#Dipcifica fanfic

[irismaebe]

Calor o frío...

Después de mucho análisis llegue a esta conclusión jajsjsjja por la simple razón que en la serie Mabel se está muriendo de calor y nunca se quita el pinche suéter (también porque me muero de frio... ALGUIEN REGÁLEME 10°C plz!!)

No andaba muerta solo me llegaron demasiados proyectos y muchos no los había terminado...

Feli Navidad por cierto!!

Traducción:

Equipo calor temperatura mayor a 30° C

Mabel-> siempre usa sueteres de lana

Bill ->Un traje Frak completo

Dipper: COMO!? El sol esta cosinando un huevo... UN HUEVO!!

Equipo frío temperatura menor a 0° C

Pacifica-> vestidos escotados y elegantes (antes muerta que sencilla)

Dipper -> con playera, pantalones cortos y sandalias

Mabel: Mi Denjua

#bill x mabel #mabill #bill cipher #gravity falls #comic #fanfic #mabel pines #fanart #dipcifica #dipper pines #dipper and mabel #gf #mis vidrios estan congelados #pacific northwest

[bluecinephile]

fuck a breakup, have you ever searched for your otp on ao3 and there’s just ten fics, two are completed and only one is over 1000 words?

#ishimiko #yu ishigami #miko iino #dipper gleeful #pacifica southeast #dipcifica #fandom #kaguya sama anime #kaguya sama wants to be confessed to #kaguya sama love is war #kaguya sama #gravity falls #fanfiction #fanfic #archive of our own #ao3

[ticklishraspberries]

Experience (Dipper, Mabel, Pacifica)

Summary: Pacifica feels out of her element when she watches the twins roughhouse. Lucky for her, Dipper doesn’t mind showing her how it’s done. (Based on a prompt by the lovely @veryblushyswitch!! This could be interpreted as Dipcifica, I do hint to a bit of crushing but the fic could be read as totally platonic too. Hope you enjoy it!)

Pacifica Northwest had not had a normal childhood. Well, that was selling it quite short. She had grown up as a rich, spoiled child who was cared for by nannies rather than her own parents. All of her friends were hand-picked and approved, other children who were trained to smile and look pretty, to obey. And, as the only heir to the Northwest name, she had no siblings to play with, leaving her to use her imagination as she played with expensive, porcelain dolls.

Most of the people in Gravity Falls were terrified of her, or treated her as some sort of celebrity. They were desperate for her approval and attention, but only knew the most basic, textbook facts about her. Yes, it was a privileged and comfortable life, but it was lonely in its own special way.

It wasn’t until Pacifica met Dipper and Mabel Pines that she realized all that she had missed out on. She watched the way that the two of them interacted with one another, or with their great-uncles, or their friends, and a wave of jealousy went through her.

Although their relationship had gotten off to a rocky start, Pacifica quickly grew to view the Pines twins as the friends she had always longed to have. Their chaos, creativity, and genuine kindness were all traits that she had rarely seen in the people her family allowed her to socialize with. It was a very welcome change of pace.

Speaking of chaos, it was rare to be around Dipper and Mabel and not be drawn into the madness of their everyday life if Gravity Falls. When they weren’t getting into trouble with the various creatures around, they were causing trouble around the Mystery Shack.

Pacifica had come over to join the twins for a double-feature of two terrible films for the sole purpose of making fun of said films, and the afternoon had ended with Mabel pinning Dipper to the floor and tickling him until he swore that she could pick the movie next time. Pacifica had sat to the side, watching them with the curiosity of the sheltered child that she was.

She couldn’t even remember the last time someone had tickled her, or if she was even ticklish herself. As she watched Mabel shriek when Dipper’s hands struck a counter-attack on her sides, she couldn’t help but feel left out of the fun. Despite becoming friends, she felt that Dipper and Mabel still had an image of her in their heads, the untouchable and spoiled girl she used to be (and still slipped back into the act on occasion) and therefore, she was left out of the roughhousing. Was it strange that she wanted to experience that?

After Dipper had agreed to Mabel’s terms, he looked flustered beyond belief, and he was winded as though he’d run a marathon. Pacifica would almost dare to say he looked cute. Before she could entertain the thought further, Mabel was grabbing her hand and dragging her upstairs to read the new magazines she’d gotten, complete with boy band posters and makeup tips galore.

She was allowed to spend the night, and Dipper, likely traumatized by all the long nights with Candy and Grenda, had gone to sleep on the couch downstairs for the night.

For such an energetic girl, Mabel was quick to fall asleep, leaving Pacifica alone with her thoughts for just a few minutes, and she tentatively ran her own dainty fingers over her stomach beneath the blanket, and felt no urge to laugh or twitch away. She remembered reading somewhere that it was impossible to tickle yourself, but she figured it was worth a shot. She drifted off to the sound of Mabel’s breathing shortly after.

***

The next morning, Mabel shook her awake with unnecessary urgency, with the excuse that Stan was making pancakes for breakfast, and they needed to stack their plates before Dipper went back for a second helping.

The two girls made their way down the creaky stairs of the Mystery Shack, Mabel humming to herself the whole way. Pacifica was surprised to see how much energy she had in the mornings, but followed without comment.

As they entered the kitchen, Mabel grabbed two plates and began tossing pancakes onto them both while Pacifica took a seat next to Dipper at the table. Stan offered her a toothy grin, and Ford gave her a polite nod over his newspaper. Dipper gave her a little smile before shoveling another forkful of pancake into his mouth. Mabel held most of the conversation at the table, and once they were all finished eating, the twins got to helping their great-uncles with the dishes.

