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Thick Of It Trend- Featuring KID from KID COSMIC!!!

Do the peeps on tumblr know of this trend? Oh well- It’s not the best animation I’ve done but TAH DAH!!!

Hope you enjoy regardless!

Have some of the little sketchy bits I did irl before drawing the Kid in the animation:

They each represent a certain “stage” in the show. The first being when he found the stones, the next being the constant screwups and figuring out the powers. Then we have when he got his stone stolen and replaced with the slime stone. After that we skip to the fake world Fantos made with Kid in his superhero uniform, and then the solemn outfit from when they all mourn the dead planets and stuff after Erodious. The last one is after MO’s reopens to the alien public and everything is as it should be- Kid making his little comics of their adventures and so forth. Silly stuff.

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Kid Cosmic vs THE FRIEND?

(Wowzers, more Kid Cosmic fanart oof- I dunno, this is Ava my little oc gal I made for this au I’ve got going on… There’s reasoning for her weird reaction trust…)

(Not shipping btw- I wanted to clarify. It’s not a self insert either, I just wanted to give my boy a school friend😭 The dynamicsss… Trust…)

My Kid Cosmic stuff:

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KID COSMIC SEASON 4 AU-

Silly sibling shenanigans and stuff…

I just thought it was fitting, haha lol. I wanted to give the Kid a friend his age and decided that he should be going to school…

ANYHOO- Have some random doodles too!!! (Totes not angsty in the slightest-)

My Kid Cosmic stuff:

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KID COSMIC SEASON 3 SPOILERS!!!

You know how at the end of Kid Cosmic season 3, it’s revealed Tuna Sandwich had kittens with that sparkly space cat? Well, I imagine he would probably have Kid name the kittens- As Kid had named him too…

This is how I figured it would go down- IN MESSY COMIC FORM! ⬇️

I think Kid is imaginative don’t get me wrong- But he would name the kittens after food stuff because of course he would. They would be fitting names too- The grey cat is Pickles, Milkshake is the whitish silver one, and Jellybean is the bluish one…

I figure Tuna would find food names perfectly respectable.

My kid cosmic stuff:

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NOBODY TALKS ABOUT KID COSMIC ANYMORE!!!

(I’m fixating a bit cuz I rewatched the show, have some doodles I made while reacclimatizing to the artstyle-)

(I’ll probably post more doodles cuz I can’t stop drawing the goobers-)

I have like 3 aus in my head but the fandom is basically dead and I’m searching for scraps here. When in doubt and lack of content, make your own I suppose.

My kid cosmic stuff:

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ITS THAT TIME OF YEAR AGAIN!!!!

Artfight time!!! Go ahead! Take a gander at this years lineup, there’s new faces and characters that I mainly just liked the look of. Half of them I didn’t want to make digital versions of their character sheets, so I sorta just took some traditional doodles/colored drawings and slapped them together. I also didn’t change Wilma’s character sheets from last year due to laziness-CHARACTER SHEETS UNDER THE CUT:

You can find me on Artfight here- If ya know, any of my little guys catch your eye:

Happy ArtFight everyone!!! Let’s make it a good one this year!!! MWAHAHAHA!!!!

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I’ve been giggling over this for a hot minute, Stan doing armpit farts as his stupid emote has me REEELING- Just- Just this is perfect. This is canon. This happened and I’m overjoyed that it did because it’s so silly I love those old farts-

Ford and Stan playing paintball!! (maybe?)

I’m outside and this is the best I can do with paper and a phone camera

Stanford “Sore Loser” Pines

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HELP! Our Sitters are TIME TRAVELERS!!!

(A gravity falls time travel fanfiction teaser)

Prologue/teaser ⬇️⬇️⬇️

Time log- 11:05 pm filed:

LOCATION: Barranquilla, Colombia

DATE: 1970-something

STATUS: SECURE

Progressing as scheduled…

It’s a quiet night down here in Colombia, at least it was for a great many of residents. Truly, it would've been described as a peaceful moment. The sky was filled with more stars to count, and the atmosphere was a deep shade of purple which coated everything in a soft nightlike shade. The air was warm too, not too hot nor too cold. A perfect night really, for the majority folks that is.

