Guys, hear me out
Dipster, Diglett...
You get the point

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Guys, hear me out
Dipster, Diglett...
You get the point
I wanted to try and draw what I expect to be brought to My Singing Monsters eventually, a dipster island. It's the only monster type to not have it's own island now. Here's my attempt at writing lore for it:
Deep in the realm of the monster world lies a central hub connecting all the lands throughout the dimensions. At the center of which lies a giant Dipster named Dipeche (named as a portmanteau of Dipster and the band, Depeche) which grew too large to traverse the tunnels. From this hub the Dipsters traverse through inter-dimensional doorways to each island.
Dipper's Summer Part 1
My name is Dipper Pines. I am now 19 years old and life… Well has been pretty great. I live at the Shack full time, somewhat. Have two amazing mates. And well… In a sense I'm kinda of a demon now. Hah. Funny story behind that too. Though I'm more of a Forest Guardian with a type of demon form. And yes…. It is a pine tree… Meh. My life truly did change the summer of 2012, the year of “Never Mind All That”. How? Well…. It kinda all started with a journal, but you know that story. The story you don't know is what happened in my dimension that changed it from the story you all know. The changes that made my life turn truly from an average summer, to an amazing one. It was a week before I first met Bill Cipher… “Soos! Help me out with this!” I called out to my new friend, the handyman of the Mystery Shack where my great uncle or Grunkle Stan worked. I had found an interesting patch of flowers I had never seen before and was trying to consult the journal about them. Suddenly, the air was charged with a static. I looked up and before my very eyes I saw a rip through the fabric of the universe itself open and a somewhat short female with pure white wings appear before me. A golden glow seemed to surround her until I was blinded by a flash of light. When it disappeared, there was a smaller figure on the ground unconscious. I walked over for a closer look and it was the same girl, but younger. I guessed around 13-14 years old. She had brunette hair, slightly darker than mine, and golden/black tattoos all over her body. The one on her back was in the shape of wings and some kind of ankh symbol that looked like a sword point on the tip and scalene triangles surrounding the orb part. The rest of the tattoos seemed to be of some kind of runes. It was then I noticed she was completely naked. I blushed at this fact for several minutes before Soos finally found me, staring at this girl’s body. I wasn't even sure he would believe me once I started telling him what happen. “Say no more little dude. We have a princess to save,” he said as he took off his shirt and put it on the girl. He then picked her up to help me bring her back to the shack. Mabel would be excited with the new stranger. Grunkle Stan might be mad until I pointed out more free labor for the store. Soos was whistling at least and singing about saving a princess… I still didn't understand how he thought that. And well me? The words of the author, “Trust No One” came up in my head many times. Just what did this summer hold for me now with this strange girl? Could she be trusted? I didn't know then…
The other day... Things happened where two stupid Bakas did an even more idiotic and stupider thing.... They merged because now they share souls.... Hey Bibae wtfh man! Next time listen to your mate when he says don't consume the heart! So... Because of this I decided to just draw their fused form, Biliru. Welp here they are in all their idiotic glory.
Anthony Fineran (B 1981), 'Dipster NC', 2025
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