Happy Birthday TAU; thanks for making grad school bearable and introducing me to some of my bestest friends.
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Henry looked up to see four highly expectant sets of eyes on him.
“You’re not feeling funny are you?” Dipper asked.
Henry thought about it.
“My teeth hurt and I’d really rather not finish this bag.”
“BUT YOU GOT TO,” Grenda pointed out.
Candy nodded. “We need to know for science.”
Henry sighed, then leaned his head back and dumped the rest of the bag into his mouth before he could talk himself out of it.
Everyone waited with bated breath for a long minute, except for Henry, who was trying not to puke from shoving sugar powder into his throat without any water.
Finally, Mabel asked, “Are you seeing the dogs?”
Henry shook his head.
“What about the Rainbow Kingdom?”
“Afraid not.”
Mabel grabbed him by the shoulders and shook him in a way that she thought was gentle but just jostled his abused stomach more. “WHERE IS AOSHIMA?”
“Mabel, honey, I’m going to throw up if you don’t stop.”
Dipper gently pulled his sister back. “We gotta face the facts Mabel. Henry is Smile Dip-proof.”
“I’m… Henry, I’m so sorry.”
“I think I’ll be okay Mabel.” But still she looked utterly dejected so he went on. “But perhaps Stan isn’t?”
Mabel’s face broke into a wicked grin, to match the one that her brother, the literal demon, also wore.
“Oh that’s an excellent idea. Grenda, can you and Candy hold Stan down?”
“YES BECAUSE I DON’T SKIP ARM DAY.”
Candy glared at Grenda. “We’ve talked about this before; different gym routines work for different people-”
The four of them hurried out of the room, leaving Henry alone in peace and quiet. Since there was no way he’d be getting up for the next hour without puking, he might as well take the rare opportunity to steal the TV for himself. Now where was that remote…?
“I’m over here!” said the remote from inside the couch cushions.
“Thank you.”
(he didn’t remember the Food Network ever being so…. technicolor. And none of the food looked even remotely able to be eaten by humans. Weird.)
Tag: candy
Psychic Singularity Ch 19
Hank had lost track of how long they had been walking and just what
direction they had been going in. The nightmares were leading the way,
while he and Gravity Falls were distracted keeping Uncle Dipper’s
Curiosity and Adventurer under control.Despite the whining of
both aspects Hank had kept the child leashes, and they hadn’t managed to
get out of them yet. Hank wasn’t questioning how the two aspects hadn’t
managed to wiggle free yet, all things considered – well, okay, he was
questioning, just not out loud where they could hear him and get ideas.It was a good thing that they hadn’t been attacked yet, and Hank was grateful for that, when he had a chance to think.
Still, with all the noise they were making, that was a bit of a miracle.
Gravity
Falls, for their part, was still apparently amused by Curiosity and
Adventurer’s antics, and Hank suspected it was distracting Gravity Falls
from the discomfort or downright pain that came from the circumstances
they found themselves in.Gravity Falls seemed to be extra amused
by how often Curiosity tried to climb trees, resembling a giant cat on a
leash as he did. If it weren’t for the leashes, the two of them would
have lost the aspects long ago.Up ahead, That of Teeth and Bessie
went still in the way only a supernatural creature could, as quiet and
frozen as a statue. At the ends of their leashes, halfway up a tree and
inspecting a bush respectively, Curiosity and Adventurer mimicked them,
all four looking in the same direction.Sharing a glance with
Gravity Falls, Hank shifted his weight to his good leg, hefting the
staff Aunt Candy had given him that he’d been using as a walking stick,
getting it into position for an attack.Hank didn’t allow himself to relax when two more of Uncle Dipper’s sheep shoved their way through the underbrush.
Psychic Singularity Ch 16
Melody woke up with her face buried in something soft, warm, and faintly smelling of raspberries.
She squeaked and flailed, finally managing to pull her face from the
wool of a nightmare, who was watching her with a mixture of concern and
amusement, which was an interesting expression for a sheep.“Well,” she said, sitting back on her heels. “That was different.”
The sheep nodded solemnly, a second coming up to nudge at Melody’s
shoulder. Melody worked herself up to her feet, patting herself off. “I
missed your names in all the confusion,” she commented.“M̢a͝r̴y,” the nightmare she’d faceplanted into said, while the other baaed out, “Gra̕sblut̡tr͟in̵k͜er͏.”
