beelieveinbees said: What are some specific mundane objects that the triplets are fond of? (Like, I have a water bottle I really like. Stuff like that)
Acacia: A small tupperware bowl, that lost it’s lid long long ago, and has become a cereal bowl. When she was little she would bodily fight Willow or Hank for that bowl, and when she went to college, the little brown plastic container went with her.
Hank: One of Grunkle Dan’s old flannel shirts. Grunkle Dan left it over at their house when they were ten, and Hank kind of adopted it. It lasted twenty seven years (kept alive by two separate demonic deals) and when it finally fell irrevocably apart, he had Mabel take the pieces and create four small dolls for his kids out of them.
Willow: A massive river stone that Acacia covered in random bits of glitter glue. It feels good in her hand.
And one more. I think that this video is adorable, but I get the idea it might be less so to somebody who doesn’t like baby rats. This was their immediate reaction to me putting the plastic flowers down on the bed.
Anyone who hasn’t ever had rats has no idea how much they love things. Any things. More than possibly any other animal you can imagine.
Yeah, I wish I could fly or run at super speed or teleport. Whose doesn’t?! But the superpower I crave most acutely is the ability to dreamwalk.
There are innocent uses. You show up in your friend’s recurring nightmares and tell her that this time, it’ll be okay – she’s safe, her dreams are made of dust and fantasy, and she can control them. You chase off the monsters and demons and teach her how to turn lucidity on and off. She can rest easy without your help.
But oh, god, you can also make the person who gave her those nightmares in the first place pay for it. Sleep tight, shitlord! What’s the matter? Did you have a bad dream? Are you ready to have bad dreams for the rest of your life? I hope you like sleep deprivation, asshole, ‘cause I’ve got a full tank of nightmare fuel and you’re riding shotgun.
Corrupt politician ready to vote for an evil bill? He can’t prove that you terrorize his dreams! Maybe he’s a rich bastard who will never experience any of the horrible consequences of his actions first hand…but he’s a rich bastard who wakes up screaming every night because The Ghost of Christmas Fuck You has come a-calling.
Honest to god this is so close to my mood right now I am cackling. Holy shit.
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