#🌲 | pine tree (rp)

[imdopperpines]

“I’m sorry, Grunkle Ford and Bill were WHAT?”

[imdopperpines]

"Heyyy, Pacifica. It's going... fine. You know, solving mysteries and stuff, and- hey, wait! It's not spooky nerd stuff, it's discovering the secrets behind Gravity Falls, and documenting different monsters and experiences and-

...Yeah, okay, I can hear it now.

Anyway, how are things with you? And how have things been with, um... with your parents? No more murderous ghosts of lumberjacks or anything?"

“Huh, Mabel told me that there was someone’s blog that I should follow on here, so whose is i-

Oh. It’s you.”

oh hey dipper, how's it going? nice to see you've got a blog for all your spooky nerd stuff lol

[imdopperpines]

"My name is Dopper. DIPPER. Dipper Pines."

This is a brand new rp blog that I'm trying out, given my returning interest in Gravity Falls after The Book of Bill's release. As of so far, I don't have any rp mutuals, but I'm open to anyone!

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Just need to lay out some information first:

Hi, I'm the mod! You can call me CC! I'm transmasc, and use he/it pronouns.

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RULES:

🌲 I, the mod, am a minor (I'm 16), and so is the character I am roleplaying as. I will not be RP-ing smut at all, and most likely not any shipping content, either. No matter what, I don't want any content regarding: i.ncest or p.edophilia (put periods in those so it hopefully doesn't show up in searches regarding those things).

🌲 I don't mind if you're a personal account, but I will most likely only be doing rp with actual rp accounts. But I'll answer asks from personal accounts/anons in character as well probably!

🌲 It's alright if your muse is also Dipper! In fact, I think that could be interesting/fun!

🌲 I'm gonna be tagging anything triggering on here as such, but if you see something I missed, please feel free to let me know! I don't want to make anyone uncomfortable!

🌲 This is my first RP blog, so I ask that you be respectful about that. I don't mind advice and such on how to better set it up/run things, just, again, please be respectful!

🌲 I will block you if I see that you are racist, sexist, homophobic, transphobic, intersexist, acephobic, arophobic, etc! I'm not afraid to block people--and will be doing so as I see fit.

🌲 This blog is first and foremost for me, as Dipper is a huge comfort character of mine, and also a character I heavily relate to. If there's something I'm not comfortable RP-ing, I won't.

🌲 I will be roleplaying Dipper as transmasc, whatever that entails. I'm transmasc, and I see a lot of my own experiences through Dipper. If you have a problem with that, don't interact with my blog.

🌲 I will probably be primarily doing multi-paragraph responses, as I tend to write a lot of information. This means responses might take varied amounts of time.

🌲 I don't mind crossovers or AUs, so long as you specify what the crossover/AU is! There are a few fandoms I probably won't respond to/interact with (v.ivziepop fandoms, primarily), but other than that, as long as I know the fandom, it's mostly open reign!

🌲 I think that's all the rules - if anyone has any suggestions for rules and such to add, I'd love to hear them!

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SPECIFIC TAGS (as of right now, might be subject to change):

#🌲 | pine tree (rp) - general roleplay tag

#🪩 | disco girl! comin through! that girl is you! (ooc) - this is for anything ooc

#🔍 | uncovering the mysteries (rb) - for reblogs

#🧢 | dipper’s thoughts (open rp) - for just random thoughts from dipper that are open to anyone to rp with

#💫 | mystery twins - for anything involving mabel

#❓ | pterodactyl bros - for anything involving soos

#📔 | the journals!!! - for anything involving ford

#🥊 | time to get to work - for anything involving stan

#👁️ | ugh. him. - for anything involving bill

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NOTE: all RP icons I use come from here: https://misery-icons.tumblr.com/dippericons

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I believe that's all! So, uh, bye!

[imdopperpines]

"Thou comest again. This is a surprise."

A great shadow is cast over Dipper as a hand of magnitude to match it reached out — this, clearly, was not a creature called a giant for nothing — but instead of snatching the boy up and doing whatever it was giants did to children in the frightful human imagination, the hand delicately held out something awfully small in comparison to itself: the Journal, the one Dipper had lost the previous day. Mind you, he'd lost it running away from Ingvar as quickly as he could... which, truly, the giant felt terrible about. He never wanted to frighten anyone.

"I was fearing you would never be returning. This... is being awfully important to you, hmm?"

"My Journal!"

