Dipper Pines

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Dipper is moving! You can now find him at @mccnlitashes! ! !

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I'm considering moving Dipper to my MultiMuse blog.

I'm finding it really difficult to manage three blogs at the moment. On top of that, I'm really motivated when it comes to Lily. But I'm just not sure if this is just a phase. Or if it might be better this way. Aside from the difficulty of keeping three blogs active, my motivation to be here is just really low at the moment.

The decision won't be made immediately. Among other things, I just want to let you know with this post why I'm active on Lily and will be active again on my Multi in the near future, but why nothing is happening on Dipper.

You are welcome to share your opinion with me. I would even appreciate hearing other opinions on the subject.

Dipper may also get a new face. Since I read why my current face is on some banned faces lists, I am very torn about whether I really want to continue using it. I am open to ideas about who might suit Dipper!

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐄 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄

Send an emoji for me to describe (using pictures, moodboards, or a description) what outfit my muse would wear in different contexts. Feel free to add details or combine emojis.

💖 on a first date

💝 on a fancy date

☕ to a cafe

🍷 to the restaurant

🌸 to go to a picnic

🩱 to the beach

🗻 on a hike

🎆 to a theme park

🎉 to a party

🎃 to a Halloween/costume party

🎄 to a Christmas party

🎇 to a New Year's party

✨ to a ball

👗 to prom

💃 to go clubbing

💼 to work

📚 to school/college

💪 to the gym

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Specify for multimuse blogs.

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I'm sick and I hate it. Responses to threads will have to wait a few more days. Stay healthy! ♡

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cell phone headcanons

send me “#” for cell phone headcanons about our muses including:                              - what your muse’s name is in mine’s phone                              - what your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone                              - what your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone                              - my muse’s last text to your muse

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Ingvar: "I was meeting boy who was telling me very scary story. He was being attacked by horrible giant who was wanting to be eating of him, simply because he was being in his castle...! I was not knowing any giants were living in sky or having castles up bean-stalks big enough to be climb'd, but such is what he was saying...! This giant was having goose who was laying eggs made of gold, and the boy was having goose with him, and showing to me the golden eggs, for he was being thankful that I was not trying to be eating of him, only... I was telling to him that he ought to be keeping golden eggs for himself, for while I was being very thankful for offer, I would be having no use for them, for... I am having no money, and not eating those things. But if he was having goose who is laying golden eggs, then... all else he was saying must have been being true, too."

With his head tilted slightly to one side, Dipper listened to Ingvar's story. What he heard sounded familiar somehow, but at first he couldn't quite place it. A giant who lived in the sky? A golden goose? He furrowed his brow and wished he could do something to calm Ingvar down. This story seemed to have really upset him. When it dawned on him why the story seemed so familiar, Dipper looked at his friend with wide eyes. It was a fairy tale. One that his parents had told him before bedtime. And it was supposed to be true?!

Dipper opened his mouth to reply, but then closed it again because he didn't know how to start. Then he opened his mouth again: “Damn.” That was the only thing that would come out. He had to swallow hard. “He really had golden eggs with him?” Dipper felt so stupid for wanting to have this detail of his big friend's story confirmed again. But was Ingvar right? If the eggs were real, was there also a giant above the clouds? He looked up at the sky and tried to imagine how that could be possible. He knew that in fairy tales you could walk on clouds, but in reality, anyone would fall through them. “I'd like to dismiss it as a story.” Dipper swallowed, and when he looked at his friend again, he didn't know if his next words would be helpful. “My parents told me a fairy tale like that, but I never thought it could be true. Ingvar... do you think…” Dipper hesitated. Then he pulled himself together: “Do you think the giant could be dangerous? I mean, he wanted to kill the boy. Do you think... the giant could come down here?”

