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its been decided
i will at least start to write a dp x gf fic. yall cant expect shit from me, but like..ill try.
i am expecting a neutral or negative response.
ok just an update
chapter 1 is going fine so far. things are happening guys. too bad ooc reactions and thoughts are imminent (and my language use is so much more formal than people their age would use..goddamnit)
things to expect:
-bad writing, somewhat odd character reactions/thoughts, repetitive words and/or simplicity, little feeling from the narrator perspective (1st chap is 3rd person pov), something focused on gravity falls moreso than dp (i cant rewatch dp, and i think and expansion of gf is better use of the crossover), odd modifications to things in the gf plot, random scenes that dont exist in either dp or gf (literally the whole first chapter??)
anyway 1st chap will be finished hopefully within the week
CHAPTER 1 - NEW FACES IN AMITY FALLS
Summer is upon the town of Amity Falls, Oregon. Innocent residents of Amity Falls, unaware of what will soon plague their summer, begin to ready themselves for vacation. Students go to school for the last day before it officially lets out, setting them up for the season.
It is mid-afternoon, and school has just let out. Danny, Tucker, and Sam find themselves walking home, excitement hanging in the air due to their break.
Danny smiles absentmindedly as Tucker strikes up conversation. “So, Danny, what do you plan on doing during summer break? I know me and Sam have plans, but you haven’t told us about what you’re going to do yet,” Tucker says, with a grin. Danny snaps out of his “trance” and looks over at Tucker, keeping the walking pace. “I wasn’t planning on doing much. Maybe a bit of stargazing? I think exploring the area would be nice. I don’t have anything definitive, if that’s what you mean, Tuck,” Danny responds. Sam chimes in, “You know, Danny, wouldn’t it be nice to get away? Maybe a week of traveling? We should make our plans concrete. Though, if we don’t go anywhere, I bet there would be enough local stuff for us to do.” With a chuckle, Danny shrugs at his two best friends. “Whatever works best for you guys. I seem to have completely forgotten everything I like.” The trio laughs softly as they continue on their way home, each stopping when it’s their turn to split and head to their respective houses.
Soon enough, Danny arrives at his over-advertised home. The large sign on the top of his house is lit up and flashing, as if trying to celebrate the end of a school year with the now-free students. He enters slowly, turning the doorknob with caution. Breathing out a sigh of relief at the lack of his parents’ presence, he steps inside. It doesn’t seem like anyone is home. Danny, in a bit of an impulsive manner, decides to head to the basement, just for a quick look at his parents’ Ghost Portal. It isn’t functional, not yet, but he finds himself intrigued by it. He wishes he could take a quick look inside it..but chooses to play it safe and go back upstairs. While Danny begins to head upstairs from the main floor, he hears the front door open, signaling Jazz’s arrival. Turning to face her, he smiles and waves, greeting his sister as he walks up the stairs and over to his room. Without a thought, he enters his room and plops down onto his bed. He allows his thoughts to flood his brain, thinking to himself about how the school year is finally over, like it had gone in a flash of months that felt like minutes. I wonder what I should do this summer, he thought. Don’t wanna get too bored. Danny stretches out on his bed, losing himself in his ideas and fantasies. Oh right, I have to go to work tomorrow.
