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Wendip Week 2023 - Hurry Up, Please, It's Time Parts One and Two (Update)
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Wendip Week 2022 - You Belong With Me
Set in 2022, Wendy, Pacifica, & the twins are all at Willington U. Pacifica is going for her bachelor's degree in business. Mabel is attempting to dual degree in teaching and child development. Wendy is going for her bachelor's degree in forestry after working two years with her dad to save up for college. And Dipper is juggling a bachelor's degree in archeology, being a division 1 track star, and a girlfriend.
Everything is going great, except Wendy has a problem.
Wendy's problem is that she is not the girlfriend...
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Prompt - On 4 Wheels
April 16th, 2022
45 minutes outside of Spington, NV
‘Ugh, not again.’ Wendy groaned internally as she tried to not listen to Dipper’s side of the phone conversation he was having with his girlfriend. But it was hard. Here he was having yet another disagreement with miss priss about why they hadn’t made it to the Springton U’s track field yet, never mind the fact that they were in the convoy with the rest of the track team. And also never mind the fact they still have a hour and a half before they were supposed to be there. Just because the cheer coach wanted her squad there early to get some practice in before the match, Kayla expected him to be there with her. It doesn’t matter to her that the track coach wanted Dipper and the team to arrive together. If Wendy wasn’t driving right now she would have rolled her eyes at that one. But she was and so she instead decided that while he was looking out the passenger window, she would “accidentally” turn the radio up.
She heard Mabel and Paz snicker in the back as Occam’s Raybands’ “3ating Pi” started blaring throughout the microbus. She nearly regretted it as she saw Dip jerk away from his phone for a moment before he started trying to placate “Her Raven Priss-ness”. This really shouldn’t be bothering her, but since the beginning of last year (ok, longer than that even, if she was being truthful with herself) she’s realized that things have changed for her. She had been ok with just being friends (especially since she was the one that had told him she was too old for him that first summer), but that summer before they all back went to college she finally decided to tell him how she felt. Unfortunately the twins arrived to town after visiting their parents, he hit her with the news he had a new girlfriend who would also be heading to Willington U in the fall. She told him she was happy for him and they continued to hang out the rest of that summer but inside she was torn up.
“Sorry man, I thought you were done with her.” Wendy said as he got off the phone, “I mean I know this is one of your favorites, so I thought we could rock out to it to hype you up for the race.”
“That’s okay, Kayla was just wondering how long it was going to be until we got there.” Dipper said as he slid his phone into the pocket of his vest.
“Broseph,” said from the back seat, “you know we can hear your side of the call and as loud Kayla was we heard most of her side too.”
“Well…” Dipper started as he rubbed the back of his head.
“Dipper, I really can’t see what you’re doing with her.” Pacifica cut him off, “Yeah, she’s cute but she’s also a self serving, stuck up lil b…”
Mabel had quickly gotten her hand over her girlfriend’s mouth before she finished her thought. “Paz, Com’on you know how I feel about cursing, no matter how much I agree with what you’re saying.”
“Alright,” Pacifica said as Mabel removed her hand, “Just think about it, Dipper. And remember that’s coming from me.”
“She’s not all that bad,” Dipper responded causing Wendy to roll her despite the fact she was driving.
“Look Dip Dop,” Mabel said in a placating tone, “we know you want to believe that, but you’re talking to the three people who probably know you better than you know yourself. You’ve been mopping around for really most of the semester and don’t try to deny it. You didn’t even want to checkout the rumor of the sasquatch that’s been seen near campus recently.”
“And you blew off last week’s DDMoreD session cause you didn’t feel like it.” Paz added whilst twirling a lock of her hair “Poor Dylan had worked so hard on the adventure too. He was crushed that we had to cancel cause our tank wasn’t going to be there. I was gonna to get give you a piece of my mind, then Mabel told me you had gotten into another fight with the dye job diva.”
By this time Dipper had shifted in his eat so he was mostly facing the rear passengers. Shaking his head he said, “Man, I’ll have to apologize to Dyl. I didn’t mean to upset him like that, I was just having a bad day.”
“You’ve been having a lot of those recently. And most of them are due to her prissy-ness.” Wendy said before she even realized it.
“Et tu, Wendy?” Dipper half joked/half asked.
“Dude, you blew off our last movie night because Kayla needed you to proof a paper for a class you don’t even take. I mean I could see Mabs taking a couture design class but fashion is not your thing.”
“Well she needed me to catch any errors it her writing,” Dipper explained even though he had hated missing the cheesy movie and hanging with Wendy.
“That’s a load of bull hockey bro!” Mabel said before she blew a raspberry to emphasize her point. “There’s this great function on every computer called spellcheck, I know you’ve heard of it.”
“According to Grace, Kayla just didn’t want you spending time with anyone else. Especially Wendy.” Paz added.
“Who’s Grace?” Wendy asked as her grip tightened on the steering wheel.
“Kayla’s roommate.” Dipper responded without thinking. Wendy made a mental note to have Paz introduce her to her. Dipper continued, “Guys thanks for looking out for me, but it’s ok. We’ve just hit a rough patch. Every couple does.”
“Dipperdoo,” Mabel said solemnly while pyramiding her hands, “you guys have been together for two years and she still has to come to me for any ideas on what to get you for any gift related occasion. How else do you think she knew to get you that new DD&MoreD expansion for Christmas and the hot sauce set for Valentine’s.”
“And let’s face it Dip, you’ve never been the best at figuring out the opposite sex.” Pacifica added, “ I had to kiss this beauty beside me before you realized that yes, I was interested in a Pines twin just not you.”
“Hey that was not my fault,” Dipper said defensively, “there was a lot of weird signals going around that summer. Heck, I was surprised that Lovegod wasn’t visiting the Falls at the time; I mean Candy started dating Kevin, Thompson started dating the girl from Bebblybop’s, Tambry caught Robbie cheating on her, etc.”
“Like you said, we’re just looking out for you, dork.” Wendy said while doing her best to keep her eyes on the road, she wasn’t sure her expression would betray her feelings here. She already hadn’t liked Kayla, now she was beginning to despise her.
“Well for now let’s change the subject, I’m feeling a lil uncomfortable here.” Dipper said as he turned back towards the front of the microbus.
“Just one more thing and I’ll drop it,” Mabel said. “Think about what we’ve said and ask yourself, do you want someone doesn’t know you well enough to figure a simple gift or maybe someone who not only knows your favorite song, but also your favorite food and even your favorite movie.”
Mabel noticed Wendy stiffened a lil at the remark, but as usual it went over Dipper’s head. She may not be as observant as her brother when it comes to mysteries, but she’s a professional matchmaker and when it comes to romantic feelings it’s hard to hide them from her. She had thought for awhile that maybe Wendy was finally gonna give into her feelings for Dipper, but then Kayla popped into the picture. And while she was happy for him at first, she noticed that it was bugging her ginger friend. So she has made it her goal to see the two of them realize they were perfect for each other. Or to be more precise, to help them realize that the other already does feel that way.
True to their word they changed the subject and spent the rest of the road trip talking about nonsensical stuff and singing along to the song list Wendy had arranged for the trip.
After a half hour or so the convoy turned into the parking lot of the college sports center. Wendy quickly found a spot to park and Dipper hopped out to get together with the rest of his Division 1 track team.