Pacifica wasn’t sure how to be helpful, having never really done her own chores before, but Dipper seemed to notice her hesitation and asked her to help him dry off the plates and hand them over to Mabel. She did so, forming a nice assembly line that got the kitchen clean quickly, letting the kids run back up to the attic to plan their activities for the day.

“Oh, I totally forgot!” Mabel suddenly exclaimed. “I’m supposed to go to Candy’s house today! She wants to show Grenda and I the stuff she made at robotics camp!”

Pacifica really didn’t want to go home yet, but she barely had time to accept that fate before Dipper spoke up.

“That’s alright Mabel, Pacifica and I won’t go on any cool adventures without you,” he promised.

Mabel grinned before running off to the bathroom to get dressed and ready for the day, leaving Pacifica sitting on her bed, feeling Dipper’s eyes on her.

“What are you smiling at?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.

Dipper flushed. “Oh, sorry, I just…I think this is the first time I’ve seen you without any makeup, or jewelry. You actually look like we’re the same age when you aren’t all dressed up.”

Pacifica had honestly forgotten that she had washed off her signature purple eyeshadow and removed her earrings and bracelet before bed last night, and her own cheeks went a little pink as she realized she had been seen by the whole Pines family with a messy ponytail, and wearing a pair of Mabel’s baggy sleep shorts. “Thanks, I think?” she said.

“Don’t get used to me complimenting you,” he replied, but his grin told her he was joking.

Mabel returned shortly after, telling Pacifica that she could raid her closet for whatever she wanted, before giving her a hug and leaving again, the sound of her calling goodbye to Stan and Ford echoing throughout the house.

“So,” Dipper said. “Since I promised we wouldn’t do anything exciting without Mabel, I don’t really have any good ideas for the day. I wanted to show you something cool, y’know, but I don’t want to do anything too crazy for your first time, but I still want it to—”

“It’s okay,” she assured him. “I don’t need to hunt down some weird creature to have a good time, you know. We can just…I don’t know, watch another movie?”

Dipper’s nervous expression softened at that. “Okay!”

Pacifica took Mabel’s offer to borrow some clothes, taking a pair of denim shorts and a purple sweater which boasted a puppy playing basketball on it, and took the borrowed outfit into the bathroom to change and give Dipper the privacy to do the same.

They met up back in the living room, with Dipper already flipping through a stack of DVDs.

“Now that Mabel isn’t here, I don’t have to sit through a rom-com,” he said cheerfully, but then frowned. “Unless you want to, that is. I picked yesterday, so if you have something else you’d rather watch, we totally can watch that instead.”

The mention of his promise to Mabel only reminded her of the thoughts she’d had the night before. Still, Pacifica chuckled at his rambling. “Pick whatever you want. I liked the ones we watched last night, they were cool.”

Dipper’s face lit up once again, and plucked a DVD out of the pile, popping it into the player before joining her on the couch.

Pacifica had already swallowed her pride so many times recently: Dealing with the significant drop in her family’s wealth was a good example. So, there was really no reason to hold back what she was thinking. Besides, while Mabel was probably her best friend, it felt easier to talk to Dipper, after he’d seen her vulnerable, crying in a closet at a party, or covered in dirt and grime during a battle with a triangle demon. What did she have to be nervous about?

“Sorry I didn’t like, help you when Mabel was bothering you,” she said. “I’ve never really…had a tickle fight before? So I didn’t know if I should try to intervene.”

Dipper, who was still digging for the remote amongst the couch cushions, raised an eyebrow. “It’s okay, I mean, there really is no etiquette to it…But you’ve never had a tickle fight before? Like, ever?”

She shook her head. “I don’t have siblings, and none of my friends were the touchy type.”

“But, it’s…That’s just, like, a rite of passage in life!” Dipper said. “I don’t think I’ve gone a week of my life without Mabel tickling me.”

“Well, you seem really ticklish, so I guess it’s hard to resist,” Pacifica replied, smirking.

Dipper’s cheeks went red, but he narrowed his eyes. “Well, maybe it’s time you experience it, since you want to talk all confidently.”

Pacifica didn’t say anything, just widened her eyes in anticipation as Dipper’s hands reached out and grabbed at her sides, fingers wiggling.

The surprised, genuine laughter that burst from her lips was foreign even to her; she couldn’t remember if she had ever laughed that hard. The sensation was overwhelming, and although her body was screaming for her to escape, she was…having fun.

She brought her knees up to her chest, a poor attempt at defending her torso, and Dipper just gleefully began squeezing her knees, making her squeal. It was surely the most undignified sound to ever leave her lips, and she couldn’t even be bothered to care.

Not quite knowing what she was doing, she reached her hands out and poked her fingers into Dipper’s stomach, and felt proud when he began to giggle too.

While Pacifica was clearly quite ticklish, Dipper was apparently absurdly sensitive, and so his laughter quickly overpowered hers, making her feel mischievous and proud, a grin stretching across her face.

Dipper was quickly backed into the corner of the couch, Pacifica hovering over him and using one hand to scribble at his neck while the other snuck behind his knee, making him cackle. It was actually pretty cute, but that was a thought to analyze another time.

She assumed that she had won the tickle fight, a victory on her first try, but she wasn’t expecting Dipper to suddenly regain enough strength to push her back against the cushions and launch a new attack on her tummy and sides, making her kick her legs and shriek like some creature from Ford’s journals.

