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How was Mark and Anna’s opinion over the twins as they grew older? I would still think that they would much rather believe that Dipper is dead rather than a demon. The biggest thing that I wonder is Mabel and the triplets, we don’t see much interaction between the three and their grandparents…

Dipper is far, far too real for them to ever pretend that he was dead. And, to be honest, they could never do that. They love him too much for that. Mark and Anna have a very difficult and strained relationship with Dipper, absolutely, but they can never fool themselves in thinking he’s dead. 

(also for the sheer amount of pictures with triplets being held in empty air and occasional ones where dipper shows up that Mabel sends them like- no denying Dipper is around.)

As for the triplets- things are definitely very awkward with Mark and Anna (especially after California). 

But.

But Mark and Anna love Mabel and Dipper, and of course love the triplets. There is no denying that. The triplets are their only grandchildren, and ofc the kids aren’t going to see Arnold and Rita. 

Once or twice a year, Mabel and Henry send the triplets to visit Mark and Anna for a week. It keeps Mark and Anna from having to come up to Gravity Falls too often and deal with…. awkwardness, and it lets the kids get to know their grandparents. And to be fair, all parties involved usually have a good time. Acacia loves going to Grandma and Zaydee’s house because there’s a sweet tree in the backyard she can hang out in (Mabel is very salty that Anna lets Acacia climb that tree when she never could but #grandparents). Hank by age 4 had befriended the entire neighborhood and loves seeing his California friends. Willow…. Willow can see the lingering colors in the house, in her grandparents’ auras… so it’s harder for her. But she does love cooking with Grandma.

There’s a distance, between Mark and Anna, and their grandchildren, and their children. It’s a distance that is only partially bridged. At the end of the day, if you pushed the triplets, their true grandparent would be Stan. 

It’s not perfect. 

But its better than nothing.

seiya234:

“OHMYGOSH DIPPER NOOOOOOO!”

Mabel ran through the house, stomping and giggling with a carrot in one hand and an onion in the other.

Dipper chased after her, hands full of blue fire and buttwings flapping furiously away.

“Mabel you’re not funny! Thotpth!” he lisped, still not used to the darn fangs in his mouth.

She turned a sharp corner and ran into the kitchen.

“Whatever, you’d make a great food processor Dipdop!”

“M̸̲̗a̛̱̻͖̺b͖͈̫̮̹͉ͅel͇̥̙!̤”

“Your mouth is maaaaaaaaaaaaagiiiiiiiiiiiiiic!” she yelled as she pulled the back door open and ran out into the yard. He followed after her only to be tackled by his twin.

Root vegetables were thrust in front of his face.

“Make magic happen with your mouth!” Mabel crooned as she got up off of her brother, lost in fantasies of her brother and his Made For TV serrated teeth.

She was wide open, laying under the tree with the tire swing in their back yard.

Dipper pounced, hands full of blue fire, and began to tickle Mabel, who screamed with laughter from the onslaught.

“Dipper noooo stoooop!” Mabel cried, batting at his face and laughing so hard that tears came to her face. He continued his assault, tickling Mabel on the ribs, even as she kicked at his shins and tried her best to pull on his wings, giving it as good as she got. He hadn’t felt this happy in a few d-

“Dipper get away from her right now or else.”

The twins froze.

There was Mom, with a small plastic container of water that glowed to Dipper’s eyes and he knew without anyone saying that his mom had it blessed by the priest at the Catholic church by their house last week. He didn’t know how she could see him though since-

Oh. The fire. On Mabel.

Waves of worry and fear and anxiety rolled off her so thick that Dipper felt like he would choke, like he would drown under the emotion coming from his parents.

Speaking of which, they both passed through him as they rushed over to Mabel, even though she was fine, even though neither of them seemed to notice the tears coming to her eyes as they asked if she was okay, hesitantly let her know that if Dipper was hurting her she didn’t need to stand up for him, really honey, your health is more important, trust us-

Dipper faded away from the yard.

Mabel needed him, but then and there he would only do more damage than actual help.

(He came back after their Mom had gently let Mabel know that if Dipper was hurting her, she didn’t have to stand up for him, and things had gone downhill from there.)

HC: right when alcor destroys himself and releases his spirit, his spirit is greeted by Mabel, and slowly is met with love and embrace from his family, not just the triplets, not just his parents, but everyone his life has touched and made better. like the last guest to a family reunion. Thousands of people greeting the spirit of one boy, who have been waiting for an eternity to see him in his true form, no longer a monster, finally together at last.A happy ending at last

Prompt: We’ve seen Mabel meeting Henrys parents but not the other way around. When did Henry first meet Mark and Anne, and how did it go?

seiya234:

“You found a nice young man honey.”

Mabel, joining her mother in the door way, nodded.

“I think so too.”

The subject under discussion was currently engrossed by the information scrolling on the TV, Dad having hooked up his computer to the box to take advantage of the bigger screen. Both men were locked in quiet discussion, completely ignoring the world around them.

“What are they working on again?” her Mom asked. 

Another person, another time, and Mabel would have simply summed it up as “boring nerd stuff.” But now, she screwed her face up trying to remember, remember, remember- oh!

“Something to do with book digitization and putting the older stuff in the library online!” Mabel said proudly, thinking about the long hours she and Henry had put in with the overhead scanner that Grunkle Stan had probably not stolen at the Shack.

Mom smiled. “You really do like him, don’t you?”

“I think he’s it. For realsies this time, he’s it.”

Mom took a sip of coffee. They watched Henry and her Dad continue to scroll through the data on the screen.