As soon as he was outta sight, Wendy turned towards Mabel, “What the heck was that Mabs?”
Mabel seemingly pulled a pair of heart shaped sunglasses out of thin air and slid them on. Then she pulled them down so that she was looking over the top of them and said, “Just doing what comes naturally Wen-Wen. You need to snatch him up soon before that harpy gets her claws too firmly into him.”
And with that Mabel turned and headed on towards the line at the entrance to the stands. Paz quickly joined her girl, leaving Wendy standing there realizing she hadn’t been as good as hiding her feelings as she thought.
Dipper was still going over the conversation from the microbus when he caught up to the rest of the team.
“Hey Dipster man, thought you wouldn’t make it,” his teammate Toby said as he slapped him on the back.
Snapping back to the present, Dipper replied “I was just over there, it’s not like I wasn’t in the vehicle behind you.”
“Oh I know, but your entire walk over here you were a thousand miles away.” Toby said as he led Dipper towards the athletes entrance, “You worried about racing your old training partner?”
Perplexed, Dipper asked “Huh?”
“Don’t you remember, Malcolm transferred here when his mom got sick to be closer to her.” Toby chided, “You two are in the 100 meters and the relay!”
Dipper stopped where he was. He had actually forgotten about that, mostly since he hadn’t thought about it since Malcolm had left. Training buddy, mote like sparring partner if anything. They were always competing for spots at track meets and standings in the teams pecking order. Or more like Malcolm was. He could never stand to be second best.
“Uhm, Dip.” He heard Toby say, snapping him out of the tangent of thoughts running through his head. He turned to look towards where Toby had stopped at the exit of the tunnel they were in. Toby waved Dipper back as he continued, “You may not want to come out here.”
Dipper’s natural curiosity urged him forward. He couldn’t think of any reason to not go out to the track field. They did have a competition to win. As he got to the door way Coach Auburn stepped in front of him.
“You know what son, why don’t you take this meet off. Maybe go get your sister and her cute friends and you all can take in the local sights.” The Coach said as he did his best the block the exit.
Wondering what in the world was going out there that would cause the Coach to suggest that he gave up the spot he had earned, Dipper ducked down between the two blocking the way and slipped outside. He took a look around and at first he couldn’t see any problem. The other visiting teams were getting to their benches, the Springton team was at theirs, the various cheer squads were over in the area, Kayla was kissing Malcolm, Mabel and the girls were just getting to there seats…
He jerked his head back towards where he saw his girlfriend kissing his old rival. He broke into a sprint towards them. Toby tried to catch him, but Dipper ran the 100 meter for a reason. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw movement in the bleachers but was focused on the couple. They had just broke apart when he reached them.
“Kayla, what in the seven layers of hell is going on here?” he asked as she realized he was there.
“Dipper…” Kayla started but was quickly cut off by Malcolm saying, “What does it look like Pines. You’ve come in second again.”
“Why you…” Dipper started towards Malcolm ready to thrash him before a firm hand landed on his shoulder.
“Don’t let him get to you Dip.” Wendy said from behind him, it was her hand “He’s not worth it.”
“You’re right. I’ve known he was a jerk for as long as I’ve known him.” Dipper said as he attempted to pull free from Wendy’s grip, Turning his gaze towards Kayla, “You though, I would have never guessed this from you. We’ve been through so much together.”
“I’m so sorry Mas…,” Kayla started before she just stopped and shook her head. Slipping an arm “ You know what, no I’m not sorry. It was fun while it lasted, having you follow me around like a well trained puppy.”
Dipper started at her like she was growing a second head. He jerked out of it as he felt Wendy’s hand tighten on his shoulder. By now Mabel and Pacifica had made it to the crowd that was gathering.
It didn’t seem to matter to Kayla that they were there as she continues, “But after awhile I just needed a man. I was gonna break up with you last year but my Mal here had to go take care of his mom, after all he needed to protect his inheritance.”
Kayla continued on, but Dipper stood there getting madder as Kayla spoke. He couldn’t believe all the time they were together meant nothing to her. If it wasn’t for Wendy’s hand holding his shoulder he might have done something stupid. “And to top it off, you were always going on about or spending time with that red headed tramp behind you!”
It was Dipper’s turn to hold back Wendy, but they both got some satisfaction because Paz wasn’t as successful at holding back Mabel.
“You jezebel!” Mabel called out as she delivered a right cross that would’ve made Grunkle Stan proud. Kayla went down like a sack of rice.
The rest of the event ended up being fairly uneventful after that. The coach again offered to let Dipper skip the race if he wanted too, but Dip said he need to blow off the steam. The organizers did have the good decency to put Malcolm and Dipper in lanes on the opposite end of the track. At the shot Dipper tripped coming of the starting line but quickly righted himself. It didn’t take him long to catch up to and take the lead. He got bit of satisfaction in beating Malcolm. If looks could kill, neither of them would have survived to make it to the relay at the end of the meet. And while Dip’s team didn’t take first place they still beat Springton.
Dipper begged off going with the team to eat after the meet and so the four of them piled into the Dipper’s microbus. Though neither Dipper or Wendy felt like driving so he tossed the keys to Pacifica and they took the back seat. It was decided that they would grab their stuff from the hotel the team had and head on back home.
Dipper really didn’t say much on the way home and when they finally got there he went on up to his room.
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Wendip Week 2022-Birthday
Wendy tries to get her husband to enjoy their honeymoon.
written for @wendip-week
Wendy emerged from the water as Dipper was busy looking for a cure for the curse the couple had accidently unleashed on their hike.
“Dipper, this is our honeymoon! Stop working.” Clad in an emerald green bikini, the red head walked over to her husband. “Come, swim with me.”
“Not if we don’t want volcano ghosts following us home.”
Wendy sighed. “What do you want for your birthday?”
Dipper looked up. “What?”
“Your birthday is, like, next month, what do you want?”
Dipper put down the book and looked his wife in her eyes. “Wendy, marrying you is the second happiest moment of my life. Second only to the birth of Rose and Ty. I don’t need anything else.”
“Then swim with your wife dude.” She grabbed him and started pulling him to the pool. Dipper slipped off his shirt and kicked off his sandals as he fell into the pool. He kissed her under the waves as their honeymoon continued.
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Nautiscarader's Wendip Week #3: friends to lovers
(Ao3) rated T/M some mature themes and mentions of use of alcohol.
Dipper Pines woke up with a mild headache that got replaced immediately by a soothing smell of fresh laundry, fresh air, and freshly brewed coffee…
It took him a moment to completely wake up from what he was almost sure was very pleasant dream. clutching the pillow, he rolled from left side of his bed to the right…
And he sharply woke up when re remembered that his bed wasn't that wide.
As he sat up, he looked around to ponder his situation, and with his eyes getting used to the morning sun illuminating the wooden cabin, he slowly realised where he was.
He was in Wendy's bed.
His heart started beating faster in his chest as he frantically tried to remember what happened last night, and with that, the headache came back.
They were… on a date, as hazy images began to appear in Dipper's head. Yeah, it was eight of August, and for that, Lazy Susan prepared a special: a date dessert for dates on a special date.
And Dipper slightly choked when he realised it was spiced with just a little bit of something stronger…
Cold sweat appeared on his forehead. He was of age, but even now he was cautious about alcohol, and with holes in his memory it was evident that Susan might have overdone it.