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ATLANTIS: THE LOST EMPIRE (2001) PROMPTS *  assorted dialogue from the film, adjust as necessary

it's been my experience when you hit bottom, the only place left to go is up.

i sleep in the nude.

about time someone hit him. i'm sorry it wasn't me.

i didn't say it was the smart thing, but it is the right thing.

i came down the chimney. ho ho ho.

we've done a lot of things we're not proud of. robbing graves, plundering tombs, double parking... but nobody got hurt.

maybe somebody got hurt, but nobody we knew.

will you look at the size of this? it's gotta be half a mile high at least.

our lives are remembered by the gifts we leave our children.

you're so skinny, if you turned sideways and stuck out your tongue, you'd look like a zipper.

hey look, i made a bridge.

as far as me goes, i just like to blow things up.

come on. tell the kid the truth.

does it match my dress?

it was like a sign from god.

i got your four basic food groups: beans, bacon, whiskey, and lard.

you have disturbed the dirt.

what have you done?

if you give back every stolen artifact from a museum, you'd be left with an empty building.

i gotta admit, i'm disappointed.

you ask too many questions!

who are you? who sent you?

do not be such a crybaby.

now tell me your story, my little friend.

trust me on this one. you don't wanna know.

if you're looking for the pony rides, they're back there.

what else have you got in there?

forget your jammies, [name]?

you're gonna want a pair of these.

i think we've seen how effective my decisions have been.

have i left anything out?

you did set the camp on fire and drop us down that big hole.

i took this job when my dad retired.

you are a scholar, are you not?

who told you that?

let's go over it again, just so we got it straight.

we're all gonna die.

someone needs to talk to that girl.

for the good of the mission, i will go!

tonight's supper will be baked beans. musical program to follow.

hey, i had nothing to do with it.

i'll have to quit my job.

you didn't just drink that, did you?

don't move, don't breathe, don't do anything...

carrots? why it it always carrots?

with something like that, i would have white wine.

we can't let him do this!

okay, now you can go.

how was my accent?

we are not thriving.

where are you going?

don't take no for an answer.

look, i have some questions for you, and i'm not leaving this city until they're answered.

somebody's gonna have to suck out this poison.

i thought you said he only had guns!

mercenary? i prefer the term "adventure capitalist."

do you wanna do my job? be my guest.

i'm gonna need you to fill these up.

thank god i lost my sense of taste years ago.

why don't you translate, and i'll wave the gun around.

this was not part of the plan.

you do swim, do you not?

your heart has softened.

you would have slain them on sight.

what they have to teach us, we have already learned.

something wrong with your neck?

so i guess this is how it ends? fine. you win.

get back! i've got soap, and i'm not afraid to use it!

look at all those tattoos!

i've got a bone to pick with you.

any last words?

i really wish i had a better idea than this.

i know i'm forgetting something.

you're the one who got us here.

you must've read it a dozen times by now.

sometimes i get a little carried away.

all will be well. be not afraid.

i hate fishing. i hate fish. hate the taste, hate the smell, hate all them little bones.

you will not regret this!

hard to believe he's still single.

can you drive a truck?

no time like the present.

i love it when we win.

you pick now of all times to grow a conscience?

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Elijah moved through the house, but avoided the room where the other man usually slept. Because he didn't trust him, and he didn't trust what had happened between them yesterday. He felt so strongly that something was wrong here that he didn't pay attention to where he ended up. The kitchen. A tiled room that normally held no amenities whatsoever. Just bare, no food, no drinks. How did the other one survive here? What was this house doing to them?

He heard the other one stomping around upstairs (probably not stomping, but the vampire was just extremely nervous and tense). He listened. What was he doing up there? Glass broke. He cursed. He was loud. He wasn't running away from Elijah? Not today? Interesting. The vampire waited, though. His gaze wandered around. He… coffee? He stood up and took the cup. Two, in fact. He sniffed it. There was nothing poisonous, but the mixture told him something. Was that a sign? Should he go to the other one?

