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#Dipper is very very very annoyed

tswwwit · 3 months

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I feel like if Dipper were ever reincarnated as a demon, he wouldn't fit in super well with the others. Yes, he's been raised to vie for power and step on everyone in his way using whatever means is necessary - it's the same toxic bizz as when he was a human, appealing to gender norms. He's tougher, scarier, more powerful (than ordinary humans, that is), but when it comes to asserting control - being Evil - he doesn't have it in him. Given enough time, I think he'd grow pretty vocal about leaving living things alone. NOT torturing organisms for the hell of it, or stealing people's souls, or conquering planets. Sure, he's a demon. That's no excuse to be a MONSTER.

It's a VERY unpopular opinion amongst neighboring demons, and rumor spreads fast about the Goody Two-Shoed Activist imp raining on everyone's blood-splattered parade, so much so that it makes it to Bill, who's immediately intrigued. Call it intuition, but only one soul's capable of overriding goddamn demon nature for some preachy bullshit about "Doing Good." Lucky for him, demons occupy the same plane of existence, so all it really takes to verify the guy is a snap of his fingers, and POOF! He's floating right next to him. Sure enough, Dipper's fashioned himself a new and improved demonic form, and it is lovely!

No one likes Dipper's kumbaya "Can't We All Just Get Along" ideology, but Bill's almost instantly smitten with the guy, whoever he is, so he's gotta be at least somewhat powerful. Demons take notice when the all-powerful Bill Cipher starts lending his time (and magic?) to some low-leveler like Dipper. Is he being blackmailed? Are they working together? No. Not possible. Bill doesn't "work" with anyone, save for whatever human catches his eye every few decades. Doesn't look to be doing him any benefit, either. The opposite, even. Lending power to a saint like Dipper only makes it harder to cause chaos, after all. Why would he actively go against his OWN best interest to cater some imp's? It's almost like he's. He's.

A henchmen.

(Bill's also 30% more affectionate the first month they reunite, because he still can't believe that his adorable little human husband came back as the same SPECIES as him! He'd never complain over having a sweet human to squeeze, but one with teeth and claws and cute pointy ears doesn't hurt).

#answers #I can't help but picture demon dipper starting out all like #I'm Bad 😡 I'm Mean 😡 I'm Evil As Heck!! 😡#And still having a HUGE hatred for things that are Unfair or Unjust. One time he saved a kitten from a tree and got embarrassed about it #Eventually he just has to give into his nature and speak up about all the BULLSHIT he sees going on around him #Sorry Dippin' Dots even the society that 'raised' you can't prevent you from your do-gooder ways #Don't worry Bill loves you for the stupid idiot you are #Everyone is completely BAFFLED by Bill acting like a friggin' henchman though #I bet they don't even peg it as romantic interest at first. Dipper sure doesn't #He's thinking this is some Grand Scheme to convince him back into the evil fold #And to be fair Bill's very tempting in that respect. But not leaning as hard into it as he *could* be #Maybe he thinks Bill's trying to 'mentor' him for something. Seems like the kind of thing Bill would imply and let Dipper fill in the gaps #They're technically not the same SPECIES since Dipper's probably some human-shaped 'demon'#And Bill's originally from a two-dimensional weird universe. Technically speaking he's His Own Thing #Aside from whatever refugees escaped that plane. If any.#Demon covers a LOT of different beings that don't have much or any genetics in common #But you KNOW Bill's thrilled as hell that Dipper's Slightly More Immortal than usual!! This one's gonna last a WHILE #*slams fist on table* Give Dipper A Tail With A Tuft That Bill Can Pull To Be Annoying #Final thought: In this incarnation Bill might have been wondering where the hell Dipper got to since there's no human around #Given a long enough time he might even wonder if he was LOST #So you know that when Dipper reemerges on the scene everyone else was dealing with a VERY unhappy Bill Cipher for QUITE a while

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the-halfling-prince · 2 years

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This was originally going to be a redraw of a picture I did about a year ago but then I decided I was just going to redo the entire thing but better. (Original under cut. Warning: the colors are BRIGHT)

#gravity falls #dipper pines #gravity falls dipper #my art #my posts #cw blood #Everytime I started getting annoyed because the picture wasn't looking very good #I'd just look back at the original and go 'oh good I've improved '

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amazon160 · 9 months

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Spot dabbles because the simps need to be fed:

(art ain’t by me I’m so sorry I couldn’t find the og artist 😭)

-He is the single most awkward man alive, no doubt. Has no filter. Will compliment or critique you on the spot. Hehe. I just noticed the pun there lol. And if it’s not an annoyed critique, he usually gets all flustered after he realizes what he’s just said.

-Spot is real laid back if not an anxious wreck around you. Clearly a bottom. You’ll get him to be more assertive by telling him that when he does, it’s straight up H O T.

-He seems like a “work now, clean later” kind of guy. I mean, we saw how disorganized his house was. It reminds me of Dipper in this one Gravity Falls episode iykyk 😉. Once he moves in with you, he’ll push himself to pick up after himself more often. Until then, he would much rather come to you than you come to his apartment.

-The man can be a scientific perfectionist, but he does not like to clean :(

-Absolutely loves it when you lay your head on his stomach. He’s a lil chub, so he feels like a pillow :3

-Spot is very self conscious of his body, of course. So he will go ballistic when you caress his square like torso or his spindly limbs, like they’re the most perfect things in the world to you.

-He doesn’t understand how you could love someone like him :’(

-When you trace around his spots or sweet talk him about whatever, he can barely sit still underneath you. Any type of praise will send him through the roof.

-So when you’d say it was hot when Spot was assertive? Every now and then, he’ll take that advice. It’ll be easy to kinda just sneak up on ya from behind with his portals.

-He also likes to give you praise as much as you like to give him it. He knows that the assertion needs to go both ways.

-That’ll be its own blurb with more details for another day.

-But.

-I’ve always had a thing for hypnosis, I love it and I don’t see it used too often. But like, imagine Spot pins you onto the bed or the couch or somewhere comfortable. His portals are keeping your arms out of place and he forces you to look at him the way he makes Miles look to the side in the movie

Erm. 😳

-The spot on his face starts to swirl, or ripple, or whatever motion and you feel all groggy under his gaze, making way for Spot to take advantage of you while you’re under his trance.

AAA--

-I’m not the usual fan of yandere but for a lil wimp like Spot to be acting that way would be HOO--MAMA--especially if this were after his transformation and the end of the movie.

-You wouldn’t stand a chance.

-AND tbh his voice is just so 😩 especially when it’s distorted

-Like is it just me-? Idk.

-He doesn’t like doing the spicy all that much, he’s mostly into the fluff and domestic bits of your relationship. Don’t get me wrong, he appreciates what intimacy he’ll get, but not so much the SPICY stuff y’know

-And this is whether or not you’d say he has his part. For some reason this became a discussion with me and some friends and one of them literally went “maybe it’s in a hole somewhere”. So if that’s where you wanna go, go for it. Heck, I’ve still seen some art of stuff coming out of that face-spot of his. Y’know, the one spot on his head 😋

That’s all the dribbles FOR NOW, but I intend on getting a not spicy but mild blurb of Spot along with that hypnosis concept XD

#the spot #the spot x reader #the spot spiderverse #atsv #across the spiderverse #jonathan ohnn #jonathon ohnn x reader #spot x reader #atsv x reader #im putting hypnosis in cus can

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ckret2 · 7 months

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Chapter 22 of human Bill's still putting up with being the Mystery Shack's prisoner (title tbd), featuring: Dipper's having nightmares about his spirit floating out of his body, just like the Bipper incident. (He's very sure they're only nightmares.) And Bill, kind and generous muse that he is, would love to help, and definitely isn't offering for secret evil reasons. After all, how could a dream demon benefit from telling his enemies how to control their dreams?

Even though Dipper already knew, intellectually, that dreaming about Bill didn't mean Bill was in his dreams, getting immediate physical proof was a relief. Any time he had another nightmare, all he had to do was get out of bed, go find Bill—sleeping, drinking, reading, meditating, watching TV, staring out a window—and see for himself that there was no way Bill could have been in his head.

So tonight, when he "woke" into another Bipper nightmare, his first instinct was to go gripe at Bill about it.

He'd floated through the bedroom door and hovered halfway down the stairs before he remembered that since he was currently having the Bipper Nightmare, dreaming that he was floating ghostlike outside his body, it meant he wasn't actually awake and he couldn't gripe at the real Bill; but then he decided maybe he'd feel better if he ranted at dream Bill anyway.

The TV glowed from the living room. At this time of night, it could be Abuelita or Bill. Dipper's spectral socked feet settled on the floor at the bottom of the stairs, he turned toward the sofa—and froze.

Sitting on the sofa, legs curled feet-on-thighs in lotus position, was Bill—and he was surrounded by a brilliant light, yellow-golden against the dream fog gray. Like the halo of sunlight around an eclipse, or like a radioactive mass close enough to melt your eyes, or like an explosion rushing closer. The light danced around Bill like solar flares. Dipper had to squint his eyes against the light.

"Whoa," Dipper said.

The light dimmed to a faint yellow aura as Bill turned toward him. Dipper nearly jumped out of his skin, except that he was already out of his skin. Bill said, "'Whoa' what?"

No one ever saw Dipper during his Bipper nightmares. (But then, he supposed, it made sense if he dreamed that Bill could see him, didn't it? Since he'd been the only one able to see Dipper after he stole his body.) Dipper gestured vaguely at Bill. "You're, uh. Glowing."

"Aw, flattering." Bill laughed. "You look like a zombie trying to figure out if he wants to return to the land of the living. Shouldn't you be asleep?"

"Ha ha," Dipper said flatly.

"What, another nightmare? Are you here to tell me how your subconscious is my responsibility again?"

