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Whenever Dipper gets in a fight, it is said that he “bleeds gold blood” but if his body is just a projection of what he want to look like, than how does he bleed, without wanting to bleed?

A demon’s body (as well as Angels) aren’t always what they “want” it to look like. They can often alter their forms, yes! But their default forms are more what they feel like.

Let’s look at Brian the Organ Duck. He’s… a duck made of organs. Which makes sense, because he tends to deal in trades involving organs. That’s his preferred “taste” in power, which most demons have. Now, the duck part? Who knows. Maybe he has a very particular memory concerning ducks. Maybe ducks are another lesser-known taste of his. Maybe he just think ducks are neat. Or scary?

A demon looks the way it looks due to a balance of their interests,

self identity, their past experiences, and even significant power sources that make up a decent part of their being.

With Dipper, he’s the same, though he has a bit more power in maintaining a more humanoid form, due to his heritage. Many demons have humanoid-esque “true” forms as well, likely because humans are a huge part of their lives. But there’s always variation, and different tastes.

So when Dipper feels more unhinged and less human? His form mirrors that. A surge of rage could trigger his eyes to revert, or the yearning for power (whether it be to destroy or protect) could trigger a full form shift. Feeling weak and helpless will often make him shift back to a childlike age.

He “ages” with some humans (usually Mizars), because he feels so deeply connected to them and the time they currently reside in. If they drift apart on good terms, he’ll slowly revert back to a young adult–considered the “prime” human years.

His gold blood? Most likely due to Bill Cipher. Dipper quickly becomes his own demon, but certain things from Bill’s design cling to him. (He tends to bleed red while feeling more human though!)

Recent debate between my friends: would Alcor be trapped by a Devils Trap from Supernatural? It traps demons without failure unless the circle is broken but Alcor has a history of breaking out of binding circles. Thoughts?

Dipper in his teens? Absolutely.

Dipper in his 30s-100s? Yes, but will break out eventually so uh, fucking watch out.

Dipper afterwards? T̶̝̰̘̫̹̺h͠ą͇t̟̺͇͡’̣̟s̡̭ ̞̬̦̣͚͎̹͠C̬͎u̖̼͉̺̹͙ͅt̝͖̯e̟̯̖

Healing and Hijinks Chapter Two

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“All I’m saying is it’s utter bullshit that makes no sense is all.” Vin slumped as he walked, arms crossed, his long neck lowered to put his head just off the floor.

They were walking with the flood of students out of the school. The hallway, although not narrow per se, wasn’t quite wide enough for the mass of students trying to navigate it at the end of the day. If you wanted to go against the flow it was generally easiest to just wait a few minutes in your class for everyone to pass.

“Have you tried asking your teacher?”

“Right, like I’m going to talk to that asshole.”

“From what I understand it’s – oh excuse me, I didn’t see you there.” She dodged out of the way of someone standing in the middle of the hall.

“Why, hello,” they said. “Just the people I was hoping to see.”

The hallway around them was suddenly strangely barren. It wasn’t completely empty. but the crowd around them was thin, and people seemed to be clumping up even more densely around the edges of the hallway than before.

“Oh, hey dude,” Vin said.

“Oh. It’s you,” Renee said.

“What?” asked Alcor. “Aren’t you happy to see me?”

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Two people walk into the hospital.

(there is something to be said about being induced and not having to live out fifty ‘woman in labor’ cliches is one of them).

The woman has her hair done in a million tiny braids and is wearing a sweater emblazoned with a massive explosion and the words “READY TO POP!”. She’s not walking so much as she is waddling with purpose, and looks, for lack of a better term, like a big grape stuck through a toothpick. Her face is painted- literally- in red glitter paint.

(“It’s my battle face!”)

The man next to her is somehow even more noticeable. A few months ago, that wouldn’t have been the case; usually it was the laugh beat of ‘tall guy short girl’ before looking back at Mabel.

Even now there was no real reason to stare at the man, not when the woman next to him had started letting out Xena yells. Yes he was rather tall, and crowned with an impressive mass of curly red hair. But he is dressed rather plain in comparison to his wife- black jeans, a long black collared shirt, with black boots and belt. Nothing out of the ordinary, no reason for people to conspicuously get as far out of the way from the couple as humanly possible, and yet-

(a weight on the air, like a great and terrible storm is rolling in, and eyes in a blue that is not usually human standard, and above all, the force of will that keeps everything in check…)

They check in, Stan and Dipper following behind them carrying bags of fast food- even though both Mabel and Henry had explained that this was only going to be three or four hours as opposed to nine or twelve.

Dipper has brought his Switcheroo, his laptop, and four books. Stan has a pack of cards.

Henry looks at Mabel, who shrugs. Three hours is a long time after all.

(it’s not, really)

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