His gaze drifted to the ceiling. Good. He wasn't afraid. Dipper. The name had fallen from the other's lips when he had been talking to himself. Oh, Elijah's hearing was so keen, he perceived so much. The vampire took the cups and then stood upstairs within a second. So fast. When he left the room, the smell of waffles had risen to his nose. Dipper was sitting on the floor reading something. He flinched when Elijah stood there, but he didn't run away. Nor did he try to stab him with wood. At least that was something.

Elijah, as reluctantly as he did so, sat down next to the others and handed him the coffee. A small gesture. “That was downstairs in the kitchen,” he added. He really knew the blend. Now that he was handing Dipper the coffee, he could remember. They had done this before. Drunk coffee together. In a relaxed and exuberant setting. Not at war with each other.

The vampire's gaze wandered around. “Why did you destroy the pictures?” He looked at the paper. A page from a book. But they had been pictures! He remembered it clearly. They had been beautiful landscape pictures. And now they were pages from a well-known book. Was it a joke that it was about another world? A world where everyone was somehow crazy? Were they crazy? Were they becoming crazy?

He sipped his coffee. Closed his eyes. Then his gaze fell on the other man. For the first time in who knows how long, they sat peacefully side by side. Not comfortably, but peacefully. “There's food downstairs. Waffles”

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He eyed the vampire skeptically. Nevertheless, he took the cup and inhaled the aroma of the coffee. It relaxed him a little. When was the last time he had drunk coffee? Dipper took a cautious sip. If the vampire had wanted to poison him, he wouldn't have been able to prevent it anyway, but his caution was more about the heat still radiating from the cup. But the coffee was drinkable. At least just barely. “Thanks.” The word slipped past Dipper's lips before he could stop it. Damn it! On the other hand... a little kindness couldn't hurt, right? While he tried to figure out what the hell was going on here!

And again, Dipper hesitated. Should he answer the other's question? He furrowed his brow and was about to throw something not so nice at him when the vampire told him that waffles were waiting downstairs. “Huh?” Dipper thought he had misheard. “There's nothing to eat downstairs in the kitchen, nor…” But then his gaze fell back on the coffee mug in his hands and he finished the sentence very quietly with, “Coffee.” Damn. What was going on here?

Dipper placed the cup on the floor beside him, pulled his legs up slightly, and rested his elbows on his thighs to bury his hands in his hair. He sighed deeply and long as he tried to piece together this puzzle. None of this makes any sense! Why would they be locked up here for weeks, months, maybe years without a bite to eat, and then suddenly they got coffee and waffles? Who was playing a prank on them, and why couldn't Dipper really remember anything that had happened before this house? Damn it! He knew the memories were there, but he just couldn't grasp them.

He sighed deeply again.

“I destroyed them because I wanted to get to the pages,” he muttered, his hands still buried in his hair and his eyes closed as he tried to concentrate. Then he looked up. “Ceasefire? For today? Too many crazy things are happening at the same time right now.”

For a moment, he looked at the other man’s face. Torn between letting him in on his thoughts or not. They were in the same boat. But he didn't trust him. “I just don't get it.” Maybe he wouldn't share all his thoughts with him. “The house was different yesterday, or am I crazy? There weren't any waffles for breakfast yesterday, were there?” | @mikaels0n-elijah

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@ghcstwired said: ❝ actually we've met before. ❞

When you met and interacted with as many people as Dipper did, it was sometimes difficult to put a face to a name. He knew for sure that he had seen the man in front of him before, and the other man's words also rang a bell. That face... damn it. Dipper racked his brain and cursed himself for his memory not working without looking at his journal. He knew for sure that he had met him before. Just as he had said...

“Ryujin, right?” Ha! His memory wasn't as bad as he had just thought. “We met at that after-show party. And we even talked for quite a while. Wow, I really didn't expect to see you here.” Dipper smiled. His mind would probably have clicked faster if they had met amid glamour and party lights rather than in the only music store within dozens of miles. After all, Gravity Falls was a sleepy little town in the middle of nowhere. Dipper wasn't even sure if there was a Ryujin album among all the dusty records and CDs. Simply because most of the records here were probably 20 years old, and the latest music often didn't even make it onto the shelves. In that respect, the residents here really were living behind the moon. Maybe he should give Wendy, the woman who ran Gravity Falls Radio, a tip.

