Written from this generated prompt:
Hank Angry at the butcher Fantasy
Tag: hank
Do the triplets have any specific fears or phobias?
Acacia is intensely claustrophobic- if she can’t at least sit up, she is going to freak the fuck out.
(Acacia has punched her way Kill Bill style out of two or three wooden boxes with this fear).
Willow… Willow fears the day her Sight grows too strong for her to leave the Shack, to even see people (as opposed to Seeing them) any more. The thought of losing her independence… it would destroy her.
Hank is scared of geese…. oh and the corrupting potential of power and what if he goes bad and Uncle Dipper has to take him down?
(what if Uncle Dipper refused?)
Sheep Riding
The first ride was spontaneous, a test of newly-forming trust between nightmares and demon.
Their new master had promised not to harm them, and so far had kept
his word. But right now he was weak and in pain, and they were made of
energy and had to obey him.The perfect demon snack.
Their master was still different, though, as at least some of his
pain was emotion, not physical, and demons didn’t do emotional pain.
They did anger, they did glee, but not grief.A few feet away from where the nightmares milled uncertainly their
new master had collapsed on the grass, trying to patch his wounds as
golden tears rolled down his cheeks.Finally tired of the uncertainty, the nightmare recently christened
Lolonja stepped forward, accepting that it was, apparently, her fate to
approach their master first in these uncertain situations.
Dose the Mafia have a symbol, I feel that they need one. Maybe a cross between Alcor and the Woodsman? If not can I design one?
Mod S here!
I personally don’t think of the mafia of having a symbol, mainly because there’s a whole bunch of them, and while Dipper knows most of the people in the mafia, it’s only through Hank and he’s only close close with one or two members (like Lucy Ann).
That being said, I would love to see what you come up with for a mafia symbol!
So i was thinking, there’s that wiki page for demons and stuff after the transcendence, yeah? Do ya think there’s anything on the great Don Pines~? Would it be made in his lifetime or afterwards? Who’d see it first?
Oh, definitely, and it’s certainly made during his lifetime (whenever he first made relatively big news). He’d probably rather pretend it doesn’t exist most of the time, particularly because he knows that if he paid any attention to it at all he’d probably go nuts trying to correct everything and that could just be a neverending spiral of edit battles.
His family makes sure he knows it exists periodically, and that he knows full well that they’re editing it for him…in their own particular ways, of course.
As for who sees it first (of the Pines and Dinner Crew), that could be fairly up in the air. Maybe someone connected to one of these characters comes upon it and shares and it spreads from there. Maybe one of the Pines was bored and started googling their own name, followed by those of family members, just to see what popped up. There’s some fun to be had here in various directions.
So rereading the Hank And His Supernatural Mafia fic, early on it mentioned a murder of crows as part of the Dinner Crew. Are the crows still canon and if so, do they try to pay the Dinner Crew in random small objects? If they do, what’s the weirdest thing a crow has brought Hank?
a. oh my lord Mod S forgot that Mod S is the worse, absolutely, yes they’re still canon. Canon AF.
b. Less ‘pay’ and more ‘gift.’ Or trust with safekeeping. It’s hard to tell the difference between the two, or at least it was at first. Now, the crows know to use a corner of Kiyo’s warehouse for stuff they want to stow away for safety.
c. a singular eyeball. Hank still hasn’t figured that one out.
It was an afternoon when the kids were playing quietly for
once, engrossed in the tub of Legos that Soos had found in his Abuelita’s attic
and had brought over for the triplets (and Ford, when he visited) to enjoy.
They were so wrapped up in building that they didn’t even noticed their uncle
lean over to their mom on the couch and ask “Do you ever wonder what it would
have been like, being a triplet instead of a twin?”Mabel winced as Dipper sprayed bits of Cheeto all over her
face. “Do you ever wonder if Mom actually taught you manners or not?” Before
Dipper could have a chance to retort, Mabel went on. “Besides, can’t you see
that yourself with your spoopy demon eyes?”“I mean I could
but I really want to hear what you think.”Mabel punched Dipper in the arm. “You big sap,” she
muttered, but she was beaming as she said so.She thought about it for a moment. She watched as Willow
helped sort the Legos into colors before handing them to Acacia, who was obviously
choosing which ones to give to Hank in order to make a design in the tower he
was building.Finally, Mabel said. “I don’t think we’d be who we are.”
