Stan desperately to get over, as being out of water was suffocating and Dipper quickly dove back in.
Stan practically crashed the boat into the shore trying to get there. He got out and ran to Ford's inert form, then started the process of CPR. Dipper, Mabel, and Mermando watched from the lake with bated breath as Stan performed chest compressions on Ford.
Before Dipper and everyone else could give up hope that Ford would be revived, a series of loud coughing and sputtering reassured them that Ford was okay. Or as okay as someone who nearly drowned could be. Ford managed to sit up and look at the ones who saved his life, still coughing.
"Th-thank you." Ford choked out. He sat there with Stan to recover, asking Dipper and Mabel questions about their forms. Ford then remembered the device he was fiddling with when it happened. It was supposed to make fish attracted to the lures even more efficiently than a regular one. Apparently it also has the ability to turn someone into merfolk when it backfires. Gonna need to work on that.
Ford tells Dipper and Mabel that he would have to build a device to change them back, but in the meantime they could probably have quite an educational experience about mermaids with Mermando. Mabel was absolutely thrilled to hear this, though Dipper was still a little worried about Ford's wellbeing. Ford reassured him that he's fine, and he just needs a little rest from that experience.
Over the next few hours, Mermando taught them the customs of his people and also how to swim more efficiently. He even taught them some tricks, like breaching as he did with Mabel a couple months ago. Mabel aced these lessons, but Dipper was rather sloppy in some areas. Mabel was helpful though, and with her help, Dipper got better at the merman stuff.
The next day, after a chill guitar break, Ford and Stan returned to the shore and called for them. Dipper and Mabel came over and saw that Ford had what looked to be a camera but sciencier. Ford explained that he could now change them back into humans with it. Dipper was excited to finally be able to walk again, but Mabel was a little sad. Mabel cried a bit as she said her goodbyes to Mermando, thanking him for helping them save their Grunkle Ford's life, and for teaching them about mermaids. Mermando gently held her hand as he gave it a kiss, then returned goodbyes of his own and swam away.
"Are you ready to be human again, kids?" Stan interrupted as Ford held up the device. Dipper and Mabel pulled a pose as if they were taking a picture and Ford activated it. With a flash, Dipper woke up and he could feel his legs again in the water. Excitement overwhelmed him as he ran with Mabel to Stan and Ford's awaiting arms.
This has been quite the interesting experience that Dipper was sure to write down. Ford was banned by Stan from fiddling with devices on their boat, to prevent this sort of thing from happening again. Mabel was happy she could experience what Mermando lived with every day, even though some of it was scary. The Pines family would never forget this day and it would surely be an inside joke for as long as they lived.
#gravity falls#dipper pines#mabel pines#stanley pines#stanford pines#mermando#near drowning#turning into merfolk#got a little carried away with this one haha
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Sprinkle Ache
A little drabble requested by my sister! Originally written on the notes section of my phone.
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“I told you not to eat those industrial-grade sprinkles anymore. It literally says ‘not for human consumption’ on the back.”
“Twas but a wee bellyache, dear brother!” Mabel Pines replied in a fancy voice like the people used in those black-and-white movies Grunkle Stan liked to watch when he thought everyone was asleep. “I’m feeling much better now!”
“Too bad we can’t say the same for the bathroom,” Dipper shuddered as he settled onto his bed, leafing through the new Sibling Brothers book. “You just had to use the one in the shop, huh?”
“It was so romantic of Soos to clean it up for Melody,” Mabel swooned as she fitted her favorite purple socks onto her feet. “He really is a better boss than Stan.”
“Yeah. Romantic. Anyway, you should probably get some sleep so it doesn’t come back. And no jumping on the bed.”
“Ugh, okay, Mom,” Mabel groaned, flopping back on her pillow. “Waddles and I will just binge watch ‘Real Housewives of Nome, Alaska.’”
As if on cue, Waddles came pounding up the stairs, shaking the entire house on his way up.
