#older!gideon

[matttheratkingart]

Heard someone talking SHIT about my Good Boy and so here is a Whole Fucking Page of Gideon Gleeful, the Teen Queen Psychic Machine!

[giddyxgleeful-blog]

@captaindippinsauce

⍟ᶜᵒᶰᵗᶦᶰᵘᵃᵗᶦᵒᶰ ᶠʳᵒᵐ here

"MABEL?

ᴛʜɪɴᴋs ʏᴇʀ ᴀᴛᴛʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ? Sʜᴇ's ᴘʀᴏʟʟʏ ᴊᴜs' ʙᴇɪɴ' ɴɪᴄᴇ 'ᴄᴜs sʜᴇ's ʏᴇʀ sɪsᴛᴇʀ."

"Hᴏᴡ ᴍᴀɴʏ OTHER ɢɪʀʟs ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ʏᴇʀ ᴀᴛᴛʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ? 

Aᴛ ʟᴇᴀsᴛ sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ sᴀʏs ʏᴇʀ ᴀᴛᴛʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀᴡɪsᴇ ʏᴏᴜ'ᴅ ʙᴇ 

ғɪᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴛɪᴇᴅ, 

 ______        ᴀɪɴ'ᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʀɪɢʜᴛ, ʙᴏʏ?

I ᴡᴀsɴ'ᴛ STARIN' ᴀᴛ ʏᴇʀ ɴᴇᴄᴋ, ɪᴛ's ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴏʙᴠɪᴏᴜs ʏᴀ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ sᴡᴇᴀᴛɪɴ' ᴘʀᴏʙʟᴇᴍ."

[giddyxgleeful-blog]

"Sweating problem and a bad history of chatting up girls? You sure you're not talking about yourself Gideon? Also, gross. You're not my type at all."

⍟ᴸᵉᵗᵗᵉʳ;

ᴰᶦᵖᵖᵉʳ ᴾᶦᶰᵉˢ⋅⋅⋅

“Wʜʏ, Dɪᴘᴘᴇʀ. Yᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ғᴏʀᴇʜᴇᴀᴅ’s ᴀʟʟ sᴡᴇᴀᴛʏ ᴀɴ’ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɴᴇᴄᴋ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜʀs ɪs sᴏ ᴅᴀᴍᴘ ʏᴇʀ ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴ’ ᴀ ʀᴀsʜ. Iᴛ’s ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ᴘᴏᴏʟ ғᴏʀ ᴘᴀʀᴀsɪᴛᴇs.”

“Cᴏᴍᴘᴀʀᴇᴅ ᴛ'ʏᴏᴜ I'ᴍ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ɢᴏʀɢᴇᴏᴜs. Yᴇʀ ‘ʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴀs ᴄʜᴀʀᴍɪɴ’ ᴀs ᴀ ʜᴀᴍᴍᴇʀᴇᴅ ɴᴀɪʟ. 

 Pᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ғɪɴᴅ ᴍᴇ ᴀᴅᴏʀᴀʙʟᴇ. Pᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴊᴜsᴛ  sʜᴏᴡ sʏᴍᴘᴀᴛʜʏ ᴛᴏᴡᴀʀᴅs ʏᴀ ‘ᴄᴜs ʏᴇʀ ᴀ ᴅᴏʀᴋ.”

[giddyxgleeful-blog]

@mistakesinglitter

⍟ᶜᵒᶰᵗᶦᶰᵘᵃᵗᶦᵒᶰ ᶠʳᵒᵐ here

"Wᴇʟʟ ᴛʜᴀᴛ's ᴀ ᴅᴀʀɴ sʜᴀᴍᴇ, Mᴀʙᴇʟ." Hᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴜsᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ʀᴇᴊᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ʙʏ Mᴀʙᴇʟ ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ʜᴜʀᴛ, ɪᴛ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴇᴠᴇʀ sᴇᴇᴍᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ sᴛʀɪᴠᴇ ʜɪᴍ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴍᴏʀᴇ. 

Gɪᴅᴇᴏɴ ᴜʀɢᴇᴅ ᴄʟᴏsᴇʀ ʙᴜᴛ sᴛɪғʟᴇᴅ ʜɪᴍsᴇʟғ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴀʟᴇʀᴛᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜʀᴇᴀᴛ. "Nᴏᴡ, ɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ's ɴᴏ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ғᴏʀ ᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴄᴇ. Nᴏᴛ ᴀs ғᴀʀ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄᴏɴᴄᴇʀɴᴇᴅ ᴀɴʏᴡᴀʏs."

Hᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ғʀᴏᴢᴇɴ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇʟʏ. Wᴀs ᴛʜᴇ ʙʀᴜɴᴇᴛᴛᴇ ᴀᴄᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴇsᴛᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʜᴀᴅ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴᴇᴅ ᴏʀ ᴡᴀs ᴛʜɪs ᴀɴ ᴀᴛᴛᴇᴍᴘᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴇᴍᴘᴇʀ ʜɪᴍ ᴏᴜᴛ?

"Wʜʏ ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴀ ᴀᴄᴛɪɴ' ʟɪᴋᴇ

 ʏᴀ ᴄᴀʀᴇ ᴀʟʟ ᴏғ ᴀ sᴜᴅᴅᴇɴ?"

"Oʜ, I sᴇᴇ ᴛʜɪs ɪs ᴀ ᴅɪsᴛʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ, ʀɪɢʜᴛ? Yᴀ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ɢᴇᴛ ɪᴛ ᴏᴜᴛᴛᴀ ᴍʏ sʏsᴛᴇᴍ ʙʏ ᴛᴀʟᴋɪɴ' 'ʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴍʏ ‘ғᴇᴇʟɪɴ's’,ʜᴜʜ?" 

[giddyxgleeful-blog]

⍟ˢᵗᵃʳᵗᵉʳ ᶠᵒʳ @captaindippinsauce

Sᴋɪᴍᴍɪɴɢ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴛᴀɪʟs ᴏғ ʜɪs ᴛᴜᴛᴏʀɪɴɢ ʀᴏᴏᴍ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ, Gɪᴅᴇᴏɴ ᴍᴜᴛᴛᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴡᴏʀᴅs ᴏғ ᴅɪsᴅᴀɪɴ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴠᴇʀʏ ᴛᴇᴀᴄʜᴇs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴀᴅ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ʜɪᴍ ᴀᴛᴛᴇɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇsᴇ ʜᴇʟᴘ ᴄʟᴀssᴇs. 

Fᴏᴏʟs. Dɪᴅ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴛʀᴜʟʏ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ Gɪᴅᴇᴏɴ Gʟᴇᴇғᴜʟ ɴᴇᴇᴅᴇᴅ sᴜᴘᴘᴏʀᴛ ᴏғ ᴀɴʏ ᴋɪɴᴅ. Sᴜʀᴇ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs sᴋɪᴘᴘɪɴɢ ᴄʟᴀssᴇs ᴛᴏ ʜᴀɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ᴘᴀʟs ᴏғ ʜɪs, ᴀ ɢʀᴏᴜᴘ ᴏғ ᴇx-ᴄᴏɴᴠɪᴄᴛs ʜᴇ'ᴅ ᴍᴇᴛ ɪɴ ᴊᴀɪʟ, sᴏ ʜᴇ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ʙᴇ ᴛᴏᴏ sᴜʀᴘʀɪsᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜɪs ɢʀᴀᴅᴇs ᴡᴇʀᴇ sɪɴᴋɪɴɢ.

Aᴄᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ Gɪᴅᴇᴏɴ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ sᴛɪʟʟ ʟᴇᴛ ʜɪᴍ  ᴀᴛᴛᴇɴᴅ sᴄʜᴏᴏʟ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴘʀɪsᴏɴ. Tʜᴇsᴇ ᴛᴇᴀᴄʜᴇʀs ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴀ ʙᴜɴᴄʜ ᴏғ ᴍᴏʀᴏɴs, ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇsᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴀʟғᴡɪᴛs ɪɴ ᴛʜɪs ᴛᴏᴡɴ.

D3. Tʜɪs ᴡᴀs ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏᴏᴍ. 

