>As soon as he climbed onto Textiles back, Dipper felt thousands of times better.
>It seemed to him that they were, if anything, travelling at a speed far greater than they had been when he'd been walking alone.
>He made a quick mental note to try this again another time, if he needed it... well, and if he could keep track of the poor girl carrying him anyway.
> The near empty horizon in every direction finally broke way for a large castle directly in front of them.
>The dull grays browns and greens finally started to blend into more of a singular, ugly green haze.
>Not an improvement per-se, but certainly a good deal more interesting.
>Far more bearable.
>Dipper noted that Textiles' steps were growing more slow and labored.
> He couldn't say how long they had been walking.
>It'd felt like mere moments since he'd climbed on top of her, compared to the hours and hours of trekking on foot, however Textiles was positively gasping as though she'd been walking for days.
>Dipper shrugged and decided that the exit was probably closer to the other side anyway.
> If need be he'd find some combustibles and build a fucking rocket, but he was not to walk that maddening void again, and he doubted Wendy would either.
> Even she had her limits.
> At last he had arrived.
>The grey smudge had, from a distance, looked like it could be some sort of gothic castle.
>Some Dracula inspired, insipid, trashy building used in cheap horror movies to make the antagonist look sophisticated and wealthy while trying hard not to reveal just how little money the actual film was made with, and the lack of creativity not to just use a model.
> Upon closer inspection this was the polar opposite of the intent of the building.
>The entire building seemed, from the ground looking up, to be designed to resemble a crude depiction of a urinal, or rather, a person twisted into the rough shape of one.
> Around the bottom was a courtyard, leading into a circular main entrance that connected two impossibly curved towers, each ending in rooms large enough to topple the entire structure.
> At the top, each of these rooms, held another 5 pointing straight into the bleak emotionless sky.
> between these two feet was an intricate depiction of the owner of the castle, Mabel's face caught in the throws of ecstasy, perpetually stuck in a state of orgasm, made to look as stupid and pathetic as humanly possible.
> What psychopathic cruelty and genius planning that had made her impression on the world, missing here as this replica of her seemed to scream in bliss for nothing.
>Dipper had to mentally applaud the genius at the perpetual reminder of Mabel's humiliation.
>Within this prison, this was the tallest, most blatant landmark for miles.
>Everyone here, including the victim, was consistently reminded of who was on the bottom of this place.
> Even if Mabel had tried to take over, this would've cut all respect that she could command into nothing in seconds.
>If she ever could command any respect here.
>Dipper began to stroll towards the main entrance, noting the craftsmanship and detail that the builders had used as he saw the doors.
>The doorway was carved immaculately, drawing the eye to every imperfection that could possibly get Mabel to feel any more ashamed, miserable and exposed.
> A freckle on her left lip.
> A pube or two facing the wrong direction.
> Even the doors had been shaped and curved to resemble the lips of her pussy, but in more of an ugly dark red colour, seemingly seeing more use then the real thing ever had.
>Well, had when it had been in Dipper's sight and ownership anyway, he hardly had any knowledge of how much these creatures were playing with her.
>Dipper pulled open the door with a loud grunt, the hinges screaming to the void as the deep red doors were pulled apart.
> The room was scarcely illuminated, save for the "daylight" pouring from the outside world through the parted folds.
> Outside of that one ring of grey nothingness, the inky blackness of the rest of the world threatened to swallow him whole.
>Dipper knew three things about the scenario;
>one, this was a trap.
>two, his sister wasn't outside.
>three, he was absolutely sick of this place.
> Dipper climbed inside the castle and started to walk, letting the door slam behind him with the childish foreshadowing of a B grade horror movie as the darkness submerged him.
>He began to trek the halls blindly, striding calmly through the nightmarish castle, his own footsteps clicking and echoing from the walls, not giving the satisfaction to whoever was playing with him of groping blindly.
> Finally, dead torches flashed on around him as he found himself what could loosely be described as the main chamber.
> A throne room, most likely indistinguishable from the rest of the castle, encircled him.
>The walls were bare, except the torches now blazing a blinding red in contrast to the black before.
> The only thing that separated it from the hallways outside, or so dipper assumed with the lack of vision, was Mabel sitting on the other side of the room, smiling cruelly in royal robes.
