So, what they heck is Yggdrasil anyway? Don’t tell me it actually is leaves from the World Tree or something like that. Where would humans even get their hands on something like that.

Haha no it’s not the exact Yggdrasil from Norse mythology!

The thing with the Transcendence is, it merged only PART of the dreamscape with the physical world – and that part contained many (but not all) of myths and legends, folklore and fantasy.

But since not ALL of it came through, we’re often left with many things that are similar to common legends, but not exactly the same. In the case of Yggdrasil, it’s arguably one of the most important magical flora and has deep implications, but that’s just about the only similarity is has to the Norse world tree. It’s said to root from a highly magical area of the dreamscape, quite possibly the beginning or “seed” of it all. Thus, the name Yggdrasil seemed at least somewhat appropriate to the other mythical creatures from the dreamscape.

Yarn

stormsthing1:

I was inspired by this to do a thing. I should probably sleep.


There was this great, big yarn basket
eternally sitting in the living room, right next to the couch.
Seriously, the thing was massive, it was wider than the couch was.
When the triplets were little, Henry had insisted that they put the
thing on a higher shelf so that they wouldn’t get into it and choke
themselves on yarn, or stab themselves with knitting needles, or stab
others with knitting needles. However, since the triplets turned ten,
they thought they were safe from any accidents happening, and the
basket has been casually resting on the ground for the past three
years.

They thought wrong. They were not safe
from yarn accidents.

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3 sentence fic prompt: Ian’s first time seeing Dipper on Yggdrasil

marypsue:

It was late already by the time Ian made it back to the apartment; he’d had another meeting with S&P over the upcoming episode and its ‘glorification of reckless treatment of magical paraphernalia’ which had run on all afternoon, during which he’d tried (with little success) to persuade them that the reckless treatment of magical paraphernalia was a large part of Grauntie Carla’s character and the overall story arc would ultimately deal with the consequences. He was exhausted, frustrated, and ready to flop down on the couch beside his girlfriend and mercilessly mock some poor reality TV producer’s efforts.

Unfortunately, that wasn’t in the cards – the strange rumbling he’d been hearing as he turned his key in the lock turned into a frantic screech of ‘Alcor NO’ and a throaty growl as Ian tried to push the door open and a black and gold ball of shining claws and gnashing teeth slammed into it, yowling like a scalded cat and scrabbling desperately at the door as though trying to scratch through it to get at Ian; he pulled the door the rest of the way shut and locked it behind him, turning away and walking quickly back towards the elevator, already resigning himself to a long night at the studio.

Yes that is, in fact, supposed to be a ceiling fan. In my mind, I can almost hear this exchange between Henry and dipnip Alcor…

“Dipper.”

Grunt.

“Dipper, we have guests coming over in 20 minutes, and I really don’t feel like explaining why a demon is napping on the fan.”

Demon in question opens one eye.

“Dipper. Get. Off. The. Fan.”

“S’not Dipper, ’s ALCOR.”

“All right, ALCOR, you happen to be a physical being right now, so GET OFF TH…”

Accidentally sprouts Woodsman antlers.

“Aww shoot, Dipper. See what you made me do?”

Toothy smirk from overhead.

“Don’t make me call Mable in here.”

No response.

“With Bearo.”

Yowels and shoots up through the ceiling, leaving a Alcor-shaped hole.

“What the… DIPPER YOU IDIOT I SWEAR GET BACK HERE AND FIX THIS MESS RIGHT NOW!”

Question for Henry – when Dipper is on Yggdrasil, does he like being pet (and do you indulge him)? And how do you deal with being licked or clawed at? Licking just seems too intensely personal and gross for me, and my friend’s cat kneaded my leg the other day and it hurt so I can’t even imagine what it is like with claws the size Dipper has. Thanks!

tau-cast:

Actually, rubbing Dipper’s head or finger-combing his hair is guaranteed to put him right to sleep – indulging him in this actually makes everything else more bearable simply by removing his capability to engage in the other behaviors you mention.

The licking is admittedly strange and hard to become accustomed to. Unfortunately, all my attempts at discouraging this behavior have been to no avail, though I can often get him to desist for short spans of time at least. As for the kneading, it’s more tolerable than you might believe. Dipper can control the length and acumination of his claws at will. When he is angry, fearful, or otherwise defensive they will, of course, become longer and sharper. When he is happy, content, or restful, as he is when under the influence of Yggdrasil, they are quite short and comparatively blunt, and can hardly be felt in most circumstances.

On Twin Souls, Dipnip, and Consent

On Twin Souls, “Dipnip”, and Consent

Mods here!

We’ve been thinking about Twin Souls and dipnip and many of the hc’s about them, and we think that there are some clarifications that need to be made about their nature.

First, Twin Souls: it’s often a joke in the fandom that Mabel and other people prank Dipper by getting him gag gifts of Twin Souls, forcing him to listen to excerpts from it, etc. This is treated as hilarious most of the time, even as Dipper complains and begs Mabel to stop and even vomits at hearing the excerpts. For all intents and purposes, it appears as if Mabel is doing this without consent and Dipper has no say in the matter, no control over what’s happening, all for the sake of a laugh.