"Shut up." Imaginary dream Bill was just as annoying as the real one; but Dipper decided he'd feel pretty dumb for yelling at "Bill" for invading Dipper's dream while Dipper was still dreaming. (Maybe Dipper's subconscious mind was using the form of a snarky Bill to tell Dipper that he needed to seize control of his dreams rather than blame somebody else for them? That Bill might have caused Dipper's recurring nightmares, but only Dipper could do the work to end them? Huh. He'd look into that when he woke up.)

His gaze drifted to the television, which was displaying a man hunched over a bizarrely-angled desk in a black-and-white movie. (He could somehow tell it was black and white, even though colors were already muted and grayish during his Bipper nightmares.) It was like seeing a dream within a dream. "What are you watching?"

"The Counterfeit of Dr. Calligraphy," Bill said. "A hypnotist sends letters to a sleepwalker that have subliminal messages concealed in the handwriting. He brainwashes the sleepwalker into making fake money in his sleep. It's a comedy."

It didn't look very comedic. Dipper wondered how he'd dreamed this plot up. Anxiety about waking up from one dream into another dream, combined with memories of counterfeiting money last summer?

He leaned against the doorframe and watched the movie long enough to confirm it was not, in fact, a comedy, but rather some kind of gloomy noir-ish silent film; then sighed in boredom. His subconscious couldn't even imagine up a fun movie. "I'm going back to my body," he muttered, pushing off the ground and hovering back up the stairs.

Bill, eyes half-lidded, didn't look up from the screen as he sleepily muttered, "Mmkay."

It took a long moment before he said, "You're going to your what?" He leaned out of the living room and looked up the stairs; but Dipper was long gone.

Maybe he'd misheard "bed." He settled back in front of the TV; but he wasn't paying attention to the movie now.

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"You look exhausted," Mabel said, ruffling Dipper's messy hair with both hands. "Did you stay up late reading again?"

"No," Dipper groaned. "I just slept badly. I had another Bipper nightmare. I dreamed about Bill making fun of me and watching a boring movie."

"Aw, Dipper. I'm sorry," Mabel said sympathetically. She fixed her headband for the day in the bedroom mirror and pulled on her shoes. "I dreamed about a car race where all the drivers are kittens!"

"Oh yeah?"

"It was really intense! Two of the cars crashed," Mabel said. "Everyone was okay though. The drivers were saved by a firetruck with Dalmatian puppy firefighters!"

When they made it down to the kitchen, Bill was already there, sipping burned coffee with his eyes closed. "Hey, twerps." He peeled one eye open a slit just long enough to figure out which set of twerp footsteps belonged to Mabel, and held his coffee mug in her direction. "Top me off?"

"You got it!" Mabel retrieved her pitcher of Mabel Juice from the fridge, refilled Bill's coffee with it, and poured herself a cup.

"What's today's flavor?"

"Blue!"

"That's exactly what I need." Bill took a deep drink, spat a small plastic horse on the table, and sipped more carefully.

"You look exhausted, too." Mabel poured herself a bowl of cereal and milk. "Did you have a nightmare?"

"I don't have nightmares; nightmares have me," Bill said.

Dipper, the person whose nightmares had Bill, scowled and leaned against the stove to wait for Bill to leave so he could get breakfast.

"But no—I was up late watching a German expressionist cinema marathon," Bill went on. "They don't make 'em like that anymore. Which is good, because I prefer my movies with colors and music; but there's nothing quite like watching five movies in a row about going insane in the middle of the night on twenty-four hours without sleep. Second most likely experience to make you see phantom spiders crawl across you skin." He cracked open an eye again and tried to steal Mabel's cereal. She smacked his hand with her spoon and stole it back.

He dragged himself out of his chair to get some proper food. "Get the fridge?" Mabel opened the door for him. As he rummaged around for something appealing, he glanced back over his shoulder at Dipper. "You missed the punchline, by the way."

Dipper started. "The what?"

"On Dr. Calligraphy," Bill said. "You went back to bed before the ending. The sleepwalker's counterfeits are so good that nobody believes the investigator from the treasury when he says they're fakes. He gets hauled to the looney bin—and then realizes the handwriting in all the letters from his boss is the same as the hypnotist's." Bill laughed. "I told you it was a comedy, didn't I?" He dumped some bagels, squirt cheese, and pickled jalapeños on the kitchen counter, then glanced at Dipper again. "What's with that look? Don't you get it?" He sighed and rolled his open eye. "Okay, so the joke is that both the main character and the audience will never know if he was set up, driven insane, or always insane—"

"I didn't go 'back to bed'," Dipper said, stomach twisting. "I—never got out of bed. I didn't watch a movie last night."

"You didn't," Bill said skeptically. And then, studying Dipper's face, repeated, "You didn't?"

Mabel was staring between Dipper and Bill. To Dipper, she said, "Was... that the boring movie in your dream?"

Dipper didn't reply. He didn't want to say anything with Bill listening—not when he didn't know what Bill knew. Or what Bill might have done. Maybe I just heard the movie from upstairs, Dipper thought—and might have believed, if not for the fact that it was a silent film.

Bill was silent for a long moment—longer than Dipper felt safe with. Like a cat sizing up its prey. "Well, how about that," Bill said. His smile was not reassuring. "Looks like Dr. Calligraphy isn't the only one with a sleepwalker on his hands."

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"Do I sleepwalk?" Dipper demanded.

Bartholomew stared at him in perfect silence. "You can't tell," he said, "on account of the fact that I can't move; but I just did a confused double-take in my head."

"Do I sleepwalk!" Dipper repeated. "I was—I think I was sleepwalking last night—? If I wasn't sleepwalking, then that means Bill was—was in my head somehow, and I don't know how or what he was doing in there—so either he was in my head or I was somehow downstairs, or—I don't know, maybe I was out of my head—but I really need to know which it was, and Mabel was asleep last night so you're the only one who would know—"

"Dipper," Mabel said, shutting the door behind them. "Hold on. If Bill was doing something in your head, why would he just tell you about it at breakfast by spoiling the end of the movie?"

"I don't know!" Dipper said. "To terrify me? To let me know what he can do?"

"But if we know he can do it, that means we can stop him from doing it," Mabel said. "It doesn't make sense—"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Bartholomew said. "I wasn't up here last night. I was watching a picture show marathon through the living room vent."

Mabel laughed. "You call them picture shows. You're so old."

"'Move-y' sounds stupid and I'm willing to die on this hill."

"Was I there?" Dipper asked. "Did I come downstairs last night?"

"Yeah, during Dr. Calligraphy," Bartholomew said. "I could hear you talking to Bill. You said he was glowing. Which stood out to me as kind of weird, since he's always glowing."

Dipper heaved a sigh of relief. "Okay. Great. So I was sleepwalking. That's..." He paused, gave Bartholomew a funny look, and said, "Let's... let's unpack the thing about Bill glowing later."

"Suit yourself."

He looked at Mabel. "I was having a Bipper dream. Do you think I always sleepwalk during those dreams? Maybe that's why they're always about me wandering around at night?"

"Maybe?" Mabel shivered. "Augh, does that mean whenever you dreamed about trying to come to me for help, you were actually just standing over my bed watching me sleep?"

Dipper dragged his hands down his face. "Mabel. Sometimes I visited the neighbors' houses."

"Dipper!" Mabel laughed, but there was a nervous edge to it. "Have you been walking around in the street in your pajamas?"

"Maybe it's not that bad. Maybe sometimes I'm sleepwalking but sometimes I stay in bed. Last night I really wanted to go yell at Bill, maybe that... got me on my feet?" He dropped onto his bed, chin in his hands.

Mabel sat on her bed with her cereal, and handed over a banana she'd grabbed for Dipper. "We can start locking the bedroom door," she said. "So if you do start sleepwalking, at least you can't get out."

"What if I unlock it in my sleep?"

"Maybe Grunkle Ford could teach me the anti-door curse he put on Bill! And I could cast it on you at night so you can't get out of the room?"

Dipper shook his head. "That's not a long-term solution. What about when we go home? Or what if I need to go to the bathroom?" He gestured emphatically with his banana as he spoke. "I realized something last night, Mabel: I'm sick of these nightmares and I'm sick of just putting up with them. They were bad enough when they were just in my head, but now they have to affect me in real life, too? No! I'm just—not gonna have them anymore."

"Yeah!" Mabel cheered. "I like that attitude! I'm with you. I'm sick of being freaked out by my dreams, too. Do you know how hard it is to rescue kittens from a car crash when you've got to stop and ask yourself if this is a Mabeland thing?"

Dipper hesitated. "Um... probably pretty hard?"

"We'll do it together. We'll both stop having nightmares." She paused. "How?"

"I... don't know yet." Dipper sighed. "Our therapist's given me a few tools to cope with nightmares, but they haven't stopped them. I'm thinking our best bet is magic."

They looked at Bartholomew.

"Sorry," he said. "Outside my wheelhouse. I specialize in creepy dolls and necromancy."

"There's gotta be something in this town," Dipper said. "Maybe dream catchers? Do dream catchers actually work?"

"What about that spell to enter other people's dreams?" Mabel asked. "We could take turns entering each other's dreams to help fight each other's nightmares! That would totally work, right?"

"Except then we'd have to take turns not getting any sleep."

There was a knock on the attic door. Mabel called "Yeah?" and hopped to her feet to open it.

Bill was leaning with his elbow against the doorframe, cheek in his hand, one ankle hooked over the other, grinning broadly. "Couldn't help but overhear that you're having some dream troubles! Here, my card!" He handed Mabel a paper towel on which he'd poorly painted his triangle self with coffee grounds and signed his name in an alien language. "Bill Cipher, professional dream demon—at your service."

Dipper said, "We hung up a 'no solicitors' sign."

"I saw it and I ignored it."

