#peripathetiic

[amadgirltm]

      “I LOVE my siblings! My big SISTER, Cassandra, my little BROTHERS, Jasper and Tyrone, and my BROTHER-IN-LAW--” She looks at smudged writing on her hand.

                      “ Eugenics. ” 

[floretr]

❛          i  ‘  m                                   not          quite          sure          i          follow   .          ❜

*      @peripathetiic​                                   ♡   .

[pinetrust-archived]

@peripathetiic   “ i’m sorry i let you down. ”      //     𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭   𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.  /   𝐚.  

ೋ• 『    ☆   』 •ೋ    Mason   looks   down   at   his   younger   counterpart.   while   they   once   had   looked   like   perfect   reflections   of   eachother ,  things   were   different   now.   while   he   was   capable   of   physical   change ,  it   was   clear   his   counterpart   was   not.  if   anything   the   only   change   he   could   sense   was   emotional ,  &   by   that ,  he   meant   he   could   feel   the   emotion   roll   of   the   other.  &   it   dripped   from   his   voice   like   toxin.   mason   thinks   for   a   moment ,  before   speaking. 

❛          you   came   back.  to   apologize.     ❜  

ೋ• 『    ☆   』 •ೋ    While   phrased   as   a   question ,   there’s   nothing   emotional   about   it.   the   words   are   cold ,   bright   blue   eyes   calculating   what   the   other’s   next   move   will   be   as   each   second   ticks   by.   a   head   tilt ,  as   he   questions   the   other   with   a   bit   more   umph  to   his   words ,  it   sounds   real   enough ,  and   the   look   in   his   eyes   changes. 

❛       what   do   you   expect    to   gain   from   this  ?  ❜  

[2ksuperiority]

Happy Halloweenies @peripathetiic !

“Wowie! Look at all those pumpkins!”

The little Smeet had wandered off from his buddy a while ago. And, he was sure Palindrome was probably mad and worried by now. Buuuut- Maybe if he brought a nice pumpkin back for Halloweenie Day, he’d lighten up a little bit.

With this, the alien hops his way into the large pumpkin patch. Unaware that there were humans nearby.

“Hmm.. Too big.. Too small... Oh! This one’s coo-- Oh ew nevermind, it’s mushy.”

[insert-a-name]

Peri-patéticos

Circundando entre los estadios de la negación

Se proyectan morriñas como siempre de vos.

Entre marcha y marcha bajo candiles de querosén

Aparecen nocturnas siluetas del Leviatán

Acompañados de aquel olor azufre-mostaza y miel,

Duplicados de aquel que me trasportaban

De polo a polo por toda tu habitación.

Yo camino para que mis ulceradas piernas piensen,

Y que al resto de mi cuerpo en dolor aplomen.

Me guío por las huellas en el lodo

Y por el crisol salado rodando cuesta abajo

Por la calle que aún lleva consigo tu nombre.

Me muevo para esquivar ajenas sonrisas

Circunvalando siempre en la vuestra.

Subo escalones ficticios de par en par

Para llegar decidido al árbol del Samán

Con raíces mas firmes que mi vago transitar.

Entonces le espeto a éste si será en esta vuelta

Que a bendita terrenal condena rebasar podría.

El Samanes verde que habla a otarios y orates

Me confiere caminar sin pierna alguna usar.

Como un árbol hueco, estar tan quieto

O que me deje en media calle olvidar;

Como lo hacen ya tantas almas a las cuatro

Muy temprano durante las obscuras noches..

Sin embargo, no hago caso al juicio.

Termino en un circuito letal.

Uno anteriormente vívido.

Junto al Platón lleno de vicios,

Aquel que atesora su propio mal.

Pues verás, he des-recorrido.

Puesto los talones en otro sentido.

Como si el tiempo se moviese conmigo

Y así observar, asegurar si fue real

Haber juntos caminado el mismo lugar

En esta vacua vía, quebrada entre ripio.

