Willow, I know this is a sensitive topic, but if any of your nieces, nephews, or children had powers like yours, would you share anything you learned from Miss Lily? Even as self defense or so they knew people like her are out there?

tau-cast:

No, it’s okay to ask, I”m not some delicate flower.

Of my…oh goodness, eighteen kids and forty-seven grandchildren, four of them are empaths like me; my daughter Auriga, Annie’s son Curtis, my granddaughter Calpurnia, and my son Jeremy. With Auriga, my first child, there was definitely… I did struggle for awhile, trying to decide if this was the kind of knowledge I wanted out in the wilder world, wanted to pass on. I know my kids and grandkids are good people, but what about further on?

But then I remembered the danger that my lack of knowledge did to me when I was young, and how ill prepared I was for the malice that I faced in Ms. Lilly. As much as I love my Uncle Dipper, he did me a disservice by not searching out other empaths, finding out all he could about them….stuff like that. I didn’t want to cripple my children and grandchildren in that way. So I trust that they won’t misuse what I have taught them, and so far they have rewarded that trust. 

And I rest easier at night knowing that they won’t go through the things I had to go through. Or at least I hope so.

HC-ish

So, Hank “don” Pines, right? Typically mafia boss he ends up with a few policeguys in his pocket, so to say. Typically Hank, it is completely, absolutely not on purpose.

The new-ish supernatural division of the Portland police sends some high ranking officers to have a chat with Hank after hearing some rumors about a rapidly growing actual mafia, mostly to give the impression that they’re doing something. Hank might or might not understand why they’re there, but he senses no hostility and therefore invites the two guys in for dinner.

The guys were hoping to stay detached and proffesional, but this is Hank we’re talking about, so that ambition dies with rather extreme immediacy. Things never really have the time to get awkward before they get friendly.

The guys have a better time than they’ve had for a long time. They get more and better advice about how to police the supernatural than they’ve gotten since they opened the division, and they get all the info they could ever want, because of course they talk about family, and the guys talk about wives and kids and whatnot, and Hank and Vivi talk about the Dinner Crew.

Later, as they’re driving back, the driver suddenly pulls over as the last two hours hit him for real, and all he can say is: “that man really is a mob boss, isn’t he?” And his partner can only agree (with a few mutters of “damn, he’s good” thrown in), because they learned enough over dinner to maybe even have the beginning of a case against him.

And they just sort of sit there in silence for several minutes before agreeing that no, no they’re not going to turn him in.

I mean, he’s Hank. Arresting him would just be wrong.

Yeah.

Also, there’s the whole mafia thing.

Right! Yeah, that too!

Better not have ourselves killed or something, right?

Right.

It takes them about a quarter of an hour to realise and make peace with the fact that they’re now technically dirty cops.

It takes Hank way, way longer to realise the same.

tau-cast:

So dippycat are you really only watching Toby or is there something your not telling us *cough* youreallydolovehimasasonyouneverhad *cough*