"Bill," Mabel groaned. "Get out of here!" She tried to block him with her arms.

He dodged around her to enter the room with a laugh like this was some playground game, and then immediately tripped over a cardboard box. He recovered his balance by grappling with Mabel's bag of mini golf clubs and drew one out to use as a cane so smoothly it almost looked like he'd planned it that way. "Hey, hold on—I'm here to help!"

"Right," Dipper scoffed. "Like when you wanted to help me unlock that laptop."

"Or when you offered to help me extend summer."

"Or when you were going to 'help' our dimension 'party'?"

Bill said, "I did extend your summer and I did throw a party."

Dipper asked, "And the laptop?"

"No excuse for that! I was just lying to you, kid." Bill laughed.

"Yeah, no," Mabel said, "we don't want your help. No offense, but your help is super evil. Get out of our room."

"No." Bill plopped down in the middle of the floor, arms and legs crossed, mini golf club lain across his knees, smirking defiantly up at Mabel. "Not until you hear me out."

"No! Go. Scoot. Get out." Mabel attempted to shove him toward the door.

"Try it! I weigh more than both of you combined! Physics is on my side! I'm master of this room."

Mabel only succeeded in knocking him onto his side. Bill prodded her back with the handle of the club and said, "Seriously, just listen to me and then I'll go. I'm more or less the reason you're having nightmares in the first place, aren't I? C'mon! How can I make it up to you if you won't even hear me out?"

Mabel paused in her onslaught. "You wanna make it up to us?" Dipper rolled his eyes.

"Sure, why not? Do you think I wanted to traumatize a couple of kids? You just happened to stumble in the way of a force beyond human comprehension! Hey, I stuck you in a paradise bubble, does that scream 'deliberate attempt at psychological torture' to you?"

"You were going to kill me," Dipper said.

"You even left his suicide letter," Mabel said.

"Which was wrong of me," Bill said patiently, with an air that made it sound like he was the one who had to explain this to them, "but I can't undo that unless you want to give me that time tape you're hoarding. On the other hand, I can do something about the nightmares. Just hear me out."

Dipper had been climbing to the end of his bed to try to get past Bill and escape for adult reinforcements, but stopped to stand on the mattress and glare down at Bill. "And then once we've heard you out, you won't leave until we've accepted your offer—"

"There is no offer," Bill said. "I'm giving you information. No 'deals,' no favors, no magic, nothing. Just information. It's your business what you do with it. If you want to throw it away, I've already done my part!"

Dipper hesitated. "I don't trust you."

"You don't have to trust me. Go verify everything I tell you with someone else. Heck, you can even go ask Stanford about it, he'll back up everything I'm about to say."

The fact that Bill was suggesting he talk to Ford threw Dipper off. He glanced at Mabel to see what she thought.

Bill took the momentary silence as a victory. Smugly, he said, "Lucid dreaming."

Dipper blinked in surprise. "Hey, I know what that is. It's when you're dreaming and know you're dreaming, right?"

"You obviously don't know any more about it than that, or else you wouldn't be having nightmares." Now that Mabel wasn't attacking him and Dipper was actually listening, Bill perched on a crate and crossed an ankle over the other knee, getting comfortable. "Knowing you're asleep is step one of lucid dreaming. The next step is controlling your dreams. If you've fully mastered the techniques of lucid dreaming, you'll essentially be a god inside your own sleeping mind."

"Like we did in Grunkle Stan's head!" Mabel said. "When we beat you with kittens."

"And eye lasers," Dipper added.

"And stomach lasers!"

"And 80s music."

"And hamster balls—"

The corners of Bill's mouth twitched a little further down with each sentence. He forced a smile back on. "Right! Haha! You kids." There was friendly good cheer in his voice and wrath in his eyes. "Exactly like that. Except you weren't asleep at the time. That wasn't lucid dreaming, that was imagining. It's a lot easier to do inside of someone else's dreams. You've got to learn an entirely new set of techniques if you want to do it in your own."

Dipper dropped down to sit on his bed again. "Like what kind of techniques? Does it involve meditating, or...?"

Bill laughed. "And here I thought you didn't trust anything I had to say! What, do you want me to teach you how to do it now?"

"No."

"Didn't think so!" Bill grabbed a sparkly pen off Mabel's bedside stand and a scrap of notepaper off their table. "I'll give you some names of authors. Human authors. Experts on the psychology and spirituality of dreams. And if you don't want to trust these authors because I recommended them, fine, just find their books in the library and anything sorted on the same shelves will teach you the same techniques. But master lucid dreaming, and your dreams will be your playground. No more nightmares."

Bill offered the paper to Mabel, but his smirk was aimed at Dipper. "Just like I promised: no magic. Nothing that could invite the big scary dream demon into your precious little heads. All I'm telling you is where to learn your own species's skills. If you don't believe me, go ask for yourself."

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Sitting back in the guest room's desk chair, Ford frowned at the list of authors Mabel had handed him and stroked his chin thoughtfully. The kids sat on Ford's bed and waited for him to render judgment on the Latest Bill Nonsense.

"That look doesn't look like a good look," Mabel said. "Is Bill up to something bad?"

"On the contrary, I can't think of any way that your learning how to lucid dream could benefit Bill," Ford said. "In fact, if anything, it would be actively detrimental to him. That's what has me so puzzled."

Dipper asked, "What do you mean, actively detrimental?"

"Lucid dreaming is the first line of defense against Bill's mental tricks," Ford said. "By itself, it isn't enough to drive Bill from a dreamer's head; but instantly telling the difference between dreams and reality takes the power out of most of his simplest psychic illusions." He nodded toward Dipper. "For instance, knowing you were dreaming might have saved you entirely from Bill taking over your body."

Dipper blinked. "Wait. What do you mean?"

Ford stared at him. "The computer," he said. "When Bill waited for you to nod off and used a dream to make you think the computer was going to self-destruct."

"He did what?"

"Dipper, Fiddleford never installed a self-destruct sequence on that computer," Ford said. "I... thought you figured that out?"

Dipper stared at Ford. He slid to the floor, lay down, and stared at the ceiling. Mabel leaned forward to pat his head.

Ford did not let himself grin at Dipper's reaction. Dipper had been through a traumatic experience, and finding out there was something else he personally could have done to avoid it all had to be devastating, and therefore—therefore—his dramatic reaction was not funny.

Ford cleared his throat and politely avoided calling attention to Dipper. "And—actively controlling your own dreams won't prevent Bill from controlling them as well; but it arms you with the same weapons he has—just like when you drove him out of Stanley's head. Plus, if there's anything in your dream you can't control, you can be surer that it's Bill's influence rather than a product of your own subconscious. Which... is what makes it so strange that Bill would suggest you look into lucid dreaming. I'm not sure what to make of that."

"Maybe he just told us to be nice?" Mabel asked. "Maybe he really is trying to fix some of his mistakes."

Dipper raised a brow. "Do you really believe that?"

Mabel briefly looked thoughtful; then cracked up laughing. "Okay, I tried! But nope, not for one second!"

Ford chuckled. "Attagirl." He propped his chin in his hand as he thought. "There's a chance that Bill might not be up to anything actively nefarious. I strongly suspect he can't invade others' dreams in his current form—and if that's true, it might not make any difference to him if you know how to defend yourself against attacks he can't even use. And the only thing he's told you is to go look up lucid dreaming—a technique invented by humans, for humans. He might be trying to ingratiate himself with us by offering up cheap information he suspects you could have found on your own."

Mabel said, "So he told us to be nice, for selfish reasons."

"I think that's the most likely explanation. He likes to offer little scraps of wisdom to his 'students'—and then hold them over your head later." Ford hated the possibility that Bill was trying to adopt his niece and nephew as his newest "students"—Mabel especially—but dancing around the uncomfortable possibility rather than pointing it out would just leave them more vulnerable to his tricks.

"That sounds like him," Mabel sighed. "Like the free birthday cake thing."

Ford tried to remember whether he'd mentioned how he'd gotten his cake when they'd been in Portland. "He told you about that, did he?"

"Yeah. While feeling bad for himself about not getting to go to your birthday party."

"Ha."

Dipper said, "So... you don't think there's any risk in learning how to lucid dream? Except that Bill might start bragging about how good he was to suggest it?"

Ford glanced again over the list of authors Bill had given Mabel. "Well... I don't immediately recognize any of these names; but I can double-check to make sure none of them are affiliated with Bill's known protégés or worshipers. But with that risk aside, I'm sure learning about lucid dreaming would be good for you."

"Yes!" Mabel pumped a fist in the air, startling Ford and Dipper. "Time for Mabeland Two, Electric Boogaloo: Democracy Edition! Founded by the people, for the people, with one hundred percent less psychic police states and zero triangle dictators! All the disco coconuts and yarn castles you already know and love, but this time with open borders and free speech!" She ran from the guest room, opened a door, slammed a door; opened the door again, and yelled, "Grunkle Fooord, can you give us a ride to the library!"

Dipper grimaced and looked at Ford. "Uh... Should we be worried about that?"

Ford considered that with pursed lips, then stood and grabbed his keys. "If she starts napping excessively, let me know so we can stage an intervention."

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Mabel trudged into the living room, lay face down on the carpet between Bill and the TV, and said, "I hate you."

"Sure," Bill said agreeably.

"I mean it. I really hate you." And she said it with such vitriol, such vehemence, that Bill was absolutely positive she didn't hate him at all and would probably never be able to hate him again.

"All right, I'll play," Bill said. "What did I do this time?"

Mabel held a thick, dusty book over her head. It was titled Sleeping Awake: A Meditation and Study Guide for the Initiate Oneironaut. "You gave me homework over the summer."

"Oh, is that it? That's the limit, is it? That's the worst thing I could possibly do to you."

