ONE: DON'T BE A DICK

It’s pretty simple, or I’d hope it is. Don’t ride me about replies, I’m just as excited as you are and I’ll get it to you the moment I’m at my computer or I’m conscious. Don’t jump into a thread already going on unless we’ve discussed it or you’re making you’re own separate response to a starter. Don’t godmod. Y'know, just… don’t be a dick. Let’s make the RP world a better and happier place.

TWO: MATURE CONTENT

Mun is over 21 and there will be sex and muse will be aged up as needed for others comfort to pursue various plots and other various mature themes here. I will tag sex (with #nsfw) and if anything is particularly triggering I will put tw: ____ on the post. Though to be honest, you may have to tell me if something is triggering for you. I do anticipate violence, blood, and many dark and explicit themes. I'm also all for ALL ships in this fandom and even crossing into other ones-- even the ones I know people get mad about. I will tag ships if stuff is going down, but don't get mad. I'm here to have fun, you're here to have fun. All of this is just to be open an honest.

THREE: HAVE FUN

Don’t stress out, don’t worry about word counts. I can be a wordy person at times and sometimes I’m not. But, don’t let the nature or length of a thread ruin anything for you. If you’re not feeling a plot anymore, just say the word. If you’re hesitant to reply because one of us made the whole thing turn into a novel, just take a breath and write what your character feels is enough. I’m ecstatic over 4 word replies and even 1,000 word ones. We’re here to enjoy ourselves, so just chill and we'll figure it all out.

FOUR: TALK TO ME

C'mon. Don’t be shy. Click that ask or IM button if you have a plot bunny or even the random desire to say ‘HEY, we should RP.’ I don’t bite, Bipper might though. If we have a blast, I have KIK, Discord, Skype, and just about every IM so we can nerd it up about random things and RP. So, don’t be afraid to say Hey, Tay. You’re a Weeb.

END

I seriously don’t have alot of rules, I’m open to all kinds of verses, crossovers, ships, everything. I’m open to people just responding to a starter or coming to my inbox so we can discuss a nice and fleshed out plot. I only ask you put the same basic respect toward me that I will to you. Other than that, welcome to the blog. Let’s have a blast.

basic information

▍ NAME:
can differ by verse, masondipper gleeful
▍ ALIAS
mace,dipper, hanging tree, peacock, brobro, dipshit, psycho, etc.
▍ AGE:
verse dependent, main verse default hovers around late teens.
▍ GENDER:
male
▍ APPEARANCE
verse dependent to a point, mason gleeful hides the fact his hair is actually mostly white thanks to the intensity and abuse of magic he utilizes along with his amulet. despite use of dyes and spells, mason struggles to keep white strands and streaks from completely hiding, though luckily enough most just think it's part of his mystique. outside of the rich faux brown, mason's hair is upkept and perfectly styled and he will take defensive measures to protect it as well as his clothes. as with any that end up with magic in their family both twins have bright, eerie ice blue eyes that appear to glow if not actually do so to match their amulet/magic use. comparitively, mason stands a small bit taller than most of his alternates whether of similar or different worlds due to slight differences in universe but also nutrition and self-care.