A bus comes to a halt in front of its stop. Two short, similar-looking children, clearly twins, get off of said bus, and look around. Dipper, the slightly uninterested one of the two, looks around boredly; Mabel, the excited one, gazes around at all of the people. With a sigh, Dipper looks at Mabel. “Do you think there could be anything abnormal here? It’s all I can think about. This place looks almost..too normal,” Dipper says, with a small frown. Mabel grins excitedly, showing her braces, and shrugs in response. “I know it’s going to be fun, Dipstick, just look on the bright side! I can’t wait to look around!” As she giggles to herself, Dipper notices a sign in the distance. It reads, “The Mystery Shack”, and has an arrow pointing towards where it might be. With an eyebrow raised, Dipper grabs ahold of Mabel’s wrist and brings her to the sign, to get a closer look. Quietly, he says, “Look. Isn’t this where we’re supposed to go?” Mabel nods, her grin growing wider. She looks in the direction of the arrow, turning her head. “Oh, wow! It’s so..fun looking!” She runs off towards the building in the distance, noticing more “fun” details as she gets closer. Dipper sighs to himself and runs after her. When they both reach the building, they see what looks like a regular house..if not for the intense advertisement of it. There are several signs nearby pointing to it that say “The Mystery Shack!”, and it even says so on the roof, though the “S” has fallen off, confirming that this is their destination. Mabel reaches for the front door, in a hurry to look around. She rushes inside, leaving an unnerved Dipper following after her.
Inside of the Mystery Shack, Dipper and Mabel see many odd things. There are jars of shrunken heads, vials with eyes, and taxidermy creatures that don’t seem quite real. At first, the two are a bit fearful of the sinister objects. But this is just the giftshop, and there is much more for them to see. As they continue to look around, Mabel finds things that appear much more lighthearted and fun. There are pins, t-shirts, and tons of interesting people. She can’t help but feel very excited.. Dipper, however, is looking for, not merch or people, but exhibits. He hurries off behind a curtain and finds that he’s found the place he and Mabel will be staying; the part of the house that hasn’t been turned into a tourist trap. Beginning to wander off on his own, straying from Mabel, he walks through to a living room. Seconds later, he hears someone come up behind him… “Boo!”
Dipper jumps up and turns around, with a high-pitched shriek. He looks up at the person, noting that they’re probably an employee. They hold out their hand for him to shake as they say, “Sorry, couldn’t resist. I’m Wendy Corduroy, by the way. You can just call me Wendy.” Dipper looks up at her, with a small smile. He clears his throat, hoping she “didn’t notice” his girly scream. Taking her hand and shaking it, he says, “Nice to meet you, I’m Dipper Pines.” He immediately notices her chill attitude and cool appearance, and that she’s awfully tall. She is wearing a brown hat, a green plaid jacket with the sleeves rolled up, deep blue jeans, and boots. Dipper truly thinks she looks cool. She grins down at him. “Well, I better get back to work. See ya, Dipper,” she says, as she heads through the curtain and to the gift shop. Silently, Dipper stares at her as she walks away. Mabel pops up suddenly beside him and whispers, “Ooh, you talked to someone? How unexpected! And it was a girl!” with a joking smile on her face. He lightly socks her in the shoulder, with a small grin. “Hey, it’s not like I’m that socially awkward!” They laugh together for a few seconds, before a big, middle-aged man walks up to them.
The man, in an oddly professional outfit coupled with a fez, stands before them. It takes a second, but they remember him. “Welcome to the Mystery Shack! I’m sure you kids are just bubbling with interest!” He chuckles to himself. “Anyway, let me show you to your rooms.” As Stan leads them up the stairs and to the attic, Dipper and Mabel whisper to each other. “So that’s Grunkle Stan. It’s been so long since we last saw him,” Dipper murmurs. Mabel nods, with a fun-loving grin. It’s clear that she’s been looking forward to spending her summer here, in such a different environment. “You’re right, it’s been forever!! Too long. I can’t wait to explore the town and get to know our Grunkle better!” She speeds up, reaching the top of the stairs before Dipper can say anything. He huffs in annoyance at her sudden energy and hurries up to follow her and Stan. When he steps onto the floor, Stan looks back at them, and opens the door to Dipper and Mabel’s new, shared room. Stan grins as he speaks: “Heh, it’s not much yet, but you can decorate it and fill it with whatever you want!” Mabel’s eyes light up with creativity as she bounds into the room and claims the bed on the right. Dipper walks over to the bed on the left. Stan waves goodbye as he closes the door, quickly saying, “Ask me if you need anything!” and leaving them to themselves. Bouncing on the bed, Mabel giggles, “I need glue, I need yarn! Homemade decor, here I come!” She quickly starts unpacking her stuff, aiming to make the room comfortable and covered in decorative crafts. Dipper cautiously unpacks his own bag, with much less enthusiasm. He isn’t the type to care nearly as much about mere decorations, but he does want to add personality to the almost empty room.