For some, not so much- Which was something of a newfound reality concerning a certain person in particular. Hidden behind the depths of dark alleys, past the crowded streets and through the celebratory storefronts- Stood a bright red convertible half covered in tarp alongside a man-soaked head to toe in water. The front of his shirt was stained rusty red, as well as any area around his face really, and the only truly accurate word to describe him would be ‘Shaken.’

His nose was especially rosy as if he’d been drinking or at least somewhat inebriated, and not one single part of him seemed dry to touch. His ratty brown hair was long behind his ears and curled a bit from the moisture and overall painted a picture. It was clear that something terrible had happened, if the shifty eyes glancing about and the incessantly trembling limbs didn’t speak volumes in that of itself.

Unlike most people on this warm Colombian night, Stanley Pines was not having a good time.

He could be seen reaching a still shaky hand towards his jean pocket, pulling out an object and a small pack of still dripping cigarettes.

“Damn lighter... Just needa’ smoke...” Stanley hissed to himself as he fumbled with the small copper device again, his burlesque fingers swiping fruitlessly as sparks fly without a flicker of a flame in sight.

He keeps doing this, growling under his breath as the beginnings of frustration start to show on his face. It makes him seem almost ghostly, the scowl making the dark circles under his eyes more prominent than before.

A soggy cigarette in his mouth and stuck between his teeth as he flicked the rusted lighter continuously.

“Cmon… Cmon… Just one more time, just one more…”

This time, he succeeds and much like the small pathetic flame of the device, Stan’s entire disposition brightens.

“Yes! Yes, haha!” He cheered almost manically, his raspy voice spitting out a guffaw as he pumped a fist in the air. Suddenly, his face softened a bit, raising the flame to the small cigarette pinched between the corner of his mouth. With some amount of effort, he managed to light the tip of the cigarette. He exhaled a puff of smoke and leaned even more so on his beloved red convertible.

“I guess one good thing did happen today, huh?” He chuckled again, it was a wry one and had notes of bitterness but a chuckle, nonetheless.

“Alls’ I had to do was get locked in the trunk of a car and chew my way out. Guess I was lucky to nab that guys pack of cigs before he locked the thing… Bet he’s wondering where this baby went, hah…”

After taking another inhale of the cigarette, he held it in a moment before exhaling with wide eyes, pushing himself off the car to bark out a full-fledged laugh. He then rattled his fist to the air with a giant smile on his face- Revealing a mouth clearly torn to shreds and his teeth were bloodied and chipped.

“Hear that, universe!!!??? STANLEY PINES LIVES TO SMOKE ANOTHER DAY!! HAH HAH HAH!” He then made a few rather... Rude gestures towards the sky, presumably to the ‘universe’ specifically.

After a few seconds, the manic episode passes and it's just him and the sounds of night in that back alley. Every now and then he would raise that soggy cancer stick to suck in another breath of smoke and exhale, though it was bringing to get droopy in his fingers. In the dim light of a single streetlamp, it too was a seemingly peaceful scene. Which was really no good for Stan, for it’s always when he has time to himself that he starts to really THINK about things, things that depress him.

Smile long wiped from his face, he dragged a hand across his cheek as his expression shifts that into a frown. In a split second, he looked so awfully tired.

Things really couldn't get any worse than this... Could it?

CLITTER CLATTER!!!

Suddenly, Stan is snapped out of his negative thoughts to the sound of something making a real racket in the nearby alleyway, just across from himself.

“What the-” Startled, he sort of fumbles with his soggy cigarette a few moments with eyes blown wide. That was the issue with being on the run all the time, even the smallest things could have you on the same kind of edge as if it’s life or death.

For instance, that clatter noise was probably a cat or something.

CLATTER! CLITTER CLATTER! CLATTER!

... Of course, that didn't stop him from investigating though. On any other ordinary day on the run, Stan would do well to keep his nose out of trouble, however he was feeling risky. After all, it wouldn't be fair to throw him into another life-or-death situation after the last one- Just the universal law of ‘wait a sec’ honestly.

Why, if something bad were to happen to him now- Why, something would be seriously wrong with the balance of the universe. Or something. Probably.