“Mabel, that pig is 400 pounds. You need to quit bringing him upstairs before he breaks the floor. The Shack is not exactly structurally sound.”
“Shhhhh...” Mabel chided, covering Waddles’ ears. “We do not body-shame in this attic!”
Dipper rolled his eyes and put on headphones to drown out the drama of Mabel’s reality TV before rolling over with his book. He must have fallen asleep somewhere in chapter 17, because the next thing he knew Waddles’ cold snout was pressed to his back.
“Ah!” He shot upright. “Waddles, what are you—“
In the moonlight filtering in through the window slats, he could see Mabel curled up in a painful ball, teeth grit. He quickly flicked on the lamplight and pulled off his headphones.
“Mabel, are you okay?”
She only moaned in response. Dipper hopped out of bed and rushed to her side. “Mabel, come on, what’s going on?”
“I think the sprinkles are back for revenge,” she whispered, clutching her stomach. Dipper could see beads of sweat rolling down her forehead.
“Okay, um, let me get—“
“Oh no!” Mabel grabbed the empty pillowcase she used as a sleeping bag for her stuffed animals and threw up in it. “Oh, I’m sorry, Mr. Sparklenose, I’ll get you a new one.”
“Okay, uh, does it hurt when I do this?” Dipper gently pressed on her abdomen, evoking a yelp of pain.
“Oh yeah. Definitely hurts. Don’t do that again.”
“I think you need to go to the hospital.”
“No, no hospital,” Mabel hunched over and flopped on her side. “I-I’ll be fine.”
“You feel kinda hot. I think this is more than a stomachache. I’m gonna go wake up Stan and Ford.”
“No, they're so old, they need 15 hours of sleep or they’ll die!”
“They’ll be fine. I’ll be right back.” Dipper padded down the stairs and rapped on the door to Ford’s room, which he now shared with Stan since Soos had taken over the former Mr. Mystery’s bedroom.
“Come in, I’m still up,” Ford replied.
Dipper peered in, spotting Ford reclining on his bed, nose buried in the latest edition of his favorite scientific journal. “Uh, Grunkle Ford? I think Mabel needs to go the hospital. Her stomachache’s back, and I think she’s got a fever.”
“Really?” Ford asked in concern, setting aside his reading. “Does it hurt to the touch?”
“Yeah. She seems worse than before. Do you think it’s serious?”
“I definitely think we should get her checked out.” He stood up and went to his brother’s bed on the other side of the room, where Stan was sprawled out snoring. “Stanley, wake up.”
“Uggggh, for the last time Sixer, I ain’t goin jogging at 4 AM.”
“It’s half past midnight, Stan, and this is about Mabel.”
“What?” Stan lifted his head. “She all right?”
“We need to take her to the emergency room. Dipper says her abdominal pain is back, and it seems to have gotten worse.”
In an instant, Stan was out of bed and pulling a shirt over his ratty tank-top. “Ford, go start the car. I’ll bring her down.”
Dipper followed his grunkle up the stairs. It was amazing how fast the arthritic old man could move when his beloved great-niece needed help.
Mabel was still writhing on the bed, nightgown soaked with sweat. Dipper glanced away from the floor, which was splotched with evidence his sister had gotten sick several more times since he’d ran downstairs.
“Oh, pumpkin,” Stan brushed Mabel’s hair out of her eyes. “Your belly not treating you very well right now, huh?”
“I don’t needta go to the hospital, Grunkle Stan,” she mumbled, clutching her stuffed pink manatee.
“There’s nothing to be scared over, sweetie,” Stan assured. “Dipper and Ford and me’ll be right there with you the whole time, okay?” He carefully gathered her in his arms like a sleeping baby. “Hold down the fort while we’re out, okay, pig?”
Dipper quickly stuffed an extra change of clothes for Mabel and some of her art supplies in his backpack, just in case she had to stay the night. He ram ahead of Stan and hopped in the backseat of the car.
