#padippica

[Image ID: The first of five traditional pencil sketches of characters from Gravity Falls in scenes from It's a Wonderful Life. Dipper, Mabel, and Pacifica are high school seniors dressed in formal attire for a dance. The floor has opened to reveal a swimming pool underneath. Pacifica and Dipper are in the water, laughing and splashing each other. Pacifica's mascara is running. In the background, Mabel and other students jump in. /.End ID]

[Image ID: Dipper is now a middle-aged adult. He sits on a bed talking to his young daughter, who is wearing a nightgown and partially under the covers. She is missing a tooth. She looks up at him and says, "But I wanna stay up to catch the tooth fairy." Dipper places a hand on her shoulder, smiles, and replies, "I know. But you've got to pretend to sleep or she won't show up." /.End ID]

[Image ID: Dipper frantically searches his pockets but turns his head to the side, where Bill Cipher is floating. Bill holds a tooth and casually asks Dipper, "Looking for this?" /.End ID]

[Image ID: A two-panel comic. In the first panel, Dipper runs around in panic. He calls out, "Lucy?? Tyson?? Percy?? Golda?!" Bill floats nearby and laughs, "Ah ha ha! Oh, that's priceless!" In the second panel, Dipper is shown in close-up with a terrified expression. From outside the frame, Bill continues, "You still don't get it! They're not here!" /.End ID]

[Image ID: Dipper is shown from the chest up, holding a tooth in one hand. He looks at it with a joyous expression and exclaims, "Golda's tooth!" /.End ID]

Without Words

It’s nice, he thinks.

Sounds of scratches on paper and a soft humming fills the room. It was too cold for his liking today but with a natural heater on him, he’s warmed up to a comfortable heat. His sitting in his desk chair and though it is a bit uncomfortable position he can’t imagine his partners is any better clung to his chest, with her chin rested on her shoulder and her feet dangle behind him. 

Yet, neither complain. Simply content in each others closeness.

She loves his curls and has a habit of just softly rubbing his scalp with her finger tips and though he’s not one to say it out loud it brings a sense of comfort that he enjoys it every time. He can feel the soft vibration every time she hums, she doesn’t sing much but he thinks she has the voice of an angel. Even if she didn’t he’d still love it. She’d still be his angel. His Queen.

He was slowly losing steam on his work a long process, boring as well, but with her here he stayed focused. Oddly enough when she was usually the most wonderful distraction in his life. He could and has gotten lost in her. And even when that wasn’t the best thing he would never regret it.

Quicker than he likes his stamina fades. His writing came to a stop for a third time within a minute and she notices he’s becoming more tense. She looks to his face where his birthmark is scrunched up from the lines of stress on his face and she takes it on herself to get him to take a break. He’d work until his body gave out, she was here so he wouldn’t.

“Ursa?”

A childhood nickname only a hand full of people still allowed to call him. He lets out a grunt but she rolls her eyes and grunts back at him signaling him to use his words. He sighs and looks at her, “Yes?”

“Time for a break.” 

He frowns slightly. She right, she’s usually right, but things would go so much faster if he just pushed through anyway. He takes his eyes off hers unable to say it to them and moves back to work. “Just give me 5 more minutes.”

Her eyebrow raises. So he was going to fight her? She thinks to herself it’d be cute if he didn’t lose so fast. She moves back to rest her chin on his shoulder for a moment before she blows softly into his ear. He stiffens in a moment, he knows what she’s doing, “wai-”

Dragging her lips across his skin and she lays a long kiss where his shoulder meets his neck, she can feel his pulse speed. He lets out a shudder as she places hot, long kisses up his skin. Her thoughts were right he barely gives up a fight happy to lean back and let himself sink into to her. Gasping her name when she sucked a little harder on a favored spot. 

“Pacifica…”

Humming lightly at her name he can feel it against his flesh while her lips tug into a smile as she peppers them across his jaw. It’s amazing how many beautiful things can be said in silence.

As she pulls him in closer she’s telling him she’s there for him. Soothing his tenseness with her tender kisses and hands in the most pleasant of ways tells him that it’s okay to relax. 

Finally she reaches his lips and they hold each other there for a while. It’s not intense, it’s gentle, sincere, and it feels like it was meant to be. When she pulls away she brushes away his bangs and kisses his birthmark allied with the stars, and then places her forehead against his. 

