‘I knew things were going too good.’ Dipper thought as he watched the connection between his laptop and the server hosting his favorite d-list movie site go from
steady to lagging to non-existent. When he tried to reload “Schlockmaster Grant’s Movie-O-Rama” all he got was a ‘Site Not Found’ message.
“Well what am I going to do now?” he wondered out loud as he started trying to find an alternate site to watch bad movies from. Well there are plenty of those but Grant’s not only had several of the movies they had watched together in Gravity Falls, it also had a feature that would have allowed the two of them to watch simultaneously.
Parents POV
Okay this isnt a real attempt at fanfiction this is more of and idea i just wanted to get out that i didn’t know how to express through drawings.. So it’s not written well haha but if there’s anyone who can actually write and wants to use the idea, go ahead, I’d love to read it.
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Mabel doesn’t show up for the wedding ceremony but Mr and Mrs Pines weren’t that surprised if they were entirely honest. It was hard not to notice how her smiles never reached her eyes when he had his arm around her or when people told her “congratulations”. Her whole family, especially Dipper, were very familiar with what a real Mabel smile was and this was not one.
So when her maid of honor whispered into the ear of the priest in front of everyone, the parents of the bride were the only ones who didn’t gasp. They knew she’d be okay and were a bit relieved. They knew she’d return home sense her mom gave her a long talk assuring her the night before that she didn’t have to go through with it.
But when they called her phone, they were surprised she didn’t answer. So they searched for Dipper to ask him to call her, those kids were always really close.. too close at times but no one talks about it.
Where was Dipper? They haven’t seen him since they arrived. They searched and searched and every door that he wasnt behind made them increasingly nervous so they tried to call him next.. again with no answer.
Only then did Mr and Mrs Pines share the shock and disbelief that the guests did. Mabel didn’t just run away from her wedding… She eloped..
Realized i never went through your posts! I think this is pretty dang good for a not 'real' attempt. I mean, i think that's objectively good sentence structure and you could've expanded this pretty well yourself.
Pick present or past tense, and only change if it makes contextual sense (memories or prior events for example).
But yeah, I'm a big fan of pines parents pov so i wrote something, not to steal your thunder
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Chatter echoed about the room, busy as it was. It was a bit quieter than most gatherings, though, since weddings inspired a lower level of conversation. Some of it was in deference to the seriousness of one person swearing their life to another, but most of it was because everyone felt pretty awkward about the fact this was happening to begin with. There were dozens of attendees on both sides of this joining, and yet it would be fairly difficult to identify any who felt this was truly a solid marriage.
The bride and groom got along well. Very well. Just not the right sort of “well”. There were many theories about that subtle itch of not-quite-right they all felt, but the end result was the same:
Doubt.
Guilty doubt, since these were loved ones after all. The kind that exists when you know they're making a mistake, but… well… it's their life isn't it? And they seem sincere…
“Seem”
The quotations were a particular quality used only by two particular people in this uncertain crowd. The bride’s parents were obviously more aware of her mindset so their doubt was less guilty, or differently guilty. They knew this wasn't what she wanted. A shared four-way look with the groom’s parents proved the groom was the same.
But… for a different reason, the Pines parents both figured. Maybe there was a similar issue on the other end, what with how close they saw the other parent’s faces matched their own. “Similar”, of course, meaning a problem.
A particular problem Mr and Mrs Pines had known for a while. Did the groom’s match the bride’s? Maybe, maybe. He had a brother as well, but was that any less likely an issue than the fact she did?
Did it even really matter whether or not the groom’s specific problem was incest? No, not really. They both simply wanted some sort of camaraderie with their equals on the other side of the aisle.
Because their son wasn't there to share in the awkwardness.
A suspicious absence, to everyone else should they notice. Fairly expected by the Pines parents, and yet still somehow very disappointing despite it all. It was almost ironic that the marriage was happening to begin with, since it was clearly his idea however much he would have hated it.
A cover-up. Maybe arranged with the groom, whatever his secret. A shared situation where appearances allowed their deviant situations to both exist under the radar, guarded by society’s blindness to more standard expectations.
Which of them had cancelled that plan, clever as it was? Therein lay the irony, since Mr and Mrs Pines knew it was him. They couldn't actually “know”, literally, but they knew. They knew like they'd known for years.
Years and years of knowing and doing nothing. Feeling a strange and slow panic that prevented them from interfering with a happiness they could never approve of. One they never spoke of, but saw in one another's eyes that they shared that painful awareness.
Now, they both squeezed their hands, fingers interlocked. Something was about to happen. Something too easy to predict even months ago when this wedding had first been announced.
The bride wouldn't be here. The groom wouldn't care, not that any of the crowd would notice, except maybe his own parents. It was all a blatant farce, evidenced by how none of the guests would be particularly surprised themselves considering the doubt they'd previously hidden.
