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[iinvane]

BROTHER // pinetrust‌:

『   ↟↟    』  Twins   are   supposed   to   be   inseparable  ,   being   born   so   close   to   one   another   &  all   of   that   junk.   but   in  a   way   the   two   were   almost   opposites   of  everything   siblings   should  be.   he   felt   more   like   a   lower   being   to   her   than   he   was   an   equal  ;   like   he   was   supposed   to   be   ashamed   for   being   unable   to   please   her.   it   was ..  kind   of   pathetic   of   him   to   have   such  a   mindset.  &   that   only   infuriated   him   with   his   shortcomings   even   more.  

『   ↟↟    』    He   didn’t   understand   how   she   could   be  so   uninterested   in   the   world   around   her.   everything   this   universe   had   to   offer   that   wasn’t   complete   &   utter   chaos   meant   almost   nothing   to   her.  &   he   couldn’t   help   but   feel   that   he   meant   nothing   to   her  as  well.  &   even   if   he   didn’t   want   it   too …  that   idea   hurt   him.   like   he   had   exposed   himself    to   the   fire   too   long   &   ended   up   burning   in  it.  

❛      yeah ,  fine.   i’ll   keep   my   mouth   shut.     ❜  

『   ↟↟    』    His   tone   is   exhausted ;  almost   as   dull   as   her   own.   despite   the  rushing   emotions   that   came   &   went   inside   of   him   he   just   felt   like   the   entire  ‘  if   you   can’t   beat   them ,  join   them ‘   motto   is   quite   relevant   to   his   relationship   with   mabel.    he   lets   out   an   exhausted   sigh ;   leaning   back  as   he  simply   lets   the   sounds   of   rain   reclaim   him ;   waiting   for   her   to   either   break   the   silence ;  or   for   his   boredom   to   set   in.   

The TENSITY of such moments with her brother always left Mabel’s mind to wonder many times; were they always this way? Always so distant, out of touch? Whatever the answer might be, it’s irrelevant to her now - and a thought process commonly lost to her schemes of wanton destruction. She had long grown tired of this dimension, its ways and its people, though perhaps that was just her murderous apathy speaking. She was forever an outcast, but she would be the one to cast others out, and her brother was unfortunately no exception.

The silence between them is heavy and empty, though with Mabel it is full of contemplation, the cogs in her brain turning as she mulls over their situation. Their future. Or rather, HERS.

❝ We’re so much bigger than this stupid hick town, ❞ the muttering came suddenly, though the personal pronoun she used was a very interesting choice. The irritation in her expression is surely dulled, but she’s reached a point of not caring - BESIDES, ALL THIS PENT UP FRUSTRATION LURKED BENEATH THE CYNIC. She stands in the rain, looking across the horizon. Fists tense at her sides, and she looks skyward. ❝ We’re so much bigger than everyone. ❞

It’s strange for her to be so open about her feelings, much more in front of an AUDIENCE. But perhaps that’s because there was no one to be honest with - AND WAS SHE STILL BEING HONEST? TRULY?

❝ ... but why is that so difficult to bring to fruition? ❞

@pinetrust​

[iinvane]

MABEL // sesumyretsym‌:

           Mabel  could  tell  that  Blendin  felt  bad,  and  honestly  –  she  was  the  same.  “This  isn’t  your  fault,  Blendin.  Bill  got  the  best  of  all  of  us.  He  tricked  me,  you  and  my  family.  But  we  did  it  in  the  end!  He’s  gone  and  now  we  can  all  move  on  with  our  lives.” 

❝ Haha, yeah - I-I guess so, ❞ the reassurance does little to remedy his sadness. Was it worth it to try destroy the universe just because a couple of guys called him names? Probably not, but it felt like a good idea at the time! And if he’d known about who Bill was back then, he would’ve never taken that stupid deal!  ...he was just so sick of the disrespect...

And then there was all that hot water with the Time Police...

❝ I, uh... hope you guys have be-been able to enjoy your pa-party, any - anyway. You two deserve it. ❞ ...man, he ruined their birthday... was that all he ever did? ❝ There’s... that at least... ❞

[iinvane]

🐾 Random Acts Prompts 🐾 || NO LONGER ACCEPTING || 【 @iinvane 】

🥪 our muses have a snack

❝So… Got any hobbies?❞

The blonde began, taking a bite out of her sandwich. Just some idle chit chat to start them off. She had invited this girl to have lunch with her… She didn’t think it would be so… Awkward? Her face didn’t look very happy, or satisfied. Isn’t a little lunch meant to be fun?