Dipper snatches the Journal from the giant, clutching it tightly to his chest, and backing away. It isn't until he's put some distance (although not nearly enough, if he had anything to say about it) between the two of them that the reality of the situation hits him.

He's still alive?

And- and this giant just gave him his Journal back.

"I- I, um, yeah, I returned," he mumbles, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. Maybe he was a little quick to judge, yesterday. "Sorry for. Um. Running away from you screaming and stuff."

In the inner depths of his mind, a small voice whispers the familiar warning written by the Author and repeated throughout the many pages of the Journal. Trust no one.

Dipper's grip tightens on the Journal until the binding creaks beneath his fingers. Trust no one. Trust no one.

But... he's never met a giant before. An actual real-life giant! He's met so many strange things since arriving in Gravity Falls, but nothing like a giant. And, from what he can remember, he's never seen one mentioned within the pages of the Journal, either. Maybe the Author had met one and written it down in the first or second Journals, but he wouldn't know, since he only has the third.

And maybe if this giant has met the Author, Dipper could find out some information! Even if he hasn't, he could do his own research, too! Maybe he could start recording some of the anomalies in Gravity Falls, starting with this giant!

"I'm- I'm Dipper, by the way," he says, before he can put any further thought into the idea. "I don't think I got your name, with the whole 'running-and-screaming-thing' yesterday."

Talking to the giant doesn't mean trusting him, Dipper tells himself. I'll just make sure to be extra careful.

[imdopperpines]

Dipper you may enjoy Hackett's quarry

"Hackett's Quarry...? I've never heard of that before. Let me see.... Hm, says here that it's a summer camp, with lots of rumors of supernatural creatures surrounding its history? Huh, that kind of sounds like Gravity Falls. Weird. Maybe I'll convince Grunkle Stan and Grunkle Ford to let us go check it out! There's probably a lot of cool things for us to research there!"

[imdopperpines]

"Woah, you made this?"

Dipper glances down at the sweater Mabel put on him, his eyebrows raising in surprise. Whatever he'd been expecting when she said she had a surprise planned for him--this wasn't it. It even has a pine tree on it, matching the one on his hat, just like she'd said.

His gaze lifts to meet his sister's--who seems to be eagerly awaiting his response, and he smiles. "It looks great, Mabel," he tells her. "How long did it take you to make this?"

@imdopperpines liked for a starter

"Okay close your eyes your surprise is coming!" Once her brother's eyes were properly closed she took the sweater she'd been making him and pulled it over his body. Even helping his hands get throw the arms holes. "Ta da! I made you a sweater! So now we're matching. I have my shooting star one and you have your pine tree one. Isn't it great?"

[imdopperpines]

Another... another me? How is this possible?

”…What?”

Dipper’s eyes widen, and he takes an instinctive step backwards. This isn’t the first time he’s dealt with a copy of himself (that time he copied himself using Grunkle Stan’s printer and when they had to fight that shapeshifter come to mind first), but those times had reasons. Explanations.

This has neither of those things. And yet, there’s this feeling in his chest, telling him that this isn’t a trick. Except—

(What if this is Bill? a small voice in the back of his head whispers, and Dipper’s shoulders stiffen. He could be trying to use a different angle to trick me, after possessing me failed.)

“You’re… really me?” he asks, unable to cover the hint of suspicion in his tone. Against his better judgement, Dipper takes a small step forward, narrowing his eyes at his double. No yellow eyes or narrowed pupils, he notes, but that doesn’t mean that this isn’t Bill. I should be careful.

And even if this isn’t Bill, it would be good to get a backstory, to know how this happened. (And, okay, he can’t deny he’s kind of really curious. Maybe this other him knows things he hasn’t found out yet! Or maybe having two hims would mean being able to solve the mysteries of Gravity Falls so much easier!) “How did you get here? There- I’ve never seen anything in the Journal about alternative versions of a person—other than shapeshifters, and the only shapeshifter I know if safely locked up—, and I don’t think you’re a printed copy of me. …you’re not a printed copy of me, right?”

[imdopperpines]

"Hey dude! Are you gonna finish your french fries?"

"My- wha?"

Dipper glances down at his plate, realizing he had just been picking at his fries for the last twenty minutes or so, too focused on what he'd been reading to actually finish eating them.

"Oh, no, you can go ahead, Soos," he says, sliding the plate over and shutting his book. "Have at them."

[imdopperpines]

“You… what?"

Dipper stares at his twin, his entire face scrunched up in bewilderment. His mouth opens and closes a few times, as if he's not quite sure what to say in response.

