Mary was the youngest of three but that never stopped her from getting into trouble. She was quick to anger and even quicker to get revenge and boy could she hit hard. The sad thing is that it was a learned behavior and she learned it from her older brother Hansel.
Not to say that Hansel was truly, one hundred percent to blame, but it was mostly his fault. The rest of the fault laid on Gretyl.
Gretyl, for lack of a better word, babied her brother. Hansel wasn’t all there the whole time. He was developmentally delayed and acted and thought like a child, despite being well into his lower-twenties. Gretyl acted as a foil for his behavior, being his guide and his voice of reason. Unfortunately this led to her treating him as one would a small child and she never really got past that stage. That meant that when Mary acted out as well, the only one she got scolded by were her Ma and Vati. Since Gretyl did most of the babysitting–as she already took care of Hansel–that meant hat she got away with a lot.
That landed her in detention on this very day, right next to the kid she punched out.
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Everything She Ever Wanted
Not really a ficathon prompt but happy anniversary anyways @transcendence-au! It’s kinda some background on my fic Happily-Ever-After.
When she was eleven, Grenda found out she had ovarian cysts. It was harsh news and it hit hard but at least she was notified early on. She cried for hours.
Happily-Ever-After
This is my contribution to the TAU Anniversary Ficathon! I picked a prompt on what Grenda and Marius were doing after the Transcendence and expounded on that. Now, while it’s not much of a fanfiction and more of a world-building thing, I think I did the characters justice, yanno?
Anyway, I hope y’all enjoy.
Grenda’s wedding
was everything she had ever dreamed about as a young girl: a lavish reception,
a gorgeous gown, all her friends and family were there, and she had a
soon-to-be-husband who loved her with all his heart. She was ecstatic. She was
terrified. She was in love.
Meat Cute, 9/9
Or where there is finally, finally, a wedding. Buckle your seats kids. This one’s a long one.
Several thank yous are in store now that this is finally finished! Thank you @zilleniose-chu for being a wonderful human being, for creating TAU and the blog, and letting us all play with your idea babies. Thank you @marypsue for all of your amazing writing advice and help, not to mention letting me spaz on you on the reg. Thank you anon on the blog who sent in these two asks and let me use ideas from them. Thank you @randumbdaze for the art and thank you to the rest of the mods for letting me moan and groan at you.
And of course, thank you, my readers, for actually reading! I never would have imagined a year ago how big this would get or that people would want to read about my babies! So thank you, thank you again, and happy anniversary!
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As Henry explained
to the triplets when they asked years later, he had never officially moved in
to the Shack. He had never asked and Mabel had never offered. It was just
assumed that it would be a thing that happened.So by the first month of them going out Henry had a toothbrush in Mabel’s
bathroom, and some of his underwear and socks in a small folded pile on a chair
in her room. Five months and some of his favorite books had found their way
onto various side tables and shelves. His stays went from overnight to two or
three nights, to a week at a time, and Uncle Tyler constantly giggled at him
and told him to “Get it!” (Which in turn made both Henry and Uncle Dan blush.)Henry went ahead and moved the remainder of his stuff into the Shack three days
after he proposed to Mabel, when a brand new room appeared overnight on the
side of the Shack.
One Year Anniversary
It’s a year after the end of the world and Mabel Pines is talking to herself.
Because most everyone things she’s been talking to herself, thinks her mourning has turned to chatter, and only now when she’s in Gravity Falls again is it true.
Because Dipper was summoned somewhere far away and her Grunkles would worry if they knew. So she continues to talk to him with him despite everything. Right now he’s letting her win at checkers. He’s so thoughtful that way.
Mabel loves her family with the intensity of a forest fire.
It’s a year after the end of the world and Stan Pines complains there’s nothing good on television anymore. It’s a year after the end of the world and Ford Pines has invented a device to allow you to watch television from any alternate timeline. The brothers watch an old Harry Claymore movie instead.
In the kitchen Soos Ramirez and Wendy Corduroy make small talk: arguments about popular music, discussions about the metaphysical implications of ghosts, romantic entanglements.
Wendy leans back in her chair. “Do you even wonder if your Mom might come back now that-”
“No way, Dude,” says Soos. “I’ve been a zombie. Not something I’d want to spread around.”
They go back to arguing about pop songs.
