#dipper yaps

[dipperscavern]

i’m chewing on my FUCKING WALLS

(GUNSHOTS) (TIRES SCREECHING) (CAR CRASH) (EXPLOSION) (GLASS BREAKING) (BOOM) (DISTANT YELLING) “REPORTING LIVE FROM THE SCENE—“ (SIRENS) (PEOPLE SCREAMING) “MY LEG! MY LEG—“

[doodlesofapinetree]

So I’ve started compiling references in the canvas to help me replicate the style better, since sometimes it doesn’t look how I want it to, and uh

Uh oh.

I’m normal about him guys, I swear

[0rb1s]

I always forget that Dippers name isn't even Dipper.

That's a fucking nickname. A NICKNAME

And every time I'm reminded that his name is actually MASON I'm surprised, because I remember that Diller isn't his real name, but I can never actually remember what his actual name even is.

[emeraldspiral]

if you've watched Gravity Falls, how do you think a crossover with Invader Zim would be? Would Dib try to summon Bill Cipher to catch Zim? How would that backfire? Zim maybe follows Dib to Gravity Falls. Also, I think maybe unlike Dib, Dipper and Mabel would like to befriend Zim even if he's an alien, tho' Zim would push them away or be scared of they knowing he's an alien, while Zim denies everything and Dib tries to expose him; also Mabel being friendly with everyone and maybe the voice of reason (because she's neither straight nor a man xD), Ford being the father wishes he had also maybe Dib venting to Dipper how Dipper and Mabel are better siblings than him and Gaz. Also that crashed UFO. I can see both Dib AND Zim wanting to explore that place. Dib because it’s a crashed alien ship and Zim because he knows how rare alien life is in this part of the galaxy and he wants to know what exactly came here. Ending with Dipper forced to leave, because I think he'd love to stay in a place so full of paranormal, but he can at least get a way to stay in contact with Dipper (as a treat) and he finally gets a human friend by his age. Sorry for yapping too much.

I think IZ and GF have different rules in play. In IZ, everyone is terminally stupid except Dib and no one's allowed to see through Zim except for him. But in GF, nobody's as stupid as the average Zim character, and plenty of people are allowed to recognize and admit that the paranormal exists. Dipper is basically the Dib of his universe, so it'd be really OOC for him to either not see that Zim is an alien or not believe Dib about him being a hostile alien.

I could see a scenario where Dib knows Zim is at GF, but hasn't found him yet, bumps into Dipper, they hit it off and he believes Dib about Zim. Meanwhile, Zim runs into Mabel. She recognizes that he's an alien immediately, but Zim pretends to be benevolent and she buys it and he becomes her new Crush of the Week. She doesn't believe Dipper and Dib when they finally meet up to warn her about Zim, because she's been with him all day and he's been "nothing but a perfect gentlemen". But then Zim inevitably shows his true colors and Mabel gets her heart broken once again, but then she switches to Dib as the target of her affections after seeing the way he handled that alien jerk who lied and messed with her feelings.

Dib, upon meeting Bill absolutely would fail to heed Dipper's warnings because he overestimates how much of a threat Zim is and his own ability to outsmart Bill.

Because GF's world is softer than IZ's and we're playing by their rules since the story's taking place on their turf, the ending wouldn't be super harsh on Dib. Dipper and Mabel would save him and he'd feel like an ass for not listening to Dipper after Dipper was the first person to ever listen to him. But Dipper would forgive him, recognizing that he was just desperate to stop Zim and thought he was doing the right thing. Overall, Dib would really enjoy his time in GF, but knows he can't stay there because duty calls him to return to his city to keep watch over Zim, but maybe he dreams of moving there after he graduates because it's basically his idea of paradise.

[gravityfallscustomplush]

Stan- "Ok kids open your eyes!"

Mabel- "Oh wow this place has more lily pads than water!"

Stan- "Alright everyone together for a family photo."

