The Original Clone

(Hiatus) Indie rp blog for Tyrone from Gravity Falls || Same mun as Sneezes-like-kitten (Dipper) || M!A: None! But accepting || Indie RP Blog for Tyrone Pines (clone of Dipper Pines) ||

[zodiacspot]

More Zodiac Compatibility here

[idonthaveanynickname]

I remembered about Several Times. This forest full of clones!

[not-number-two]

Stan grabbed the boy by the back of his shirt and lifted him clean off the ground so that the two of them were eye-to-eye. "Okay, Kid." He said. "I know you're not Dipper. You smell similar to him, but also different. So, want to tell me who and what you are?" He raised his eyebrows, waiting for an answer.

Brunette let out small yelp when he was suddenly lifted up and now was facing Stan. How did people know he wasn’t Dipper, sure there were some people who hasn’t figured it out yet, but there are few who had noticed the difference. Tyrone glared at the other with huge eyes, struggling slightly. Nope, there was no escape. “I-… I’m his clone” he paused for a moment, and took deep breath. “Just paper clone who came out of copying machine.” he spoke in fast pace, trying not to freak out, still struggling every now and then, hoping to get down soon.

[moringmark]

[relentless-optimist]

Reblog if I can straight up ask you for a RP.

[expanding-infinity]

DO ET

[tacticaltaxonomist]

[memesfortheroleplayerssoul-a]

The 31st icon of your muse is their reaction upon finding out they were chosen as a tribute for the Hunger Games

[plaidcolor-blog-blog]

[morethanjustastar]

[not-number-two]

[not-number-two]

"What's the matter with ya kid? You look like you're having a slightly more pale color scheme than usual!"

Tyrone almost jumped out of his.. skin? He really didn’t expect to run into anyone here. “What? Me pale?… Haha, You’re such a joker Grunkle Stan” he laughed nervously and tried to act as normal as he could.

[not-number-two]

Stan’s words made Tyrone’s whole body tremble. Of course he couldn’t leave, why would he? He was just a papery clone of other human being. “W-why would I ever do… anything like that?” indeed, he was a lot like Dipper, as weak as him and as violent as him, which means not violent at all. There was no time to wait any answers as he suddenly was getting shot by a water, luckily the boy had pretty fast reflexes as he took few fast steps backwards, avoiding the shot. 

“W-wait wait! Stop!! You can’t kill me!” he shouted out as he flailed his arms, soon founding himself cornered up. “Dipper knows that I exist! Even Mabel knows.. now… How can you face Dipper if you just brutally kill me, his most favorite clone, here! I bet he would notice that I’m missing! B-besides! If you kill me here, you’d miss an opportunity to have person work in the Shack for free!” he was panicking, that’s why Tyrone was shouting out, glaring at the water gun with huge eyes. “I’m no danger to anyone, just little Tyrone who have been there for Dipper when he needed someone. S-…so please reconsider, please.” Tyrone squeaked out the last part, looking up at Stan while his whole body was trembling in fear.

[greediestgrunkle-blog]

The man cornered the boy as the same tried to plead for his life, one shot of water, that’s all that required, Stanford then puts his finger on the trigger of the watergun, all he needed wss to push the trigger, a simple action  for a simple problem. But as he sses the young boy tremble and beg, he couldn’t bring himself to do it. The way he talks, he acts, moves, it was identical to Dipper, it felt like he was pointing a gun at his own grandnephew. Why does he have to be so much like him? If only he was different in personality, but noooo, it had to be a perfect copy!.

Stanford tremble his hand, until he finally decides to put down the watergun, and facepalm himself.

“I must be going senile or somethin’!” He utters followed by a grumpy mumble.

“Okay, if you’re going to exist, there are some rules you need to follow!”

[not-number-two]

Tyrone followed the gun with his gaze and now that Stan wasn’t pointing him with it, the boy fell on his knees on the floor, swallowing slowly. If he had a normal body he would have probably wet his pants in this situation. Rules? That word made Tyrone look back up at Stan, frowning in sad manner. As much as he hated rules, but this was definitely better than getting disintegrated by water, what actually hurt when that happens.

