Everyone in Gravity Falls could tell a Pines from a mile off. How could you not?
Everyone knew that a Pines had masses of red hair, sometimes orangey and curly, sometimes darker red and wavey.
It wasn’t just playing spot the ginger either, because everyone knew that Pineses were all to a person giant. This was a family where six-even was almost freakishly small.
And they were loud and there were a ton of them and they knew all the best places in the forest and-
Listening from his booth at Greasy’s, Dan couldn’t help but shake his head a little. It seemed to him, that people forgot that the Pines twins were on the shorter side, hair soft brown, and a family tree that was more like a branch on a sapling.
And most of all, that people forgot that those were the exact same things they used to say about the Corduroys.
The waitress, under the watchful eye of Lazy Susan who had retired…. to manning the coffee station behind the counter, put down a plate of pancakes, and Dan dug in.
Yes, he remembered all the jokes from when he was growing up, how you could tell a Corduroy- the hair and the height and the smell of pine resin. And sure, there were scraps in school or in the bar or after church if someone overstepped, but for the most part Dan didn’t mind it. He was proud to be a Corduroy. As long as there had been Gravity Falls, there had been Corduroys. His pa had certainly not been one for book learning or mawkishness, but he made damn sure everyone of his boys (and girl) knew which buildings in town were made by them, what parts of the woods could only be logged by them.
Them. Theirs. Ours.
Those Pineses were Corduroys damnit, Corduroys through their dad and-
Dan took another bite of pancakes and shook his head slightly.
And he was being, as Wendy would most likely tell him, ridiculous.
After all, his family had basically thrown Henry away like trash to the curb. Their fault someone else had snapped him up instead.
(He regretted very little about his life, but the one sin that he would take with him to the grave was not getting that boy out earlier. April would have. Tyler would have.
Dan wished he had their courage.)
So what if his grandchildren got lumped into the Pines family sometimes? It happened to the triplets too, especially when they were out with him and Tyler. So what if Mabel and Dipper and Stan weren’t from here? They had certainly been around long enough, put down roots, hell put their lives on the line for this fucking town.
At the end of the day, what really mattered was his family, in good health and good spirits. The secrets of the forest, Mother Corduroy’s house with that damn pool that attracted gnomes, the little stories that only his family knew and kept alive- those would all pass down, go to the next generation, didn’t make no matter what last name was attached.
“Hey pumpkin!”
Dan looked up to see Tyler slide into the booth across from him. There was silver in his handlebar mustache now, and his shorts went down to his knees instead of mid-thigh, but he was still the same man Dan had married years ago.
“Sorry I was late, we had a little kerfluffle at City Hall- ever since the unicorns started voting, they’ve been nothing but trouble!” The waitress brought Tyler some silverware and a plate of silver dollars, and Tyler beamed his thanks at her.
“What have you been up to?”
Dan smiled.
“Just wool gathering.”
Tag: tyler
Psychic Singularity Ch 02
Mabel was the first to struggle to her feet, as her husband and
grunkles were still tangled up with each other on the floor, slowly
fighting their way free as she scrambled up.She could hear the kids downstairs, Willow and Hank and Vivi crowding
around the bottom of the stairs and calling. Counting on having a
minute before they came upstairs, she tried to feel out for Dipper. The
bond from her to him was weaker than him to her, but usually she could
feel him, and pull on it to get him to come home.She felt out and…nothing. She couldn’t feel anything from her
brother, at all, not the faintest hint of where he was or what he was
feeling, and that never happened, not unless…Hoping he was just shielding from her, she started downstairs,
brushing past her Grunkles, who were now on their feet and glaring at
each other, though thankfully not fighting yet.Usually she’d try and do something about that, but Henry gave her a
sigh and a nod as she looked at him, letting her know he’d take over
this time. She gave a half smile and hurried downstairs, knowing if she
stayed upstairs she’d get distracted trying to help.“Your uncle’s having a freak out, your great-great-uncle threw holy
water at him and he disappeared, normal day in the Pines house,” she
called to her kids as she hurried past them into the kitchen.
Sheep Riding
The first ride was spontaneous, a test of newly-forming trust between nightmares and demon.
Their new master had promised not to harm them, and so far had kept
his word. But right now he was weak and in pain, and they were made of
energy and had to obey him.The perfect demon snack.
Their master was still different, though, as at least some of his
pain was emotion, not physical, and demons didn’t do emotional pain.
