#we all know dipper got his sass from stan

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Brain wanted Stan and Dipper bonding and obviously I couldn’t say no to that

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Hello I love you're aggression content and I was wondering if you have any posts or had cannons about Dipper and Maple being age requesters with either Stan being the caregiver or the bean each other's caregivers

Hmmm, well while I don't have any posts about the twins regressing, now is as good a time as any to start! I hope this is what you were looking for, and thank you so much for your request! 'm always open for helpful comments, too!

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-I feel like Dipper would start unconsciously regressing first. He's stressed almost all the time, and we know he's worried about his parents fighting, so his worries and anxieties would manifest in more childish ways, I mean we see how he sucks/chews on his shirt when he gets stressed or too deep in thought. So that would just keep happening and Stan, worried and wanting Dipper to stop but having to keep his gruff persona, steals and stick a pacifier in his mouth whenever he notices Dipper's doing it. He's hoping to dissuade Dipper from chewing, and it almost works at first, but then he starts to find the chewing and sucking on the pacifier comforting, so he just keeps it in. He'll keep it and use it when he's not around Stan, too, just to calm him down.

-Stan would see that and be so confused, but at least he's not staining his shirt with spit. So he just shrugs and rolls with it, noticing how much calmer his nephew gets with the pacifier. Sometimes, even, Dipper will just want to sit with Stan and watch his shows-westerns which eventually turn into cartoon reruns from the 60s and 70s "the classics, kid!", which enthuses Dipper much more than Black and White shows.

-Eventually, Stan just starts expecting Dipper to act younger than he is when the pacifier is out, and he's not complaining, no sass from his nephew? No complaining when Stan wants to eat oatmeal to give his aching gums some relief from the dentures? Dipper even joins in on eating oatmeal with his Grunkle Stan, but only if there's lots of brown sugar and cinnamon in his

-Of course there is, Stan makes sure of that

-Then Mabel starts to notice how much time Dipper spends with their Grunkle Stan and sneaks around to watch what happens-just the tiniest bit jealous because her brother isn't spending as much time with her. Dipper only spends time with Stan when she's with Grenda and Candy, but that's besides the point

-She's...confused when she sees her brother laughing at old people cartoons with a pacifier in his mouth, but honestly, she's up for weird! Stan obviously notices her spying and gestures for her to wait in the kitchen, telling Dipper to stay put while he gets some juice for them

-Stan very seriously tells her that under no circumstances is she ever allowed to tease her brother about this. She's offended at first, but remembering the time when her and Stan made fun of Dipper's manliness (or lack thereof), she agrees. Sometimes she just can't tell how far is too far

-She's still jealous of how much time they're spending together, so she asks to join one day, double pinky promising that she won't make fun of Dipper or Grunkle Stan (he's quite soft with Dipper when he's like this, but he's got an image to uphold dagnabbit!) and you know what? She can get behind it. Watching cartoons and drawing all day without being told to grow up? It's great

-It's not until after they had that run in with dinosaurs that she actually feels what Dipper feels when he does this-she finally understands that floaty feeling that her brother's always talked about, how her worries drift away and she can just be

-Stan thought he'd have a handful with two kids acting like this, but they are surprisingly well-behaved, content to just color and watch his favorite childhood shows. He's also caught off guard by how much he enjoys it, he thought he'd get annoyed watching two kids acting like younger kids, but it brings a sort of lightness to his heart that he hasn't had before. Is this what being a parent is like? Nah, that's still too much responsibility than what someone like him has or wants. But having his great niblings there, his family there, relying on him and wanting to be around him, loving him, well, he can indulge in the twins habits for a little while longer. Just because it makes them easier to deal with. That's all

-Man, Stan sure needs to dust in here, it's getting in his eyes

[mother-ofthe-universedraws]

A large handful of my gravity falls OCs, now in color!

Nicolai Northwest is Pacifica’s brother. He’s basically got the personality of Damian Wane of the Batfam.

Duke and Hellen are basically Dipper’s Candy and Grenda in an AU where the Pines twins live in Gravity Falls. Duke shares a band class with Dipper (he plays the piccolo), and had skipped grades due to his intellect.

Hellen also came from my decision to give Mabel a goth girlfriend. Hellen is quiet and artsy, and has an affinity for the creatures considered creepy crawlies.