Their clenching hands were something of a reassurance to one another. Not for the near-future of this wedding’s inherent collapse, but for the far-future they'd allowed to happen. Actually…
Allowed? No, that wasn't the right word. It wasn't something that could've been stopped. Slowed, maybe, but not stopped. Just like this empty effort at a cover-up was little more than a token notice that their children's relationship was unnatural.
Mr and Mrs Pines looked at one another, exchanging a small and only half-forced smile. They'd spent their fair share of money on this farce, but at least they'd been able to pretend at normalcy for a short while longer. It was nice, even if dealing with the ensuing aftermath was about to be difficult.
My favorite set ups are anything where they’re forced to look at eachother in a new light/forced to see eachother as a man and woman or anything accidentalEx: stuck in a small space so they have to deal with body parts, friends influence stuff like truth or dare, skinny dipping. Accidentally touching of some kind. Accidentally seeing eachother at a bad time. Making drunk accidents
Very rusty, and written two separate nights at 1am each, so im not editing. I like the small space idea...
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The hallway was quiet and dark. Peaceful compared to the remarkable loudness when it was light. It was a school hallway after all. At this particular moment, however, it was an uncommon mix of only mostly dark (thanks to the moon) and loud.
Two twins were arguing and jostling their way down the corridor, one astonished his sister actually believed the recent stories of a rumored ghost. This was countered by an admonishment of his hypocrisy, since he believed older stories of other ghosts at their school (to say nothing of other ridiculous beliefs).
It was a jovial discussion in the end, as most of their arguments were these days. They hadn't noticed it yet themselves, but there had been a subtle decrease in the anger they might feel during such a situation. Perhaps it was that the heat they felt while arguing hadn't noticeably changed as one source replaced another so very gradually.
There’d of course been the volatile angst of puberty that had turned preteen disagreements into teenage shouting matches. But now they were at the end of their teen years. Conceptually anyways, since they were evidently instant adults upon turning 18 even as they still went to high school. In any case, the mellowing had been slow and long without ever feeling as such.
They were close as they walked and talked. Closer than they actively realized because it was a comfortable close. A natural close. One that had never changed regardless of how much their relationship had waned and waxed over the past couple of years. There may be a current turbulence at this moment, but also an underlying knowledge that it would pass.
They reached their destination.
He boisterously threw open the door to the classroom, loudly declaring his disbelief with his arm to the door. She dodged under the gap, sardonically commenting that said disbelief might scare off the ghost. There was nothing immediately visible and he was incensed at her words, so he countered with further exclamations of disbelief, taking large steps and making wide gestures to accentuate his mockery.
She merely flicked her fingers dismissively at him, a sly, salty grin rising on one side of her face as she gestured towards a cabinet in the corner of the room. That was where the ghost was supposed to be, she said, before continuing on with a reminiscence of another, similar ghost hunting expedition. One where he'd been so, so very sure of its validity he'd never heard the end of the humiliation when it was a fake. He glared with a deep frown, grabbing her non-gesturing arm, then pausing at her reaction.
Her face showed she'd been surprised and… not scared, but apologetic. He felt a bit of the same feeling sneak into his own expression, also suddenly aware of his grip. It hadn't been hard, but it'd been angry. And weren't they past that? He looked away as he loosened his clench, pulling her more gently along with him.
She'd noticed the shift, of course. Both in herself when she feared she'd gone too far with mockery and in him when he'd noticed hers. She didn't think she'd said anything truly offensive, just more she'd placed a straw on a camel’s back. It’d been a while since things had gotten so heated and it was too easy to just keep pushing. And when she had gone that far, she immediately regretted it, just like she saw he immediately regretted how he grabbed her arm.
They both had the sense that they hadn't been as angry as they had thought, and nor was their sibling. “Frustrated” was the word that came to mind as they approached the cabinet, both suddenly very aware of the awkward contact they now shared.
Closing in, they came to a stand-still, side by side, staring at the tall doors of the thin, wooden structure. It'd been locked as long as anyone could remember and every teacher thought another one had the key while also never caring to check. It was blatant ghost story material whether false or true. And yet, neither of them considered their recent fight over that matter.
Since they had both just been thinking about how he was still holding her arm, his grip slowly weakening and his fingers slowly slipping downwards…
Then!
The doors exploded outwards, a whirl of wind spinning from inside the empty cabinet about them. They both had a bare second to gasp in surprise before a pressure greater than air shoved them into the waiting maw. Colliding against the grain, pitch darkness enveloped them when the doors slammed shut.
Their first instinct was to, of course, push the doors open. The cabinet was cramped, but working together they could each just barely turn around to try different methods of pushing. Whether it be arms, legs or even butts, the doors refused to move.
Accepting defeat for the moment, they attempted to shift to at least a comfortable position. It was possible to sit, but just one at a time and it left a bit of an awkward closeness that neither wanted to mention but both knew the other was aware of. Leaning against the walls took some weight off their legs, but there was the matter of which way to lean: Parallel the door or perpendicular.