But that wasn't the worst. he did not remember what happened to-
"Wendy…"
As if to reply to his mind's calling, the door opened and Wendy walked in, holding two cups of steaming coffee. She greeted him with a warm smile and oddly salacious voice.
"Hey, there, tiger".
She sat on the side of the bed, handing him the cup.
"I thought you'd sleep longer after that night."
"Th-that night?", Dipper replied, anxious about her next line.
"Well, yeah.", she took a sip, "You've done a lot."
The gulp of warm coffee got stuck in his throat, though the burning sensation was nothing compared to the warmth of her tone.
"I mean, I was kinda tired too, but let's face it, you did most of the work. By the way… thanks."
Wendy brushed her shirt… and only now Dipper realised that it wasn't hers.
It was his.
He put the cup away and looked at what he was wearing, quickly realising he was half-naked.
"Shame, I quite liked that green one", Wendy spoke with some tenderness in her voice, "But it's in shreds now, all thanks to you…".
She turned her eyes at him, but instead of anger, he saw once more a seductive sight so far only his dreams could have produced.
"I might still have marks…"
"W-Wendy I'm sorry!", he sudden;ly exclaimed, almost jumping out of bed, but promptly remembering his naked chest. "I- I shouldn't have-I should have-I didn't-I-"
"Dude, what the heck?", she asked, taken aback.
"Please, Wendy, I know that there were things between us back then, and then there were more thing, and-"
The redheqad watched as Dipper gesticulated, mumbling in a dialect only he could fully comprehend as thoughts raced and ultimately outran words shooting out of his mouth.
"-the-the point is…", he took a long breath, "I don't want to ruin our friendship. Like, I know I was pushy and needy back then, and maybe yesterday, but- The last thing I would want is to lose you as a friend."
Wendy blinked a few times, before she burst into laughter.
"Dude.", she spoke as she calmed down, "Don't you-oh gosh, you don't remember what happened, do you?"
"No, and I swear that-"
"So you don't remember the pussy?"
"thewhatnow"
Wendy slapped her forehead.
"The cat! The one Lady Susan found last Summer!"
"Oh! You mean the mountain lion."
"Semantics", she took another sip, "Well, after we ate our dessert, we found that it climbed a tree , and it couldn't get down."
"But it is a mountain lion."
"Which is still very much a type of CAT", Wendy gesticulated, explaining her point. "So you tried helping it, and then it fell on me, and it torn my shirt to shreds…"
"A-are you-"
"Chill, dude, ;et me finish", she replied, "So then you offered me your shirt, and you caught it in that torn one, you fought all over the ground, and once I pacified it with some fresh cream we gave it back to Lazy Susan. And then I took you home so I can give you the tetanus shot."
Dipper swallowed loudly.
"And then…"
"And then you fell asleep after a fight with a mountain lion! Why do you think I called you 'a tiger'?"
Dipper stared absent-mindedly into the dark abyss of his coffee.
"So we didn't-"
"No.", Wendy replied quickly, chuckling softly under her breath and rolling her eyes.
"Oh… G-good"
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"Good?", Wendy suddenly raised her brow, as her smile vanished, "I thought you would be saddened…"
"N-No, Wendy, I meant-"
"Dude, relax, I'm messing with you.", she sudden;y burst into laughter. "And stop hogging that blanket, I have seen your flat, hairless chest at the pool a million times."
Dipper lowered the blanket and, for the first time in a long while, relaxed against the soft pillows.
"Sorry, I kinda… Panicked… And overthought some stuff.".
"Nothing new for me, Dip.", Wendy chuckled, "But hey, as far as first dates go, it wasn't bad watching you get cocky… even if you were very, very stupid and I had to rescue you. Again."
She made a gesture in the air drawing an invisible score on a board.
"Yeah… I shouldn't have done it", he smiled, "I promise I'll try to be a better friend."
The two stared at each other, until Dipper suddenly felt a familiar sensation.
"Uhy, Wendy do you mind if-"
"Sure, dude, it's coffee."
"Thanks."
Dipper stood up and he was almost out of her room, when a splash of colour blue caught his eye.
"Hey, hang on, those are not my boxers!"
He turned towards Wendy, looking for an answer.
"As I've said… It wasn't bad watching you get cocky". And she hid her smile with her cup of coffee.
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Triple The Trouble
‘All is well…All is well…All is well…’
And that’s the continuous chanting in the mind of Mason Pines who was hyperventilating over his wife’s birthing in the surgery room. Don’t be mistaken, after facing literal monsters every week he became a far cry from the sweating nervous boy he used to be, he is sweating because he is experiencing one of the biggest life-changing events in his life, which is becoming a father.
He is happy becoming a father of course, yet despite the advanced hospital his wife Wendy Corduroy is birthing in, he couldn’t stop himself worrying to death about the fate of her and their child, or twin children as he expects, currently, his Grunkles are assuring him that everything is fine by patting him on back, the man who faced literal monstrosities since his childhood was sweating mad.
Also, there is his sister Mabel Pines who is ecstatic about the prospect of becoming an aunt to possible twins. ‘Please be twins, please be twins..’ she internalized as she used two indexes of each of her hands in a gesture of wishing.
Then the moment comes as a male doctor comes in “Mr. Pines?”
“Y-yes?” Dipper asked in anticipation.
“Good news, there was difficulty but your wife has labored safely, just a few hours of rest and she will be fine.”
Wendy’s husband sighs in relief as everyone, but none as louder as him.
“Oh and also, congratulations, you are now father to triplets.”
The bombshell of the news left the jaws of everyone, including the now adult Mason hanging, this state continued even after the doctor left them nonchalantly.
“...MAZOLTUV!” Ford cheered with his hands open.
“Congrats knucklehead! You now have three brats to feed!” Stan congrats him with a dumb smile as he smacks his Great-Nephew's still standing back.
SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAK! An ear-blistering squeak came out of the now beamed twin of Mason, it was so loud that everyone in the hospital heard it, the Pines had to shield their ears to not get deaf, a couple of patients had a panic attack, and somewhere the now resting Wendy with triplets in her hands was rolling her eyes since she expected that.
Well, what do you know? Seems Corduroy and Pines's genes are a very potent mix together.
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13 Years later….
“I’m starting to see what our parents have been through…” Mabel muttered.
She was currently looking for the triplets in a wooden house near a rural area as they somehow disappeared with just one glance from them, those triplets would be Avalon Corduroy-Pines, Tyrone Corduroy-Pines, and Annabel Corduroy-Pines the children of her brother and his sister-in-law, Mason and Wendy.
They were easy to babysit when they were just infants, but since the day they reached 12, they become very handful, as it is revealed the children have inherited their parents a bit too much in terms of recklessness. Ava the tallest of the triplets who wore a worn-out pine tree hat and a pair of circled goggles with puffy hair was a reckless girl who gets herself into a lot of troubles and can go a bit overboard in things, not in a worrywart kind of way but in a daredevil way like trying to pet a Mongolian death worm her parents found in their journeys, Tyrone the only male who had the most similarity to their father in the face with a short hair who despite his nerdy interests is not afraid to break your nose and last but not the least, Anna who had a long hair and had inherited her mother’s temper, evidenced by her attacking a student 3 years older than her for trying to bully her, the student got a lot of bites and bruises from her, it didn’t help that it was a three joint operation thanks to her siblings.