the young sorcerer actually maintains a athletic lifestyle outside of his activities performing and due to this while he does appear slender in a deceptive fashion, he hasn't been considered noodle-armed since he was 11 and actually carries a decent amount of strength and muscle with him for someone his size, depending on his age. however, as he is quite proud and confident in who and what he is, mason often wears his performance costume and many other outfits similar to it in interchanged varieties of their trademark colors of turquoise and/or particular shades of blue and black. mason lost the concept of what casual dress is, outside of his karate gi, a long time and is easily viewed as stuffy just for his stiff/eccentric level of dress and vanity. it is rare to find mason without his cape unless it's a situation or place that makes it an obvious hindrance. you'll always find a large turqoise gemstone mounted to a black bolotie that Mason always wears with his typical attire that tends to include a vest or jacket with a long /or modified sleeve dress shirt of variant color to go with black or dark dress slacks. if not tied at his neck, mason will often turn his bolotie into a wristband/bracelet of sorts to ensure his stone isn't separated from him.
tldr; look at about any image in my theme and just imagine that littleshit with some white hair in places.
▍ BIRTHDAY:
august 31st
▍ SUN SIGN:
virgo
▍ PERSONALITY TRAITS TO THE GENERAL PUBLIC:
flirtatious, confident, vain, gentleman, polite, helpful, considerate, studious, kind, smart-aleckish, empathetic, friendly, charming, strong, goodhearted, slightly spooky, and wise.
▍ PERSONALITY TRAITS IN PRIVATE
vain, meticulous, stalker, competitive, devoted/loyal, strategist, temperamental on certain things, chivalrous-ish, manipulative, patient, foul mouthed, charming, cruel/vicious tendencies, protective, possessive, studious, psychotic/violent tendencies, corrupted, dependent, closet-geek, confident, paranoid, affectionate, power hungry/complex, depression energetic , and witty
▍ RESIDENCE:
gravity falls, oregon. verse dependent on exact location, main verse gleeful manor. others include gleeful home, pines home, or mystery shack.
▍ ALIGNMENT:
verse dependent, main verse neutral/lawful evil with tinges of chaotic when his sister is of influence
▍ SEXUALITY:
why-is-someone-this-fucking-annoying-cute-xual pansexual
▍ OTHER:
unless decided otherwise by verse, mason gleeful has a natural american southern dialect.

▍ HISTORY:
trigger warning: mentions of abuse, murder, attempted suicide, and violence.
In the Gleeful family, it came to light after a pair of twin brothers displayed quite a talent at what seemed to most to be illusion and trickery with some hints of mediumship and psychic ability that depended on the user. It created a household name known as the Mystery Twins and their Tent of Telepathy that vanished several decades ago along with the ambitions and betrayals of the two brothers that were tucked away with the twins and their own family's dealings. Eventually, Ford Gleeful vanished for an odd amount of time after a brief and seeming reconcile with his brother, however, not before he had sent a package in supposed celebration of the birth of the latest twins in the Gleeful clan which was received by their Mother but never seen again.

Mason and Mabel Gleeful never remembered all that much about their birthplace, they've only ever seen it mentioned on their birth certificate and from someone mentioning it was only a handful of miles from Atlanta. Other than that, they only remember glimpses of the place from the handful of years they were there. However, what did stick was their emulation of their parent's speech, yet their turbulent home life was never much different than it began. Having been moved to Piedmont, most of their formative memories were held there, more so because their father's cruelty and temper only started to sink in by then. Their mother being the kind and gentle spirit she was, even her protests mattered little in the face of their inebriated father. Even at a young age, Mason didn't need much to know their home was different from others and the violence that always came so close wasn't right and they wouldn't be safe from it for long.

Mason who was adoringly called Dipper by his mother and his twin sister, due to the birthmark on his forehead, which caused many kids they knew to follow suit. Despite being the youngest between him and Mabel by only a few minutes, the small boy was quite observant and bright and took to acting as a big brother since he was, after all, Mabel's only brother, but even he knew being a twin wasn't something everyone they met at school was gifted with. While both Gleeful kids were rather unique in their attitude, Mabel's energy captivating everyone while Mason could observe and ramble so many things he'd learned, that most their age could barely retain-- it wasn't a far cry that once Dipper started getting interested toward things the quite odd. He was fascinated by heroes, puzzles, secrets, mythical creatures, supernatural powers, and something about magic had always seemed quite awesome-- but, his father not only took frequent issue and physical repercussions against his son for such wastes of time, but Dipper was just as stubborn as his twin and often took strength in his mothers early claims and pride in believing he was special because of the birthmark that seemed like more than just mere chance. Unwilling to give in so easily, the child continued his days whether at school or hanging with Mabel at home. Whether playing make believe or a variety of other silly things that he knew their dad wouldn't take to kindly to if he was ever home to hear their giggles or rambling, the pair remained quit carefree for a fair time. At least, until an evening they hadn't been aware of their father's early return from work.

