Summary: After being unsatisfied with their lives, Dipper and Mabel move back to Gravity Falls to reopen the Mystery Shack, and something scary and new starts bubbling under the surface. But the sudden appearance of a third party throws even their sibling relationship into chaos.
For the past week, whenever Tyrone felt a bit lost, he found
himself looking at the printout:
He was looking at it now.
Something about it grounded him (no pun intended). The
certainty of the numbers, he guessed. Knowing down to the gram what he was
composed of. It helped him come to terms with it, or as much as he could after
only week. All things considered, he thought he was handling finding out he was
some kind of sand golem pretty well. He’d been pretty upset when Dipper first
broke the news, but hey, he was also right; it was better than being paper.
Heck, how different was it really than being made of flesh?
Especially given the magic of the Pines Powder. He was technically made of dust and soil, but
by all outward indications, he was all squishy skin and scraggly hair. He and
Dipper had done a few basic tests, nothing invasive, and his body seemed to
react like a regular human body would: he needed to eat and breath, his muscles
and nerves flexed and felt like they always had, cut him and he bled (though
the blood had the faintest silvery highlight deep in the crimson that took him
a while to notice).
Scrape a sample off of him and put it under a microscope
though, and it looked like alumina and quartz. He was crystalline, through and
through, it was just that the Pines Powder replaced all the physical properties
of his minerals with the physical properties of Dipper. Tyrone could handle
that.
It was the other parts he was having trouble with. He knew
he was rocks now, but that didn’t change the fact that he also ‘knew’ he was
Dipper.
in re: not liking pinecest, yesss man, definitely haha. i’ve never straight up loathed it or anything, but my romantic!pinecest love waxes and wanes and this blog becomes active/inactive along with it. when i love it i really love it, but when i don’t… idk if you have sibs you are close to, you know that it’s its own kind of bond, and the Pines twins have that x1000, and sometimes the idea of (just me personally) messing around with that rubs me the wrong way, so i’ll take a step back. aaaand then a few weeks or months will go by and i’ll read a rad pcest fic and be like just kidding i love pinecest and the cycle starts anew, lmao.
@ my first encounter with pinecest, the whole reason i started shipping it was because watching them… idk ya just can’t help but notice what a solid team they make, and i’m not talkin romantic stuff here just like.. i don’t think i’ve ever gotten attached to a pair of characters as fast as i did with dipper and mabel, just the way they talked to each other and cared for each other, you can’t help but go full on starry-eyed ‘awwwwwwww’. and idk, i just wanted the pines twins to stay together, and hang out and go adventuring and be a big deal (the biggest deal) to each other forevermore. haha i mean i seriously could not bear the thought of them doing the (sadly) normal sib deal of growing apart with time. and personal experience/dumb ol society had warped my brain into thinking that the only way to get someone to stick around through thick n thin, like truly prioritize you as their numero uno for the long term, is to be in a romantic relationship with them… which is lame and not true and i hate that i still lowkey believe that (seriously not a great way to think, as i’m pretty sure i’m aromantic lolz)
soo not proud of how the idea of pinecest came into my head, but it did, and it was back when only the first 6 or 7 episodes had aired so far, and i was like ‘would dipper/mabel shit even exist out there?? is that a thing??’ (what a naive little double lmao), and i looked it up ‘out of curiosity,’ and lo and behold, it existed. there wasn’t much content out there but some of the fics that did exist were sooo friggin good… haha i definitely wouldn’t be here (still applies to this day) without the existence of other people’s insanely awesome and in-character fanfiction. i really love how subtle this ship can be, when you first start to blur that line between ‘tight sibs’ and ‘uhhh that might be questionable’, so i ate up stuff likethis (first pcest fic i ever read and still one of my faves). haha i really did not want to admit that i shipped this amazing crack ship at first. i was only into subtle pinecest. or secret one-sided pinecest. or ‘open to interpretation’ pinecest (see:my first fic and my first comic, lolz), like i refused to draw them actually kissing and stuff for the longest time. aaaand as you can see it slowly escalated from there… haha you consume enough quality fan content, get enough positive feedback on your own stuff, and geek out about enough pcest headcanons with the peeps you meet through the ship along the way, and one day you’ll realize that your desensitized ass has gone from ‘i ship it but not really in a sexual way and i’m no i am noT gonna draw them kissing’ to ‘eyyy time to draw them making out for the eleventeenth time and finish up this 20000 word fic about them banging, aint no thang,’ and that you’ve put out so much friggin content on your incest shipping blog that a shitton of people (along w/ google) directly associate your blog name with the whole damn ship and vice versa. lmao infinity.
The lights flash. The music thumps. Mabel’s feet bounce in time to the infectious beat, a massive grin upon her face as she twirls a hand through the air. It’s nothing more than a Youtube video cast from her phone to the TV, but as far as she’s concerned she’s center stage at the hottest club in town.
*~c~r~e~a~k~*
It’s a quiet sound from the hallway. Subtle. Sneaky. But it’s blood in the water to her ears despite his efforts.
Mabel darts towards him and Dipper squeals as his wrist is caught. She yanks him into the living room, spiralling around him as they connect so as not to lose the precious momentum of the music. He accepts his fate, dropping his hands to her hips.
She sets her arms on his shoulders, clasping her hands behind his head. She grins widely at him as she sets the tempo of the dance. His eyes are bewildered. She can tell he expected the drums, but she’s moving to the words. He has so little imagination.
Dipper glares at her and shoves his hand into her cleavage. Mabel gasps in surprise, but she can’t do much since the dance hasn’t stopped. He retrieves the phone from her hiding place and his finger flits across the screen as they continue to spin.
The song abruptly stops, a new one now casting to the TV. Mabel knows it, a favorite of his, but the change breaks her tempo and gives him an opening. He takes command of the dance. To the drums, of course.
Mabel tries to roll her eyes at him in disapproval, but he waggles his eyebrows mockingly before she can. She puffs her cheeks at his provocation, but she has to admit she’s a bit pleased when he slips the phone inside his pants with a wink. A little escalation, hm? She always did like when his imagination proved her wrong.
Storm stories are pinecest tradition. Since I grew up with hurricanes, seems right I should make mine during one.
The sky is gray. The air is cool. The wind is restless, yet somehow Mabel feels like everything is still.
She’s sitting in a wicker chair, watching the trees and bushes sway with the gusts, waves rolling up the beach behind them. It’s a strange sensation, that still feeling. She sees the plants sway to and fro almost constantly, yet it is the moments when they stop, when the water drifts softly back into the ocean, that stick with her. That build the mood of the calm before the storm. The peculiar harbingers of the devastation that will soon arrive if not for her.
She wonders if those who lived here in the days before satellites saw these hints, knew what they meant. If they would have merely thought some lesser storm were on its way. A simple rain shower or the vibrant power of thunder storm, all dwarfed equally by the maelstrom now coming. How could they have known any difference in the signs without mankind’s mechanical eyes in the sky?
ayy i just realized i never posted the commission i did for @jredbaron96! thanks again for commissioning me j, drawing tyrone in any context is always a good time B)
first of my commissions for @smilefundip!! it’s that scene from that fic i wrote where they’re at a party and mabel’s tryna lasso wallflower dipper ayy
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