“I'm definitely glad to see you!” And Dipper was indeed glad. Talking to Ryujin back then had been really fun. But... how had he found him? Had Dipper mentioned Gravity Falls back then? Or was it all coincidence? He wasn't sure. “What brings you to the sleepiest town in all of Oregon?”

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𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐀𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔?

doing things for them without being asked to

you're observant and you know your loved ones so well, you know when to do things for them without having to ask (or be asked) what they need. they don't always know how much you do for them; there's no need pointing it out, you're just happy to help. you do things simply to make others feel better and lighten their burdens, and expect nothing in return: their happiness is enough for you, even if they don't always know you're the one who caused it. still, as good as it might feel to give and give and keep on giving, please allow them to do things for you in return. people feel better when they're being helpful (you should know this, more than anyone) and no matter how hard it might feel for you to accept help from someone, you should take it when they readily give it to you. you deserve to be loved in the way you love them, too. you won't be a burden -- and remember: a real friend will love you even when you're not constantly being useful, because your company is more than enough.

tagged: @ghcstwired tagging: @embcrspark , @geisterwelt , @giaunt (ingvar) , @movimnto , @seekschaos (morgan) , @autopsified (eden) & You!

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@embcrspark & @grcvityfclls

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@seekschaos ( Morgan ) asked: ❛ What are you doing? ❜

Dipper looked up from his work and regarded Morgan for a moment with a mysterious smile. “Magic,” he replied, his smile turning mischievous. What he was doing couldn't really be called magic. But maybe it was a kind of magic. At least for people who didn't possess any special abilities.

He moved aside slightly so that she could sit next to him on the ledge on the roof, where he was using the daylight for his latest creation. Mabel had taken over the Shack today, and since Soos was also out, Dipper had thought he could come up with another sensation for the Shack. “The Shack thrives on the mysteries of this world. That’s no secret. But I stubbornly refuse to display actual… uh… supernatural beings in there. It’s a little too macabre for my taste. And yet, the Shack is teeming with stuffed creatures, animals, and bones, right? Well, Mabel and I started making a lot of things ourselves at some point, but based on what actually roams the woods. Take this one, for example.” Dipper lifted the nearly finished fairy from the tray on his lap and handed it to Morgan. “It’s not quite finished yet, and it already looks deceptively real, doesn’t it? The fairy dust will later be glitter from Mabel’s craft box, and I can present it to the humans as a mystery of Gravity Falls without having to brag about killing a fairy. It’s a win-win for both of us, don’t you think?” Dipper leaned back and took his vape out of his pocket to take a hit. The sweet smoke he exhaled smelled of lemon and lime.

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@nxtorious said: ❛ don't even talk to me about this because i won't remember. ❜

“Oh, come on.” Dipper’s grin stretched almost from ear to ear as he looked at Maverick. “Why wouldn’t you remember?” He was walking on extremely thin ice, he knew that. Still, he couldn’t help himself. Today he was in a very dangerous kind of mood. Not that he was running around wielding a chainsaw. But being a goofball now and then, and in a good mood at the same time? That could only end badly with Maverick. “How can you forget a conversation with me? Or is your memory like a sieve? Should I check?” He chuckled softly and had to really restrain himself from getting any closer to the other man. This could really backfire if he correctly assessed him in this regard. “If we’re not supposed to talk about it, then make a suggestion. What do you have in mind? Or should we just stand here in silence?” He raised an eyebrow, still amused by his own words.

