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[mrtoothpick64]

it's all ai porn lmao

context? What ai porn??

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Oooh Sherlock Dipper for the wip ask game 👀 that sounds hella cool

Hi! This is the working title I had for Return, to the Scene of the Crime! I've liked working on this a lot; exploring RRR concepts is really fun to me and I liked conceiving this Dipper and Mizar as a sort of Holmes vs Moriarty dynamic where they're competing against each other in a series of mysteries. I was also super inspired by the TV series Fargo in how it follows both the side investigating the crime and the side covering it up, which I hope to explore more now that the cat is out of the bag in the latest chapter :3

Still working on the next chapter, but here's a snippet from it!

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“You got your net?”

“Yup.” Lucy Ann extended the handle. “Got the long one too, in case he tries going over me.”

Dipper nodded, and hefted his own. “Alright. Stand back, Mr. Yancin.”

“It’s Professor Yancin, actually.” The chemistry professor said, then blinked and backed up behind his desk. “Just be careful. There’s some potent chemicals in there.”

“Potent- hang on, you said this was the cleaning cupboard!”

“There’s bleach and ammonia cleaners in there!” He ducked a little lower. “Just don’t go smashing stuff, okay?”

“Smashing stuff?” Dipper gave a chuckle. “I told you, Yancin. We’re professionals.”

At that moment there was a banging behind the door; he turned back to it, and gave Lucy Ann a nod. She readied her net, and he reached out and grasped the handle. Then he threw it open, and in one motion he raised his net and brought it down on-

-on the beak of one huge griffin filling the entire space of the closet. Dipper heard a low growl, and his eyes went wide.

“Hey, that’s not a teacup griiiiiFFIN!” It bit down on the net and charged into him, leaving him hanging on for dear life as it started running around the lab. “Whoa, whoa, stop! Stop!”

Lucy Ann glared at the man. “Wha- This is not a teacup griffin, man! This is full size!”

“But that’s what the internet listing said- eek!” He ducked as the griffin jumped on his desk, crushed his monitor under its feet, and spread its massive wingspan. “My computer! Noo, it’s destroying everything!”

“I got it, I-” Dipper grabbed for the edge of the desk, only for that to be ripped out of his hands as it took flight. “I don’t got it - Lucy Ann! Heeeelp!”

“Stultissimi,” Lucy Ann muttered under her breath; she cast aside the tiny net and looked around the room. The flag of the California Federation was hanging by the door, flapping wildly on its post as the griffin half-flew, half ran laps around the narrow lab. She jumped up, tore it down and held it out in front of her like a matador.

The griffin slammed into the drywall as it made its turn to her, Dipper hanging off its neck inches from the floor. It tried to weave past her but she pounced on it, wrapping the flag over its eyes and pushing back as hard as she could. It was like stopping a train, but first they skidded, then they slid to a stop, her back landing against a window just hard enough to hurt.

Quiet, again. She took a moment to let out a breath - then looked down at the griffin. It was utterly still now under the darkness of the flag, its breathing returning to normal. She could see a movement under the feathers, a hand struggling to make it out.

“Lucy Ann?” Said his muffled voice. “A little hel- whoa!” She dragged him out from under the griffin, and he jumped to his feet, brushing himself off. “Uh, there we go, I guess! But I don’t think it’s gonna fit in our cage.”

“Eh, animal control can deal with that. Which is exactly what I said when you took this job!”

“Hey, if it was actually a teacup griffin, this would’ve been a breeze! Besides, we had that cancellation-“

“Yeah, but that doesn’t mean you had to fill it.” She rolled her eyes. “I thought you wanted to keep this focused on mysteries.”

[mrtoothpick64]

circle them.

insert tomodatchi life clip where they’re like “praise the [item]”

praise the Comatus……oooooooo…..:-OOOO

SnatcheshimandboltsoffHEY WAIT

[mrtoothpick64]

are you still drawing ocs cause if so,,, heeehhh,,,, rubs hands together

COUGHS VERY LOUD

HEHEHEHAHAH YES THE FAN FAVORITE FROM THE CREATOR HIMSELF!!!!

[mrtoothpick64]

*gives you this and then gives you a kiss on the cheek* ok byeee

WUH HUH 🥹🥹🥹 WHAU HAH /vpos

toxic husbant and wife…licks his hair like a cat cleaning another cat so he’s less greasy

[mrtoothpick64]

i've noticed you've been doing a lotta stuff with the conscripts and as the unofficial champion of hella underrated things i feel the need to ask: have you seen the fanfics about these guys on tumblr? as far as i know there's one about surgeon and one about scout. you should go look at them if you're into fanfics they're hella cool ^^

greetings! And as a person who likes to take wee nibbles of underrated things, I may have come across them but never got to reading them…I shall take this as a recommendation to do so! :-]

…and mayhaps in return I could offer you surgeon and commando doodles if appropriate:

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Uhh twin

I mightve accidentally found ur DeviantArt acc

dawg it’s linked in my strawpage if you found it there 😓😓😓

(I do have a DeviantArt acc tho I’ve been barely active on it tho)

[mrtoothpick64]

Atrocitus visiting Diamonds kingdom for business. finds himself nearly pissing his pants over Jezebell with King Cornelius beating The Literal Fucking God Of Death™ with a comically long broom screaming "GET OFF MY FUCKING CHANDELIER YOU PIECE OF SHIT". as Atrocitus helplessly clings to a glass chandelier. staring down in horror at The Silly Little Jester™. staring at him like she knows he knows she wants that ass. so she can drag it back to the home of stars. and put it in eternal torment.

goodnight

Idk how else to say why this took so long, my sincere apologies for that.

Sweet dreams!!