Dipper had always been the one that could come up with dumb little plans, whether he and Mabel wished to go on a serious mission to get an extra cookie or even just to do inane little things. But, when one of Dipper's plans failed, the punishment that came from it wasn't just a single occasion of a continuous circuit of abuse and conditioning, that eventually left Mason shaken, but, not broken-- that was, unless he heard the ring of the dinner bell their mother used to use. The actual process was as unspeakable as the the near catatonic state and breakdown it would send Dipper into and over time only his sister could seem to coax him out eventually. However, Mason refused to be treated like some dog and became quite deliberate in his effort to do anything he could to see anything that brought joy to their father ruined-- but, when the drunken man's violence began to truly be unavoidable Dipper became able to spot even the slightest sound or sign of such a disaster approaching and, as their dad's control freak nature had lead to every door in the home to only ever lock from the outside, Mason Dipper would never give Mabel warning, as she refused to willingly let him be left out there alone, and would pull her into the nearest room he could lock on their father's approach, even on the occasions it was their playing too loudly at Mabel's urging or Mabel joyful reactions that triggered their father, Mason refused to let anyone hurt his sister and if he could help it, he'd antagonize and draw every violent outburst onto himself.

Dipper never felt like a super hero, not in those years when he'd be sobbing after eventually waking up to assess whether anything ended up broken outside of the multiple bruises and scrapes he received. His sister and mother were the only ones he actually cared about and in turn they truly worried about and loved him. Even as optimistic as he attempted to be from Mabel's example, it was with his father's constant terrorizing and attacks that Mason couldn't help feeling a numbing seep into him much like his own threshold for pain as he became far too used to and tolerant of the force used around and on him he began to believe that only someone so useless wouldn't be able to stop these things, only someone useless would feel as afraid and anxious as he did at all times recently. Self-loathing and depression gripped at Dipper and his instinctive paranoia and lack of trust thanks to their own home only made Dipper become uncertain if he was just hurting Mabel more with the things he did-- sometimes, he couldn't help wondering if maybe, if he hadn't been born, their family wouldn't be this way. No, no. He always tried to shrug off that kind of thing, after all what did it matter, it wasn't like he could just stop existing. Every kid knew that and Mabel would kick his butt if he even asked her if she felt like that ever.

It was around their eleventh birthday that Mason had finally recovered from a recent fracture in his arm an the pair wanted to enjoy their birthday anywhere other than their own house-- a sentiment even their mother understood and made plans for the two Gleeful children to spend most the day with classmates while she tended to her own work from home. However, Mason and Mabel never had the slightest inkling something was very wrong, at least not until a mild fluctuation in the home they were spending the day with 'friend's' at suddenly had a eerie flickering of lights and something soured inside he twins and caused the two to take one another's hands though they couldn't understand what bothered them. They always joked about how the lights would go weird if they ever held hands and it at times even became simply a game to determine certain things-- but today, it wasn't them and when all the sirens began to shoot by in the near street, they were soon left to contend with a very unfortunate end to their birthday.

Mason didn't think it was possible. Not that his parent's were gone, in one way that should have brought relief, but he felt in some way responsible for not trying to stay home that day. Not finding a way to ultimately make sure at least Mom was okay, but what really seemed far too surreal to them was that ever single thing in their home-- the few toys, his favorite books he'd begun to collect, their small made gifts from school to their mother. All burnt to Ash with everything else, but what did survive was a book Dipper had never seen before. A brown leather bound journal that was emblazoned with a gold hand print-like decal, though it had six digits as opposed to a typical five. It had even been the least of his concern at first as he and Mabel slowly really began to take to heart what had happened mourn. It was in desperation for a distraction that Mason was the one to first open the odd book found at their former home, anything was better than the anxiety wondering what would happen after they had been shuffled into a foster home while awaiting news about some Great Uncle of their's that was suppose to be one of their few remaining relatives, especially on this side of the country.

It was a little creepy finding a note written to them but from a set the set of initials 'SFP' that neither twin could quite place or even guess without sounding quite far-fetched. However, it was Mason who first blurted out what just didn't seem real. Magic. This thing was about magic, not just about it. It was a spell book? It seemed pretty silly, but Dipper bad always been a hopeful for the strange and fantastic and Mabel found some happiness even in them just goofing off pretending they could magically do anything. Only once they settled on one of the many ridiculous sets of instructions and cants, eerie was how not only the place shook when they had started attempting it, weird was when it actually seemed to work, but the when Dipper grabbed at Mabel's hand to stop her from drawing in the book while she was playfully trying to turn the preposterous spell, that sent the wall of the the foster home they were facing loudly tearing and splintering off into the far distance after they had seen a strange glow near them. Mason and Mabel were at first horrified at that sight, but all too quickly it set in. They were-- well, they could cast magic. Witch, Wizard, whatever. This was crazy, but quickly gave the twins an outlet and distraction they much needed.

