Creative Writing: The Day Dipper
The thirty-first of August was a day Dipper both loved and hated. It meant he had survived another year without Bill Cypher rearing his triangular head but, that he was a year closer to that eventuality. On one particularly paranoid night, he had ground up moonstone and unicorn hair into a magical ink and snuck out to a shady tattoo parlour with a fake id and two years worth of saved allowance. So here he was on his sixteenth birthday trying to figure out how to hide the wards he had etched into his upper body from his parents. Mable thought it would be a good idea to have her sweet sixteen on the beach and as her twin brother, he was obligated to let her have her way at least on her sixteenth birthday."Well, the cat was going to come out of