“W-...what kind of rules?” he asked quietly, blinking few times. Not that Tyrone was going against any ground rules Stan was about to set to him, but he still hoped he wasn’t going to get trapped in the Shack or anything. 

[not-number-two]

"What's the matter with ya kid? You look like you're having a slightly more pale color scheme than usual!"

Tyrone almost jumped out of his.. skin? He really didn’t expect to run into anyone here. “What? Me pale?… Haha, You’re such a joker Grunkle Stan” he laughed nervously and tried to act as normal as he could.

[not-number-two]

As much as Tyrone knew, he wasn’t that strong, so the talk would be the thing he prefer in this kind of situations, not that he was ever going to be one by himself. “That’s kinda brutal” he managed to reply to the punching part, of course there were people who would deserve the punch, such as Robbie. 

“O-oh yeah you did ask me to chop the w-…” he paused when he noticed he got dragged towards the door, knowing that Dipper was out there. “Wait wait wa-..” and so the jig was up. Tyrone glared at Dipper, then very slowly turned his head at Stan, swallowing when he saw his expression, freezing up completely for a moment.

Now he just had to think of a way out of this situation. “…  Twiiiins” he said awkwardly, forcing a smile on his face. “Not buying it? Okay I just, get going now” he tried to walk casually away but forgot the fact that Stan still had a grib of his hand and prevented him to leave.

[greediestgrunkle-blog]

The male tightens his grip, but not enough to hurt him, just to keep the boy in his grasp, it was hard to tell what Stan was thinking right now,  he had a serious expression, but it wasn’t neither threatening or angry, it just seemed… thoughtful, Stanford usually is a pretty easy guy to ready since his emotions tend to comes in extremes, when he’s angry, he’s REALLY angry, when he’s sad he’s REALLY sad. But there are those rare times that he shows a much more enigmatic side of himself.

“Come with me!” He said in a slightly demanding tone, as he slowly drags the boy to the shack’s rug room. He finally let go of the boy’s hand and walks towards a box, turning his back to Dipper’s carbon copy.

“So, you came from the copier machine huh? I should’ve known, since when do ya exist?”

[not-number-two]

Tyrone’s awkward smile turned into horrified expression when he noticed he couldn’t escape and soon was dragged back into the Shack with Stan. His very short life just flashed in his eyes as he thought that he was going to get disintegrated once again. Tyrone just froze up and couldn’t even struggle at the moment. When they got in the room the boy just stood there, barely breathing. And when he noticed the a box he freaked out internally, waving his hands around as his mind got filled with images what was going to happen next. Indeed, his / Dipper’s paranoid side just got the best of him.

“I-.. I-..” he tried to think more clearly so he could answer the questions, shaking his head. “I came from the copier machine in the day you threw the party for kids that lives in Gravity Falls and were Dipper was supposed to sell the tickets… but he wanted to dance with Wendy, who left the stand before him. Dipper took a secret break so he went to copy himself. Then there was me and things got seriously out of hands because of Robbie and soon there was 11 clones! Everyone got  disintegrated in the same day… Wait I’m not sure what happened to Number 3 and Number 4, but the rest of us didn’t survive. Not even me… and some weeks ago I… don’t know how or what happened but I got back to life” he spoke in fast pace, waving his hands in motion. His tone tell how scared he was at the moment. 

“So we good? Yes? And I could just leave?” he pointed over his shoulder as he was getting ready to run for his life.

[greediestgrunkle-blog]

The man listened to the boy’s clumsy and rushed explanation, god, he even spoke like Dipper, but wait, he mentioned that he exists since the party? That was like, a week after they came to visit him, they knew about the paranormal of this place for that long? Clearly, Stanford were doing a half-assed job at protecting them, but not anymore.

As the boy asks if he can leave, the wrinkly old man didn’t said a word, just went quiet for a couple of seconds looking for something inside the box. 

“…It’s not that simple, I can’t let you wander around, causing trouble for Dipper, what if you steal astore, punch  a granny or kill someone? I can’t let my grandnephew pay the consequences for your actions… sorry kid…”

He finally turns his body towards the boy, revealing a watergun with the initials ‘M.P’ on the side.

