Part 2: (maybe Hank or Willow) and the blood falls onto the paper. The triplet who gets scratched maybe starts to cry for Dipper to come and
help them and BAM he is summoned into a preschool classroom.
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
Tag: triplets
The Transcendence Scrapbook (Or Dipper’s Life as an Ageless Dream Demon)
The entire scrapbook is available on ao3.
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Change
Mabel found out the hard way that startling Dipper was not a good idea.
Not a good idea but still hilariously fun.
He’d been in one of his dazed states where he was starring off into the infinite depths of the universe, gathering the winding wool of information that was dumping into his mind, sorting it out and categorizing it all in a way that only Dipper could. He would be like this for hours after recovering from the massive amount of knowledge suddenly accessible to him. And normally he was left alone during these moment because he had a tendency to snap, crackle, pop with energy and shock anyone who got too close.
The Pines family goes to Demoncon dressed up as their supernatural counterparts, but either intentially mess up some details about thier costumes or are extremely accurate and act contradictadory to the lore. Ie: Mizar and The Woodsman kiss in the lobby and Glisse cries, “Ew, Mom and Dad!”
You don’t even want to know how long it took for Mabel and Acacia to talk Henry into going
When the triplets watch the Tooth video, one of them (probably Hank) genuinely doesn’t understand why Bear-O is considered so frightening and agrees that he’s kinda ugly cute. From then on Bear-O is their ticket to special one-on-one Mom attention when they’re feeling needy or sentimental, because everyone else will flee the room as soon as he comes out.
The Woodsman, after Henry’s death, feeling a strong connection and need to protect certain souls. Those souls are the reincarnations of the triplets, Mabel, and Henry himself, but the Woodsman doesn’t know that–it just feels right to watch over them.
Friends With Tax Benefits (2/?)
Have a surprise twoshot! 😀
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The Woodsman appeared for the first time when the kids were seven.
Henry wasn’t sure how the warlock in front of him found out about their relationship to Dipper.
Or how he had somehow managed to make a circle that bound even Dipper, and had tossed a trussed up Henry in next to him-
(Henry could feel the hate radiating off of Dipper, feel the heat of his eyes burning into the air, and the massive amount of will it was taking for Dipper to not completely lose his shit and scare the kids even worse than they already were).
Objective Henry wasn’t sure what drinking the blood of his children would do for said warlock since Henry was pretty sure demon magic and/or genetics didn’t work like that, and the warlock was going through all of this for nothing.
Objective Henry was just a tiny insignificant speck in his mind however, the vast majority of Henry focused on breaking the spell binding him more sure and true than any rope, chain, or zip tie ever could. Next to him he could feel Dipper throwing himself again and again against the wall of will called into being by the warlock, making cracks and dents in it, but it wouldn’t be enough, oh god it wouldn’t be enough.
Because there was Acacia, slapped unconscious after she had tried to bit the warlock’s ear off,
and there was Hank, who had slammed his head into the warlock’s stomach and for
his trouble got thrown against the wall (no no no he was seven, he was
only seven).
And there was Willow,
and a knife against her upper arm, making a quick cut (their brave girl didn’t
make a sound, didn’t make a peep, but just glared at Tony the Warlock like he
was not even dirt under her feet) and the warlock lapping the blood up with his
tongue.
“Oh little girl,” the
warlock purred, and the look in his eyes at Willow made Henry simultaneously
terrified for his daughter and have a bright crimson red drop over his gaze.
“We are going to have-” Here he made another cut and this time Willow couldn’t
help but let out a small yelp that broke Henry’s heart. “-fun tonight.”
He took even longer licking the blood from her skin and Willow began to sob
quietly.
Dipper started to fight
against the circle he was bound in even more furiously, losing control of his
hold on his more human guise, sparks bursting as he bumped against the circle,
teeth and fangs bared, black and gold stealing across his form.
Henry had never felt
more powerless, more useless, in his entire life. Within him, in the little
part of his heart that belonged to Dipper now, he could feel that his husband
felt just as helpless as Henry did.
There had to be
something, anything Henry could do.
The part of Henry that
was tied to Dipper burned with hate and fury, and Willow screamed, unable to
control herself any more (and she was seven, she was only seven that was
something little girls shouldn’t have to worry about).
Henry could never quite
explain how he did what he did afterwards, or what gave him the idea. All he remembered
was focusing on that little ball of hate in him and pulling on it.
Suddenly it felt like he
was on fire, every cell within him blazing and burning, every single part of
him in immense, horrific pain. Henry felt distantly bone shooting out of his
head, an axe coming to his hand and the wood spiraling up and into his arm, the
bonds the warlock placed on him ripping to shreds, his eyes sinking into his
skull to be replaced with…something else. Perhaps that was the reason for the
pain…
But Henry knew better,
knew it was because Dipper was consumed with hate, consumed with bloodlust,
focused on making sure the warlock in front of them died a horrible death and
honestly?
He felt the same way
now.
Every movement was pain,
and he felt like he would bow under the weight of the hate surging through him,
but still Henry moved through it, and broke the circle to free Dipper.