"Yes," Mabel said to the carpet. "It's completely unforgivable." She paused. She lifted her head. "Um. You... do know we're joking, right? The joke is that we're pretending homework is worse than all the other stuff you did, when it definitely isn't? I'm stiiill not exactly sure what your moral compass looks like."

Bill said, "Relax, kid." Bill did not say that he understood that they were joking. "Here, lemme see how painful this is." He plucked the book from Mabel's hand, flipped through a few pages, and grimaced. "Oh wow. Oh, wow, this is drier than the Atacama. This isn't a 'meditation,' it's a textbook. Do they really spend a whole chapter talking about Frederik van Eeden? Gag me with a spoon." He flipped to the index, muttering, "Does this thing even go into milam, or are they completely reinventing the wheel?"

Mabel propped her chin in her hands. "Is it that bad?"

"Well, at first glance, it's not promising." He flipped toward the middle to skim some of the recommended exercises. "Pfff. I think the closest it'll get you to lucid dreaming is boring you to sleep."

Mabel groaned. "Dipper and I checked out like a dozen books on dreams and that was the least boring-looking one."

Bill shut the book and studied the cover. It showed a lush fantasy world with rainbows and colorful planets in the sky. "You know what they say about judging a book by its cover?"

"I know, I know." Mabel rolled over and flopped onto her back, staring at the ceiling. "I guess I'll try reading one of the other books." She let out a sigh. And then, deciding she hadn't expressed herself properly, she let out an even louder, deeper sigh.

Bill laughed, then considered the cover of Sleeping Awake again. "Ahh, what the heck," he muttered, "what else am I gonna do with myself today?" He waved the book at Mabel. "Hey. What if I read through some of them for you? Let you know which ones are a waste of time and which ones might be helpful?"

Mabel considered that. "Seriously? It's a lot of books and they all look boring."

"Sure, why not? If it's too boring to stand, I'll quit. But oneironautics is one of my specialities, I'll probably find the contents more interesting than you would. And, anyway—" Bill glanced away from Mabel self-consciously, voice dropping a tad, "anyway, I recommended lucid dreaming to fix a problem I caused, didn't I? I get why you kids won't let me teach you how to lucid dream—but it's not fair if I throw a couple names at you, make you do all the hard work, and pat myself on the back for helping out. The least I can do is endure a little boredom."

"Aw, Bill..." Mabel offered him a warm smile.

Bill looked at the ceiling. "Don't look at me like that, jeez. You're a sap, you know that?"

"You're the sap! You're like a tree: all bark on the outside and sap on the inside."

"I'll kill you if you ever say that again."

"I'll be right back!" Mabel sprinted upstairs; and a minute later, trudged back down, carrying a double armload of books. "Here." She dumped them in Bill's lap. A couple spilled on the floor.

"Whoa!" Bill scrambled to catch the escapees, and dropped another one. "Is this all of them?"

"All except the one Dipper's reading. The Encyclopedia of Dreams or something."

"That sounds like a waste of time. There's about as much overlap between dream interpretation and lucid dreaming as there is between astrology and astronomy. But hey, toss it my way when he's done with it. I wanna see what it says about dreams with pyramids and all-seeing eyes."

"Your ego's so big."

"Big as a universe, kid!" He started stacking the books beside him on the sofa, setting aside a promising-looking one that mentioned "Tibetan Dream Yoga" in the subtitle.

"I'll let him know. Thanks for the help, Bill!" Her afternoon now freed up, Mabel went upstairs to call Candy and Grenda and see what they were up to.

Bill listened as her footsteps ascended. He waited to hear the attic bedroom door shut.

And only then did he allow himself a small triumphant giggle.

He adored that girl. She was so trusting. He'd never have gotten his hands on this kind of educational material without her help. Finding her the most short-attention-span-friendly book was the least he could do as thanks; maybe he'd go the extra mile, leave bookmarks on the most useful chapters. Let her know just how good he could be to the people who did what he told them to.

He turned off the TV, cracked open the first book, and settled in to re-teach himself how to control dreams with a human mind.

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(Thanks for reading! If you enjoyed, I'd really appreciate a comment!)

#bill cipher #human bill cipher #mabel pines #(for the art)#dipper pines #(for the fic)#gravity falls #gravity falls fanart #gravity falls fic #my writing #my art #bill goldilocks cipher

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wildflowercryptid · 5 months

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Hope its okay if I ask about your versions of Florian and Juliana, thanks ^ _ ^

- Are they siblings?

- What are both their personalities?

- Were they actually raised in Paldea? The MC's in the game are implied to originally be from Galar so I was just wondering that

- Which storylines from the game are each the of them the main character of?

I'm so sorry if I've missed out an info sheet on them hhhhghg

Thank u again!

oh, it’s more than okay to ask about them! i actually really like talking about my interpretations of the pokémon characters, but i just struggle to articulate my ideas a lot of the time. or forget to share them. i’ve been meaning to drop lore for these two so i’ll do that now!

( putting the answers under a cut because i kinda ended up rambling. oops. )

are they siblings?

yes, they are! juliana is the older of the two, but they’re actually super close in age ( with jules not even being a year older than florian. ) because of that, they’re pretty close and sometimes get mistaken for twins. they still bicker and annoy each other like any other typical sibling relationship, but they respect each other a lot and consider each other their greatest confidant. their relationship kinda ends up paralleling carmine and kieran’s own dynamic as siblings, with juliana and florian seeing each other as equals while the same can’t really be said for carmine and kieran.

what are both of their personalities?

while they’re both pretty level-headed, juliana is definitely the more outgoing and confident of the two. florian is more of the reserved type, someone who typically keeps to himself and would much rather wait in the wings than be center stage, ( too bad he’s basically the major protagonist of the story. ) they’re both fairly friendly, but he struggles connecting with others more when compared to his sister. essentially, they’re kinda like a dialed-back version of mabel and dipper pines. florian generally is a very sweet and open-hearted kid who tries to see the best in others, which often leads to his kindness being taken advantage of and getting pushed around easily, ( i.e. carmine convincing him to keep the secret about ogerpon from kieran. ) because of that, juliana is a little protective of him and isn’t afraid to step in when he struggles to stand up for himself. and while she does like to be seen as reliable, that doesn’t mean that she doesn’t encourage florian to be more confident and advocate for himself more. he does end up growing more of a backbone during the timeskip, which makes her very proud. meanwhile, juliana is a lot more outspoken and doesn’t hold back when things need to be called out. she’s still just as compassionate as her brother and is extremely reliable, along with having a very strong moral compass. she definitely fills the cool, reliable older sister role pretty well.

were they actually raised in paldea?

they grew up in galar like what’s implied in canon, but the details are a little different. they’re actually paldean on their mother’s side, who was originally from cabo poco herself. their family decided to move from wyndon back to her hometown after their father lost his job at one of macro cosmos’s now defunct finance subsidiaries. luckily, he was able to land a new desk job in medali and now larry’s his boss. ( the two get along well, they talk about their kids during lunch breaks. )

which storylines from the game are each of them the main character of?

juliana takes on the victory road and starfell street storylines while florian tackles the path of legends and filling out the pokédex, with both of them coming together for the way home. initially, i conceptualized them as co-protagonists and they still kinda are… but florian has definitely taken on the role as primary protagonist with how much shit keeps on just happening to him. i would expand the specifics of how the path of legends plays out for florian and how his friendship with arven develops, but i’ve already rambled enough so i’ll try to talk about that in another post.

hope this answers all your questions and sorry if it's a little long, i've just gotten attached to these kids and have a lot to say about them.

if you have any other questions ( about the paldea kids or mjverse in general, ) please feel free to ask them! it might take me a sec to reply, but i'll try my best!

#i really do need to talk about florian in the path of legends bc i really like how his character ended up developing #it's basically ends up being a '' don't meet your heroes '' kind of story and how it strengthens florian's convictions >>>#to become a good pokémon professor #also him essentially adopting arven as a big brother #i love these kids so much they'd grown on me a lot #pokemon #pokemon scarlet and violet #pkmn scarvio #trainer juliana #trainer florian #hc : (pkmn) mjverse #chara : juliana sigal cavallari #chara : florian russel cavallari #🎨 : mj draws #asks #mj.txt

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sivyera · 2 years

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Jealous HC's with Gravity Falls characters

ft. dipper, mabel, wendy, stan, ford

⤷ Dipper

Dipper gets jealous pretty easily but he can hide it. He mostly staring at the person who is flirting with you. He glares at the person and has a 'dangerous' look. After a while he come to you and the person who is making him jealous. Dipper will put his arm around your waist/shoulder and stare at that person. If the person still don't get it, Dipper will walk away with you under the pretext of something important. He become very clingy when he is jealous so give him attention.

⤷ Mabel

Mabel is the same as Dipper with jealousy. But Mabel can't hide it that well. She is trying so hard to not step in the conversation but after few minutes she jump right next to you, hold your hand and start conversation with you. She will give the person little signs to leave or she will just straight tell him. She will laugh after than and drag you away in privacy. She than can hug you all day.

⤷ Wendy

She is cool with jealousy. Wendy don't get jealous often or easily. But if some person made her jealous she is really scary. She won't even bother with some signs or little talks, she will straight tell them to leave. No shame, no waiting. After than you will probably go to the cinema or to Wendy's house to look at some movies.

⤷ Stan

Stan is old for jealousy, that's what he said. He trust you and he have some tricks when he gets jealous. He would probably prank the person or steal their money, like some kind of punishment for making him jealous. But that person must be really annoying to make him jealous.

⤷ Ford

Ford is the right opposite of his brother. He is probably the worst with jealousy. Ford can get paranoid, sometimes. So sometimes he think that Bill is in that person who is flirting with you. So he can make a scene, so you have to calm him down and drag him away, in privacy. Then you scold him a little for making a scene. He is shamed and sorry for making a scene, but he is just scared that he will loose you.