“…but I have no choice!” 

With that said, the man points the watergun at the boy and pulls the trigger, hoping that it would be a deadly shot of water.

[not-number-two]

Stan’s words made Tyrone’s whole body tremble. Of course he couldn’t leave, why would he? He was just a papery clone of other human being. “W-why would I ever do... anything like that?” indeed, he was a lot like Dipper, as weak as him and as violent as him, which means not violent at all. There was no time to wait any answers as he suddenly was getting shot by a water, luckily the boy had pretty fast reflexes as he took few fast steps backwards, avoiding the shot. 

“W-wait wait! Stop!! You can’t kill me!” he shouted out as he flailed his arms, soon founding himself cornered up. “Dipper knows that I exist! Even Mabel knows.. now... How can you face Dipper if you just brutally kill me, his most favorite clone, here! I bet he would notice that I’m missing! B-besides! If you kill me here, you’d miss an opportunity to have person work in the Shack for free!” he was panicking, that’s why Tyrone was shouting out, glaring at the water gun with huge eyes. “I’m no danger to anyone, just little Tyrone who have been there for Dipper when he needed someone. S-...so please reconsider, please.” Tyrone squeaked out the last part, looking up at Stan while his whole body was trembling in fear.

[not-number-two]

ALOT OF M!A's for Muse and Mun pLEASE DO THIS OMG

Russian Roulette: Muse is given a gun with one bullet that must be used to shoot someone/something of Mun's choosing. Ends when shot is executed.

Mute Mun: Mun cannot speak. The Muse must speak for the Mun in OOC posts, tags, and such other forms of Mun communication (exceptions; Chatzy, Skype) for twelve hours.

You Ruined Everything: Congratulations! Your muse is now a parent! (Anon decides the other parent, if any.) However, they aren't quite sure how to cope with this new-found parenthood.

Mundane: The Mun must tell the truth for two days

Opposite Mun: The mun will say or do the complete opposite of what they normal would say or do in OOC posts. (Yes, you may write underneath in a SMALL paragraph what you actually mean, in such a case you need to clarify something with a friend.)

Opposite Muse: Role Play, for one day, a character the complete opposite of your current Muse. (Can be either from same fandom and OC or so or different fandom.)

Old Muse: Role Play, for one day, a character you have Role Played before. (If this if your first muse, then you may deny the M!A.)

Artificial Heart: The muse no longer feels emotions- no pain, no anger, no rage. They simply become an apathetic shell. Can be broken early if something strong enough manages to break their "emotional inhibitor."

Re: Your Brains: Your muse is now a zombie and really just wants to eat people's brains. Fortunately for the muse, they have a bit higher IQ than your average zombie, so they've realized that going around and yelling "BRAINS" isn't going to do much. Rather, they'll go door-to-door, asking people for their brains. Much more civilized.

Unknown Muse: Role Play, for one day, a character you know absolutely nothing about. (You may research a bit of your character before beginning.)

Silver and Cold: The world just isn't the same, is it? It's so cruel and grey, there just isn't any point anymore... Muse is now suicidal for six hours

Oh god no: Muse and Mun are now do everything togheter for 3 days

Technologic: Muse is turned into a robot.

?yako uoy erA: Muse is cursed to speak backwards.

I'm Melting!: Muse cannot stop bleeding from the mouth, nose, or eyes (anon's choice). Muse cannot pass out from blood loss.

Frozen to the Core: Muse becomes extremely cold natured and seeks any form of warmth.

Eleanor Rigby: Muse can no longer be seen or heard by others for (anon decides).

Nowhere Man: Muse is stranded on an island for (anon decides) until they get rescued.

Jack the Ripper: Muse has been attacked by something that obviously has no sense of mercy. They are beaten, bloody, and left for dead someplace abandoned. Lasts until someone comes to the rescue... Or finishes the job.

Just Shut Up!: Muse hears voices in their head. Anon can pick whose voice it is.

Othello: Your muse thinks his/her lover is cheating on them with their best friend for 24 h.