Qué me duelan lo cayos de la punta de mis dedos;

Qué me duela el sentir de la vida que no anhelo;

Puesto duele fingir que ya no guardo el deseo

De volver a recorrer juntos el calcinante puerto.

Al volver derrotado a casa,

Colgado de algún cenizo patíbulo

De esas líneas que tomamos dormidos

Siento que de nada sirve regresar

A pisar la avenida que alberga

Bajo su frío tu figura espectral,

¿Y de qué sirve volver en primer lugar?

-Acto 2-

Yo te pido no me juzgues

Si te llevo en mis zapatos

Que te cuente algo cada tanto

Cada vez que pase por el parque

Donde se detienen vagabundos,

Amantes taciturnos, famélicos tigres.

Recorro cabizbajo y melancólico

Sabiendo que estas calles

En nada no serán las mismas:

No quedará cemento que una vez fresco

Fue para nuestras huellas lienzo;

De tales callejones se alzarán murallas,

De tales vías no quedará nombre ni sentido.

Tornaran los guinguiringongos,

Efigies de nuestra inocencia,

A ser esos oxidados lustres,

De un paseo a nuestro parque

Que en portazgos adstringo.

Vagabundo errante sin morada

Eso quedose de mí; entre otras calles

Con nombres aún más rimbombantes,

Y con sueños más beligerantes,

Este peripatético recorrerá

Anhelando arder de nuevo como alquitrán.

Pero debes saber que el sueño de olvidarte

Va más allá de mi senda marcada

Con viento de vida, no puedo alcanzar.

Llevo las suelas gastadas, la inquietud a costas.

Traigo la toga rasgada y el corazón sin hormas.

En este lado del infernal asfaltado

Quedó apagada lumbrera de paz.

Que no te sorprenda si algún día

Aparezco tendido en trendelenburg

Sobre las vías de la perimetral.

[failedwish]

@peripathetiic​ , yet another late starter ( im sorry )

       ❛❛ well .. you could say my guardian and i don’t come to town often. something about the way she talks seems to freak everyone out. not really sure why - but i try not to question any of it ! more fun to be some mysterious girl of the woods anyway, right ? ❜❜

[darkchemy]

@peripathetiic replied to your post “                                    『 ❝ I don’t feel bad. why should...”

"You shouldn't. You're allowed to have feelings, and they don't have to be NICE feelings. Even when that's what people want from you."

                                    『 ❝ ... yeah ... YEAH! I mean, what the hell did they                                            all expect exactly? ❞ 』

[princescourt-blog1]

@peripathetiic continued from X

           “Can we pretend I didn’t just say that?” Rita attempts, realizing that she messed up not once, but twice. Damn it Pines, she mentally curses herself. He really did look exactly like her father, and yet, he seemed so different then the Tyrone she knew. So, the words slipped past her radar before she could process it. She blamed her aunt for that habit. 

            Although, there was no going back now, so with a small sigh, she extends a hand and smiles. Might as well actually introduce herself, instead of her false cover story.

             “I’m Rita Pines, I’m from about 28 years in the future.” Wow, being able to say that felt amazing. “You cannot say a word about this to anyone, okay? I’ve already messed up big time twice now, and I really don’t wanna mess it up anymore.”

[poludaktulos]

🔥 mayhaps on the twins / their relationship to the stans?

send me a “ 🔥 “ for an unpopular opinion. please specify a topic!

( HM prolly that i totally get what it feels like to be in dipper’s position, where your family is constantly laughing at your interests, but then has no idea why you’re so hesitant to share things with them. my family didn’t mean any harm by it either, but … it DOES hurt after a while. 

i don’t think mocking dipper / his interests and trying to toughen him up by stan acting like he hated him was a good approach, and i kinda wish fandom didn’t handwave it so much. )

[sulteos]

✦ ˖ ˚ . ‣ TYRONE ﹨ @peripathetiic !