It’s a year after the end of the world and Pacifica Northwest has cut off all her hair to see if she’ll turn into someone else. Her head feels lighter but her face is the same. She decides she’ll have Mabel do the next makeover.
In another part of the town Candy Chiu is live tweeting her dinner with a Kumiho. The Kumiho only tries to murder her a little.
Grenda Thompson shouts at her boyfriend over the phone about her day. Her enthusiasm is loud enough that Mayor Cutebiker gives up on privacy and eavesdrops to his hearts content. He really thinks those kids are going to make it.
It’s a year after the end of the world and Dipper Pines is summoned by someone else’s wheel. And now there’s blood on the gloves he only just decided to start wearing. He could remove it, easily, but he watches it turn from bright red to dark brown against the white of them instead. He just saved twenty people. He just murdered a man.
There’s a part of Dipper delighted to discover all the things that now exist inside him. There’s a part of Dipper that will always be twelve and anxious about this face. He goes home.
It’s the end of the world and they’re still here. Still fighting.
He should be there too.
The Scouring: Chapter 09
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The Pines weren’t the only ones who needed rest, as it turned out.
After their first burst of cleaning, breaking magic circles and
bringing out the dead, the town of Gravity Falls simply shut down.The members of the Dinner Club (and quite a few of those who weren’t,
technically, part of them but had come to aid anyway) that didn’t
need as much rest as the others stayed awake to guard the
Anti-Transcendence Alliance – its leaders in particular – as
everyone else either forced themselves to eat before they collapsed
or went to friends and family homes to rest, too tired to eat.The Shack was too far for the Pines to go to, not now, while
everything was still unsettled and they could be needed at a moment’s
notice. They bunked down at Soos and Melody’s home instead, in the
Rameriz living room, curled around each other as best they could
manage with all of them on the king sized air mattress on the floor.
(Grunkle Stan claimed the couch, pretending it was because he was too
tough to join the cuddle pile instead of being too old and in too
much pain, while everyone saw through that and proceeded to haul the
air mattress to butt against it, where they could reach him, and he
them.)Dipper woke up before the rest of his family, as he didn’t need sleep
the way they did. Still, he’d been exhausted enough, body, mind, and
soul, to need some now, buried under their bodies at the bottom of
the cuddle pile (and grateful he was in the Mindscape and didn’t need
to breathe or it would have been highly uncomfortable).He’d thought his bloodlust would die down after the first rush of
blind anger, but lying here, under the heavy, warm, alive
weight of his family, it was just as strong and hot as earlier. As
much as he’d like to deny it, becoming a demon only strengthened the
darkness he’d already had, that Grunkle Stan had warned him about.And right now, he didn’t care.
Those people tried to take his family from him. They wanted to kill
everyone he cared about, destroy their way of life, and enslave his
sister. It may have been the demon, may have been the dark streak in
him, but…He wanted to see them suffer.
The Scouring: Chapter 7
On AO3: Start Here, Current Chapter Here
FF.net not available, keeps giving me 503 error when I try to get into my account. Will update with link later, when it decides to cooperate.
Dipper was screaming.
Mabel fought against the straps on her chair, leather digging into
her skin until she bled, her family fighting as hard as she against
their bonds. Even as they fought the townspeople surged against the
barrier, taking it down with sheer numbers and swarming over the
shocked cultists who swung to respond. Up on the platform, The
Woodsman’s axe missed Gideon by a hairsbreadth, all spurred to action
in protective fury.Dipper was screaming.
Mabel felt the strap over her right wrist give as someone reached her
chair, a knife snapping the last strands holding it to the chair
before the surging crowd pulled them away, the voices of the cultists
still able to chant rising as the armed ones fought to keep the crowd
from the chanters, the lights of the outer circle merging with the
light pouring from the cross and circle holding her brother.Dipper was screaming.
No matter what else happened, Mabel’s mind kept focusing on that one
fact, that one sound over the rest. The screams were muffled and
desperate, and Dipper had only sounded like that once before, one
horrible, terrible day when Mabel had nearly lost him forever and she
was not going to let that happen again she was not going to lose him
not now not like this they couldn’t have her brother!