“Okay, okay!” she cried. “I can’t—”

Dipper stopped immediately, letting her sit up and catch her breath, arms wrapping around her torso to try and make the phantom sensation of his fingers go away.

When she met his eye, he was smiling, his cheeks flushed and his hat crooked on his head. “So, how was that for your first tickle fight?” he asked.

She couldn’t help but smile too. “It was fun. But, I think it’ll be better next time, when I win.”

Dipper raised his eyebrows. “Oh, is that a challenge?”

“Yup. And I’m not above asking Mabel for pointers,” she replied.

“That’s so not fair!” Dipper said.

Pacifica just giggled.

It had been a weird experience; being tickled was a lot different than she had imagined it, childhood memories of it still foggy, the whole fight-or-flight aspect having slipped her expectations. But regardless, letting loose and laughing like that had been fun. Refreshing, even. It made her feel like Dipper didn’t see her as some expensive, fragile item that would shatter in his hands, and then sue him for the damages.

Before either of them found something else to say, Mabel came bounding through the front door of the house, and peered into the living room. “What did you guys do while I was gone?” she asked in her usual bubbly manner.

Dipper caught Pacifica’s eye and grinned. “Wanna see what it’s like to win 2-against-1?”

Pacifica returned his grin. “Definitely.”

The two of them chased Mabel all the way up to the attic before they caught her, but it wasn’t long before laughter filled the Mystery Shack once again.

#gravity falls fic #gravity falls fanfic #gravity falls tickle fic #gravity falls ticklefic #dipcifica #dipper pines #ticklish!dipper #ticklish dipper pines #mabel pines #pacifica northwest #ticklefic #tickle fic #gravity falls #raspberry writes #fic

[sinnamonpork]

you know what's better than an enemies to lovers ship? an enemies to lovers ship where Person A is blonde and Person B is a brunette. there's just an added sexual tension to them that makes me latch on so hard and never let go.

#enemies to lovers #ao3 #fanfiction #fanfic #dabihawks #catradora #drarry #sasunaru #merthur #dipcifica #togachako #terumob #bakudeku #i just love my dumb blondes and their equally as dumb brunette partner

[the-orion-scribe]

Two final chapters uploaded!

Episode V: Who let the Knives Out?

Summary: The Pines prepares and hosts a major event at Pacifica’s former family home, but as could be expected, disaster strikes. The family must navigate through a web of secrets and lies to uncover the true mastermind trying to sabotage Pacifica’s efforts of reconciliation.

Fandom: Gravity Falls

Rating: G

Chapter 10: Murder on the Orion Express

Chapter summary: Things come to an end as Pacifica rescues her children.

Chapter 11: Their First Bow

Chapter summary: While the mystery is over and the Blue Star has been recovered, the Pines have to prepare for new threats ahead.

#gravity falls #gravity falls fanfiction #gravity falls fanfic #dipper pines #pacifica northwest #dipcifica #gravity falls next generation #my fic

[astroaaron]

Pacifica, Dipper & Mabel are 16 and have been good friends for a good three years. There's nothing wrong with that. But as Stan & Mabel joke around about Dipper & Pacifica being a couple, is it possible that's actually something Pacifica wants? We'll see if that's the case.

Oh, and Ford is dealing with a shapeshifting lion in the lab.

Words: 3050 (One Shot)

Rating T

Dipcifica

#dipcifica #dipper pines #mabel pines #pacifica northwest #gravity falls #fanfic #a03 #a03 fic #aaron’s post #aaron's writing

[grunklejam]

My Gravity Falls Fanfiction Series, a Return to the Falls, is now coming up to its final few updates. The end of the series is nigh.

It’s really weird. Over the course of three years writing RTTF I’ve:

Written over 450,000 words of stories across twelve episodes

Drawn 23 comic strips

Created 63 original pieces of art for the title cards

And the result is that as it stands, RTTF has developed...

Over 3,550 kudos on Archive of our Own

Over 1,085 total comments

Over 120,000 views

As well as a fan-created TVtropes page, a little Discord community, its own Wiki and a dedicated following that comes back after every update.

It’s arguably become one of the most popular ‘recent’ Dipcifica fanfictions out there. Which is crazy to me. Almost every comment says that the series has become their personal season 3. I’ve created entirely new ships, I’ve developed characters and plot points only vaguely hinted at in the show’s canon, and I’ve seen through my own version of a cartoon I am still utterly hyperfixating over - with exactly the same passion as I have my music magazine, my novel, you name it.

It’s been an incredible ride. And I can’t believe that in less than 20 chapters, it’s all going to be over. I actually think I’ll get quite emotional. And then probably start work on some spin-offs.

As an aside, here’s the latest piece of title art, because I’m super proud of it. If you haven’t read my surprisingly acclaimed Dipcifica fanfiction, feel free to check it out. I’m super, super proud of how much people enjoy it, and I’ve genuinely worked so hard on it.

A RETURN TO THE FALLS ON AO3

#A return to the falls #Gravity Falls #Dipcifica #Gravity Falls Fandom #Gravity Falls Fanfic #Gravity Falls Fanart #Gravity Falls Fanfiction

[itswalen7]

Fate?

Dipper and Pacifica sat together on the misty shores of the mysterious lake, watching the stars twinkle to life above. They had grown closer over the summer, bonding over their shared secrets and adventures.

