Henry looked up from his plate of waffles.
There was something different about Mabel this morning.
He took another bite, noting that one of the kids managed to
sneak real maple syrup in the cart when they went to the store with Stan.He looked at Mabel again, and sighed.
“This is a dream, isn’t it?”
Mabel giggled, and the antlers that had been crowning her
head, matching his macabre trophy for trophy, poofed back into the ether.“That didn’t take you long.”
“I… there’s nothing, um, wrong is there?”
Mabel’s brow furrowed, and her waffle quickly became topped
with pickles and sour cream.“Why would you say that?”
“I haven’t dreamt about my wife since.. since-“
“-the time you got kidnapped into a hell forest and had a
major identity crisis?” Mabel finished for him, stuffing the waffle topped with
deviled eggs and chocolate syrup into her mouth in one go.“Er. Yes.”
Another waffle poofed onto Mabel’s plate. He continued
eating his; after all, they didn’t have maple syrup back at the house.“Aren’t you happy to see me?”
Henry stiffened. “Yes, of course, always. It’s just… I didn’t
expect to see you again. You’re the
same, aren’t you? From the forest?”Mabel closed her eyes, and when she opened them they were
the same flashing rainbow he remembered.“But then again,” Henry went on. “You told me back then you
were a hallucination, an image projected onto the world by my brain-”“I didn’t say it all like that,” Mabel interjected, spraying
Miracle Whip and Reddi Whip in equal quantities on her waffle.“Mm.” Henry finished his waffle. Immediately, another one
appeared on his plate. He was getting kind of full… but it was a dream, and
this tasted exactly like the syrup that Aunt Mary used to tap from her trees.“So my question then is, are you just a memory reappearing
in my dream? Are you an actor in the dreamscape, like every other piece of my
dreams ever? Or are you… are you real?”“Hmmm.” Mabel put her fork down. The icon on her sweater
turned into the Cheshire Cat. “What is
real, Henry?”“Mabel-“
“What is a Mabel?”
Henry sighed. It hurt, sometimes, when Mabel would get goofy
with him when he was asking a genuine question, and it hurt here too. “Okay,
fine, whatever-“A warm hand, that shifted between the tight skin of youth
and the wrinkles and spots of age, touched his. He looked up into Mabel’s
swirling oil slick eyes.“Stay. Please? I just… wanted to see you, again.” Mabel
blushed. “In a nicer place this time, without all the dying and angst.”“I-“
“I even asked Mabel Prime’s permission-“
There was so much to unpack from that but all he could say
was, “Mabel Prime?”“We were thinking Big Mabel or Other Mabel, but Mabel Prime
won out. Anyway, she told me she didn’t mind sharing, especially with herself
so here I am and here you are…”Henry looked at her hand on top of his, then covered it with
his free one.“Here we are indeed.” He looked into her eyes as the kitchen
faded into grey around them.“What would you like to do Mabel?”
Tag: henry
Once Henry finally gets his cat, how does he interact with him? Is he the type to baby-talk the cat, or have conversations with him like a person, or just quietly enjoy his company? In other words, what kind of “cat person” is Henry?
Definitely a quiet enjoyer of company. Unlike Mabel or Stan (and to a lesser extent Dipper), Henry doesn’t really broadcast his desires, his wants. To be honest it actually surprised Mabel a bit when he brought up getting a cat.
He doesn’t baby talk Pookie (or intend to name the cat Pookie…that was all thanks to Willow)… but he’s the one to get the dangle toy out, the one to feed and water Pookie. Pookie will let everyone else pet her, but only Henry can pick her up. Henry is also the only one who’s lap she will sit on; which kills Mabel.
(a long, long time ago, Henry needed someone soft and warm and kind in his life. He didn’t get it then but he has Pookie now)
AU where the Transcendence still happened, but Dipper actually died. Mabel imagines that he’s still there. But, because Dipper absorbed Bill’s demonic energy he’s in a limbo even more limbo-y than the mindscape. And he’s trying to get out. Then, in her teen years,Mabel manages to pull him out, but it like ‘scrapes’ off some of his power. So now, a sentient, non-sapient demonic power entity thing belongs to all Mizars, since she released it. It can temporarily power any one up like the Woodsman..
are you ready for one million screenshots?
And while I’m posting TAU (as per usual) Henry!