Stan- "Ok Mabel this is how you cast a line."

Mabel- "Oooooo"

Ford- "Stanley are we doing this right?"

Stan - "Yap, lookin good Sixer!"

Stan- "Alright, how about a boat ride around the lake?"

Dipper- "Oh wow really?"

Stan- "Did you guys have a good birthday?"

Dipper and Mabel - "The best birthday!"

[eljeebee]

I wanted to construct the bathrooms south east asian style (I FORGOT TO DOWNLOAD THE PAIL LMAOOO anyways the SEA styled bathroom CCs can be found here)

But then I remembered, the landlady, Luzviminda Covey, is an immigrant and I think her house's overall aesthetic might lean more on the country she's living in, so I removed the water tiled basin (or reservoir???)

Instead I placed it here in the master bathroom:

Complete with a tabo (dipper), but I'll change the basin with the water pail instead the next time I open up my game. Luz might try fitting her home's estetik aesthetic in the current country she's living in, but she needs that tabo and timba (pail), you'll never see her using toilet papers!!!!!!!!!!

Thinking why there's no toilet paper in the bathrooms? Because water from the basin/pail + tabo, is enough to wash your bum clean.

Also bidets (it's also downloadable from the same link above)! If you haven't noticed, there's also a bidet in the first pic behind the toilet on the left bathroom.

Anyways, enough yapping!!!! I have to practice coding!!!!

[allamericanb-tch]

things me and my siblings quote literally every day

do you wear wigs 

bad orange 

grrr gimme that.. i’m joking 

am i doing it? feels like im doing it 

brother eughh 

mom turn around

his face is so generic it matches every other face in our database

you have done that yourself

i am le tired 

into town for some ice cREAM

a single grain of rice can tip the scale

what’s wrong with you stupido

is it… shut your yap??? 

you lie.. why do you lie 

honey i’m dean 

how long is this going to take 

the evil thing is a gruesome beast 

bag check for dippers eyes 

bye bye

the star is out 

you just tweeted i hate brussels 

being spider man is so easy 

chicken

a cheat a cheat that’s what you are 

omg i just love your matching dresses! really?? noo!!!!

pizza pizza go in tummy me so hungy me so hungy

hallo

arms extendo 

ah that’s good joe 

i really want some miso soup

hey where’s spatula

[whynotfanventure]

Dipper: Talk to Grunkle Stan [189]

"Hey, kids." Stan notices the twins, Soos and the rich brat entering the scene. "I guess this is your doing."

Dipper was a little shaken, "well… yeah, there's a lot going on and I'm sorry,"

"We prototyped a gnome!" Mabel added proudly

And just in time, the gnome Kernelsprite enters the scene.

"You're just lucky I managed to improvise." Stan pointed out, "I don't like all this weird stuff interfering with my business."

"You're seriously not going to ask about that thing over there?"

"Shut your yaps!" Stan pointed at the blonde, "just take this whatever this is or put it somewhere else."

"Well, we don't know how heavy it is…" Dipper said, looking at the device in front of him, "it looks… really big…"

===>

[itsthemysterykids]

The Mystery Kids finally deal with their anger issues

Mabel: From now on we're not gonna have any more anger amongst us, okay?

Dipper: Then tell Lili to quit drawing pictures of me with my hair on fire!

Lili: Don't censure my art! Tell Neil to stop overwatering my plants!

Neil: I said I was sorry!

Wybie: NO MORE ANGER! *They stop arguing* ... Okay. The psychologist wants us to try an exercise called role reversal, where we pretend to be the person who makes us angry. I'll go first. *Twang accent* "Don't listen to Wybie, guys. He's lame and totally annoying. Ignore him and only listen to me, Coraline!”

Coraline: "I'm Wybie. Yap, yap, yap! I’m always talking! Blah, blah, blah! Boring mechanic words! I’m a mechanic who wears a ton of black even though I’m not an emo!”