After unpacking, Dipper looks out the triangular window. It’s only then that he notices how weird it is to have this type of window..but he doesn’t mind. Surely it has little to no significance, right? He looks back and sees Mabel taping posters to the walls and throwing stuffed animals on her bed. This place doesn’t seem half bad, Dipper thinks to himself. A change of scenery can be a great breath of fresh air. With a tiny grin and a new enthusiasm for tomorrow, he plops onto his bed and decides to think about what he’ll do first.
Danny gets up with a start. He knows his parents are working on something new, since he can hear their yells from his room, though they’ve already started to die down. Too bad he didn’t get to rest much longer. It’s..only 5:30 pm. Ahh, well, I still have the night to sleep through. The nap was nice, though, he thinks. He smiles softly to himself as he leaves his room, heading down the stairs and to the kitchen. With more energy than earlier, Danny greets Jazz when he sees her, and rustles up a quick meal. It isn’t much, but it’ll do; just a sandwich, a bag of chips, and some juice. Nothing wrong with a light meal, is there? Suddenly, his mom, also known as Maddie, walks in the room, giving him a loving hug and wishing him good luck at his job tomorrow, since she won’t be home the next morning, or for the rest of the evening. “I bet tourists will be flooding in, come tomorrow. Better get ready for real business at that old shack!” Danny just nods, agreeing, with a pleasant expression. He hopes it’ll go well, and not be too packed. But, alas, that is a thing for tomorrow Danny to worry about.
As his parents finish up their tinkering and leave their house once more, Danny calls up Tucker and Sam. Jazz is up in her room, which means that Danny and his two best friends have the house mostly to themselves. He hears a knock on the door, walks over, and opens it, inviting his friends in. Tucker steps in first. “So, Danny, anything in particular that you invited us for?” Tucker asks, as he removes his shoes and leaves them next to the door. Danny shrugs: “I mean, I know we’re not really supposed to mess with it, but d’ya wanna go check out the GZ portal? I lowkey can’t stop thinking about how interesting it’d be.” Sam enters, and with a snicker, she proclaims, “Hell yeah, I definitely wanna see. Bet it doesn’t even work, though.” Danny leads Sam and Tucker to the basement, a bit determined to look around in and mess with the portal, hoping it works, just to prove Sam wrong. Soon enough, they all stand in front of the portal, Danny now wearing a Fenton jumpsuit for safety reasons. Sam snatches the Jack Fenton picture off of the suit, with the argument that it looks lame.
Danny steps into the Ghost Zone portal, intrigue and wonder filling every bone in his body, as if anything could happen. He searches for the on button, as he turns around and gives his friends a thumbs up. He finds the button and presses it. An intense flash of green comes from the portal, as Danny screams in complete agony, blasted back by the force. Seconds later, he lays in a heap on the floor, hair white, and eyes green. Even his outfit has swapped colors. Sam and Tucker have no idea how to deal with this shocking, and quite frankly, horrifying situation. Especially since he’s floating in the air.
Back in the Mystery Shack, Dipper is snapped out of his thoughts by an excited, yet tired, Mabel. “Dipstick, look what I did!” she yells, as she waves her arms around her and twirls, as if to show off some sort of transformation. Clearly, she’s talking about what she’s done to make their room feel homier. Now there are arts and crafts decorating every corner of the room, and fun posters covering the walls on her side. She has a knack for art, and Dipper knows this. With a smile, Dipper shoots her a thumbs up. “Looks great, Mabel. Can’t wait for when I find things to decorate my side with.” Now, a shout from Stan interrupts any further conversation: “Dipper, Mabel, dinner’s ready!” Mabel races down the stairs, leaving Dipper to rush down after her. “Hey, wait up!” he shouts, a bit startled by her sudden energy and speed. When they reach the kitchen, Stan offers them some food, and they eat together calmly. Casual conversation overtakes the room.