This is a rather worrisome implication, and the mods want to make it clear that that is not the case. Doing something to someone which they deem personally harmful without their consent is not okay, and not something we want to perpetuate as positive/funny.

When Dipper wails and whines and “vomits sparkles” upon hearing the excerpts and other Twin Souls-related things, he is, quite simply, playing up his displeasure; he’s being hyperbolic. Twin Souls is not something that is ever truly that terrible to him –in fact, he enjoys burning the books to a crisp (or finding other fun methods of obliterating them) every time they’re given to him, and Mabel knows this. It’s something he loves to hate. Most people have a thing or two they enjoy griping over that they really don’t care about that much, it’s just fun to make a show of it.

To be fair, he really does hate the books; he just chooses to be over-dramatic about his reactions to them most of the time. When he really is uncomfortable with hearing about it from Mabel, when she gets carried away, he can easily (and most of the time, does) just poof away; something to clarify is that he can’t actually be forced into listening and that he has more than enough power to remove himself from the situation. There are times when Mabel gets carried away–a definite flaw of hers is that sometimes she doesn’t know when it’s appropriate to keep going with the joke and when to stop. But if Dipper legitimately gets upset and tells her to stop and she sees that he’s serious, she does respect his wishes and stop.

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Now, about dipnip: another extremely common joke in the fandom is Dipper heading to a summoning and coming back dosed with dipnip and “hilarity ensues”. Again, the drugging appears nonconsensual, and we don’t want the fandom to skip over that and think it’s okay that even though he got drugged by surprise by some cult, it’s funny because it leads to him licking people and acting like a cat. That is never our intention.

So we want to clarify this issue: when Dipper gets drugged by cults, it does not lead to fun kitty-cat times, and he doesn’t enjoy it. It leads to him fighting off the effects and acting a bit more feral and tired due to that effort. Sometimes cults know of this weakness and try to weaponize it, to use it as a tranq dart of sorts. It…doesn’t usually end well for them.

The only times that he acts like a shitty cat are when he comes across it on his own and decides he’s fine with the effects (which is not very often) or if a family member or friend gives it to him (which is even rarer, due to Yggdrasil herb’s scarcity). Again: shitty cat mode is only activated when he is aware of the dipnip and consents to getting highIf a family member or friend ever gave it to him without his consent, and he truly did not want it, that would be a wrongdoing on their part; it’s not something to be approved of just because it’s done by someone “good”, because many of these “good” characters can and do make mistakes.

Yggdrasil can be treated like any other prank for Dipper when it comes from friends and family. It may not always be something he’s crazy about, but he’ll roll with it. To him specifically, it’s no less of a problem than someone sneaking up behind him and getting him with a squirt gun. What needs to be clarified here is that this is Dipper’s personal comfort level – no one should ever assume anyone is fine with drug-related pranks. It’s much more dangerous than a simple squirt gun barrage.

As an aside, Dipper only acts weird and licky and over-affectionate around people he’s comfortable with. He doesn’t go round licking random strangers, or the cult members.

TL;DR: People often tease out of love, and while people (and characters) aren’t perfect and are bound to take things too far at times, please keep in mind that non-consensual acts that truly hurt/upset someone should never be downplayed as funny. There is a distinct line between pranks and outright abuse.

Question for Henry – when Dipper is on Yggdrasil, does he like being pet (and do you indulge him)? And how do you deal with being licked or clawed at? Licking just seems too intensely personal and gross for me, and my friend’s cat kneaded my leg the other day and it hurt so I can’t even imagine what it is like with claws the size Dipper has. Thanks!

tau-cast:

Actually, rubbing Dipper’s head or finger-combing his hair is guaranteed to put him right to sleep – indulging him in this actually makes everything else more bearable simply by removing his capability to engage in the other behaviors you mention.

The licking is admittedly strange and hard to become accustomed to. Unfortunately, all my attempts at discouraging this behavior have been to no avail, though I can often get him to desist for short spans of time at least. As for the kneading, it’s more tolerable than you might believe. Dipper can control the length and acumination of his claws at will. When he is angry, fearful, or otherwise defensive they will, of course, become longer and sharper. When he is happy, content, or restful, as he is when under the influence of Yggdrasil, they are quite short and comparatively blunt, and can hardly be felt in most circumstances.

Accidentally On Purpose

storiewriterkalyn:

A/N: Happy birthday seiya234! This fic is based off of this hc.

Ao3
ff.net
(don’t expect these up immediately :’D )


           This
had been a bad idea. This had been a really, really really bad idea. Then again, Hank figured he should know by now
that Acacia’s plans tended to end in chaos more often or not.

           Willow
spun around on her desk chair, limbs akimbo and staring at the ceiling as
though she were seeing something they weren’t. She didn’t blink. Her pupils
didn’t shrink or dilate when the light exposure was changed.

           “This
was a bad idea,” Acacia moaned. She tugged at her hair and paced back and forth
Willow’s room. Willow smiled. It was a wide, loose, out-of-it smile that made
Hank wish that they hadn’t decided that seeing if Willow could get high off Yggdrasil was a good idea.

           “This
was an awful idea.” Acacia marched over to the window to make sure it was still
open for the third time. She pushed up her glasses, then twirled back and
groaned.

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