Lili: "I'm the male twin. I'm well-read and use big words I don’t understand, but I'm not above chewing pens and spitting out the ink."

Dipper: "I'm a pompous little antichrist who enjoys setting things on fire."

*The next day, Coraline is in the kitchen getting a Pitt Cola from the fridge. She sets it on the table and smashes it open with a mallet as Raz walks in*

Raz: Whoa, Coraline, calm down!

Coraline: I'm sick of these anger-management techniques! They're not working!

Raz: What about writing angry letters and not sending them?

Coraline: ... I wasn't supposed to send those?

*In the living room, the Mystery Kids are reading letters*

Norman: "Dear Norman. For the first two weeks, I thought you had a porcupine resting on your head.” Coraline!

Mabel: "Dear Mabel. Get out." Oh, that's nice.

Wybie: Mine just says "Dear Wybie." And after that, it looks like someone just spit on the paper. You got somethin' to say to me?!

Coraline: Yeah! PS: *Gathers spit in her throat* Hold on a sec. Hold on.

Norman: Relax! Everybody, relax. I was hoping it wouldn't come to this, but we need to get our anger under control before we kill each other. *He pulls a capsule out of his hoodie pocket* My psychiatrist gave me these mood elevators. I think they could help even us out.

Wybie: We're not taking pills. It's not natural.

Neil: Neither is dying your weird white hairs chestnut brown!

Wybie: Give us the damn pills!

*A moment later, The Mystery Kids are sitting on the floor, looking out of it as they blissfully listen to a song on Mabel’s phone*

Lili: Oh my God, guys… We played this song five times.

Coraline: *Chuckles* What? That’s why I remember all the words!

Mystery Kids: *Laughing*

Norman: Wanna hear something really funny? Those pills I gave you were placebos. Sugar pills. *Chuckles*

Raz: Are you telling me I just listened to Ladysmith Black Mambazo for nothing?

Mabel: Did it kill you to be multicultural for a minute?!

Raz: I died a little inside, yes. You happy now?

Mabel: Don't you use that tone of voice, you-

Raz: What were you gonna say? Idiot?

Wybie: Ignoramus?

Coraline: Moron?

Dipper: Coldplay fan?

Mabel: How about all of the above?!

Raz: How's this for a name? "Pony Express is in. What have you got for me, Joe? Let me see. It's here somewhere. Here we are. A big bag of gullible pills for Mabel!”

*Mabel punches him in the face*

Raz: You... You just hit me.

Mabel: That's right!

*Raz tries to punch her back, but she ducks and he hits Coraline in the face*

Coraline: You can’t hit me! I’m a girl!

Raz: Sometimes I wonder. *Wybie kicks him in the knee and he falls to the floor in pain* Kicking, Wyborne?

Wybie: Ha! Hurts, doesn't it?!

Raz: You tell me! *He kicks Wybie in the ankle, and he retaliates by tackling him to the floor*

Coraline: Go, Wybie! Kick his ass!

Lili: Shut up! *Shoves her*

Coraline: You did not just shove me! Aaagh! *She tackles Lili to the floor and pulls on her hair*

*Wybie throws Raz down from the stairs, then Raz uses his telekinesis to throw the lamp at his head, making Wybie tumble down. Mabel grabs a chair and hits Neil in the back of the head, then hits Norman. Lili bashes Coraline’s head against the floor a few times until Mabel pushes her over, then punches her in the face. Neil flips Dipper over his shoulder, then kicks him. Norman runs around the room while Raz chases him and throws objects at him. Wybie then grabs a painting off the wall, and hits Neil with it, making his head go through the canvas. The painting happens to be a picture of a fat horse. Wybie sees this and laughs, along with Neil, then the other Mystery Kids cease their fighting and laugh at Neil’s predicament*

Lili: Heh. That felt pretty good.

Norman: Yeah...