Pretend it's a Video Game: Level up! Your muse is now a video game character. It lasts for 5 days.

Lights: Turn the lights on! Your muse has a sudden addiction to lights. All lights are beautiful. Must look at lights. Lasts a full week.

Bikinis and Big Booties Y'all: Whoo! For one entire night, your muse suddenly wants to get drunk and party.

Overprotective: Muse becomes obsessive of the person Anon chooses.

Heartache: Muse feels a sharp pain in their chest every time they think of their lover (or someone/thing they love) for___.

Winter's Tale: Your muse is frozen and can’t move but they can hear and see fine for ___.

Afraid of Your Own Shadow: Muse is unnaturally skittish and afraid of everything around them for 24 hours.

Age: Muse will be a Kid for 10 Hours

Alone: Your character believes they are abandoned and left for dead. If someone is in the room with them, they are heard in an echo.

Angel: Muse is and angel for ___

AU: Muse is stuck in an Alternate Universe with little recollection of their own universe for a whole week

Aurora: You just can’t stay awake for long, can you? It’s a curse that can only be broken the old fashioned way. Better get that kiss before you can’t open your eyes again.

Bad: Muse becomes a “bad boy/girl” for (Anon decides duration)

Chained up: For 10 hours, your muse will find themselves bound by chains. They can either have a savior or a torturer.

Chibi: Stuck as a chibi- adorable, but only 2'4'' in height...

Command: Muse has to take commands by the next _______ people in their ask (Anon specifies)

Confess: Muse has to confess something they think of or feel toward anyone they speak to each time they speak to them for the next 5 hours

Demon: Muse is a demon for ___

Dream: Muse will have a wet Dream about the next muse on their Dash

Dreams: Muse is able to trespass in the dreams and nightmares of others for 48 hours

Esmeralda: What a fantastic dancer you are, you wonderful muse, you. Why don’t you show off your talents on the pole? I hear they’re a sight.

Gas: Muse will have hallucinogenic imaginary sights for one day.

Happy Days: Muse is forced to keep permanent smile for 24 hours.

Have a ball: For the next (x) hours, your muse is ballgagged and cannot talk

Host: Muse will be a Gentleman/Lady for 34 Hours

Love: Muse will be in love with (Anon decides) for 2 days

On My Own: Muse is lost, and will wkander around _______ (Anon specifies place) until someone finds them and brings them home.

Power: Muse gains _______ (Anon specifies) as a power for 17 hours

Pretty Please: My Character must grant favours of anyone who asks. So long as they say please. (Anon decides duration)

Rapunzel: Trapped in a tower, high above the world, it’s a lonely thing, and you are so bored. But it seems you’ve a visitor. Time to convince them to take you on an adventure.

Reverse: Muse's personality will be extremely opposite for (Anon decides)

Say You'll Haunt Me: Muse is a ghost, whom can only be seen if they want to be. Lasts 10 posts

Slave: Muse becomes a maid or butler to _______ (Anon decides) for 10 posts

S-S-Stop!: Muse develops a bad stutter for 24 hours.

Switch: Muse has to switch bodies with (Anon decides, but muns have to agree) for (Anon decides how long)

Touch: Everyone you touch is under your command and at your disposal for the next (Anon decides duration). Use it well.

What Are You, Chicken?: Muse gets the chicken pox. Anon decides if there are any magical side effects for 24 hours.

[moringmark]

[zodiacspot]

Fun zodiac facts here!

[not-number-two]

"What's the matter with ya kid? You look like you're having a slightly more pale color scheme than usual!"

Tyrone almost jumped out of his.. skin? He really didn’t expect to run into anyone here. “What? Me pale?… Haha, You’re such a joker Grunkle Stan” he laughed nervously and tried to act as normal as he could.

[not-number-two]

As much as Tyrone knew, he wasn’t that strong, so the talk would be the thing he prefer in this kind of situations, not that he was ever going to be one by himself. “That’s kinda brutal” he managed to reply to the punching part, of course there were people who would deserve the punch, such as Robbie. 