This girl seemed to be on her own, standing all by herself — it just looked like she didn’t have any friends.

❝…How’s the food? It’s good, right?❞

[iinvane]

❝ ... huh. ❞

It’s - weird not spending the holidays with her family. Does it make her sad? Who knows. She probably doesn’t.

[iinvane]

uhhh boop that heart for a one liner with blendin?

[iinvane]

@104summer || sc.

❝ Are-aren’t you a little yo-young to be asking DU-DUMB questions about ti-time travel? Be-because that’s what they are. I’m not a time traveler. Ti-time travel isn’t a thing. I’m not a thi-thing! ❞

[iinvane]

@sesumyretsym​ || sc.

❝ Uh... I just wanted to say I’m so-sorry. About... y’know. I made a real m-mess of th-things for - for everybody, y’know? ❞

[iinvane]

reminder that if ur a multi, pls specify what muse you want to throw at me. otherwise i literally won’t know what to do when it comes to starters, and i don’t wanna have to ignore it.

[iinvane]

@pinedecode || sc.

❝ Blendin’ Blandin’? I-I’m not him! No-nope! St-stammering is just - it’s just a c-common problem in the fu-future! Past! Present! Ah, time dangit... ❞

[iinvane]

uhhh boop that heart for a one liner with blendin?

[iinvane]

030

verse info is under the cut btw

⧗ it's the hard knock life for us. || ﹝ blendin ﹞ ⧗ but it was all a mistake! || ﹝ v.1 ﹞ ⧗ i'll go back in time and make sure your parents never meet! || ﹝ v.2 ﹞ ⧗ i got my job back! i feel like hugging somebody! || ﹝ v.3 ﹞ ⧗ the train might have gone off the rails! || ﹝ v.4 ﹞ ⧗ ﹝ blendin: musings ﹞ ⧗ ﹝ blendin: visage ﹞ ⧗ ﹝ blendin: aesthetics ﹞ ⧗ ﹝ blendin: headcanons ﹞ ⧗ ﹝ blendin: about ﹞ ⧗ ﹝ blendin: interactions ﹞

misc info:

v1 is set after events of Weirdmageddon; Blendin’ is on the run from the Time Police. This is BEFORE he gets stranded.

v2 is set after the events of the Time Traveler’s Pig; takes place when he is hostile towards the twins, cleaning up the anomalies before eventually getting incarcerated.

v3 is set after the events of Blendin’s game; he’s on good terms with the kids and has his job back. WOOT!

v4 is set when he was stranded in the Wild West in 1883. He got a job as a pocket watch repairman, and well... apparently contracted a rush era disease. Nostalgia though, right?

[iinvane]

Brother‌:

@iinvane   //  &&   continued. 

          𝐭𝐨    say   he   didn’t   understand   his   sister   would   be   an   understatement.   despite   the   two   being   twins   he   couldn’t   wrap   his   head   around   most   ideas   she  had —   &   this   was   one   of   those   …   why   would   anyone   wanna   sit   out   in   the   pouring   rain   ??    but …  if   she   saw   some   appeal   in   it ,  he   was   willing   to   give   it   a   shot  –  so   he   folded   up   the   umbrella ;  &   proceeds   to   look   up   at   the   stars ;  straining   to   see   them   through   the   rain   for   a   few   moments.  

              𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲   he’d   offer   some   witty   comment ;  like   telling   her  some   rude   remark  as   he   went   back   inside   to   make   smores   or   something —  but ..  he   wasn’t   in   that   kinda  mood.    he   was   bored   with   arguing   with   her   all   the   time   —   so   maybe   that’s   why  he  just   tried   relaxing   with   her   like   this.    maybe   if   he   was   lucky   she   wouldn’t   try   kicking   him   off   the   roof   or   something   while   his  guard’s   down.  