*Raz punches Dipper in the face, and the fight starts again*

[dipperscavern]

i hate when people like a drabble/thing i wrote that i hate 😭😭 don’t get me wrong i love and appreciate the support but EUGH

i like recoil a bit. like i’m so sorry u had to see that 😭😭

[doodlesofapinetree]

Hey! I'm really interested about your au of insane dipper or bill controling dipper (idk the name of the au sorry). Can you tell me more about it? Is super interesting!

You're talking about this, right?

It's,, it's not an au...

I mean. You can join. If you want. It's on disboard. The host of the rp/server owner is here on tumblr, too. They're @milktoast-femboy if you wish to contact them (sorry for the ping, Simon)

And idk if I can talk ab him outside of the server or if I want to, but I do have similar au(s?) on my main, @astralphobia! Just look at the pinned post!

In the meanwhile, have some more doodles of him under the . The thing.

Oh and I made a lil edit of him

it had to be from sock opera bc how else am I gonna get a screenshot of dipper grinning like a lil shit

[toothpastecanyon]

A Name From the Mailbox, Chapter 2

Dipper finds out the author's name before Not What He Seems. It's not the person he expected.

See most updated version on Archive of Our Own.

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The Gravity Falls Public Library. Dipper didn’t find himself going here as often as he’d thought he would. Sure, there were books, but whoever the librarian was they certainly weren’t stacking them in any kind of system; it was impossible to find anything you were looking for besides dusty magazines heaped up on coffee tables.

But for all the library’s shortcomings, it did have one thing the Shack didn’t. It had computers.

“Is that a dial up sound, Dipper?”

He shrugged at his sister. “Maybe? I dunno what that sounds like.” He sat back. “Wish it’d load faster. Ugh, I swear these things are cursed to be slow or something like that.”

“Oooo, curses!”

“Just need to wait for it to load…” Dipper took out a notebook. “If I can’t have the journal, fine. I don’t need that. I don’t need him. I’ll find it out myself.”

“You’re muttering, bro bro.” Mabel poked his face. “So what’re we looking up, anyway? I thought you said all the websites for magic stuff are ‘unnacurate’ and ‘disturbing’.”

“It’s innacurate actually, Mabel.” He pushed her hand away as the computer finally loaded. “And I’m not looking for Gravity Falls stuff. I’m looking for Stan.”

“What’s he doing on the internet? I don’t think he knows what it is.”

Dipper started typing. “No, but maybe we can find out something about him on there.”

“Ooo, like secrets!”

“Yeah, like secrets.” Dipper made a face as he put in ‘Mystery Shack Gravity Falls’ and got a few sites with mixed reviews. “Oh you gotta look at this, Mabel. Someone wrote, ‘A friend recommended I bring my family here. We spent five minutes inside, and in that time the owner charged an exorbitant entrance fee, scared my children with some horrific taxidermied duck-rat thing, and then made up some fake ‘early exit charge’ when we tried to leave! We are pretty sure he picked our pockets too, but the police in this town are useless. I’m out a wallet and a friend.”

Mabel giggled. “I’m pretty sure Stan has no idea about these! Oh, this one’s from when I was boss! Ahem, ‘The last time I was here an old man was giving the tour, but when we came by the manager appeared to be a young girl. Everything appeared to be slightly destroyed too? When I asked for a refund because part of the roof fell on me, she told me to shut my yap. Other than that, great as always. Love the money bag.” She gave a fist pump. “Aww yes, I got us a five out of five! Let’s read more, this is fun!”

“Actually, Mabel, we’ve gotta keep looking.”

“Awww.”

Dipper tapped on the keyboard. “Okay, I guess the Mystery Shack doesn’t turn up much. How about… just his name?”

He typed that in, and sat back as it loaded.

“Alright, Stan. Let’s see what you’re hiding…”

______________________________________________________________

It was late at night when Stan snuck his way back into the Shack. He opened the front door as quietly as he could, and shut it behind himself, making a face at every creek. He took off his black mask, his leather gloves, and stashed them under the register before moving to the blinds. He kept a close eye on the parking lot as he drew them closed; it didn’t look like he’d been followed.

