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The Spirit in Red - Chapter 2 - Single Twin Party

While Dipper explored the beach, Mabel was busy keeping their birthday party alive. (Also on ao3!)

Mabel Pines wouldn’t call herself someone who kept track of things; that was always Dipper’s department. Whenever they’d go anywhere he’d have his checklists ready to make sure they’d packed everything, Mabel would act as the voice of reason and point out anything that he’d missed, like snacks for the day they went to the park, or extra paper for when they had that big revision session at the library for their tests. While Dipper’s skills were analysing and piecing together the bigger picture, Mabel’s talents lied more so with the finer details.

So it wasn’t odd for her to notice the sudden lack of her twin’s laughter among the party goers on the beach. In fact, she suspected that the party was suddenly Dipper-less when Carl Spencerton had that smirk on his face as he started to prowl. She knew that smirk, it was the smirk he wore whenever he was in a naughty mood. It was the face he’d pull when he was going to try and knock Dipper’s cap off when passing him by. 

The sight of that twisted expression that failed at passing at a smile instantly kicked her ‘big sister’ instincts into action. Her eyes quickly scanned the beach, trying her best to locate the dark green capped boy. Mabel’s eyes instantly latched onto anything of a similar dark green tone, first was Steven Carmichael's swim shorts, the second was Jessica Turnpike’s rash shirt, the third was some seaweed down by the rocks. 

As her eyes drew away from the seaweed, Mabel found herself looking at a set of single footprints that led off towards the cliff. Subtly dancing her way over, Mabel was able to get a closer look at the foot prints. But that wasn’t necessary, one glance at how the footprints had a smaller set of animal tracks told her that these were Dipper’s thongs prints. “The animal foot prints will make anyone following me think I’m just a dog or something and not lose interest.” he had stated when he had picked the pair of thongs. “And mine have smiley faces on them so that when I walk on the beach it’ll be left smiling!” was her reply.

Mabel’s eyes trailed the footprints, they led down the beach; but she couldn’t follow them for long. She could follow the footprints and find out why Dipper had left the party, especially when they were starting to give out snacks. But then again, what kind of party host would she be if she didn’t stick around to make sure everyone was enjoying themselves? Not to mention the fact that her mother was currently bringing out a plate of snacks that Mabel had made. Happy with the knowledge that her brother was safe from Spencerton’s antics; Mabel skipped along to grab one of her patented Mabel brand sugar biscuits “now with more sugar!”

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The sun was starting to set and most of the party goers were getting tired. Snack plates were empty, the games had been played and the streamers that were tied to the palm trees were beginning to fall. All this was starting to signal to Mabel that the party was ready to conclude. Despite wanting to give her guests a great send off, Mabel found herself stalling for as much time as possible. Dipper still wasn’t back, and she needed him to be here to make sure this party ended perfectly. The ‘pin the tail on the donkey’ board was in tatters and everyone was too weak in the knees for another dance off. Her options were running out as was her time, Mabel desperately looked around her. There had to be something that could buy Dipper time to get back. With a grin of delight, Mabel caught sight of the digital camera Dipper had been gifted. An idea was brewing in her mind.

“Goodbye pictures!” she cried out. Grinning even wider at the shared confused look worn across the beach. “C’mon! Let’s take a picture to remember today by!” 

That somehow got everyone excited again. Getting in silly poses and making equally silly faces as Mabel ran around snapping pictures with a giddy smile. With so many people at the party, it was guaranteed that Dipper would be back from wherever before everyone had to leave. In fact, he’d probably make it for the finale photo with everyone at once! 

However, as time crept on; and the limited memory on the camera began to fill. Mabel realised that she couldn’t stall forever. With an accepting sigh, Mabel called all the attendees together, friend or otherwise, for one last photo in front of the setting sun. As they huddled together, Mabel set the camera onto one of the snack tables and ran over to the group, sliding into a photogenic pose at the last minute.  Putting on the biggest smile she could muster, As the camera’s flash went off.

Getting up Mabel, thanked everyone for attending and wished them a great evening. As She was about to see the last guest off, who just happened to be Carl Spencerton, she heard an audible puff. Turn her head with a speed that should have broken her neck, Mabel saw her brother lying face first in the sand. His arms flailing wildly trying to pick himself up.