It wasn't exactly that kind of debate, however, since the cramped confines meant “parallel” was more like facing each other diagonally. It was definitely more comfortable than how “perpendicular” would have cramped their shoulders. But still… it wasn't exactly “comfortable”.
Not in the right way, since it absolutely was. There's such a thing as TOO comfortable which brought with it a myriad of problems. Despite their silent, mutual agreement, a sudden pressure against her nethers was evidence of that.
They both rationalized it the same way: Male. Female. Both straight(ish). Close contact. Therefore natural.
“Natural”
They both stopped. Mentally at least, since their muscles had moved to grasp one another. It was such a “natural” reaction they hadn't had a chance to truly stop themselves. His hands were on her waist; hers were on his shoulders; both their fingers clenched them closer than the metal around them could ever do. They both wanted to say it was merely dealing with their confines and yet they couldn't.
Their lips met rapidly, hotly. Wildly. And there was immediately a loss of control.
The ghost awkwardly noticed, struggling to regain the situation. This was exactly what it'd intended… as a joke. It was wildly confused by the fact things were following this path since it recognized their biological connection. It had just wanted to make them uncomfortable. Why was this going on?
Oh no, his hand was on her breast, and hers was slipping under his shirt. Wait, she'd changed directions! The ghost threw open the doors of the cabinet, alarmed at their refusal to stop even as they fell out to the ground.
They'd noticed it's existence at one point, but they definitely forgotten by now. The ghost held its flaming cheeks as they uttered heated affection to one another, his legs between hers while they removed one anothers clothes.
Unofficial Say It Sequel- Chapter 1: Say It Gently
This is one of my first fic ideas when I decided to start wrtiting Pinecest fan fics. Inspired by the fic Say It by @pinewreaths, I wanted to explore the idea of what happens to Mabel and Dipper after she becomes a semen eating vampire and how that affects their relationship after first feeding on him.
Big shout out to @pinecesttrain for helping with editing and helping with further inspiration. And of course big thanks to @pinewreaths for giving me their blessing on using their work that helped set me on the path to write.
Meal time for the Pines Twins came around as it usually did: Door locked and blinds drawn, Dipper lying on the bed, his pants drawn down with his throbbing member exposed for his sister to extract the vital fluids she needed to sustain herself. Her head bobbed up and down on his shaft with long, languid licks and sucks to ensure the utmost pleasure, usually providing the largest payoff of the sweet ambrosia that was her brothers seed.
Since Mabel’s transformation into a vampire a few months ago, meal times had become a bit more unusual to the outside world. Luckily for them, they already were used to the unusual, especially since the twins being unusually close was such a norm.
Ì dunno if "shout-out" is the right way to put it. I mean that second sentence is pretty honest. I'd've blogged this sooner had I known back in december.
But yeah, I'll just say that my personal favorite story of yours is https://archiveofourown.org/works/17018055
You have better, obviously, but that's always been my favorite
Hey Ed, would you be able to point me to the author of the pinecest fic "Selfies"? I added it to my list a while ago, but now I can't find it for the life of me.
That actually doesn’t ring a bell: I can’t recall any fic with that title. Anyone who reads this and can recall this story, please help an Anon out and reply with any info? Thanks!
Behold………… My calligraphy skills lol omg what a hand writting.
My good pals @panpacificpines and @mrdaxxonford gave me some good ideas that helped me get rid of a severe art block lol I doodled Pan’s idea first ‘cause Daxx’s ones will be a lil more elaborated!
Mabel really wanted to buy a… Erm… Certain type of swing. But Dippy isn’t that sure about the idea lol I love the concept of Mabel being more active in their relationship. She’s the Alpha Twin after all~
I’m glad to hear this. I haven’t been very productive recently, but when I am it’s been on a fic based around the drunk dipper pictures. Woulda been disappointing if the artist was gone completely
Hazzah, I was so happy and relieved to see you still here @incestandother, especially considering your more saucy works. Look forward to seeing you on Twitter to spread the cest.
Still sad to see you hit though @pinecesttrain. Glad you are so good about your AO3 account and keeping it updated. Thought about making an alternate account for others to see your works again here?
I've thought about making a side account with just my work since before tumblr did all this dumb crap. But the thing is that some of it is based on nsfw art like @incestandother 's and I feel like I can't separate them since they go together.
Like, in a genderswap story I wrote, I don't feel like I was able to really show how it was different from normal with just words since their appearance was a big part of it in my head. The art really adds a lot to the feeling of the words and I can't do a sfw blog without nixing the stuff I've written about nsfw art.
I've heard the link to my ao3 in my description still works. I think that's visible even to people without accounts? People can at least read my stuff there, and I've always linked the pics they're about if someone's curious enough to create an account here
I'm glad to hear this. I haven't been very productive recently, but when I am it's been on a fic based around the drunk dipper pictures. Woulda been disappointing if the artist was gone completely
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