They did anger, they did glee, but not grief.A few feet away from where the nightmares milled uncertainly their
new master had collapsed on the grass, trying to patch his wounds as
golden tears rolled down his cheeks.Finally tired of the uncertainty, the nightmare recently christened
Lolonja stepped forward, accepting that it was, apparently, her fate to
approach their master first in these uncertain situations.
TAU Holiday Special
Tau Holiday Special
For the purpose of this fic, I’m going to go with the idea that the Pines are Jewish and let’s say that Anna is Italian so the twins celebrate both Hanukkah and Christmas. In addition, there was a fanmade holiday special that said Quinton Tremblay banned Christmas in Gravity Falls due to his Claustrophobia. In this fic, that is cannon.
Twas the twins’ first winter in Gravity Falls, and Mabel was so ready to deck the halls.
She wanted to hang stockings on the chimney with care, but, alas, she cried, “Hey! I can’t find them anywhere!”
“Can’t find what?” Stan asked in response to her whine
“The stockings, Grunkle Stan, and the tinsel and twine
“You know, decorations,” Mabel said with a pout,
“Hey, where is Dipper? Come on, Bro! Help me out!”
With a prick of her thumb, Mabel wiped blood on the floor, and from the carved circle rose the dorky Alcor.
“Did you need to yell? I’d come when I was able?” Dipper rolled his eyes. “Anyway, what’s up…..orange?”{Scrudge you, too! Bah, you’re no fun. Fine, but this isn’t over.}
“Huh?” Mabel tilted her head.
Dipper pointed to the fruit dangling from Mabel’s nick on a rope. There was a manora with one flame carved into the orange’s skin and the stem and bud had been wrapped in tin foil. Mabel inspected the fruit and beamed.
“Oh, this. I couldn’t find my ornament necklace so I improvised. Plus, I can have it as a snack later if I get hungry gift shopping. Speaking of ornaments,” Mabel turned to their relative, “Grunkle Stan do you have ornaments? Or any Christmas decorations?”
“No. I don’t do Christmas.”
“But you’re going to decorate the Shack, right? You must have some rivalry with the Gleefuls over having a better light show.”
“You bet your a..you bet I do! And with your brother’s help, this place will be covered in lights and snowmen. But the town doesn’t do Christmas either. It’s banned.”
“Wait, seriously?” Dipper disappeared for a moment and returned with a laptop covered in puffy paint and glitter glue. “Huh. Mabel, there’s a law in Gravity Falls against celebrating or even mentioning Christmas.”
“Really? Whose idea was that?”
Dipper scanned the screen and frowned. “It doesn’t say. I bet you a bag of gilt that it was Quinton Tremblay.”
“Psh! No way. White elephant gifts? ‘Ugly’ Christmas sweaters? Raindeer antler headbands? Door-to-door caroling? Breaking into houses to leave gifts? The holiday is a silliness extravaganza.”
“With you, any holiday is a silliness extravaganza,” Dipper countered, “Need I remind you of the turkey incident?”
“Please don’t. I’m still looking for a new turkey supplier.” Stan grumbled as he made his way to the library room.
“He just needed the full course experience. Waddles loved it,” Mabel ran up and grabbed her grunkle’s arm, “Can I use some leftover party supplies? This place should look extra inviting for Santa’s first visit.”
“Hate to break it to you, sweetie, but there’s no way I’m on the right list. Santa’s probably not coming. He’s never come here.”
“And he never will, if I have any say in it.” There was a booming voice, and moments later a man dressed in a coat and sweater stepped into the room. “I thought I smelled sulphur and pine cones,” Ford made his way to the circle and inspected the carving. “So the circle still works, even two days after it was carved.” He pulled out a notebook decorated with a foil hand marked 5 and began jotting down observations. “Did you experience anything different from the last time?”
“I can kind of taste cheese dust and glitter.”
“You’re welcome,” Mabel tossed a handful of cheese doodles in her mouth and grinned.
Dipper continued, “But the calls’ pull varied with the user.”
“Really? How so?”
“I can hear Mabel more clearly.”
“Because of her energy? Or is it related to how she can see you even without-”
“Grunkle Ford,” Mabel hopped between her brother and great uncle. “Do you believe in Santa?”
“Belief? That’s the reason the big red beast even exists.”
“You mean,” Mabel put on a big smile and her eyes practically dazzled, “Santa is real because kids like me believed in him hard enough?”