“Ha! Way to stack it nerd!” Carl Spencerton jeered as he left to his parent’s car. Leaving Mabel to help her brother.

She made her way over to Dipper, who had managed to lift his head from the sand. Without missing a beat, he jumped up and grabbed his sister by the arms.

“M-m-mMabel! Skeleton! Ship! Book! Lightning! AHHHHHH!” Dipper screamed as he shook his sister.

“Woah woah woah,” Mabel said, breaking out of her brother’s hold and grabbing his shoulder with one hand. The sudden contact distracted him long enough for Mabel to poke his nose. “Boop!”

“Ah!” Dipper cried in shock 

“My turn!” Mabel said cheerfully before she grabbed Dipper by his shoulders, “WHERE THE HECK WERE YOU? YOU MISSED THE DANCE PARTY!”

“I was tak-” Dipper tried to cut in as his sister shook him. 

“And then I had to take pictures with our new camera and you missed out on that and now I don’t have any scrapbook pictures of you on our 12th birthday! That’s one of the most important ones!” she interjected, “How are we going to remember our 12th birthday?”

“This!” Dipper cried, pulling himself free of Mabel’s hold. He pushed the journal into Mabel’s face. 

“A dirty old book?” Mabel asked. Her face twisted with confusion. “How’s that going to help?”

“The ship I found this on. We could go check it out. there was a ghost I swear!” Dipper waved his arms wildly. 

Mabel looked around. There was still light. Plus Dipper seemed really distressed. Like more so when his favourite space show was cancelled before the season finale. 

“I guess we could check it out.” Mabel said. Just in time for Dipper to grab a hold of her hand and rush her down the beach.

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Late Arrival

I saw this post by @clownwry and thought "hey i could write a thing about this." And then I did. So i hope you enjoy it.

(Also on ao3!)

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“Grunkle Ford.” Mabel whined. She leaned over the side of her tank, dripping water onto the floorboards. “Where are Dipper and Stan? They said they’d be back with snacks for movie-noon hours ago.” Her Grunkle stopped grooming himself and looked at her, his barbed tongue hanging out of his mouth. He turned his gaze from her to the Mystery Shack brand clock that hanged over Mabel’s fish tank. It was true that his brother and nephew were overdue from their trip into town, however they were only thirty minutes late. The Sphinx-man shook his head.

“Well this simply won’t do now will it?” He scratched his cheek. “They owe us big time!” Mabel said. A vengeful grin spread across her adorable cheeks.

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Diptember (1/4) Soos ‘n’ Dipper

I made a short thing for @diptember week 1. Just a simple patch up after a monster hunt gone wrong. hope you all enjoy!

(also on ao3!)

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“Okay, in hindsight walking into that fairy ring wasn’t the brightest idea.” Dipper said. He was covered head to toe in a mixture of sparkles and bruises.

“To be fair dude, the journal did warn against that.” Soos pointed to a page from the of the journal. 

The pair walked into the living room of the shack. The gift shop was thankfully empty of any tourists and Stan; Wendy gave a non-committal nod without looking up from her issue ‘Avoid eye contact monthly’. 

“That’s what I get for trusting some pixie whispering in my ear.” Dipper grumbled. He tipped over his hat, releasing a shower of sparkles onto the floorboards.

“Oh dude, someone’s going to have to clean that up. Dibs on not doing it.” Soos chuckled to himself. 

“I think we can convince Mabel to vacuum them up if we tell her it's magical glitter.” Dipper grimace with pain as he took a seat on the couch.

“Those faires did a real number you huh?” Soos asked.

“Yeah, those high kicks really get to your knees.” Dipper rubbed his knee with a grunt. 

“Hey don’t sweat it dude, I got just the thing.” Soos ducked out of the room. 

He had left the journal on the T-rex skull coffee table, just out of Dipper’s reach. He needed to check that there weren’t any long term effects of being trapped in a fairy ring for 2 hours. 

‘Apart from crying knees’ Dipper thought as he failed to grab a hold of his journal.

“Yo dude, you know what’s better than an ice bag? A popsicle!” Soos walked in, holding the frozen treat in one hand and a first aid kit in the other. 

“How is that going to help?” Dipper laughed.

“It’s simple dude! You let it cool you off then you have a sweet treat to cheer you up.” Soos smiled proudly at his obviously ingenious idea.