Henry managed to get out
“T̵ake th̛e͜m̀ a̧n͡d go,” to Dipper and was that his voice? He didn’t sound
like that, only Dipper did.
It didn’t matter, in the
end. It didn’t matter if he burned out and away at the end of this (and then
he’d be with Mabel, no, no remember the kids), didn’t matter what he
did.
All that mattered was
making sure that Acacia and Hank and Willow were okay, that Dipper was okay.
Dipper picked up Hank
and Acacia, grabbed Willow from the suddenly nerveless arms of Tony the
Warlock, and blipped the four of them out of existence.
That left Henry alone
with the warlock.
“I…I…I didn’t
mean…I wasn’t going to do anything to…to them….”
Henry hefted his axe.
“I do͠ub͢t ţha̕t̛.”
(from that day forward
Henry gained a pair of antlers.
Every other time the
Woodsman made an appearance, hands would dangle from his antlers, and the tips
of his horns and the fingers that dangled down from them were alit with an
awful burning blue flame.
But from the first time
the Woodsman sprang into being there would always be an eyeball, a kidney, a
foot, dangling off the branch of his antlers closest to his heart).
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Legally, Henry and
Dipper were married.
Sure Dipper Pines was
technically no longer alive, dead at age twelve in a tragic explosion by his
Grand-Uncle’s house.
But Dipper was a demon,
and it was amazing what he could replicate or bring out of the ether. In this
case, all the paperwork needed to prove that Tyrone Pines was a real person,
and a person who could get legally married to Henry Pines in the state of
Oregon.
The problem, Henry
realized, was getting him to be serious about the whole thing.
“Dipper, you can’t put
your social security number as 666-66-6666.”
Dipper looked at him,
puzzled.
“Why not?”
Henry sighed. “Because
it is so fake sounding it’s not even funny. Just use your old social and change
a digit or something, I don’t know.”
Dipper’s brow furrowed,
but he erased the number and put in a more realistic looking one.
Two minutes later and,
“Dipper, you can’t put that your hometown is ‘Funkytown, California.’ There is
no such place.”
“There is now.”
“Dipper, be serious.”
“I am. Go look on a
map.”
Henry rolled his eyes,
and walked to the old atlas they kept on the desk in the Library.
Dipper kept filling out
things, hearing in the background the ruffling of paper in the other room, a
sudden thunk, swearing, and the thud of boots hurrying back into the kitchen
and-
“Dipper Pines, what the
fuck did you just do, what did you just literally fucking do, oh my God, oh my God-”
Dipper rolled his eyes.
“Calm down, I just changed the name of town that was already there, I didn’t
like, create anything new. Just tampered with some maps and minds, but that’s
it.”
(He could have with a
little more time and forethought, done what Henry had accused him of, but
Dipper didn’t think he would appreciate being told that.)
Henry had just calmed
down from that little snfau when he happened to look over Dipper’s
shoulder again and-
“Dip.”
“Yes?”
“Dipper.”
“What Henry?”
“Dipper, you…you
can’t….Dipper, why on earth do you have your parent’s cause of death listed as
‘fed to wild orcas in the Gulf of Mexico’?”
“Because it’s funny.”
“Are there even killer
wha-you know what, don’t answer that. I don’t care any more as long as all of
this goes through.”
(In the end, it did,
somehow, all work out fine, even though Dipper also put down his blood type as
L, used Henry’s birthday of June 18th as well for him, and claimed that he was
born with pink hair.
When the marriage
license was slid across the counter from them, and they were told to wait 48
hours before getting married, tears sprung to both of their eyes.)
The Transcendence AU is consuming my life
Some of these turned out pretty good.
Others…not as much.
Eh.Maybe I’ll color them?
Headcanon(?): One day when they’re young the triplets are looking through Mabel’s family album with the family and they see young not-a-demon Dipper and they’re like “Mom who’s that?” since they’ve only seen Dipper as a demon and everybody quiets down and Dipper’s just like “Oh hey I got a summon bye guys,” and Mabel’s like “He’s just a childhood friend” because the triplets are too young to know about Dipper’s past and for the rest of the day everybody expect the twins are really gloomy
YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
Fic prompt: Dipper plays Hide and go Seek with the niblets. Bonus points if: Willow gets mad at Dipper for trying to use his pwers and if Acacia hides in a tree.
Henry and Mabel dress as the traditional Watson and Holmes for Halloween!
Four Halloweens Mabel and Henry (andothers!) Celebrated
1. 22
Henry hadn’t done anything for Halloween since he
was ten and his father declared that he was far too old for “that trick or
treating shit, time to grow up boy-“Yes. Well.
Point being it had been over a decade since he had
dressed up in a costume of any kind and yet here he was, playing the Watson to
Mabel’s Holmes.He winced slightly as Mabel over-enthusiastically
slapped a fake bushy mustache on his face.“You know Mabes,” he said from his seat
on the edge of the tub (the best way for Mabel to easily reach his hair and
face for makeup). “If I had had a little more warning I probably could
have grown a mustache out.”“Yeah, but this way is more fun!” Mabel
gleefully exclaimed, getting ready to paste some mutton chops on his face as
well.“Um, are we going to do something with my
hair too?”“What do you mean Hen?”