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GIAUNT (N, ENGLISH): obsolete alternate spelling of giant

rp blog for 2 best friends from an original fantasy setting with inspiration taken from the sci-fi, horror, and supernatural genres: Ingvar, gentle giant; Hilda, passionate warrior-poet. au's available for various time periods and fandoms.

written by Marker (over 25, they/them or she/her) / promo graphic by @reverdies

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THE BAR OF LOST SOULS.

a collection of lyric starters taken from various songs on my original character's playlist. edit as you see fit!

they say that home is where the hearth is.

time isn't an arrow, it's a dagger at your throat.

the fire's warm and i'm making tea.

you let yourself grow numb 'cause you're too proud to need someone.

home is where the healing starts.

this is not where i come from.

this is not where i belong.

i'll sleep when i'm dead.

i don't know where to go.

i guess i'll go on my own way.

i'm not the same man you once knew.

i know now that i should have told you.

maybe someday you'll forgive me.

self-sabotage truly is an art form.

something hurts.

something aches.

we all outgrow our roots.

ain't that the way it always goes?

just relax and believe that this will pass.

give me a chance to get this right.

i'm learning how to let go.

don't just trust the words that i say.

i'm not a prophet, and i'm not a saint.

i'm out living one hell of a life.

i know we're one in the same.

that's why you and i both haven't caved.

no, don't just trust these tales that i spin.

i'm not your hero, nor your villain.

i wouldn't miss you.

i expect to find you waiting for me.

you still amaze me after all this time.

i'd fight for you in ways you can't imagine.

pace yourself.

you're gonna drag that wreck around the rest of your life.

who's gonna keep you happy?

everybody's looking for me.

time is running out for them.

i'll believe it all.

there's nothing i won't understand.

i won't let go of your hand.

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@giaunt asked: 🍁 Are there any particular cases or mysteries Dipper is particularly proud of solving?

There are! And I wanted to write a headcanon post about it.

The original lore behind Dipper answers the question. Dipper wanted to solve the mystery of the journals' author, and he succeeded. It's his Grunkle Stanford. Another mystery he wanted to solve was the mystery surrounding Bill Cipher. Dipper solved that mystery, too, and banished Bill.

However, I have my own lore after season two of Gravity Falls.

He solved one of his biggest mysteries: the "shadow entity" mentioned on this side of my carrd. It's hidden on Dipper's character sheet behind the icon of terbium.

Years after Dipper fought the monster in the warehouse and managed to keep the resulting nightmares to a minimum, he stumbled upon legends of forest spirits and nature spirits in general. He had never concerned himself with them. Why should he? They had left him alone, and he had left them alone. But something about the story seemed strange to him. The warehouse he had visited back then wasn't old. It wasn't a building that had been there for years, and yet it was abandoned. Which, of course, could be explained by the attacks, the strange lights, and all the other occurrences. But why would a creature occupy this warehouse?

Because the creature Dipper fought back then was a kind of nature spirit. Or at least this creature had once been a kind of nature spirit.

Dipper found legends about a spirit that lived there even before humans settled there. Its home was a huge tree by a pond. But Dipper hadn't seen such a tree, so he did some research. In fact, this tree had stood where the warehouse stands today. It was cut down and the pond drained to do what humans do: take over an area of nature that doesn't even belong to them. The spirit had always been peaceful, never kidnapping humans or committing other cruel acts that one occasionally stumbles upon in the mythology of such beings. They had lived in peace. Until humans destroyed the habitat of this nature spirit. So the spirit changed. After decades of being forgotten and increasingly confined in its habitat, it had had enough. It managed to survive when the tree was cut down and became something that people would tell horror stories about today.

Today, the entity is called Eldraun, which means (or could mean, since I am the one who came up with this) “the root of the trial.”

However, Dipper still cannot explain why this spirit left his country and took possession of Terbium, or why Eldraun appears when Dipper has Terry with him and gets into trouble. He suspects that it has something to do with the connection between his dog and himself. The loyalty they shared in that terrible moment. But that still doesn't explain everything that happened to him in connection with Eldraun...

So this mystery has not yet been completely solved (like the mystery about Bill *ahem*), but Dipper is still proud of his work. At least he now knows how to deal with the situation in a completely different way.