“It would have melted by then.” 

“Only one way to find out.” Soos knelt down. “Now you keep this bad boy in place while I fix up the rest of yous so you don’t look so messy.”

Dipper obliged, watching as Soos wrapped a bandage around the bloody elbow that he hadn't noticed.

“Oh crud, Stan’s not going to be happy about that.” Dipper said, looking at the stain he was leaving on the couch.

“Don’t worry about it.” Soos gave a knowing grin. He pointed to an array of aged stains that covered the couch. “Somehow I don’t think Stan’s going to mind.”

“Thanks Soos.” 

“Anytime dude, Anytime.” 

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I hope you all enjoyed this!

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The Spirit in Red: Chapter 01

With the odd journal and old hoodie he found on the beach, Dipper Pines starts his quest to uncover the secrets of the journal and the odd weight he feels whenever he wears the hoodie. A better world au Ao3

Chapter 01 - The Ship

The party wasn’t bad, some cousins dropping by and some friends Mabel had invited made for an enjoyably jovial afternoon. The music wasn’t too loud, snacks were aplenty, and the gifts were pleasant. The day had started out with a bang, a scavenger hunt across the beach, musical chairs and charades were just the entrée for the full course that was the twelfth birthday of Mabel and Dipper Pines. One cheerfully jumping head-first into each new activity, the other following along sheepishly, his enthusiasm matching his twin’s, he just wasn’t as external as she was.

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College Drop Out Alternate Ending

The sight of the blood splattered tree made Stanford go into heavy denial as he knelt next to his nephew's corpse, shaking him by the shoulders. Begging him to open his eyes. Assuring him that his uncle was here, that everything was fine, that he doesn't need to keep things to himself, that he and Mabel would be there to help him. Ford didn't realise how long he'd been with Dipper until he feels a gentle hand press itself to his shoulder.

So I was reading @reaganwarren‘s “College Drop Out” over on Ao3, and the comments discussed how Ford would react if he found Dipper dead. This is was how I thought it’d go down. (btw, go read reagan’s fic, it’s good, trust me.)

A/N: Before you dive in, Dipper and Mabel are college aged in this. 

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Modern Summer Ball

Prompt: My first prompt would be the Gnome Prince AU

“Just to go through this again with me. Are the crystals hanging from the chandelier meant to be that pointy? Is it meant to hang that low? How is it even being held up right now? The only thing I can see connected to it are the ribbons that are connected to the trees. How are such thing ribbons holding it in the air? Is this architecturally sound?”

“Okay your highness” Jeff Tinylegs began, pinching the bridge of his small nose with one hand, and clutching a clipboard which would have seemed novelty sized to any of the inhabitants of Gravity Falls, should they live outside the forest. “The chandelier we sto-Borrowed! the borrowed Northwest chandelier is perfectly safe, we set up a whole bunch of levitation charms on the thing. The streamers are just for decoration, ya know, so we aren’t only surrounded by brown and green. The fairies start to complain if we don’t have at least 3 shades of pink somewhere.” “Is that why our drinks look like they came from the 70’s?” Wirt asked, lifting a glass  of punch for closer inspection, making a mental note to avoid this particular drink for fear of sugar overdose.

I wrote a thing a while back, might was well reblog it here

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reblogged

Modern Summer Ball

Prompt: My first prompt would be the Gnome Prince AU

“Just to go through this again with me. Are the crystals hanging from the chandelier meant to be that pointy? Is it meant to hang that low? How is it even being held up right now? The only thing I can see connected to it are the ribbons that are connected to the trees. How are such thing ribbons holding it in the air? Is this architecturally sound?”

“Okay your highness” Jeff Tinylegs began, pinching the bridge of his small nose with one hand, and clutching a clipboard which would have seemed novelty sized to any of the inhabitants of Gravity Falls, should they live outside the forest. “The chandelier we sto-Borrowed! the borrowed Northwest chandelier is perfectly safe, we set up a whole bunch of levitation charms on the thing. The streamers are just for decoration, ya know, so we aren’t only surrounded by brown and green. The fairies start to complain if we don’t have at least 3 shades of pink somewhere.” “Is that why our drinks look like they came from the 70’s?” Wirt asked, lifting a glass  of punch for closer inspection, making a mental note to avoid this particular drink for fear of sugar overdose.

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