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.
Tag: toby the troll
My prompt for the ficathon was more of Alcor and Lucy Ann being immortal bros. Alcor wasn’t cooperating however so this is more “Lucy Ann for best immortal bro”. Inspired by this HC.
Castor and his Cult were off stopping the second human sacrifice this month. While the statistics were certainly better, the need for an anti-cult to prevent Alcor’s fanatics from outright murder was still ticking her off. Her self-enforced deadline was creeping up and the many Cults of the Alcorian Cycle would not this screw up. She’d been planning this shit for seventy-six goddamn years, everything was going to be flawless. Or else. Pinching the bridge of her nose, she attempted to soothe her building headache.
A large stone hand gently rested itself on top of her black curls. Few would be so brave as to even approach a vampire with a potential migraine but then again very few things could even put a dent into a troll. She tilted her head up to position Toby’s cool fingertips on her forehead. Technically he’d gone by his more trollish name, Basalt, since he took charge of his silicate a few centuries back, but it was still Toby beneath all that weathering and the sweetheart had found her plotting many a time.
“…Lu?” he rumbled. “…You ok?” She nodded her head, but reached up her tiny hand to hold him where he was. The cool rock was such a wonderful thought clearer. The plan was not simple so she definitely wouldn’t turn down any spare clarity.
The Scouring: Chapter 5
Warning for blood and violence in this chapter.
Things are starting to really get heavy, folks.
On AO3: First Chapter Here, Current Here
On FF.net: First Chapter Here, Current Here
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.
The Scouring: Chapter 4
On AO3: Start Here; Current Chapter Here
On FF.net: Start Here; Current Chapter Here
Have to be somewhere this evening, so have a slightly early update. 🙂
Hank Pines paced the floor of the apartment he shared with his
fiancee, Vivienne Chen. Something was wrong with his family, his
parents and siblings and uncle and grunkle, he was sure of it, but he
had no idea why he was so sure they were in danger.There had been no call, either mundane or occult, to let him know
there was trouble. No message, no reason for this knowledge, nothing
but an unshakable feeling that there was danger threatening his
family.Hank kept finding himself rubbing the pine tree tattooed on his hip
as he paced, the tattoo he shared with his sisters that doubled as an
emergency summon for his uncle. It felt normal, not extra warm to the
touch or sending little sparks through his fingers, and for a few
seconds he was tempted to use it, summon his uncle and convince
himself he was being silly…even if it was supposed to be for
emergencies only and using it would mean at least a good half hour of
convincing his uncle that everything was fine at the very least.Vivi watched him from the kitchen, where she was sitting and nursing
a cup of coffee. “Hank, would you just call your family already?”
she said. “Whatever way you want to, I don’t care how. You’re going
to keep worrying until you do.”Hack ran a hand through his hair, grimacing. “It’s silly, though,”
he protested. “It’s just a feeling, I…there’s no reason to think
anything’s wrong.”“You’ve been pacing for two hours,” Vivi pointed out, laughing to
cover her worry. “Just call already, before you wear out the
carpet. You’ve spent this long living with a demon, something had to
rub off on you, right?” she added, tossing Hank’s own explanation
for the things he could pull off and his blank reactions to the
inexplicable back at him. “Just…do it, okay? Before I pick up a
phone myself.”
Hank and His Supernatural Mafia, 8/?
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“I’m pregnant.”
Hank, who had confidently taken a slurp from his soda
not anticipating any world shaking news, spat it across the table.Reina sniffed and raised an eyebrow at her
brother-in-law.“Hank, I know
you weren’t raised in a barn,” she said, and tossed him a rag to wipe off the
table.Acacia was not helping, shaking with laughter.
“Dude, you should see your face, it is excellent!” she cackled.
Hank looked around the Love Shack (as Acacia and Reina
called their small trailer), and tried to imagine a niece or nephew running
around. He couldn’t help but see Acacia’s sword collection hanging up on the
walls, tubes of oil paint lying around uncapped, Reina’s tiny glass figurines
which were the perfect size for swallowing, the three inch drop between the
kitchen door and the living room….“Um, have you told Mom and Dad yet?” Hank asked.
“We were waiting for you to get here, and then we were
going to go to the Shack together and then we were going to tell all of you at
once but I got really excited and um….Reina, help me out here?”Reina only laughed, and kissed Acacia on the forehead.
Hank noticed that her eyepatch had an appliqué of a baby bottle on it; how had
he missed that?“So…I’m the first to know?”
Acacia grinned, and pulled Reina onto her lap, causing
her wife to laugh and boff her on the head.“Well, second to know but yeah,” Reina confirmed.
“Do you know if it’s a boy or a girl?” Hank asked.
“Hank, I just peed on a stick and found out yesterday-“Acacia
stopped to laugh a minute at the face Hank pulled, but went on. “I was going to
ask Grunkle Dipper when we get to the house.”Hank thought about the sounds that his mom and uncle
were probably about to make when Acacia told them the news.“Do either of you have earplugs?”
When the dinner crew first meet hanks family, Mizar is wearing her bloody summoning apron and acacia has been experimenting with a bright new Mohawk. As predicted, Mabel and Toby become best friends and unsurprisingly, acacia gets along with the selkies so well that you could hardly tell she wasn’t already one herself.
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