“No ya don’t,” Stan lifted him out by the collar of his shirt and plunked him the passenger seat seat, squeezing himself into the back, refusing to set Mabel down. “I need the extra leg room.”
The hospital was only a 10 minute drive from the Shack. Dipper hoped the doctors here were a bit more competent than the other citizens of Gravity Falls.
There were no other patients in the waiting room, which was lucky, since Stan would’ve broken their knees if they tried to go in front of Mabel. A nurse led them back right away.
“Looks like you do have a little fever, honey,” she patted Mabel’s head sympathetically. “The doctor will be right back.”
“Please tell him to hurry. We’ll pay extra!”
“That’s not necessary, Stan,” Ford elbowed his brother.
“All right then,” the doctor (whom Dipper recognized as apparently the only one in Gravity Falls—which didn’t exactly fill him with confidence) pulled back the curtain. “Let’s have a look at Miss Mabel here.”
“It’s just a little bout of sprinkle tummy, no big deal,” Mabel bit her lip, pink manatee in a death grip. She winced as the doctor pressed on her belly.
“Take it easy there, doc!” Stan exclaimed, Ford once again elbowing him.
“I’m worried it might be appendicitis,” Ford suggested.
“Hmmm, that’s certainly a possibility.” The doctor pulled over the bedside ultrasound machine, applying the cool gel to her abdomen.
“That’s cold,” she whispered, glancing nervously at the monitor.
“I can confirm it is indeed appendicitis. And it appears the appendix has already ruptured.”
“That-that means she needs surgery, doesn’t it?” Dipper asked worriedly.
“I’m afraid so, son. Immediately.”
“No! I-I don’t want surgery,” Mabel turned to look at her family. “Grunkle Stan, don’t let him!”
��There, there, sweetie,” Stan ruffled her hair. “Doc, isn’t there any other way.”
“I’m afraid not, sir. Unless we remove the ruptured tissue and start a course of antibiotics right away, there’s a very good chance your niece will become septic.”
“Septic...” Stan looked to Ford, who nodded grimly.
“We’ll phone her parents for permission. A nurse will be in right away to prep her for surgery.” The doctor exited, leaving Mabel on the verge of hysterics.
“Grunkle Stan, Grunkle Ford, I don’t wanna have surgery!” Hot tears rolled down her cheeks.
“Don’t worry, Mabel, it’s not that big a deal,” Dipper assured, taking her hand. “Remember when I had my tonsils out? I got to stay home and eat ice cream and everyone brought me gifts. You’ll get lots of presents. It won’t be that bad, you’ll see.”
Mabel choked. “But I don’t wanna be cut open! I don’t want them to put me to sleep!”
“There’s nothing to fear, Mabel,” Ford put a hand on her shoulder. Stan could instantly tell he was about to make the situation worse. “To put it in simple terms, the anesthetic will turn off the the portion of you brain responsible for consciousness. You’ll be completely unaware of everything happening, including the passage of time. It will seem as if no time has gone by at all. In fact, anesthesia has been likened to more of a ‘controlled death’ than sleep, because—“
“Death!?” Mabel’s already pale skin whitened even further.
“In a way. They will place a tube down your throat to provide oxygen since you likely cease breathing and—“
“OKAY, I think that’s enough of that, Sixer!” Stan clamped a hand over his brother’s mouth. “Don’t listen to him, sweetie. I had my wisdom teeth taken out when I was 16, so I have first hand experience. None of that dying junk. Why, I dreamed I was sliding down rainbows the entire time!”
“Rainbows?”
“Of course! And uh, there was a magical, uh, stingray-puppy-horse with me. All polka-dotted. Best dream ever..”
Mabel looked doubtful, but she had stopped crying. Stan decided to take that as a win. He knelt down beside the bed and gently ruffled her hair. “Just don’t be scared, okay? You’ve handled a lot more than a little old surgery. It’ll be over before you even know what’s happened, and I’ll be right here when you wake up.”