I̐ͥͫ̃̐̑͒ͣ͏̢̘͡ ̧̻̠͍͖̗ͭ͋͋̽ͫH͖͔͕͍͖͈̭ͦ̾͗Aͣ͒̈͗ͣͯ͏͓̟̦̳̯̣͎ͅͅV͚̪͍͑́̚͢E̐̐̚͘҉̥̣̩̥̹̩̕ ̶̨̙͉͖̭ͦH̖̝̤̯̗̻͛̒̽̋̅ͧͮ͑͡Å̀̈́҉̢̻̱̻͇D̯̳ͪ̾͡ ̸̨̥̙͒ͯÉ͇̞̹̪͆̇͗̿͗͜N̨ͭͫͨͮͦͮ̓́ͪ҉̩̺̱̟͓͓̹͇̀O̵̧͙̳̣͉͌̈ͧ̉̍̈́Ų̺̙̰̦̥̆͌̾́ͤ̇ͅG̥̹̳̝͆̽ͨͮͧ̒ͣͪH̵̭̥̘̣͔͔͔̯̋̂ͫ̓͜ ̭̘̳̦̰̲̲͕̻̂̄͑̀̚̕Ŏ̴̜̭̯̰̩̪̗͂͞F̸̱̣̰̳͒ͮ̾̽ͩ̓͋ ̨̢͕̭̭̬͎̏̐́̊͝Y̶̙̱̬̗̰̯ͦ̐̔̃̌̇̔̌̐O̰̙̜̟̘͋Ǚ̘̱̩̄͋ͧ̐ͬ̊̚ ̎ͮͨͭ̾ͬ̓͑ͮ҉̘̪̳̳̀P̢̃̓́̈̆̓҉͚E̶͔̱͓̝͖̣͙͌͋̄Ȏ͉͙͙̗ͣ̄͌̐̓̂̚͡P̴̜̟͎̬͔̥̞̀͑̔͌́L̻̟͈̰̋̍̌ͣ̇E̻͉̦͈̽͌͋ ̛͉͈͓̠̗͎̜̯͆̃͛ͯ͐ͫ̇̂͠A͔̲̻̖̼̳̍͞͡N̦̞̣͓͚̼̱̈́̂̂̑ͮͥͅD̙̱́̌ͣ̓͋͞ ̷̬̟̟͓͎͎ͪ̃̈ͪ̾Y͇̜͓̬̼̐͒̾̐̒ͫ̎̅O͚̬̥̫̩̹͙͓̿̐ͬ͛͠U̜͇ͦ̅R̹̥̣̗͖̜̲͎̱̉͑ͣ́́͡ ̴͙͈̈̍ͧO̧̧̖͌B̗̼͔̠̠̈́̈̇ͮ͗͘S̴̛̫̔̋͆̊ͤ̂͐̔͢É̵̛͔̪̳̱͉̳ͮ̄̊ͅŠ̭͇̫̼ͭ͂̌́̑͂̕͘͢S̹̻̫͕͇ͦ̾ͦ͌̄ͭͥ͑ͭ͠Î̴̧̺̼̝̯͔̻̹͌͝Ȍ̵̬͖̭̻̞̳̑N͙̣͕̹̝̟͕̈̾͂̈́̐̀ ̖̭̜̹̦͚̖̫͉̊̇͆W̸͖̳̱͎͔̼͓͛̓̔ͧ̑̎I̖͓̤̥̺̙̐̑̉͛ͩ̅̎̃T̻̖̭̜̠̬͔̟ͤ̍̔͒͂̎H͍͍̲͉͔̘̲̞̳͌ͬ͊̀ͪ̔ͭ̓ ͍̘̫̇ͣ͊͐̊͟͜ͅͅT̵͍̮̣̼̺̜̃ͪͫ͌ͭ͌O͛̅ͧ̓ͯͫ͋̅̍͏̹̺̜̩͖̖͞B̛̭̭̫̙̞ͬ͜ͅY̵̱̖͉̅̎̅́͝!̴̵͚̳̙̃̀̕

What the hell is with you all? Why him?

W̱̳̪̝͙̽ͧ̉͊ͮͭ̀Ḥ̮̞̽̿ͬ͑͗͟͠Ỷ̸̨͎̹̻͔͓̮͇̺̣̃̂ ̦̝̩͓̪͍̰̋ͧͧ͗͞M̴̫̞̗̲͐̒ͬ̍̐͌ͦE̪͖͙̰̟̙̪̳ͬ͝?̮̜͈̟̻͔̃̑͂͗̚͞

WHY are you ALL so convinced that you know MY mind and MY feelings in regards that…that…