When the initial conversation ends, Dipper pipes up, “Could we explore the area around the Shack today?” Stan shrugs and laughs, “Do whatever ya want, kid.” Dipper can’t help but feel excited to learn more about the area. He hurriedly finishes eating and dashes out the door, questioning what awaits him.
Outside, in the forest around the Mystery Shack, Dipper drags Mabel along with him, as she still tries to finish her dinner. She’s mildly upset that he forced her to come before she was ready. But she doesn’t seem to mind too much, since she wants to look around too. Dipper eagerly observes the nature he sees, every animal and plant inspiring him. After a long while, he finds something out of the ordinary. A tree, but it seems to be a bit different? He taps on the tree, in a spot where it looks oddly like there is no bark. A metal clanging sound comes from it. He screams to Mabel, “Did you hear that?! Wow, this is so cool-,” before hearing soft snoring coming from Mabel. Seems like she got bored. With a slight frown of discontentment and a shrug, he goes back to looking at the tree. Dipper’s excitement comes back quickly, as he dusts off the tiny metal “door” on the tree. It’s..strange, he thinks to himself. I wonder who did this. Maybe there really are things to research here. He grabs at the hinges of the door, not knowing which side it opens from, at first. With a loud slam, it opens, and inside it, lay a book. Mabel shoots up, startled awake by the noise. The book seems to be some sort of journal, one that has already been written in. With a curious look, Mabel turns to Dipper, in silence. He grabs the book and pockets it. Now this sounds like an adventure.
ok ok this will be the LAST time i promise
my interests are always jumping around and i get bored easily which makes writing fics hard but i have an idea
instead of me trying to write about things im not super good at and pushing extra work on myself, how about…i write about silly things with bill cipher and others !!
just kidding i have no idea what im doing (writing characters that dont belong to me kills me because i have to interpret them in a way that is as in character as possible but it never works lmao)
anyway take some new bs (ft. bill and danny)
Bill finds himself in the Mindscape, hanging around, all by himself. He knows who he can and needs to use for his plans, even if it means hopping across universes just to reach them. See, dreams connect each and every universe..which allows him incredible connections and possibilities.
Wandering through the realm full of doors, he searches for one that intrigues him. He should really try and get a possession in order, he thinks. But, before he can continue that thought, like the startling that goes with the crack of a twig, Bill suddenly jumps, as he hears a door open. Funnily enough, it’s just a..kid. A human, it seems.
The guy looks quite harmless, with their teenage appearance, but something tells Bill that they aren’t nearly as weak as they may seem. Despite his caution, Bill approaches the kid, masking his intentions. The random teen still hasn’t noticed him, even though there’s so much empty space and little color.
”Hey, kid, could’a sworn nobody knew how to get to this godawful dimension!” Bill proclaims, startling the kid with ease as he appears before them. The teen blasts a hole through Bill’s bowtie area, cleanly. “Well, you must be a feisty one!”
woah!!!! again?!?
remember that one post i made with a gf/dp crossover in which the ghost zone actually CONTAINS the mindscape? dont lie, i know you dont
i just remembered how cool that felt to me so !! im thinkin i might write a bit (just., gotta find it)
original prompt post: https://www.tumblr.com/bigfemboyenergy/749856656479879168/ok-ok-this-will-be-the-last-time-i-promise?source=share
Bill laughs as the kid stares straight through the hole he just shot through Bill’s bowtie. “I’m immortal here, kid! It’ll take more than that to kill me!” Immediately, the human changes his stance, as if preparing for some sort of violent response. Bill doesn’t even bother to so much as flick him as he says, “Whoa, whoa kid! How much trauma have you dealt with?” He openly laughs, his strange voice filling the odd, infinite space.