“Have you told him yet? About your brother?”

“Of course I did! Dipper met Henry the same time I did! They got along just great and-”

“And he still stayed with you?”

As soon as it was out of her mother’s mouth, Mabel could tell that she regretted saying it, that she hadn’t meant to sound unkind.

But it was still there in the air, lingering.

Mabel shook as a chill danced up her spine, the kitchen of her childhood suddenly losing it’s warmth.

“Yes. He did.” 

What does dipper sound like? I mean, I know what ALCOR sounds like (an eldritch abyss given a voice) but what does dipper sound like when he floats around the house or something.

The same squeaking kitten sneezing dork that he usually sounds like though there’s an undertone in his voice; not quite an echo but there’s something… off. 

It takes some getting used to. Mark and Anna never could manage it, and though Henry did his best to hide it, the first two months living in the house, Dipper’s voice managed to raise goosebumps on his skin every time Dipper talked.

(the triplets never have that problem-sense memory of the double vibration of dipper’s voice in the womb-)

The Right Choice

chiropter36:

Happy 2nd birthday, TAU!  And me only a day late with my fic, yay!

This is from the prompt “Mark and Anna try.“  Minor spoiler warning for Journal #3 (really just Dipper’s real name being used by someone who didn’t know him and wouldn’t be aware of his preference).

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Anna Pines was in the living room balancing her checkbook when she heard the front door open.

Technically, she’d already worked out finances for the month – she liked to keep on top of these things – and had already double-checked the whole thing yesterday, so this was a bit obsessive even for her.  But about an hour ago a breaking news article had popped up on her web feed, showing images of a family of tourists that had been discovered turned to stone outside Mt. Rushmore (a gorgon was suspected), and, well…suddenly she’d found the need for some nice, distracting busy work.

It was around the time Mabel usually got home from school, so the door opening didn’t raise any red flags in Anna’s head.  What did register was the sound of her teenage daughter stomping up the stairs without even calling a greeting, followed by the understated, I am a blossoming young woman and do not throw childish tantrums I simply desire the world to know that I have beef with it, not-quite-slamming of Mabel’s bedroom door.

Anna sighed, tapping her pen compulsively against the table as she began the usual mental debate of whether to go up and try to find out what was wrong, or just assume that Mabel needed some alone time.

Probably not actually alone, of course; if she was upset Dipper would probably be with her.  He usually went to and from school with his sister, or so Mabel assured them.  (And so Anna gathered from the multiple well-meaning teachers and counselors who asked in concerned whispers if she and Mark were getting their daughter therapy or grief counseling, citing incidents of conversations with thin air and defiant insistences that the empty seat next to her was taken.)

Coming to a decision, Anna determinedly set down her checkbook and pen and headed upstairs, steeling herself and hoping that she wasn’t about to make things worse.

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Meeting A Star

phenyxsnest:

Close friends and family see Dipper’s object form for the first time.

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Mabel

Mabel stared at her brother, blinking slowly. He blinked back with a single eye, tiny little pipe cleaner arms shifting restlessly.

This was new.

Part of Mabel was screaming, huddling down inside her sweater, memories of a a triangle and her brother’s screams echoing inside her head.

The rest was seeing through her brother’s bravado, his attempt at pretending everything was okay, as if he wasn’t upset about this development.

“…you think this is permanent?” she asked after a few minutes had passed, needing to say something but this time worried about saying something that would send both of them spiraling out of control and knowing she had to be the adult in this situation despite their parents being just downstairs because they wouldn’t be any help right now and that wasn’t fair to her but it was the truth.

The joking could come later, to make them both feel better.

“No, I’m just too tired to stay human shaped,” her brother answered, thankfully,  both of them relieved by his answer. “I think how I usually look is my default form now, and this is sort of…a power saving mode? I’m still working on the details.”

Mabel nodded as Dipper spoke, doing her best to hide how freaked she’d been. He could see her moods now, faintly, so he had to know, but it didn’t mean she had to be obvious about it. Now that she was calming down, though…well…her brother was pretty cute as a star.

But he was also still pretty obviously upset about this. Well, that couldn’t stand! It was time to unleash the Power of Mabel!

“Wait here, broseph,” she said, gesturing with both hands outspread. “Just hang out in here and wait.”

Impatiently, and more than a little nervously, Dipper waited. He knew Mabel loved and accepted him, but…what ifs kept playing through his mind, and he began to float back and forth across the room, the closest he could come to pacing while like this.

This was going to be a long wait.

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Sacorum

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Bill has been destroyed, the Transcendence has made fantasy real across the globe, and the Pines twins are finally returning home to Piedmont. Widespread existence of magic and myth has taken its toll on the world, but the worst is over and a bright future is ahead.
Things are finally looking up. Normalcy finally seems to be settling back in, that is, until Dipper falls violently ill.

Foul play is suspected. Things only go downhill from there.

This is my take on an origins fic! I started it quite a while ago but only picked it up again quite recently. I don’t think I’ve ever posted it to this blog so… I dunno if I’m doing this right, not gonna lie. ¯_(ツ)_/¯

Dipper is a historical figure. Mabel is a historical figure. Stan and Soos and Wendy and basically a lot of people have some sort of transcendence history attached to them in the future. Sooo… what about Mark and Anna?

Lost to the sands of time.

Perhaps there’s a whisper here or there. They probably come up for anyone doing the genealogy of the Pines family.

But they made a decision that they wanted nothing to do with Dipper and Mabel’s new world. They obviously didn’t think of it like that, didn’t mean any harm by that.

But they let the weird and strange pass them by, and as such, so did time.