♥

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nerves-nebula · 1 year

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I sometimes get uncomfortable around arguments about if certain characters are abusive or not- obviously I see this the most with 2012 tmnt and nobody really needs my opinion but I keep thinking about it so here’s some words to chew on.

Keep in mind I haven’t seen much of 2012 so I’ll mostly be talking about the WAY I see these discussions being had here, rather than the show itself.

I doubt the creators intended for the turtles to be abusive and I kind of just assume that everything they do is within the genre of slapstick kids show. But I also don’t think people who cringe away from the way they treat each other are reading too much into it.

I’ve seen people argue that ppl who think the brothers are abusive just don’t have siblings and that’s an insane take to me. Obviously its probably hyperbole in some instances but as someone with more siblings than most of the people I know, I 100% see the abuse reading of this series. It’s a very obvious idea to latch onto for me as someone who HAS been abused by my siblings- and who’s probably been abusive too.

The main thing that really gets under my skin is when people point out how much the turtles actually care about each other as evidence against abuse. Cause that doesn’t make any sense ??? you can abuse people you love and care about deeply.

And it really rubs me the wrong way when I see a post that’s like Raph can’t be abusive because he does X nice/cute things with Mikey or something like. That’s not how abuse works. You guys have to know that right?? Abuse isn’t just a person being mean 24/7 without pause.

A bit of a tangent coming up, but growing up, I really hated Mabel from gravity falls. not because she is inherently any more annoying or selfish or anything than other characters but because the way she treated dipper was extremely triggering for me as a child with a lot of anxiety. Like if Mabel was real and my sibling, I would’ve considered a lot of the shit she did abusive. Obviously I’m normal about her now cause I’m not 12 anymore but the biggest hurdle about watching that show when I was younger was that I would sometimes be brought to tears of frustration, imagining how scared and distressed I’d be if Mabel did that shit to me.

THE POINT of this tangent is that saying “the 2012 turtles aren’t abusive because I do that stuff with my siblings all the time/cause teenage boys are just like that” isn’t a genuine critique because abuse isn’t just about the action it’s about the relationship. Punching your sibling who’s actually ok with being punched isn’t abuse. Punching your sibling who really doesn’t want you to, and who you KNOW really doesn’t want you to, and who you KNOW would be genuinely upset by being punched? That is abuse.

And I find it annoying because I think we’re all aware that abuse was likely not the intent of the show. (Probably not even the text of the show but once again can’t say for sure) Maybe some dysfunction for drama, but probably not abuse, so you’re really just arguing against someone’s headcanon/personal interpretation of this show. And it’s like.. ok you have a different reading cool I guess.

In the show they aren’t treated as abusive, but fandoms are built around exploring different aspects of art that weren’t explored in canon. So I guess idk why this is a big deal.

Idk I think people have this idea that abusive = evil and always wrong. But abuse is just someone hurting you repeatedly and refusing to stop for whatever reason.

And with a show like 2012 where it’s all played for laughs it can be hard to tell if that’s how they are with each other because they’re ok with it or if that’s how they are cause they don’t know any other way. The turtles are kind of really mean in 2012, and wether that’s a familiarity kind of meanness or not is up to you in fandom, yknow?

Does Mikey actually consider Raph hitting him as like a fun part if their banter or is he coping with jokes about being physically abused? You decide! Like genuinely it can be either and I think that’s fun!

I mean obviously you all know what i’d pick, but that’s because I’m blissfully aware of what I want out of stories and what i want is nuanced discussions of abuse.

Personally, I acted very similarly to the 2012 turtles when living with my siblings, but I didn’t actually fucking like it. It was a defense mechanism because being genuine would only be met with ridicule. So I’m not inclined to agree that it’s fine because it’s just what they do.

Once again though, I doubt it was on purpose. And if you don’t think that they’re abusive then congrats! The show probably doesn’t either! So I just don’t see why people get super upset about it. Don’t you love that someone got a different story out of the same media??

Anyway obviously it doesn’t super matter and I don’t really have a horse in this race. I just got a bit annoyed with the way abuse is discussed and as a hobbyist Abuse Analyst I thought I’d weigh in.

I wrote this instead of going to sleep and it’s sooo late and also so much longer that I meant for it to be… y’all better not have bad takes in response or I’ll be annoyed as hell tomorrow morning, guh.

#nnstuff #rambling #tmnt 2012 #abuse tw #child abuse tw

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ferretwhomst · 9 months

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NICE my post got two notes anyways here's my thoughts on the pines fam handling over/understimulation as a neurodivergent and mentally ill family in my own personal canon

putting this under a readmore again because uhhh as always with my headcanons there's a lot and it'll probably be annoying to scroll thru over and over

if anyone else has any thoughts about this feel free 2 add onto this post <3 <3 <3 would love to hear it!!!!! ^_^

starting off with mabel, obviously she CRAVES stimulation so so badly and is constantly looking for something new to do, to the point where her default state is Slightly Overstimulated. i figure she also struggles with emotional dysregulation (even worse because mabel is literally just a kid and isnt equipped to handle heightened emotions with grace just yet sdfjjds) and she absolutely canNOT be understimulated or else she will explode the ENTIRE state of oregon. however a couple too many unpleasant sounds or textures or tastes at once and her entire day is ruined- well, it's not really, but it sure feels like it at the time. she starts angry crying and hitting things and only really calms down when she is completely separated from whatever was upsetting her or vice versa (her threshold for the amount of overstimulation she can handle before snapping probably lowers Significantly post-weirdmageddon), having waddles with her usually cheers her up a lot quicker though<3

ford is actually similar to her in a few aspects here, he too is running as far away from understimulation as possible, always sitting in his room tinkering with some new invention or running around catching some new creature to occupy himself. (he wasn't always like this! as a kid, between him and stan he was definitely and obviously the more docile one. but as an adult he feels the need to seek stimulation moreso because he needs to distract himself from his constant stream of often unpleasant thoughts) this has the unpleasant side effect of isolating himself from the people around him, but it's not intentional, it's just that busying himself with projects and studying the supernatural is his Default Solution to having nothing to do. it's comfortable for him. he also has the Thing where if he isn't explicitly invited to join someone, he doesn't feel comfortable doing so, even if he really wants to.

dipper and stan are completely different from mabel and ford in that they just. nobody ever told them that understimulation is not the default state of existing for everyone else??? so they just??? Put up with it regularly???? dipper stims frequently without realizing to combat this- clicking/chewing on pens over and over and pacing his room for example, but more often than not it isn't Quite Enough and he doesn't know Why. this is also why dipper's anxiety is So bad- sitting around without making an effort to distract himself from his many thoughts will often get him catastrophizing within minutes (him and ford probably bond over having Too Much Thought Head Full). in fact, if he didn't have mabel around to remind him to have fun and use his time wisely instead of getting stuck inside his own head for hours on end he would probably be a very different and much less emotionally stable person than he is in the show jsdjfjsda

stan doesn't stim very much except when he's genuinely scared or upset, in which case he is cracking his knuckles, gripping onto the closest fabric so hard it almost tears, pulling off his cuticles, picking at scabs etc etc (you can imagine how much he fucked up his skin in the days following both instances of him losing ford). he probably had very different habits when he was a kid though- because come on. stan was totally the poster child for audhd, constantly running around and being loud to satisfy his lil brain. however within a few years certain nd behaviors stop being "cute" to others and instead start attracting a shit ton of ridicule so now his only stims are ones which are inconspicuous and could be passed off as stress habits instead of being a clear sign of neurodivergence- plus he probably ended up developing shittier coping mechanisms while running around for 10 years after getting kicked out. but it's not like he can smoke or drink all the time with the kids (wendy and soos included) around though so his options are kinda limited

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kawaiijohn · 6 months

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Dipper accidentally summons King Phantom to Gravity Falls to help against Bill?

okay never thought i'd write anything with GF buttttt here ya go @guardianrex <3

And Happy super late tenth birthday gravity falls. Hope this rocks.

"You're just a teenager!" Dipper pointed at the lanky boy from behind the table turned cover. His finger shakes a little as he wills himself to be brave.

"You're just a teenager!" Dipper pointed at the lanky boy from behind the table-turned-cover. His finger shakes a little as he wills himself to be brave.

"And you're just a kid," said teenager yawns, rubbing sleep out of heavily bagged eyes. "Is there a reason I'm standing in my living room with some kid I don't know at ass o clock in the morning?"

Dipper swallows. He'd meant to summon the 'Infinity King', a figure Grunkle Ford had found information on during his travels. The King of All Reality was supposedly an eldritch being of unknown origin and deathless power, one that could possibly be asked to help deal with Bill and his crap.

And his research was going perfectly! The texts Ford had shown him a few weeks ago- the very same texts that Dipper had stolen while Ford was asleep, were translated quite easily (who knew Pig Latin was a viable language in some realities?) and used without his Grunkle's knowledge. Against said Grunkle's warnings.

But ignoring warnings could have gone much worse. At least the figure floating three inches off the floor looked about as human as Dipper did. He knows from personal experience (what a weird summer) it doesn't mean much, but at least the King's skin wasn't like, inside-out or something gross. He shudders at the thought of the possibility.

Although the King looks nothing more than a teenager who just woke up, Dipper could still sense something about the guy was... off.

Unnatural

Dipper realizes he's been staring for a while, and that he's being stared back at. He points more confidently at the King and swallows his fear.

"Takes one to uh... takes one to know one!"

Smooth

The Infinity King sighs and pinches his brow. "Look, kid. I don't know how you summoned me or why you summoned me, but I'm very tired. I have no money, and I would like to go back to bed before the test I have tomorrow."

"Oh man, is it not summer break for you? That stinks."

"Buddy I'm in summer school, it does stink. So I'd appreciate being able to leave. Please."

