#piningdipper

[progressive-stupidity]

This popped into my head when @piningdipper and I where plotting behind the scenes. I’m still so proud of this one...

[envy-the-freak]

*Roleplays as a will* There are other Gravity falls fans O.O

ooc: Ha ha! Yeah we’re still around. I used to RP Bill for a looooong time, and what’s really funny is @piningdipper and I actually made a Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood reference in one of our first ever RPs from waaaay back in 2014.

Which reminds me, I still owe them a starter for this blog... Oops.

[sweatersandsprinkles]

“There are some things you shouldn’t keep to yourself.” (piningdipper)

    “It’s not like you don’t keep things from me,” she shoots back, “You always have your nose in that stupid journal and you never talk to me anymore!”

[grammarstanley-blog1]

% (piningdipper)

Send “%” for a CURIOUS text. (x) [piningdipper]

|text|: Dipper, did you take the tag off my electron carpet?

[nxtwhatheseems]

Continued from here

— —★ “Woah, woah, kid. C a l m down, will ya.” he said, putting his hands on the kids shoulders. “Yeesh, there’s no need to w o r k e d up. It’s not like my arms going to f a l l off; I’ll still be able to make Stancakes; only without my hair, it’ll probably have some hair, and m a y b e some blood,” he laughed.

It suddenly dawned on him that it probably wasn’t the b e s t thing to say to a kid who was as high strung and prone to p a n i c k i n g as Dipper was. “I’m kidding, I’m k i d d i n g; don’t get yourself all worked up again. You won’t starve, I p r o m i s e.” 

As for explaining what happened to his arm to Dipper, he was still l o s t. “And for the record, what happened to my arm had n o t h i n g to do with a bear, or an animal even p a r t bear.” He explained. He could tell that the bear was going to be a pain in his butt; neither of the kids, e s p e c i a l l y Dipper, was going to let him forget it, “If you’re so c r i t i c a l of how I wrapped it, why don’t you do b e t t e r?” 

“Accident? More like a mauling! Look how fast you’re bleeding into that thing.” Dipper circled around Grunkle Stan like the middle-man in a game of keep-away, trying to get a good look at the offending limb. His face paled at the bloody rag. “How did this happen? Were you teaching a bear how to drive again? Did you get savaged in a case of grizzly road rage? Are you going to turn into a bear guy? A were-bear?” Dipper rattled off possibilities, his voice growing incrementally squeakier. He touched the edge of the loose bandage. “You didn’t wrap it up right! What happens if it gets infected? Is your arm gonna fall off? Like the time you lost your hands? I don’t want Mabel to make you a pitchfork for an arm, Grunkle Stan, how are you going to make pancakes– we’re all going to starve…!” Dipper drew deep breaths to keep from hyperventilating. 

[itrhymeswithtable]

"Annoying? Me? Annoying?" - (piningdipper)

piningdipper

Mabel shoved him, rolling her eyes. "Yes, you're being really annoying!" she said.

[ask-mister-mystery]

"Grunkle Stan, do we really have to sew antlers onto these stuffed roosters? Who's going to buy this?" - piningdipper

"The gullible ones with the biggest wallets kid. Trust me, I know what I’m doing here. Have I ever steered us wrong in the past? Er…on second thoughts, don’t answer that." He paused, before leaning back to show Dipper the antlered monstrosity he had just created. "Whaddya think kid? Thing of beauty ain’t it?" Hmm. It was missing something. Reaching over to Mabel’s side of the table, he grabbed a pair of googly eyes from the pile of craft materials amassed there. He tenderly stuck them in place, making the creation look ten times worse. "Perfect!" he cooed.

[envy-the-freak]

@piningdipper

Ebony had been on the road for a while now, so it was a relief to finally find a spot to pull over and get their bearings. They stretched out their back and hit the lock button on the key fob for the black, early two thousands Forester. Once again, the Mark on their right arm had started acting up and as a result Ebony had started wandering around the country looking for what could be causing it. To be fair, that Mark was red and inflamed all the time. Murder was common in the past, and it was still common today. But when it started actually burning and randomly bleeding, Ebony threw up their hands in defeat and followed its lead. So they spent days in the car they basically lived out of until the Mark either stopped bleeding randomly or burned so hotly they thought their arm had been dumped in acid.