Lena, Alphonse, and Hector all make up a group I like to call the Felony Squad; Stan’s friend group during his homeless days. Al was a member of Jimmy Snakes biker gang along with Stan, and the two later end up dating. Al is a himbo with the attention span of a goldfish, but he loves hard and smothers his friends with affection.

Lena basically serves as the groups attack chihuahua. She’s stubborn and scrappy, and kinda needs therapy, considering all the trauma she’s been through. Stan met her early into his homeless days, and she’s basically become his little sister

Hector is the brain cells of the group. He dropped out of law school but continues to practice as a lawyer anyways, despite having no degree. He can talk his way out of most any situation, and has bailed his stepbro out of tight situations hundreds of times. He is fabulous, confident, and ready to give sass

Rosalyn is Shermie’s wife and Dipper and Mabel’s grandmother. She’s firm but fair, and patient but takes no shit, and isn’t the kinda woman who’s wrath you’d like to invoke. She’s gentle and kind with children, never loosing her temper with them. She takes responsibilities in stride. She owns a restaurant that’s a fusion of Jewish and Honduran cuisine. And she will not hesitate to give the more difficult customers a complete verbal beatdown.

Irelin Corderoy is Manly Dan’s wife and Wendy’s mother. She’s a tiny spitfire. She was born with a muscular disease that severely limits her physical capabilities, but what she lacks in strength and size she makes up for in spirit. She’s got the soul of a bear and isn’t afraid to let you know, and Dan is completely head over heals for his tiny wife.

And finally we got Buzz Hallburd, Stan’s childhood boxing coach, and one of the only decent parental figures Stan had in his life. Buzz is as tough as they come, always ready to throw a punch. He’s a lot like Stan. Like, a lot a lot. Buzz loves the kids he coaches, and is determined to make a fighter and a protector out of each and every one of them. He is the much needed positive male roll model the Stan twins should have. He also has himbo energy because himbo’s are kinda my favorite character archetype.

Ask me questions about them!

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A Chapter’s End

This is a gift for @lilymanzo , happy Christmas! And I want to thank @pinesconess2k17 for organising this, y'all rock.

Honey coloured sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting a golden glow on the remaining people and white chairs below. It was a sunny, spring day, and quite a fine day it was for a graduation ceremony. With the many loitering people and the scent of spring still lingering around him, Wirt was reminded of the quickly approaching Summer. He should’ve been excited, ecstatic even, but to be quite honest with himself, Wirt was terrified. He was terrified of applying for colleges, he was terrified of moving away, he was terrified of time flying by way too fast.

But most importantly, he was terrified of drifting apart from his friends.

Dipper, on the other hand, was not that much different. Usually, it was Mabel who was scared of these kinds of things happening, but this time it was him. Ironic, isn’t it? Looking at the navy cap in his lap, he wondered if he will end up staying just as close to his sister, or if his relationship with her will end up like Grunkle Stan and Grunkle Ford’s failed relationship. He let out a sigh, out of all things, this was making him panic the most. Mabel, noticing her brother’s quickened breath, held his hand to ground him. She herself was no stranger to this, having gone through a similar experience in their childhood. Dipper had comforted and helped her through that, now it’s time for her to return the favour.

Still holding his hand, she looked around the field. It wasn’t as crowded now, most of the people had gone home, but there were still quite a multitude of faculty and parents left. Mabel hoped that Wirt and Greg hadn’t gone home yet, there was a purikura photo-booth near the food; she wanted them to take some pictures with her and Dipper for memories sake.

Just as she was about to give up searching, she spotted a short boy dressed in red and yellow talking to another taller boy dressed in the same graduation gowns as she was. There they were! No wonder she couldn’t spot them, they were by the buffet table, and to no one’s surprise, it was still crowded.

“Dipper, Dipper, Wirt and Greg are over at the buffet tables,” Mabel whisper-yelled to her twin, eager to get him out of his moody state, “let’s go talk to ‘em!”

“What? Oh, ok sure.” Dipper replied, mood improving rapidly with the dread of summer disappearing almost instantaneously.

