this is beautiful and I am forever here for slight Henry discomfort.
Double points if Dipper makes eldrich mewing noises on top of that.
Tag: dipnip
So one time Dipper sorta has a really bad cough. It’s not a big deal, just sometimes when he’s talking to someone he’ll just break out in little coughing fits. One day he can’t stop, and ends up coughing out a red furball and Mabel just starts pissing herself while Henry backs out of the room because Dipper what the fuck did you do to Henry while you were high
Like… y’know, nyah.
Probably Henry trying to explain something that Dipper did after he was on Dipnip
I agree 100% with that post about dipnip and consent but now all I can think about is Dipper glaring at someone while pointing at them with a finger and being like ‘I hope you’re ready to be carried from your shirt and licked clean for three hours because I’m gonna get hella high and I’m never letting you go’ (bonus points if it’s Henry. Dipper trying to carry Henry around by the ‘scruff’, floating as high as he can bc of how tall Henry is. And Henry just. Stands there while his wife cackles)
In reference to this post. 🙂
no mabes he got into it himself you must hide it better
Remember the wonderful Sarah and David from these two fics? Well now there’s more from Feneris!
The Branches of the World Tree
It all started with one of David and Sarah’s cats. Skitz had been leaving dead griffins on their front porch for weeks now, and for the life of them, David and Sarah couldn’t figure out where he was getting them.
They were not prepared however, to discovered that Yggdrasil had been more aptly named than anyone had ever realized.
And
Supernatural Powers of the Common House Cat
Cats, had powers. Too be fair, nearly everything in the post-transcendence world had powers. But cats were particularly well known, as they frequently manifested the abilities of invisibility and teleportation. Despite how well known these powers were, the exact extent of them was poorly understood. Partially because powers varied between individual cats, but mostly because the cats rarely felt like cooperating with the researchers.
Enjoy!
Yggdrasil Headcannons
If a person picks Yggdrasil, they will discover that the plant’s roots fad from existence before they go down too deep. This is because Yggdrasil is like a mushroom. The part you see on the surface is only one part of a much larger organism.
Yggdrasil is a tree that spans time, space, and the multiverse. It’s branches punch through the fabric of reality in order to draw in sunlight and air. It’s roots span whole worlds and timescales to draw in water, mineral and magical energy.
The whole plant can’t be said to exist in any one place or time. You could eradicate all traces of Yggdrasil in your dimension and it would still come back because the rest of the plant would still be alive and well in other dimensions.
It is possible to follow the branches and roots of the world tree in order to travel to other times and places. There are things that live in it’s branches and roots and sustain themselves on the leaves, fruit, and sap of the tree. As well as those things who sustain themselves on the trees other inhabitants.
Prompt: At some point Mabel is read twin souls fanfics on a tablet on her bed and Dipper, all dipnipped up does the cat thing were they JUST WONT LET YOU READ (ps. That is inspired by my cat doing that exact thing right now).
TBH he does this off the nip too because “oh my god Mabel Mabel stop P L E A S E”
someone falls into a wells.or is pushed into one.
It was a rare Saturday that there were no errands to be run, things to be fixed, or fires to put out (more often then not they were literal fires as well.) Henry put his cup of coffee down and settled into the porch swing for a long afternoon of reading in the sun.
Dipper drifted out of the house, physical and visible to Henry’s eye thanks to a pie Mabel had sacrificed to him earlier (they had been married for a year now, and Henry had learned not to ask what was in the pie.) In his arms were multiple glass bottles, of different sizes and colors.
Curious now, Henry watched as Dipper drifted over to the large hole in the front yard that both Mabel and Stan had assured him really was bottomless. He still wasn’t sure if he should believe that or not, but in this day and age, he wasn’t about to go test it out either.
Dipper lined the bottles up around the edge of the pit, the light shining through them and throwing different colors on to the grass. Once they were all aligned around the pit, Dipper threw himself on the ground, grass staining his white dress shirt as he fell onto his stomach.
The demon stared intently at the bottles for two, five, seven minutes, and Henry in turn stared at him. What the fuck was Dipper doing?
Suddenly a hand whipped out fast as a flash, and knocked one of the bottles in. Dipper peered in after it, nodding with great satisfaction.
Now that Henry thought about it, as he saw Dipper knock another bottle into the pit, his brother in law had smelt funny as he walked by. Almost like-
Oh.
Dipper knocked a third bottle in, chortling as he did so, and Henry returned to his book. It wasn’t everybody who had a big cat for a brother.
Because drugs are not always terrible.
It was supposed to be just them on their own for a night, just Dipper and Lionel, while Belle had a sleepover with friends. They were planning to watch a few movies, and maybe talk about things, and just have a nice father-son night together. They had both been looking forward to it.
Instead, Lionel found Dipper curled up at the end of his bed, clutching at his head.
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