“Promise?”
“Cross my heart. Now you and Mrs. Manatee be good for the nurse, okay, pumpkin?”
“Okay,” Mabel agreed, keeping her arms locked around the stuffed animal. Dipper crawled up onto the bed and gave his sister a hug.
“When you get home, I’ll let you put makeup on me. But no pictures and I get to wash it off right away. Deal?”
“One picture?”
“Stop pushing your luck,” Dipper gave her a gentle shove.
“Okay. No pictures. The picture in my mind will be plenty.”
“Good thing you curb-stomped the memory gun or else I would totally wipe it from your brain.”
“Honey?” The nurse poked her head through the curtain. “We’re gonna take you back now. But we’ll let you talk to your parents before you go to sleep.”
Mabel glanced over at her uncles. “Will you walk back with me?”
“As far as we can, little one,” Ford smiled.
Another nurse came in and folded down the bed railing. Stan and Ford stood on either side of the bed as the nurses rolled Mabel out of the room, holding her hands. Dipper remained perched at the foot.
“Here’s your stop, little man,” one of the nurses said as they reached a pair of doors marking “PERSONNEL ONLY.” He lifted Dipper off the bed.
“You’re gonna do great, pumpkin,” Stan leaned down and gave Mabel a kiss on the head. “We’ll be right there when you wake up.”
Mabel gave her grunkles and brothers a final hug before a nurse handed her a cell phone so she could talk to her mom and dad. She looked back and gave a final wave as the doors closed, chattering into the phone. Evidently the pain drip was doing its job.
The moment the doors shut, Dipper turned his face into Ford, his little shoulders shuddering.
“Dipper, what’s the matter, boy?” Ford kneeled down.
“I just-what if-I’m afraid...” Dipper’s brown eyes filled with tears as dropped his face into Ford’s shoulder, so the hospital staff wouldn’t see him cry.
“Hey... look at me Dipper.” The kid didn’t respond, keeping himself buried in Ford’s sweater. “Mason... look at me,” he repeated, a little more softly.
Dipper lifted his head and swiped at his eyes. “I’m just scared that-that she won’t be all right.”
“Mabel will just fine. You did the right thing, coming to get us. We got her here just in time. You might’ve saved you sister’s life.”
Dipper smiled weakly and sniffed. “Yeah... yeah, you’re right.”
The family headed to the waiting room to settle in. “We should hear back before too long,” Ford said. “Appendectomies usually don’t take much more than an hour.”
Exhausted by the night, Dipper soon dozed off, slumped against Ford’s arm. Stan paced the room, claiming it was to prevent his legs from cramping. Soos and Melody arrived about half an hour later, having driven to the 24/7 supermarket the next town over to pick up as many fuzzy blankets, stuffed animals, balloons, and get-well-soon cards as their arms could carry.
“I couldn’t decide if she’d like the pink, purple, yellow, or blue teddy bear best, so I got them all,” Soos rationalized.
A little over an hour later, the doctor returned. “How is she?” Stan asked, worried out of his mind despite Ford’s constant reassurances.
“I can confirm the surgery was a success. She’s been moved to recovery, and you can be there when she wakes up.”
Mabel’s eyes were just beginning to flutter open when her family entered the recovery room. Dipper moved Mrs. Manatee so the toy was tucked under his sister’s arm.
“Good morning, pumpkin,” Stan squeezed his niece’s hand. “How you feelin?”
“Sore,” she spoke after a moment. “I-I don’t remember any rainbows.” She gazed off at the corner. “Is that giraffe for me?”
“She should be more lucid in a short while,” the nurse promised.
Dipper laughed. “Naw. That’s just Mabel.”
“We got some feel-better presents for you, girl-dude,” Soos covered her with an assortment of blankets while Melody lined the bed with stuffed animals, a balloon tied to each one.
“Thanks, Soos,” Mabel managed a grin. “Look, new friends, Mrs. Manatee!”