-And so, with eyes squinting inquisitively, he tossed his cigarette aside and began towards the alleyway. Walking slowly as to not startle whatever it was in the alleyway, he left the dim light if the streetlamp and crossed the boundary of shadow inside of the alleyway. It was like stepping into a whole differently painted room, whereas the first room you were in had white walls and this new room had black walls with the curtains drawn. Not only that, but the alley was incredibly stinky. Stan would feel real bad for anyone who got jumped or something here- Because in their last moments they’d likely be wondering who shat their pants. The clattering noise sounded again, making him only slightly flinch again.

CLATTER! CLATTER!

Sounded almost... Metallic. Like somebody was kicking a piece of shrapnel around. He knows the sound, he used to do it with... It reminded him of Ford in a way. Back when they were just kids, stupid, oblivious, happy kids...

Before... Before he-

“Focus Stan... Stop being weird about things...”

Eyes finally adjusting to the darkness that encompassed the grimy alleyway, Stan could now see the true culprit behind the tinny sound being kicked around.

It was a tin can...

“Well, waddea’ know...”

Stan nearly jumped out of his skin all over again when the can jerked towards him- And a bright light flashed.

“Woah!!!”

...A tin can that was somehow moving on its own.

Stan began towards the thing as it jerked across the dirt ground, moving in such a way it seemed almost like somebody tied a string to it and was just tugging it all around to mess with him. But it also sparked a few times, which made it seem like maybe there was a firecracker wedged in the can or something.

It took him a few times, but pretty soon he had the cylindrical object cornered.

“Gotcha!”

Ok, so sue him, he was just a little curious...

...Ford wasn't the only curious one, you know?

He reached out to grab the little can, his hand making contact to its smooth surface and he noted that it was cool to the touch. Not a firecracker. No firepower at all, which was super weird.

Was it just Stan, or did everything suddenly get REALLY quiet?

In the eerie silence however, he hears something coming from inside the can- Which believe it or not, begins to tremble in his hands. It's really moving on its own- It's not just Stan shaking or anything...

Kssssshhhhh....

The strange noise from inside the can sounds like it's getting louder, despite the homeless man clearly seeing absolutely nothing from within when he peered inside the empty old can. It was freaky, but he was morbidly curious. Plus, it was getting to the point that he had to hold the can with both hands to keep it from literally squirming out of his hands- It would probably go bouncing off the freaking walls if Stan hadn't been holding it.

It was the kind of noise that made your head ache a little bit, what, was it called again? Teni- Tenino? Tentitus? The thing with the ringing in your ears, Tinnitus? Stan figured it was a similar thing.

KsssssssSSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!

In an instant, the sound from within the can gets awfully loud- Almost like a train whistling as it comes barreling at you at full speed- And Stan had enough sense to pull his face away from its opening to visibly cringe at the sound. Whatever remained of his teeth was bit into a sharp grimace and he was overcome with a terribly strong sense of WRONG.

“What the fu-”

Suddenly, a stream of color bursts forth from the can- Interrupting Stan and causing the con-man to yelp and drop the can whilst backing away. For what had somehow emerged from within- Because yes, something HAD emerged from that dumb old can- Was some kind of impossibly large serpentine worm thing, with a gaping mouth and a rainbow of stripes painting its multicolored back.

It almost seemed to sap all the vibrancy of everything around it, glitching in a way that made it seem out of place- Or at least as out of place a ginormous man eating worm that just emerged from a tiny can could be.

“What the what the what the-” For the first time in a long time, Stanley Pines was at a loss for words.

He didn't even get a chance to fully get back on his feet- (Which confuses him greatly because how he managed to fall to the ground in only few short minutes is beyond the point.)

He scrambled to a standing position- Trying not to gape as the worm thing- That could FLOAT apparently- Began to coil in midair and loomed above him. From this angle, Stan could get a really go view of its giant mouth- And if he’s being honest- it didn't exactly look like the sort of thing he wanted to be on the business end of.

Millions upon millions of sharp needle-like teeth line its outer mouth, and the inside going down its throat looked to quite literally be a STATIC ABYSS.

