Anonymous said: I'm the anon that once asked if you wrote Gravity Falls fanfiction and can I just say that I'm SUPER EXCITED
No one even look at me im gonna do all this
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(Tiny quick section of a Gravity Falls fic I want to write. Please enjoy this one random scene. CW for gore, emetophobia, blood, kinda death)
Dipper stared hard at his palms—the cross stitched mouths of two sock puppets—and let his gaze drift to the hems wrapping his elbows. His body stopped there, melting into a blue haze even he could barely see. The form wafted with disturbances in the air. Temporary, and fading. Only the puppets were solid, and reassuringly real.
The mouth of one puppet was stained a fierce red. It chewed on a worn sponge that dripped a greasy crimson liquid onto the floor. Arms shaking, Dipper dunked the sock and sponge back into the pan of warm water he’d laid on the table. Squeeze, suck up, squeeze, suck up.
He moved the sodden puppets to the bed and scrubbed the darker, cakey stains from that familiar pale skin. He focused only on the exposed arm, riddled with mosquito bites and peppering freckles. He never noticed just how knobbly his knuckles were, how dirty the nail-beds were, how small his forearm really was.
Aggressively, the puppet scrubbed the blood from the knife cuts up and down Dipper’s arm. He moved to the shoulder that Bill had skinned falling down the stairs. Deep, thin cuts transitioned to shallow broad scrapes. The free puppet hand tried to snap his broken nose back into place. Both eyes were closed—huge, and blotchy. The burst veins beneath bled into spiderwebs of magenta.
Cool body, kid. Motor controls are stunning. Think it flies?!
The two dutiful puppets grabbed his white arm, creating a fulcrum elbow to sock hem, and cracked the bones back into place. He saw Mabel flinch in the corner of the room.
"Dipper, please, let me help…"
"I don’t think there’s anything you can do," one puppet muttered, bloody sponge dripping in its mouth.
"You need a doctor."
"How do we explain this to a doctor, Mabel? My body’s got no pulse."
Dipper moved on to wiping away the stream of thin, watery, caustic vomit trailing from his own mouth. A mixture of soda, juice, milk, and Drano. Bill had guzzled each in turn, and doubled over to vomit violently after two gulps of Drano, laughing all the while.
Dipper cracked open his mouth. Chunks of his own dissolved stomach lining slopped against his cheek, clogging his airway in all likelihood. There was more blood pooling in his mouth than on either arm.
Drano huh? Some sort of sports drink?! Looks delicious!
"You can get back in it, right?" Mabel scooted to the edge of her bed, weight leaning forward. "You’re in two sock puppets right now. It’ll be easy to just get in one dumb body."
Dipper looked down at his two bastardized servants. Their googly eyes were greased with pus and antiseptic and blood. Their tube sock bodies had washed to a pale pink. Only the mouths remained violently red.
"I probably could." Dipper surveyed his work. The arms were cleaner, but the gashes oozed fresh. The scrapes were better defined. His viscous, liquefying tongue looked more like marinara sauce than an organ.
"Then…do it, please. You’re scaring me, Dip."
Dipper shook his head, the action lost on his sister. “I don’t…I don’t think it’s all me anymore, Mabel. I don’t know how I would be in there.” He looked at the dead, cold lips of a body beyond repair. “And I’m way too scared to try.”
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where the fuck does he get a tub of spiders this is gonna be a hell of a fanfic
I dont even want to put this in context it’s such a beautiful sentence
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phikasa said: I don't even watch gravity falls and I'm looking forward to that bipper fan fiction
THANK YOU THAT’S ACTUALLY SUPER NEAT WHEN SOMEONE NOT EVEN IN THE FANDOM IS INTERESTED WOW I M GO NNA W R IT E TH E TH I NG
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Anonymous said: I SAW YOUR BIPPER POST PLZ PLZ WRITE THE THING ITS RIGHT UP MY ALLEY. THE ALLEY FILLED WITH SPIDERS AND DEAD CHILDREN.