"Oh yeah let me just-" Dipper almost falls for the believable performance before catching himself. "Wait a second, that's dumb. I'm not gonna fall for that, Infinity King!"

Dipper shines his flashlight into the King's eyes and is on the receiving end of a very angry stare. "Ancients help me..." the King sighs.

"Nobody can help you! Those sigils are for trapping ghosts and spirits! So now you gotta listen to what I say."

"I really don't have a choice, huh?" The King crosses his legs and places an elbow on his knee. "Alright, shortie. What did you summon me for? Need dating advice? Video game level can't be beat? Annoying sister?"

"I'm not so dumb to summon a powerful being for petty squabbles or whatever!" Dipper grumbles. "I'm dealing with something really really bad, alright?"

He walks up to the border of the circle and shows the King the journal, specifically the pages on Bill Cipher.

"What the hell is this thing? An evil triangle?" the King asks and begins to read. "Don't like how that page gives me goosebumps."

"He's an inter dimensional demon and a jerk. He's also evil and messing with my family."

"Well, I don't know what I can do, but inter dimensional jerks happen to be what I fight most." the King sighs. "What can I do to help?"

"First you gotta make me a-a deal!" Dipper's voice squeaks, realizing what he's said aloud before looking around to make sure Bill isn't going to pop up out of nowhere.

"Kid, I don't think deals are a good choice for someone your age, nor with an inter dimensional being like me."

"Yeah, but like, your kind is kinda all about deals, right?"

"No, but I guess if it makes you feel better... how about you buy me a pizza when this is over. A pizza, and a milkshake of my choice."

"You're serious?" Dipper squints.

"Deadly." the King grins.

"Alright, deal then-"

"Okay, drop the shield and we'll shake on it."

#dantes vibe corner #guardianrex #my fic #danny phantom #dipper pines #dp #gf #crossover #answered #phanfic #danny fenton #dipper

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tswwwit · 3 months

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The newest installment of the Cult AU was so amazing and gratifying! I do have to ask about Dipper's reaction when Bill suggested that next time he hide *in* his bed - should we assume that Dipper just truly doesn't think there's any possibility that Bill would want him like that, or does it potentially reflect some truly non-existent sex ed within the cult? Did the cultists have relationships like that within the cult?

I hope you post this AU and your other shorter works on AO3, id love to be able to bookmark and comment.

Thank you for your kind words!

Dipper's reaction was mostly because the cult had sub-par to non-existent sex ed. Though to be fair, even if he was aware that Bill was, ahem, an option, he definitely wouldn't think there's any way he'd want Dipper like that.

#answers #Dipper's a smart guy who went poking around in forbidden texts #So I think he's probably got an idea of some of the mechanics and anatomy of sex #But a fairly limited amount!#And anything of a non-straight nature would have been just completely off his radar #Various cult members are for sure getting it on in the background of course #Insular communities are like that #But you can also assume that Dipper pretty much was out of the loop there #He didn't get any invites before he was a Blasphemer and definitely none post de-tonguing #What you get there is a sheltered little guy who's whip-smart - but doesn't know what he doesn't know #He might have caught on if he thought to ask the question but he doesn't know there's a question to ask #Pretty bad cult altogether; I'm betting it was Extremely Heteronormative if not outright homophobic #Which like. C'mon. BIll's not even a human gender. What the hell kind of business are they on enforcing *norms*#He'd be very VERY annoyed at that bullshit

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jewishgir · 11 days

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"Dib and Dipper would be friends" sounds like an annoying fandom take but as someone who considers myself one of the very few Invader Zim understanders, I think they would actually have a genuine friendship. Dipper is a good kid and Dib is kind of a good kid but also a little bit of a freak. Dipper could fix him. they also both coincidentally managed to raise the dead (but they said they were sorry about it so it's okay).

#like i do have a personal vendetta agains gravity falls but theres something to this. i think.#also this shouldnt happen because esp with invader zim #whose comedy depends on maintaining the status quo #and no character development can happen #so dib must remain eternally 12 and miserable until the show ends #invader zim #gravity falls #shiv.txt

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piss-pumpkin · 3 months

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💥the longer you wait⛈️

Older!dipper pines x reader, Chapter 7 of Douce amere, ~4.3k words Master list Prev

“Okay, I put it in his coffee,” you snickered, twirling the empty vial between your fingers. The three of you watched from the living room as Stan stood in the kitchen.

“Why does he have coffee at like, three in the afternoon? Isn’t that typically a morning thing?” Dipper chimed in, ever the skeptic.

“If he had Mabel juice, he wouldn’t need the extra caffeine,” Mabel whispered.

Mabel, who was never one for subtlety, tried her best to hold in laughs while her back was pressed against the wall near the doorframe as she snuck head turning glances into the kitchen.

You and Dipper had a tad bit more class. The both of you were sat on the chair, feigning watching tv as you side eyed Stan from a distance. You could feel the annoyed, and slightly smug energy radiating from Dipper as he rolled his eyes. “Mabel, either get over here so he doesn’t hear you, or stop conspiring.”

Mabel crossed her arms dramatically, whisper yelling across the room to her brother. “I want to be close to the action!”

You squinted at her, “and you’re certain that twelve feet will make that much of a difference?”

”Yes!” she hissed.

Just as Dipper sighed, probably about to retort with a petty insult, you saw it. In the corner of your eye, Stan took a sip of his coffee.

Before he could speak, you elbowed Dipper subtly, and nodded your head over the the kitchen. In a blink, Dipper lost the conversation.

Slowly, starting at the finger tips, Stan was beginning to turn pink. You smirked, and Dipper snickered, as you both started to elbow each other.

Mabel, with an open jaw and annoyed expression looked back and forth between you, her brother, and the doorway. “Hey, wait, what’s happening!” She hissed.

As Mabel’s eyes flickered back and forth, growing frustration in her face, you and Dipper grimaced, sharing a knowing glance. As both of you turned back to Mabel, you saw her whip her head around, very obviously peeking through the doorway, and hanging her body across it. You sighed. Dipper too.

”What are you looking at?” Stan asked, confused. “What, do I have something in my face or something?” He said, squinting at Mabel as she giggled. The pink was spreading up his arms, reaching his chest.

You weren’t sure Mabel knew the word subtle. She snickered and she giggled, and she reached her head and body back to her hiding place on the other side of the doorway, leaving Stan confused, as he looked himself over.

You weren’t immune to Mabel’s antics, though. You gave up trying to avert your eyes, and turned to face Stan. His eyes widened as he looked himself over, and began to notice his colour change to a Barbie pink.

Stan gasped, then looked up back to the doorway. “Mabel!” He shouted. She laughed, covering her mouth in a futile effort to hide her presence. “What did you do to me!” Stan asked, standing up. His face was pink now, his entire body discoloured.

He approached the doorway, immediately grabbing into the side and whipping his head around to where Mabel stood. “Is this your doing?!” He asked, rather loudly. You shared a glance with Dipper, wide eyed, and both silently agreeing to let Mabel take any blame for this, no words needed. You both suppressed a smile watching the scene.

Mabel grinned wide, and lied easy. “Nope!” She cheered, looking up at him happily.

He paused a moment, squinting, and once again looked over his arms. Even the greying hairs were a lighter pink. For a moment, you almost saw a smile tug at the corner of his mouth.

Dipper nudged you, leaning in to whisper near your ear. As his head got closer and you felt his breath on your skin, you tensed, out of habit, grin forming across your lips. “Eyes,” he hushed, smile in his voice. As he pulled away, he subtly pointed at Stan again.

You glanced at his eyes, as instructed. Glistening. Even across the room you saw the lights reflected in them.

Mabel’s smile had fallen, and she looked up at Stan with concern. A single tear fell from his eyes, as he stared in awe at his colour, jaw hung open. “Grunkle Stan-“ Mabel started, reaching out for him.

”-I’m so…” he sniffled, and wiped a tear away as more started to fall. “… beautiful.”

Mabel gasped, her hands flying to her cheeks as her smile came back in an instance. Her sharp inhale was so sudden, she very quickly devolved into a coughing fit, choking on the dust in the air.

You and Dipper had to drop the act. You waived the nonchalant attitude, and fully turned over to look at them in all his crying and her coughing glory. Dipper squinted, “what?” He asked simply.

Mabel whipped her head over to the two of you, doubled over, and looking up at you between ragged breathes. “Guys, he’s-“ she started to shout, before double over again to choke. You winced at her wheezes.

Dipper said flatly, “Mabel breath in.”

Stan kept crying quietly, wiping a tear as he gently ran his hand over his arm. “I’m so…” he trailed off.

Mabel gasped, finally seeming to catch her breath. She put her hand in her chest as she took slow and steady inhales, finding the rhythm to breathing that she had lost. “Grunkle Stan, look at your face!” She said, jumping in place and pointing at him.

Stand hands flew to his cheeks, eyes wide. “My face…” he started, wandering away. To a mirror you assumed.

Mabel followed quickly behind him, nearly sprinting and tripping over herself, you thought you heard the word makeover.

The room was silent when they left. You blinked once, twice, thrice, recovering from that interaction. “So Dip,” you started, leaning back in the chair.

“Yeah…” he pondered, following suit and leaning back with you. You turned your head away slightly to smile as you rested shoulder to shoulder.

You both looked absently at the doorway they disappeared through. “So that was not the expected reaction, was it?” You asked, folding your arms across your chest.

“No, I can’t say that that was on my list,” he said, folding his arms in tandem with you.

“Welp,” you said, lacking words.

Dipper laughed, covering his mouth with his hand. “Yeah, fucking welp,” he chuckled. “fucking, now what?” He laughed.

You tilted your head back to lean on his shoulder, and waved your hand through the air, to think. “I almost want to be out of the room for when the come back, I feel like Mabel is gonna try to make us pink too.”

Dipper shook his head, “God, you are so right.”

