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dorkeybuttermaiden · 1 year
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Jedi Survivor is great because it constantly pounds a single Lucas-ian point into your head: ATTACHMENT! IS! NOT! GOOD! OR! HEALTHY! Dagan’s attachment to Tanalor and unwillingness to accept the Jedi’s choice to evacuate the planet was the reason for his downfall. Bode’s attachment to his daughter and wife led him to do horrible things, and even though its understandable, he nearly killed his daughter in the process (and also killed a whole lot of other people too). Jedi Survivor is great because it sticks to the core fundamentals of Star Wars: Protect who you can, save who you can, love who you can, but for the love of god don’t let that come at the cost of others.
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dorkeybuttermaiden · 1 year
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Finally got over that lil art block so HERE’S GREAT UNCLE DIPPER!!! It took so long to get his design to a point I was happy with but dang it was worth it ^^
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pines twins meet the pines twins???
relativity falls designs by @cbmagus49
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STANUARY WEEK 3: FEAR
I decided to start with something nice and easy to get back into the swing of drawing, so Week 3’s piece is a simple little screenshot redraw ^^ I was originally going to do something more angsty for this prompt, but quite frankly I’ve had a hell of a time these past few weeks and I just needed to draw my lil’ boys being cute and goofy, so Grappling Hook Ford and Tiny Stan Scared Of Heights it is!!
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dorkeybuttermaiden · 1 year
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stanley: how many cups did you drink?
fidds: what is a cup
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“Oh right, Ford’s got really bad stage fright”
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It’s been too long since I’ve drawn my boys 💛
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Hehe.. kinda late huh.
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dorkeybuttermaiden · 1 year
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Reverse Falls Dipfica, 34
I’m sorry this took so long but I hope you like it
34. meeting at a masquerade ball au 
(Gonna say they’re like 16 or so in this) 
Through the haze of incense and perfumes, Dipper Pines could barely breathe. Throngs of twirling bodies spun across the ballroom floor; they danced a swift and graceful waltz and had no trouble with the steps or the movements. The attendees of this ball were all prestigious individuals, thanks to the zealous effort of the Northwests to keep all of the undesirables from entering through their gates. The sheer wealth of the room was almost overwhelming. There were fine gowns and suits where ever he looked, and each person wore a detailed mask that was adorned with gems or outlined in gold. Only the wealthiest of the higher class were welcomed at such an event. 
For that reason, Dipper was thankful his great uncle had not been offered an invitation. Stan would be swiping masks left and right, along with any decor or expensive looking silverware that caught his eye. 
Mabel was currently off dancing with some heir to a massive fortune or something of the like. Dipper could still see flashes of her peacock dress in the crowd as the waltz continued. She had been surrounded by admirers as soon as they entered through the doors. She was always one to bask in the attention that was constantly showered upon her, and now that she had dozens of handsome rich boys flocking around her, she was sure to be occupied for the rest of the night. 
While Mabel was no doubt having the time of her life, Dipper had tucked himself into a hidden and darkened hallway, leaning leisurely against the wall as he watched the waltzing figures in disinterest. He was hidden from their eyes and was perfectly content with that fact. He had only come to this masquerade at Mabel’s insistence, not in any mood to socialize with the aristocrats within this mansion. There had been a few young girls, future socialites and trophy wives, who had been eyeing him before he slipped into the darkness. He had no desire to converse with some flighty airhead, one who would most likely snicker behind a perfectly manicured hand if they discovered his and his sister’s profession as the resident magicians of this town. He would rather avoid such a conversation, along with the unfortunate aftermath which would likely involve him releasing a vicious curse or two. 
Dipper had resigned himself to counting down the minutes until this masquerade would be over. However, his illusion of privacy was shattered when a girl invaded his precious sanctuary. She wore a dusky lavender dress that clung to her upper torso and flared out at the waist in a cloud of gossamer fabric. It made her look like she was floating as she raced around the corner and hid in the darkened and narrow hallway, standing directly opposite to Dipper. The delicate butterfly wings at her back crinkled as she pressed her body flat against the wall. The silver accents of her mask glinted under the limited lighting, along with the jewels at her neck. Her long blonde hair fell in sleek waves down her back, perfectly styled and in place. 
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