They are the pride, the joy, and presently the pain of their aunt who was currently babysitting them for the time being until their parents return. She loves them like any good aunt; nonetheless, even she has to admit that they can be quite a handful.
‘Ah, reminds me of me and bro’s younger days, they truly are Pines through and throu-’ that line of reminiscent was quickly interrupted by a sudden blast of energy, the hum detecting device from one of his twin’s belongings from his room was beeping mad. The dutiful aunt quickly ran to the source of the blast which was from the yard; what she sees does not comfort her at all.
“WHAT THE HAY HAY!?”
What she sees is a sight that would make any normal parent faint, what she witnesses is Tyrone keep chanting gibberish from a grimoire he bought, Ava was laughing maniacally with an ax as she is trying to ride some weird horror under a ritualistic painting which glowed in gree, the entity looked like the lovechild of an octopus and a green bird which had snake-like eyes, tentacles coming from around its beak filled with teeth and two-digit of sharp fingers and glowing yellowish-green eyes on each of its 6 wings and Annabel was throwing ropes on the creature.
“WHAT'S HAPPENING!?!?” Mabel asked in a panic.
“Oh hi, Aunt! We have summoned a being beyond our world as our experiment! It was a bit of mixed results so we are currently getting things under control!” Anna informed her aunt cheerfully.
“UNDER THE CONTROL!? YOUR BROTHER IS LITERALLY BEING POSSESSED!” Mabel pointed at Tyrone who was still babbling in gibberish.
“SAC:{V VVLP{AS_)DAJIDJHXGADUCI….” continued to babble.
“Eh, he’s fine, he isn’t possessed, just keep chanting to make lightning.” Lightning came from his hand to the beast, only for it to doge the lightning which set a block of wood on fire, Mabel’s eyes now grew wider.
“I SHALL ASCEND AS THE EMPRESS OF HELL! (or at least whatever hellish dimension this ugly chicken came from) HAHAHAHAHA!” the ironically named Avalon kept laughing like a lunatic.
Normally, Mabel would encourage their enthusiasm; however, she knows better than summoning beings from the other side is not a good idea. So she quickly goes back to the house and grabs her newly-improved grappling hook and a thaumaturgically enhanced portion in a lab glass, when she returns the insanity was still being continued so she used her hook to shoot at the book the boy had in his hand, “HEY!-” then start to grab the book away from him, and when she got it, she throws the book into the fiery wood to get it to burn “That was an antique!” A blast of energy comes from the burning book, after that the ugly creature screams in pain which leads it to shake off its rider who fell into the dirt.
“Oh buzz off you Lovecraft wannabe-mutated-deformed Pterodactyl!” She throws the potion in his possession at it which causes the creature to burst into fire, it flew as it repeatedly screams in pain until it fell to it’s death.
There was an awkward silence as the smell of a cooked turkey filled the place, the wood was still on fire “THAT WAS COOL! LET’S DO IT AGAIN!'' The now muddied face of the tallest of the triplets breaks the awkward silence in eagerness.
“NOPE! We are NOT pulling another exorcism! Now help your aunt to put out the fire before-”
“WHAT THE H IS GOING ON HERE!?”
Mabel and the trio looked back at the source, and they found the outraged look of the parents, the source of the sound of the outrage was their mother who was not happy.
“Well, care to explain?” Their father asked in a disappointed tone to his now embarrassed-looking children.
“...it was her idea!” Annabel pointed at Avalon.
“Exactly- WHAT!?” she said over the betrayal, while Tyrone whistled innocently.
And followed was the outraged parents lecturing their sheepish kids over the mess and even more so over their summoning ritual, Dipper in particular was having a deja vu.
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During the night at 10 pm…
The kids were asleep and their mother and father were cleaning the dishes after their dinner.
“ *Phew* and here I thought my first successful summoning was eventful!” Dipper wondered while collecting the dishes.
“Dude, you got possessed by a demon which started acting very creepy in your body(That creep kept staring at my breast) while your spirit was floating around! And even then I hardly compare to all the crazy crap we were doing when we were young!” Wendy addressed as she helped Dipper collect the dishes.
“Ah yes… we were very stupid!” Dipper chuckled as he recalled.
“Stupidly awesome! Though I’m still going to ground them.” Wendy mused.
Mabel, who was currently washing the dishes, heard “Aren’t you both still going on dangerous adventures like last week when you were checking UFO sightings?” Mabel asked.
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Somewhere in a spaceship….
“AHAHAHAHA!” Wendy in a mech suit continued to attack with a Proton-Axe from her right arm with her left arm shooting from its cannons at the running aliens who were trying to abduct her and her husband with the husband in question wearing a mech suit as well aiding his wife by joining their fun date, the aliens were a little grey man with a big head and two big black eyes.
“<I KNEW WE SHOULD HAVE RETIRED AS TOURIST GUIDES INSTEAD OF VIOLATING SENTIENT RIGHTS!>'' one of them shouted in his alien language.
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“Oh right…we never really grow out of our addiction in pursuing troubles.” Dipper nodded in agreement.
"Oh well, 'Normalcy' is for people who don't have the stomach, normal life just doesn't cut it for people like us." Corduroy shrugged.
"Yeah, we aren't any run-of-the-mill parents because after their grounding is over, we're going to teach them in our line of work when they get older! (with safety tips of course)." Mason coomente.
"Man, we are cool parents!"
"Yes, we are!"
Both clap each other's hands, prompting Mabel to roll her eyes in mirth.
Seems not even family life could stop his brother and his sister-in-law from following a life of adventure, much less their kids.
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IT'S HERE.
Follow the Yellow Brick Road to the prologue! https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14244796/1/Mensch-Rising
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I still remember it like yesterday. I don’t think anyone forgets the first time they saw it. It’s crazy looking back at how long it’s been. I always assumed I’d be a fan for a few weeks at most…not 6 years and counting. Gravity Falls changed my life in ways I still am discovering. And now, 6 years on from that cold February evening in 2017 when I finally decided to give this 40-episode masterpiece a try, I still find looking back at it all so insane and why I fell for Alex Hirsch’s creation over literally anything else I could’ve.
I think after the show itself and the impact on me which I’ll mention later, the fandom’s full of life mentality and kindness was what got me hooked not even a week into it. I mean, I was a year late, so I didn’t think I was gonna find anyone left. I began on Gravity Falls Amino in 2017 and I don’t think I ever expected to find the GF fandom to be so alive and thriving, despite it at the time being a year on from the finale. I think to this day that’s something I love about it; yeah, it’s not as big as it was at its peak. But it still is alive and well despite it being so long.
I think alongside just how alive the fandom was, it was also just the kindness of fans that kept me going. I afraid when I joined at first and felt intimidated at times. I was the new kid on the block. Were fans going to welcome me in or mock me for being late and gatekeep me out like I was less for not being a fan when it was airing? Well, I think the answer is pretty clear. I’ve been in so many fandoms since and while GF’s isn’t always perfect, the kindness in this fandom on all medians I’ve been on is incredible. Old fans are so supportive and helpful to new fans, new fans with curiosity bring new ideas to the table and help keep the stories alive and more. I see it on this the GF sub whenever a new fan is welcomed in for finishing the show or on other sites when they share art or ideas and more that watching GF gave them. I see it in old fans who return because they’ve been reminded about why they loved this show so much or the continued love from fans who never gave up on GF even when Next Summer became less a possibility and more a tear causing goodbye.