The Scouring: Chapter 6
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On FF.net: Start Here; Current Chapter Here
Mabel had passed
‘pissed off’ a few miles back and now was seething, occasionally
tugging at her bonds. Bad enough these wacknuts had probably ruined
her sweater – it was a cult thing, she’d lost more sweaters to that
then she wanted to remember – and that they’d threatened her to
make her bro-bro listen to them, but they’d threatened her kids!Okay, four out of
five (because Reina was so one of hers now) since Hank and Vivi (who
was also now hers) were still safe in Portland, but that was low. And
as soon as any of the Pines got free, they were going to pay for
that.She hadn’t seen or
heard anything from Dipper or Willow in hours, and she was pretty
sure by this point it wasn’t just because she and Henry and the other
kids were being threatened.The link between
her and Dipper went both ways, even if it wasn’t as strong from him
to her she could still feel him, and he was scared.
Dipper wasn’t supposed to be scared, he was too powerful for that and
still her dorky brother and she was the only one allowed to terrorize
him!Okay, Stan and her husband and the kids could, but they were family.
Oh, and Wendy and Paz and Soos, but they were pretty much family. So
only family was allowed. Not these…religious fanatic nutjobs.And especially not Gideon. Fucking Gideon.
Stan had looked away for two seconds, only two seconds, but that was enough for Acacia to slip away from him and her siblings.
“Willow, where the fu- where did your sister go?”
Willow looked up at Stan with eyes that always seemed to him too old for her small face. Then she pointed across the street from where Stan had been getting the kids ice cream, to the pet store one of Mabel’s friends owned. Already he could see a tiny figure crowned with red hair plastered to the window display.
He handed his grand-nephew and niece their ice creams. “Hank, Willow, watch each other while I go get your sister,” Stan said, and then crossed the street to where Acacia was. With a little effort, he knelt down next to his grand-niece. She noticed him and beamed at him, her tounge sticking through the two front teeth that had recently fallen out.
“Grunkle Stan! There’s gerbils at Aunt Grenda’s now!”
He looked and sure enough there was a massive case full of gerbils in the window. How his niece saw them from across the street he had no idea. Damn young eyes.
He laid a hand on her small shoulder and clucked. “Kiddo, I don’t know if you want to be so close to those things.”
A bit of doubt entered into Acacia’s voice for the first time. “Why…why not Grunkle Stan?”
Stan snorted. “Because they eat human flesh Acacia.”
Her blue eyes bugged out for a second, and then an indignant look crossed her face.
“Nuh uh! Grunkle Stan you’re lying.”
He shook his head at her foolishness. “Why do you think they’re so fat? And look at all that fur on those suckers; they can only get really long fur when they eat human meat.”
“Why would Aunt Grenda keep something so mean in her shop huh?” Acacia puffed up, proud of pointing out the fallacy in her grunkle’s logic.
“Sweetie, your aunt also keeps manticore pups in there too. Gerbils aren’t much of a stretch.”
“But…but-” Horror dawned on Acacia’s face. “Does this mean Aunt Grenda kills people and then chops them up and then takes their skin off and pokes out their eyes and get their blood to feed the gerbils?”
Stan reminded himself to maybe watch a few less horror movies and murder mysteries with the kids late at night and went, “Oh no. Your Aunt Grenda keeps them in their to eat any robbers that come in, that’s all! They just live on steak until they can sate their craving for human flesh.”
He gently ushered her away from the window. “See, that’s why it’s important to stick with me and your brother and sister when we’re out. So I can keep an eye on you. Now lets go before Hank eats your ice cream-”
“Hank wouldn’t do that Grunkle Stan!”
“Okay he wouldn’t but I would now get moving.”
(Three nights later, Stan had to explain to his nephew the demon why Acacia was dreaming about fire breathing man eating gerbils)
WE HAVE NO MELODY AND MABEL INTERACTIONS! I MEAN THEIR FAMILIES ARE CLOSE! AND I AM BETTING THAT MELODY WAS THERE FROM TIME TO TIME DURING MABEL’S BEGINNINGS OF FORMING A FAMILY WITH HENRY AND EVEN BEFORE, I MEAN SOOS IS THE SON STAN NEVER HAD AND STAN IS THE FATHER SOOS NEVER GOT. Yeah… get on that fic writers, Melody needs more love, we need more Melody, Mabel, Wendy, Candy and Grenda interactions.
AGREED! FIC OPEN SEASON, ALL ABOUT THE LADIES, GO GO GO!
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