Yet, months went and even the few times they received a personal call from Great Uncle Stan, he was always vague about why he hadn't arrived for them-- or found a way to send them out there-- did he not want them? While they were not Mabel's worries, it did eat at Dipper and as obsessive and elated as the spellbook made him he wasn't sure what good it would do them if they had no real home, no guarantee people wouldn't try to separate them, or even want them. Time became Mason Gleeful's enemy as each week and every home they ended up always seemed to be trying to compete with their original home life, sure they had a bit more than just themselves to protect each other-- but, Dipper couldn't help wondering if the problem was two of them was just too much to ask anyone to take on and his growing anxiety with each unwelcoming home only seemed to leave Dipper worse and worse. Mason couldn't find it in him to eat, even sleep as certain thoughts consumed him even though his gaunt appearance went against his assurances he was okay to his sister. Hope just no longer seemed like it existed for both of them, at least it didn't feel like it did if he was there, but-- well.. maybe, if he... Ended it, ended himself then perhaps he'd been right all along. Maybe he'd only ever been holding Mabel back from happiness and both of them being thrown into Stan's life wouldn't be such an issue and have taken the man six months so far to find time for them. Dipper felt certain he'd found at least a worthwhile and final plan to make up what he could to his twin. -- only, had the emotional and sleep deprived preteen bothered to even try and sleep, talk to an individual, anything, he might have realized what dumb and horrible thing he was attempting-- but, nothing could sway him when Mabel had to embarrass herself that same day just to detract attention from Mason as a church bell caused an unexpected and historic unravelling of the young boy nearly in front of an entire neighborhood. With his self worth demolished and his uselessness proven in his mind, Mason decided to make what would be the worst and dumbest mistake in his life.

It was all a blur and his throat was on fire when a crack and scream of his name suddenly had him crashing hard into the ground beneath him. Mason wheezed, blue eyes wide as Mabel did not back off before she was grabbing and hitting at him, though not with intent to truly harm, but each slam of her hand stung, but nowhere near as much as her words as they tore into him. She couldn't believe him. She couldn't believe he would do this. She couldn't believe after everything he would leave her, that she wasn't enough to stay right there for. How could you, Dipper. How could you try and leave me here alone. It never occurred to him until the sheer betrayal in his sister's eyes mirrored back at him, spelling it out to him just how selfish and unfair he'd been-- how he'd ignored what always had meant more than anything in this world. He and his sister were a set, he'd betrayed the bond and love he always enjoyed set them apart from other kids. What made them... kinda weird. Mason learned quickly how spiteful the world liked to be after the day Mabel saved him, even in his teens and adulthood he can still remember ominous laughter in his dreams from those next few days, flashes of gold-- a creature mocking him, though he could never remember the thing it called him that made him wake so angry and empty all at once until the day morning Stan had shown up only three days later. See you soon, Hanging Tree.

He would never admit how biased and embittered he was toward his Great Uncle, in fact in time Mason quietly blamed the man and almost believed it was all part of some strange plan to weaken their trust in one another, to drive him into despair and choose only to arrive after he'd done something so terrible. As far as Dipper was concerned, Grunkle Stan was to blame-- he couldn't be bothered helping them when they needed him, he didn't come-- he didn't come. If he just came a week sooner, Mabel wouldn't look at him that distrustful way, and while he personally blamed Stan from the time they arrived in Gravity Falls, Oregon in that strange Mystery Shack, Maso knew and told her that he was totally aware that nothing he could say would make up for what he'd regret the rest of their lives, but he promised Mabel that he would live, he'd chase after immorality if they magic stuff thrown at them made it possible. If it would allow her to forgive him and trust he'd never leave her alone ever again, he'd make it happen that no one could harm or take either of them away from the other again. And thus, in the wake of their life completely shifting Dipper himself knew he'd have to change for the best, be the best-- and when it turned out their Great Uncle Ford had just re-entered their lives, they learned who's sent the strange book for them and despite Stan's protests, Ford quickly swept up the twins into his own plans for a new world an to show them the true power that laid within particular sects of magic.