He looks at her, kind green eyes filled with admiration for him. One’s that saw hope for him and his sister when no one else did. An expression of a slight rose of a blush covers her freckles dotted across her face that’s been harboring in the inside of his dreams since he was 14. Her mouth moved into a silly yet knowing grin she always wore as they move forward together. She’s everything he’s ever wanted. He didn’t deserve her yet she was still here, and he wouldn’t be the fool to let a miracle go to waste.

“Thank you.”

She giggles. She’s heard it a million times and she knows she’ll hear it a million more. So right now she decides to show him her response rather than say it. She kisses him with everything she has. She knows he understands because he kisses her back the same. Together. Without words.

Authors Note: Sorry if this isn’t great kinda rushed it. Feedback is appreciated positive and negative, just don’t be a dick

The whiskey haired boy looked at the clock, even though it was only a little past eleven he wasn’t getting to sleep anytime soon. His sister and her pig were asynchronously snoring heavily on the other side of the room. The male decided the best solution was to get some fresh air. He donned some comfortable clothes and shoes, left a note, and started walking. He had no real idea where he was going, he was just heading in a general direction. He also didn’t know how long he was going to be out for, he just wanted to be out of the house.

After a short period of walking the boy felt someone was close to him. He slowed his pace to get a good feel for where the other person was and headed in their direction. To his surprise, a familiar blond was sitting on a blanket on the ground. She had on a coat, a purple scarf wrapped partially over her head, and sunglasses on.

“You know, only the worst kind of people wear sunglasses at night” he couldn’t see her eyes but he could feel that she rolled her eyes and was now glaring at him.

“Ugh, did I take another homeless person’s spot again. Damn.”

“Nice to see you too Pacifica. What brings you out so late” Dipper gave a slight chuckle. Regardless of how things started with Pacifica, she has grown into a good friend of his from Gravity Falls.

“Needed to get away from my parents, I also couldn’t have them ground me and take stuff away from me so they can’t find out I did anything they didn’t want me to do hence the getup”

“You do know everyone in Gravity Falls knows what you look like in and out of that getup.”

The blond gets red in the face and looks as if she’s about to yell

Dipper slams his palm into his face “I mean, everyone knows your incognito get up and your normal getup. I didn’t mean for the other sentence to come out like it did” he looks shocked at his own stupidity.

“You’re lucky you’re cute” she muttered

“I said I was sorry Pacifica”

“I said forget about it. And yeah I need to change up my wardrobe. Ugh getting wardrobe tips from a… peasant.” Both teens look at each other and lock eyes they then can’t contain their laughter.

“So how often do you come out here to avoid your parents Paz?”

“Eh, about two or three times a week. More if it’s a bad week. I find the stars comforting. I don’t really know the names of them so I make up my own.”

“I could teach you… if you’d like?” Dipper looked innocently at his friend.

“I’d love that” Pacifica ogled her crush.

{ April 11, 2016 - July 9, 2017 }

Another redraw! There’s a bit more of a difference in this one, right? I have no idea what fashion is. Like…at all. HOWEVER, in terms of Dipper’s hair, I feel that as he gets older and older, he begins to like his birthmark more, and goes full Alex Hirsch and pushes it up. Mainly Ford’s doing IMO, as I think Dipper still secretly fanboys about “the Author” and how cool his six-fingered hands are.

Side-note : I have no idea what they’re looking at.

Pacifica paused at the door to peer through the peephole and was startled to see Dipper’s distorted face. She tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear before she opened the door to reveal Dipper, hooded and dripping wet.

“Hey–” He was scant of breath as he flicked his hood off to reveal equally wet hair beneath. He must have run to avoid the rain but, by the looks of it, had gotten caught in the downpour.

“Hey.” Pacifica raised her eyebrows and waited for him to explain why he was at her door after ghosting her earlier that afternoon. When it became clear that he was too winded to speak she popped a hand on her hip and asked, “What’s up?”

“Huh?” He looked flabbergasted.

Pacifica rolled her eyes. She wasn’t in the mood for pussyfooting. “What do you need? Or did you just come to visit me?”

A sheepish look crept over his face as his hand found the itch at the base of his neck that acted up when his nerves were running high. Definitely not just a visit, then.

“Sorry. It’s totally stupid, but…I locked myself out of my apartment.”