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Twelve vs Fifteen(ish)

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Hey guys! I’ve been working on some more “serious” writing projects in my Real Life TM lately and haven’t had a lot of time for Llama Hair and Pine Needles, but that doesn’t mean it’s not being written! Just very very slowly, and chapters will probably take more time in the immediate future.

But until I say otherwise on this blog, always assume it’s being worked on in some capacity! I’m like the immortal snail… making my way there eventually…

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New chapter of Llama Hair and Pine Needles, my slow burn dipcifica fic, is now up! This one takes place during Weirdmaggeddon! OoooooOoOoH! And also has some of my favorite interactions so far. I hope you all enjoy!

Here’s a little preview:

Now, it was dark. Since the “Shacktron” wasn’t very cozy, everyone was spending the night under the stars. Most of the other refugees had gone to sleep. Pacifica sat in front of the last embers of the dying campfire, picking at the llama sweater Mabel had given her. It was itchy, and Pacifica found Mabel’s obsession with sweaters irritating at best, but it beat the potato sack.

The sweater wasn’t why she was unable to sleep, though. If it was, she would have been able to sleep just fine the last few nights since this “Weirdmaggeddon” had first started. No, something else had been troubling her…

The sound of a twig snapping jolted her out of her thoughts. She jumped up and jerked her head around, ready to sound the alarm if it was an Eye–bat or evil walking lamppost or something.

Instead, she saw Dipper. He looked at her and smiled.

“Couldn’t sleep?”

Pacifica relaxed. Dipper was a nuisance, but he wasn’t dangerous. She sat back down on the log in front of the flickering fire.

“Don’t you have a robot arm you need to help that bearded hobo build or something?”

Dipper sat down next to her. “I couldn’t sleep either. Been a bit of a wild week, I’m surprised everyone else is sleeping so well.”

“Please. You’re easily the most neurotic person in this town. Combine that with the gallons of coffee I’ve seen you drink, I’m surprised you get any sleep at all. Normal people can sleep just fine.”

“Interesting. So then what’s your excuse?”

Pacifica didn’t have an answer for that. Touche, Pines.

An image of her father popped into her mind, his face warped by Cipher’s insane magic, screaming for air. That and other memories of what she had seen over the last few days flashed past, making the soft chill of the wind feel like ice. She tucked her legs into the sweater and folded her arms around her knees.

“I just… have a lot on my mind.”

Dipper seemed taken aback. “Oh… gotcha.”

They sat in silence, both watching the dancing flames. After a moment, Dipper spoke again.

“Well, if it makes you feel any better, you’re not alone.”

Pacifica rolled her eyes. “Yeah, sure. Everyone else here has been happily slaving away at tearing apart your shack and shoving microchips into it or whatever. I bet I’m the only one who’s really lost anything here. I mean, have you seen what I’ve been reduced to wearing?”

Dipper’s face hardened. “Man, you really still haven’t changed, huh?”

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Brand new chapter of my dipcifica fic, adapting the lost legends story “face it and then some. Here’s a preview!

“I can’t BELIEVE you, Pacifica!”

The golf cart zoomed along at a speedy 25 miles per hour down the streets of Gravity Falls. Every time they ran over a pebble, the whole thing would shake violently. Pacifica wasn’t used to vehicles that so much as wobble, so it was all she could do not to fall out of the wretched thing.

And of course, Dipper was still shouting in her ear. “Didn’t you learn ANYTHING during the ghost incident? Like maybe something about growing as a person?”

Ouch. That stung Pacifica a little more than she cared to admit. The week and a half or so since the party at Northwest Manor had been a weird one for her. Tensions were still high with her parents, and she was trying to do everything she could to lower the temperature. This photo shoot was just the way to do so. Her parents were usually in a good mood whenever the world got to see just how perfect the Northwests were looking this week. So when she summoned the beanpole with a vomit-colored jacket from Dipper’s nerd book, she had a solid justification. How could trying to keep the peace be a bad thing? Sure, she had gotten Mabel’s face snatched by the smiling creep in the trenchcoat. But that wasn’t a moral failing. How was she supposed to know that someone would try to trick her? Had any person with a lot of money ever been tricked like this? It seemed doubtful.