Yeah, we have our ups downs as a fandom, but we all are collectively here because we love this cartoon and what it means to us all. Whether you think the show ended perfectly or not, think Dipcifica is the best ship or Wendip is, think Bill is alive or dead, hate or love Mabel or Ford and more, we all are Gravity Falls fans first and foremost and that is something we all are aligned by.
Gravity Falls also made me love animation again after a year of just being away from the median. I’ve gone on to watch so many other cartoons since it. While I admit I still sometimes find myself trying to see if it can live up to GF, which is of course never the way one should watch another show; by comparing it to another, I do owe GF for my renewed passion. It made me not only love animation, but also find a great deal of respect and admiration for the people who make them. From creators to animators, writers to VA’s, Gravity Falls was a huge reason why I now watch every new cartoon with a greater deal of respect for those who work to make the median so incredible.
There is so much more I could say about Gravity Falls and its impact on me…be it the channel I created through it and video creating skills I learned through working with it, the fanfics, the fanart, the communities I’ve had the chance to be part of cause of it, the good and bad from the people and events I’ve been part of from it, or even the renewed appreciation for those I care most about because I saw so much in me in Dipper and Mabel’s sibling relationship. But the thing is…when I found this show, I was at a low point in my life and at the least hopeful for the future.
I was in a real bad place mentally speaking. Really just questioning where it all went wrong and not being able to find a reason to crack a smile anymore. I was the least optimistic I ever was about the future. And then for some reason, I decided one day, after seeing a video about how it ended well, I’d give this cartoon I barely heard about but knew the existence of, a chance. I mean, what was the worst that could happen?
I think everyone has their own story for when it hit them in relation to their reason to love this show. I have to be honest, I think the defining reason for me is now lost to time or buried deep in my memories now…but the combination of just Gravity Falls’ pure fun feeling, mystery and emphasis on fan interaction, as well as nostalgia factor really got me excited. But there was one other reason I fell so hard into the fandom and this show; the reason why it got me good...Escape.
It was almost like an escape from reality. For those first few months, I was nonstop Gravity Falls fandom. I scrolled through Amino on the daily to see what people were posting about it, checked Alex Hirsch’s Twitter to see what was new, checked the GF sub to see what was up and more. It was just wake up, classes, come home and obsess over GF, sleep, repeat. I think it’s taken me a long time to realize that at times, Gravity Falls was my Mabeland; my escape from the troubles of real life and the real world. But while it may have been easy to let this obsession become unhealthy and consume me and yeah, at times I feel it may have, I think in a way, it helped me reignite my motivation for the future and the next chapter ahead.
I think seeing Dipper tell Mabel that the future is not something to be afraid of and that going through it with someone who cares, was something I needed to hear and come to understanding the meaning of. Talking to people and finding ways to overcome it. I always thought I was more like Dipper but truthfully…those eyes of fear and the future Mabel had in Vs the Future were the ones I had in the lead up to this day 6 years ago when I gave episode 1 a watch. It’s ironically why I ended up loving her character more when so many others began to hate her. That fear Mabel had was something I understood. Not knowing if you’ll be okay in the future and who was there for you…Mabel really was my guide into and out of that emotion.
And slowly but surely, life got better and better. I did still have my ups and downs here and there and times where I wondered why I made this turn instead of the other with life (still do), but then, each turn was always gonna lead somewhere and by the end, I found my way out. I think now I am at the most stable and just mentally okay place I’ve been in for years. Gravity Falls wasn’t the reason I found my way out of that dark place…but it did give me the motivation and assurance that I needed to hear in order to do it myself.
I still don’t know what the future holds. Hell, even just last year I questioned if I’d still be here in the fandom to mark 6 years. Life is an up an down roller coaster with bumps that all try to throw you off. If you hold on too lightly, you’ll fly off and be lost, but if too strong, you won’t enjoy it. It’s a case of finding that balance. I had held on too lightly before I found GF. Then for a while I held on too hard as I used it as a means to escape. Being able to find the right grip to be able to take life for a spin but retain control was not easy, but I needed to do it if I ever wanted to see what the future was rather than think what if.
I sometimes get asked why Gravity Falls means so much to me when there’s cartoons out there that can be argued as being better than it. For me, Gravity Falls’ quality as a show isn’t why I love it so much. As I’ve gotten older, I’ve been able to allow myself to accept that GF isn’t perfect and see the cracks in it while still loving it instead of blindly believing it’s perfection. Neither is the notoriety I’ve gained from it. Anyone could’ve made the username That GF FAN and done what I did and still do. I’m not some mega fan or any special person. I’m just a guy who was a year late to the party and become obsessed with a cartoon that began 10 years ago, lol. I will forever be grateful for this fandom’s kindness and for giving me a chance and a place within it. And while I am always grateful for that, it’s not the only reason that to me Gravity Falls means so much.
It's the message this show sent; that message about life and never letting the future stop you from living it. To not let the past, dictate your future and to find those around you who will help make the future better. That was more important and of a thing that Gravity Falls gave me than any other cartoon I’ve seen since, no matter its quality gave me and more valuable than any Journal 3 Special Edition or piece of merchandise ever will be. It was the right show at the right time and just did it for me.
There was a high school student one cold February evening 6 years ago, who began watching a cartoon he had no idea about beyond a little background knowledge. And I doubt he ever imagined then that this one show would help him find the passion and reassurance to give life the fullest and find a way out of that dark moment so that looking back now…that time is nothing more than a long faded away scar.
And all thanks to a kid who thinks washing clothes is a waste of time, telling his twin sister who’s better at knitting than I’ll ever be, that there's a better way to get through the future than denial or trying to hide away in fear of it.
So yeah…there’s my corny story, lmao. 6 years ago today, I watched Gravity Falls for the first time…and 6 years on…it’s still one hell of an amazing show and life lesson.
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Hi. Just wanted to say I really like your GF Stories, especially the Wendy and Dipper ones. They're Cute. Speaking of, are you participating in that Wendip-Week thing on Tumblr? (wendip-week(period)tumblr(period)com) Seems like your stuff would be perfect for that.
Aw thank you so much!! I haven't actually heard of that event, maybe I'll check it out!! Not sure if I'll participate but I'll take a look.
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Whenever I post ship art I feel the mental need to make it more exciting or less romantic, either by prefacing it with some kind of biting sarcasm or surrounding it in some outrageous adventure, sometimes I just make a pun of it by accompanying it with a picture of some cool spaceship, but this time I got nothing.
So here's my unironic favorite ship.
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Losing Time
This story is not in my usual continuity, but was written for Wendip Week 2021, topic "Time Travel."
for Wendip Week 2021
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Mabel faced a hard decision when she called in that favor.
She was nearly thirty, she was a successful clothing designer, she had a steady romantic partner, life was good. But then on a visit to Gravity Falls, she visited the grave of good old Waddles, whose heart had given out the previous winter, while she was off in New York.
And she hadn't been able to say goodbye.