Ugh. Stan didn’t like messing with the feds, but it wasn’t like anyone else had any radioactive waste handy. He’d scope out the place a few more times, just to be safe… but that was for another night.

With a big sigh, Stan headed over to the vending machine. He raised his arm to input the code, but something told him to look around first. His eye caught on a small darkness on the base of the staircase, and he paused a second before pressing the code for a candy bar. He picked it up, unwrapped it, and munched on it as he headed for the living room.

“Grunkle Stan.”

There it is. He turned on the light.

“Oh, hey Dipper. Having fun standing in the dark like that?”

Dipper had his arms crossed. “You’re out late.”

“Yeah, ’cause I’m old and I do what I want.” He sank into the chair. “What’s up, kid? If you’re gonna ask for your journal back you’re gonna be disappointed.”

“No, that’s not why I’m here.” He pointed to a large stack of papers on the side table. “I found this.”

“Huh? Oh, you didn’t use the copier, did you? Paper’s expensive, kid.”

“No, I printed it out at the library.” He made a face. “It was like twenty dollars. Now look!”

“Ugh, I already sat down, kid. Can’t we- Oof!” He grunted as the pile was dumped in his lap. “Watch it, that’s a lot of paper! You’re gonna have to summarise whatever this is, because I am not-”

“It’s your thesis, Grunkle Stan!”

Grunkle Stan paused, and looked up at Dipper. He looked very, very serious, and he came a step closer.

“Well?”

“Well… well what? Thesis?” Stan tried to stand up, but the papers kept him down. “I don’t know what you mean, Dipper. Seriously, I’ve never seen this before in my life-”

“You wrote it!”

“What?”

“Look!” He grabbed the top page and stabbed a finger at the author line. “Stanford Pines! All summer long you said you didn’t even go to college, but you’ve got a PhD! You wrote a thesis about anomalous sightings in the western United States! Admit it - you are the author!”

Stan found himself shrinking back; he had a bad feeling he wasn’t going to be able to brush this off. “Wh-where’d you even get that from?”

“I found your college online. Apparently they’re still writing about your thesis since it’s the only nationally ranked one in their history.” Dipper clicked his pen. “You’re, you’re a genius, Grunkle Stan! I-I have so many questions, like why didn’t you tell us? Why’d you stop writing the journals? Where are the other two?”

“I… I…” He took a deep breath. He had to get control of this. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, ki-”

“Oh come on-”

“I don’t! Look, there’s obviously been some kind of mix up, it’s not like Stan Pines is a rare name-”

“Already thought of that.” Dipper held up an article. “I found this piece about how you used your grant money to build the Mystery Shack. It’s even got a photo - it’s you.”

It was a gutpunch to see Stanford’s college photo shoved in his face, but he tried to swallow it. “Kid-”

“I don’t understand why you won’t just admit it. I know you don’t want us messing with the supernatural, but all summer long I’ve been reading your journal, trying to solve the mysteries of this town. The author was a huge one - I-I was kind of worried I’d never find out, or I’d find out he was dead or something, but it’s you!” He grinned. “And now I know, we can work together! You don’t have to keep pretending! You can trust me with this!”

Stan looked down at his nephew’s face, and gave a deep sigh. There was no easy way out of this. With a bit of struggle, he hefted the thesis off his lap and onto the floor, then put a hand on Dipper’s shoulder.

“Dipper, listen. I’m not the author.” Stan saw him open his mouth and quickly continued. “I’m not, okay? I know you like your mysteries, but just this once, could you please just take my word on this one?” He made a face. “I don’t want you or your sister getting hurt. So just forget about it, okay?”

Dipper frowned at him, and for a moment Stan didn’t think that was gonna work - it was a long shot, anyway. But then something seemed to click in his mind, and he stepped back.