So they got up and quickly set off to meet the brothers. Wirt noticed them earlier, but dared not approach them. They looked like they were having a moment, which was not a bad thing as he got to hear what Greg had to say about the ceremony. He said that it was like Wirt was a superhero or when they were in the Unknown where Wirt wore his great-grandmother’s cape -he winced internally to the later comparison, he’d rather not be reminded of the time in what was basically purgatory-.

In the end, neither he nor Greg had to go to them as they came to he and Greg. Mabel with her sunny and joyful grin, and Dipper with his more subdued but equally happy one. Greg stopped talking to his older brother in favour of hugging and talking to his honourary older sister. Wirt could feel everything fade into the background as he saw Dipper approaching him with open arms. They were both high school graduates now, and they would soon go their different paths unless he and Dipper both ended up in Harvard. So he would rather savour what would be the last moments he would have with his boyfriend until the new school year starts up again.

Time seemed to slow around them as they drew close to each other. Voices and colours started to grow blurry and it soon faded into a soft buzz. Wirt could feel Dipper wrapping his arms around him like a koala, it was a bit tight, but comforting nevertheless.

“Hey,” a muffled voice greeted him.

“Hey to you too.”

They spent quite a while hugging each other, it was getting a bit warm. But the warmer the better, Wirt thought. He never did like the cold, bad things tended to happen in the cold (this was totally not based off his own experiences, totally not). Dipper on the other hand, quite welcomed Wirt’s hug. It was soft and warm, just how he liked it; though he could shed the robe, it was getting really hot.

Wirt looked over to their respective siblings. Greg and Mabel were having quite the time of their lives just talking to each other, it would be rude to just interrupt them like that. Turning back, Dipper had let go and was starting to shed his robe. It was getting rather warm, with the spring fading into summer and all that.

“You know,” Dipper mumbled, “things are going to be really different.”

“Hm? Could you repeat that, love?” Wirt responded, looking over to him. Wirt hadn’t been paying much attention to his surroundings, but he knows somethings up when he starts mumbling to him.

“I said that things are going to change a lot. I’ll be going to college and you’ll be in college too.”

“Go on,” Wirt encouraged, quirking an eyebrow.

“Well, it’s college. You and I will be in different courses learning different things in different states with different schedules.”

At this point, Dipper was starting to breathe a bit more heavily, he was panicking and it was getting worse. Wirt could see where he was going. That thought made him scared too. It wasn’t an uncommon sight for Wirt to see him like this, the first time he met him was literally a few days after weirdmageddon. And he was the one to make him panic due to him talking about the Beast in detail, it was too similar to Bill. He was surprised that it wasn’t worse. The Unknown left him and Greg a nasty reminder of what happened there, and they couldn’t get over it for years. Wirt slowly inched his hand closer to hold Dipper’s clenched one to help ground him, but he hesitated. Was it ok to touch him? What if he freaks out? What if Wirt just made everything worse?

“Dipper, Dipper!” that didn’t catch his attention, oh no. “It’s okay, take your time,” Wirt whispered, his hands moving to clasp the other set of hands. He nodded and continued.

“Point is, you and I will end up in different places with busy schedules and not enough time to see each other, and that’s just us! What if Mabel and I become so busy that we don’t even talk anymore? I’m scared that we’ll end up drifting apart, and,” there was a pause, but then he spoke in a quieter voice, “and I don’t think I can handle that.”

Wirt sighed and tightened his grip on Dipper. They really were two peas in a pod, weren’t they? Wirt smiled and shook his head. It was natural to think this way, he too often worried about these things.

“Well, you don’t have to, Dipper.” Wirt reassured him, he needed to know that he wasn’t going to go through this alone, they both did. “We’re not going to drift apart or not have enough time for each other, that’s what communication is for.”

“But what if we do?” Dipper asked, voice filled with worry.

“Then we fix it. You said it yourself, communication is key to any relationship, so that’s why we need keep the flow going.” Wirt bit his cheek, “and, if we ever drift apart, you can count on your pilgrim to come back to you.”

At this, Dipper grinned. It wasn’t a bright grin, but more a tired and relieved one. It was as if he was fighting an internal battle prior to this talk, Wirt noted to himself, it’s good that he got it out of his system. Dipper leaned up to peck Wirt on the lips as a thank you, he really thought that he was being ridiculous for awhile.

“Thanks, I needed that.”

“I know, the next time you need to talk to someone, don’t hesitate to shoot a message to me, Greg or your sister, okay?”