And despite the fact that she was all grown up and everything, it ripped at her heart—that she hadn't said farewell to her most favorite pet of all time. It wasn't that he hadn't been well cared for—Soos saw to that, giving the pig all the comforts and plenty of food. It wasn't that he was cut off in his youth—seventeen is a good long life for a pig. It's just that—
Well, now she knew how Dipper felt.
Speaking of whom.
Dipper and Wendy were coming up on their tenth wedding anniversary, they had adorable twins, age six, names Alexander and Amanda, and they lived in the Mystery Shack. Grunkles Stan and Ford still technically owned the place, and Soos ran it, but over the years he and Melody had expanded it until their own growing family caused Soos to have a separate house built just across the road, and he and his family of six—he, Melody, Benny, Betty, Alma, and little Stanley—had made the short move. Dipper had inherited Grunkle Ford's role as investigator of the weird, Wendy was a nationally-known consultant on forestry issues, and they took over the living space that Soos had left vacant.
Ford, now semi-retired, still came over to work with Dipper down in the secret labs when some project was afoot. Grunkle Stan came over to help when the Shack was swamped with tourists in vacation season, but he spent a lot of his time visiting casinos all over the world, where his odd luck always brought him a steady income.
The attic bedroom had become disused.
"Can I stay?" Mabel asked in a small voice just at sunup that day. "Just for a couple weeks?"
"Sure, Mabes!" Wendy said. "Any time, you know that."
Dipper, now sporting a goatee and wearing glasses to correct mild myopia, said, "Sis, what's wrong?"
With a sad smile, Mabel said, "You can tell, huh? Just getting all sentimental. Missing Waddles."
"Oh," Dipper said. "That. We're sorry you couldn't make it back in January."
"It was so unexpected," Wendy said. "He was OK, you know, kinda slow and sleepy all the time, and then one morning we found him in his stall. He'd passed in his sleep."
"He was comfortable to the end," Dipper said. "The heat was on. He didn't freeze or anything. He looked peaceful."
"We buried him down the hill," Wendy told her. "Come on, we'll walk you down."
The place was pretty, a small clearing off to the right of the Mystery Trail. Grass had greened the mound, dewy now with the dawn, and—Mabel couldn't help sobbing—Dipper and Wendy had put up a marker, one of those you could buy for a cherished dog or cat. It read,
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WADDLES
2012-2029
Always Loved
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"Could you just leave me here for a few minutes?" asked Mabel.
Dipper hugged her. "Sure, Sis," he said. "Take y our time."
Wendy hugged her, too. "You gave him a good life," she said.
When the two had left, Mabel took a deep breath and took something that looked like a thick button from her jeans pocket. She held it between finger and thumb, close to her lips, and said, "OK, Blendin Blandin, you owe me one."
And without fuss, explosions, or special-effects noise, he was there, beside her, in his old uniform. "M-Ma-Mabel," he said, smiling. "Hi. It's be-been a wh-while."
"Yeah," she said. "You're looking—exactly the same. How's Time Baby?"
"Te-te-teething," Blendin said with a grimace. "The ne-next thou-thousand years are go-gonna be hard. I gu-guess you want your fa-favor now?"
"I do," she said. "Waddles passed away last January. I don't want to bring him back to life or anything. I've learned better than that. But I didn't get to see him before he went, and I really want to visit him one last time. So—could I borrow a time tape?"
"I pro-promised," he said. "I always carry a sp-spare these da-days. Here."
"And I also need your advice," Mabel said, accepting the heavy time-travel device. "I want to visit Waddles on the happiest day of his whole life."
"You-you'll have to a-avoid meeting yourself," Blendin warned. "That would be cat-cata-catas—bad."
"Agreed," she said.
"Let me find out how to se-set the co-coordinates, then," he said. "Just a se-second."
He blinked out of existence for just three seconds, then reappeared, slapping at his hair, which was smoldering. "Th-that was two we-weeks of hard wo-work!" he said. "Lucky this-this is m-my va-vacation month. OK, I've reviewed Wa-Waddles' s li-life and this will ta-take you to the ex-exact day when he was happiest. You can ha-have the wh-whole day, or eight hours any-anyway, bu-but remember to a-avoid me-meeting yourself."
"Will do."
Blendin set the time tape, warned, "It will br-bring you ba-back to the present automatically. Ha-have a g-good time-tr-trip."
The strange noiseless explosion, a moment of spinning disorientation, and poof! there she was, at the edge of the woods behind the Shack. The sun was just rising.
"Out you go," she heard a girl's voice say from the back door.
She saw a rectangle of yellow light. Oh, my God, that's me, in my old sleep shirt! I'm twelve! I'm so young!
Her younger self held the door for Waddles—He's so cute and tiny!—and the pig stepped out, sniffed the air, and waddled over close to the woods to take care of his morning business.
Let's see. I always let him out, then had breakfast, then called him back in, so I have about half an hour before I have to duck out of sight.
"Waddles," she called softly.
He heard and galumphed over to her. He knew her. Her different size, her different voice, didn't matter. She scooped him up. "Oh, I love you!" she said as he curled into a ball and nuzzled her cheek. "Let's go for a walk."
She set him down, and they went down the Mystery Trail, past the Bottomless Pit—not yet fenced off—and as far as the bonfire clearing, where she sat on a log and played with him, laughing through tears. "I'm gonna have to say goodbye, later," she whispered. "But remember, no matter what, I'll always love you!"
Too soon she heard her own younger voice calling, probably for the second time and more loudly, "Waddles!"
"Go on," she told the pig, patting his bottom. He trotted back to the other Mabel, his Mabel.
What day is this? Mabel wondered. What day made him happiest?
She sat too long. Someone spoke, startling her. "Whoops, sorry, didn't know anybody was here!"
Wendy.
Mabel stood up. "I was just, uh—I used to come here when I was a girl—" she began.
"Mabel?" Wendy asked, blinking and staring. "Mabel? Is that you?"
"Haven't changed all that much, have I?" she asked. "Oh, my God, you're so young! Can—can I hug you?"
She was a little bit taller than the fifteen-year-old Wendy, who would add a few inches to her height in the next two years. Mabel couldn't help crying again. "I'm sorry," she whispered. "I didn't mean to let anyone see me. Time travel. I came back to—to visit Waddles."
"Oh, man," Wendy said. "Dipper's told me about this kind of stuff! Come on back to the Shack and surprise him!"
"No, I can't," Mabel said. "Don't even tell him you met me. That would cause problems with time."
"Oh."
Something in Wendy's voice hit her then. "Uh—what's wrong, Wendy?"
"Just—just the end of summer," Wendy faltered. "I—I hate that you and Dip are goin' home today."
Oh, my God! Of course! Waddles thought I was gonna leave him, and I nearly had to, but Grunkle Stan and Grunkle Ford made the bus driver take him aboard—of course he was happiest on that day!
"Oh, yeah," Mabel said. "Our birthday was yesterday. We turned thirteen."
"Technical teens," Wendy said with a ghost of a grin. A tear ran down her cheek.
"But you don't have to cry," Mabel said.
"I—I guess I can tell you a secret," Wendy said. She sat on the log, and Mabel sat beside her. "See, Dipper admitted to me a while back that he has a crush on me. I already knew, but I had to let him down. You know, me fifteen, him twelve. But now he's going away, and I'll never see him again, and—I just can't tell him I'm kinda-sorta in love with him, too. It's hard, Mabel."