❛      that’s  fair   ,   i   guess.    can   i   join   you   in   your   rebellion   atleast   ?     ❜ 

Her distracted gaze came to an abrupt halt, and her brown hues passed over her sibling with a dull expression void of emotion - bar a raised eyebrow at his question. She faced forward again, deadpan as she pondered it with a roll of her eyes. There’s a lilt of sarcasm to this body language, but sarcasm that was tame and tired. To put it bluntly, she was done with it too.

Childish bickering did nothing constructive towards her plans, anyway - and got boring fast. She looked down to the impending ground below though without fear for it. The puddles below them pooled, and she watched their ripples with absentminded intrigue. Sighing to herself, Mabel raised her head to face forward.

❝ Well, dear brother, it seems there’s not much choice in the matter, is there? ❞ she mumbled, her voice having a tone of cold humor at his question. The gloom in it, however, implied she was not looking for a fight. Her gaze averted, and she scowled in deep thought. ❝ I suppose. As long as it’s not too loud. ❞

[iinvane]

❝ ... I could use some popcorn right about now. ❞

[iinvane]

‘ you can’t leave me. ’ [Anti-Mabes for Anti-Dip. :')]

     𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐓   𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐃   𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒.   /   𝐀.

                 𝐭𝐡𝐞     town   wouldn’t   let   her   get   away   with   this ;    she   had   done   horrible   things ;  tried   taking   over  the   world ;  left   him   behind  in   the   progress   of   becoming   an   all   powerful  god   or  whatever … &   now   she   was   telling    him   what   to   do  ?     he   was   almost   baffled   by  it.  

         𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐞   himself   ,   he   wanted   to   listen   to   her —    he   wanted   to  trust   his   sister ,   &   as   they   stood   at   the   end   of   their   dimension  —   unsure   of   what   laid   beyond —   all   the   townspeople   having   deserted   her  -   he   had   no   idea   what   to   do.    his   morals  &   his   own   emotions   crashed  together   like   waves  during   a   wild   storm.   

❛      i   trusted   you.   you   said   we’d   do   this   together.      ❜  

                     𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠   her   was   something   he   didn’t   have   enough   energy   to   do   anymore ;   if   he   did   she’d   just   end   up   backstabbing   him   again   whenever   it   was   convenient   to   her   !     they   could’ve   made  a   good   team —   they   could’ve   done   this   together.   but   instead   here   they   stand …   it’s   up   to   him   to   handle   this.     he   takes   a   few   paces   towards   her ,   feeling   his   heartbeat   thump   against   his   chest   like   a   jackhammer —  is   he   really   doing  this  ?   can   he   continue   living   without   his   other   half  ?   can   he   live   with   the   guilt   of   casting   his   own   sister   aside   ?   i   guess   they   were   just   destined   to   never   get   along   …   were   they   ?   

❛        i   hope   you   can   find   a   dimension   where   i   stuck   around.     but   it   isn’t   this   one.      ❜  

                 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐩𝐥𝐲 ,     dipper   turns   on  his   heels   —   walking   off   into   the   woods   ,   back   to   the   shack.  it   was   gonna   be  a   long   walk   back   alone ;  the   sun   was   setting ;   &   the   crickets   had   began   to   sing …  but  …   this   was   just   how   it   had   to   end.   maybe   in   alternate   realities   they   were   happier  ..  but   this   was   not   one   of   them.  

[iinvane]

anybody gonna’ talk about this?? ok ima just cry then

[iinvane]

smol psa; paz’s secondary verse ( ♔ you're a northwest. don't lose. || ﹝ v.2 ﹞ ) I consider BEFORE and DURING the events of the Northwest Manor Mystery, because that’s when the real character development kicks in and she actively wants to change herself. Then it all leads to her main verse.

[iinvane]

‘ no, you don’t get to stand there and pretend a hug makes it all okay.’ dipper to paz :)

* ᴀɴɢsᴛʏ sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀs || accepting!

@sesumyretsym​

❝ - huh? ❞

Pacifica blinked, regarding Dipper with confusion. She withdrew immediately, clutching her clasped hand with uncertainty and insecurity as she backed away, her dress trailing along the garden path. She’d managed to sneak out for some fresh air, and noted the boy returning to the party. Apparently she had the wrong instincts, acted too quickly, because he looked... very upset.

❝ Wh-what’re you talking about, Dipper? ❞