A little something a couple of us were talking about led me to this beauty of a HC: Sometime after the Transcendence, Pitt-Cola released a new product; Pitt-Cola Salsa. All the taste of salsa with the taste of Pitt-Cola. Pitt included! Dipcor and Mabel go bananas for it and Henry has to be the responsible one and not only demon proof the stuff they have at home, but Mabel proof it too. He has his work cut out for him, poor guy.
Henry also does not understand the appeal because soda flavored salsa sounds like the most disgusting thing ever.
Mable: But haven’t you ever HAD Pitt-Cola???
Henry: Well, no-
Mabel: WE’RE FIXING THIS
Psychic Singularity Ch 11
Though she had some misgivings about this aspect of her uncle – it
frightened her, how quickly she had lost herself to the fight and the
blood, made her wonder if part of it was his influence – Acacia was sure
now that he knew who she was and would keep his word about coming with
her quietly.Even if he did keep getting distracted, eyes narrowed and teeth
clicking like a cat’s chitter as his ears flickered, obviously hearing
things in the underbrush that Acacia couldn’t, Bloodlust still followed
behind his niece and her attendant nightmares as they walked towards the
woods.Something rustled the bushes at the other side of the clearing the
arena had sat in until so recently and all four swung to face it.Acacia had an arrow to the string without remembering drawing it, waiting for something to show itself.
The bushes rustled again, and Bloodlust darted forward, claws ready to rend and tear, teeth bared.
A nightmare burst out of the bushes, and Bloodlust checked himself so
hard he flipped over in midair and hit the ground hard, leaving a claw
gouges in the dirt where he landed.Acacia was sliding the arrow back into her quiver even as Bloodlust
was hitting the dirt, both she and the three nightmares holding back a
little from him while trying to see if he was okay.He sat up after a few seconds and shook his head, so Acacia decided
he was probably fine and turned to look at the nightmare that had come
barreling out of the bushes.She recognized Sauron after a glance, and rushed past the nightmare as her father and another nightmare appeared.
Acacia might have been an adult, but right now she’d been worried about her family and needed a hug from her dad.
A little something a couple of us were talking about led me to this beauty of a HC: Sometime after the Transcendence, Pitt-Cola released a new product; Pitt-Cola Salsa. All the taste of salsa with the taste of Pitt-Cola. Pitt included! Dipcor and Mabel go bananas for it and Henry has to be the responsible one and not only demon proof the stuff they have at home, but Mabel proof it too. He has his work cut out for him, poor guy.
Henry also does not understand the appeal because soda flavored salsa sounds like the most disgusting thing ever.
Has Dipper ever magic-ed/deal-ed the triplets into falling asleep because they just keep getting out of bed and it’s 12 am and they won’t listen and-AARGH!?
It makes Henry uncomfortable to think about magic being used on the babies, so out of respect for his brother, no.
That being said, Dipper did make some teething toys for the kids that made them suspiciously quiet whenever they chewed on them.
(Henry gave Dipper the stink eye…. but he used them too after awhile)
Looks like someone hurt Mabel. They’re probably not going to live for much longer…
This was just going to be a doodle with the pens I found last night. And then I went overboard. And then I went into a editing app and went overboard AGAIN. Also every time I draw Alcor I spill something for some reason.
Nonetheless it was SUPER fun to draw.
Psychic Singularity Ch 07
Henry opened his eyes slowly, half expecting his head to be throbbing
and surprised he wasn’t hurting like he half expected to be.The ground he was lying on was spongy, with the cool, green scent of
moss, and he fully opened his eyes to see trees stretching towards the
jaggedly striped grey and neon blue sky.The juxtaposition made his head hurt, and he squeezed his eyes shut as he rolled over and got to his knees.
When his head stopped spinning and eyes stopped watering, he sat up on his knees and took a cautious look around.
The bright colors overlaid with grey were easier to look at than the
sky, and seemed vaguely familiar, like he knew the part of the forest.He looked around slowly, searching for his family, and he could
vaguely feel his antlers trying to form, more solid here in this mix of
reality and Mindscape than they were everyday, the axe ready to come to
his hand despite there being no threat here yet to face.There weren’t any other humans in sight, but Sauron and Baaaaab, the
nightmares that had chosen him, were scrambling to their feet and
trotting towards him, which was a surprising relief.Only this family would be relieved to see demonic nightmare sheep trotting towards them, Henry thought ruefully as he let the two give him a quick once over.
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