The latter was what got Ebony to pull over at the tourist trap they were currently at. They cocked their head as they studied the building. ‘The Mystery Hack?’ No wait, ‘The Mystery Shack’; the giant ‘S’ fell off. Still, it didn’t look like anything special. Ebony debated for a moment before shrugging and heading towards the door. If nothing else, they might be able to get some information about the area and town here. They carefully opened the door and entered the gift shop. They quickly glanced around the room, just a normal tacky tourist trap gift shop with a pig in the corner- ...Wait, what? 

Suddenly, a pre-teen ball of energy in the form of a human girl jumped up from behind the counter.

“HI THERE! I’M MABEL, AND WELCOME TO THE MYSTERY SHACK! I’m afraid you just missed the tour of the entire premises, but for a one dollar tip, I can still provide you with a tour of-” the girl ecstatically greeted and launched into a sell’s pitch before she suddenly froze. She stared at Ebony for a few seconds, before she practically pole vaulted over the counter and rushed up to Ebony.

“You! Stay right there! Don’t move!” She hurriedly commanded them before taking off out of the gift shop area at top speed. Ebony couldn’t do anything other than stand there feeling like they had just gotten run over by a tank again. Their stunned daze was broken by the sound of someone laughing. They looked over to the source and noticed the red head teenage girl who had been restocking shelves on the far of the shop by the vending machine.

“Whoa, man. Excuse her, Mabel is easily excitable but she’s awesome.” She kindly informed them. “Hey, sweet flannel!” Ebony chuckled and had to quickly look down at their outfit because they too suffered from random memory loss whenever someone commented on what they were wearing. Red and black checkered flannel shirt, black crop top underneath, black jean skort over black leggings with the torn knees, black combat boots and black fingerless gloves, and- of course- the three sets of dog tags around their neck.

“Thanks, dude.”

Mabel Pines, meanwhile, had bolted right up the stairs to the attic and burst through the door to the room she shared with her brother.

“DIPPER!YOUNEEDTOGETDOWNHERERIGHTNOW!THERE’SSOMEONEWHOLOOKSEXACTLYLIKEACHARACTERFROMONEOFYOURNERDANIMESANDYOUNEEDTOGETDOWNHERENOW!!”

[nxtwhatheseems]

(( Ayyy so I’ve been noticing I’ve been having some issues with notifications, so just to clear things up I owe replies still to people in the list below. If I owe you something, and you’re not listed, please like this/message me. Thanks! :’D ))

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[nxtwhatheseems]

"Why is your arm wrapped up like that? And are those blood stains?!" (-piningdipper)

— —★ Stan’s gaze drifted from the boys face to his bandaged arm and blood stained shirt. “Uh..” he stammered. He looked back up to Dipper and pressed a grin to his face. He didn’t want to worry the kid. It wasn’t that big of a deal anyway. “Just a bit of an accident, kid, nothing to worry about.” 

[itrhymeswithtable]

*Hugs* You're going to be okay. (-piningdipper)

She hugged him back. "How can you know?"

piningdipper

[itrhymeswithtable]

✎ (-piningdipper)

send me ✎ for a facebook post my muse made about yours piningdipper

[itrhymeswithtable]

hey! ( -piningdipper)

1. First impression: Oh hey they rp with a bill i rp with2. Truth is: super cool!3. How old do you look:  i havent seen you?4. Have you ever made me laugh: probably5. Have you ever made me mad: You made me mad/sad with sad headcanons6. Best feature: Youre lots of fun!7. Have I ever had a crush on you: nah8. You’re my: new friend (AND LIKE ONE OF THE FEW ACTIVE DIPPERS AHHH)9. Name in my phone: N/A10. Should you post this too? Yeah!

piningdipper

[itrhymeswithtable]

If Mabel died, I think that Dipper would wear her sweaters every day until he outgrew them. He would sob at the sight of craft supplies, and spend a lot more time with Waddles. Maybe he would go through a phase where he let his hair grow longer so that he could sort of see Mabel when he looked in the mirror. Even though his sister told him not to raise the dead, he would consort with all the supernatural beings he knew to try and find a way to bring her back to life properly. (-piningdipper)

((owchie. reading that hurt my heart... And now I'm thinking about supernatural and all the dumb things sam and dean do to bring each other back))

piningdipper

[itrhymeswithtable]

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Sent by piningdipper

"Hey! I made you a poem!"

On a piece of paper is written:

When you're on a holiday, Do you ever feel like breaking down? Days swiftly come and go. Here we go again. I was left to my own devices.