> Her seat muttered quietly and dipper realized it too was a Mabel, naked, beaten, covered in bruises, gagged, chained, red with whip marks, holding some of the stains from their earlier encounter, and crawling on all fours as a seat for the girl on top of her.
>Dipper had met this world's ruler and it's slave.
>It made sense now.
>Will hadn't made this world, mabel had.
>He'd just given her the tools to play god.
> And she had.
>Dipper looked to the girl sitting on another her, not bothering to address the crude imitation of his sister.
> "Dear sister," He began, the droll words he must've repeated a thousand times in his head along this maddening trek said with the passion of a shelf stoker checking how much pea soup is left. "As much as I'm sure you've enjoyed your stay here making this world into your own, surely you must admit that omnipotence is completely meaningless when we are the kind that only do what we do for a challenge... etc. etc. Now please dispatch of your servant and let's be on our way."
>Dipper was already headed towards the way he'd came in before he'd realized that the hallway was gone.
>The entire room had no entrance or exit, simply one long curved wall.
>Mabel's cruel smile grew.
>Dipper sighed annoyed "Really Mabel? we're going to play this little game? fine I'll bite, but I must say, the creativity and energy your putting into this could be far better spent on a few new victims in the real world. diving into denial like this is unbelievably childish."
>Mabel started to laugh.
>Mabel hadn't laughed, not since they were both...
>Long enough so that he'd long since forgotten.
>It was a cruel laugh, a mad laugh, a hyena enclosing on it's kill.
>"Y-you still don't get it!" she finally gasped
>"HAHAHAHA heheheh, your gonna love this, b-r-ooooo HAHAHAHA" She stretched the word teasingly.
> "I don't know who you are!"
>Dipper looked at the girl laughing loud enough to fill the entire room.
>Then down to his sister shaking below her.
>Dipper was lost.
>This made no sense.
>The flicker of fear held deep down inside of him began to grow, sparking into the embers of a nervous panic as he looked back and forth between his usually dominating sister and the girl dominating her.
>Still laughing like a jackal.
>Still a ball of madness.
> He thought back to the last time he'd seen mabel laugh like this.
He'd been beating her at chess since they were old enough to understand the rules.
Sometimes it was because he cheated
Not usually though.
Usually it was a simple matter of strategy, cunning, ruthlessness
And playing her emotions against her.
Get her to smile and her strategy became a joke
Get her to cry over some boy or her own appearance and she would lose pieces one by one
Mabel would always leave in tears, every match.
Mascara running down her face, swearing up and down that she'd hoped he'd die.
Ever the emotional one.
And she could hold a grudge.
>He needed to leave.
> His mind kept going.
> Taunting him
Dipper grew bored, as he often did, with constant victory.
And playing others hardly held any of the accomplishment of, what he could call, beating himself.
Dipper eventually dropped the hobby, trying to find something else to outsmart and dominate his sister in, something more interesting.
Months went by before Mabel ever brought it up again.
A fully stacked chess board wasn't what had drawn dipper into the seemingly frivolous competition however.
What drew him in was Mabel's prize if he won.
A normal person would look at the idea of incest with their own twin as, if not absolutely revolting, egotistical and narcissistic to the point of physical illness.
Dipper was nothing if not a narcissistic, ego-maniacal sociopath.
And soon, a dirty sister fucker.
She'd taken off her panties for the match.
Placed them to the side as a symbol for what was to come.
She'd hold to her word too.
Dipper knew this.
They might be awful people, but they both held to their word for a competition.
He'd been humiliated for competition.
He'd killed for competition.
It was why he didn't lose anymore.
They began to move the pieces.
The game started as any other.
Mabel would always free her queen first and try to use it to clear the board.
Competing against everyone else it worked perfectly.
Dipper saw it from a mile away and would counter it every time.
>Click, queen to A5,
>Clack, pawn to A4
>Click queen takes pawn
>Clack bishop takes queen
Mabel's strategy would fall to pieces and berating her would take care of the rest.
Click, queen to C4
Clack, pawn to A3
Click rook takes bishop
Dipper hesitated for a momment.
He hadn't seen that coming.
This was... this was different.
Mabel looked up at him, smiling cruelly.
Dipper composed himself.
Clack, knight takes rook.
click pawn takes knight.
Dipper's eye twitched involuntarily.
He tried to regain his composure and attack her weakpoint.
"Have you fucked that jockey rider that you had your eye on yet, mabel? I don't want any used goods."