“Forget…” he said. “Grunkle Stan, do you know about the Society of the Blind Eye?”

“The what?”

“It’s-“ He reached under his arm and rolled his eyes when he realized there was no journal. “Ugh, I’ll draw it.”

He grabbed a paper from the pile and started sketching something out. Stan stood there, a little confused.

“Sounds like a cult. Did you join a cult? Ugh, your folks are gonna kill me.”

“It’s this!” Dipper shoved a paper in his face - a crossed out eye, a symbol Stan remembered seeing somewhere in the journals. “Have you seen this before?”

“Kid-”

“Ugh, that doesn’t prove anything, though. You might’ve forgotten that too.” He clicked his pen, and then took off for the stairs. “I’ll be back!”

“Where do you think you’re going?” Stan called out, but he was already gone. He threw his hands up in the air. “Great. Perfect. Hey, can you come back down and explain what all that was? Dipper?”

No reply. Stan frowned; he made to follow, but his foot caught on the stack of papers. He caught himself on the wall, and turned back to look at the scattered pile. Each page was lit by TV static, stark white in the light, and pitch black in the shadows. He narrowed his eyes at that picture of Stanford, that stupid thesis.

“Fine.” He gave the mess a kick and stalked into the gift shop. “Fine.”

Dipper wasn’t going to stumble into this so close to the finish line. He’d worked too hard for too long. If the kid was so intent on figuring him out, he’d just have to work faster.

He gave a long look around before entering the code. The venting machine swung open with a puff of air, and he shut it quickly behind him before marching down the steps.

No more scoping out. It was time to finish the job.

[fereality-indy]

Special Delivery

*Dipper and Stan have been sealed into a crate* Stan: Now quit your yapping, I have to formulate a plan! Dipper: Already got one. *pounds on the side of the crate* HELP! SOMEBODY HELP! Stan: That's not a plan. Dipper: Not the boss of me. *keeps pounding* HELP!

[portalstan]

“Am I going crazy? Would I even know?” [ canon!dip :))) ]

some ask meme somewhere probably

     ...It wasn’t often that Dipper would willingly let him know a little bit of what was going on in that noggin of his. Less often  ( never )  where Stanley felt like he knew what he could say. Apparently because of a lifetime of  ‘ repressing ’  and  ‘ toxic masculinity ’,  or whatever it was Mabel kept yapping on about.

     But he owed the kid to at least try.     Not when the whole reason why Dipper might even be thinking such crap was because of him, if only he’d lied a bit better —

“ Eh, if you ask me, kid. You’ve got a better head on those tiny shoulders of yours than most of the suckers out there who fit the whole normal shtick like a glove. ”    did that even make sense? 

“ And like, come on, what even is crazy?  If I had a nickel for every time I’d been called crazy, I’d be swimming in gold right now! If you ask me, crazy’s just some kind of conspiracy invented by people who can’t deal with seeing other people being dealt worse hands and yet doing better than them. A classic con. ”

     His rambles halted, he stood unsure while fidgeting with his cuffs. Come on, Stan. You owed the kid better than that. Another breath of hesitation before he knelt down so that he was facing Dipper; putting a hand on the kid’s shoulder in a hopefully reassuring matter..

“ ...but hey. If you’re not sure, you can always talk to me if you feel like you need reassurance. And if you ask Poindexter, he could hook you up with a list of scientific tricks or spooky spells or something to confirm things for sure. Heck, I could go do it for you right now; been meaning to go down and get him out of his nerd cave. ”

[a-mad-scientist-approaches]

The Fluff Pup

My contribution to Maybel 2018, Week 1: Animals.

Werewolf AU! I’ve wanted to write this for a while.

Part 2    Part 3    Part 4

AO3

Mabel sat eagerly bouncing on the edge of her bed, watching the forest through the attic window. The full moon would appear any minute now.

“Mabel, would you stop it?” Dipper said irritably.

