The Spirit in Red - Chapter 2 - Single Twin Party

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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Portal to Relativity

Mabel ran through the woods, a tree branch scraped the sleeve of her sweater, but she didn’t have the time to worry about it. With any luck the government agents that had arrested her would be halfway to the state border, not that was her biggest concern at that moment. Her watch beeped and she felt herself become weightless for a moment. It wasn’t long, she returned to the ground a moment later, if she wanted to she could pretend she had jumped higher than she had expected. However, Mabel knew she hadn’t the luxury to pretend that was the truth.

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.

Kissing Wounds better

this was inspired by this amazing art work by @ho-ne-ye

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 "Good morning Grunkle sleepy head" Mabel said cheerfully. She walked around the kitchen with a spring in her step. She placed a large mug that had the words "world's greatest grunkle" written across on it in glitter paint, in front of the titular grunkle. "You stay up late for another interview?"

 "Mmm,'' Stan grumbled. his eyes still mostly closed as he looked around, trying to take in his surroundings. "You get tired when you're older kid. It's a thing that happens"

 "Not for this kid! Woot Woot!" Mabel cheered, throwing her arms up in the air.

 "Right, and those bags under your eyes are just an experimental eye shadow" Stan pointed with a smirk.

 "Are they... That obvious?" Mabel asked in a small voice.

 "Nothing to get your hair into a knot over pumpkin" Stan ruffled her hair. "You'll lose 'em soon enough. Real question is how you got them. Normally it's Dipper who I have to get the broom out to make sure he's asleep. What got you so antsy before 8 am?"

 "whaaaaaaat? Grunkle Stan you talkin' cray cray." Mabel tilted her head.

 "Sweetie, i know what an all nighter looks like." Stan said. "so you wanna tell me what's troubling you or do i gotta wait until the sugar crash kicks in?"

 "I'll never crash if i keep the sugar going," Mabel said, reaching for a nearby bowl of raw sugar.

 "Yeah we're not doing that." Stan scooped up his neice and placed her on his knee. "C'mon Pumpkin, you know you can tell me anything." He spoke slowly, sounding almost sleepy.

 "I-'' Mabel took a deep breath. She stared at the floorboards as she let the thoughts she had been dancing around all night finally catch up with her. "After you said goodbye to us on the bus, Dipper and I were chased by Gideon's giant robot. And he-He hurt Dipper! He said he was going to make me his queen, I thought I lost my brother and I lost you. I-"

 "easy there pumpkin, it's okay." Stanley rubbed circles into Mabel's back. She wrapped her arms around him and sobbed into his chest. "That's all over now. Your brother stood up and took down that gideon jerk and I came in for the finishing blow."

 Mabel sniffed, wiping at her eyes with her sleeve. "But-"

 "Sweetie, lemme give some advice from a shrink without the price tag," Stan spoke slowly. "Those thoughts might be scary but they're just thoughts. Even the ugliest ones are just pictures in your head. You just gotta take a second and remember where you are and that things aren't like that anymore."

 "Did you get scared when you were younger, grunkle Stan?" Mabel asked in a small voice.

 "Eh, let's keep this between you and me, but the idea of having to send you both home was the scariest thing to happen to me in years." Stan said in an almost whisper.

 "But we're here now." Mabel said. She gave Stan a small kiss on his cheek. "And it'd take the end of the world before Gideon got between us again" Stan smirked, finally taking his first sip of coffee just as Mabel began to dose off on his lap.

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Skeletons in the Dark

A/N: based off of a conversation between @sovvung and I from ages ago

It was surprisingly easy for Stanford and Stanley Pines to grow acquainted with the small town of Gravity Falls. The forests mysteries gave the pair a new adventure everyday. A new mystery to find with every tree they passed. The journal Ford found made sure that they were prepared, or at least had something to fight back when things got hairy.

The Spirit in Red: Chapter 01

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.