Wᴇʟʟ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ sᴇᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ᴛʜɪs "ᴛᴜᴛᴏʀ" ᴏғ ʜɪs ᴡᴀs ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ. Hᴇ ʀᴇᴄᴀʟʟᴇᴅ ʜᴇᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴇᴀᴄʜᴇʀs sᴀʏɪɴɢ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs ᴀ ᴘʀᴏɢʀᴀᴍ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏʟᴅᴇʀ ʏᴇᴀʀs; ᴀ ᴍᴜsᴛ-ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴇxᴘᴇʀɪᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀɪʙᴜᴛᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴇxᴛʀᴀ ᴄʀᴇᴅɪᴛ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ɢʀᴀᴅᴜᴀᴛɪᴏɴ. Gʀᴇᴀᴛ. Nᴏᴛ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴡᴀs ᴛʜɪs ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴀɴ ᴏʟᴅᴇʀ sᴛᴜᴅᴇɴᴛ ʜᴇ ᴏʀ sʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴘʀᴏʙᴀʙʟʏ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴘɪɴᴄʜ ʜɪs "ᴡɪᴅᴅʟᴇ" ᴄʜᴇᴇᴋs ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ғɪᴠᴇ ᴍɪɴᴜᴛᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴡᴏʀsᴇ; ᴏɴʟʏ "ʜɪɢʜ-ɢʀᴀᴅɪɴɢ" sᴛᴜᴅᴇɴᴛs ᴊᴏɪɴᴇᴅ ᴛʜɪs ᴘʀᴏɢʀᴀᴍ. Sᴏ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴀɴ ɪɴsᴜғғᴇʀᴀʙʟᴇ "ᴋɴᴏᴡ-ɪᴛ-ᴀʟʟ" ᴛᴏᴏ. 

Aᴄᴄᴏʀᴅɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʜɪs ᴍᴀᴛʜs ᴛᴇᴀᴄʜᴇʀ ᴛʜɪs sᴛᴜᴅᴇɴᴛ  ᴄᴀᴍᴇ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ ғʀᴏᴍ Pɪᴇᴅᴍᴏɴᴛ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴀᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀᴏɢʀᴀᴍ. Yᴇᴇsʜ. Wʜᴀᴛ ᴀ ɴᴏ-ʟɪғᴇ.

Gɪᴅᴇᴏɴ ᴘᴜsʜᴇᴅ ᴏᴘᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴏʀ, ᴡɪᴅᴇ ᴇʏᴇs sᴄᴀɴɴɪɴɢ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏᴏᴍ. Fɪɴᴀʟʟʏ ʜᴇ ғᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴀ ғɪɢᴜʀᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏᴏᴍ. "Hᴇʟʟᴏ?"

[giddyxgleeful-blog]

@captaindippinsauce

⍟ᶜᵒᶰᵗᶦᶰᵘᵃᵗᶦᵒᶰ ᶠʳᵒᵐ here

Gɪᴅᴇᴏɴ sᴄᴏғғᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ғᴜʀʀᴏᴡᴇᴅ ʜɪs ʙʀᴏᴡs. "Iᴛ ᴍᴇᴀɴs ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴍᴇssᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ. Tʀʏ'ɴᴀ ᴄᴀʟʟ ᴍᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ. I'ᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ᴏɴᴇ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴍᴇssᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴏғ ᴀʟʟ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ."

Tʜᴇ ʀᴏᴜɴᴅᴇᴅ ᴛᴇᴇɴ sʜʀᴜɢɢᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ sᴍɪʀᴋ. 

"Wʜʏ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅ I ᴛᴇʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʀᴜᴛʜ ᴇɪᴛʜᴇʀ?"

"Iᴛ ᴀɪɴ'ᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴡɪᴅᴅʟᴇ ᴏʟ' ᴍᴇ ɪs ʜᴜʀᴛɪɴ' ᴀɴʏʙᴏᴅʏ."

[giddyxgleeful-blog]

⍟Starter For: @captaindippinsauce

“Well, well look who’s come on back to good ol’ Gravity Falls!” The white haired boy took strides to keep up with Dipper. 

“Ain’t this just a sight for sore eyes. My, my, has it been a year already?” The boy forced out a chuckle as he often did. 

It was obvious that Dipper didn’t care much to chitchat with the stumpier boy. Of course Gideon always tried to get what he wanted...and usually succeeded unless it involved the Pines family, then usually his attempts went to not avail. 

“Ah, I see you think you can just simply get away from Gideon Gleeful! Just try it, boy. Just you try.”

The boy snaked past the legs of some of the town’s folk passing by. It was an advantage being as short as he was as it meant he could simply sliver his way through Herculean crowds, resulting only in him getting to the destination that he desired; standing in front of the latter. “So...how’s Mabel, hm?”