“Pretty much,” he set a firm hand on her shoulder, “But don’t beat yourself up over it.”
“Huh?”
“Well,” Ford removed his hand and dropped the pad and pencil in his coat pocket. “I’ve gathered my data. Now I’m off to observe the winter festivities or lack thereof among the supernatural natives.”
Ford was in the doorway by the time Stan called, “Hey, Poindexter! Go and do your research, or whatever, but be back here by 12; we have to call Mark and Anna and convince them that letting the kids spend the holidays here hasn’t led to them burning down buildings or starting cults or things like that.”
“But that may be when the feasts happen.”
“Do you really want to know what gnomes do with food? Wasn’t that beravenent jam enough?”
“Fair point. Very well. I’ll see you at 12.” Ford took another few steps before turning around and giving the kids a wave.
“And you,” Stan turned to the twins, “whatever trouble you plan to get into, make sure to keep the afternoon free. We call your parents at 12 and eat at 1.”
“You say trouble, we see adventure,” Mabel countered.
“But we’ll be sure to keep the time between 12 and 2 open for you,” Dipper added. “Now, since no deal was made, I’ve got to go. See you at 1.”
“I could always summon you for the call.” Stan pointed out, “But, eh, you don’t need more candy.”
With that, Stan left the twins to their devices. Dipper vanished from the circle and reappeared next to Mabel.
“I can’t believe our Grunkles aren’t excited for Santa.”
“Well, they don’t need to. Many adults in general don’t care that much, and Mom’s side of the family celebrates Christmas.”
“But Grunkle Stan doesn’t believe he deserves Santa and Great Uncle Ford doesn’t like Santa.”
“There’s probably a good reason for both.”
“Hush your treesionous mouth!”
“Was that a pun?”
“Celebrate it or not, everyone deserves to be happy on Christmas. And who better to spread cheer than a big, warm, fluffy, jolly man who wants nothing more than to give and eat cookies and milk?
"Christmas, and winter in general, is about getting together with your friends and family and fighting the cold with fun.”
As Mabel spoke, Dipper’s mind began to wonder. There was a pressure on his forehead, but when he tried to rub it, he yanked his finger away with a yelp at the pain he felt on his forehead. There was something wet on his face. He wiped it away and inspected his hand to find gold fluid. Then he winced his eyes shut at a sudden sharp, bright light.
A woman came into view. She had reddish brown hair in a bun, wore a blue pantsuit with a red cap pin on the brest pocket, and had the chocolate-brown eyes he and Mabel shared. … Mom?
Anna walked closer to his view and shook her head with a fond smile. Then her eyes locked straight into his view and her expression turned pained, then to a grimace, then to an uncertain smile. Her arms loomed toward him, and his view started to move. There was a thump and Dipper felt disoriented, but Anna didn’t react. In fact, she had disappeared from view. Dipper saw the world spin fast, then he saw his mother’s neck and shoulders behind a black sweater with a one-eyed gold-colored winged star. The center of the star’s eye matched with the center of his view. He only saw this reflection for a moment before it was replaced in a blur of silver with a closet filled with sweaters. His wiew spun once more, and then the sweater was sandwiched in darkness and he could see no more.
“Dipper? Are you okay?”
He opened his eyes to find Mabel staring back at him. Everything was higher than when he last opened his eyes, likely due to the fact that he was sitting on the cold wooden floor.
“I’m fine,” he rose to his feet and hovered a little to be at eye level, “I’m fine.” There was still darkness in his vision. He rearranged his hair to cover the spot that used to hold his birth mark and shifted his focus on the here and now. On Mabel. The darkness faded to an ignorable prominence. Much better.
“Where’s your…” His voice squeaked. “Did you bring your…me sweater?”
“Pft. Of course!” She waved her hand dismissively, “It’s in my luggage upstairs.”
“Are you sure?”
“Sure I’m sure.” They looked at each other for a silent moment. “Let’s check.”The sweater was, in fact, not present.
“Huh. I could have sworn I brought it. How did you know I didn’t? Did you see it and not tell me?”
“What? No. I didn’t know you forgot it until…I think I saw through it.”
He waited for her to look at him funny, but she just nosed as if the final piece of a puzzel had turned up.
“That explains it.”
“Explains what?”
