June 17: Favorite Transcendence fic? Return, Rewind, Rewrite, hands down.
BABIES`
So…I could not for the life of me figure out how to submit multiple pictures to the transcendence au blog. I submitted something with a link but I decided that this was easier and the other people who share this blog with me wouldn’t mind. These pics were drawn by Zach and edited/coloured by me!
Of the last 12 pages in my sketchbook (main), 8 have a great degree of transcendence au stuff in them.
AKA, sketchy sketches are sketchy.
send me a character and i’ll tell you
their blog url: neon–tiger
the kind of posts they reblog: Lisa Frank-style artwork, dance pop music, all kinds of rainbow neon clothing and makeup inspiration, missing animal and shelter adoption posts, cool animal facts, cute animals, pictures of candy. Adds comments to most of them.
the first person they followed: probably animalstalkinginallcaps, since Dipper only got a blog after she discovered how great blogging was and forced him to.
what kind of theme they’d have: a free theme, with an obnoxious tiled background of, like, a unicorn riding a rainbow across a nebula background while cats wearing sunglasses hover playing synthesizers and shooting laser beams from their eyes in the background and a sparkling, rotating WordArt header that says something like ‘WELCOME 2 MY BLOG!!!!!!!’ and a tiny griffin pixel for the cursor and a million of those little animated ponies that just wander around and sometime fall asleep over your webpage. Her author image is just a blurry picture of her screaming and trying with little success to shove Dipper out of a selfie.
She also has hidden autoplay.
what kind of text posts they make at 2am: “i just want to pet every dog. :(”
Dipper (going with RRR Dipper for this one!):
their blog url: belle-made-me-make-this-blog
the kind of posts they reblog: All of Belle’s missing pet and shelter adoption notices, Internet chain letters, recommended and featured posts
the first person they followed: Belle.
what kind of theme they’d have: A free theme, without any customization at all; the blog title is still ‘Untitled’.
what kind of text posts they make at 2am: ‘none of you would believe the truth even if I told you.’
#Dipper’s handful of followers are fascinated by how weird his occasional – VERY occasional – posts are#and most of them are convinced he’s some kind of elaborate ARG#he’s actually just too busy and too apathetic to actually keep up a blog#he has things to do#demon things#demon-pretending-to-be-human things marypsue
Thank you so much!
(And both of them think the scrapbook is really sweet, a wonderful thing to have to remember Mabel by, and a whole bunch of very cool stories, but neither of them are quite as unconditionally delighted with it as Dipper is. Belle harbours a secret little ember of jealousy for Mabel the whole time and may or may not deliberately get into trouble more afterwards in an attempt to get Dipper to go on adventures with her. Lionel is quietly horrified by the things that Grunkle Stan let Dipper and Mabel get away with.)
I’ve had something like thirteen hours of sleep in the past four days, which means that if you’ve ever had a burning question about anything I’ve written or may be planning to write, now would be an excellent time to ask it!
If you want to ask Mod M about RRR or Ian and Mira, now would be the time!!
That is something that I…completely failed to address, isn’t it?
It may come up in a future fic (I have at least one more big-ish RRR fic on the backburner), but the short answer is: yes, she did, and does. I’m going to say that it’s a little different, though, knowing Dipper killed a stranger in front of her (and there mayyyy be some residual Mabel-memory that has inoculated her somewhat against his more demon-ish behaviour), and she herself blowing up someone she knows.
“Alice?”
Alice Pines lowered her binoculars, looking down at the girl hiding in the bush with her. Belle was strangely quiet, looking down at the pair of binoculars clutched in her own lap. “What’s up, kiddo?”
Belle glanced up at Alice, and gave a long sigh, turning to look out through the branches of the bush they were sitting in. “We’re doing the right thing, right?”
BABS
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