Had another thought, this one for older Mabel who can’t go out to bash cults as much as she starts to get older, mainly due to pains and things from a lifetime of cult bashing. Probably realizing after one particular cult bashing that her back starts to ache and she’s not hitting as hard and she’s kind of down about getting old. So her kids decide to get her something special
A tricked out Pickup Truck; A large forward grill rammer, reinforced plate with enough heat resistant charm to power through a dragon’s breath, Dwarven made roll cage and engine, Rainbow Chrome Finish, also a little emergency button called Rainbow Road and Cupholders
And an emergency summoning circle in the bed of the pickup truck basically she might not be able to fight as well but now she can car bash through people.
The Rainbow Basher.
http://transcendence-au.tumblr.com/post/129904841107/rainbow-basher-mabels-new-ride
AN: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uZS0WIQI7UU this is the music I’m hearing for the last third of this fic. So for an enhanced experience, come back up and open this up when you get there. 😉
Mabel fell into the couch at the Library, and oof, even that hurt.
Getting older was the worst.
She hadn’t realized how it was creeping up on her, but she’d found a streak of grey in her hair last week (she’d brushed it off as a consequence of having three kids and a demon brother, then proceeded to tickle Dipper until he cried when he tried to tease her about it. He had streaks to match, now. Twins forever.).
But now…she knew she’d hit that cultist, but he hadn’t gone down with one hit like they used to, when she was younger. Yeah, she’d taken him out, but she was sore now, and her back was complaining at her in a way it hadn’t before.
Old wounds were starting to hurt, too, on rainy mornings, and she understood now why Grunkle Stan had so much trouble moving some mornings.
And it was only a month until her and Dipper’s next birthday. She’d wanted to do something big, a real blowout bash for turning fifty, it wasn’t that old!
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