Once Mabel's statement fully sets in, he sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose in a tired sort of gesture he's almost one-hundred percent sure he's picked up from their Grunkle Stan. "No, no, of course you do. I don't even know why I get surprised anymore."

He almost wants to check if it's edible glitter, just to make sure that Mabel isn't consuming actual glitter, but for whatever reason, Dipper doesn't think he'll like the answer. (He's not even sure if glitter even can hurt Mabel at this point--she's practically made of the stuff.)

Instead, he asks, "Is that why I've been randomly finding glitter all over our bedroom?"

"I put edible glitter in all my drinks. That way it's always delicious and pretty."

[imdopperpines]

“…what do you mean, ‘just now’? Mabel. Mabel, what does that mean? Are you saying you knew?”

“I’m sorry, Grunkle Ford and Bill were WHAT?”

[imdopperpines]

"You- You're welcome? Are you sure you didn't hit your head or something at that party? I don't think I've ever heard you say the words 'thank you' together in one sentence.

Also. Um. Sorry again, about the... the things I said at the party."

“Huh, Mabel told me that there was someone’s blog that I should follow on here, so whose is i-

Oh. It’s you.”

oh hey dipper, how's it going? nice to see you've got a blog for all your spooky nerd stuff lol

[imdopperpines]

"Well, it keeps getting on my bed," Dipper points out, crossing his arms. "Last week, I woke up with a mouthful of glitter! I couldn't stop coughing it up the whole day! Eugh, it's like I can still taste it!"

He makes a face and sticks his tongue out, shuddering. By now, he's more than used to his sister's shenanigans and the results that usually come from them. But that doesn't make dealing with them any more fun. "Seriously, Mabel, it's like the glitter just goes everywhere."

"I put edible glitter in all my drinks. That way it's always delicious and pretty."

[imdopperpines]

"No, of course not. I think it would take the end of the world for that to even be remotely possible. Besides, I'm pretty sure Mabel's already got claim over adding you into her 'best friends list' alongside Candy and Grenda, so...."

“Huh, Mabel told me that there was someone’s blog that I should follow on here, so whose is i-

Oh. It’s you.”

oh hey dipper, how's it going? nice to see you've got a blog for all your spooky nerd stuff lol

[imdopperpines]

"Oof-"

Dipper stumbles slightly with the addition of Mabel's weight. He wraps his arms around his twin, holding her as tightly as he can.

"I love you too," he says, and he reminds himself that this is real. It's not some vision conjured up, or his mind playing a trick on him. It's real, they're real. They're alive.

They're alive.

“I’m sorry, Grunkle Ford and Bill were WHAT?”

[imdopperpines]

Now that Dipper was no longer screaming in fear and panic as he had the day prior, his curiosity had the space to grow. It coiled around his stomach and into his chest, before clenching onto his heart like a vice. Once more, his hand snaked upward, scratching at the back of his neck in a gesture that was more self-soothing than it was to relieve any sort of itch (except, maybe, that persistent itch of fascination, of the desire to ask and observe and learn and know).

"It's, um, it's nice to meet you, Ing... Ingvar." He stumbled on the pronunciation, the combination of a pre-teen's changing voice and an awkward uncertainty proving, as usual, troublesome. At least out here in the forest there was no Mabel or Grunkle Stan to make fun of him for it.

Would it be rude, Dipper wondered, if he were to ask this giant—Ingvar—all of the questions burning in his mind? Probably, although it wasn't as though he had ever cared all that much about 'being rude' before. And Ingvar seemed, for whatever reason, to have some sort of inclination to speak to him (although he may have just been being presumptuous to think that).

Where would he even begin? There were so many things he wanted to know—where had Ingvar come from, had he always been in Gravity Falls, was he the only one of his kind, had he ever met the author, could he tell Dipper who the author was, and a whole multitude of whos and whats and wheres and whys and hows.

(And even then, as that scholarly eagerness for answers raged in his mind, he could not shake the creeping sensation of unease. Since arriving in Gravity Falls for the first time, Dipper had grown used to the feeling of being watched at all times. It was pervasive and uncomfortable, but it was familiar.

