#;bipper

[ @dipdop-pinetop here is your drabble uwu sorry it took so long ] Every touch, every kiss, every single time their eyes even met Bipper's heart slipped a beat. Surely he came into this whole thing not wanting the feeling, but... There definitely was no going back now. Forcing a smile on his lips, the demon set his fork down, only to lift his hand up to fix his tie. "Pine Tree, I just wanted to say..." He could do this, couldn't he? It was practically necessary. His gut clenched when their eyes met, and he instantly felt as if everyone was watching. Silence fell upon them, and he sighed. "I love you." Maybe one day he'd actually make Dipper his before the world's end. Not like he actually had the time. No, he only had two years left of this. Two years left until his love would die along with the rest of them. And then he'd be alone again, just waiting for his soul to regenerate for another three thousand years. Only to fail once more.

@wendythelumberjackgal Bipper grinned, knowing that his puppet was useful for times like this. After all, no one knew it was really him - no, they all thought he was the little twelve year old they all knew. Might as well show everyone who the kid really belonged to and worshipped. Walking up to Wendy, he greeted her, saying; "Heya, Red! What do ya think about this apocalypse business?"

@momuslovescats liked for a starter (dis for dip btw) Bipper grinned at the sight of himself in a dress, twirling around a bit before heading to Dipper's bedroom to show him. Sure, his boyfriend might not react all that well, but this was just for the shits and giggles - as he always went by life. Giving the door a firm knock, Bipper waited for Dipper to answer. This would be fun.

@stolen-dragon-pearl liked for a starter Bipper eyed Zelia curiously, wondering why in the world someone would dress up on one day only, but didn't question it - she did look pretty good in that getup of hers. "And what the hell are you supposed to be?"

nameless-killer liked for a starter Bipper hummed to himself, looking down at the scars he'd given this human vessel. Triangles with eyes. It was clearly shown on his skin as he rolled up the sleeves on his reverend outfit, looking up to face the other. "What do you want, kid?"