Pacifica turned to Dipper, her eyes sparkling with a hint of mischief. "Hey, Dipper? Can I ask you something?"

"Sure, Pacifica. What's up?"

"Do you believe in fate?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Dipper looked at her thoughtfully. "I believe in the mysteries of the universe, but fate? I'm not sure."

Pacifica nodded, her gaze drifting to the water. "I used to think fate was just a myth, something to make people feel better about their lives. But lately...I've been wondering if there's more to it."

Dipper sensed a vulnerability in her voice he'd never heard before. "What do you mean?"

Pacifica turned to him, her eyes locking onto his. "I mean, what if we're meant to be here, together, right now? What if this summer, this moment, is our fate?"

Dipper's heart skipped a beat as he met her gaze. "I think," he began, his voice low and gentle, "that sometimes fate is what we make of it. And right now, I'm glad we're making this moment together."

Pacifica's face softened, a small smile playing on her lips. "Me too, Dipper. Me too."

As the stars shone brighter above, Dipper and Pacifica sat in comfortable silence, the universe conspiring to bring them closer, one moment at a time.

#gravity falls #dipcifica #fanfic #Spotify

[ranmagender]

New Gravity Falls Fic

(commissioned pic, drawn by @doritofalls)

Kzerlythtep wakes up in the woods in Gravity Falls unable to piece things together.

#gravity falls #dipcifica #gravity falls continuation #gravity falls au #oc #ao3 #fanfic #fanfics #gravityfalls #dipper pines #mabel pines #mya pines #mya x desiree #gravityfallsnextgen

[wheredidthepeepeego-mp3]

NEW FIC JUST DROPPED!! If you like strong platonic relationships, 6k oneshots, heavy dialogue, and have religious trauma, you knows!!! you may like this!!! if you like a more complex dipper/pacifica relationship that's very trauma-affected.... who knows!!!! you may like this!!!!!!

#fanfiction #ao3 #gravity falls #dipcifica #kind of??? #its like kind of platonic but like formerly romantic in like exclusively the teenage way #angst with a happy ending #oneshot #gravity falls fanfic #tv girl #title is from blue hair by tv girl

[zims-left-antenna]

Don't reblog this. Take a screenshot and tag your OTPs

(i like this screenshot cuz it has multiple screenshots inside.....also im bored XD i should be sleeping :P)

#so uumm #i think they are #zatr #(look i read ONE fanfic from 2006 and it convinced me) (it was cute c: ) #dipcifica #fluttercord #oldrivalshipping #or just leaf x the rival idk #specialshipping #(theyre so cute !!!) #luaisy has been my otp ever since i was like 7 years old JASDJA my first ship

[darkspine10]

GF Fanfic - Witch Hunt

Witch Hunt (3542 words) by darkspine10

Chapters: 1/10 Fandom: Gravity Falls Rating: Teen and Up Additional Tags: Action/Adventure, Circus, Salem massachusetts, Witches, Cryptids, Cults, Family Bonding, Relationship Discussions, Alien Cultural Differences, Adopted Children, Magic-Users, Dipper goes by Mason at times, Soul-Searching, Militia, Teamwork, Freemasons, Magic Tricks, Performance Art, Bigotry & Prejudice, Activism, Hidden Depths

Summary: Called upon by Mabel, Dipper and Pacifica bring their family to visit Salem. Hidden secrets and old friends await them underneath the veneer of a travelling circus. Dark forces move in the town's underbelly. Seeking alien creatures, the Pines find themselves embroiled in a fight to defend their friends' very identities from a twisted faction. Juggling emotional upheavals and enigmatic enemies, they must discover the truth about themselves before it becomes too late.

Arriving in the early evening, the pink Mini drove along pleasant, tree-lined avenues. The houses and barns the car passed were invariably wooden, either surviving examples of the town’s earliest history or built in imitation of such.

Pumpkins carved with leering smiles lined the fences all along the roadside. Crossing a covered bridge, the car pulled to a stop in a parking lot on the edge of the forest. In the crystal clear sunset light, the leaves were a gorgeous swirl of orange. Set between the road and the woods was a collection of huge red tents, the tops swaying gently in the breeze.

Merrise Pines stepped out of the car and tightened her fur lumberjack hat and oversized jacket around herself, trying to stifle a shiver. “How do you two handle this? Seasons are such a scam.”

“I sympathise with you there, Sixer,” Dipper said, coming to join his daughter on the asphalt expanse. He was similarly wrapped up in several layers.

Turning off the engine, the last to emerge from the car was Pacifica, shaking her head at the pair of them. “You guys are such wimps. California, desert planets; neither of you know what a real Fall chill is like.”

“Looks like this place is all geared up for the season,” Dipper said, gesturing at the pumpkins. “Glad we made it a few days before the big tourist rush.” Even so, they’d been lucky to find a space in the crowded parking lot. Across the metal roofs of the cars a distant chattering wafted out from the central tent.

“So this is ‘New England’?” Merrise asked, looking quizzically at the forest. The trees were much smaller than the examples she was used to back home in Oregon, though they still formed an impenetrable wall of darkness, even to her wide eyes. “When was the old one destroyed?”

“Oh no, it’s still there,” Dipper stammered. “See, a lot of places in this part of America are named after ones in England. It’s across the ocean, you remember what those are?”

“Duh, of course I do,” Merrise sighed, as if the knowledge was plainly obvious. “It’s that giant lake thingy that covers most of the planet.”