You nodded, standing up, and offering Dipper a hand. “Anywhere else?” You asked enticingly.

Dipper smiled, taking your hand in his. Before he could react properly, you smirked, and put your whole body into dragging him out of the chair before he could find his balance.

“Ack-“ he exclaimed, nearly falling over himself trying to stand. He stumbled out of the chair, almost crashing into you as he took a few steps to regain his footing. “Mean,” he said simply.”

You smiled. “what can I say, I like it rough,” you shrugged, grinning. You spun to turn your back to him and head for the door, but that didn’t stop you from feeling his pained expression.

“Oh, fuck off,” he laughed.

Snickering to yourself as he protested, you started walking toward the gift shop. You heard his footsteps behind you as he followed.

The gift shop, quite unusually, was empty. Devoid of even its typical employees. “Dip, are we closed today?” You asked, wandering in.

He shook his head, laughing slightly. “Nope, mystery shack is open,” he said. “I hope Soos knows Wendy is out sick, or something.”

”Probably or something, she didn’t seem very sick yesterday,” you snickered. You absently walked over to the counter, leaning behind it. “Gosh, it’s so rare I see this side of the register… it’s beautiful.”

Dipper rolled his eyes, “not when you are working customer service, it’s not.” He came up on the other side, leaning opposite to you beside the register.

“Lucky me, it’s just you in here, then.” You grinned at him, leaning your head on your hand. “So… you come here often?” you asked, tapping your fingers along your cheek.

Dipper pursed his lips, repressing a smile as he shook his head. “I can’t say that I do, actually,” he snickered, placing a hand on the counter with you, “I don’t frequent the worst tourist traps in existence, not sure what kind of person does.”

You laughed, “oh I know exactly what kind of person does, my friend.”

Dipper snickered, “who are we thinking of?” He turned his head to the door, leaning into you ever so slightly. You smirked, his face only a foot from yours as he began to point. “I’m feeling a sort of… tourist with horrible children vibe, for the next person who walks in,” he said. He paused, and you could practically see the cogs turning in his head. “Like, at least three kids.”

You stifled a laugh, “Oh, you are too kind, Dip.” You shook your head, covering a smirk as you followed his gaze to the door. “My first thought was Toby Determined.”

Dipper snorted, his hand falling from his point and covering his smile. “Oh you’re mean!” He laughed. “Not our bodacious T!”

“Yeah, I hate that he was my first thought,” you giggled. “But I think he is the oddest patron we’ve got.”

Dipper sighed, dragging his hand down his face, “You’re not wrong, I think he’s funded like, half of the exhibits.”

”Stan must love him.”

The corners of Dippers lips curled up, as if he wanted to hold back his smile. His eyes shifted over to you as he put his elbows back on the counter to lean on. “You’d think so, but no,” he pondered. “I actually think Stan hates dealing with him… Wendy, too.”

You leaned in, just the tiniest bit more, curious. “Oh is he, like, weird?” Your head felt heavy on your hand, and you tilted your head to the side to shift the weight.

Dipper grimaced, looking at the countertop with a pained smile, “yeah that’s what I’ve heard… mostly from Wendy.”

You chuckled, “God, remind me never to work customer service in this town.”

Your eyes held on his as his gaze fell back on you. His face had the slightest bit of pink tint, to compliment his soft smile, and you had hope. Maybe he was blushing at you. He smiled, “Yeah, the people in this town are a little… weird.”

”Gosh, that must be why you fit right in,” You smirked.

”just me?” He chided.

You beamed, unfortunately. Pursing your lips to try and contain your growing smile, you laughed. “Well, I wouldn’t say that- I wouldn’t say just you,” you shook your head going off. “Well, I wouldn’t go that far, I suppose.”

He grinned, and hung his head so his face was out of view. “Yeah? You wouldn’t go that far?” He was shaking his head, and you could hear the air he was blowing out his nose.

You straightened up, no longer leaning across from him. “No, I’m not certain I would,” you mused. “I go pretty far in a lot of ways, but that’s where I draw the line.”

Dipper snickered, banged his head lightly on the table, and then stood up with you, mirroring your stance. “God, you are the worst.”

You batted your eyelashes, “who me?”

“Ugh,” was all he managed.

You snickered, hopping up to sit on the counter, and crossing your legs. “You can act like you hate me,” you said, in dramatic fashion, raising one hand to stroke your chin. “But you don’t.”

Dippers face was flushed, and he smiled, which was a nice juxtaposition from his words. “No, trust me, I really do.”

You grinned, and squinted your eyes just slightly. He was still facing you, and carefully, you reached your hand out towards him. “Boop!” You said, tapping his nose. You grinned at him as he blushed, and tried to suppress a smile, in truth, shocked he didn’t try to stop you.

Dippers face was red, and he lifted his hand to his cheek to try and cover it. He glanced at the floor, then back to you. As he covered his mouth, you could practically hear him thinking. Even hiding his expression, you know he had his thinking face on. “Y/n, did you know you talk in your sleep?”

Your eyes widened a moment, and a reflexive response came to you before a thought. “What? No I don’t…” you said, tilting your head and looking to the wall. As you remembered, you pursed your lips, and raising your brow. “Wait, no, that’s a lie. Yes I do.”

Dipper silently asked for elaboration, raising his brow in turn and nodding his head.

You sighed a laugh, “It was mostly when I was a kid, I think, but I’ve been know to say a few words in more recent years,” you recalled. “I’ve heard I mostly just say the word no, and all it’s synonyms.”

”You never say, like,” he rolled his hand in the air, gesturing for more information. “Full sentences? Or have conversations?”

You squinted at him, mouth barely open. “Dude, what the fuck did I say to you in my sleep?”

He stiffened, and began to scratch the back of his neck, “oh, nothing really, I-“

You shook your head, beginning to laugh, “No, no, no, no backing out now, what did I say?” You watched as his eyes darted to anywhere but you. “It has to be something bad, right? I have to know now.”

“Oh, no, no-“ he started, sweating. He waved his hand in dismissal. “Nothing… bad,” he smiled nervously.

You shook your head, leaning back in bafflement. “Dude, the fuck did I say to you,” you laughed.

Dippers eyes were wide, “Nothing!” He glanced back at you, then quickly away, and wiped his hand on his pants. Probably wiping the sweat, if you had to guess. “I swear, nothing.”

”Dude,” you said, exasperated and curious. You snickered, “you have a fucking horrible lying face, I know you too well.”

Dipper closed his eyes, remembering his… goal? His promise. To himself, and to Mabel. His oath to try. For you. If there was anyone he could try for, push the fear and shyness down for, it was you. “Well, you, uh-“ he glanced up at you. “You sort of… confessed to something,” he laughed, running his fingers through his hair.

Your blood ran cold, and heart stopped. Hmm? Your eyes were wide, “I did… what?” You asked, voice coming through a little higher pitch then usual.

Dipper laughed nervously, “yeah, you said you were…” he paused, smiling to himself, and twirling a strand of hair around his finger. “Trying to trick me… does that ring a bell?”

You shook your head again, involuntary and in bewilderment. “The fuck does that even mean?”

Dipper grimaced, clasping his hands together, and swinging them out in front of him. In a swift motion, he turned away, pacing a few steps before spinning back to face you. “Well, I was kind of hoping you’d, uh, know what the trick was… are you sure you don’t?”

With wide eyes and an exaggerated expression, you looked at him, words not needed. But words were fun. “Fuck no I don’t? Are you gonna tell me or what?” You practically wheezed.

Dipper sighed, wiping his hands on his shirt. He swung his arms out behind, and in front of him, and shifted his weight between his feet. “Fine, yeah,” he started, slowly walking back to the counter where you still sat. “It’s… you kind of confessed to-“

”Dipper, get over here!” Stan bellowed through the hall.

Dippers head whipped around with a speed you rarely saw from him, and even quicker he looked back at you with wide eyes.

You tilted your head curiously, waving your hand to silently tell him to continue, and ignore his Grunkle.

“Well, it looks like I’m being summoned over there-“ Dipper sputtered, starting to step toward the door.

”Oh no, no you are not,” you started, pointing at him. “Get your ass back here, and finish that sentence.”

Dipper walked backwards slowly, and shot you finger guns as he did. “Tell ya later, come find me… later,” he managed, red in the face. “Not now.”

You stared to move to get up, and as you did, he started to speed walk, into a dash. “Oh, you cunt! Not a chance!” You spat, throwing yourself off the counter to follow him as he sprinted out the door.

As quickly as you sprang up, you fell down, to the floor, tripping and landing on your elbows. “Fuck,” you muttered, whipping your head up to stare at the now empty doorframe. Pussy. Bitch. Ugh. Several insults ran through your head, and you grumbled as you rose to your feet.

For a moment, you stared at the door, like he might come back any second. He still could. God, what was he on about? You sat back up on the counter, thankful there wasn’t anyone in the gift shop. Nobody came through the door, and the vague sound of Stan rambling travelled on the air. You sighed, pulling out your phone to blank your mind.

You scrolled through various apps for a few minutes, until very easily getting bored. God, what did you say to him? That had him so… you shook your head, squeezing your eyes shut.

It was as if the confidence left your body the moment he ran off, leaving you in a mildly pissy mood in an empty gift shop. Not a particularly pretty scene. Your heart was slowly dropping back to normal pace as you looked longingly at the door. Do I work here? You thought to yourself. If not, then you could, in theory, leave. Not like you hadn’t done work for the mystery shack before, but you didn’t recall ever getting a regular pay check.

Hopping off the counter, you threw your phone in your pocket and started for the door. No sense sitting around in an empty room. I could go see Ford… you paused in the doorway.

No, I shouldn’t. You were mildly irritated after that interaction, and it probably wasn’t good to subject sweet innocent Ford to that. You stepped away from the doorway, and away from the shack.