“Okay, but what if I send you a pigeon? How would you reply?”

“I’ll come to you by moonlight on a talking and formerly thieving horse with Greg, Mabel and a bluebird by my side to fight off whatever is bothering you.”

“What, with your poetry and sass?”

“Yes, with my poetry and sass.”

“Fair enough, thank you Wirt, that helped me a lot,” Dipper replied softly but with feeling, he felt lighter now, like the world wasn’t on his shoulders, “say, how about we go and see what our siblings are up to? We haven’t heard from them in awhile.”

“Hm, good idea.”

With that, our two waffles have gone on to talk to their siblings and go home. Thus marks the end of their time in highschool and of spring, at least for Mabel, Dipper and Wirt. Soon summer has arrived and so do the plans for the upcoming seasons. But, that’s a story for another day.

A bonus accidental line I wrote and erased:

“You know,” Dipper mumbled, picking up a crunchy boi from the buffet. The boi was so crunchy, it needed some moisturiser.

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Love Me [Kids Soulmate AU]

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Leave a “Love Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a fluffy drabble about our characters.

[This got really, REALLY long, so there’s a read more. Also idk if this is fluff??? It kinda ENDS in fluff??? I can’t really write fluff. Angst is waaaaaay more up my alley. Have some Weirdmaggedon Dipifica.]

So he was her soulmate. That didn’t mean she was in love with him, right? There were people with soulmates that were better off friends, right?

Whatever. It didn’t matter, because there was no way she was going to fall for that lame Pines kid.

Out of seven billion people in the entire freaking world,  he had to be her stupid soulmate.

And now that stupid world seemed to be ending, and the color seemed to get sapped out of the world.

While she would never admit it out loud, it terrified her.

If the color went away, then so did Dipper Pines.

In all his time trying to save Mabel, the color didn’t fade once, which made Mabel’s bubble hard to look at.

Of course, whenever he saw a new color he thought of her. The entire reason he could see color in the first place. He still wished that it could’ve been Wendy.

Up until Wendy-that-wasn’t-actually-Wendy turned into bug and maggots before his eyes. He would manage without Wendy being his soulmate after that. And he had come to treasure her friendship in a way he didn’t think he would’ve before that summer.

The color didn’t fade, which meant she wasn’t dying, or close to death. And for once his heart didn’t feel the need to pound against his ribs as if it wanted to break from his chest.

She screams when he bursts through the door, fists held at either side, ready to jump and claw his eyes out with her nails. But it’s nothing. Dipper, Mabel, the lumberjack girl, and the gopher man from the gift shop.

Her eyes land on Dipper, and her heart stutters. She wants to scream again. To yell and throw a tantrum and tell her heart to stop. It wasn’t fair. 

She watches their reunion with Stan, and she feels any strength she had, any color that filled her, drain. And while she can still manage enough sass about the potato sack she had to wear, it felt empty to her. 

Her parents were stone statues, probably still alive, and part of that evil corn chips’s stupid throne. The boy who was supposedly her soulmate was ramping her fellow refugees up to fight Bill with his twin sister, and while she has felt alone her entire life, the loneliness had never felt this heavy before.

In all of the commotion of turning the Shack into a robot, Dipper doesn’t pay much attention to color. He’s too busy trying to keep them all alive.

But he doesn’t blame Paicifca for staying out of the way. Most of it was heavy lifting, no one wanted her input on any ideas, and everyone just expected her to keep to the sidelines.

Nonetheless, he wishes that she’d show some of that fight he’d seen in her back at the mansion. That she’d be out here, proving everyone wrong, sweeping around and helping wherever she could. But that wasn’t who she was. Maybe someday.

It’s somewhat a miracle and somewhat fate, and somewhat awkward when they end up having free time at the same time. But he needed a little break, and Pacifica had nothing but break time.

“Hey.” He says, trying to keep his cool as his heart kicks up to triple speed and every color seems to get brighter, her crystal eyes seeming to glow in the firelight.

She sits on a log by the fire, having surrendered to the cold and wearing Mabel’s llama sweater. A can of Pitt Cola dangles from her finger tips, and she doesn’t look up from the fire when she mutters back. “Hey.”

He clears his throat, sits next to her on the log. “Should we talk the plan over again?”

