#alchoholicscientist

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@alcoholicscientist

I dont have my drawing tablet So i drew this with my trackpad It’s Robin’s internal monologue while she’s talking to your rick 

[grammarstanley-blog1]

[bill-yourworstnightmare-cipher, alcoholicscientist, ask-dipper-pines-stuff, teampersonality, wendythelumberjackgal - We’re basically making our own multiverse with this group/joint roleplay storyline and I’m loving that.]

[grammarstanley-blog1]

[Do any Mabels and Stanleys rp with bill-yourworstnightmare-cipher? Cause we got this really awesome storyline rp going on with me, alcoholicscientist and ask-dipper-pines-stuff and it’s pretty obvious that they’ll be brought into it.]

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"Ford, holy shit!" A familiar voice screeched after exiting a portal that seemed to have ripped itself right into reality and straight into Ford's work space in the basement. It had to have been atleast three in the morning. //BOOsh

Ford who was asleep at his desk thanks to Bill woke up with a start when the loud voice came and slipped off his chair, onto the floor with a bit of a thud.

“Ow.”

He rubbed his back a bit. The memories of his very recent encounter with the dream demon fresh in his mind. Everything Bill had said, the revelation of him being the one that brought all the creatures and anomalies to Gravity Falls, the fact that him and his family were part of a prophecy that could lead to not just the town’s but the world’s destruction, how he’d been used before he even met Bill, that the reason for his life’s work was cause of him.

The author stood up, still rubbing his back and turned to face the one that had spoke, a good friend he had made during his journeys through the dimensions and was the reason he had some of the items he brought back.

“Rick, for once you have good timing.”