“You got this distant look in your eye a little bit ago. I thought you were just bored, but it looks like you just got some new psychic star powers.”{AN: Arg! I’m running out of time on this one! Sigh, I’m going to do something I normally wouldn’t and leave in some plot points and skip to the last bit I have written. I want this to be posted in some coherent form by New Years. I’ll be on a plane coming home around then and time is weird for me. Of course, 20 hours flight time will be enough to finish it, but I’ll likely be playing Pokèmon Sun and watching movies for the majority of the time. I’ll post the finished version next year XD.]
Points:
Dipper discovers the star window power via Mabel’s Alcor sweater.
Mabel uses orders on her Etze (Etsy) store with the eyed star to spread out his windows so he can see if Santa visits anyone.
Dipper delivers the purchases in exchange for one gingerbread man per item delivered. The deal gives him the general knowledge of the areas, but he uses Gugal Maps to find each house.
One house contains adults that are abusive parents. Dipper marks it-not necessarily so he can see it better, but so he remembers marking it in case he call child services or something.
(Also, they are spending winter break at Gravity Falls on the condition that both Stans are there and they call every afternoon. Ford is investigating winter festivities of the supernatural creatures.)Come Christmas, Dipper focused on each Window of Omnipresence, as he was tentatively calling it. Even with the practice he’d been doing with Mabel’s doodles on paper around the Shack, it was hard to focus on a single star, let alone multiple ones simultaneously. That is, until one in particular began radiating.
He couldn’t hear through the Windows, but he could still *feel* the screams of agony. Wait, agony? He could picture plastic green tree needles and gold light. This winged star must have been on an ornament. That narrowed down a bit. There was also something familiar…like a sort of deja vu, but not quite. Then a teen came into view. Her dark eyes widened at the child’s body spread on the floor. Laying in a pool of red that was far from the festive color. The teen mouthed something. A few words he could read on her lips were, “What,” “No,” and, “Santa?!”
A figure stepped forward with black boots. He indeed looked like the depictions Dipper was familiar with of the famous holiday idol, but his pants, coat, and hat were a shade of red that contained more brown than red. His hat was waving in a wind that hit nothing else in the room and every few seconds the design changed. The supposed Santa winked at the teen and brought a glowing-white-gloved finger to his mouth in a shushing motion that revealed snow-white teeth…no. Fangs. Those were pure white fangs shining through wine-red lips and an ash-grey beard. The robed man reached out a hand to pat the teen on her head and she froze. He took the opportunity to rub her head. Then, the figure turned to look directly at the tree and winked again. His hat flapped and changed to a shape and pattern that looked too much like the one Mable drew on her crayon portrait of Santa in first grade. The same drawing their parents proudly hung every year. With his unblinking eyes still locked toward the tree, the brown-red cloaked figure vanished in a puff of snow as white as the teen’s face was.
Dipper fell back with one hand clutched at his chest and the other rubbing his aching forehead. A pair of hands brushed his hair to cover the spot that once held his birthmark. A long red cap was pulled down to his eyes for good measure.
“Are you okay? Did…you saw him, right? What was he like?” He was expecting these questions, but he was expecting them to be asked with more vigor and while shaking him. Instead, Mabel’s words came out slowly, each word delaying the next.
Dipper tried speak, but the words stopped dead before his mind could even send them to his mouth. What could he say. Instead, he pushed himself against a couch. (Downstairs, they were in the living room downstairs of the Shack. Focus on the here and now.) He fell back and winced.
“Wait.” Mabel held out a hand. “Hot chocolate and blankets. We need warm drinks and cuddles. Then you talk. Deal?”
GiftmasDipper told his sister what he had seen. Mostly. He left out the more gruesome details.
“I think the Santa I know and love would want us to play it safe. Focus less on him and more on the spirit of giving…The Spirit of Giving! And I know just how to do that.”
Mabel wasn’t sure how much her position as chairman had on the rest of the country, but the Gravity Falls City Council was lax enough to glance at the authorization given by President Tremblay, shrug, and say it seemed legit. It also helped that she took part in saving the mayor from a life of petrification. She had enough sway to do what she wanted, which was to propose a new holiday.
“It’s called Giftmas,” she explained at a quickly-assembled meeting. “On December 25, you get together with your friends and loved ones, wear goofy sweaters, exchange gifts, and drink hot drinks. Oh! And it has a mascot!” Mabel walked to a whiteboard and scribbled a gift box with eyes. “This is Presenty the Present Box. Legend has it that he was brought to life by the Spirit of Giving wrapped up in his box.”