Clack bishop takes knight
In spite of the pleasent tone it came off as desperate, they both knew.
"No. Hymen perfectly intact. Barely even started masturbating. Shame it won't matter to you will it?"
Click queen takes bishop.
"Doesn't matter, I bet your mouth has had a go at his horse once or twice."
Clack queen takes rook
"No, although I have been practicing. Seeing how deep I could get hot dogs, banana's, cucumbers."
Click knight takes rook
"Eventually I just skipped the foreplay and bought a dildo. chocked that down until I could get every inch down my throat without choking."
clack queen to g8
"Don't get me wrong, everything else is still very much viriginal. I just wanted to make sure that my foreplay skills were good."
click pawn to g4
"After all, if you do win I want to be fully... prepared."
clack pawn takes pawn
"If you do win, dear brother, I will do things for you that no other girl would ever do."
click pawn to E5
"And it won't just stop at tonight, either. This would go on and on and on. You would own me."
clack pawn takes pawn
click rook to A5
"... but that doesn't look likely anymore does it?"
Clack pawn takes rook.
click rook takes bishop
"It looks more and more like this will be our last game."
clack pawn takes rook
"These games have grown rather meaningless for me too."
click knight takes pawn
"Don't worry. I'm sure you weren't going to be that impressive anyway."
Clack queen takes knight.
Click queen takes queen.
"Check" dipper said, mechanically.
He was sweating now.
His composure a ticking bomb.
His world was crumbling around him.
Sweat was dripping from his face.
This was hell.
Mabel started to giggle, savoring the momentary respite before she could deliver the last crushing move.
Knight takes queen.
"Check mate." She sighed before laughing with the delirium of relief.
She'd done everything to win.
She'd studied grandmasters, formulated strategies, even replayed match after match back in her head as dipper's every move was burned into her mind.
She'd even found the means to hurt dipper the way he hurt her.
Months of effort had all payed off for this one moment, and it was glorious.
She could feel a great weight being lifted, a fog clear from her mind as she saw her brother suffering the hell that she'd gone through every match.
She wanted more.
She felt like she could beat that grandmaster now.
Not at chess, of course, to death.
Maybe with the board.
And that would feel even better.
She turned to dipper, pausing her mad cackle for just long enough to look at his trembling, red face.
Calm finally destroyed by pure rage.
"Aw, don't worry dip. It's only my first time, now if you'll excuse me, I have a date with a plastic 9" plastic cock under my bed. If you want you can cry and masturbate to my moans from the other side of the door."
Mabel had played her brother perfectly.
Every move he made she had known.
Every thought in his head, she had predicted.
Until that exact moment.
In that exact moment Mabel had made a critical misjudgment of how far she could push dipper before he cracked.
Neither one of them remembered what happened in that moment, dipper was a frothing ball of rage and Mabel was too surprised and traumatized to really get a clear picture.
What Mabel remembered next was dipper holding her by the throat and squeezing hard enough so that she could barely gurgle out a cry for help louder than a pot boiling over.
She could feel him on top of her.
Not just choking her, but smothering her.
The light was blocked by him as her windpipe was closed by him.
Staring into the eyes of madness, of primal urge, as he pulled his pants down, and tore a hole through her pantie hose.
Her unclothed, unguarded virginity was at the other end of her skirt.
The cloth was brushed aside and there it was, wet, small, delicate, pink.
Dipper leaned in close and hissed in her ear.
"looks like I win, again."
Seconding the cowgirl Pacifica pitch as a sequel to the Wendip fic idea.
Also, had the idea of a Mabel cowgirl fic where in trying to pick through the barn to find Wendy and Dipper's trail, stumbles upon some freezer supply of homemade Smile Dip flavored ice cream Wendy had made in her isolated boredom and ends up binge eating herself into a BBW cowgirl on a Smile Dip high that ends up catching a scent trail and ends up tackling and blowing Dipper once she finds him in the woods.
He started slowly.
That was the worst part.
No animal lust that could be burned through in mere moments, or passionate tear over in an instant.
He took his time.
Enjoyed his prize.
He felt no guilt as the erection slowly entered his twin, tearing through the still virginal flesh, blood gently lapping around his scrotum.
Mabel's throat gently vibrated in pain, but still wasn't given enough slack to fully scream.
He sank his entire length in, with a slow deliberation to start, hilting himself to the base, savoring that moment inside of his only equal, his partner in crime.
