#piningstar

[hiidcnthrcat-blog]

✗ ░ @piningstar || liked for a starter

Why was he even in this universe again? What had Rick said that he needed? Oh right, a break. Groaning as he walked out of the forest, adjusting his eye patch and concealing the pocket ray disentegrator. Stumbling upon a Shack, he narrowed his eye, and walked in.

           ✗ ❝ What... even is this place? ❞

[lambieambie]

some drafts i may or may not finish depending on my mood but i’ll post them anyway ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

but the girls were inspired by @krotiation and our conversations about gl love quarrels. mabel was a gift for @piningstar, and the other one idk it just happened

[theatreskilled]

❝ So you make ALL your sweaters yourself? That’s actually really cool! ❞

@piningstar

[mysterypined-blog]

mabel blew through a kazoo, throwing a small amount of glittering confetti. she smiled, arms soon reaching around the boy. " happy birthday, dipdop !! i'm really happy that you're the one i share a birthday with !! " she handed him a box, almost vibrating with excitement. unable to contain herself, she blurted out: " it's a !! fancy pen !!! for when you're writing !! it has a little ink thing and everything !! "

   his face lights up at the sight of his sister’s excitement. the approach of their   birthday had nearly slipped his mind, preoccupation with other matters taking   over. fortunately for him, mabel would never let him forget it. dipper has barely   a second to react before his sister’s tossed her arms around him, shoved a box   in his hands and spoiled the contents.                    “ -- mabel, you were supposed to let me find out                      what it was on my own. way to ruin the SURPRISE. “   he chuckles as he nudges her gently with his elbow, a glimmer in his eyes as   he tears into the box. after squeezing his sister in a huge hug, he motions for   her to wait for a moment while he retrieves his own gift for her. inside the box   sits a photo of the two of them in a frame of his own making. it’s somewhat   simple, his own crafting abilities far outmatched by mabel’s, but it holds in it   a heartfelt sincerity and it’s all he can do to hope she likes it.

[friskiebiznus]

@piningstar

     {🌹} Once they were finished drawing, Frisk held up their newest masterpiece proudly as they held it in the other’s direction. It was a picture of them and Mabel holding hands and smiling, wearing little flower crowns that Frisk had made out of sequins and glue. They drew things all of the time, but they weren’t really used to using glitter and all of that other fancy crafting stuff that Mabel had. They weren’t sure if they did a very good job with it, seeing as this was their first time, but they were proud of their work either way. Hopefully their new friend would like it!

[mortiiest]

@piningstar

He sent the younger a worrying glance as they walked into the  room, a rush of anxiety threatening to make him start hyperventilating. Even though he’d heard his grandfather talking with Ford down here only hours ago, the place looked like it hadn’t been touched in decades. The cobwebs that decorated the ceiling looked way more intricate and untouched than anything he’d seen in Rick’s garage, and the floorboards creaked like they were threatening to give way to whatever lay beneath them. 

The fact that they were in the basement should have eased some of his worries- you couldn’t get any lower than a basement, right?- but knowing Rick and his friends, there could be any number of horrible things beneath them. Acid, spikes, some kind of horrifying alien pit monster... He gulped, rubbing at the side of his arm as he turned to Mabel for some sort of reassurance.

“A-Are you sure it’s okay for us to be down here, w-without your uncle Ford. Or, uh. Great Uncle Ford? Wh-What’s that thing you and Dipper say? G-Grunkle? I mean... Rick hates it when I go into the garage when he’s not in there, a-and that’s where my dad’s car is usually parked, too! Wouldn’t- A-Are you sure we should be snooping like this?” 

Maybe it was just him, but this whole “adventure” was starting to feel like some horrible horror movie cliche, and call him crazy, but Morty really didn’t want to die at the hands of a crazy science experiment gone wrong.

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[triiggerwarning-blog]

▼ ⦓ @piningstar​.❜

he must be out of sgrub. but if he was...just where was he? he found himself in front of a building with the sign ‘mystery shack’ on it. he was completely and utterly lost. well no one was out here. he would have to go inside and see if anyone would help him. he walked inside and looked around. this was some sort of shop. an...interesting one to say the least. was there anyone in here? he still wasn’t seeing anyone as of yet.