T̢̩͖̫̻̖̦̥̰͌͡Hͯ̾ͩ̈́͐͜͞͏͍̳͈̲Ȃ̷̲̼̩̜͊̏ͯ̃ͨ͠Tͥ̒ͪ҉̭̤̘̺̲͙̘̲̀ ̗͙̙̰͖͎̘̹̅͜I̷̡̻͇̺̼̜̻̒S͖̰ͩ͂̾ͦ͒̿͟͝Ŏ̸̶̲̰̩ͪͨͅS̗͖̉̃̅̒͂͘C̵͕̰͉̝ͭ̀E̒͗͢͠҉̻̮̪̜̘̖L̗͍̲̜͈̼͋̐ͬͥ̒̋̚E̸͈͖̝̝͔͙̻ͭ͂̿͂̒̓̿̄S͍̞̫̞͍͍̑̽ͦ̌̿́̚ ̷̱͈̪ͥ̿̈ͩM̛̫̯̘̪̟̲̩ͧ̈ͩ̈ͤ̎ͬͫ̚͟Ŏ̻̝̠̬̥̋̂͌ͫͤ̆̿̃͢Ń͕̳͓̯͚͇̤̤͈ͬ̒͊̅̈́ͦ̐͊Ṣ̨̖̱̱̝̳͚̗̅͊̈ͦ̄͗T͓̯̬̯͔͇͉̟̺ͪ̌̆͗̽ͩ͠Ę̸̢͔͓̎R̹̱ͩͩ̌ ̿̽̕҉̢̳̹̫I̩̞̱̱̮̎̀̒ͦ͊̃ͫ͘͡N͎̲͂ ̵̤̫̩͉͓̰̱̰͎̊͑͒̒̂H̶̠̠͋͒̉̾̀U̷ͦ̚҉̸̘͎̥M̵̪̳̦̞̽̓̍͗ͫ͘͟A̷̗͍͔̺̲̣ͭ͗ͥ̀N̡̛̥͍̘͈̟̣̫ͬ̽̅̈̇̔ ̲͍̣̲ͧͭͯ͌ͤͬ̚͜C̡͖̫͙̝̠̬̒͛͆̉ͪͤL͍̘̝̠͉͖̫̝̅̽̔ͨͦ͊̈O̴̞̼̱ͫ̇̈́̈ͥ͜T̶̬͚͈̩̬̳̮͗̒̈́ͦ͂̋͛̿͡ͅH̙̲̤͍̜̜͈̜͕ͭ̉ͪ͡͞I̤̲͍̩͙̱͖̓ͥ̿ͭ̑N̷̬̗͌́̀Ǧ̴̳̞̋ͭ̆ͩ͜?͇̼̜̗͉͇̺̻̹͛̽ͨ͆͡!̸̦̜͇͕͌ͫ͗ͭ͊͟

YES I am “really only watching Toby” because that’s what you DO when you find an ignorant child-aged reincarnation of your own worst enemy! I mean, what kind of monster do you think I am? Do you think my only options were to either kill him or leave him to his fate? Do you really think that I am such a terrible being that ANY action other than those MUST automatically mean that I harbor some personal emotional attachment?

D͙̙͍̈́ͭ̊́͝Ǫ̦̝̮̎͆͒̅͌́̚ ͬ̏ͬ̒ͩ̃́̾͏̺Y̯͔̩͑͌̓ͭ̐̈́ͨ̚O̤ͧ͐͘U̡͉̿͗͗̂́ͪͭ̄͘?̯̟̤̎͆ͩ͌͗ͫͨ͌́͝͠

…Okay, I admit that maybe I deserve it if you think that. I have done terrible things. I am a demon. Still, your logic in this matter is simplistic and overreaches itself. Nobody is limited strictly to “love” and “hate” as modes of operation and motive. Just because my actions do not speak of overt, immediate, or hasty anger or hatred – in other words, just because I allowed him a chance to prove he is not the monster he once was – does not mean that they automatically translate to love.

Please, you and all others, listen to me rather than over-analyze my every move through the lens of emotion you wish to see there. You asked these questions. Now accept my answers.

Henry washes Dipper’s gloves.

They’re the only article of clothing that Dipper has that Henry can ever get a hold of, and they’re usually covered in dirt and blood and…other things.

Henry washes Dipper’s gloves, and afterwards they reek of the dryer sheet Henry puts in each load to Dipper’s sensitive nose.

Henry washes Dipper’s gloves because he loves Dipper, because Dipper is family, because he does as many little things as he can to help Dipper feel human, even only for a short time, feel normal for the cycle of the dryer.

Henry puts dryer sheets in because there’s a part of him that likes to fuck with Dipper.