She tried to flail from underneath him, her legs ineptly kicking the ground, making a few blunt noises effecting nothing.
Dipper rocked himself back out of her, his length leaving her, her tension leaving as for just a moment, she thought he'd had a moment of compassion.
He rocked back into her again, and again Mabel was chocked with pain, but more than that, the humiliation finally began to sink in.
There was no winning with dipper.
No outcome worth chasing.
He started to thrust faster, penetrating deeper.
His breathing was moist and rapid, clinging to her skin sickeningly.
Mabel shut her eye's and tried to block everything out, just letting it all go wrong around her.
Hot tears poured down her crimson face as dipper thrust, her pathetic performance only spurring him on further.
As far as he was concerned he'd earned this by birth right.
He owned her.
His tongue clung to her flesh as it wrapped around her cheek, tracing the flesh, catching the tear as it fell.
Mabel stopped struggling.
Dipper had won, why bother?
All she could hope was that he'd just finish faster without her constantly trying to resist.
Dipper's grip on her throat loosened a bit as she stopped moving, sensing the change in his sister.
It didn't matter to Mabel, she still couldn't breathe underneath him, but to dipper it was a turning point as he tried to turn this from a rape into something more meaningful.
He titled her face to look him in the eyes, when she opened hers.
His thrusts slowed.
Mabel's eye's opened, a dead misery behind the soulless husks.
They locked with dipper's and the movements became practically glacial, as both starred at each other for just a moment, lost in betrayal and victory respectively, starring at a mirror image of their own worst self.
Dipper's mouth locked onto his sister's and he began to run his tongue along her mouth, tasting that desperation and hatred as if it were a foreign element.
Mabel stared on as it went.
It didn't matter.
Dipper began to rock up to his original pace, gradually moving faster and faster, accelerating with far less desperation then he had originally.
He began to put his thumb to her folds as he went, stroking her, caressing her and rubbing her as she lay near lifeless underneath, only giving the occasional involuntary twitch to show it was having some effect.
It was as though fucking a warm corpse, and dipper wanted more.
He started to run his fingers along the small hard clit above his member, as Mabel stared dead eyed up at him, trying desperately to remain as physically dead as she was emotionally in spite of his best efforts.
She couldn't hold it as his fingers went faster and faster, an orgasm building and building behind the wall she'd put around it.
Her eye's shut and she tried to choke a moan down as she came for her twisted brother, her wet sex unconsciously tightening around his cock as she did.
Fresh tears began to stream as dipper went back to the same rapid pace, not wanting her to go to her emotionally dead state before he could finish at least once.
Mabel felt everything.
She was so determined to shut everything out that as soon as dipper chipped a hole into her perfect defense, it was no more.
She couldn't help how she was feeling there in that moment, the madness and horror and shame of it all stirring something inside of her.
Something she hated.
something underneath all of that.
Because deep down, beneath it all, what she hated the most was that a little piece of her was into this.
A small shard of her was getting off on the idea that she was being raped like this, abused like this, that she was outsmarted.
A horrifying red piece of her that didn't fit anywhere else wanted to see how far this could go, knowing that dipper would know no bounds on this.
She hated that piece.
She hated dipper as he was thrusting into her.
She hated him as he was trying to act romantic.
She hated that no one was hearing her struggle.
'And I'm sure you hate that if anyone heard you struggle they wouldn't lift a finger to help you, would they?'
Mabel tried to drown her thoughts in the sensation around her.
She was losing her virginity after all, rape or not this was something worth being conscious for.
'And I'm sure you want to get off to it too, don't you slut?'
Mabel tried to shut out that small voice with the rhythmic and fast thrusts of her own brother penetrating her, the feeling of the cold planks of wood on her back, the spit and moisture still covering her face, the imprint of his hand still wrapped around her throat.
'You want him to choke you again, don't you bitch?'
Mabel lied back and closed her eyes, trying to let go again, but that proved impossible too, as dipper's movements only grew more extreme the more she tried to shut him out.
Every time she would find some means of closing herself off from the hell around her, something would drag her out and rub her nose in the cruel cruel reality she inhabited.
'why not just embrace it? you know you want to slut.'
Mabel thought about that piece inside of her.
it hadn't just been still this whole time, it had been growing, becoming a more and more dominant part of her as she began to contemplate the ramifications of actually trying to enjoy the act.