Melody paused for a moment before shrugging. “Grass…blood drinker?
Okay. Right. Anyway.” She looked around, hands on hips, and sighed.
“Yeah, I have no clue where we are. That was…” she sighed again.Really, Melody thought she’d gotten used to things in Gravity Falls
since moving there permanently. She’d even gotten used to Soos’
not-quite-but-totally-was little brother being a literal demon now, even
if it killed her sometimes to remember how small he’d been when the
Transcendence happened, the few times she’d seen him before it all went
down.“I’m getting too old for this,” Melody muttered, before clapping her
hands, startling the nightmares. “Right! No more complaining! Off we
go!” She paused again, looking around at the unfamiliar landscape.
“Which way do you vote?”Both nightmares did their equivalent to a shrug, before Mary said, “This
wa̷y̶,҉ p̧erha̶ps? I͝ ̸bel͘i̶ev̕e i̴n t̛his ̶pla͘c͜e ͢t̷h͢ąt ͘o̢ur͢
in̢tentio͞ns҉ ̕coun͜t a̧s mưc͜h as ̸our di͘re͞c͘tions͠.”“Eh, sounds as good of a plan as any,” Melody agreed. “Ugh, wish I’d worn better shoes today for hiking.”
Psychic Singularity Ch 03
The town of Gravity Falls was torn when Mabel finished her story of what had happened so far that day.
There was sympathy that Dipper was suffering, but there was anger,
too, that he was dragging them into it, even if he was apparently
unwilling and unconscious of doing it.And beneath the anger, ran worry, for themselves and for Dipper, that only made everyone more anxious, angrier and more afraid.
They were arguing amongst each other about what to do and what was
going on as soon as Mabel had finished, getting louder by the minute and
ignoring the Pines.One of the Flock butted against Mabel’s side, and she stumbled into her daughter’s side with an ‘oomph’.
Most of the Flock (and there were a lot of them now, more than Bill
had ever had, and it was looking like he was going to have more than any
demon before, according to a mostly proud, slightly worried Dipper)
were moving to line the walls and cluster around the weakest points of
the building, while a smaller cluster stood nearby and watched the Pines
family (and adopted family) with worrying intensity.
Psychic Singularity Ch 02
Mabel was the first to struggle to her feet, as her husband and
grunkles were still tangled up with each other on the floor, slowly
fighting their way free as she scrambled up.She could hear the kids downstairs, Willow and Hank and Vivi crowding
around the bottom of the stairs and calling. Counting on having a
minute before they came upstairs, she tried to feel out for Dipper. The
bond from her to him was weaker than him to her, but usually she could
feel him, and pull on it to get him to come home.She felt out and…nothing. She couldn’t feel anything from her
brother, at all, not the faintest hint of where he was or what he was
feeling, and that never happened, not unless…Hoping he was just shielding from her, she started downstairs,
brushing past her Grunkles, who were now on their feet and glaring at
each other, though thankfully not fighting yet.Usually she’d try and do something about that, but Henry gave her a
sigh and a nod as she looked at him, letting her know he’d take over
this time. She gave a half smile and hurried downstairs, knowing if she
stayed upstairs she’d get distracted trying to help.“Your uncle’s having a freak out, your great-great-uncle threw holy
water at him and he disappeared, normal day in the Pines house,” she
called to her kids as she hurried past them into the kitchen.
HC: At Mabel’s wedding, when she tosses the bouquet, Candy, Grenda, and Melody end up chasing it. Candy seems to be about to catch it when Dipper appears and knocks EVERYONE out of the way. He wrecks the wedding, but Mabel can’t stop laughing because he DID catch the bouquet and he has the most smug look that she’s ever seen, even on him.
Candy and Grenda are furious; Dipper doesn’t even want to get married and this is SO NOT FAIR.
I forgot that I was in anon for that wedding ask, oops
But here’s a picture to accompany it
Mabel had Soos filming the wedding and everyone was lucky it had a slow-motion mode
Would Hank play DD&MD with Dipper (and maybe Ford, when he’s there)? Who all would play?
A. Absolutely!
B. Dipper, Ford, Hank, Candy, and Hank’s friends from school Tallulah and EveMarie are the core DD&MD group. Willow is the swing hitter when either Ford isn’t home or she feels like it. Acacia likes DD&MD in theory but unless it’s her artwork she literally cannot sit still for the amount of time needed to play.
