Idependent Dipper Pines
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 Anonymous:
  "That's nice to know, because I kind of wanted to send this earlier: M!A Dipper is apart of the Host Club for 3 days!"


mysterious-dipper-pines:

beautiful-hakumei-blog:

Brown eyes widened at the request he read, his eyebrows furrowed in sudden realization.

“W-Wait…No… NO WAY!!! NO WAY IN HELL-”

~*POOF*~

It happened all at once for him, not only did his stature change, he felt himself grow some in the slightest, his once loved shorts and vest now gone in place of fancy black trousers, a white undershirt with a tie, and a blue over coat with the Host Club’s symbol on it. Even his hair was neatly combed and out of curls and knots. The now 17 year old boy looked curiously down at himself, turning every which way to see the changes made to him, a light blush spreading across his cheeks.

“Oh… this is… quite odd” He mumbled to himself, tugging on the hem of the sleeves on his over coat.

((I leveled up his age because there is a certain age group that the Host Club is in, the youngest they had was that elementary school kid but even then he wasn’t an official member. I can’t find face claims, so I am just going to let words do the business. If you want a face claim… you will get Haruhi XD ))

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Almost immediately upon seeing the others distress, Dipper could feel his anger built up inside of him deteriorate suddenly. Taking in a small intake of breathe, letting out a shaky sigh, his eyebrows furrowed some in sadness, averting his own eyes to the floor.

“Well… Maybe you didn’t…” He piped in, stepping closer to the other when he halted his pacing, offering a small smile to him. “Look… maybe… I can give you a chance, but, you have to promise to keep things slow. If you want to learn how to get into my heart, you will have to be patient, willing and kind… but seeing as how your personality is opposite of the last one, just scratch that one out” He joked with a light chuckle.

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The brown haired teen look at his other self, a look of surprise and confusion on his face. Could I really do that? Let the walls of sarcasm down? Could I really be willing to possibly get hurt..?

“I-…” He said, his voice cracking, forcing him to stop speaking, He took in a shacky breath, “I-I’m scared…” He said in a soft tone, truly scared and worried about the idea of letting his walls down, even for himself.

7 years ago with 21via
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