stan and dippers faces kill me

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20 + dipper and mabel!!! if it's not too much to ask :)

This is your PSA that Restart by @ursamajjor is honestly one of my most favorite post-Weirdmageddon fics, and I wish more people had seen it. It’s written so poignantly and I reread it often. That being said, this is based on it!

But if you’re short on time, the tl;dr is basically Dipper finally succumbing to all his wounds from Weirdmageddon.

[20. “I’ll protect you no matter what…even if it kills me.”]

Stan’s outcry from the front of the Shack draws an abrupt end to her conversation with Grenda, but the moment Mabel pivots on her heel to face him, whatever words she’d been planning to say die in her mouth.

As if it’s triggered some honed response of survival, Ford flies past her without another beat.

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Work Progress Update!

Hello people!

I am here to share with you some good news! I finished these two pages last night before I sleep! First image is Page five of Project AIHB:

^Look at Dippy’s face. 

And the second one is Page two of “Safe and Sound”:

^This made me cry… seriously. This project is gonna kill my feels.

Whelp it’s early in the morning and I am overwhelmed with feels and joy. Bye now. Leaving this here for you all!

(Note: I may not use the panels in order….)

In Other Words

Fancy parties with the obscenely rich and her hovering parents are a part of her life Pacifica’s come to expect by now. Fancy parties with her now 6-foot-tall boyfriend in a tux? Not so much. Dancing would be so much easier if she didn’t have to look up at him now.

Or Dipper and Pacifica go to a ball, and it goes about as well as everyone’s expecting.

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For zilleniose because we’ve been yelling at each other about it forever and a day. Dipper trippin on the dipnip


Henry should have known something was up when Dipper popped back into the living room after a summon.

The fact that Henry could see Dipper meant he must have gotten a substantial sacrifice. He was….swaying on his feet.

Henry put down his newspaper. “Dip, are you okay?”

Dipper ground his hand in his forehead. “No…yes….ugh, I don’t know, that guy sacrificed a pig to me, and then he blew a lot of smoke in my face, and all he wanted was a Red Hot Chili Peppers LP.”

“You had…a classic rock junkie kill a pig for you just to get an old vinyl record.”

“And he blew a bunch of smoke in my face; said I should live a little.”

Henry looked at Dipper up and down.

“You look like you’re about to throw up.”

Dipper swayed. “I…think I’m going to lie down a bit.” He reached over to Stan’s recliner and snitched the blanket Stan kept there, before going to the one empty corner of the room, making a blanket nest, and promptly falling asleep.

Henry shrugged, and went back to reading the paper. Mabel came in a minute later with some knitting for her shop, and snuggled up next to Henry.

The three of them sat and/or laid in a corner with one’s face smooshed up against the wall for a few minutes until over the baby monitor they could hear one of the kids-probably Acacia-start to cry.

Before Henry could even start to get off the couch to take care of the kids, Dipper shot up from his position on the floor. His pupils were completely blown, so that his eyes looked almost entirely gold, and his movements were…off. Dipper looked straight up, as if he could see through the floorboards up to the attic and the nursery upstairs.

He blipped out of existence.

He blipped back a second later and….and….


There was no other way to put it.

Dipper was scruffing Acacia, his teeth clenched around the material of the back of her onesie. Acacia herself was snuffling, but otherwise fine, seemingly content to swing ever so slightly from her uncle’s mouth.

Gently, ever so gently, Dipper laid Acacia down on the blanket he had been laying on (a distant part of Henry noticed that even being completely fucking weird and out of it and stoned, oh god was Dipper stoned?-he still laid his three month old niece down in a way that she could support herself and be fine).

Dipper blipped again and came back a second later and laid Willow next to Acacia. At this point, Mabel was frozen stiff, unable to process the (in her eyes) absolute adorableness of what was happening in front of her. Henry was worried that his wife was about to, quite literally, explode.

One final blip, and Dipper came back in the room, with a sleeping Hank held in his mouth. Mabel by this time had snatched her camera out of what seemed like thin air and was already snapping pictures.