“You’ve talked about nothing but for two days. I’ve got it down cold, thanks.”

Okay, so maybe he had, and maybe she knew it as well as he did, but she didn’t have to be so cold about it, did she? “Did I…do something?”

She just shakes her head. “No. But maybe that’s the point.”

She sounds so unsure, like she doesn’t know what she wants. Which was outrageous. She was Pacifica Northwest, she always knew what she wanted, and she always got it. “Did you…want me to do something?”

“I don’t know, okay?” She breathes the words, so quietly he isn’t sure he heard her right.

“I thought we were pretending this didn’t happen.”

“Yeah. And then the color started draining from the world.”

“Wait, what?”

“How many times have you almost died since it happened, Dipper?” She still won’t look at him. He doesn’t know why that feels like a bat to the heart.

“Probably a handful, more so in the past few days…” he trails off. “Why?”

“You do know that when-” she cuts herself off, swallows. “When your soulmate dies…The world loses color again.”

Dipper’s eyes widen slightly, but then he nods, “Oh.” It’s all he can think to say. Of course he knew. But to remember that Pacifica would see…would know the same thing. He really almost died when Bill had his body. What did she see then?

“Yeah.” She doesn’t offer him any more.

“So you…you know when I’m near death then.”

“Yeah.”

“I’m not surprised I haven’t seen it yet.”

She crushes the can in her fist, and the sound spooks him. “Yeah.”

“Is that all you can say?”

“Right now?” And her voice is angry, but he can see the tears she’s holding back, “Yeah.”

“Are you mad that I’ve almost died?”

“Well if you’re supposed to be my soulmate I don’t really want you dying, okay. I like seeing color, thanks. Would really appreciate it if you’d let it stay that way.”

“Didn’t think you cared.”

“Am I not allowed to now or something?”

“Just…” and he runs his fingers through his hair, “I didn’t think you cared.”

She stands from the log, tosses the aluminum can into the fire, “I need to sleep if we’re ambushing tomorrow.” She turns away from him, heads for the tents.

“Pacifica.” He says, and she stops dead. “I like seeing color too. So don’t-”

“Yeah. I’m less likely to die than you are, Pines.” And she’s gone.

She’s a tapestry, caught in limbo between life and death, and he suddenly understands what she was talking about when she said that color drained from the world.

He’s being chased in the Fearymid, and she’s stuck as a tapestry, and she can still see the color fading. It’s the worst feeling she’s ever known. She’s stuck, and the color is draining, and the loneliness sets in again.

They make it out alive, and she gets to give him his birthday present. She’s glad he likes it so much. The colors seems to vibrate, and his smile is bright like the sun.

He’s leaving. They’re leaving, he and Mabel. But he has to say goodbye. They were soulmates, attached by the red string of fate, and he was going to honor it. She wasn’t who he thought she was.

“Have a good time in California.” How did she know it was him?

“Y-yeah. Eighth grade should be a blast.” His voice drips in sarcasm, despite his stuttering.

“You’re the only one that would know to find me here.” She means the hidden room. The paintings. Why did she come back here? “Martin let you in, right? Dad wouldn’t of, savior of the world or not.”

It’s his last day in Gravity Falls. Her last day in the mansion she grew up in. They were both moving on to new adventures.

“Yeah. Martin.” He steps over the threshold, takes a seat next to her. And suddenly he’s back to that night. Begging her for help, begging for her to save them. “You’re a savior yourself, you know.”

“I pulled a stupid lever. You faced off against a stupid dream demon. I think there’s a difference there.”

“You disobeyed your parents, fought against a sound you’ve been trained to obey your whole life. I’d take a dream demon over the courage that would take any day.”

“You have to leave soon, don’t you?”

“Yeah.”

“Dipper?”

“Yeah?”

“I don’t hate you. Anymore.”

He didn’t expect that. “Yeah? Well. Me neither.”

“I don’t exactly like you either though.”

“Yet. We’re soulmates. Plenty of time.”

“Yeah. Soulmates.”

He stands, brushes off his shorts, adjusts his cap.”

Before he leaves, “See you next summer, Pines.”

“Bet on it, Northwest.”

Crap. Maybe she was falling for him after all.

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Yes, so CUTE!!!

Brain wanted Stan and Dipper bonding and obviously I couldn’t say no to that