“Good one, you catch on quick,” Dipper said, trying to reassure his daughter that he wasn’t criticising her. “The towns around here were settled by the English about 350 years ago.”

“The colonists clearly weren’t very imaginative folk,” Pacifica observed. “New York, New Hampshire, New Jersey. That’s Puritans for you.” Merrise cocked her head, seemingly completely lost due to her parent’s words. “Forget it Merrise, I doubt it’ll be important. We’re just here to meet-”

“Guys!” Across the parking lot, an arm appeared from behind the closest tent flap, waving at them non-stop. A second later, Mabel Pines burst out and came running to greet the family. Bear hugs ensued for her brother and sister-in-law, wrapping them in tight. “Welcome to Salem!”

The Pines family had received Mabel’s cryptic invitation a few days ago, requesting their presence in Massachusetts as soon as they could make the journey. Not doubting her intentions, Dipper and Pacifica had immediately agreed to the trip. Due to the brevity of her message, neither had any clue what to expect on arrival, only that if Mabel deemed it serious business then they needed to be here to see it through.

But whatever mission had brought them could wait for later. Right now they had an excited Mabel bouncing up and down and grinning madly at them. “I can’t believe you came all this way to see me. I need someone to pinch me, it’s still kinda surreal.”

“I’ll do it,” Pacifica said with a menacing smirk.

“Me too,” Merrise added, joining in with her mother’s little joke. When Mabel finally noticed the small girl she did a double-take and wiped her eyes.

“Woah, nearly didn’t recognise you there, kiddo. That perception filter must be working overtime.”

Reaching up to her neck, Merrise pulled the gold medallion over her neck, past a thick turtleneck. The sweater was itself a gift from Mabel to keep her from getting too cold on a planet that was a few degrees less comfortable than she was used to. With the filter removed, Merrise’s human disguise flickered away to reveal her true form.

When the device was active, Merrise appeared to be human, However, she didn’t closely match the appearances of her adopted parents. Somehow the psychic link retained the fact everyone who looked at her would be aware she was adopted. So Merrise’s gloriously pink alien skin textures had been translated into a much darker hue compared to Dipper and Pacifica. No-one was about to mistake her for their biological child anytime soon, but the filter at least made her seem like an average ten year-old, rather than an exotic creature born on another world.

To her parents’ eyes of course she appeared as she’d always done. Aware of the effect, they automatically saw past it to the real Merrise. Mabel had spent too much time away for that to be instantaneous, she had to really focus to push past the illusory disguise.

Merrise delighted at Mabel’s attempts to squint through the filter as she slipped the medallion back on. “I told the other girls at school that I’m originally from a place called On-tar-ee-oh.”

“Well whatever form you wear, you still look cute as a button.” Mabel booped her niece on the nose, eliciting a giggle.

“Thanks again for all the adoption papers,” Dipper said to his sister. “Even I couldn’t tell that the birth certificate was a complete forgery. Your arts and craft work continues to impress.”

“Pshaww, it was nothing bro. How about you though! Get a load of this.” She lightly bopped his loose and tangled hair. ”A ponytail, really?”

“I’ve been saying the same thing for months,” Pacifica whispered conspiratorially. “Whether it’s a beard or a ponytail, your brother is always too shaggy.”

“Yeah yeah,” Dipper said, not letting the girls get to him. “I’m embracing a little more chaos in my life, thank you. That and the fact I haven’t found the time to get a haircut in the last year. I’d like to see you try raising two girls, Mabel.”

The group shared a laugh, happy to be in each others’ presence again in a non-life-threatening situation. There’d been vanishingly few of these moments in the last couple of years. Merrise too was at ease in the group, re-learning what it was like to have a real family bond like the one the twins shared.

Although Mabel hadn’t said anything about it out loud, Dipper had noticed her choice of outfit. She wore a bright yellow ribbon in her hair, which at some point in the last few weeks she’d dyed pastel pink. Denim cut-offs and a red t-shirt with her classic rainbow star pattern splayed on the chest completed the look. It also showed off the tattoos she bore from her teenage dalliance with being a goth. In the last year or two Dipper had gotten used to his sister general favouring more practical outfits, fit for the kind of mischief and adventures she’d find herself falling into as a world-renowned political agitator. Her new attire was a small sign that perhaps she was loosening up.

“That reminds me, how is little Wendy Jr?” Mabel asked, bringing Dipper out of his overly analytical mode and reminding him of his baby daughter back home.

“Soos is looking after her,” Pacifica said, shrugging. “The guy’s got two kids already, I’m sure he can handle the terrifying chaotic hybrid of Northwest and Pines.”

“We sound like a law firm when you say it like that,” Dipper said, grimacing. “Our little lamb’ll be fine at home. Better there than on a potentially dangerous adventure.”

“This is way more fun though,” Merrise said, and Dipper couldn’t disagree.

“Man, I still can’t believe we’re all together in one place again!” Mabel was buzzing with energy, practically jumping up and down on the spot.

“Yeah, Dipper said, equally glad of the reunion.“Feels like years, with all that’s happened lately.” Even though brother and sister had met up together a few months prior, it had been even longer since the entire Mystery Trio had been united.

“It was when I gave birth to Wendy,” Pacifica stated matter-of-factly. “My body was going through hell, Mason here was totally useless, and you could hardly contain yourself.”

“That was just a flying visit,” Mabel said dismissively. “Before then, when did we last spend some quality time together as a family?”