“No no no nope no-” His feet finally put themselves to good use and he made a break for the alleyway entrance.

This seemed to trigger the beast to action.

There was a screeching noise, and Stan could feel his heart drop to his stomach white the strange incomprehensible creature let loose an unholy noise and readied itself to lunge. Yet, for some reason, Stan couldn't help but feel he wasn't running fast enough-

Time seemed to go in slow motion now as the creature leaped towards its prey.

“WAIT-” Stan couldn't even finish his sentence, as the worm surged forwards towards him like a semi-truck, its mouth opening impossibly wide to completely encompass the homeless man. Whatever noise he had been making beforehand was immediately swallowed into nothing as the beasts mouth clamped tightly shut.

Victorious, the creature curled into the air afterwards- Almost pleased with itself as it did so.

Uninterested in anything more, the worm was quick to burrow quite literally into midair to leave, and as it zoomed past the rainbow color on its slimy skin seemed to blur into some kind of optical illusion.

Soon, there was nothing in the alleyway but a red car, the stunning night sky, and the sounds of quiet resonating through the area. That, and upon the consumption of Stanley, there was a ginormous patch of static developing where he had been last seen. The static seemed to only spread even more and more as time progressed, devouring everything in its path and destabilizing it...

Life itself was crumbling in on itself...

Soon, all that was left of the scene was a singular wet cigarette on the grimy alleyway floor, but eventually, even that too dissolved into pure static.

One thing was for absolute certain, Stanley had been dead wrong.

Things certainly could get worse...

And they did...

Time log- 11:10 pm filed:

LOCATION: ????

DATE: ????

STATUS: COMPROMISED!

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And that’s the end of this little teaser, hope you enjoyed haha- Trust me, it’s pretty sweet I swear. I just had to technically kill off a character to prove a point. Tbh, I might tweak this portion a bit, just cuz I can.

Basic gist if your interested:

It's been 4 years since that fateful summer in Gravity Falls, and our favorite young Pines still can't get a break. The two 16-year-olds are enlisted by the Time Anomaly Removal Crew- Which has since dwindled after the events of Weirdmaggedon- Because a TIME WORM has been set loose upon the timeline!

They must ask the twins to deal with it because they don't really have very much experience dealing with monsters, and with the extreme loss of bodies in their department they can't risk losing more officers. Dipper and Mable have half a mind to refuse; however the worm is targeting versions of their Grunkles from the past

(Cuz Time worms are drawn in by “canon people” which are folks whose presence holds great precedence in the timeline.-)

It has already managed to eat a couple stans and Fords from points in time- However there's still a way to save the timeline which is by killing it. Luckily, the TARC have managed to predict the trajectory of the worm, and plan to send the twins in earlier so that they have the jump on it. They have hologram disguises so that no one puts together their relation to the current time-period pines...

Meanwhile, in the 1900s, the 12-year-olds Stan and Ford are apprehensive of their newest babysitters... Yes, the disguised versions of Mabel and Dipper- Now Travis and Vanellope- Take to babysitting the young twins to scope out for time worms and protect the kids from being eaten. Chaos ensues.

Lemmy know if folks are interested lol

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This is one of the funniest things I’ve seen all week, I must spread word-

Ngl, I had so much fun drawing this today :'D I was stuck in town, but I brought my sketchbook with me and spent all day drawing this stream of consciousness style. It felt good to draw all willy nilly, and let things look Bad for once. Where the goal isn't to make everything look perfect. And this is so so so dumb, I was grinning like an idiot half the time. Twas a long, manic, coffee fueled drawing session.

Normally I don't pay tumblr polls much mind, but there's something so hilarious about this. I like to imagine these guys are all together. Everyone's a nervous, sweaty wreck. It's a horrible, fucked up mpreg contest and NO ONE wants to be there.

Remember guys. Don't forget to vote. It would be a shame if someone voted for Ford, and made his life harder... a real shame...

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Simpletown Mail Depot!!! (Short comic)

Oh Ernest you kind bastard, I couldn’t help but make another comic- This time from the perspective of a strange snake blob who isn’t used to being treated like a normal person!!!