Mabel bit her lip. "Listen," she said. "I may get in big trouble because of this, but—OK, I'm gonna say it. You gotta give Dipper a note. Have all his friends here sign it. You sign it, too. Here's the most important part—write on it 'See you next summer.' And wait for him. He'll come back. And he'll grow up, Wendy. And if you wait for him—it's gonna happen. I promise. Just stay in touch, and—most important—when the time comes, the age difference won't mean a thing."
"Really?"
"Yeah. Trust me, I know. OK, I've got a few hours today. I'm gonna stay close to the Shack and get in as much time with Waddles as I can. Then I'm going back to the future, and thirteen-year-old Mabel and Dipper are going back to Piedmont. But he doesn't just have a crush, Wendy. He really and truly loves you. So write the note, give it to him before he gets on the bus, and things will all work out. Promise me?"
"Yeah. I promise."
"Oh—and tell Grunkle Stan that when the time comes for us to leave, to make sure Waddles gets on the bus, too! I—Oh, I love you like a sister, Wendy! You won't believe how happy you're gonna be with Dip."
"That—that means a lot to me, Mabes," Wendy whispered.
"OK, you'd better get back. Don't say anything to anyone about this. Be sure to do the note thing. Oh, and Wendy—do me one more favor?"
"Sure, what?"
"Tell Pacifica that Mabel's waiting—in the future. Don't explain."
"All right," Wendy said with a lopsided smile. "I'll do it." She mimed zipping her lip.
The day passed. Out of her eight hours, Mabel spent about three in Waddles's company as her brother and her younger self got ready to leave Gravity Falls. She spent more time standing out of sight, watching things unfold—finally the kids coming out, glum, with their suitcases, the bus pulling up, Dipper and Mabel and—finally—Waddles climbing aboard. And all their friends running as far as they could to see the twins and the pig off.
She stood alone near the Shack. The flash came. Benjamin stood there. "How d-did it go?"
"It went good," Mabel said, handing over the time tape. "I said goodbye." She sniffled and a tear ran down her cheek. "I'll still miss him but I—I can handle it now. Uh, how much time has gone by while I—?"
"A m-minute," Blendin said. "Well, I-I g-guess we're e-even."
"Thanks, Blendin. Goodbye."
"N-no, I d-don't think it's g-goodbye," he said, smiling. "I'll s-see you again. In time."
He flashed out of existence.
"Aunt Mabel!" It was red-headed Amanda, running down the hill to meet her. "Hi!"
Mabel swept her up in her arms. "Hi, Sweetie! Where's your bro-bro?"
Squirming, Amanda laughed. "He can't find his shoes!"
Carrying the six-year old up the hill to the Shack, Mabel laughed. "When your dad was six, he had the same problem! All the time! Every morning!" She paused and looked back at the green grave. "Hey, let me tell you a story about the most special pig in the whole world," she said, and they went back to join the family.
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The End
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Listen, @wendip-week
I’m not one to make deals, bargains... but, I have a proposition. We all know the superior prompt: Say Something. Some might say it’s vanilla, cliche, too general. But I disagree. A prompt so mighty should surely be seeded into the list of prompts.
So, here’s my offer:
That’s right baby, a crisp 20 Dollar note and a Kiwi. I know, I know, crazy right!?!?
But the choice is yours, Wendip Week. How will you decide?
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Wendip Week 2023 - Are You Positive
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Wendip Week 2022 - Birthday
campcrystallake11's Please Remember Me ch 7
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Wendip Week 2022-On Four Wheels
Dipper and Wendy finds themselves scrambling to get ready for their wedding.
Written for @wendip-week
Dipper fiddled with his tie as the car drove down the street.
“Dipper, stop fiddling with your tie, you’re gonna ruin it,” barked Pacifica.
“I just want to make sure it looks good.”
“It does look good, you’re gonna ruin it.”
“Guys”, Mabel shouted from the driver's seat, “Can we not do this today?”
“Paz started it!”
“Dipper!”
“What, it’s my wedding.”
They pulled up to the church. Neither Dipper or Wendy were really that religious but it was a Gravity Falls institution. A variety of Pines’ and Corduroy’s were standing on the lawn.
“Hope Wendy is having a better time,” Mabel mumbled to herself as her brother argued with her girlfriend.
Wendy was not, in fact, having a better time. “Will you slow down!” Wendy shouted at her driver.
Stan’s voice came over the speaker in the limo. “Who’s the one who overslept on the night before her wedding?”
Tambry, who was sitting behind Wendy trying to do her hair, said, “He has a point you know.”
“This is why I didn’t make you my maid of honor.” Wendy went back to ironying her pants. Her shirt and coat hung up on a hook. The poor bride to be was in her underwear. “Never challenge anyone in my family to a drinking game.”
The limo made another sharp turn. “Stan, where the hell did you get a limo anyway?”
“Never ask how sausage is made, kid.”
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Nautiscarader's Wendip Week #5: baby sitting
(Ao3)
Wendy and Dipper blinked several times, staring absent-mindedly at their unexpected guest, trying to ponder his request. In the many years the two have spent adventuring together and with their friends they have received many odd requests of help, and even by their standards, this one was exceptional.
"You-you want us to babysit… the Time Baby?", Wendy pointed to the big-headed creature in Blendin's arms.
"Time Baby 2.0, technically", he corrected her, "We were going to name him 'Baby one more Time', but we thought it would be too cheeky, so we just stuck with enumeration."
Blendin tickled the new Time Baby's tummy and made a silly face as it cooed.
"We call him Two-two."
"Okay, hang on", Dipper pressed his hand against his face, "Like- how? Where did it come from? And if you are going to say 'when daddy times and mommy times love each other very much'…"
Blending groaned and rolled his eyes.
"Oh please", he scoffed, "I would never do that. Besides, those kind of jokes have been banned. Well, will be in around hundred years."
Wendy and Dipper stared at Blendin with exactly the same amount of understanding as before.
"But to get to the answer, er, well, uh, let's just say it's called a Big bang for a reason, and -"
"OKAY, ENOUGH", Wendy reached her hands, "Well take him for a couple of hours while you… ", she paused, "What was the reason you were stuck, again?", she raised her eyebrow.
"Leap-leap years", he explained, "We are experimenting with removing some years because people hated them so much, and that of course shifts the leap years and stuff. It all started with 2020s."
"Seems right".
"Yeah… So, all devices are turned off and I have nothing better to do. It's so cool being able to get some actual free time I can spend in proper, linear, non-convoluted fashion."
With a quick motion, Blendin removed his grey suit revealing a Hawaiian-style shirt underneath it. He waved the couple goodbye and headed towards the exit of the Shack, singing some song.
"Oh my gosh, clowns!", he shouted at the nearby fair poster, "I gotta see them in their natural habitat as opposed to zoos!"
"Wendy", Dipper asked, "Are you… sometimes worried what in the actual he…"
He looked at the second Time Baby
"…heck happens in the future?"
"I try not think about it. We can't do anything about it.", Wendy shrugged, but as she spoke her words, a sudden realisation hit her at the same time as Dipper. The two smiled, exchanged knowing looks, and stared at the big-headed baby in front of them.
"Or can we…?", they both spoke at the same time and grinned.