Of admitting defeat in this one instance, to destroy dipper in every other.
She began to focus on her brothers actions, moaning to the thrusts and jerks of his spastic flails.
Somehow, even though it felt as though he was performing with the reckless abandon of someone who wasn't trying to impress anyone... it felt... right.
Well, not right.
In fact dreadfully wrong.
But there was something about the act that had stimulated her in ways her fingers playing with her quivering sex never could.
It was the most disgusting, horrific and awful thing she had ever been a part of, that hadn't changed.
But it was also the most erotic.
Another orgasm slammed into her as the gravity of her enjoyment wracked her brain, prompting another moan from the depths of her throat.
She didn't even bother to stop it, singing her orgasmic admittance of lewd passion to the heavens.
This was her victory.
This was the only thing she could claim.
Dipper came inside of her as her sprawled legs bucked in orgasmic pleasure, her mind in a fog.
Orgasm were all she had to beat back dipper's hold on her.
The only thing that dipper couldn't control.
And she'd be damned if that victory would be taken from her.
Dipper began to get up, but Mabel wrapped her legs around him, locking him inside of her.
"You go when I say you go." She hissed.
Dippers eyes went wide before accepting to the mad game she had concocted, rocking back into her again as she moaned uncontrolled and unabated, unsure weather she was trying to convince herself, her brother, or the world.
Hours had passed by the time they wrapped up, both twins long since spent, now snoring on the floor.
Mabel woke up last that morning.
The normalness of the day was the most unsettling thing.
Birds screamed out into the nothing of the world, the sun was blinding, the grass was a putrid green, and everyone was happily enjoying their lives.
Mabel got off the plank wood floor, every inch of her sore from the previous night.
She could hear dipper downstairs, and smell bacon, sausage and ham cooking, so she decided that was the best way to start the day.
She walked downstairs, listening to the snaps and crackles of fats frying as she finally caught sight of her brother sitting at one end of the table, the pans gently moving on their own to prove that dipper had his mind on it, even if he wasn't there.
Mabel walked over to the stove and cranked it to full blast, quickly reducing the majority of the pig to ash.
Dipper looked up, finally seemingly noticing her.
"Well, someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed."
Mabel didn't say anything, simply staring at him with a hatred that could not be tamed without bloodshed.
"Really, sister dear. You're such a sore looser. It's such an awful trait.You certainly didn't disappoint, if that's what you wanted to hear."
Mabel grabbed one of the few sausages not torched to black nothing, biting into it fiercely.
"Or maybe you'd like to hear what you could do next. What you could do next is call some of the people who would care that we fucked. Not only that, but some of the people who would be very much interested in putting me to death if not prison for putting my arms around your neck and my cock into your once virgin pussy."
Mabel's fist slammed into the table.
"I SWEAR ON EVERYTHING THAT HAS EVER BEEN THROWN INTO THIS CRUEL EXISTENCE I WILL MAKE YOU PAY-"
He held up a hand and she was silent.
"yes, yes. Anyway, you can do all that now. all you have to do is call the oldest number in the book and tell them. A quick investigation will prove beyond any reasonable doubt, and you'll never see me again. Hell, I'll even confess. Why not? would only speed things along."
dipper's smile grew more cruel, wider, more smug.
"All you have to do for your perfect vengeance is go to the police and admit that your cruel, superior brother beat you. Shattered you to the point where you had to go tattling to mummy and daddy. Made you cry because you couldn't handle this any more because you hated all of it. In other words, you only have to throw away that one victory you had last night, and you win the war. it'll be cheating, but you'll win."
Mabel glared at him.
"But I'm giving you just an iota of credit, just one, that you still want this to keep going, that you want to beat me alone, and if all that fails, that some part of you genuinely enjoyed loosing to me."
Mabel gave a quiet dirrivitive snort.
"But maybe you don't have the skills to play with your brother. It doesn't matter. Your really the only reason I've bothered staying alive, and once I win, well, that'll be it. Phone's over there."
He gestured meaninglessly.
The length went into her mouth, her head bobbing up and down it with a gentle slurping.
The taste was distinct.
Salty, bittersweet in a way, still had some of her and his juices from the night before.
Mabel couldn't tell if she could label it a taste of victory or defeat, and why she'd even choose one over the other.
All she did know was that she needed to wrap this up, the last thing she needed was to be caught here, now.