Even our view of the night sky was affected by the transcendence. Light shifted and time stuttered to accommodate the abrupt transform of our dimension, and as a result, black holes moved or were formed. Stars that could not be seen on our visible wavelength appeared in new splendor, and stars that had already died thousands of years ago anyway could no longer be seen. Shooting stars and circling planets and revisiting comets that had once flown through the sky like clockwork were thrown out of orbit while natural satellites physically shifted themselves in a strive for equilibrium in this hiccup in the laws of physics.

Suffice to say the Big Dipper at least still dutifully pointed north.

In Mabel’s lifetime, many of the old horoscopes and zodiacs were still being used out of habit, despite most of the constellations being no longer visible. Pretty quickly, however, new celestial calendars were developed based on new constellations, picked and christened by professional stargazers.

Each country had a different name for each pattern of stars, and a different idea of what each might represent. These rose and fell in popularity through trial and error. Some based on the months, others on years.

It took three centuries for one to come out on top.

You see, what Dipper had realized was that, as much as he despised and rejected everything that Bill stood for as a demon in general, there were at least a couple if things that were beginning to make some sense. He had started to accept that attempting to only retain his humanity as a moral compass may not always be feasible, possible, or even ethically right. After all, humans were just as capable of evil, if not more, and on some level he would just have to adapt. He had to cheat if he wanted to avoid being cheated. Kill if he wanted to avoid being controlled. Victimize if he wanted to aid the victim.

Most importantly, however, if he was going to keep track of all these souls, the ones whose current names he may or may not yet know and whose actions seemed to repeat themselves over and over again regardless of the number of rebirths or second chances,

then he was just gonna need a better system.

He already calls his soulmate, Mizar, and the antler one, Woodsman, but what about the rest? As it turns out, people get testy if you refer to them as names from their past lives so that’s out.

Still, there’s only so many times you can call a soul, “that guy”.

His circle couldn’t remain malleable forever. Eventually it would have to solidify, so these souls, the ones that seemed to fly over his view like shooting stars and revisit him over and over, the ones that he was anticipating, he placed on his final circle.

The Twinstar. The Woodsman. The Prophet (Cassie). The Triplet. The Owner (Gideon). The Triangle. Even a couple more.

(And suddenly “shooting star” made so much sense. Suddenly “pine tree” seemed so simple. Suddenly he wondered how long Soos-Journey-Chang-Maria had REALLY been wearing that question mark.)

If anyone ever asked the meanings of these symbols, Alcor would simply answer that he was waiting on them, they were his prophecy. Slowly, the symbols were connected with personalities and great deeds done in demonic history and alcorian myth. The personalities and figures of story referenced in these new stars.

Such is the end of the story of how there came to be new, significantly more accurate horoscopes.

If nothing else, having these special souls recorded in the sky did only good for their memory, and having the celestial zodiac engraved on his summoning circle only solidified his ever present star theme, so Dipper certainly wasn’t complaining.

OC: Jared Cross

For anyone who’s interested, here is some info on the OC I mentioned in my last fic: Toby’s friend Jared, and a reincarnation of someone we don’t see all too often…

Jared Cross is a year older than Toby, but in the same grade due to having been held back a year.  They met within Toby’s first few days of school, in the cafeteria.  Nervous and intimidated around the other kids, who all seemed to have already formed cliques and friend groups that Toby was too shy to try to join in on, he found a seat at a corner table away from everyone, and just tried to be invisible.  This didn’t work out when a huge (from Toby’s perspective) older boy with an aura roiling with negative emotions approached the table, and stood staring at him for a moment with an expression Toby couldn’t read but was sure meant he was going to be giving up his lunch soon… but the boy only asked if anyone was sitting in the seat across from him, as he had usually sat there last year.  Toby wordlessly shook his head, the other boy took the seat, and they spent the rest of their lunch time eating and awkwardly avoiding making eye contact.

The two spent about a week with this arrangement, neither one talking much to the other but getting used to the other’s company.  This ended after Toby became friends with Bridget King.  She started sitting with Toby at lunch, and pretty much forcibly dragged Jared out of his self-imposed shell.  The three began talking, and soon the basis of a solid friendship was founded.