And all of that aside, she needed to look good for the picture. And in general.

“Look, I happen to care about my appearance, okay?! Just like how you care about kissing aliens or whatever!”

That seemed to get to him. Dipper ripped his eyes from the road for a moment to give her an incensed work, his cheeks bright red. After so much time dealing with his unflappable attitude in the face of danger, Pacifica felt a little bit of satisfaction at finally finding a weak spot.

“I’ve never kissed an alien! I’ve never kissed anyone!”

“Well, obviously! You live in a barn!”

“I’m already regretting bringing you on this.”

Before she could respond, Pacifica spotted a figure sprinting down the street, carrying a leather bag and wearing a familiar vomit-green striped trench coat.

“THERE HE IS!”

As they got closer, Pacifica could hear Mabel’s muffled voice inside the bag. “HELP ME! It smells like mothballs and morning breath in here!”

Trenchcoat man (or “Mr. Whats-His-Face”, as Dipper’s nerd book called it) came to a stop in front of a door on Main Street. It turned its face– or at least, its smile– to Pacifica and Dipper, and its grin widened as it pulled out a golden key.

“Try to catch me, if you dare…”

In one swift movement, it unlocked the door, opened it to reveal a black void, and hurled itself through the door, bag in tow, and shut the door behind it. That didn’t stop its disgusting voice from gurgling through the door, however.

“But you’ll find…”

As the thing spoke, Dipper pumped the brakes on the golf cart, ran over to the door, and threw it open to find–

“...I’m not anywhere!”

Behind the door was nothing but a brick wall. Pacifica had seen some weird things today, but this was starting to freak her out a bit.

“That’s… not normal.”

“No, it’s paranormal.” Dipper was already flipping through one of his journals, seemingly unphased. “Welcome to my life. Now, how do we get in…?”

“Didn’t that freakshow have some kind of a key?”

“Wait, of course! That’s it!”

Dipper reached into his vest, and Pacifica caught a glimpse of a seemingly infinite collection of haphazardly sewn-on pockets on the inside. Before she could ponder how the seams were still holding, Dipper found what he was looking for, and whipped it out with a flourish.

“The President’s Key!”

The golden brass shone in the sunlight. It was elaborately designed with ornate patterns and reminded Pacifica of the keys that her parents kept for the butler cages when they got too rowdy.

Dipper continued. “A former president gave this to me. I think he also gave me cholera. I might wanna get that checked out.”

Pacifica decided to ignore that. She didn’t know what cholera was, but it sounded like a poor person thing. It was better to focus on saving Mabel or whatever.

Dipper put his hand on the door. “Prepare yourself, Pacifica. If I know Gravity Falls…”

He put the key in the lock.

“...things are about to get weird.”

He turned the key. The doorknob began to glow, a deep red emanating from the center. It shook, and as it creaked open, Pacifca could see into the hallway behind it.

Well, “hallway” was a pretty generous descriptor. Pacifica felt a more accurate description would be “Ungodly Horror.” It looked more like a mouth than any human-built structure, with jagged teeth dotting the gummy walls and a thick layer of slimy saliva coating the tunnel. Pacifica’s skin crawled at the thought of touching it, let alone descending into the gaping maw.

“Oh, fun. A tunnel made of living skin. Yeah, I’m not going in there.”

Dipper gave her a sharp look. “My sister has no FACE, thanks to you! We’re going in!”

He grabbed her hand and moved towards the tunnel. She dug her feet in, still trying to suppress her fight or flight response.

“Are you INSANE?! This hallway has TEETH!”

“You wanted to mess with magic? Well, congrats, Pacifica– Today you’re messing with magic!”

And with that, he pulled her down the tunnel, the two of them falling into the murky darkness, Pacifica’s shriek echoing off the spongey walls.

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I promise I’m not dead and I’m still working on chapter 4

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Chapter 3 of my dipcifica fic, in which the party is concluded and the two would be lovers consider the nights events. Plus adapting some stuff from thisisnotawebsitedotcom.com. Enjoy!

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LOOK MA IM DOING A FANFICTION

Dipcifica fic that’s very slow burn and starts with a retelling of northwest mansion noir and is going to span until at least their young adult years less go fam

First two chapters are up for your viewing pleasure

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Idk is this anything