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.
I really wish I could have put the whole crew in there, but, you know, I have limited space, so here’s a small collection.
TAU thoughts ahead!
So, I was thinking about Hank and his Dinner Crew and about everyone in Portland pretty much running with the assumption that he is, indeed, a mob boss. And then I thought, but wait, how might that affect his working life? We know that at the start of the whole thing he’s employed in a computer firm of some sort – he’s got steady hours and a paycheck and a boss who was concerned over what turned out to be doctored photos ‘proving’ Hank was in a cult – and Mod S says that eventually he goes freelance…but what about in between?
What if the reason why he went freelance was because of those rumors of him being a Don? What if these rumors cost him his original job?
A calm day for the Portland mafia.
Click here for a more violent one.
…read the captions?
Quite a day for the Portland mafia. A worse one for their enemies.
For a calmer day, click here.
There is no Toby because he’s hard to draw and harder to make intimidating. Sorry. Read the captions?
Sure I have! Kiyo is a member of my nephew’s “accidental mafia” in Portland. She’s the team bus, apparently. She’s big, she’s intelligent, she can hold a conversation about anything, she loves her books and has a huge collection, and she looks after Hank as best she can, so as far as I’m concerned, what’s not to like?
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Mabel was crying silently over her brother’s body, the tears trailing
over her cheeks to drip onto his face, exhaustion finally catching up
to her and leaving her unable to do much more than curl around him
and sob.
Around them, the town of Gravity Falls and the augmented Dinner Crew
began to clean up, herding the beaten, bruised, and mostly silent
cultists into the cages they’d held the denizens of the forest in,
while others began to see to the wounded. They kept glancing up at
the platform where the Pines crowded around Dipper in worry, some of
them crying and wanting so badly to know if Dipper was all right, but
not quite willing to push themselves into the family’s moment.A few of the braver ones ventured into the church to see what needed
done there to clean up the damage the cult had done and, with cries
of shock and anger, began to bring out those killed, to lay them out
with what dignity they could.Up on the platform, Gideon tried to take advantage of everyone’s
distraction to escape and was nearly skewered by Kiyo’s claws for his
pains. Anthony lay trapped in her claws beside him, glaring at
everyone and grinding his teeth in anger. Each time he opened his
mouth to speak, Ben swooped in to give him another kick, and for his
tiny size his kicks were surprisingly effective (and painful).
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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!
A/N: This thing is a monster. It’s even longer than Trust No One, previously my longest TAU fic. It is based on a headcanon I submitted before I became a mod, in which I speculated that not every nibling of Dipper’s was guaranteed to be an actual good person.
I then worked to finish it in time for seiya234‘s birthday. So, Happy Birthday, Seiya. Enjoy!
Shards
of glass littered the asphalt, glittering orange and red beneath the dancing
flames – a field of fiery stars spread out before his feet. Ash drifted like
snow overhead. Aside from the steady roar and the distant sounds of fighting –
crackling magic, frantic shouts, more crashes and delicate rains of storefront
and apartment windows – the street had grown quiet. It felt like a moment to
take a deep breath, but the smoke cloaking him on all sides, muffling sound and
shrouding all signs of violence save those sparkling shards, discouraged the
notion before it could take hold. Already he held a dampened handkerchief over
his nose and mouth, and already his eyes were stinging.A
hulking shape loomed out of the smog before him. He stood calmly, waiting.“Done,
boss,” the troll said, resembling nothing so much as a walking mountain with a
persistent moss problem. The man nodded.“Well
done. Have everybody pull back now. We might as well allow the officials to
come and pretend they’re doing their jobs.”The troll
grunted, having already used his quota of words for the day, and rumbled back
off into the yellow smoke. Another crash sounded from somewhere down the
street. The man sighed behind his handkerchief.“Pathetic,
isn’t it?”
Warning for blood and violence in this chapter.
Things are starting to really get heavy, folks.
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From behind the circles came the sound of struggling, scents of panic
and despair, and Dipper saw Willow’s eyes grow wide even as cries of
pain sounded from behind the circle, sounds cut brutally short. The
scent of blood and death hit him seconds later even as Willow cried
out a denial.The circles and chains glowed with blood, pain, and death magic, all
the more potent for the magic of of those killed, and Dipper’s roar
of rage mingled with Willow’s scream.Dipper panicked as the chains binding him began hauling him
backwards, fighting them with everything he had, even as the new
blood made them stronger. Whatever they were doing, he wanted no part
of it!He twisted to try and see what was happening and realized that, while
he’d been glaring at Anthony and Gideon, their underlings had made a
bridge to a smaller set of circles, slowly and gradually enough that
he’d not noticed in between everything else they’d been doing.Faintly he smelled newer blood over the clinging reek of the blood of
more of his friends from the woods, and he recognized it as Willow’s,
that she was panicking even worse than he and had torn her wrists in
her fight to get free, flickers of fire running down her arms to the
panicked cry of the cultist watching her, lost in the rest of the
chaos.A
surge of adrenaline at that scent gave him strength enough to break
an arm free and lunge forward, claws piercing through Gideon’s suit
and skin without a mark only to gouge slashes on the soul beneath. He
hadn’t been aiming for that, but he’d do whatever damage he could
right now if it would make
them stop make them b̷l̀e͢èd
m҉àk̷e҉ ͝t͏h҉em͞ ͞pa͝y҉
.Gideon screamed and terror flowed around Dipper, thick and heady and
strong, as Anthony barked out orders, an edge of panic to his voice
that only Dipper could hear.The chanting grew louder, faster, frightened and determined, and the
smell of blood grew stronger as more was spilled. Dipper’s lunge had
thrown him off balance enough that their magic got a grip before he
could right himself, dragging him backwards hard and fast.
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