Yoyoyo, i know i'm a little late for My Bbg B-day but shhhh let's pretend i'm right on time
Because i present to you all.. *dramatic pause*
Andrew & Simon x fragmets from "Gravity falls"!!
Dipper & Mabel have a well written sibling bond soo it cross my mind to draw some of their moments as Marstons brothers. Also i don't think anyone mentioned Simon at all. Even if he's out of the picture, and we're not sure if he even celebrates his b-day , we shouldn't forget him. Sooo yeah them as kids :P
Such a peculiar topic. Mentioned but at what cost? 😭
Edit: Just realised that it kinda represents their character. Andrew was a good boy to his parents, obedient and akin to a dog. Simon was free spirited and was able to run from the abusive and oppressive household, just like a horse. So #MaybeNotACoincidence
the last time andrew prays, it’s the first night of living with darling. he thanks whatever divine being there is for their happiness and he prays that his brother is happy wherever he might be
the last time simon prays, it’s the night his parents find out about his sexuality. the last time he prays, he prays for the safety for all the queer people like him who are thrown out for being who they are. he prays for all the outcasts (like the song of esmeralda in the hunchback of norte dame)
andrew as the lyrics: "i want it back.." "now i can see your silhoutte casting over my twin bed.." remembering simon and wanting him to know he wished that he stood up against the abuse instead of staying silent. that he wants to tell him all about darling. that he wants his brother back.
simon as the lyrics: "i circle in, it's all pitch black; the first time a boy called me fat.." "on the field i threw the ball; and laughed like it didn't hurt at all" "i measure out our ignorance; when we were foul, our mouths got rinsed" his childhood trauma with his parents and the society around them, acting out in rebellion as a way to ignore the pain or perhaps justify it.
The Marston family home was quiet, almost unnaturally so, save for the faint ticking of the clock in the parlor. Silence was something their mother demanded—a house rule carved into the very walls. But silence was also a fragile thing with twin boys underfoot.
“Give it back!” Andrew’s voice rang out, sharp and indignant, shattering the stillness.
Their mother looked up from her writing desk, her pen pausing mid-sentence. Her face tightened with irritation as the muffled sound of a scuffle grew louder. She did not rush to intervene but sat for a moment, weighing whether the interruption warranted her attention.
“No! It’s mine!” Simon’s shrill reply cut through the air, forcing her hand.
With an audible sigh, she rose and walked toward the playroom, her footsteps deliberate, calculated. She stepped into the doorway, her sharp gaze falling on the boys. They were on the floor, locked in a tug-of-war over a tattered stuffed lion.
“What is this nonsense?” Her tone was cool, a blade she wielded without raising her voice.
Both boys froze, their identical faces pale as they turned to her. “Simon’s not sharing,” Andrew said quickly, his small hand gripping one of the lion’s paws.
“I had it first!” Simon protested, still holding firm.
Their mother’s eyes narrowed, her expression void of sympathy. “I don’t care who had it first,” she said, her words clipped. “You’re behaving like animals, both of you. Let go. Now.”
The twins hesitated, their hands slackening before they let the toy drop to the floor.
“Andrew, you’re four years old, not a baby. Act like it,” she said, her attention turning to the younger twin. “And you, Simon,” she continued, her gaze like ice. “You think scowling at your brother makes you superior? I assure you, it doesn’t.”
Andrew flushed, lowering his eyes to the floor. Simon fidgeted, toeing the edge of the rug.
“Clean this mess,” she instructed, motioning to the scattered toys. “I won’t tolerate chaos in this house.”
The boys moved in unison, gathering blocks and puzzle pieces in silence, the lion abandoned in the center of the room. Their mother lingered for a moment, her presence a looming weight, before turning on her heel.
As she disappeared back down the hall, Simon shot Andrew a look, his lips trembling. “She’s mad at us.”
“She’s always mad,” Andrew muttered, his small hands working methodically to stack the blocks. His voice carried none of the anger he’d shown earlier, only quiet resignation.
Simon sat down beside him, clutching one of the blocks tightly. “Do you think she hates us?”
Andrew hesitated, glancing toward the doorway to make sure they were alone. “She doesn’t hate us,” he said, though his voice lacked conviction. “She’s just… busy.”
Simon nodded slowly, though the answer seemed to satisfy neither of them. He slid the block toward Andrew, as if offering a truce.
“Let’s build the castle,” Simon whispered.
Andrew stared at him for a moment before giving a small nod. “Fine. But I’m building the towers this time.”
The two boys worked quietly, the fortress rising from the carpet in careful symmetry. Their mother never returned to check on them, and when the castle was finished, they didn’t call for her to see.
Instead, they sat together in the glow of their creation, pretending, if only for a moment, that their kingdom was their own—and that no one else’s rules applied.
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