“Well, yeah, we’d
have a triplet-“She shook her head. “No, that’s not what I meant Dipper,
like no duh. But like, if we had a sister or a brother or someone in between,
we’d bounce off them and each other in a different way.”Dipper was about to shove a literal half bag of Cheetos into
his mouth while he spoke, saw the look on his twin’s face, and asked “How so?”
before stuffing his face again.“I mean, just look at the kids.”
With the mention of them, they looked up as one at their mom
and uncle, before dismissing the adults as far, far less important than the
task of building THE BIGGEST LEGO TOWER EVER.Mabel put down the lazer gun cozy she was knitting for
Candy, the better to gesture with her hands. “I mean like, the kids are like,
one three person unit, yeah? But they’re an odd number too. So sometimes Acacia
and Willow want to do girl stuff and kick Hank out of the room- that’s usually
when he asks you for extra violin lessons, have you noticed that?”Dipper had noticed
the extra lesson requests, and just put it down to Hank being surprisingly diligent
for a seven year old, as opposed to feeling bored and left out.“Or like, there’s stuff that Hank and Willow like to do that
Acacia doesn’t have the patience for and she either runs off to do her own
thing or she gets upset and picks fights with them so they’ll pay attention to
her. And then there’s all the times that Acacia and Hank go do active things
and Willow can’t keep up and so she stays behind.”Mabel deftly plucked the bag of Cheetos from Dipper’s clawed
hands, claiming the remnants for her own. “So they are three people, and then
they’re a pair and one extra but there’s so many pairs between them and then
also like, I get the feeling sometimes they all choose to be on their own to
get a break from each other and just. There’s more than one of them like you
and me Dipper, but they aren’t us and we aren’t them. They’re living a
different life than we did their age.”She saw his mouth open and snapped “you know what I meant” before Dipper had a chance to get sassy.
By now the triplets had their heads together, obviously
planning what the next stage of their tower would be, since it was starting to
get a little wobbly.Mabel reached over, took Dipper’s gloved hand in her own,
laughing a bit at the cheeto dust that covered the silk. “So yeah, I do wonder
sometimes. But at the end of the day, I’m honestly kind of glad I didn’t have
to share you.”Dipper watched as the triplets returned to their building,
this time with Willow holding up the tower at its base while Acacia and Hank
added more on top. He had a feeling in a minute or two they’d try to stand on
each other’s shoulders to keep going and one of them (Mabel) was going to have
to be the responsible adult and put a stop to it.“I’m glad I didn’t have to share you too.”
Does anyone remember that fic where Hank accidentally bribes the cops with lasagna? I’ve been trying to find for a month but it seems to have poofed into the ether. anyone have a link or something?
That was one of Mod O’s fics, Dinner with the Don. Enjoy!
Of the triplets, Hank was the most into video games. It was the challenge of them that called to him. Generally, he preferred the puzzle games, the games that required concentration and could be as quiet as his jigsaw puzzles, but he could ignore the violence, should a game with it catch his attention. He’d already seen too much, with his cult bashing mom and demonic uncle, to let obviously fake blood bother him.
His sisters enjoyed playing them against him too, and Uncle Dipper could be just as much of a geek about it as he could other things.
This newest game wasn’t one that was to the usual taste of anyone in the family, but after reading the description online, Hank had to buy it.
It wasn’t everyday someone dared to make a game whose big boss, everyone agreed, was an obvious expy of The Dreambender, despite the game creator’s denials.
With that sort of enticement, how could any of the triplets resist?
HC/Fic Prompt: Sometime in the future a reincarnation of Hank actually ended up becoming the head of the Portland Mafia again, to the great (if slightly wistful) amusement of everyone who knows this bit. Lucy Ann laughed so hard she cried because damn it all the world is weird. …On the flip side, a reincarnation of Hank ends up becoming the leader of the Portland Mafia’s rival gang of that time! (Bonus points if this R!Hank was the one who brought this rival group to its peak.)
Fic open season!
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