Even Dipper had picked up on the fact, before Ford's reappearance, that there were all tyes of magic-- and as anyone could guess, there was a kind that was as dark as it's namesake. Neither twin had much interest in traversing that road and as much as Dipper disliked Stan, his indirect warnings about what his brother had gotten wrapped up in years again only made the most careful Gleeful child all the more wary of their new Uncle. It was only days later the twins had found amusement perusing in their Grunkles old props and outfits from their time as the Mysteru Twins as teens and the kids' own decision to bring it back to this town, mostly at Mabel's own enthusiasm and insistence while Dipper readily agreed to just about anything that would make Mabel happy and give them a reason to spend time together. But, that evening Mason was re-reading one of Ford's other journal's when he found something he recognized from his and Mabel's first few days wasting time in the woods and the strange shit that even they kept to themselves-- mostly because they did not want anyone actually believing they intentionally brought any harm to those Gnomes' Queen. But, the pair pinky swore to never speak of the strange series of events that left them in a precarious and unfortunate position-- however, one thing from that day that prove worth recalling was a particular glow he remembered when they had ended up near the fringes of the Falls. If he was right, the Journal had said these bioluminescent stones not only enhanced magic but other latent abilities like their Grunkles had described to them as having and they'd be able to fashion them into something they could wear and use as a focus. Unfortunately, Dipper never did catch the secret notations about the stones, atleast not until it was too late.

It had been quite successful and while the kids hadn't had a chance to meet much of anyone from the town yet, Mabel seemed rather adamant no one will be able to help wanting to be their friend after they blew their socks off with the one and only, Mystery Twins. Even Dipper agreed that sticking with his birth name helped their twin image and for him, he'd never been self-conscious of his birthmark except when their father had force him into a gaudy hat for years to hide Mason seeming like anymore of a little weirdo that he'd already given impression, even now he continued to seek hope in his mom's promise his birthmark meant great things and he was happy to show not only this town but his sister, he was proud of who they were and whatever they did pull off in the end. Mason hadn't reacted on the odd look Ford originally shot them after Mabel and he had obtained their amulet stones, it hadn't seemed that important amidst all the excitement and with Stan's help found someone to help them turn them into simple accessories. Mason hadn't been certain what his should be until an evening of rummaging in the shack led them to one what was some old outfit that seemed to fit the place the tone of the place, the untied string of a bolotie earning his interest as he made a joke a failed several time attempting to even adorn the thing until Mabel took over, poking fun at how it was a little too much like how she had to tie his shoes for him for way too long before he did it himself, sheerly because he kept getting distracted anytime Mabel tried to teach him the rhyme. Shoestrings just held no fascination, much like the tie, for now. Mabel approved of the bolo tie and Dipper shook his head, he did think it was a little folksy but when their gemstones were returned mounted to the appropriate item, even Dipper couldn't help agreeing that it not only suited him... but, something about it just felt right and the moment the hair clip Mabel had selected became part of her everyday ensemble and spell practice like Mason's own, the twin's fate was sealed in darkness.

While Ford did end up disappearing into research not too long after, he seemed rather intrigued by his Great Niece and Nephews choice jewelry, but knowingly so. The two preteens were excited for once in such bleak, bleak months. But, Ford used a magic word as he revisited the topic the twins had been resistant on for weeks. Ressurection. At the time, Mason thought he'd been the clever one for picking up on the word and his interest became ravenous even if he still had misgivings, but not even the young Gleeful could ignore such a glaring answer to the most devastating event in their lives. They could bring them-- well, her back. After all, he reasoned to Mabel, they had no interest in that stuff except this single thing. Mabel hadn't liked it, something just seemed wrong even for magic to bring someone dead back, even if it id bring their Mother back, but Mason pressed that it couldn't hurt to try. Why would they even have these gifts and besides, if they lost their Grunkles what would they even do? This could make everything okay again. It seemed quite reasonable at the time, wishful hopes of still mourning children that opened the way to depravity.