Ignore my terrible handwriting, I tried fixing parts of it but I know some parts are still terrible lol

Transcription:

“It has been a week since I had first gotten my order delivered-”

“-And the packages have yet to stop coming.”

“It’s not that I didn’t order them”

“I did.”

“I have so much useless stuff, it’s starting to clutter.”

“But I can’t stop.”

“I can’t, because of HIM!!!”

“It’s the only time I get to see him.”

“He was the only one who treated me kindly.”

“He knew what I was…”

“But…”

“He smiled and greeted me anyways.”

E: “Good evening ma’am!”

“It may not seem like much…”

“But for folks like me, it’s everything.”

Teehee.

I love these goobers so much-

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ITS THE DUNCKLE (Dad/uncle)AND HIS LITTLE GRUB BABY!!!

I was reminded of these goobers, and this about sums up my little Stan adopts Shifty/Simon AU

I had a funny thought about them today and had to draw them- Tempted to continue writing about them but eh.

Contrary to popular belief, Stan loves this little grub in disguise with all his heart and soul and if anyone touches a hair on his head- He WILL throw hands no questions asked.

Anyways.

(Info post here)

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MABEL PINES MY CHILD

Wow doodles wow

I was just doodling some lil doodles for this one gravity falls AU I’m making and I thought that some of these doodles where cuter than the others- Wonder why. Jk, just wanted to share them cuz Mabel is awesome and I love her.

(And yes I specified this is not canon Mabel cuz her hair is all funny on purpose…)

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Transcript:

“Please sign here to confirm the package has been received”

“You have a nice day there, ma’am!”

“YOU TOO…”

(Sorry, my handwriting is kinda dookie lol)

Full:

This is a fun story idea I’ve had bouncing around for a good while now. It’s about Ernest, this kid fresh out of school and stuff who gets a job as a mailman at his local post office. However, he ends up put on the route that nobody ever wants because it’s supposedly cursed. It’s NOT- It just so happens that this route covers all sorts of abnormal people and eldrich beings. No biggy. It’s not like he’s going to JUDGE them for it, and because he’s so normal about this- Nothing bad happens to him… That much.

As a character, Ernest is a very gentle and sort of oblivious to a lot of things. He is also a bit old fashioned in the sense that he just doesn’t GET technology and stuff very well, like GPS and etc. Sometimes his co-workers joke that he’s an old man trapped in a young body. Otherwise, he’s pretty easygoing and open minded. Pretty funny, considering his coworkers can’t comprehend how he just goes about his route without some kind of trauma. Idk

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Sorry it was too wholesome I had to repost for fear of exploding I LOVE THEM SO MUCH AAGAGHSHXBS

i always loved that tiny version of stan’s suit that dipper wore in “boss mabel” ;u;

a continuation of these draws

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What Journal????

(A gravity falls AU-> Name pending)

(Simple idea, what if Dipper never found the 3rd journal. Maybe when he switches that secret switch, a wire got crossed or the electrics were faulty. What would happen to canon if Mabel and Dipper never had Journal 3 as a crutch? Would it be a detriment, or possibly a good thing? What would they do instead of investigate the secret of the author, because how would they know? That is what I plan to explore in this little whatever… I just think it would be funny that everyone would be talking about these journals, or like whatever and meanwhile these two 12 year olds are sort of just winging it the whole time. Surprisingly enough, not a lot changes… That much.)

Tourist Trapped: (Prologue)

On the cusp of the wooded thicket bordering the forests of Gravity Falls, a young boy by the name of Dipper Pines could be seen hammering up signs. He didn't seem all that enthused by the idea, and his expression really said it all.

“Stupid Stan... Making me do all his dirty work...” He murmured under his breath, brown eyes narrowed while he made his way to yet another tree. He began lifting a hammer to plaster yet another terrible advertisement towards “The Mystery Shack.” The place which was supposedly going to be his home away from home for the next upcoming few months- If he even survived long enough to make it that far.

So, he continues to grumble to himself, despite his clear discomfort and presses the nail against a tall pine, truly selling the look of distaste with a very fashionable rolling of the eyes and a furrow of his brow.

“...Nobody ever believes anything I say...”