This was not entirely different. Actually, if asked, he might even say it was all too similar, just dialed up about a hundred times more. And yet, as he studied the giant in front of him—Ingvar, who seemed far kinder than a majority of the strange beings he'd come across thus far, and who had not only not killed him, but also returned his (well, not his, but by this point he felt it may as well be) journal, when he could have destroyed it or blackmailed Dipper for it or gotten him to pay an exuberant amount of money in order to have it returned (perhaps he was spending too much time around Grunkle Stan, if his first instinct was to believe that someone would rather scam him out of his (non-existent) cash than simply return his property)—, Dipper began to wonder if maybe it wasn't Ingvar who was putting him at ill ease after all. This was his first time meeting the giant, and that feeling of being watched had formed barely moments after stepping off the bus and into Gravity Falls for the first time.)

"Are you from Gravity Falls?" he finally asked, when the silence between him and Ingvar was growing just a little too loud for his liking. (Huh. Dipper had always been fond of the quiet—had craved it ever since he was a little kid, actually. He supposed somewhere along the line, his twin sister's hyperness and the constant chaos of the Mystery Shack had begun to change his mind, so that it felt more wrong to be without noise than to be with it). This question, out of all the ones he had, felt the most harmless. And maybe it could reveal a little more about Gravity Falls. The Author wrote that much of the world's strangeness and anomalies centered around the town, but that didn't necessarily mean that it was the only place anomalies could come from. And since he had never seen Ingvar mentioned in the Journal (at least in Journal 3—it could be that he was listened in either Journals 1 or 2 somewhere, but Dipper only had so much information to work with), it couldn't hurt to ask, right?

Dipper bit his tongue in order to stop any further questions from slipping out as he eagerly (and not as subtly as he thought) awaited Ingvar's reply.

And what if he lies? You read the Journal, you saw what the Author said. Trust no one, trust no one, trust no one, trust no one.

"Thou comest again. This is a surprise."

A great shadow is cast over Dipper as a hand of magnitude to match it reached out — this, clearly, was not a creature called a giant for nothing — but instead of snatching the boy up and doing whatever it was giants did to children in the frightful human imagination, the hand delicately held out something awfully small in comparison to itself: the Journal, the one Dipper had lost the previous day. Mind you, he'd lost it running away from Ingvar as quickly as he could... which, truly, the giant felt terrible about. He never wanted to frighten anyone.

"I was fearing you would never be returning. This... is being awfully important to you, hmm?"

"My Journal!"

Dipper snatches the Journal from the giant, clutching it tightly to his chest, and backing away. It isn't until he's put some distance (although not nearly enough, if he had anything to say about it) between the two of them that the reality of the situation hits him.

He's still alive?

And- and this giant just gave him his Journal back.

"I- I, um, yeah, I returned," he mumbles, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. Maybe he was a little quick to judge, yesterday. "Sorry for. Um. Running away from you screaming and stuff."

In the inner depths of his mind, a small voice whispers the familiar warning written by the Author and repeated throughout the many pages of the Journal. Trust no one.

Dipper's grip tightens on the Journal until the binding creaks beneath his fingers. Trust no one. Trust no one.

But... he's never met a giant before. An actual real-life giant! He's met so many strange things since arriving in Gravity Falls, but nothing like a giant. And, from what he can remember, he's never seen one mentioned within the pages of the Journal, either. Maybe the Author had met one and written it down in the first or second Journals, but he wouldn't know, since he only has the third.

And maybe if this giant has met the Author, Dipper could find out some information! Even if he hasn't, he could do his own research, too! Maybe he could start recording some of the anomalies in Gravity Falls, starting with this giant!

"I'm- I'm Dipper, by the way," he says, before he can put any further thought into the idea. "I don't think I got your name, with the whole 'running-and-screaming-thing' yesterday."

Talking to the giant doesn't mean trusting him, Dipper tells himself. I'll just make sure to be extra careful.

[imdopperpines]

Dipper knows that tone in his twin's voice.

Mabel doesn't like talking about her guilt, but that doesn't mean he hasn't learned how to pick up on the signs that she's feeling it.

"Mabel..." He reaches over to take her hand and squeezes it tightly in his own.

I'm sorry, he thinks. I should have told you about the rift. I shouldn't have said I would take on that apprenticeship. I should have realized that you were hurting sooner.

He says: "Bill can't hurt us anymore. He's gone. He can't hurt us or anyone else."

(It's easy to say, but much harder to believe. They can say he's gone as many times as they want, but when Mabel wakes up screaming in the middle of the night or Dipper's goes quiet and trembles so hard he nearly drops whatever he's holding at the time, it doesn't make a difference.

Gone doesn't mean a thing when Bill is still alive and well in their memories, haunting their every moment, awake and asleep.)

“I’m sorry, Grunkle Ford and Bill were WHAT?”