She redoubled her efforts in earnest the rod now going back and forth between her tight lips as fast as she could, only pausing to run her tongue along the head for stimulation, or to slurp the balls into her cheeks, ballooning them out while stroking the cock above her.
Dipper was having the time of his life.
He hadn't just won by claiming his sister's virginity, he'd made an enemy, finally.
Someone who was worth a challenge.
Admittedly, someone who was sucking on his dick and running her tongue along his nuts, but, even so, a force to be reckoned with.
Someone who could make an effort at defeating him, if nothing else.
She began to take his entire length into her throat, the previous night far from a simple boast, as he was hilted to her lips, the tight massage of her throat stroking him into her stomach.
Dipper shuddered as Mabel's swallowing jerked him off, and began to moan from the movements.
Mabel backed away to take a quick breath before taking him into her throat again, swallowing to jerk him off again.
Dipper gasped pulled away from Mabel's seemingly eager mouth, stroking himself in front of her.
He started to cum, spraying the white liquid across her mute face, sticking her hair to her head as it dripped down her face.
Mabel bowed in front of him comically, the semen still on her face.
"I pledge to serve you sexually as you see fit, master dipper."
It was curt, to the point, just trying to get it out of the way, but it still spoke volumes to her new master above her.
He smiled down at her.
Wouldn't be proper without posting Oppaicifica
pacifica is cute
oppaipacifica is the cutest
this makes my heart boner hard
Real talk, I think the reason why I love Pacifica so much is that she's the strongest character in the show. She gets less "airtime" than Mabel, but is several degrees of magnitude more believable and likeable. As much as I like Wendy, she didn't go through as much of a character arc as Pacifica. Also tsunderes > all
this episode was fantastic
Pacifica's superior, high class genes make her perfect for breeding. Low class whores like Wendy and Mabel cannot compete
For requests i only really have time for minimal stuff like single character poses
As for the foot dom part, I'm not afraid of drawing feet, I'd do something with feet in the frame, but i try not to lean to hard into any fetish
Actually pretty good delivery too.
Might ask you to try something with a different pose from the same model. I just think Lexxxi's got a good bodytype for a BBW version of titty monster Mabel.
That would be more fappable if the texture didn't look fucking vomit tier abhorrent and the left tit actually followed anatomy. Assuming I can just say it's a preg Mabel instead of some fat fetish faggotry, it's a decent pic in its design.
Pacifica with her face re-arranged by bill cypher.
What's wild about this dude, is that he started all coy, and self-deprecating, when taking requests, but I think he realized that his shit is too ugly since no one really cared about the deliveries, so he just goes from board to board, posting his ugly drawings. Spamming is a better word for it, but still.
Decided to practice animation by cleaning that .gif up and colouring it.
Never done it before and I'm actually pretty proud of the results!
We need more paciTHICCa
I agree that the fat fuckery has to stop, but that's just some new drop, you don't see much GF art anymore, and when you do its Wendy, the shittiest most generic redhead kind of shitty.
Well, what do you expect? If someone does an on model version of any other character, they're pulled for loli, and you can only go off model so many times before it becomes tedious and annoying, or just not even close to the original character's appeal.
not defending the fat fetish just explaining why theres so little mabel, pacifica, and candy. Every character besides wendy drawn on model and to scale is just another kid, another flat chest, another underage piece of ass that gets you kicked off of your preferred posting place, hence an overabundance of wendy because it's just easier.
Anyone have source for this? I know its doublepines, or that pinecest guy, but I can't seem to find the original picture. This looks like a crop from a larger picture
yea, this is my first page of the comic ive been working on. Any thoughts? points of improvement? I'd like to hear them.
Here is the source:
Desperately needs work on the cursive, script, panel layout, and coloring within the lines. Work on show don't tell. You don't need dipper to say he "got an instant boner" when you can just show a panel of the erection straining against his shorts.
Past that, I'm not really qualified to give advice.
Sup, these people from /loli are making a game. Anyone who wants to make it about pinecest, go there.
In a week the subject will change, so you better hurry if you can draw, write, whatever.
Here's some OC
Here's the original before I inked and colored it
I'm looking for a specific Dipper/Pacifica fanfiction that I saw a while ago. It's broken up into three parts, and towards the end Pacifica's dad gets Bill involved and accidentally fucks everything up.
Have something new from an artist I've followed.