Henry, who thought he was used to weird shit by now, was speechless on the couch.

Dipper laid down on his side in the blanket nest, quickly settled the kids so they were lying against his stomach, and draped a wing over them.

Mabel had an actual tear in her eye from the feels.

Acacia hiccupped once or twice, but then settled down back into sleep along with Willow and Hank, who were still asleep. Dipper’s eyes drifted shut as well.

Then he started…started…

“Mabel,” Henry said, finally breaking his silence. “Is Dipper purring?”

“Like a chainsaw!” his wife gleefully confirmed.

Mabel caught the look on Henry’s face as he stared at his brother-in-law, curled around his children and purring like an outboard motor.

“Don’t worry, this happens occasionally. Someone probably had some Yggdrasil herb at his summons. He’ll be like this for a few hours.”

What Dipper mentioned earlier clicked in Henry’s head.

“He mentioned someone blew smoke in his face at his last summons.”

Mabel guffawed. “Sweet Moses he’s really stoned again.”

“And when he’s stoned he….acts like a giant cat?”

Mabel nodded. “And he gets so embarrassed when he snaps out of it and it is great.”

Weakly, Henry asked, “This has happened before?”

“Enough for me to call it dipnip rather than Yggdrasil herb. He gets so huffy when I call it that  though.”

Henry looked back over at his brother-in-law, still purring loud enough for him to hear it across the room and feel it in the floorboards.

He had to admit, it was kind of cute, in a really weird way.

Dipper blinked back awake, looked at Hank very intently, studying his features, and then began to lick at his hair.

Hank woke up under the attention, and chortled a bit (the triplets had begun in the last week to laugh and coo), as his uncle, for lack of a better term, groomed him.

If Dipper ever, Henry decided, ever said anything about cats again, he was going to bring up this episode because Dipper was pretty much a cat right now.

Willow, while her eyes were still closed, began to make the snuffly sounds that all four of them had learned meant she was hungry.

“I got it Mabes,” Henry said. He went over to where Dipper was in the corner and went to pick up Willow.

Dipper froze, visibly stiffened, and looked at Henry. He exuded palpable waves of malice and anger, so much so that Henry felt sick to his stomach.

(The last time he had felt Dipper this angry and upset, it was at a forest right before he proposed to Mabel and a demon had been about to eat his foot)

Henry kept his cool. “Dipper, I need to take Willow for a second and then I promise to put her back.”

Dipper actually hissed, the hair on his head standing on end, and the black entirely gone from his eyes. Henry started to reach for Mabel anyway and came within two seconds of having two sets of shark teeth clamp on his hand. Henry jumped back a bit, and Dipper curled up even tighter around the kids, glaring at Henry and rumbling angrily.

Henry heard the snap of the camera and he wheeled around to see Mabel there with the camera.

“Mabel, is now the time?”

“Henry, Dipper thinks the kids are his and that is so cute.”

“I’m pretty sure I would have lost a finger if he had gotten me.”

Mabel put the camera in to Henry’s hands. “Let me try.”

She went up, and ignored Dipper’s warning rumbles. She reached for Willow (now fully awake and promising to erupt any second into wailing) and once again Dipper hissed at her.

Mabel stood back for a second, and looked at Dipper. “Dippingsauce, you are being ridiculous. I just need to feed your niece, and then I will put her back okay?”

Dipper looked at his sister for a long second, and then nodded, reluctantly letting her take Willow.

But, Henry noticed as he settled back down into the couch, Mabel made sure to feed Willow in the living room rather than their bedroom like usual, making sure to stay in eyeshot of Dipper. Indeed, he did spend the entire time watching Mabel worriedly.

(Henry supposed he should be worried about the kids, but honestly, he wasn’t. Worried about himself and his hands? Yes. The kids? No. Even stoned off his gourd Dipper would never hurt the babies, as proven by recent events.)