“Mom and Dad are driving up from home,” Dipper told her. “They should be here by tonight. And I texted Candy and Grenda. Once it’s morning they’ll be by with some Post-Preteen magazines.”
Mabel wrapped her arms around as many stuffed animals as she could hold. “Dipper?”
“Yeah.”
“Thanks for making me come. I know I could’ve gotten super sick if I didn’t.” She handed him one of her new stuffed animals, a seahorse. “Here. The boys have the babies. You love weird stuff like that.”
Dipper chuckled. “Thanks, sprinkle queen.”
“Ugh,” Mabel stuck out her tongue. “I don’t think I’m ever eating sprinkles again.”
“You know that’s not what caused your appendix to explode, right?”
“Doesn’t matter... I’ve never seen such colorful throwu—“
Dipper put out his hand. “TMI.”
“All right, all right,” Stan scooped Dipper off the bed. “Let your sister get some rest.”
“Can’t he stay, Grunkle Stan?” Mabel asked from underneath her mountain of stuffed animals and blankets. “I won’t be able to get better if he’s not here.”
“Only if you promise to rest and not yammer with each other.”
“We will.”
Stan tucked the sheets around Mabel. “No more gettin sick, okay, pumpkin?”
“Promise.”
Stan settled in next to his brother, keeping watch over their niece and nephew, who soon fell asleep on the hospital bed. “Honestly, Sixer... I don’t know what I’d do without those kids.”
Ford smiled softly. “I don’t either, Stanley.”
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So much for Stardust Chapter Seventeen
Kenz’s POV:
I woke up on the couch in the hotel, breathing heavily. Lucifer was on the phone, talking to someone. I laid down on the couch in a daze, still feverish and in heat. I felt nauseous from Bill’s smoke, remembering how easily he can knock me out. More so could, but I managed to weaken him somehow.
The attack baffled me. Bill had been draining out my essence for his own gain for years. Why was it suddenly in that moment I was able to get him to where he was before he met me? And is this only temporary? How come I never got that energy back? Questions battered my already fragile mind. The blood on the trident signaled that Alastor had died. I felt bad for ratting him out, but at the same time, I had to.
Everything hurt as my stomach cramped. I kept feeling the surging urge to breed, and I knew it was only gonna get worse from here. All I could think about was Loona and her scent.
But I was too tired to speak or act. I wanted sleep. Sleep without the urge to get into someone. Sleep without being targeted by some Erdrich horror.
But it wouldn’t come due to the thoughts racing in my head. I kept having the same nightmare over and over. Bill, possessing Dipper’s body, stabbing it over and over. My head and heart hurt as I started to come out of my daze. I buried my face into the couch cushions. I felt a tap on my shoulder and almost turned around to snap, only to realize that it was just Husker. He flared his fur up in fear to look like a pinecone. I backed away and dug my face back into the cushions. “Let me sleep.”
“Lucifer wants to see you.”
“FUCK!!!” I snarled, trying to get my antlers out from the couch. I managed to get them out, only to tear the couch to shred. “Might wanna fix that. Also, I think since Alastor isn’t here to run things, the hotel is in trouble. If Alastor being dead results in you regaining your overlord status, then his duties should go to you. I would use this power wisely and not gamble your talons in the hands of snarling demons who would use the hotel for their own ill gains. And I would avoid all glowing yellow eyes.”
“I ain’t making a deal with some triangle fucker like Alastor did.” Husker hissed, but then realized that I was unable to move. He walked over to carry me, but I snarled at him. “Let me help you.”
“I let no one help me.” I tried to stand up, but couldn’t. “Just tell Lucifer to come here if it’s so fucking important. I’ll find my way home, and to some therapy. What the fuck is wrong with me? I can barely stand.”
Lucifer came in, noticing my fervent attempts to stand. Bee was there too, and Husker gave the three of us some privacy. I yowled and moaned, trying to stand up. Bee rushed over to me, holding me in place. “Stay still. You’ll hurt yourself.”