The twins thought on the matter, before Pacifica again put them out of their misery. “That’d be a year then. It was last October, when you and Zera left Gravity Falls to go do whatever it is you normally do.”

“Wow, yeah!” Mabel said. “That means this is the first time we’re all back together since we got back from our crazy epic trip through the multiverse.”

Dipper nudged Mabel playfully with his elbow “Video calling on our birthday at the end of summer really doesn’t match up, does it? It’s kinda weird being back on the East Coast, we haven’t left home much since handling our move.”

“Is Zera here, by the way?” Pacifica asked. Mabel’s interstellar girlfriend was hardly easy to miss, especially since she sported fins and scaly skin.

“You’ll see,” Mabel said with an over-exaggerated wink.

“Well, much as I’d love to spend all evening out here reminiscing, do you have somewhere we can sit that’s out of the cold? I might be more resistant than these two,” Pacifica pointed to her family, and continued despite their protests, “but it really is getting cold. The sun’s almost set already.”

Mabel nodded at the tent. “Sure thing, I’ll show you inside. It won’t take long and everything’ll become clear.”

“You know, tents aren’t really known for their heat insulation capabilities,” Pacifica wryly noted as she followed Mabel’s lead.

Before they walked over with the others, Merrise tugged on Dipper’s jacket and he went back to the car. “Wait, hold on a sec. Need to get one more thing.”

Opening up the trunk, Dipper rummaged past the family’s clothes bags. He’d brought some basic mystery hunting equipment - his journal, of course, various energy detectors, ward runes, and Pacifica’s old axe and crossbow - but without more specific information from Mabel he hadn’t packed anything too outlandish. Apart from one item.

Reaching to the back, he retrieved a bone white cage containing a hunk of dark igneous rock. Setting it down on the asphalt, he unlatched it and took a quick step back. Mabel knelt down to look at the odd rock. Her eyes widened as cracks in the rock began emitting a red glow. The surface crackled and stretched, before a hawk-like beak appeared. Spreading its wings, the firebird flew out of the cage. Merrise gave a whistle and the creature landed on her outstretched arm.

“What the frickety frack is that?!” Mabel said, in awe of the creature.

“This is Dee,” Merrise explained while feeding a pebble to the bird. He took off again and landed on a patch of bare ground. The earth instantly caught aflame at the creature’s touch. “He likes to burn things.”

“Woah, not good!” Mabel ran over and damped down the fire, shooing Dee away until he landed again on Merrise. “Back up: You own a pet demon bird?”

“Alien probe bird, more like,” Merrise said, proudly smiling. Dee harmlessly nuzzled her cheek. “He’s from space.”

“Wanna explain?” Mabel addressed to Dipper.

“Maybe later. Paz is right, let’s get inside first. And Merrise, make sure Dee doesn’t torch anything he’s not supposed to. Tents tend to be flammable.”

Merrise saluted and headed after her mother. Dee flapped his wings and glided slightly behind. Mabel shook her head. “Wow, two kids, a pet. You’ve really been domesticated, Dip.”

“If you can call a flaming terror bird ‘domestic’, then sure.”

“Don’t worry, we won’t need that kind of firepower to keep us safe.” Mabel jumped into an action ready stance, before spinning around in the air. “Hee yah!” Her spin kick brought applause from Merrise, but Dipper shoved her towards the awaiting tent flap.

“Yeah yeah, you’re a badass protester and I’m a suburban dad. Enough pleasantries. You know I can’t stand a mystery, however small.” Dipper stared up the billowing tent. “Can’t wait to see what you’ve got in store for us in here.”

In a tight corridor a short way into the tent, Pacifica was holding up her necklace to show to the others. “May, care to explain why my enchanted, weirdness detecting pendant has been spinning like crazy ever since we entered this tent?”

Dipper cradled the Pine Tree shaped piece of jewellery and felt the magical tug on the silver. He’d enchanted it himself some 12 or so years prior, to alert Pacifica whenever paranormal effects were nearby. Merrise watched it with wide eyes, not yet accustomed to its self-propelled spinning.

Mabel, a cryptic smile on her lips, patted her old friend on the shoulder. “It’ll be super clear, any second now. You guys go on ahead, down this corridor and then find some seats. See you after the show.” With that, she sauntered off down a side passage, leaving the family to find their own way forward.

As they neared another tent flap, the din of murmured voices grew louder. Dipper and Pacifica already suspected what they were about to uncover, but Merrise, none the wiser, crept cautiously forwards. Poking her head through the flap she saw a vast arena of seats within the largest central area of the tent. There was an empty sawdust covered ring in the middle. Above them speakers piped in jaunty music, and the audience were happily chatting or munching on popcorn.

Remembering Mabel’s instruction, Merrise dutifully sat on the nearest wooden bench and waited for the promised event to start. Her parents came to sit on either side, already excitedly looking around the large space.

The lights dimmed, casting the whole tent into shadow. The chatter of voices diminished, and Merrise strained forwards to look at the stage. Even with her extra-sensitive Tengosan eyes she could barely make anything out.

A single spotlight shone down from above, highlighting a small besuited man standing in the ring. He wore an eyepatch and a maroon fez, which bore a golden sigil Merrise didn’t understand the significance of.

“Ladies and gentlemen!” The man’s voice rang out clearly through the whole space, but Merrise frowned. It sounded just like her father’s voice. She looked at Dipper, but he was focused on the stage.

