Hello all! If you know me from my other works then you're aware that I'm not on break currently and don't have any time to write. However, with help from the amazing Risingsm0ke I've managed to whip up a few things. I asked her to send me as many words as she wanted and, upon receiving them, I would write a short vignette centered around whatever that word inspires.

If you would like to add some word/s PM Risingsm0ke or leave a review. Should they be used you will be given credit in the provided vignette.

This will all be written completely at my own pace and there will be no particular rhythm to my updates.

Sluggish

Dipper dragged himself out of bed, feeling like someone had replaced his legs with Jell-O during the night, and readied himself for a new day. His eyes were a little delayed in opening so he performed his morning duties through hooded lids and with fumbling fingers. Drudging downstairs he greeted Mabel at the kitchen table with a sound somewhere between a mumble and a moose's bugle.

"Hey bro bro, do y-" he did not find her unfinished question strange- Mabel being Mabel and all- until she started laughing. The sound was loud and like a bolt of electricity, jump-started his brain into gear. Blinking wildly Dipper extended his arms and looked down at his torso to find he'd accidentally mistaken his sister's nightgown as a shirt and was wearing it under his vest.

"Aw man, seriously?" he groaned as Stan stumbled in with a camera.

The joke remained as a regular haunt on the poor pre-teen for the remainder of the summer.

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