As Toby spent more time with Jared, he realized that the dark emotions that were all he could see with his faulty Sight were mostly uncertainty, guilt, and self-directed anger, rather than the more outwardly violent emotions he had misinterpreted.  In fact, while shyness was certainly a factor, the main reason Jared didn’t talk much with Toby initially was out of a fear of accidentally offending him.  Around people he’s comfortable with, he is actually very outgoing and talkative, sometimes to a fault.

Jared is on the autism spectrum, and especially as a child often has difficulty reading other peoples’ moods.  Combined with a tendency to be bluntly honest and an inability to censor himself, this often leads to him unintentionally coming across as nitpicky, rude and insensitive.  He also has a tendency to interrupt people and speak very loudly at inappropriate times, annoying his peers and adults unfamiliar with his circumstances (or who just don’t care).  While a kind and generous person by nature, he had difficulty socializing with other kids due to this – he tended to get labeled “the annoying weird kid” and be ignored/excluded, while for others he was a target for teasing and bullying.

The latter was a ticking time bomb, as Jared, while never deliberately cruel, also has a bit of a temper problem, which flares up especially when being made fun of or seeing others in the same position.  The year before he met Toby this led to a suspension from school after he started a physical brawl with another kid who had been relentlessly taunting him, and wound up injuring the other boy enough that he needed stitches (or the futuristic equivalent).  The resulting stress from the follow-up disciplinary action, his own shame over actually hurting someone, and further alienation from his peers who now looked at him with nervousness and fear as well as annoyance, all resulted in him being unable to catch up after the time missed from school, hitting his grades hard and preventing him from moving up at the end of the year. 

Suddenly being the oldest and biggest kid in his class didn’t help Jared’s self-image.  He had already disliked himself for his social clumsiness, taking it as a personal failing every time he was told he’d said something rude or was being too loud, and now he started thinking of himself as stupid and slow on top of that.  He began training himself to not talk, lest he say the wrong thing at the wrong time, and stopped trying to interact with his classmates.  He lost enthusiasm for school topics he had previously loved, such as history and math, greatly worrying his parents.

Having two close friends who seemed to like him regardless of his social slip-ups helped Jared pull himself out of this gloomy downward spiral and start enjoying life again.  He and Toby grew naturally into somewhat of a big brother-little brother dynamic.  When not being made to feel unwelcome, Jared is much more of a natural extrovert than Toby, more confident in taking risks, and will take the lead and push forward in situations where Toby might hold back (for good or ill).  Much like Toby, Jared hates to see people unhappy, and he will pull out all the stops to cheer Toby up and suggest fun activities whenever he sees his younger friend start to wallow in guilt.

Their friendship is not without some bumps over the years – before he eventually gets better at recognizing the social cues that don’t come easy to him, Jared will sometimes hurt Toby’s feelings without realizing it, Toby will feel that he deserves it/doesn’t want to upset his friend by bringing it up, Jared eventually figures by the way Toby starts acting that he said something insulting but doesn’t know what, and the two fall into a mutual funk of melancholy until someone (usually Bridget or sometimes Dipper) can’t stand it anymore and makes them sit down and talk things out – but they make it through with their bond stronger than ever, and remain close friends into adulthood. 

He finds Toby’s dad a little confusing, but quickly comes to like him.  The man is definitely more than a little odd, to say the least – no one who was there is forgetting the crazy events of Toby’s tenth birthday party anytime soon – but overall seems like a nice guy, whom Jared just has a natural instinct to trust.  Tyrone seems to be rather fond of his charge’s friend as well – he always gets a bit of a nostalgic look about him when seeing the two kids play together.  He always speaks to Jared as though he was an old friend, and never talks down to him or makes him feel bad about not recognizing social cues.  (Plus he has a cool hat!)  Basically, Jared loves both the Pines (and Maddie late on) and would do anything for their family.

He’s interested in history (both pre- and post-Transcendence, though he focuses on the former in college – it’s the really ancient stuff that gets him to geek out.  He eventually writes his thesis on how the A.T. perspective has influenced the study and viewing of B.T. history), religion, math, and astronomy.  He has a good memory for details like names and dates, but struggles a bit with less organizable details.