The small man brandished a ball-topped cane and waved it around the arena. “Welcome to Mr Alcor’s Constellation of Amazements! I am your host, Mr Alcor himself!” He slammed the end of the cane on the sawdust, causing a burst of sparks that made the audience coo and sent out small ripples of applause. All that was needed to silence them was a raise of his hand, commanding all attention to remain on himself.

For Merrise, finally adjusting her eyes to the dimmer levels, everything had clicked. She panned from Dipper to the man on stage. No, not a man. A boy, shorter even than she was. Behind all the surface trappings of the suit and eyepatch, Merrise recognised his face as the same as Dipper’s, only much younger.

The person on stage speaking to the enraptured audience was named Quattro. Merrise had met him only briefly before, in a situation that nearly led to the destruction of reality. An exact replica of Dipper Pines, Quattro had been created over a decade and a half ago. Born from an overachieving copier machine that could duplicate people as easily as documents, he’d been crafted by Dipper among several others in a misguided attempt at courting his friend, Wendy Corduroy. Quattro had lived a nomadic life since that night. Merrise only knew this from being told a slim explanation by Dipper. In all the chaos of their previous meeting, she’d barely had time to get to know the long-lived paper clone in detail.

From his expression, easily confident now he had the audience’s full attention, it seemed he was having a whale of a time. “Tonight’s proceedings will be filled with wonder, daring, and mystery. And no end of frights.” He let out an energetic chuckle, then slammed his cane down again and vanished in an explosive flash.

In the centre of the stage, a bonfire began to glow with a flickering light. Dipper and Pacifica strained to see through the darkness, looking for whatever was coming next. Merrise saw it first and felt her blood run cold. Fading in above the sparkling embers, a bone white face materialised in the air. Several gasps came from the audience before the skull face disappeared as abruptly as it had arrived.

“Who dares indulge our show this fine night?” The voice reverberated, even clearer than Quattro’s assertive speech.

Unsure what in the world was going on, Merrise clutched one of her parent’s arms in the dark, Pacifica’s as it turned out. She felt a reciprocating hug from her mother, but it did little to shake her fear. None of the strange Earth creatures Dipper had shown her were anything as terrifying as this.

“Nothing is what it seems.” The suspended face of death reappeared in the shadows at the edge of the stage, near to the closest members of the public watching. It vanished again, leaving Merrise on edge as to where it might show up next. “Whatever might occur in a town of witches and injustice?”

A scream rang out. The skull was floating in the stands, delighting as it spooked a random woman. It kept fading and coalescing out of the darkness to strike fear into the hearts of the audience. Each time it moved, coming closer and closer to where the Pines were seated. The booming voice echoed around from unknown corners. “My hour is almost come, when I to sulphurous and tormenting flames must render up myself.”

Having nearly reached them, the skull vanished one last time. Merrise sat petrified in her mother’s grip, afraid to even breathe. The silent tension stretched and stretched. Merrise almost dared to think it was all over and she looked around to confirm her suspicions.

The skull face, hovering right behind her, flashed a devilish grin. “Something wicked this way comes.”

Merrise gave a high-pitched scream, which only grew in volume when the skull was enveloped in a whirlwind of fire. Consumed in the flames, the spectre reappeared in a matching column on stage, to rapturous applause.

Merrise tried to drown out the noise and the terrifying images, wrapping herself into a tight ball. Dipper and Pacifica quickly noticed her reaction and rushed to comfort her. Pacifica hugged her snugly and stroked her head. “Hey hey baby. This must be confusing.”

“It’s not really a ghost,” Dipper whispered, trying to calm her nerves with rationality. “This is all an illusion, a show. A fake.” Dee also fluttered down beside her, lightly singeing the wooden bench and offering his neck for her to scratch.

Peeking through her fingers, the tears of fright faded as Merrise set eyes on another familiar face. Now illuminated by the bonfire, both Quattro and the skull face were proudly bowing. Only, the skull was clearly attached to a man, who removed a dark cloak that hid elaborate flowing robes of white and purple. What had seemed like real bone was in fact facepaint, covering a face with pitch-black skin and a complex net of dreadlocks tied together in a loose ponytail.

Bokamoso was his name, though Merrise was even less acquainted with him than Quattro. He was a compatriot of sorts to her parents and Mabel, part of their union of travellers who had been exploring the multiverse during the same adventure that had brought them into her life. All she really knew about him was an aptitude for magic spells, something that made sense as an inherent asset in this kind of performance.

Now understanding that there was no real danger, Merrise straightened up. Nodding quietly to her parents, she started to watch the show, no longer scared. If it was nothing but an illusion, she could be brave enough to not hide away. Dipper and Pacifica relaxed too, glad she was getting into the spectacle of the thing.

“My illustrious co-host everybody!” Quattro said, pointing to Bokamoso with exaggerated flair as he took another bow.

“That was only the start of our offerings tonight,” Bo said, toothily grinning. He bulged his eyes out, then blinked them shut. When he reopened them, revealing an extra third eye on his forehead, the audience cheered in shock and delight. Merrise already had him sussed from the start though, and smugly crossed her arms. “Let the games begin, my friends!”

Bo’s eye drifted back to the Pines, and Merrise detected the slightest wink aimed in their direction. She smiled. Even if she’d been scared before, she knew these two performers. This was going to be fun.

“Believe me,” Quattro said, “you ‘aint seen nothing yet!”

