thanks for feeding tumblr the reverse mystery kids stuff bro. they’re missing out fr if they aren’t in the server smh smh - raz ceo of dibper from funy mk server
Sjkdajksl thank you, its one of my all time favorite aus tbh.
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I have Dibper content so if you want and have the time, go check it out. I’m still posting more for my au but pls just check it out
You have great art! Everyone go check them out!
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💌 Crossover Ships Week, Prompt - NIGHTMARES 🩸
Here's a snippet of a nightmare from Chapter 5 of our fic, This Isn't Love, This is a Bloodbath (gore warning)
The knife block rattled, and Dipper shot his hand out to grab one. Without thinking, Dib slammed the knife in his grip down, the blade stabbing straight through Dipper’s hand and sinking into the cheap wood beneath it.
“You’re ruining it!” Dib exclaimed, the statement coming out more as a petulant whine than a threat. He watched Dipper’s pale fingers twitch, though strangely, no sound escaped his mouth.
“Then give me what I want.” Dipper replied after a moment, his voice steady. “Show me the grand kill you think I’m worthy of.”
Dib hesitated for a moment and Dipper laughed, sending irritation through his body, fingers twitching around the handle of the knife.
“Why do you suddenly want me to kill you?!” He spat. “It’s no fun if you don’t fight! That’s why I chose you! You—there’s something in you.” He leaned back, ripping the knife from Dipper’s hand with a twisted crunch of bones and sinew. “Play along with my vision and you’ll get to see the finale—when I say it’s ready.”
Dipper lifted himself from the countertop, supporting himself with his uninjured hand as he turned around to face Dib. His expression was the same as it was before, reflecting none of the agony Dib expected. Slowly, shakily, he lifted his hand to cup Dib’s cheek, the stench of the blood gushing from the wound, making Dib’s head spin. It was hot and slick against his skin, and he shivered as blood began to drip down his face in streams, gathering at his jaw and collarbones.
“You chose me, Dib.” Dipper murmured. “But the reasons you chose me are the same reasons I’m going to make this very, very difficult.”
“I like a challenge.”
“I know. You’re so painfully bored, aren’t you?” His voice was dripping with saccharine fake pity, and he tilted his head before clicking his tongue. The slight movement made Dib aware of the stickiness of the blood against his skin.
“I’m making my own entertainment.”
“Mmh.” Dipper hummed. Dib expected him to drop his hand from his face, but instead, he was pulled, their lips colliding in a messy kiss. Dib certainly didn’t mind, pressing closer to the boy and pushing his tongue past his chapped lips, fighting for control—before he tasted blood.
“Huh—?” He was cut off by a wave of it flooding his mouth as he pulled away, coughing from the harsh metallic taste and drooling blood all over himself.
“Wh—what the fuck?” He lifted his head to look at Dipper, eyes widening as he took in the scene before him.
Dark blood poured from the boy’s mouth, running over his lips and down his chin like a waterfall. Dipper’s stomach sliced open before his eyes and he slid down the cupboards to the ground. His guts spilled out and made a wet noise as he hit the floor, squirming and pulsing in his lap and staining his jeans. Dipper coughed, wiping his mouth before lifting his head, locking his gaze with Dib’s. His lips quirked into a smile, and Dib was once again overwhelmed with blood filling his own mouth. A surprised noise escaped him as he doubled over and watched the dark—almost black fluid spill to the floor beneath him, spattering all over his shoes.
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