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"So, one more time.", Wendy addressed Time Baby, pointing to the toy figurines, "Pizza parties are…"
"Good!", Time Baby spoke.
"And nuclear wars are…?"
"Bad!", it grimaced, blowing raspberry.
"Yay! Very well, little dude!", she clapped and handed it a slice of pizza. "All problems solved forever."
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"…And thus, with the great dragon Slagg dead, there was finally peace in the Upper-Left-Corner-Earth. The End."
Dipper closed the massive book and smiled at the Time Baby.
"Ah, another classic done. Did you like it?"
"Blah.", the Time Baby replied.
"Well, yeah, but that's because we didn't get to the Appendix where we get all the backstories of all the families of every character. That's where the real fun begins!"
At the sound of that, the Time Baby opened its mouth and returned its previous meal, prompting Dipper to jump aside.
"Hm, that's usually people's reaction to the prequel's adaptations…", he pondered, as he reached for the mop.
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"Okay, now we will do some numbers!", Wendy clapped, pulling some fridge magnets. "So, if I have five apples, and I eat two apples, then who is going to win next year's Superb Owl and what will be the final score? I gotta know the deets."
"Wendy!", Dipper butted in, "You can't do that! There is an entire movie franchise telling you looking up matches from the future is a bad idea!"
"Oh come on, dude", Wendy barked back, "I thought Stan has taught you better to use literal life hacks when opportunity arrives."
"Yeah, but we gotta think of consequences!"
"Yeah, like you have with cloning yourself. That turned out well."
"That was years ago! And what about you and the school? Oh, I'm sorry, 'toilet paper central'? How many times were you and your friends in trouble for that?"
Their bickering was suddenly interrupted by a loud sniffing, followed by an even louder cry, as the Time Baby exploded in tears. Wendy and Dipper at once turned towards him and took him in their arms.
"Ssh, ssh, little one…" Dipper tickled its tummy, while Wendy reached for a teddy bear. "We were just arguing, we didn't want to disturb you…"
"And we're over it.", Wendy smiled, fixing its onesie. "Because that's what friends do. They make up after fighting, so they don't make the same mistake twice."
"Fwiends…", the Baby cooed, and with Dipper and Wendy gently rocking it to sleep, it started snoring softly.
"I think we did it.", Dipper whispered and reached his hand to slowly meet with hers in an inaudible high-five.
It took another hour or so before Blendin came back, hoarding tons of cheap rewards from the carnival games he attended.
"Look at these vintage beauties!", he pointed to two inflatable swimming rings around his tummy. "They don't make them like they used to… Anyway, how was our little overlord?"
"Sweet as candy, no problem with him at all.", Wendy replied handing him the oversized bundle.
"And you guys didn't try to get him to tell you the future, or influence it in any shape or form?"
"What? Us?", Dipper chuckle nervously.
"No way, man!", Wendy chimed in, leaning on her slightly shorter's friend's shoulder.
"Hm. I hope you are telling the truth.", Blendin muttered, examining their would-be-casual faces.
At the same time, his hand-held device started beeping.
"Oh, finally, they fixed it!".
He clicked the button, opening the yellowish-green portal behind him. "Thanks again, guys. Now we;re even."
"Even?", Dipper and Wendy looked at each other, "What do you mean?"
"Very funny, guys", he corrected his glasses, "I still have stains after your twins barfed all over my favourite gray anti-radiation suit."
Dipper and Wendy looked at Blendin with mixture of anxiety and bewilderment as meaning of his words did not fully settle with them.
"Wha-what to you mean… "
"OUR twins?"
Blendin stared at the two and checked his device, which drained some colour off his face.
"Oh, flip, I'm four years too early. Darn you, Leap-leap years! This is why we're doing this!"
"F-Four?!", they both cried, looked at each other in utter horror at scooted to the sides as tensions grew in the air.
"Well, great, I will have to attend a spoilers hearing in the morning. It's all your fault, you all dress the same way regardless of time period. It's like dealing with cartoon characters. Anyway, say hello to your kids… uh, when they are born at least."
And with that, he and the waving Time Baby disappeared in the time vortex, leaving two twenty-something-year-olds even more confused as they were before.
"So, uh", Dipper broke the silence, "It's probably not the best time to tell you I got us two tickets for the fair, right?"
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10 Years of Adventure
10 years ago, back when everything seemed simpler, the story of a boy and a girl has began. There didn't happend with a prince charming, a damsel in distress, only the biggest dragon they had to slay which is none other than the challenges life stored to offer. It wasn't love at first sight but began from an act of kindness and it bloomed after many tries and errors when they dated other people, yet it didn't cheaper their relationship as only fools and the deluded believe the lies of fairly tales and life is no fairly tale.
It all started, from the first summer, with a boy hunger for knowledge and a girl hunger for excitement when they were naive to the world around them, even though one had more experiences, as much as she wanted to pretend and as much as the boy wanted to believe, she was still naive nonetheless.
The boy used to be afraid to stand up on himself and felt awkward most of the time and the girl got stressed 24/7 while pretending to be cool as ice with self-destructive tendencies, even so any ice is able to be melted from heat of fire and any pine tree can be turned into an inferno of fire from the burn.
In that summer, which was when they have lost their naivety as they faced not only the challenges of growing up, but also saw horrors and wonders which can make an explorer green with envy, Little did they know what taken place was only the beginning.
Ironically, the boy been the first to have feelings for the girl only to be rejected due to both being in a period where even a 2.5 year age gap seen as big( *cough* the boy's sister had even bigger), although it hadn't been the only reason as the girl fell jaded from her past failures and wasn't willing to take chance of ruining a friendship with the only boy who she known that wasn't so stuck up in his own fleeting ego or obsessed with the obscene category of what is "Manly" and what is not because Manly men are a dime in dozen, men of honor are not.
Despite that, their friendship grown stronger and it continued to do so with each adventures as summers turned to falls, falls turned to winters and winters turned to springs, become more and more frequent since the boy and his sister have become too attached to the place.
Not all that occured had been sunshine though, the boy and the girl met horrors likes of which would turn any man into a gibberish mess, from horrors in a cosmic scale to ones hidden on plain sight or inside the heart of men. However, they didn't let any of those to deter them and instead used their experience to make themselves and each other stronger because everytime one fell to darkness, the other brought the fallen back to the light.
As years gone by, their friendship bloomed into...romance?maybe, but not an entirely correct description, What kind of couple considers fighting monsters as a "normal date"?well...that absurd concept called normalcy is overrated anyway.
It didn't out of the blue, like a seed it took time to grow and with each moment they thrived to become a person worthy of loving.
That fateful first summer has changed them forever so as the future adventures, while they were both at the core were the same they were, they still not the same people during the first summer. The boy has grown into a man of honor who face the unknown with determination and the girl has grown into a fierce woman who stared at the abyss and laughed.
That boy and girl became me and your mother, we both have grown worthy of each other's love.
Romance is stupid, love isn't.
Notes:Inspired by Wendip promotes and to celeberate the 10 years anniversary of Gravity Falls.
I've got the last sentence from CodyLabs,I highly reconmmend to check his works.
#gravity falls#wendip week#wendipweek#wendip#wendy corduroy#dipper pines#10 years anniversary#gravity falls 10th anniversary#my fanfiction#tribute#angst and fluff#romance
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