#gravity falls fanfic #gravity falls #dipper pines #mabel pines #pacifica northwest #dipcifica #AO3 fanfic

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Hey guys! So, after doing some thought I have decided to write my first fanfic series! I am very excited about it ! Here’s the summary,

After getting a job at Greasy's Diner and starting high school, it's hard for Pacifica to manage her new friendships, change what it means to be a Northwest, and figure out who she is. Join in on her unlikely adventures with Robbie Valentino across the Universe to get back home

Click the source link below to read :)

[my DMS are always open to criticism and ideas]

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Stargazing

You know those moments in fanfics where Character A is looking at something beautiful and comments on how pretty it is, and then Character B agrees, but they’re looking at Character A as they say it? Yeah, that’s what this is but in dipcifica.

#maybe someday I’ll have the patience to actually color something properly #dipper x pacifica #gravity falls #dipcifica #dipper pines #pacifica northwest

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What is something you don't enjoy in dipcifica fics? Or rather, what do you think are common pitfalls in dipcifica fics you've read so far?

My main answer to this would be something I've noted in a lot of Dipcifica fics, even some that I would consider among the objective best, and that is reducing Dipper's character to being 'the awkward, paranoid dork' (which, to be completely clear, he totally is), however there's frequently so much emphasis placed on how much less cool than Pacifica he is, and I think I'm yet to read one where he gets to be anywhere as snarky as I feel like Canon! Dipper would be in a situation where he's in consistent proximity to Pacifica, someone who brings out the snarkiest side of his personality. Admittedly, with much of the animosity behind them, it's perhaps fair, however, Pacifica is nearly constantly characterised as the 'sassy, sarcastic cool one', with Dipper there for contrast (and to adore her, as he should), when in canon, he's probably the most sarcastic character in the show.

Also, as fun as it is, and I will admit that I've done this before, I do get occasionally irked whenever I read a fic where Pacifica, who is pretty much a newbie to the whole paranormal thing, is somehow better at dealing with paranormal threats than Dipper--which while it's fun, and it's a solid way to get some cuteness and utter admiration from Dipper in there, it's not necessarily realistic. And the show itself did enough to downplay just how capable, confident and competent Dipper became throughout the summer, and I don't think fanfic writers need to continue that by just having him play the 'admiring boyfriend' to his awesome girlfriend. This isn't to say that Pacifica can't have her moment of awesomeness (in fact, in my continuity, it's after a pretty cool moment of awesome, in which she basically saved Dipper's life that he actually decided 'oh my gosh i love her'), I just think that she--a spoilt rich girl--should not be consistently upstaging the seasoned paranormal investigator, and when she does, I absolutely adore it if she does it by utilising one of her specific skills or pieces of knowledge (like her minigolf skills, or weaponising her beauty products).

Basically, I just don't love it when Dipper gets reduced to the 'nerdy guy with an awesome girlfriend who's always the cool, talented one'. They deserve equal opportunity to save each other. And fluster each other. And snark at each other in a friendly way.

The other thing that frustrates me in Dipcifica fics is whenever Mabel is sidelined in favour of the ship. It is not what Alex Hirsch would have wanted.

Wow, that was long. I didn't know I had so much to say on the subject, but there you go. I have more beef with popular Dipcifica portrayals than I thought.

#gravity falls #ask answered #dipcifica

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Introducing my fic series!

So welcome to my blog! Here I'll post updates related to my next-generation fic series. Please feel free to reblog to promote my series, or ask any questions in the ask box!

What is it about?

It's time to pass the baton.

At least 30 years have passed since the summer that changed everything. Many have moved on, but while all the characters have grown up and settled down, the town of Gravity Falls is still a strange and weird place. Nesting among the woodlands and valleys, plenty of secrets remain, waiting to be unlocked.

Explore the stories and escapades of Dipper and Pacifica’s three children – Nita, Nilam and Taka – as they deal with all the endless paranormal absurdities and other ridiculousness that comes their way (preferably without their parents’ supervision).

Adventure! Mystery! Action! Grappling hook! These random bold-sounding words are alive and well in these exciting Tales!

Parental guidance is advised when browsing the following stories.

Artwork by Pau_Sketches, an amazing and delightful artist to work with!

Notes

My goal with this series is to try and create a believable next-generation series for the show, by keeping the fun, quirky tone of the cartoon interspersed with paranormal and mythical elements. And, of course, plenty of family fluff, with endearing parental moments and the unavoidable siblings' bickering and teasing. While I work on longer adventures with these Pines children, I might at the same time devote some efforts to one-shots (labelled with the prefix "Appendix") to keep myself motivated. These one-shots are a couple of stories exploring the side characters and background of the new generation.

I recommend using this index if you wish to navigate my works in chronological order.

I understand that next-generation stories are quite niche. But if you’ve dropped by here seeking such stories, I would appreciate it if you check out some of these works and hit the kudos button and/or comment! Any comments and constructive criticism help keep me going forward. Reblog too to help promote this series!

In the meantime, also try to crack the weird keyboard smashes or string of numbers left at the end of every story. These are actually cryptic messages, encoded in various ways (whether Vigenère, Caesar or Atbash). They might mean something or nothing.

Once again, stay weird and have fun!

#gravity falls #gravity falls fanfic #gravity falls fanfiction #fanfiction #gravity falls fanart #dipcifica #new generation #gravity falls new generation #orion siblings #pines triplets #dipcifica children #family fluff #pacifica northwest #dipper pines #gravity falls art #gravity falls fic