Mabel finished feeding Willow, burped her, and then placed her gently back against Dipper. Dipper sniffed Willow’s hair, and began grooming her furiously, purring once again.

“You know, deep down, he thinks the babies are his,” Mabel confided to Henry in a quiet voice.

Henry thought about it for a minute, as he saw Dipper wrap his wing even closer to Acacia, who had briefly shivered from the chill in the living room.

“I’m okay with that. As long as he doesn’t try and bite my fingers off again.”

Mabel grinned. “Why do you think I took pictures? Not just for the cute.”

She thrust the camera in the air.

“FOR THE BLACKMAIL!” she cried, somehow miraculously not waking up the babies.

(the next day, when Dipper wondered aloud why his head hurt so much and he had red hair in his teeth, Mabel grinned.

It was not a nice grin.)

I’m Not Scared- Chapter One

This is a fic I’ve been working on. BillDip/Mabcifica. It starts out with A Man Inside The Shack, then unwinds into the first chapter. Enjoy, PLEASE LET ME KNOW IF I SHOULD CONTINUE. 

There was a man outside the mystery shack.

He was tall and slender, with slick blonde hair and a half shaved head. The shaved portion was maybe an inch long, and black as coal. He was wearing a strapless patch over one eye, in the shape of a triangle, and some swear they saw flickers of blue light around the patch. His visible eye was golden, and his pupil was dilated. That matched with the wicked grin stretched across his face made him look almost sadistic. He had a yellow suit-vest over a black undercoat and matching jeans. He wasn’t wearing shoes, just black socks, and he floated an inch above the steps.

He outstretched an olive hand to twist the knob of the door.

Dipper, 16, looked at him suspiciously as he walked through the gift shop up to the counter. He smirked, leaned on the counter, and said his first words since arriving.

“Pine tree.”

Dipper almost punched him in the face, but the demon grabbed his fist.

“Now, Dip, don’t make a scene. Just thought I’d pop in, show you my new kicks.” He chuckled lightly, setting Dippers hand down on the counter.

“Bill, get out or I’ll spill holy water on you.”  Dipper glared, reaching under the desk slowly. Bill caught sight of his arm and took a step back. Dipper retracted his arm and looked just over Bills shoulder. Mabel, with a long braid and a green muscle shirt with a dark bandeau underneath, was running at the man who she immediately recognized as Bill Cipher.  She jumped, just as Bill spun around and lifted her into his arms.

“Put me down you isosceles douche!” Mabel kicked her legs and slammed her palms on Bills back.

“Shooting star, you got feisty! Have you not missed me? It’s been three whole years since we last played! The two of you got so tall,” Bill grinned, as if trying to be friendly, at the twins as he set the girl down. Mabel joined her brother behind the counter, reached under, and grabbed the little bottle of holy water without hesitation.

“I will use it, and it’ll hurt. I pour the whole bottle on your head, William.” Mabel began to untwist the glass bottle slowly.

“….Did you just call me William?” Bill smirked.

Mabel thrust the bottle in his direction, releasing water onto his cheek. The demon winced and slapped his hand to his face.

“I get the message, but we need to talk,” Bill hissed, clearly done with pleasantries. Dipper put an arm in front of Mabel, as if to shield her from whatever Bill might do.

“We’re not going anywhere with you! The last time we saw you, you possessed me, almost killed me, ruined Mabels play, and tried to destroy the Journals!”

Bill raised an eyebrow at this.

“JournalSSS, huh? I’ll talk to you about that later, but right now we need somewhere private to talk. I promise I’m not going to hurt you,” Bill rubbed the fiery red spot on his face where Mabel had splashed him.

“Okay, fine. Follow me.”


“You have ten minutes before we tell Stan you’re here and let him kill you.” Dipper sat in a wooden chair at their kitchen table, while Mabel stood behind him with her arms folded, glaring at Bill.

“Fair enough.” Bill nodded, looking at the twins before continuing.

