#dippifica

Today marks 10 years since I have joined AO3.

I have been active since earlier, LiveJournal days and FF.NET both hosted some of my works which I have moved over. Some are lost now, but they live in my heart.

So in 10 years I wrote a lot and published, 1,013,751 words!! Wooo! My main pairings, whom I cannot stop imaging in different setting, torturing them for my sick little's heart's content. (by word count)

Kakashi/Iruka - KakaIru 🐬🍆

Sportacus/Robbie Rotten - SportaRobbie, Rot10

Sakura/Sasuke - Sasusaku 🍅🌸

Dipper/Pacifica - Dippifica

Anko/Gai - my crackish pair 🍡🔩

Gavin Reed / RK900 - Gavin900

Finn/Poe Dameron - stormpilot, FinnPoe

Naruto/Hinata - NaruHina

Chrissy Cunningham/Eddie Munson - HellCheer

Rey Skywalker/Rose Tico - ReyRose

I want to write and have a draft up for

Wednesday Addams/Enid Sinclair - Wenclair

If you ever read my fics, THANK YOU! If you left comments, kudos, bookmark, or subscribed, know that you gave me the push to share my stories, THANK YOU!

This is why I am striving to finish all my fics this year. If you like one of my fics, and saw that I haven't touched it in years, this is the time it might end officially. I'll try my best.

Writing is very therapeutic for me, making up these stories, even if they are not popular, makes me smile, more so when I go back, and I am like, 'wow I wrote this, damn this is great'.

I have two dreams, one is, one of my fic being someone's fav. I don't have to know about it, it just makes me happy that maybe someone comes back to my stories here and there. Two reach a 100 comment threads on fic. I am so close, my biggest number is 81.

It can start as maybe kinda toxic, then change for the better and be AWESOME. Don't be scared if it's not perfect since the beggining, people change and relationships develope

What could be, the 23rd comic strip from my acclaimed Dipcifica / Gravity Falls fanfiction series, A Return to the Falls.

More future!falls

(Dipper x Pacifica)

They were sitting in the roof of the shack, just the two of them this time; Mabel was at Grenda’s, pajama party she claimed. Of course they would’ve invited Pacifica had they known she was coming over but Dipper was surprised when not 10 minutes before Mabel left, Stan was calling for him downstairs, yelling to “Come and get rid of this rich kid since she ain’t giving no money.” And more surprising was, she came to hang out with him, so now here they are sitting on the roof of the shack with colas and mosquitos and the night sky.

He was in the middle of his third cola when Pacifica pointed at a certain configurations of stars. “There it is, the Big Dipper. I always have trouble finding them.”

“Really? Usually it’s the Big Dipper that’s easier to find, it’s what people use to locate the smaller one.” He replies. They’ve been talking about constellations for a while now and it’s just now that they mention the Dipper. In school or just whenever conversations about stars come up, he’s used to people joking about his name, so he’s quite impressed it took them a full conversation to come to this point.

She was quiet for some time. When Dipper turned to look at her, she was sipping on her cola and with her other hand tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. She is beautiful, Dipper thinks. Being around Mabel who’s constantly around people, Dipper is used to seeing girls. He’s exposed to the company of girls that he knows Pacifica is really beautiful. He’d known at 12 years old. Yes, she’s rich and probably has appointments to expensive skin treatments or something and plus quality make ups and high fashion, but he’s seen her muddied and dirtied and wearing a potato sack with no shower for God knows how many days and honestly? It doesn’t change to how she looks wearing designer cosmetics. And now at 17, she’s even more dazzling. He’s more adamant on admitting it to himself now than he was before when she was a pain in the ass for him and Mabel. Dipper was so lost in his thoughts and staring at her that he missed what she just said.

“I’m sorry, what?” He said, leaning a little closer to make sure he hears it this time.

Pacifica suddenly stood up, rigid and face turning red by the second. “Nothing! I’m going home.” Then she dashed inside, leaving Dipper dumbfounded and gaping with the colas, mosquitos and the night sky.