“Is he real?” Asked one weary council member.
“No,” Mabel slammed her hand on the whiteboard, “and it’s VERY important to be clear that he doesn’t exist. But you can let his spirit live on by giving at least one meaningful gift. Be it something you know someone needs but can’t get, or spending the day with someone lonely.”
Mabel left the room while the council members had a discussion and voted. Tyler told her that they were not sure, but at lunch that day a rock smashed through the window and onto the table. It was wrapped in a sheet of paper with only one word, “APPROVED!”
The next day, a notice was posted stating that the town would be celebrating Giftmas…on New Years Eve. Starting next year, Giftmas would be on the same day as Christmas. This year, however, they would celebrate it a little later to make sure it was celebrated correctly. Mabel didn’t really mind. Doulble holiday celebration? Double the fun!
And fun it was. Mabel dumped out her luggage on her bed, stuffed it with sweaters, loaded the luggage in the golf cart, and rode around town with Dipper to deliver the sweater. Most were the product of a pair of enchanted hyper-fast knitting needles (an early belated-giftmas present from her brother) and a movie marathon. Each friend received a sweater, and gifts were traded as well. Warm drinks were enjoyed, stories were told over warm fires, and many sweets consumed. Then, toward the end of the day, there was the sound of approaching clopping. Dipper floated to the door, but Mabel woelrdlessly opened the window that was duct taped together. In hopped Quinton Tremblay himself.{AN: sorry, guys. I’m going to have to cliff note this part.}
Tremblay’s presents for Mabel:
A stuffed moose, a bag of needles, and a cookbook.
For Dipper: a bat, ring, and gardening supplies.
Until Hank got his hands on it, nobody updated the Gravity Falls website. Everyone knows that it is the origin or hardest hit point of the Transcendence, but the local website says it’s this normal sleepy town with lush forests and shimmering lakes.
Grunkle Tyler, as the mayor, paid Hank to update it when Hank was 16. He got forty bucks and a pair of bedazzled jean short shorts.
In college, Hank isn’t sure why Vivi is so insistent on him wearing them because they show off how corpse white his legs are but eh, whatever.
Promt: Wendy visits Hank for the first time
This uh, got really long. TW/CW for child abuse and homophobic language.
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Albert and Virginia Corduroy both came from a long line of
loggers, builders, alcoholics and brawlers. They had nine children together;
there would have been more had Mother Corduroy not put her foot down after
birthing her youngest left her at death’s door. There was Little Al, Curtis,
John, Rene, Ed, Lake, Dan, Bertina, and Arnold.The only reason Wendy knew all of this was that every year
Dad insisted on dragging them to the family reunion.It used to not be such a big deal. They’d go, they’d not go,
it was whatever. But ever since… Ever since Mom’s humvee hit the IED, they went
every year, no questions asked.
Still taking prompts? Dipper failing at his human disguise and not realising he still has teeny buttwings, or glowing gold eyes and claws.
“You don’t gotta hide from us.”
Dipper looked up from the menu with a start at Lazy Susan. He and Mabel had been back in town for two weeks, and Stan, sensing that Mabel was still upset about….about their parents had brought her to Greasy’s for some cheer up pancakes. Dipper was corporeal for this trip, a deal made in exchange for as many pancakes as he could eat.
So Dipper had blunted his teeth and nails, and tried not to think about how weak and defenseless he felt without them. He let the color bleed from his eyes, felt his ears round out, and let his wings melt into his back. He switched his clothes to his old familiar vest and shorts, an outfit that had once been comforting but now seemed to itch and burn, a reminder of everything he had lost. He was playing at being Dipper Pines, sixteen and almost a junior in high school and he was keenly aware of how wrong it felt to play at being human and he couldn’t even concentrate on this menu and-
Mabel giggled as Lazy Susan looked on knowingly.
“Dipdops you got little nubbins sticking out of your back!”
“And one of your eyes is wonky kid,” Stan chimed in, pointing to the left side of Dipper’s face with a fork.
Before Dipper had a chance to bolt back to the Mindscape, to become invisible or something to fix this disaster Mabel laid a hand on his shoulder, her touch the only real thing in his world. “Dipper calm down. You haven’t gotten pancakes yet brobro.”
Lazy Susan smiled at Dipper. “You don’t have to hide here big guy. We know who you are. And we know what you did.”