“I know we’ve never been very well off on our friendship terms but the universe is in a pretty tight spot and you’re the smartest people I’ve ever encountered this side of the planet.

I can’t currently give you all the details but I’ve got one other person helping me. Her name is Luke, she’s a psychic I met while I was traveling since the last time I saw you.”

Mabel unfolded her arms and slowly sat down in the chair.

“So what do you want from us?”

Bill took a deep breath.

“I need you to let Luke and I stay with you, and we need to- as a team- stop this thing.”

Automatically, Dipper shot up from his seat.

“You aren’t staying with us. It’s not even our decision, but if it were I’d say no. No!” Dipper laughed at the thought of Bill and some girl living in their home.

“Dipper, we should hear him out more on what this ‘thing’ is.” Mabel huffed, and you could tell she didn’t like the idea any more than he did. She’d gotten to be more reasonable as she had grown, but she was still her silly old self. Usually.

“Fine.” Dipper sat down.

“So, what happened? We need to know what we’re dealing with before we do anything or agree to anything.” Mabel leaned forward, balancing her elbows on the table with her hands folded.

“A few months ago, I was summoned by these scumbags who wanted to make a deal, one where they get some of my power. Obviously I said no, but the thing is I couldn’t get away. They had me in a devils trap, and they forced me to give me some. I have literally the strongest will to ever exist, ever. They kept me there for two weeks, splashing me with holy water and torturing me until I was weak enough that they could take some by force.

I don’t know what they plan to do with it, all I know is that they were talking about a new world order, and it’s my duty to keep them from doing anything drastic.”

Mabel was biting her lip at this point. Before, the kids never would have trusted this man who had been trying so keenly to kill them. When a demon shows up on your doorstep, miraculously in  a human form you’d never seen, and asks to live in your house with his psychic friend, your first thought is not to trust him.
Even so….

Something about Bill made them want to believe him.

“You can live in the second part of the attic, Grunkle Stan doesn’t know about it. We found it while we were playing golf a while back. Don’t ask.”


“Dipper! We aren’t letting some psycho poo brains take over the world, especially using Bills power. He’s our problem and nobody elses.” Mabel threw her hands out. Dipper leaned back, he knew not to mess with Mabel.

“He hasn’t been our problem in years!”

“Well now he is.” Mabel turned away and that was that. Bill smirked at Dipper.

“Get that smirk off your face or I’ll punch it off you dickweed.” Dipper all but spat at Bill.

“You need to get upstairs now.” Mabel said, looking out the window at the golf cart train, steadily approaching the shack. “Stan can’t know you’re staying here.”

Bill nodded and ran through the door into the living room. The twins could hear him jogging up the stairs.  

“That’s the end of the tour folks! Feel free to spend some money at our gift shop!” Dipper grinned, walking out of the kitchen. Mabel followed directly behind him.

“We put the fun in no refunds!” Stan chuckled as the foolish people walked into the small shop. Dipper took his place behind the clerk counter.

Everything was normal for the rest of the day, spare the worry hanging over the kids heads that their Uncle would hear the occasional footsteps in the house.

A king’s job

He stumbled down the hall, a fury in his veins. The two Pines twins were running as fast as they could from the furious demon. In a moment of weakness his human form had slipped and his real form stood tall. Or at least the form he had taken in the moment he had let his humanity slip through his grasp.

“Sssshhhoooting Staaaaarrrrr, Pinnnnnee Treeeeeee.” he grumbled, smashing a few walls in the process. The girl was giggling, adrenaline running through her veins as she and her brother took off farther down the hall. This seemed to make Bill angerier.

“Pinee Treeee, if you stop nowww I’ll let you livveee.” said boy glanced back just slightly, enough for Bill to see the pain in his eyes. But he kept running. Any promise Bill offered him now was worthless. He had already broken so many.

“Pine Treeeeeeeeee.” he snarled again, this time more desperate. Dipper slowed a bit, almost contemplating stopping, but Mabel pulled him along once again, begging him not to give into Bill’s hypnotic words.

