Prompt: Sometimes when he’s surprised or distracted
Dipper’s wings will pop out suddenly. Like one time Mabel had him
cornered on the couch, tickling him into submission they went from
frantically buzzing little buttwings to full-sized. *thwoomp* Dipper is
now wedged in the cushions and Mabel is jammed against the coffee table.
(Bonus, it happens every time someone that isn’t family kisses him.
Every. Time. Peck on the cheek? Thwoomp. Hand-kiss? Thwoomp. He wears
them big at all formal occasions.)http://transcendence-au.tumblr.com/post/105650678268/sometimes-when-hes-surprised-or-distracted
A series of vignettes about Dipper and his wings.
Stan Pines glanced around the corner into the living room.
Yep, there was his great-nephew, floating cross-legged a few feet off the ground as he watched the television, listlessly flipping through channels and not paying attention to much of anything, solid for the next few hours thanks to a deal with Mabel.
Perfect.
Mask firmly in place, Stan leapt into the living room with a yell.
Dipper shrieked, flailing and falling over backwards, wings going twice as big as usual in an audible thwoomp as he tumbled halfway through the wall.
Stan cackled, laughing harder as Dipper cried, “Grunkle Stan, stop laughing! I’m stuuuuck!” plaintively, legs kicking as he tried to pull himself free.
The fact that Dipper’s wings puffed out like a cat’s tail was forgotten in favor of teasing him about getting stuck halfway through the wall (and then using that to con some cash out of tourists – never let it be said Stan couldn’t milk everything he could out of an opportunity).
(Though he did help Dipper out of the wall. Eventually. After Mabel took a good dozen pictures or so or of a grumpy demon limply hanging through a wall, arms dangling, pouty and disgruntled.)
Things About Wings
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