TING!

“Huh?”

How peculiar, he tests the waters once more to ensure he isn't hearing things. But after a few more taps with his mallet, it was clear by the ringing sound of metal on metal that this tree was apparently made of tougher stuff than that of your average spruce.

Very strange. The 12-year-old could sense an almost excited feeling stirring his gut.

He smooths a small hand over the seemingly slick face of the not-tree- And to his surprise his fingers found a sort of hatch-like lip, to which he was quick to attempt in prying open. He succeeds after a few good tugs, and the sound of old rusted over hinges squeal over years of neglect.

Dipper takes a moment before peering within the unknown chamber, to wipe his hands on his shorts and wave away the cloud of dust that came with the containers pressure release. He also had to bat away a few disconnected cobwebs as well, which billowed in the nonexistent breeze. Once the dust clears, the boy finally gets a decent look at the hidden compartments' contents. It’s a little mechanical box, rusted and clunky. The top part of its dusty face has two small activation switches. It’s clear that the device has not been touched in quite some time. It’s likely it doesn’t even function anymore.

Even so, of course, the 12-year-olds first instinct is to mess around with the device. He at first attempts one of the little switches, flicking it a few times but to no avail. Nothing happens. So, he tries the next one, though this next switch has a more volatile reaction than the one prior.

“Ow! What the-”

There was a sharp spark this time, and he flinches back harshly whilst clutching his once hovering hand. In the process in this motion, he drops everything he had been carrying, and it all lies in a small scatter beneath the not-tree. The tip of his pointer finger and thumb are both reddened and buzzing from the short burst of electricity, that had stuck him whilst he had been flicking the other switch. Brow furrowed, he places the stinging fingers in his mouth to soothe them as he glances around again. Almost hopeful.

But alas, other than giving him minor electrical burn that felt like they were beginning to blister, nothing had happened at all by flicking the switches. Whatever those activation doodads had been meant to do, Dipper would never know, because the box was clearly faulty. That was a shame. Maybe it could’ve had some answers as to why he’d been feeling so extra paranoid lately. There’s a beat of silence beyond the ambient forest noises, and while itching his mosquito bites from earlier Dipper suddenly feels a little self-conscious- And almost ridiculous.

“Maybe I am overthinking this stuff…” He murmurs sullenly to himself.

A short distance away, the goat named Gompers bleated quite unhelpfully. Dipper couldn’t help but sigh again, and while nursing his very slightly blistered fingers, he began towards his dropped tools and signs.

However, before he could grab the last of the signs leaning on the not-tree, a blur of fur and teeth whizzed past his nose making him let loose a very not-masculine scream- something along the lines of “MONSTER!”- and the shock causing him stumble over his own feet and collapse onto his bottom. The stuff he had been holding now scattering once more.

After a few minutes of catching his breath, Dipper glances upwards only to find some kind of squirrel family had made themselves at home in the once sealed shut secret compartment. He couldn’t help but feel silly, cheeks reddening as the embarrassment sank in and the adrenaline died down.

“Great. Just great. Maybe I really am going crazy…” Dipper stumbles to his feet in order dust himself off while glancing around yet again, and for a moment he chuckles awkwardly.

“At least nobody saw that…” Suddenly, a blur of color jumps out from behind a nearby log.

“GET EXPOSED!!!”

“AAGH!!!”

Once again, Dipper lets loose a very girlish scream, causing the colorful interloper to burst into obnoxious laughter. Though, the interloper happened to have less beast like features, and more middle school, preteen girl features. Very FAMILIAR features.

After a few moments to collect his bearings, Dipper tried to ignore his embarrassed pink cheeks and glowered harmlessly at his twin sister, who now seemed to be wiping a stray tear away and recovering from her laughing fit.

“Mabel…” He groaned irritably.

“…Oohhhh you should’ve seen your face! You were all like- AH! And I was like- BOOM! And you were like AH-” However his twin sister Mabel seemed more intent to reflect on how great of a scare she got out of him. It was humiliating really. Dipper began to pick up the dropped signs and hammers and nails AGAIN, still gazing at his giggling sister.

“Har-har-har. One of these days Mabel, you're going to give me a heart attack.”

