Inktober day eleven! I forgot to post this yesterday, so here it is today. Cultbasher Mizar, and her husband, the Woodsman.
Does it count as a selfie if your brother is possessing your body and using his demon madjiks to hold the camera to take a picture of the body he’s possessing?
Tag: henry
Inktober day twelve. This is probably one of Mabel and Henry’s later dates, complete with an interrupting Alcor.
Inktober day six! I always liked the headcannon that henry’s antlers are used as laundry racks when they manifest, so here’s Mabel sneaking in a few more socks before he wakes up!
Henry and his daughter-in-laws sitting around the kitchen table sharing their best “Honey could you please bail me out of jail” stories. Unsurprisingly Henrys are usually the best.
If only because the sheer number of times Henry has had to bail Mabel out of jail beats the number of times Hank or Acacia have had to get bailed out by like, a lot
Orfeo
hey hi hello my name is seiya and i love child ballads and very self wanky au-au’s inspired by child ballads.
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Once there were a pair of twins to a mortal woman born.
(Does this sound familiar? Perhaps this is in a place that is a distorted mirror to your own, only a hop skip and dimensional jump away. Or this is a bedtime story, told by a wizard to his recently found daughter. Or by a harried new father, or a sleepy uncle.
Perhaps you should keep reading regardless.)
The midwife rolled the bones, went through the ashes and the entrails, and then when that show was done for the parents, got her actual answer in a bowl of soup. One was fated to live and die, live and die, live and die a hundred thousand lives over and over again as we all are fated to do. The other however, would live until every star in the sky went out, and every other living thing died, and only then would he pass on to what was next.
Naturally, the couple didn’t take it well. Luckily, they had his uncle, an old man in the woods they could offload the b-
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” the witch told them.
“How…how did you know?” the mother asked, a tremor in her voice.
The witch raised her eyebrow, and let them think it was magic and not forty years experience of the human condition and more specifically having to deal with unwanted children.
“You can keep both, or give both away,” the witch went on, “but you must keep them together or else.”
“Or else?” the father demanded.
The witch smelt fire in her nose, felt her skin crackle under the force of unnatural energies, and sighed. “Just fucking do it or I’ll curse you both with warts.”
Ten minutes later she had carefully bundled the babies and some goat milk into a basket, and was headed to the Old Fox. He was the trickster of all tricksters, a crank and a crook and not as good in bed as he thought he was, but the witch knew there was no better place for these babies to be than with him.
(you may be wondering where the beast with one eye is in this story. the answer is that he’s a big stinky jerk and will not be appearing tonight.)
Henry’s old high school class holds a reunion. Does he go? if he does how do his old class mate and teachers react to the man he has become? how much chaos does Mable cause?
Henry doesn’t go to every reunion, but he makes it out to a few- 10, 15, 25
As far as his high school experience goes, it honestly wasn’t that bad. He missed out on a lot, mainly because he was working as many hours as he could at the local grocery store to save for college, and spending what little free time he had at the library to keep his grades up.
Mrs. Frinkle and Mr. Carpenter are beyond thrilled though, to see Henry, that he got out safe, and that he’s doing well.
His classmates are also glad to see that Henry is alive and happy (he didn’t have many close friends, but kids aren’t stupid, and everyone in town was afraid of Arnold Corduroy.) They are also pleasantly surprised that Henry got married, and even if Mabel is, well, Mabel, well it’s all for the better because she got Henry out of that shell and he actually talks more at the reunion than he did all of junior year sooooo…
Henry contemplates the fact that in any other family a loved one arriving home covered in blood would probably require more reassurances than “don’t worry it’s not mine”
Worryingly, it’s Mabel who does this more than Dipper.
Henry blinks once stares at his miniaturized wife for a moment then sighs and gives into her demands to carry her around in his shirt pocket till this wares off. The sad part he can’t even blame Dipper. Mable got into this mess all on her own.
Mabel spends a solid fifteen minutes chanting “POCKET WIFE!” The explanation for how she got that way includes two unicorns, a rock with a hole in it, some pancakes, and a cranky djinn.
Happy Birthday TAU; thanks for making grad school bearable and introducing me to some of my bestest friends.
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Henry looked up to see four highly expectant sets of eyes on him.
“You’re not feeling funny are you?” Dipper asked.
Henry thought about it.
“My teeth hurt and I’d really rather not finish this bag.”
“BUT YOU GOT TO,” Grenda pointed out.
Candy nodded. “We need to know for science.”
Henry sighed, then leaned his head back and dumped the rest of the bag into his mouth before he could talk himself out of it.
Everyone waited with bated breath for a long minute, except for Henry, who was trying not to puke from shoving sugar powder into his throat without any water.
Finally, Mabel asked, “Are you seeing the dogs?”
Henry shook his head.
“What about the Rainbow Kingdom?”
“Afraid not.”
Mabel grabbed him by the shoulders and shook him in a way that she thought was gentle but just jostled his abused stomach more. “WHERE IS AOSHIMA?”
“Mabel, honey, I’m going to throw up if you don’t stop.”
Dipper gently pulled his sister back. “We gotta face the facts Mabel. Henry is Smile Dip-proof.”
“I’m… Henry, I’m so sorry.”
“I think I’ll be okay Mabel.” But still she looked utterly dejected so he went on. “But perhaps Stan isn’t?”
Mabel’s face broke into a wicked grin, to match the one that her brother, the literal demon, also wore.
“Oh that’s an excellent idea. Grenda, can you and Candy hold Stan down?”
“YES BECAUSE I DON’T SKIP ARM DAY.”
Candy glared at Grenda. “We’ve talked about this before; different gym routines work for different people-”
The four of them hurried out of the room, leaving Henry alone in peace and quiet. Since there was no way he’d be getting up for the next hour without puking, he might as well take the rare opportunity to steal the TV for himself. Now where was that remote…?
“I’m over here!” said the remote from inside the couch cushions.
“Thank you.”
(he didn’t remember the Food Network ever being so…. technicolor. And none of the food looked even remotely able to be eaten by humans. Weird.)
Are there any canon details surrounding Mabel’s death? I may or may not be thinking about a project or two, and I know that canon is squishy around here but I don’t want to go too far off track.
Mabel dies of old age, surrounded by her loved ones peacefully in bed some time after Henry goes. If Henry passes at 80ish, Mabel goes around 110-120ish, and dies of cancer.
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