I was trapped in that nightmare, shaking trembling terrified afraid scared. My nightmare didn’t happen just once.
i really do deeply miss this blog; but at the moment i have four roleplay blogs demanding attention; so Normans still on hold; he’ll be back someday.
“ Nice - Box ..? ”
hey guys! uh, anyone who doesnt know, im dipper.
thanks for the follows, sorry for the delay, blah blah. i wasnt really paying much attention to tumblr for a while there, haha.
take my word for it, schools keeping everyone busy.
Watching some old monster movies, you?
“ What..? ”
“Who - Ships what..?
Is Dipper okay..?”
“Huh – Looks like I’m back around here. ”
“Hhhh… yeah…” He managed, slowly turning and lurching after Norman, his glowing eyes focusing unblinkingly on him. He was almost like a dog being teased with a treat held in front of his nose. He frowned, groaning. “Ughh, it won’t help… not without a black light!” It was so hard to think… the hunger, it was maddening. He lunged and stumbled forward, managing to grab Norman’s arm. “Please… so hungry… you don’t need your pinkies for anything, do you?” he pleaded.
Norman jumped slightly as the other grabbed his arm, “D-Dipper no!” He stammered trying to pull his arm away from the undead other, “I-I can get you something to eat… Just not me”
Yeah, I—…I don’t really know where they’re coming from, but uh. They exist? We’re kinda living proof.
Funny that you say that. I just met another Dipper not too long ago. Maybe we met the same two?—er, I guess there could be more.
This is a bit much to wrap my head around - i mean, the Dippers i thought was Gravity Falls weirdness… But… This is a little much…
“Zombie… i-in the dumpster,” he groaned out, his feet dragging as he crept closer. “It got me…”
He didn’t know how long he’d been wandering aimlessly through the forest, but the sight of a humanoid living thing made his stomach twinge with hunger. He didn’t seem quite dead, but he wasn’t exactly the most lively right now either.
Norman made sure the other didn’t get to close quiet yet - despite it being his friend, he had read over the zombie page, and they where bad news…
Ears laying close to his head out of worry he questioned; “Is your journal in your vest pocket..?”
Norman took a small step back as he took in the other boys appearance, “D-Dipper… Are you – okay..?” He mumbled softly getting a little worried.
Oh - um… Sorry
Dipper frowned, feeling a pang of guilt as he held the android. Was he hurting him? He was starting to heat up, and the sound of his grinding mechanics was worrying. Was he going to break down? “Norman? A-are you okay…?” He asked, looking back up at him.
Norman kept his arms around the other, hiding his face between the werecats neck and shoulder after he’d spoken, waiting a short while to respond.
“– No…” He mumbled softly.
Yeah I know – Ah, the whole ‘Him’ thing??
Despite all facts, everyone gets the pronoun their muse holds, or unless they tell me specifically.
First of all,I had Normxn horded for a good while and instead decided to use Fxeak.
As well as I am not, nor ever would leave my bae Werecatdipper, I love his portrayal of Dipper, as well as if I where to leave, why would I have a specific Verse just for him? I built that when I did my first blog shift so I’d still have werewolf!Norman who is based roughly in his Verse.
Thirdly; Dippxr is actually my blog believe it or not. Dippxr, Xthermxther, and thelittledeerprince.
Fourthly; why would I leave an amazing Dipper with a beautiful AU for a rather lame dipper??
“Satan—I mean, Mephistopheles. He’s the boss! And I’m a freak because ever since I was a little kid, I’ve been a bit homicidal.”
"Wait – Satan’s real? I thought he was some made up guy based on many religions before the bible..?”
Did this mean there was a hell? What about Heaven?