Let us know what kind of campaigns/alignments you think these crazy kids would come up with!
Pseudomnesia 4/8, Part 2
In which a scavenger hunt (minus the clues) begins and the Mystery Cult expands its membership. Elsewhen, elsewhere, Mabel fights a warlock and Dipper makes his first deal with Henry. Whistling figures prominently.
Part 4 (Part 2) of this trainwreck.
I’m a good three weeks late this time around, but I’m gonna say it anyway. Happy birthday, TAU! Maybe one of these days I will finish unwrapping your present.
“Just tear it off!” someone shouts.
“I like to save the paper,” I say, carefully peeling off another corner.
Three Year Anniversary
It’s three years since the end of the world and- what is that?
Mabel Pines takes a deep breath. It is not enough, she has to take another and another. In the corner Dipper Pines has forgotten how to reform himself into human shape. He is a mass of black bile, a thousand eyes, and glowing gold areas of energy leaking out from every curve.
“We’ve got brown hair, brobro. Remember?” she says finally. The mass, Dipper it’s still Dipper, writhes in unreality. She smiles at him. “We’ve got brown hair and brown eyes.You’ve got a birthmark on your forehead.”
As she speaks Dipper closes his many eyes and shifts to match her description. The skin is a little too waxy. The suit is a little too clean.
Dipper mimics her deep breath. “I think I just had a power up.”
“Awesome!” says Mabel. “But you made yourself waaay too tall.”
Their conversation is punctuated by a small explosion in the subbasement.
It’s the end of the world and Candy Chiu holds the fire extinguisher high. They have just prevented a being from another reality from mating with Dr. Pines face.
She isn’t sure she likes Interning with Dr. Pines. He doesn’t seem to believe in the laws of physics or OSHA compliance. He seems to be taking the existence of aliens in stride. She’s not sure what he’ll write on her letter of recommendation to be an engineer. It is however a great chance to try out all her different ideas for weapons. The extinguisher she’s holding also doubles as a flame thrower.
It’s the end of the world and Stan Pines is sitting in the corner of the lab laughing at both of them. He appears to be rooting for the monster. When Dr. Pines finally pulls it from his head Stan punches it back through the newly made portal. They tease each other. The brothers are comfortable enough to joke again.
Candy can’t wait to see what happens next.
It’s the end of the world and Tad Strange has replaced his arm with a lobster claw. Whoopsyadaisy!
It’s the end of the world and Pacifica Northwest is braiding Old Man McGucket’s beard. She’s starting to think she likes helping people; likes taking care of them. If only she were any good at it- the braid turns into a tangle and gets all sorts of hair in his soup. He plays a song for her on his banjo.
“Oh my darlin’,
Oh my darlin’,
Oh my darlin’, Pacifica~
She’s gainin’ her independence-
‘Cause she’s really terrifica~”
Pacifica covers her mouth but still can’t stop the giggles.
It’s the end of the world and Grenda is kissing a vampire. He’s a little bitey. If kissing every kind of cute boy IN THE WORLD wasn’t on her bucket list she thinks she’d probably deck him. She thinks it over and decides to deck him anyway.
It’s the end of the world and Wendy’s back in town. It looks smaller somehow, now that she’s been all around the country beating down nasties. She finds the people here seem kinder where before she’d found them boring. Most of her old crew has gone on to their next thing; Robbie and Tambry went off to different colleges, Lee and Nate wanted to be cops which still blows her mind, even Thompson is in some kind of SynthCountry Pop Group touring round Sacramento.
That’s okay. When it matters Wendy always knows where to find the beating heart of Gravity Falls.
She wanders to The Mystery Shack, ignores the ‘Closed for Honeymoon!!! :)’ sign on the door, puts her muddy feet up on the counter like she used to. “Can I get some service here?” Wendy shouts as a cool as she can. “How’s a girl supposed to get ripped off around here?”
“Wendy!” Mabel levitates down the stairs. Her hug feels like it comes with an extra unseen weight. “Dipper’s here too. He’s just a little tired out today.”
When Wendy closes her eyes she’s sure she can feel the beating of wings, smell the copper tang of blood, sense an eye looking at her. She ignores those instincts and high fives the air.
“It’s okay, dudes,” says Wendy. “It’s not the end of the world.”
Perhaps she’s right.
We’re still here.
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