Mayor Tyler, who had been sitting with his husband in the booth behind them, popped up over the back of the seat. “Anyone give you trouble, I’ll get em!”
All around the little diner, everyone joined in in assuring Dipper, from Blubs and Durland, to Toby, to Free Pizza Guy, to even Meredith and her wife.
“I…I…” Dipper was dumbfounded.
Mabel leaned her head on his shoulder.
“We’re home now Dipper. Relax.”
Home.
They were home.
Meat Cute, 9/9
Or where there is finally, finally, a wedding. Buckle your seats kids. This one’s a long one.
Several thank yous are in store now that this is finally finished! Thank you @zilleniose-chu for being a wonderful human being, for creating TAU and the blog, and letting us all play with your idea babies. Thank you @marypsue for all of your amazing writing advice and help, not to mention letting me spaz on you on the reg. Thank you anon on the blog who sent in these two asks and let me use ideas from them. Thank you @randumbdaze for the art and thank you to the rest of the mods for letting me moan and groan at you.
And of course, thank you, my readers, for actually reading! I never would have imagined a year ago how big this would get or that people would want to read about my babies! So thank you, thank you again, and happy anniversary!
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As Henry explained
to the triplets when they asked years later, he had never officially moved in
to the Shack. He had never asked and Mabel had never offered. It was just
assumed that it would be a thing that happened.So by the first month of them going out Henry had a toothbrush in Mabel’s
bathroom, and some of his underwear and socks in a small folded pile on a chair
in her room. Five months and some of his favorite books had found their way
onto various side tables and shelves. His stays went from overnight to two or
three nights, to a week at a time, and Uncle Tyler constantly giggled at him
and told him to “Get it!” (Which in turn made both Henry and Uncle Dan blush.)Henry went ahead and moved the remainder of his stuff into the Shack three days
after he proposed to Mabel, when a brand new room appeared overnight on the
side of the Shack.
One Year Anniversary
It’s a year after the end of the world and Mabel Pines is talking to herself.
Because most everyone things she’s been talking to herself, thinks her mourning has turned to chatter, and only now when she’s in Gravity Falls again is it true.
Because Dipper was summoned somewhere far away and her Grunkles would worry if they knew. So she continues to talk to him with him despite everything. Right now he’s letting her win at checkers. He’s so thoughtful that way.
Mabel loves her family with the intensity of a forest fire.
It’s a year after the end of the world and Stan Pines complains there’s nothing good on television anymore. It’s a year after the end of the world and Ford Pines has invented a device to allow you to watch television from any alternate timeline. The brothers watch an old Harry Claymore movie instead.
In the kitchen Soos Ramirez and Wendy Corduroy make small talk: arguments about popular music, discussions about the metaphysical implications of ghosts, romantic entanglements.
Wendy leans back in her chair. “Do you even wonder if your Mom might come back now that-”
“No way, Dude,” says Soos. “I’ve been a zombie. Not something I’d want to spread around.”
They go back to arguing about pop songs.
It’s a year after the end of the world and Pacifica Northwest has cut off all her hair to see if she’ll turn into someone else. Her head feels lighter but her face is the same. She decides she’ll have Mabel do the next makeover.
In another part of the town Candy Chiu is live tweeting her dinner with a Kumiho. The Kumiho only tries to murder her a little.
Grenda Thompson shouts at her boyfriend over the phone about her day. Her enthusiasm is loud enough that Mayor Cutebiker gives up on privacy and eavesdrops to his hearts content. He really thinks those kids are going to make it.
It’s a year after the end of the world and Dipper Pines is summoned by someone else’s wheel. And now there’s blood on the gloves he only just decided to start wearing. He could remove it, easily, but he watches it turn from bright red to dark brown against the white of them instead. He just saved twenty people. He just murdered a man.
There’s a part of Dipper delighted to discover all the things that now exist inside him. There’s a part of Dipper that will always be twelve and anxious about this face. He goes home.
It’s the end of the world and they’re still here. Still fighting.
He should be there too.
HEadcanon that Wendy first gets into the whole Monster Hunter thing because she found a secret room in THe Mayoral Mansion of Gravity Falls when she and the Rest of the Courderoy clan move there after Tyler and Manly Dan get hitched. IT turns out that Mayor Befufftlefumpter was super into the eradication of evil monsters and Ripped AF when he was younger
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