…

”Dipper, what do you think?” Stan asked, still pink in the skin, and face decorated with the most intense eyeliner Mabel could muster. The living room was cluttered with what Dipper assumed was all the makeup Mabel brought with her for the summer. Unsurprisingly, Y/n was right, Dipper thought. As usual.

Dipper shot Mabel a look of horror and desperation. All she needed to know. Mabel winced, squinting her eyes as she glanced over his mildly sweaty and flushed face. Raising her brow, she started to the kitchen, and Dipper followed, eyes trained on the floor.

“Hey, where are you two going?” Stan called out from the chair.

Dipper whipped his head back around, still a little flushed in the face. Before he could speak, Mabel answered for them. Bless her soul.

“Kitchen,” she said innocently, turning to face him as she walked backwards.

Stan squinted, but made no effort to get up. “Why are you being weird?” He asked suspiciously.

Mabel smiled an oblivious smile, “I’m just like that, what do you mean?”

Dipper nodded along idly, staring behind Stan.

Stan grimaced, sighing and shaking his head. “God, okay then, I guess,” he said sarcastically. “Don’t burn the house down.”

Mabel beamed, and threw a thumbs up at him, “for sure, for sure.”

Dipper kept nodding as they crossed the threshold into the kitchen, and he slid hastily out of his Grunkles view. The moment he was out of sight, Dipper nearly keeled over, grabbing hold of Mabel’s arms and shaking her. He looked over his shoulder at the doorway again, knowing Stan was still in earshot. He tried to whisper, but it came out as more if a hiss, “Mabel I fucked up.”

Mabel once again, cringed and grimaced. “What did you do?” She whispered.

Dippers face fell, and he hung his head as he shook her, and tried to shuffle further away from the door. “I chickened out.”

Mabel pursed her lips. “Like, an hour ago you were so confident, what happened?”

Dipper shook his head, as if the answer was obvious and Mabel was a fool for even needing to ask. “I actually tried to do it, Mabel.”

She sighed, clasping her hands in front of her face, and leaning her head on them. “Dip, you fucking know that the longer you wait, the harder it gets.”

Dipper covered his face with his hands, “Dude, I know.”His sister always had an incurable blind confidence that Dipper envied. Even when she got rejected, the many times she did. She always tried, with relentless determination. Lucky. It seemed like Dipper barely had it in him to try for the one person who had never rejected him. Dippers lips curled into a frown, which was almost like a pout. He stepped away from Mabel, and started to pace around the kitchen. “I should… go talk to them,” he sighed.

Mabel smiled softly. “Yes, you should,” she stated. More like a command. “Just be honest, tell them you like them.”

Dipper cringed, but nodded. “Yeah, I should just do that.”

Mabel punched him in the spine, and Dipper immediately recoiled. “That’s the spirit, bro!”

Dipper scowled at her before kicking her in the leg, and walking out without a word. As he walked through the living room to the gift shop, Stan eyed him suspiciously, and sipped a Pitt cola.

Dipper took a deep breath as he approached the door, and then another one. Calm. He pushed through, gaze immediately falling on the counter… which was empty. Fuck. Dippers eyes widened, and his eyes flew to the door and the window. In a blink, he rushed back to the living room. “Grunkle Stan, have you seen Y/n?”

He shook his head wordlessly, taking another long sip of his Pitt cola, and Dippers face fell. Curtly, he nodded, heading back into the gift shop to pace. They left?

…

”-And he didn’t fucking tell me!” You finished, pacing around Billy with intent. The statues hollow eye stared through you as you waited for a response. “I know, outrageous!”

Sighing, you sat down beside it and its outstretched hand. “Sorry to rant to you buddy, but like…” you laid back, head in the lush, almost damp grass. “But I can’t stand when people just…” you shook your head, getting your hair tangled with the grass. “… don’t tell me things… especially when it’s about me!”

You turned your head to the statue, sighing. “You know, before that conversation, I was trying to flirt.”

Billy didn’t look down at you, given he was made of stone. He blocked the sun with his hat, and looked over you, almost giving you a side eye.

“And he was so… I don’t know,” you started, raising a hand to the sky. You turned your head to see its shadow beside you. “He was so flustered, I thought maybe he like… I don’t know- something about flirting back.”

You glanced back up at Billy, and folded your hands on your stomach. “Oh, I guess you don’t have context… he sometimes does flirt back, but he’s shy. I think he likes me… or at least could,” you thought aloud. “I was more sure a few weeks ago- but don’t worry” you shook your head, closing your eyes. “I wouldn’t ever want to make him uncomfortable with it, we’re friends, I think he’d tell me if he wanted me to stop.”

Billy didn’t answer. But he didn’t need to. The way his eye made you feel just barely cold even in the summer sun was answer enough.

“Should I go back?”

The wind blew close to the ground, and muddled your hair into the grass even more. That piercing eye your stature friend had seemed to tell you everything you needed to know. Like the clouds that were starting to form in the sky said no.

”You’re probably right, Billy,” you sighed. “Not sure why you don’t seem to like Dipper, but-“ you stared at the clouds, greying and moving in. “-you’ve never steered me wrong, I guess.”

You sat up, picking a few leaves and twigs out of your hair. “And you never would, right?” You asked, flicking Billy’s out stretched hand. A tremor shot through you the moment you touched it. Reflexively, you pulled away, hand finding the ground to regain balance. “God, Billy, why are you so cold?”

If Billy could speak, you weren’t sure he’d tell you. He was a statue man of many secrets, it seemed. Sighing, you stood up. “Billy, it’s beginning to look like rain,” you said, squinting up at the bright white and grey sky. “I swear, the weather always turns when I come to see you, it’s strange,” you started, looking down at him. You laughed to yourself, “it’s like you’re cursed.”

You flicked his hat, snickering. “I think I’ll head home, Billy boy.”

Fun fact: in the initial writing of this chapter, i had to rework it like 4 times. My original idea for the confession sequence was way different. Same ending, but wildly different set up.

#x reader #dipper pines x reader #douce amere #gravity falls x reader #my writing #dipper pines #dipper x reader #gravity falls

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tt40art · 2 years

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Amazing Facts I’ve Learned from the Gravity Falls DVD Bonus Features

More content to celebrate the 10th anniversary of Gravity Falls! As I watched the bonus content on Shout! Factory’s complete series release, I’ve learned many hilarious things about this show. Here are some of my favorite facts:

The scavenger hunt wasn’t sanctioned by Disney. Alex Hirsch did the whole thing with the staff of the show and zero official approval.

In “Golf War”, Mabel was originally supposed to abduct one of the golf balls and stick it into her pocket.

In “Scary-oke”, the truck originally had a “honk if you love the Patriot Act” bumper sticker.

Many of the incidental character names are based on Ariel Hirsch’s childhood crushes.

As he hid the first clue of the scavenger hunt, (in Saint Petersburg, Russia) Alex Hirsch was afraid of being mistaken for a spy.

Very cursed information: Bill was originally going to be green. He is, after all, based on the eye at the top of the pyramid on the back of the dollar bill.

In “Not What He Seems”, Mabel and Dipper were originally going to plot in a classroom instead of the back of a cop car.

Something I feel we really missed out on: “A Tale of Two Stans” was originally going to open with hilarious recap commentary from Soos.

On a cursed note: As per the original storyboards for “A Tale of Two Stans”, Stanford was originally supposed to have a beard. I dislike this.

When creating the character designs, the artists gave every character at least one distinguishing article of clothing. Why? So fans could easily cosplay them. Maybe I’m a little sappy, but I think that’s amazing!

(As an aside, I somehow failed to realized that Agent Powers is voiced by Nick Offerman. This explains why he sounds so familiar, but I still wonder how it took me a decade and a behind-the-scenes interview to realize that.)

The interviews and behind-the-scenes content also added plenty of details that I’d missed when I watched the show! One of my favorites was that the pyramid in the “secret” Mystery Shack room is there to let people know that the room used to be Stanford’s.

I’m going to wrap this up by pointing out that I’m still annoyed at Disney for removing the “fists for nipples” joke in “Dipper vs Manliness”. That was one of the funniest gags of the entire show.

#gf #gravity falls #my writing

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Dipper’s thoughts on human Bill?

"What kind of fiction do you read, Pine Tree? Do you like cosmic horror? Do you know what real 'cosmic horror' is?"

"(I regret this conversation so much.)"

"It's having an eyeball on the inside of your body, and seeing another dimension through it."

Of all the main shack crew, I think I've put the least development into how Dipper feels about Bill traipsing around. (I'm willing to take ideas!) Although overall he's like,

He distrusts him, he hates him, and he's VERY mad that Bill's getting along so well with Mabel. But eventually I need Dipper to willingly talk to Bill, because he's the most likely one to ask prying, interesting backstory questions. I don't know yet what will get him to that point. I think he'll be the last in the family to accidentally soften toward Bill.

In return, Bill literally piloted Dipper's body yet he could go a whole day under the same roof as the kid without thinking about him once. He'll tease Dipper when annoying him is funny and he'll play nice to keep himself in the Pines' good(?) graces, but in the cosmology of Bill's life, Dipper doesn't matter.

He calls Mabel "Shooting Star" no matter what sweater she's wearing but when Dipper switched hats Bill halfway forgot he's also a part of the anti-Bill zodiac. Dipper is Mabel's less fun womb roommate.

The fact that Dipper carries so little weight in Bill's mind—unlike Ford or Mabel or even Stan—is just another thing that irritates Dipper.

#bill cipher #human bill cipher #dipper pines #gravity falls #gravity falls fanart #bill goldilocks cipher #fanart #my art #(I know there's a fairly popular fic based on bill & flatland; I haven't read it!)#(my headcanon backstory is based on reading flatland & developing my own ideas from there)#(any similarities to someone else's fic are unintentional)

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