Tag: triplets

Pacifica meeting the triplets for the first time :)

seiya234:

“They’re really red.”

Mabel laughed.

“Well yeah! They got Henry’s hair! His marvelous, fantabulous hair-”

Pacifica raised an eyebrow at her friend, propped up in her hospital bed, an infant in each arm.

“Are you still high?” she asked.

“PAAAAAZ! Nope, the only high I am right now is on life. And lack of sleep; the kids don’t seem to want me to have any.”

Mabel kissed the head of each child-no, names Pacifica, Willow and Acacia-she had in her arm. Pacifica wasn’t much for kids, had never really been around infants or small children, but she had to admit that Mabel and Henry’s babies were kind of cute.

In an under formed squishy jelly bean kind of way.

It was just Pacifica and Mabel in the room right now. Dipper was doing “demon stuff and he’s going to probably be really cranky when he gets back,” and Henry and Stan were back at the Shack, getting things ready for when Mabel and the babies were discharged tomorrow. Pacifica kind of liked that it was just her and her friend, her best friend, right now and-

Her thoughts were interrupted by a snuffling sound coming from a plastic box on wheels near Mabel’s bed; was that supposed to be a crib? It looked terribly sterile and cold to Pacifica.

“Hank wants in on this action; can you hold him Paz?”

Pacifica froze.

Mabel furrowed her brow, as the snuffling became louder, threatening to erupt into cries. “Pacifica?”

Northwests never lost. Everything a Northwest did they did perfectly and without fault. 

Too bad no one had ever taught her how to do the truly important things in life.

Ignoring the voice in her head that was yelling at her to not show weakness, the voice that sounded far too much like her father, Pacifica muttered “I don’t know how to hold him.”

Mabel, bless her, didn’t ask if Pacifica had never been around babies before (she hadn’t) or didn’t she have other relatives (she did but they were distant, older, and prone to infighting.)

All she did say was,”Come over here for a second, and look how I’m holding the girls.”

Pacifica got closer to the bed and noticed the way Mabel supported their heads, how comfortable she seemed with them. She couldn’t do the latter but she could try for the former.

She went to the little mobile crib that held Mabel’s son, and steeled herself. She was Pacifica Elise Northwest and she could do this. Pacifica looked at the little boy with vaguely pointed ears and Mabel’s snub nose, and picked him up.

“Thanks Paz; that wasn’t so bad was it? Um, Pacifica, are you okay?”

Pacifica was frozen. The little boy in her arms peering at her myopically was so fragile and she was going to hurt him, she didn’t know what she was doing, she couldn’t be trusted with Hank and oh fuck he was about to cry.

“Paz.”

Mabel’s voice cut through her thoughts and she turned-carefully, so carefully-and looked at her best friend.

“Hank can tell you’re scared; don’t be. Just sit down and relax. I trust you.”

“I’m going to hurt him,” Pacifica said in a tiny voice she didn’t recognize as her own.

“Nope, you’re his Auntie, you’ll never hurt him.”

Her body of its own accord sat down in one of the chairs in the room. She…she had never been anyone’s aunt before.

She relaxed, and Hank calmed down. She touched his cheek with a trembling finger, and with remarkable speed for his two days, Hank whipped his head around and stuck the finger in his mouth.

“Uh-”

Mabel laughed. “He’s hungry the little oinker. Let me feed the girls and then you can hold your nieces while i take care of Hank.”

Nieces. Nephews.

And a friend that trusted the most precious people in the world to lay safe in her arms.

Pacifica could get used to this.

hikstii:

important question, do you think any of the triplets ever brought a friend over to their house after school but forgot to tell their parents about it, so when they got there Dipper was just chilling in the kitchen looking, yknow, like a demon with blood around his mouth and saying “hey guys i got a really good deal today, like three souls, so i got you some ice cream! also who’s your friend and why are they passed out on the floor”

#THE TRIPLETS BEING COMPLETELY CASUAL ABOUT THEIR UNCLE BEING A TERRIFYING DEMON GIVES ME LIFE #ALSO THIS LEADS TO THAT FRIEND GOING TO MS ROBINSON AND BEING LIKE ‘I THINK THE PINES TRIPLETS ARE LIVING WITH A DEMON??’ #AND SHE JUST GRABS A CIGARETTE IS LIKE ‘KID U DONT EVEN KNOW’ #UGH LIFE 

This is one hundred million percent canon

DIPPER SHAMING

We love that you all have gotten on board the Dipper Shaming train!

Have you considered such possibilities as:

  • “I bit my brother on the hand when he wouldn’t give me a pepperoni”
  • “I won’t let my brother touch his own children jfc”
  • “I drank three jugs of milk and burped loud enough to shake the house”
  • “I brought home an artifact of unimaginable might and let the babies play with it”
  • “I chewed up all the cords in the house”
  • “I got human blood on the couch”
  • “I tried to drag off one of the hands on my brother’s antlers”
  • “I ate the sweater my sister was working on.”
  • “I put an inside out mouse in Henry’s mouth when he was asleep”
  • “I watched my niblings draw on the walls and did nothing”
  • “I licked the butter at the dinner table”
  • “I like to take random objects and throw them in the toilet”
  • “I ate one of Stan’s rare books.”
  • “I chew on human souls in front of Henry to freak him out”

The choices are endless!

thoughtsfromajackofart:

3 Wise Monkeys  – See no Evil, Hear no Evil, Speak no Evil

Don’t ask me what they’re wearing, i’m not entirely sure myself >.>
I somehow went from listening to Gorillaz to this…. Also playing around more with this black and white/reduced color look… I think I likey
So which evil is your favorite?

(read across the hands first, then the chest)

if you need mod s she will be freaking the fuck out