Henry and Stan: plain glazed
Acacia: Chocolate cake.
Hank: Blueberry cake.
Willow: jelly filled.
Dipper: a weird mixture of dirt, glass, and onion flakes he puts on himself.
Mabel: okay so first you glaze it, then you put Fruity Pebbles on it but oh wait there’s already Fruity Pebbles baked in the dough okay so Cocoa Pebbles on top, then you get maple syrup and-
What Do You Have?
TAU Ficathon 2018
Henry was working on dinner in the kitchen when he noticed his five year old Acacia quickly coming into the room, opening a drawer, grabbing something, and then leaving, before he could say hello. Wondering what had just happened he put his preparations on hold to go see what Acacia was up to. Walking into the lounge room Henry spotted his oldest daughter sitting next to the couch with her back turned away from him, fiddling with something in her hands.
“Hey Acacia, what do you have there?” Henry asked squatting closer to her level near the ground.
“An apple!” She held up a bright red apple so her father could see, lowered it, and then raised something that Henry really, really wished she didn’t have. “And a knife!” Acacia said proudly, as if thinking he would be pleased to see her with such a sharp object. Well that explained why she was in the kitchen.
“NO! Give me that!” blurted out Henry grabbing the knife and holding it out of reach.
“Aww, why?”
“Because kids aren’t supposed to have sharp knives.”
“I’m not a kid! I’m a big school girl,” she pouted, crossing her arms, apple forgotten on the floor. “And Uncle Dipper let Hank use the knife yesterday to cut his sandwich!” Of course his brother had.
“Yes well Uncle Dipper shouldn’t have and is himself a child so is also banned from knifes.” And the kitchen, when he was done having a chat with him about what is and isn’t appropriate for five year olds. “Why do you even want a knife anyway?”
“I wanted to have apple slices!” Acacia picked up the apple again, showing what she had planed to cut up.
“You could have just asked.”
“But I wanted to use the knife myself!”
“Sorry darling but that’s not happening just yet.” Acacia looked down at the ground, continuing to pout. She was so sure she could handle the knife herself, why couldn’t her Dad just let her show how grown up she was?
Not wanting to leave her all upset, Henry had an idea. “Why don’t you come help me finish getting dinner ready?” He offered, hoping that would help make her feel better without just giving her the sharp knife. She looked back up at him, her face lit up brightly.
“Can I use the knife?”
“Not that one, but there is a different one you could use.”
Cheering Acacia jumped to her feet and rushed to the kitchen closely followed by Henry. Opening the cutlery drawer he took out a different knife, sharp enough to cut a few vegetables, blunt enough he didn’t need to worry about his daughter cutting herself. He gave it to Acacia as well as a carrot on a chopping board, showing her how to use it properly, and, most importantly, safely. She happily chopped up the carrot, as well as a few others, and dinner was full of her proudly sharing how she helped, and got to use a knife.
Henry then found Willow in the kitchen the next morning, wanting in on the chance to use a knife herself. He was only mildly surprised really given her demands during dinner to use a “proper one” as well.
The End
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My first attempt at a one-shot for the TAU ficathon, hope you all like it ^-^
Mabel and Henry are just the cutest I had to draw them ^-^
The town of Gravity Falls was torn when Mabel finished her story of what had happened so far that day.
There was sympathy that Dipper was suffering, but there was anger,
too, that he was dragging them into it, even if he was apparently
unwilling and unconscious of doing it.And beneath the anger, ran worry, for themselves and for Dipper, that only made everyone more anxious, angrier and more afraid.
They were arguing amongst each other about what to do and what was
going on as soon as Mabel had finished, getting louder by the minute and
ignoring the Pines.One of the Flock butted against Mabel’s side, and she stumbled into her daughter’s side with an ‘oomph’.
Most of the Flock (and there were a lot of them now, more than Bill
had ever had, and it was looking like he was going to have more than any
demon before, according to a mostly proud, slightly worried Dipper)
were moving to line the walls and cluster around the weakest points of
the building, while a smaller cluster stood nearby and watched the Pines
family (and adopted family) with worrying intensity.
To be honest, not as traumatizing as you might think.
Dad threw me into the lake once or twice, and expected me to swim back which went as well as you could expect. However, Dad was never much for swimming himself, and we did have the lake nearby, so between my parents’ lack of attention and boredom on my part, I managed to teach myself.
When the kids were little, I did insist on signing them up for swimming lessons. Just because I managed to teach myself how to dog paddle didn’t mean I wanted them to take as long as I did figuring it out.
So on one hand, no actual souls are in Henry’s apples.
OTOH there is something… off about those apples, so yes this absolutely
Mabel was the first to struggle to her feet, as her husband and
grunkles were still tangled up with each other on the floor, slowly
fighting their way free as she scrambled up.She could hear the kids downstairs, Willow and Hank and Vivi crowding
around the bottom of the stairs and calling. Counting on having a
minute before they came upstairs, she tried to feel out for Dipper. The
bond from her to him was weaker than him to her, but usually she could
feel him, and pull on it to get him to come home.She felt out and…nothing. She couldn’t feel anything from her
brother, at all, not the faintest hint of where he was or what he was
feeling, and that never happened, not unless…Hoping he was just shielding from her, she started downstairs,
brushing past her Grunkles, who were now on their feet and glaring at
each other, though thankfully not fighting yet.Usually she’d try and do something about that, but Henry gave her a
sigh and a nod as she looked at him, letting her know he’d take over
this time. She gave a half smile and hurried downstairs, knowing if she
stayed upstairs she’d get distracted trying to help.“Your uncle’s having a freak out, your great-great-uncle threw holy
water at him and he disappeared, normal day in the Pines house,” she
called to her kids as she hurried past them into the kitchen.
The hands are also invisible to those without the Sight, so most patrons of the library have no clue that the tall red-haired librarian there is anything other than ordinary.
That said, that is quite the mental image, and a hell of a thing to try to explain away or cover up.
He remembered
nothing. Not how he got here, not his past, not even his name.All that he knew was the now, and
the forest.(There was a nagging feeling that
he had been doing a lot of thematic wandering in forests lately, but that
wasn’t important so he ignored it.)He felt lightheaded, not as if he
was going to pass out, but like some great weight he had grown accustomed to wearing
had suddenly been removed. In his chest there was an occasional flare of fiery
pain, but as soon as he noticed it, it was gone again. His feet were bare and
the ground was rough, but he didn’t mind. They were definitely taking him
Somewhere, he could feel it as he slipped in between trees and shrubs, a path
known only to a deep part of him. What for and why he had no idea.But the woods were lovely, dark and
deep. He felt a peace here he knew (how?) that he hadn’t felt as intensely for
a long time.The trees themselves were rather
interesting; He had a feeling that the types of trees he kept walking by
weren’t supposed to grow in the same forest together. There were the short,
scrubby trees that were either bursting with tiny yellow flowers or long seed
pods that littered the forest floor and constantly crunched under his feet.
Trees with stiff branches that stuck straight out and bristled with millions of
tiny needle like leaves. And finally there were the trees that almost looked
like they were melting; long and limber branches that drooped off the trunk,
tips kissing the ground.The wind whistling through the
trees sometimes sounded like laughter and sometimes like crying but mostly just
like wind.He frowned. Was this supposed to be
teaching him some lesson or deliver a Grand and Terrible Truth at the end? That
kind of thing generally only happened to his br-To his…. his….
It didn’t matter. And the woods
were lovely, dark and deep.Also really good smelling.
The Woodsman!
Because who doesn’t like cool antlered tree monsters who save and or terrorise people 🙂
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