However, since Dipper slowed, they were both closer to the furious demon, giving him the opportunity to scoop up the twins. His grip tightened around them, and he lifted them up, almost suffocating the two.

“Youuuuu neeeeedd to learnnn, Pinnnne Treeee.” his words were slurred, and his eye twitched everywhere. Dipper adverted his gaze and went limp within Bill’s grasp. Mabel huddled towards him, still kicking her feet in a futile attempt to escape Bill’s grasp.

His pounding footsteps alerted the two older twins. Sucking in a deep breath, Ford gave his sibling a gentle hug and they stood their ground waiting for the demon to return.

“I caughhht them, Fordsy. Now… which one should I kill first?” he questioned, holding the two barely nineteen year olds. His eye begrudgingly flashing between a pine tree and a shooting star. When it landed on the shooting star he almost let out a sigh of relief. He raised his hands up reflexively, directed towards Mabel. She shut her eyes and let out a slight sob.

“Wait! Bill! Ford told me the equation, I’ll give it to you, just don’t kill her!” he pleaded, squirming within the demon’s grasp.

“Well, why didn’t you just say sooooo, Pine Tree?” the demon smirked, setting them both down and taking a humanoid form once again

He stuck his hand out and brushed a bit of blonde from his face. Dipper shot Stan and Ford a look, a slight laugh escaping the demon’s lips.

“Let’s get this show on the road.” Bill seemed oddly excited to say the least. He’d only ever been in Dipper’s body (deal wise) once or twice, but never in his mind.

“Dipper, you can’t!” Stan pleaded, reaching out to him.

“Dipper, my boy, listen to reason.” Ford requested, eyes showing no form of dire urgency.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” he sobbed, fingers gently meeting Bill’s. They intertwined fingers, fire flaring up around them.

Dipper’s mindscape was exactly how Bill would’ve imagined it. Dense forest covered every aspect, shrouding them both in a hazy brush of fog. It was romantic.

“You know I never would’ve killed you right, Pine Tree?” he murmured, fingers brushing the boy’s cheek.

“I’m so sorry, Bill…” he let out a light sob.

“Shhh, there’s nothing to be sorry about. As soon as you show me the equation you can become my queen and we can be together for the rest of eternity.” Bill hummed, finger’s trailing to his neck, breath ghosting over his lips.

“I don’t know the equation. Bill, we’re gonna die in here.” his voice was quiet as Bill’s fury grew.

“What the hell do you mean?” A spark of blue lit up the trees behind them.

“They started it.” Dipper’s chocolate orbs flickered to the fire illuminating the demon’s features. “I- I think they knew about us. Ford told me he was going to erase my memory anyways if I didn’t break it off with you. He wants me to be perfect all the time, and it’s really shitty.

But I can’t let you destroy a world that means so much to me. I can’t just sit by your side and watch as you kill innocent people…” Dipper gave Bill a gentle look. “I’ve loved you since I was like sixteen. And I know you aren’t all bad. So I want you to stop my heart. I know you can do it from here. I’ll go down with you, because that’s what a queen does for their king right?”

“That’s right, Pine Tree.” it was soft and innocent. Two things Bill wasn’t.

“You aren’t mad?”

“We’re going to the dreamscape, Pine Tree. And there’s no one in this world who I’d want to explore it with more than you.” The flames were closing in, suffocating them.

“Bill?” The demon grabbed his hips and pulled him close.


“I’m scared.”

“Me too, Pine Tree. But death is a pretty big adventure, isn’t it?” He molded their lips together as the flames consumed them.

Dipper shot up from bed, the multitude of noise in California keeping him from getting a good night’s rest. Summer in Gravity Falls had been uneventful and he wasn’t looking forward to goingback anytime soon. The only question on his mind, the simplicity of…. why did he cry every time he saw a flash of blue eyes and blonde hair? And the echoing statement in his mind that played over and over; “But a King’s job is to die for his queen, if that is what they need.”