The twins were unaware of their amulets that slowly corrupted and stole away their ability to actually discern certain things that at one time they vaguely remembered being wrong. Yet, more and more they couldn't recall or lacked the desire to worry about as long as nothing got in their way. Weeks ago, the moment they even realized actual human souls were part of their bright idea, they had discarded the idea completely but something slowly ebbed at them, they thought it was how much they missed their mother, but the apprehension Mason knew he had for a reason didn't see as... vital anymore. After all, they could just pick people that didn't deserve theirs-- or.... they could always maybe choose those about to die anyway. It was so wrong, something neither Gleeful would have even considered before, while Mason knew it wasn't a good thing to do t0 most, he just didn't see why he couldn't take what someone no longer needed or deserved to do what they needed. The downward spiral approached in a blur and what had once been unthinkable became an everyday part of the very shows that their town couldn't get enough of.

A part of the twins always had them hesitant, it felt like something wasn't right and Mason had very nearly figured it out when he was using their break for a rehearsal to go back through each journal, coming back to the page he originally learned of the stones on when he saw a faint glow on the page thanks to blacklight part of the stage that almost just as quickly flickered out-- He knew what that wasn, only inv-- Mason's attention had been completely cut at the sound of Mabel snapping 'Let Go of my arm..' at some unknown that had Dipper bolting outside the Tent of Telepathy to find his sister, fear all too failiar from their home rising in him when he was presented with a man he recalled vaguely from somewhere-- a.. newspaper. Wasn't he connected to some girl... something with the next county. She was found d-- That made Mason's eyes narrow as the memory clicked and he realized the man was exactly what he was talking about. Scum. Worse than their father. Someone who had no right being here, even though weeks ago he was the same person that had insisted no one got to decide who lived or died. Mabel was trying to not do anything too showy, but the guy had already made the mistake of going near Mabel and Mason wasn't sure what possessed him when he sent the man flying, the audible crack he heard registering something to him as he slowly approached the man as his life drained away. Human's were oddly fragile... no, he corrected himself at his new observation, --pathetic. That's it. Right or wrong, he'd like to see anyone of them try to stop them from taking back what this world had taken from them.

Mason Gleeful hadn't considered that in all this time, he'd gained the one thing he'd been treated like he'd never have, while also gaining a frustrating and constant onset of white hair that Mabel combatted as well. Power. Those with the power set the rules, they demand respect. The thought made him angry, unsure why until he realized he was jubuliantly recalling and believing rantings of his father that had been repeated in the many times his Dad made certain his son would never forget who was in power before his death. It disgusted him to be thinking it, but it did not draw any similarity between them. He simply intended to make sure that with the power their family now wielded, which was something he learned more and more of after his introduction to the Demon he playe a large role in ensalving to him and his sisters, originally associated with Ford, Will Cipher, but, with the right research and an amazing plan they could practically be Gods, no one would ever be able to harm or take what they did not wish to be taken from them again.

Ford had been so disappointed at first the twins held up so strongly to amulet's corruption, but just as he'd hoped. His favored of the two, Mason and his obvious oddity on proud display on his forehead, let the elder sorcerer see what he believed would be someone to carry on his work should he not see his new world come to pass. All that was left was simple, something he and Stan had seen with their own monstrous father, perfect ability to set sibling against sibling. Once he had at least once feeling left out or isolated, the rest would come with ease. Something that only became easier as one found friends and popularity while the other tried to shake off admirers when he wasn’t trying to charm them and be left to his studies.

TBC maybe. There's more. But this a general summary of things for Mason Gleeful's main verse without spelling out the rest of Weirdmageddon and such.

UNDER CONSTRUCTION
▍ NAME:
masondipper pines.
▍ ALIAS
pinetree, mr. paranoid, brobro, dipstick, captain dippingsauce, sir dippington, etc.
▍ AGE:
verse dependent, in canon 13 by end of season 2. defaults to age relative of partner's character.
▍ GENDER:
male
▍ BIRTHDAY:
august 31st
▍ SUN SIGN:
virgo
▍ RESIDENCE:
verse dependent. canon home in piedmont, california. heart left in gravity falls, oregon.
▍ ALIGNMENT:
verse dependent, main verse is lawful Good with some hints of chaotic at times.
▍ SEXUALITY:
oh-god-theyre-cute-xual pansexual

q: who creates your icons?
a: as of 1/20/2018, the psd for my icons is credited to @aricommissions who i commissioned for it. all art used for icons are credited to their respective artists. all i do is modify them into a size that fits the psd.

q: tay, why is this mostly empty?
a: no one's asked anything yet, duh.

• canon
• crossover
• au
• closed