#bdrpdipper

@lost-girl-at-sea​, @my-lost-darling​, @thedipster​

When Belle first had...heard the call of Bedivere or...whatever, she hadn’t understood why. 

Why her, of all people? 

Usually, her favourite question to ask was why? but when it came to this...she wasn’t sure she wanted to know the answer, because she was beginning to suspect there wasn’t an answer. Swynlake didn’t have a reason for the people that it chose. If it even chose. Or, perhaps, when the souls had been released, they had just catapulted into the first bodies they found. It was a funny sort of twisted logic for the girl who, her whole life, had wanted to be special.

The tricky thing about that was that she had never really believed she was special. Though, these days, she was starting to realize that maybe...being special had nothing to do with some divine intervention. It was the decisions you made that made you unique. And it was the people who loved you that made you feel special, even if you weren’t.

All that being said: Belle finally felt, at least, a bit useful in this whole operation. She was not the best fighter. (Though, she was getting infinitely better these days, with Merida and Arthur and the other knight’s help.) She was an excellent researcher. And she was one of the only native Swynlakers. Which meant she knew people.

When talk had come up of the fae realm, Excalibur, and retrieving it. Well--Belle had volunteered to get in contact with Jane. After all, she’d known John. He’d been her TA. (The last time she’d see him, actually, he’d helped her when her water had broken. It burned her that that memory was fuzzy at best.) She knew Jane too. They had been classmates, more or less. And Belle respected her. She hoped the feeling was mutual. 

It had appeared so when Jane hadn’t just--hung up the phone when Belle had mentioned John. Instead, she had invited her over.

As per Knights of the Round Table Honor Code, or whatever, Belle had to take a “partner” with her. Which she thought to be relatively asinine of a rule, considering that she was perfectly capable of handling this on her own. The Darlings were not their enemy. They were going to help them. They were, hopefully, going to help each other. 

The door opened after Belle had knocked briskly and she smiled. “Hullo, Jane,” she greeted the other woman with a reserved smile. “Thank you for agreeing to meet with me.” 

@thedipster

So long, 420!

Hello, 402!

Somehow, the administration had fucked up the apartment Dipper and Maui had been living in the last two fuckin’ years and given it to someone else. Negatives? Their address was no longer 420. Positives? They both got their own rooms now! Which was hella, because Maui didn’t like sock-dooring Dipper, really, he didn’t, but sometimes, well--you had to do what you had to do.

But, now they’d get their own rooms! Except, they had to move all of their furniture down the hall.

Ugh.

“Dipper, turn the--turn to the left. No, the left! You gotta pivot--” Maui grunted a little, adjusting his grip on his end of this shitty futon. “Just turn it so it fits through the door, bro!”

In which Maui learns some very interesting news about Merida and has to share it with his friends...

@thedipster, @breathofthe-ocean

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@thedipster

Maui had take out–Pizza Planet, because he figured something greasy and cheesy and delicious was gonna be much more appealing than Chippamunka’s or Imperial City, which were both objectively great–but way healthier and better quality than a good ol’ greasy pizza slice from Pizza Planet.

And being Americans, Maui figured they deserved some fuckin’ greasy ass pizza and cheap beer.

Maui burst his way into the apartment. “OI!” 

He kicked the door shut with his foot. “I got beer!” he announced cheerily as he wandered wandered over to the couch and flopped down, with enough force to jostle Dipper’s shoulder. Leaning forwards, he placed the twelve pack of beer and the pizza down on the cluttered coffee table, flipping the lid back.

@thedipster

So, Maui and Dipper had been called to the guidance counselor’s office. Like a few wayward teens who’d acted out in class. This was some bullshit, honestly. What were they supposed to do? Cry and talk about their feelings? It was the end of the school year. If Maui didn’t want to live with Dipper next year, then he didn’t have to live with Dipper. If Dipper didn’t want to live with Maui next year, then he didn’t have to live with Maui. It was as simple as that. And, they’d been dragged down here only because of Dipper in the first place. Which was annoying as hell. He had studying to do! Now, he had to come waste his time here with his wayward roommate.

Full disclosure: Maui and Dipper had not really been speaking much.

On the outside, things were fine. They said hello and asked how each other’s days were. They smiled at each other. They coexisted in a tentative, fragile kind of peace. Thing was--that wasn’t like them at all. Maui was all over Dipper usually like a playful otter, spinning around and around him. Bothering him until he got grumpy and snapped and sent Maui off laughing. They stayed up late talking or watching Buzzfeed Unsolved or other stupid shows that Dipper liked. They studied together and went to the mess hall together and sat next to each other in the classes they had that overlapped.

None of that was happening now.

Not that he was gonna mention that to--

Counselor C. Bubbles? That was a weird fucking name.

He shook his head, knocked, and entered the small, nondescript room with stupid posters that said things like “Hang in There!” on them, with a picture of a kitten hanging onto a branch. Strolling in, he plopped into the chair that was unoccupied. 

Dipper was already in the other one.