“O-oh yeah you did ask me to chop the w-…” he paused when he noticed he got dragged towards the door, knowing that Dipper was out there. “Wait wait wa-..” and so the jig was up. Tyrone glared at Dipper, then very slowly turned his head at Stan, swallowing when he saw his expression, freezing up completely for a moment.

Now he just had to think of a way out of this situation. “…  Twiiiins” he said awkwardly, forcing a smile on his face. “Not buying it? Okay I just, get going now” he tried to walk casually away but forgot the fact that Stan still had a grib of his hand and prevented him to leave.

[greediestgrunkle-blog]

The male tightens his grip, but not enough to hurt him, just to keep the boy in his grasp, it was hard to tell what Stan was thinking right now,  he had a serious expression, but it wasn’t neither threatening or angry, it just seemed… thoughtful, Stanford usually is a pretty easy guy to ready since his emotions tend to comes in extremes, when he’s angry, he’s REALLY angry, when he’s sad he’s REALLY sad. But there are those rare times that he shows a much more enigmatic side of himself.

“Come with me!” He said in a slightly demanding tone, as he slowly drags the boy to the shack’s rug room. He finally let go of the boy’s hand and walks towards a box, turning his back to Dipper’s carbon copy.

“So, you came from the copier machine huh? I should’ve known, since when do ya exist?”

[not-number-two]

Tyrone’s awkward smile turned into horrified expression when he noticed he couldn’t escape and soon was dragged back into the Shack with Stan. His very short life just flashed in his eyes as he thought that he was going to get disintegrated once again. Tyrone just froze up and couldn’t even struggle at the moment. When they got in the room the boy just stood there, barely breathing. And when he noticed the a box he freaked out internally, waving his hands around as his mind got filled with images what was going to happen next. Indeed, his / Dipper’s paranoid side just got the best of him.

“I-.. I-..” he tried to think more clearly so he could answer the questions, shaking his head. “I came from the copier machine in the day you threw the party for kids that lives in Gravity Falls and were Dipper was supposed to sell the tickets... but he wanted to dance with Wendy, who left the stand before him. Dipper took a secret break so he went to copy himself. Then there was me and things got seriously out of hands because of Robbie and soon there was 11 clones! Everyone got  disintegrated in the same day... Wait I’m not sure what happened to Number 3 and Number 4, but the rest of us didn’t survive. Not even me... and some weeks ago I... don’t know how or what happened but I got back to life” he spoke in fast pace, waving his hands in motion. His tone tell how scared he was at the moment. 

“So we good? Yes? And I could just leave?” he pointed over his shoulder as he was getting ready to run for his life.

[not-number-two]

"What's the matter with ya kid? You look like you're having a slightly more pale color scheme than usual!"

Tyrone almost jumped out of his.. skin? He really didn’t expect to run into anyone here. “What? Me pale?… Haha, You’re such a joker Grunkle Stan” he laughed nervously and tried to act as normal as he could.

[not-number-two]

Tyrone let out silent relieved sigh, at least Stan didn’t know the truth. “… Y-yeah, puberty and stuff” he said in awkward manner and were about to take his leave until he got pulled to sit next to Stan. Awkward, so awkward. The boy just wanted to disappear while listening Stan, facepalming for a moment there. Tyrone turned his gaze at Stan, feeling so uneasy at the moment and you could see it on his face that he didn’t enjoy this one bit. 

“Yeah, I kinda understand…” he laughed nervously, soon frowning for a moment. “Actually I don’t, how does outsmarting ‘suckers’ make a teenager feel better? Isn’t there like.. some other way so no one gets hurt?” not like Tyrone needed any this information, he wasn’t a normal kid after all.

[greediestgrunkle-blog]

“Sure, ya can be a pansy and ‘’talk it out’” The old man makes air quotes on the ‘talk it out’. “But sometimes the best way to feel better about yourself is when other people are worse! Even if it means punching some jerk in the face!”

The man utters, frankly, what he’s saying isn’t much of a useful tip but it says a lot about Stan way of seeing things, hell, things only got better for him because he was tougher than a mugger, so it’s only natual he would feel that way.