His most prized possessions are his grandmother’s old war medals that she gave him before her death… and a mysterious slice of magically-regenerating pizza that he found in his bedroom closet one day.  He has no idea where it came from, but he feels somehow that it was destiny for him to find it…

Appearance: Average height and build, about midway between Toby and Bridget when they’re adults (for a while after his first few growth spurts he could – and did on more than a few occasions – carry Toby around on his shoulders), dark brown skin, freckles, black hair that always ends up in childish curls no matter how much he tries to comb it straight. (In high school and college he tries to grow it out and force it into a ponytail, his ideal of coolness, but it never gets long enough for him to really pull it off.)  He often wears a hat (a different one for each day of the week, and he loves them all) to hide the curls.

demo-ness:

theitalianscribe:

angryinterrobang:

transcendence-au:

journal-three:

orpheusturners:

BRO, you NEED to STOP SUMMONING DEMONS IN THE FRAT HOUSE

Some niblet someday.

One of Acacia’s grandsons, no doubt.

“Bro, you need to stop summoning demons in the frat house.”

“Nah, bro. Alcor’s cool.”

“But, bro. There’s blood coming from the ceiling.”

“Only to scare the prospies, bro.”

“Someone’s been stealing all our booze, bro.”

“Wasn’t him, bro. Alcor’s totally straight edge.”

“… Bro, He beat your score on Mario Kart.”

“HE’S OUT.”

“Bro, you need to stop summoning demons in the frat house.”
“I haven’t summoned Alcor in a week.”
“Yesterday he started rubbing against Bobby’s leg. And then he ate his homework.”
“…Did he smell funny?”
“Bobby always smells funny.

“Bro, you need to stop summoning demons in the frat house.”
“But bro, he’s like my actual BRO, you expect me to not summon my bro??”
“Just not in the house man!”
“ALcor’s been with me mY WHOLE life bro I ant, -I aint gonna stop now”
“Dude, I think you’re drunk”
“fUCK YOU FRANK”

headcanon

The Triplets reincarnate together while Maddie was still an infant.

Their father was abusive and violent and also a drunkard. Not a good combination, add that to the fact that he is Gideon’s reincarnation.

Except Alcor is too busy with his kids to notice them. In fact he only finds out after Maddie’s first day in college, when he thought he could finally relax.

So he searches for them.

But he cannot find them.

He calls in every favor, sends out his flock and pushes his omniscience to the max. He asks time baby, he asks Dave he tortures r!Gideon. He freakin’ asks everyone.

Except he can’t find them.

And he can’t leave behind Maddie behind because Toby just died.

Decades pass, he’s becoming desperate. Maddie grows old and dies but the triplets are still there. And he still could not find them.

In the end it was Mabel’s newest reincarnation that gives him the answer. It is after all common sense to run away from an abusive parent if you cannot depend on anyone to save you. It is also quite obvious where children go when they run away.

“The carnie?” he asks rather dumbly as his brain was quite wrung out by then.

“No you silly goober! Second star to the right and straight on ‘till morning!’

Triplets, what is the most trouble you’ve gotten into at school? Was it intentional? Was it worth the trouble you got in?

tau-cast:

“HAH! More like what I haven’t done, right guys, right, right, ri-”

“Acacia, I think they get it. Maybe you could be more specific?”

“Ugh, okay Hank. So yeah, I can’t tell you everything I’ve done because as Grunkle Stan always says, ‘Don’t tell anyone anything.’ BUT there was one time in eighth grade Jerry Pinkerton broke Carys Hu’s glasses and threw their backpack onto the roof of the school, so I kicked him in his stupid stomach, and I climbed on the roof to get Carys’ backpack back. So worth detention.”

“Funny you mention that Case. I talked to Jerry that day I think.”

“Oh you did Hank? I didn’t know that….didn’t Jerry switch schools the next week?”

“Yeah he did. I wonder why.”

“Yeah that is weird. Hey-I hear Mom calling us. Let’s go!”

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“Hello, it’s Willow. I noticed my siblings left this chat window open. Which is good, I can answer as well now. 

The worse thing I’ve ever done in school?

That would probably be last year, when I drove our tenth grade English teacher, Miss Aspicia, insane.

But to be fair, she was trying to do the same thing to me.”