“Sorry, Dip Dop,” Mabel smiled at him. “But no, I won’t stop it. It feels like forever since I’ve seen the fluff pup!”

“Not this again,” said Dipper wearily.

“Yes, this again! ‘The fluff pup’!” Mabel spread her hands and moved them in a rainbow shape above her head. “Because that’s what you look like when you do your thing. It’s much better than ‘werewolf’. That’s boring. It’s literally just ‘manwolf’. Fluff pup adds illustration.”

“We don’t know any other werewolves though.” Dipper tried to reason. “Maybe not all of them are fluffy. Definitely not all of them are puppies.”

Mabel held up a finger. “That’s where you’re wrong, bro-bro. All dogs are puppies. And a wolf is basically a dog, and a werewolf turns into a wolf. In conclusion: you are a puppy. Sometimes. Also, you’re not fully grown, so you are actually a puppy as well. I suppose werepuppy might be acceptable . . .”

“It’s a pity the Journal doesn’t have anything on werewolves.” Dipper said, grabbing it and flipping obsessively through, like he had been all day. “When I found it, I thought there might actually be a cure.”

He looked so crestfallen. Mabel slowed her bouncing until it ceased completely.

She loved her brother: it didn’t matter what shape he was. If it had been her, she would have been ecstatic. Becoming an animal? How cool was that!

Dipper wasn’t like her though. He was lonely having no one who could really relate to him, no matter how hard Mabel tried.

He was okay enough with the whole thing once he got used to it. He’d been pretty freaked out the first time he Changed, but Mabel found that, really, he was like any other animal – just a bit more magicky than normal. He wouldn’t hurt anyone unless he was pushed to. However, he still worried. The first time, he’d been paranoid that he would hurt someone, and terrified that it would be Mabel, until they discovered that some instincts ran very deep indeed: there was no way he would ever harm his sister. If Mabel was around, he behaved exactly how he looked: like a fluff pup.

Tonight was their first full moon in Gravity Falls though. Their first full moon away from home. They didn’t know how he would react when his rationality disappeared and his instincts took over in an unfamiliar environment. Dipper had been badgering her all day about restraint precautions (which Mabel had flatly refused), back-up plans (which she had listened to for his peace of mind), and readily available supplies of meat (which she had stored under her bed). Mabel was entirely confident that this would go exactly the same as usual. Dipper wasn’t.

He cracked his knuckles anxiously, eyes flitting between the window and the Journal.

“It’s just like falling asleep.” He muttered. “Falling asleep after a lot of growing pains, and itchiness, and sensory overstimulation.” He groaned. “This is going to be fun.”

“It will be for me!” Mabel said cheerfully. “You never want to play catch,”

“Yes I do,” said Dipper, mildly offended.

“But not with your mouth. Proper catch, Dipper.” Mabel said, as though this was obvious. “When you’re a fluff pup, you understand me.”

“Stop calling me a fluff pup! I am not fluffy, nor a puppy! I’m a werewolf, I’m scary, I could kill someone!”

“Nah.” said Mabel airily. “That’s just a myth.”

“We thought werewolves were a myth, Mabel!”

Mabel gasped as an idea struck her. “Do you want me to get Gompers up here? You could have an animal buddy!”

“Mabel, I might eat Gompers,”

“Nah.” She responded again. Then she turned thoughtful. “Gompers might chew on you a bit, though,”

Dipper was about to loose another agitated reply, when a white light shone through the window and illuminated the side of his face. The Moon had risen.

“Oh no,” he gulped.

“It’ll be okay, Dipper,” Mabel reassured him, hopping off her bed and going over to her brother’s side of the room, where he was sliding off his own bed onto the floor. He had a large blanket wrapped around him. It was odd that he was so self-conscious about changing shape, but when Mabel had shown him photos of his transformation one time, he’d been horrified and had kept himself completely obscured ever since. It also doubled as a way for her to be around him during the Change without invading his privacy: Dipper took off his clothes before it happened. He’d reasoned that not being prepared was going to be expensive in the future if he tore up his clothes every month.