“Hah, one day you’ll learn kid, I might even teach ya some boxing moves.” Stan stands up. “But first, you got work to do! C’mon!” He pulls the boy by his hand towards the door outside of the shack. “Quite frankly, I don’t know why you’re just lazing around, I’ve asked you to chop the wood thirty minutes….”

“…ago.” 

The man suddenly happens to see another, much less pale Dipper outside not far from the shack, chopping the wood like he had asked to. Stanford suddenly sopped talking and stares at the ‘fake’ Dipper, with a stern expression. 

[not-number-two]

As much as Tyrone knew, he wasn’t that strong, so the talk would be the thing he prefer in this kind of situations, not that he was ever going to be one by himself. “That’s kinda brutal” he managed to reply to the punching part, of course there were people who would deserve the punch, such as Robbie. 

“O-oh yeah you did ask me to chop the w-...” he paused when he noticed he got dragged towards the door, knowing that Dipper was out there. “Wait wait wa-..” and so the jig was up. Tyrone glared at Dipper, then very slowly turned his head at Stan, swallowing when he saw his expression, freezing up completely for a moment.

Now he just had to think of a way out of this situation. “. . .  Twiiiins” he said awkwardly, forcing a smile on his face. “Not buying it? Okay I just, get going now” he tried to walk casually away but forgot the fact that Stan still had a grib of his hand and prevented him to leave.

[not-number-two]

"What's the matter with ya kid? You look like you're having a slightly more pale color scheme than usual!"

Tyrone almost jumped out of his.. skin? He really didn’t expect to run into anyone here. “What? Me pale?… Haha, You’re such a joker Grunkle Stan” he laughed nervously and tried to act as normal as he could.

[not-number-two]

Well this can’t be good! Tyrone quickly covered the number two on his cap with his hands, glaring at Stan with huge eyes. “Y-..you do? I.. I mean, there’s clearly.. nothing weird going on here”

[greediestgrunkle-blog]

“Yes there is….you’re having self-esteem problems.” Well,the old man then sits down and pull the boy to sit next to him. “Aaaah the horrors of puberty.”

“Listen kid, it’s perfectly natural for a boy of your age, feel some insecurities,   It’s a phase, that everyone goes through, but you can’t let this get the best of you! You wanna know a secret of stop feeling this way?”

“You outsmart every sucker you can out of their money, and the ones you can’t outsmart, you just punch ‘em! Understand what I’m saying?”

[not-number-two]

Tyrone let out silent relieved sigh, at least Stan didn’t know the truth. “. . . Y-yeah, puberty and stuff” he said in awkward manner and were about to take his leave until he got pulled to sit next to Stan. Awkward, so awkward. The boy just wanted to disappear while listening Stan, facepalming for a moment there. Tyrone turned his gaze at Stan, feeling so uneasy at the moment and you could see it on his face that he didn’t enjoy this one bit. 

“Yeah, I kinda understand...” he laughed nervously, soon frowning for a moment. “Actually I don’t, how does outsmarting ‘suckers’ make a teenager feel better? Isn’t there like.. some other way so no one gets hurt?” not like Tyrone needed any this information, he wasn’t a normal kid after all.

[not-number-two]

"What's the matter with ya kid? You look like you're having a slightly more pale color scheme than usual!"

Tyrone almost jumped out of his.. skin? He really didn’t expect to run into anyone here. “What? Me pale?… Haha, You’re such a joker Grunkle Stan” he laughed nervously and tried to act as normal as he could.

[greediestgrunkle-blog]

“And also, why there’s a number two on your cap.”

“Oooh, I see what’s going on here!” 

[not-number-two]

Well this can’t be good! Tyrone quickly covered the number two on his cap with his hands, glaring at Stan with huge eyes. “Y-..you do? I.. I mean, there’s clearly.. nothing weird going on here”

[not-number-two]

"What's the matter with ya kid? You look like you're having a slightly more pale color scheme than usual!"

Tyrone almost jumped out of his.. skin? He really didn’t expect to run into anyone here. “What? Me pale?… Haha, You’re such a joker Grunkle Stan” he laughed nervously and tried to act as normal as he could.