It’s Morphin’ Time

phenyxsnest:

When
Dipper was still new to the demon “business persona” thing (how to be
scary, intimidating and all that) he tried a more traditional demon
look. For a short while Alcor had horns and a tail before he was
confident that he was scary enough the way he was.

Love the idea of him having an experimental phase where he tried out morphs like nobody’s business.

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Dipper
examined himself in the bathroom mirror. It was still a disconcerting
experience, to look in the mirror and see gold on black eyes looking
back at him instead of the brown eyes he still half expected.

He
just hadn’t gotten used to the change in his appearance, even after
four years like this. It felt wrong to try and change it to the way he
used to look, uncomfortable in his own skin, but it still caught him off
guard when he caught a glimpse of himself in a mirror.

Opening his mouth, Dipper pulled at the corners of his lips, taking a closer look at the fangs that had replaced his teeth.

Sitting
back in midair, he looked over the rest of his appearance with a
critical frown. The summonses had been coming more and more often as the
years passed, (and he was deliberately not going to think about a few
of them, especially that terrible one, where he was bound for nearly
three full days…) and he doubted the way he looked now was going to
cut it much longer.

He’d
just recently changed his outfit permanently – he’d wanted to cling to
the shorts and t-shirt he’d worn for so much of his human life for as
long as possible, but the suit was so much more comfortable now, seemed
to fit him in ways the shorts no longer did. That…that had scared him,
but after he took some tips from Grunkle Stan, well, he was starting to
like it. It looked…professional. Dapper.

Giving
himself another once-over in the mirror, Dipper gave a little spin.
With a thought he changed the cufflinks and gold triangles that held the
chain that decorated his tailcoat into stars and smiled. Much better.
That had been bothering him.

Still…he
leaned on the counter, unsatisfied. He didn’t really look at that
demonic, ears and eyes, fangs and claws notwithstanding.

Okay, the wings helped, but they were in such an odd position…

Maybe…well,
he could shapeshift now. Maybe he could try a few things? See if he
couldn’t be…well, a teenage boy was only scary to a select few, right?
But what if…

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