I LIKE THAT YOU’RE TALKING ABOUT SPIDERS BECAUSE PART OF MY HEADCANON IS THAT BILL DOESN’T ONLY DO PAINFUL HORRIBLE LETHAL THINGS WITH DIPPER’S BODY SOME OF IT IS JUST TO FUCK WITH DIPPER LIKE HE JUST ROLLS AROUND IN A TUB OF SPIDERS GIGGLING AS THEY CRAWL INTO HIS CLOTHES AND MOUTH AND EYES AND DIPPER JUST WHIMPERS ABOVE AS HE WATCHES.
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Anonymous said: Do it...write Bipper fan-fiction. You can finish it some other time if you have to, but write it. Please.
you don’t evEN UNDERSTAND THE AWFUL THINGS BILL COULD HAVE DONE TO THAT BODY WHILE HE WAS INHABITING IT.
HE WANTS DIPPER OUT OF THE WAY DO YOU KNOW THE HORRIBLE TERRIBLE UNGODLY THINGS HE VERY REALISTICALLY MIGHT HAVE DONE TO TRASH THAT BODY
DO YOU UNDERSTAND DIPPER DISCOVERING THESE AWFUL THINGS ONE BY ONE ONCE HES GOT HIS BODY BACK. THE WORRY OVER WHAT HIS BODY HAS BECOME. WHAT HE’S BECOME.
HE INHABITED A SOCK PUPPET APPARENTLY THE VESSEL DOESN’T HAVE TO BE ALIVE DO YOU U N D E R S T A N D
WAIT NO IM NOT DONE YET IM JUST
"HUMAN SODA IM GONNA DRINK IT LIKE A PERSON" WHY STOP AT SODA WHY NOT DRINK MILK AND WATER AND JUICE AND BLEACH AND DRAINO AND ANTIFREEZE THEYRE ALL AVAILABLE IVE HEARD ANTIFREEZE IS YUMMY
THOSE FORKS IN HIS HAND WELL THERE ARE PLENTY OF DRAWERS WITH BUTCHER KNIVES THAT ARE EQUALLY FUN TO SLAM THOSE WOULDNT BE HARD TO FIND
"THESE ARMS ARE DURABLE" WELL BILL’S A CURIOUS GUY JUST HOW DURABLE ARE THEY ARE THEY DURABLE ENOUGH TO SLAM IN THE OVEN DOOR OR IN THE CAR DOOR OR INTO THE LAWNMOWER WHO KNOWS LETS FIND OUT HUMAN ARMS ARE INTERESTING
BIPPER WALKING AROUND IN BROAD DAYLIGHT GRINNING EAR TO EAR AS HIS RIGHT ARM BLEED PROFUSELY AND HIS LEFT ONE DANGLES BENT BACKWARD AT THE ELBOW AND HIS INSIDE LIQUEFY AND DIPPER CAN ONLY FLY AFTER HIM AND WATCH AND ASK IF HE EVEN WANTS TO GET BACK IN IT IF HE COULD TAKE THAT SORT OF PAIN
So if Bill managed to really eff up Dipper’s body while he was in it, and Dipper managed to get back in, would he be a ghost possessing his own corpse?
WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT
au where mitt romney is cr1tikal
I hate that feeling when you’re not necessarily sad, but you just feel really empty and every little thing gets to you and everyone that talks to you makes you angry and you want to punch everyone in the face
I asked my roommate what she would wish for if she were a magical girl in Madoka, and then this wonderful mess poured out of her mouth.
Gravity Falls; Sock Opera Rough Designs
Sorry for the delay, back from vacation.
Somebody figured out that Bipper in the Reverend outfit was inspired by Robert Mitchum in Night of the Hunter. That’s my favorite movie and a big influence on many artist I know. There are other secrets hidden in the designs though…
Bill pays Dipper a visit- Original special poses and designs by master of nightmares Robert Ryan Cory!
Bipper’s outfit inspired by this dashing gent:
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