He started breathing rapidly, then winced in pain. Eyes tightly closed, he looked like he was concentrating very hard on something. When Mabel had inquired once, it turned out to be on not losing his dinner. Small hairs started growing on his face, and his ears looked like they were trying to shift around his head while simultaneously lengthening to points. With a whimper, Dipper dove under the blanket.

After a minute or two, the lump Mabel had been watching frantically writhe around stilled. Laboured breaths filled the room, quicker than a human’s resting rate. Mabel slowly and carefully drew back the blanket. She couldn’t stop a very unwelcome thought from entering her head.

What if Dipper’s right about this time?

He wouldn’t be. Mabel knew her brother. He wouldn’t hurt anyone unless he had to, least of all her.

There was still a bit of a quaver in her voice when she ventured, “Dipper?”

A whine.

The lump shook itself, and the rest of the blankets fell away.

Dipper the wolf sat up on his haunches, tongue hanging out, soft dark fur slightly dishevelled, but brown eyes the same as ever, oddly enough. He even retained his Big Dipper birthmark, in slightly lighter fur than the rest of him. He licked her face.

“Dipper the fluff pup!” Mabel cried, hugging him tightly. Dipper nosed at her hair, letting her know everything was fine with him. No change at all. He’d – they’d – been worrying for nothing.

Dipper rose up on his legs, sniffing around under her bed.

“Hungry, huh?” she said sympathetically. She could imagine the Change took a lot out of a person. Opening a can of meat, she was happy to play with his incredibly soft fur until he finished. Then he yapped at her.

“Shh!” she hushed hurriedly. “We don’t want Grunkle Stan coming up here!”

Dipper quieted obediently.

“Y’know what,” Mabel said slowly, “we could never go outside in Piedmont. Too much city stuff. Out here on the other hand . . .”

She grinned at Dipper. Dipper wagged his tail.

“Let’s go see Gompers!”

They both scrambled up, and as Mabel finished stuffing her feet into some shoes, she realised just how big Dipper the fluff pup was.

If she was to get on her hands and knees next to him, shoulder to shoulder, he’d be noticeably bigger than her. And he was only a puppy! She wondered if this was standard for some dogs. Or werewolves. It might be. Nothing was standard about this situation.

She grinned as she realised how big he’d eventually be. He might be able to give her piggy backs one day!

Mabel grabbed the ball they played catch with, and the Journal. As an afterthought, she grabbed her camera as well. They were here to make summer memories after all.

“Let’s see if we can do this without Grunkle Stan noticing,” Mabel whispered, opening their bedroom door. Dipper might have given a nod, or he might just have been flicking his head. She was never quite sure how intelligent he was like this, and he never remembered enough to tell her.

Apart from Mabel’s camera spontaneously flashing when they were halfway downstairs, their temporary escape was successful. The siblings crept quietly out, one on two legs, one on four, but both pretty happy with the arrangement.

Fortunately, Stan was occupied playing with his own chew toy in the basement.

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I just wanna say that this was probably the most disgusting thing I ever took part in and if I hadn't been emotionally neglected and social awkward and depressed and an easily manipulated young teenager I would’ve known better than to join a group where adults are casually gushing to minors about sick fantasies about 12 year old cartoon characters. Its horrible how normal all of this was to any fandom at the time. Nerd culture is evil destroy it. It’s so easy to at least temporarily convince a underage fandom member that shota/rape/loli/incest is cool and ok and this group was the prime example of that and if anyone underage at that time got sexually abused in the process of taking part In this I wouldn’t be shocked!!!!

And I also know at least three of the main people of this group are well into adulthood and STILL draw/fantasize about underage character sex/rape. Fuck all you sickos ... the main creator of this tag was already like 21 when they obsessed drew porn of dipper getting abused mentally/sexually.... yapoos....yaps.... you know who you are.....