                            𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐔𝐏. 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐀 𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐅. ﹠ 𝐘𝐄𝐓 𝐒𝐈𝐗 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆﹒﹒﹒𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐋, 𝐎𝐅𝐅 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑.

being imbued with dark magic by less-than-savory means may have its cons as far as her health was concerned, but she had come to find that the inevitable pros far outweighed them. ﹠ it was these abilities that allowed the small yellow child to sense things that nobody else could. like a shark had a knack for zeroing in on it’s prey, she had noticed this new blip on her radar from a mile away----- an aura that radiated unfamiliarity, at least as far as this world went. having felt this way only one other time before, six had dropped all of what she had been doing when she felt it, ﹠ made her choice to follow where the unknown being led.

because much like her, this aura did not belong there.

it isn’t the outfit that tips her off, though six does have her own curiosities about where he’s from that allow him to dress the way he does. so casually﹔so FREE. ﹠ the more she does the creepy thing by stalking this ‘newbie’ as he explores this dangerous place, the more six is drawn to him. not belonging there or having been dropped down here by gods-know-what, six felt fascination about why his aura felt the way it did brimming from inside her soul.

she must have more of it.

      〝﹒﹒﹒〞

curiosity killed the cat, as the old saying went. but six was not going to stop following him any time soon.

[orionspassage]

peripathetiic replied to your post: So like, curious question here, what does one do...

I ask myself this question every day.

Any results or answers? 

[iinvadcr-blog]

@peripathetiic wants some of THIS

“You! Disgusting dirt child--”

“Why do you stare at Zim?”

The question may have seemed rather upfront, but with Zim, that was just how he liked to handle things. Especially when said things were with something like this.

If it was one thing Zim couldn’t stand, it was being stared at. 

Being looked at with admiration and awe? Oh yeah, he could handle that. But beady little human eyes baring holes into his skull? Nuh-uh.

“Answer me. You have been following Zim all day, at first I thought it was a funny coincidence- BUT FUNNY IT IS, NO LONGER! So speak.”

[sesumyretsym]

                 “I declare today to be everybody get along day!”  Mabel  looked  at  Tyrone,  her  smile  wide  and  full  of  encouragement.  Things  were  getting  tense  and  Mabel  was  here  to  fix  things!  If  by  fixing  things  she  meant  trying  to  shove  them  out  of  existence  by  forcing  in  her  extreme  optimism  toward  literally  every  situation  ever.  “Are you ready for a day full of super awesome fun times? And no, you don’t have a choice, you’re spending time with me today. It’ll be fun!”

@peripathetiic​ liked for a starter! 

[foodsought]

@peripathetiic. || starter call.

                                                        ~

            she’d left without telling him she was leaving. a poor judgement on her part. Tyrone had been one of her very first friends. he’d helped her out a lot when she’d stumbled into Gravity Falls, exhausted and alone. and she hadn’t even had the decency to tell him she was leaving for a while { or forever, she wasn’t sure }.             so it was hard for her to gather the courage to approach him again upon her return, weak and injured as she was. her injuries were not severe, just some scrapes and cuts and a few bruises.             quietly, she took a deep breath, briefly chewing her lower lip before she spoke up in soft tones.

                                    『 ❝ ...Tyrone? ❞ 』

[amourien-a]

𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐈𝐂 𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐃 :          Trick or Treat!  🎃 👀👀

whenever i see your blog i think of the way dipper says “tyrone” and it just plays on a loop

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓 .         &         𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 .

[pinetrce]

‘ you remember one time i liked you? GOOD! cause it never happened ’ good god

Vine Starters

“Not even at first? I thought that first day, at least, we got along pretty good...”

Or at least, he’d like to think that was the case. Whatever had actually gone through Tyrone’s head, Dipper couldn’t be sure, of course. But he wanted to believe that his double hadn’t always hated him. They had been the same person once, if only briefly. Shouldn’t that count for something?