“Yeah right, that’s if a squirrel doesn’t do it first. You heard me bro-bro. I saw the WHOLE thing!”

“Greeeaaat…” His sarcasm was practically palpable in the air, but Mabel clearly either couldn’t tell or just didn’t care and continued onward. Though if it counts for anything, she did wordlessly liberate a couple signs from his hands to lessen his load. It helped to temper his annoyance with her in the moment. He couldn’t really blame her; he was sure that it probably really was funny to spook him like that.

Still annoyed though. Still annoyed.

They began to walk together through the woods, with Dipper tacking on a sign here and there without much care or enthusiasm in the action. Unlike Mabel, who happened to hold enough energy to power the entire state of California.

Twirling around in front of him, Mabel had that look on her face that spoke volumes of what her current mood was in the moment. She was sort of an open book, and Dipper could tell that this was the kind of love-struck expression he recognized- Which was beginning to be more trouble than it’s worth nowadays.

“Ohhh Dipper, you're NEVER going to BELIEVE the MAGICAL day I’ve had!” She nearly trips on a tree root this time in her twirling but catches herself just in time. Dipper could only shake his head. Here we go…

“Let me guess. You harassed another kid to try and date you?” He inquires, to which Mabel giggles rather forcefully, chopping a home-made sweater sleeve in the air.

“Pshhh! NOPE! Well, close.” Dipper rolls his eyes this time, though the corner of his mouth tilts upwards with almost amusement as his sister continues to yammer on about her latest attraction.

“-SO BASICALLY- At the cemetery today-”

“-Wait, you were at the cemetery? When did you have time to go to the cemetery??” Mabel only waggles her long sweater sleeves in his face as an immediate response, making him splutter and stick his out his tongue. She takes before continuing without any lack of enthusiasm.

“That’s not IMPORTANT. So BASICALLY, I was walking, you know, like I DO, and then-”

“Bleat!!!” Both twins are then startled by the goat Gompers again, who had chosen that very moment to start chewing on the back of Mabel’s sweater again. After a few moments of wide-eyed staring, Mabel’s eyes softened and her rosy cheeks puffed out as she started to coo over the goat. The GOAT of all things.

“Awww… I guess this isn't the kind of thing we should be talking about with prying ears around, huh?”

“What? Why, did something happen?” A flash of alarm strikes Dipper, and he glances over at his sister uneasily- Who only guffaws at his reaction before hovering over the goat even more than before.

“Pssshh, nah nothing like that!” Covering Gompers ears, she poorly stage whispers with a faux look of sympathy. Or it could've been completely genuine, it was hard to tell sometimes. “I just don’t want Gompers to feel jealous.”

Dippers worry quickly dropped to zero, and he leveled his sister with an unamused stare.

“Of what? You breaking the world record of quickest restraining order?”

“Guh! It’s called TRUE LOVE!!! I’ll tell you later…” In that moment, a flash of cheekiness crossed the glitter obsessed 12-year olds’ face, and she dropped the signs without much care.

“Hey, last one to the shack has to be on Stan waxing duty!!!”

“What!” The boy screeched with barely restrained terror. Let it be known that Mabel has always been good at bringing out others enthusiasm. Dipper certainly was no exception to this rule, so without much of a grand flourish he too casts the signs aside and with earlier horror melting away, he grins competitively at his twin.

“Yeah right! You're on!”

With that, the race was on and as the two twins sped off along the outskirts of the forest and back towards the ramshackle cabin in the distance. Good natured laughter resonates in the air, as they hop over logs and try to trip the other up, oblivious to the futures they left behind. Perhaps in another timeline, in another world, that switch would've worked the way it should.

Perhaps in that timeline, they would've found a mysterious journal, speaking of the great wonders that reside in this fair town. A journal that would be their crutch during danger, that would save their lives on many an occasion, and risk them just the same amount.

-But that is not what happened. Maybe a few wires had been crossed wrong, or something more external, but that switch never worked and thus the old book is never revealed...

Yet somehow, this changes everything and nothing all the same.

No cheating and no hints, but the Pines always did have a knack for getting wrapped up in the paranormal. It might be a genetic thing, but whether they like it or not, they could never live a life mundane.