I opened my mouth to argue back, but noticed Loona walk in. “Loona!” My tail wagged all by itself, and I did the little tippy taps. Loona backed up as my tail drooped. “Fuck…” I whined, pulling away from Bee. “Ford was right. I’m not ready for any of this. But my body just wants to fuck so badly. I feel sick all the fucking time… And I know it’s not healthy. I just want to get better and—“
“That was really brave of you to attack Bill like that.”
“It was really stupid. It’s why I’m so drained. But at least, he’s weakened enough that we can form some sort of plan. But how long before he gets his strength back… I have a feeling he’s gonna target Dipper and if I’m not there…” I whined, unable to finish a single sentence. “I wanna go home and sleep. But I also wanna cuddle with someone. But I also wanna rip everyone’s liver out. At least Husker’s free from his contract with Alastor. Hah. Cheeky bastard. He made the wrong deal and got his ass whooped. Alastor being on Bill’s leash was gonna come back an’ bite him. It was only a matter of time.”
Lucifer cleared his throat to draw my attention. “Kenz, before you head home, you have to address what’s going on with your body.”
“Fuck!!!” I gritted my teeth. “You have to stay with Bee for at least a few days.”
“And why is she so special?” I snarled, but when Bee rubbed my antlers, I couldn’t help but wag my tail. “Why can’t I just stay with Loona—“
“Because you could hurt her. And she could hurt you.” Bee carried me in her arms as I whined and complained the entire way to her house in Gravity Falls. She laid me on the bed in her guest room as I transformed back into my human form.
“Kenz.” She transformed into her human form as well, laying next to me. She smiled as I was shaking. “You have the ability to break free from Bill’s mind control. And you managed to weaken him. You should be proud of yourself.”
“But he took advantage of me again. I’m so fucking sore.” I grabbed my phone and scrolled through Pinterest to look at memes. Bee took the phone away and put it on the nightstand. “Kenz…” She blushed before pulling away to compose herself. “Why was Loona acting so weird? Like she wanted nothing to do with me?” I felt my heart tear in half. “Was it really just a one sided crush? Was she really just in heat? Why haven’t I stopped? Why can’t I just turn myself off like that? Are we still gonna be friends? Or is it too weird?” I started to spoon a pillow, longing for Loona. Bee pulled me away and brought me some pizza. “Kenz. Loona’s still gonna be your friend. She just has to deal with the aftermath, that’s all. Now will you please eat something? You must be starving.”
“I feel nauseous.” Bee raised an eyebrow as I took a bite out of the slice of pizza. “There, happy?”
But Bee wasn’t convinced. She could tell that all I wanted was a cuddle, but I had been depriving myself. “Kenz. I think I know what’s going on.”
I took another bite of the pizza then put it back on the plate. “What?”
“You’ve been going through heat/ruts since you started puberty at age nine.” Bee laid her head on my chest. “It’s why you couldn’t sleep without a million plushies for the longest time, and that you got more aggressive when it was that time of the month. Your umbredoggo self was trapped. And you never had sex or had been in a relationship before. The closest you ever got was self stimulation. I blame your parents, and I’m sorry you feel like you’re a burden.”
She feels so nice. I sighed, letting Bee rub my shoulders the same way Loona did. “Kenz. You don’t have to stifle anymore.”
“But what if I get hurt?” I gazed into Bee’s eyes as she kissed me. I felt everything melt away when she did so.
The rest of the night was spent snuggling and getting close. Bee never seemed to let go of me, and I never wanted to get out. All I wanted was to be cuddled and petted.
Bee’s phone started buzzing, but she turned it off. “How do you feel, Kenz?”