The boy adjusts his posture, tensing up a bit, as he seems to prepare a blast from his hand. To this, Bill stops laughing and continues to act fairly casual. “You know, you’re quite the sight for sore eye! I haven’t seen anyone in this realm outside of myself before!” He watches the human get a little less tense, before tensing up again, as if waiting for some surprise attack. “Look here, kid. I’m not in a fighting mood,” Bill starts, with a laugh. It’s obvious he’s being a little more serious, before he quickly returns to his overly odd cackle, “No matter how much you seem to be!”
Danny can’t help but suspect the thing. He can’t tell what it is, especially since it has no ghost-like aspects outside of its regeneration. After all, a yellow equilateral triangle with one giant eye, a bowtie, a cane, and a fashionable hat doesn’t seem..quite normal to become, for those who’ve passed. It irks him to see something so strange and oddly, uncomfortably threatening, within his domain. Danny can’t help but feel protective over his realm, as the Ruler of the Infinite Realms, a title he gained since his defeat of Pariah Dark. His obsession with protecting others also doesn’t help.
But Danny really knows something’s up. He’s never even heard of such an odd being in the Realms before, something he doesn’t expect despite its vastness. With a deep breath that he doesn’t quite need to take, he finally speaks to the creature: “What even are you?” Danny doesn’t even care to sugarcoat his words. This being surely hasn’t done so with its own, so why not be so straightforward?
The beast’s singular eye almost illustrates the emotion of grinning. Danny only notices now, but the creature almost pulses as it seems to speak, with no mouth in sight. “I’m a dream demon, isn’t it obvious? The name’s Bill Cipher, make sure you don’t forget it!” It asks, a clearly rhetorical, purely joking, question, before continuing. “From a world in which direction, dimension, and disaster have no meaning! Where 2D is the new 3D, and life is near worthless!” Danny watches as the thing calling itself a ‘dream demon’ bursts into a fit of laughter, it seeming to find everything very entertaining. He must say, he isn’t satisfied with the being’s answer. It just seems to leave even more questions.
Danny lets himself relax as the demon questions him right back; “Who, rather than what, are you, kid?”
Bill watches the human closely with his eye, waiting for an inevitable response, whether with words or actions. It’s rather exciting to practically hear the gears in the boy’s brain turning as he thinks deeply. Within a minute or so, the kid responds, “Phantom. People call me Phantom.” Bill nods, in a way that his unusual body will let him. Everything about the boy only seems to get more interesting. “Say, what business do you have here, Phantom?” Bill questions, with a smirk-like look in his eye.
Phantom gives Bill a calculating look. “I am the ruler of these realms, actually.” This greatly surprises Bill, who rotates his cane in his hand thoughtfully. “Well, who’d have thunk it! Why, kid, you’re quite the little mystery!” He laughs, his voice once again resonating through the infinite space.
It seems like the two are in for a ride- one of the “emotional rollercoaster” type.
oh no not again sighh
welcome back to another case of I REMEMBERED HOW MUCH I LOVE BILL CIPHER AND GRAVITY FALLS
im already swamped with things in my brain and i feel like unproductive shit bc i havent spoken to anyone in hours but! thats okay ig i dont n e e d human interaction right.. haha??
bill cipher though. he has a canon human design (which i assume is mostly a joke but HUH) which is crazy and nightmarish and disgusting (creativity be damned, its horrific, love that for him)
and like ive been desperately waiting for the book of bill for several months now
AND AND topic change!!! i really love writing dipper bc hes a nerd and im a nerd and i genuinely adore his character (sorry mabel likers /j) so i want to write more BUT ITS PROBABLY CRINGE IF I ADD ANYTHING “flavorful” TO IT 💀💀 but uh i think i might just self indulge in a dip & dan just randomly meeting thing i came up with in a comic forever ago mmm
anyway, it goes like this;
Dipper, tired of the repetitiveness of his days working in the Mystery Shack, decides to take a short walk. Just for..”some air”, as he told Mabel, but deep down he knows that isn’t true. He has this yearn for adventure that he wants to fulfill, but he wants to do it alone- a bit unusual for him, he thinks. Alas, he leaves the Shack, determined to find something of interest. He takes with him his very own journal, formatted just like Ford’s, tucked safely under one of his arms.