...It's time for the blind to lead the blind, and let it be known that a Pines has never gone down without swinging...

They'll figure it out. Probably.

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Thus it begins… I have the next little part ready to go, but I kinda wanna see how people react to this and if folks are interested in the concept. I just think it’s kinda funny- And it gives me a chance to look over the transcripts again which is sort of like watching the show

(I can’t go on Disney cuz I’ve been logged out and don’t remember the password lol-)

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1. Favorite shampoo (scent or type/brand)?

Honestly, I just use whatever shampoo I find in the bathroom- I don’t have a personal kind of my own because my family often shares a big bottle until it runs out. I do like when it’s pungent, like a good coconut or something because then I can smell that I’m clean.

2. Do you sleep with the light on or your doors closed? Why?

My room is literally pitch dark when I go to bed, I don’t have a night light or anything other than the light from the Subway place across the street. Which is perfectly fine by me, I keep my room relatively tidy so I don’t have to worry about tripping or something. I do sleep with the door closed, for privacy reasons.

3. Hot or cold coffee/tea?

I don’t drink either of those much to have a preference, though I’m not a huge fan of tea. From what I’ve tried of coffee though, I will say I prefer colder caffeinated drinks rather than hot ones.

4. Do you use the same username for all/most of your socials?

Pretty much yeah, I’ve been rocking the same username since middle school- Which explains the origin of the name but I think it’s pretty embarrassing so I won’t disclose that lol. But all my socials are the same/variations of the username I have right now. Honestly, it’s just easier for me that way.

5. White shoes, yay or nay? Why?

I find white shoes are too easy to get dirty for my tastes. I’ve been rocking red shoes since forever it could be my trademark haha. (They make me feel like a main character-)

6. What song is stuck in your head rn? (If none, last one you remember listening to)

THIS SONG HAS HAD ME IN A CHOKEHOLD I keep getting emotional over all the edits I’m seeing on TikTok, its been stuck in my head I can’t- I makes me feel things I can’t stop listening to it😭

7. Would you rather watch three twenty minute episodes or one hour movie?

Definitely would rather watch a couple episodes of a good show rather than a movie. It honestly depends on how I’m feeling, because sometimes I want to experience a movie I’ve watched- But episodes fit my attention span a bit better and often have cliffhangers which keep me invested. Sometimes movies drag themselves out to kill time.

8. Would you still love the person that tagged you if they were a worm?

Well if they were a worm that would be MIGHTY impressive now wouldn’t it! They must be one talented worm if that’s that case- I’d have to keep them away from my brother though, he’s a bit of a creepy crawly fanatic lol🪱

I’m tagging a few random folk here and there-

@shanklin @alexbx128 @dark-lord-of-awesomeness @inkyrainstorms @emiliens @the-east-art @thenocturnenarrator

Boom!

random questions that wont help you get to know your mutuals at all

idk i wanted to make a tag game because they're fun

favorite shampoo (scent or type/brand)?

do you sleep with the light on or your doors closed? why?

hot or cold coffee/tea?

do you use the same username for all/most of your socials?

white shoes, yay or nay? why?

what song is stuck in your head right now? (if none, last one you remember listening to?)

would you rather watch three twenty minute episodes or a one hour movie?

would you still love the person that tagged you if they were a worm?(/p /lh)

tags to get this ball a-rollin' (no pressure tho!!):

@empressofsamoyeds @babyblankyerror @canadianno @nerdylittlebugcreature @thenoellebird @aroace-get-out-of-my-face @cheeseinthesea @spudcatwo (sorry i had one positive interaction with you and henceforth you're a spiritual mutual) @kitcats-1-braincell @querytheauthor (for funsies) annnnddddd you know what @dimonds456 i like your rubber hose art its so cool i dont think we've exchanged words before OH YOU COMMENTED ON MY FIC I THINK anyway you're cool so im tagging you in my tag game

and finallyyyyy open tags!!! anyone can join in i wanna see how far this spreads if it spreads at all

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Watch me color my goofy comic for 4 minutes or so-

I thought it was funny sped up so here we are.