“Still feverish and horny. I don’t know how long this lasts…”
“At least drink something.” Bee gave me a glass of water. I drank, taking a breath and laying down. Bee covered me in blankets and pillows, patting my head. “I have to tell Ford what’s going on with you and figure out a plan to help. I hate leaving you alone like this where you could escape and potentially get into trouble, so I’m going to do something you don’t like.”
“And that is?” I felt something pinch at the back of my neck. Suddenly I couldn’t move. “What is this sorcery?”
“You know how when cats are held by the scruff, they don’t move due to an involuntary reflex?”
“What have you done?”
“I put a chip clip on the back of your neck. It triggers the same thing with Umbredoggos. And it apparently works in your human form.” Bee was giggling, but I glared at her, not amused. I sighed as Bee left.
Several hours went by before Bee returned. She swaddled me up in blankets and held me tightly before removing the chip clip. “Un-Burrito me!!!”
“Someone’s a spicy human.” Bee teased, but then stopped as she sighed to reveal some news. “Kenz. Let me be real. You need to have sex. Like right now.”
I glared at her. “Kenz, it’s the only solution. Otherwise, you could burn yourself out and possibly die.”
My head was hazy as I sighed. “I’m a bit nervous. I mean, I’m starting to like you a lot. Not as much as Loona, but I am nervous like, what if I can’t please you or your kinks don’t match mine or—“
“Aww… You’re overthinking it again.” Bee took the blankets off as I took my outfit off. The smell of biscuits filled the air as I felt myself get hotter and more agitated. “I need someone to tame me and I hate to admit it!!!”
And so the night went on. (Due to a recent poll, the first vote said the author should gloss over all the spicy omegaverse esque stuff. So that’s what they’ll do. If you want an in depth version, then just ask in the author’s ask box. The authors wants the focus to be more on the symptoms of heat/rut rather than the actual sex. Like the fever, the irritability, the horniness, the dumbassery, and the times where Kenz’s brain just turns off and they go completely feral. Kenz by nature is a pretty promiscuous person, but has their urges stifled from years of discipline. This not only makes their heat/ruts worse, but it makes the platonic dynamics they get themself into a lot more angsty and challenged. Kenz is a spicy person who is also a dumbass at times. But a dumbass that a lot of people find adorable and attractive. Not in a Mary Sue/Gary Stu way. Also, minors read this blog, and the author wants to keep them from seeing some nsfw stuff if they don’t ask for it. The author is adamant about writing NSFW stuff only on demand (with the exception of Yandere Bill Headcanons.))
I woke up being spooned by Bee. I nuzzled into her, cuddling her. She woke up and stroked my hair. She nuzzled my neck as I grabbed my phone. I turned on a Skylanders stream and watched, only to get distracted by Bee’s nibbling.
Bee suddenly stopped as she got another phone call from Ford. “Hold on one sec, Kenz.” Bee got up and answered the call as I grumbled for more head pets.
“Hello? Yeah, it’s Bee. What? No, I’m not fucking Kenz. They’re asleep right now. Yes they’re still in heat. No I’m not giving them back to you while they’re still in heat because you’re going to have a problem with them having sex with someone in your houze. I know how Mabel looks at them.”
I rolled my eyes and started nuzzling Bee. “What? Dipper’s missing? Have I seen him? No. He was mumbling about Kenz in his sleep? Oh shit. This is bad. Kenz has been mumbling something about Dipper being in danger… Yeah. I thought it was the typical nightmare. Dipper’s been sick lately? Fever? Headache? Not eating and drinking?”
I jolted as Bee hung up. “Shit. Dippers not feeling well and has gone missing.”
“Ah he’ll be fine.” I nuzzled Bee’s neck. “Kenz, this sounds serious. He was running in his sleep. He probably doesn’t know where he is.”
“I thought I saw him outside.” I stood up, rushing and putting my clothes on. I opened the door and found Dipper on the ground, passed put. “Hey buddy chum pal buddy—“
#gravity falls#self insert#ford pines#helluva boss#self insert oc#bee helluva boss#Hazbin hotel#so much for stardust
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