Walking through the familiar forest around the Mystery Shack, Dipper takes his time to look around. The tall, thick oak trees, the weeds growing from all around the worn, dirt path he’s walking down..it’s very beautiful, but as it grows dark, it feels much more mystical. He takes a small, stable breath as he chooses to stray from the path, the sun lowering in the sky, leaving the moonlight to guide him. This is when Dipper realizes..he forgot to bring a flashlight.
With a slightly-frustrated sigh, he turns to head back home to the Shack, but finds himself a bit lost. Giving up quickly, for the sake of his unparalleled desire to explore, he pushes onwards into the woods. It isn’t long before he wishes he had gone back. The darker it gets, the harder it is for Dipper to keep himself calm. He’s always been fairly paranoid, but in a forest as enchanting and mysterious as this, especially due to the dark, he’s finding it hard not to worry.
As his anxiety builds, fear flowing through his veins as the sky continues to darken above him, the trees towering over him growing thicker as he continues to walk deeper into the woods, only making it harder to see..he finds a light. A soft, calming glow, almost calling out to him. It’s a peaceful green, a bit bewildering, but it does wonders for his anxiety in the moment, before he realizes that something is clearly in the forest with him. However, despite his earlier fear, he can’t seem to feel nearly as scared, the soft light almost comforting him. Taking a second to think, though not nearly enough to make a rational decision, he heads towards the light. Slowly and carefully, he walks towards it, watching as he starts to make out a figure, the supposed source of the glow.
As he continues his slow approach, he stops every few seconds to hide, not wanting to alert the being to his presence. At least he is wary enough to know he could be in danger, though Dipper somewhat laments his lack of thought earlier.
Once he’s close enough to really get a good look, Dipper feels his heartbeat speed up with both excitement and terror. The being looks so human, and yet it all feels so fascinating, as he knows it truly can’t be just that. They appear to be a boy not much older than him, with white hair and..glowing green eyes! Now knowing the source of the light, Dipper feels rather accomplished. He decides that, once he gets home, he’ll postpone everything just to write a bit about this in his journal.
In his excitement, however, Dipper hears a twig crack beneath his feet as he takes a step forward. Without a moment’s hesitation, the boy’s head turns to face his direction; though, luckily, Dipper had already hidden himself behind some close-growing trees, and therefore hasn’t yet been spotted. The boy slowly moves towards Dipper, his feet making no sound, the crunching of the grass and crackling of twigs that would normally come with walking through such a forest..surprisingly not present.
Dipper bursts into a run, panic setting in. He wasn’t thinking for just a second, and now he’s alerted the person to his presence.. he can’t think, he can’t stop, his brain is just telling him to move, his fight or flight kicking in, leading him to run and run with no end in sight. After a long while, with a bit of tripping and getting caught on branches, he finds himself at the edge of the treeline, back at the Mystery Shack. It doesn’t look like the boy followed him. With a long, shaky sigh, Dipper cracks a smile. He did ask for an adventure, and that was just what he got. Entering the Mystery Shack, he immediately heads up the stairs and to his room, eagerly flipping open to a fresh page of his journal, not hesitating to write things down.
Not sparing a detail, he describes the mystery person; a boy of white hair, green eyes, pale skin, and with an eerie, ghastly glow, who makes not a sound when he walks through such an undergrowth-heavy forest.. It intrigues Dipper to no end. He can’t help but want to learn more..
Next time, he thinks, he won’t forget to bring a flashlight.
hey. hey you
my motivation decided to want to write. because i havent written for purely creative, fun purposes in forever. please make me write