“Well, the fake hair you’re putting on is
brown and I’m a redhead.”Mabel smiled, and produced seemingly out of
nowhere a pork pie hat.“I was just going to stuff it all under here!”
“Oh.”
She whipped out a massive pillow. “I’m also
going to need to stuff this under your shirt too.”“Won’t it fall out?”
Mabel wordlessly held up a rainbow sequined belt.
“Oh.”
(It was a ton of fuss, and Mabel had accidentally
used Crazy Glue and they needed to summon Dipper to get it off his face.But they won first place at the costume contest
and Mabel’s bubble pipe was a hit and he had never seen his girlfriend so in
her element.Henry looked at the massive smile on her face and
decided for her he would dress up anytime and anywhere.)2. 28
For the kids’ first Halloween, Henry was convinced
that Mabel was going to dress them up as three peas in a pod, because that
surely was the perfect triplet costume, right?“We’re going to be Power Rangers!” Mabel
exclaimed one night at the dinner table.“We?” Stan asked spooning some mushed
carrots into Willow’s mouth.“Wait, we?” Dipper seconded, attempting
to clean up Acacia a bit and failing miserably.Henry raised an eyebrow as he was busy making airplane
noises to try and get Hank to open his mouth.“Don’t worry Grunkle Stan, I know you got
your own thing going on here. But the six of us are going out. GO GO POWER
RANGERS!”Hank laughed at the funny noises his mother was
making, and Henry took the opportunity to smoosh peas into his son’s mouth.Dipper’s brow furrowed. “Mabes, Halloween is
kind of a busy night for me-what can you offer me to keep me on this plane and
with you guys?”“Halloween candy-bags before hand and a
fourth of whatever we get.”“A third.”
“I get to goody pick before you go through
out loot DippinDots.”“D̡̠̜̟̜̥̠͞͠Ę̠͖̰̦̦̮̻Ạ̠̣̬̱̜-um, sounds good.
We can figure it out more the night of.”Hank spat the mouthful of peas Henry had gotten
him to eat back onto Henry. Luckily, he was wearing his Dinner Shirt (an old,
ratty Mystery Shack souvenir shirt) so he wasn’t even phased, just put more
peas on the spoon and tried again.Henry’s wife went on. “And we can each have
one of the babies on us since there’s three of them and three of us-“Mabel rubbed her hands together and actually
cackled.“This is the bestest idea I’ve ever had.”
(Henry had to admit, even though he had never seen
the show, the end result of the costumes Mabel had made for all of them was
pretty damn cute.Though both he and Dipper drew the line at thirty
second little routine Mabel wanted them to do every time they went to a door.)3. 44
Henry stared at Mabel.
“What?”
“You can dress up as the Woodsman this year
and I will be Mizar!”“But…I….”
“Henry, it will be HILARIOUS, trust me.”
“Um, Mabel?”
“Don’t worry, you don’t have to do the
whole-” Mabel wiggled her hands in front of her eyes and hair. “-just
the antlers and axe; we can make a deal with Dipdop.”“Er, uh….”
“Also when I say ‘Mizar and Woodsman’ I mean
the version from “The Forest’s Son and the Demon’s Lover.” You know,
the new one from the author of “Twin Souls”?”Henry started to choke on his coffee.
(Everyone at the party in Bend who wasn’t in the
know thought Henry did an AMAZING job on his antlers, so he supposed it wasn’t
ALL mortifying.)4. 53
“I can’t believe I’m sick.”
Henry nodded sympathetically, and handed Mabel the
box of tissues as he saw her face screw up into another sneeze.In his wheelchair next to the couch Stan barked
out a laugh.“Getting old sucks doesn’t it sweetie?”
Mabel’s lip wobbled and Henry realized with a
start that she was about to cry.“It’s….it’s going to be the first Halloween
I’ve ever missed and-“A tear dropped from her face.
“-and Acacia and Reina are bringing Nito and
JoJo and Serge tomorrow and I have our costumes ready and-“Mabel started to cry, but then immediately
launched into a sneezing and coughing fit, going through the entire box of
tissues she had at hand.By the time Henry had returned with another box,
Mabel had settled down, but was still visibly upset.Henry sat next to his wife….as best as he could
anyway considering she was in a massive blanket ball on the couch. He reached
out and began to stroke her hair, brown shot with grey and down from its usual
headband.“We can stay in, watch really awful horror
movies-?” Henry began tentatively, unsure if she would want to or not.Mabel tried to lean gently into Henry’s chest but
over balanced and ended toppling blankets and all into his lap. She stayed
there, and smooshed her face into Henry’s leg.“I guess,” she said dejectedly.
“Mabel honey…”
“I’m sorry Henry! It’s just….I’ve gone
trick or treating my entire life, rain or shine, costume tear or slime demon,
hot or cold, and I’m just….what if it’s a sign?”“Of what?”
“That I need to grow up.”
Henry wasn’t one for snorting but this time he did.
He grabbed his wife’s hand. “What’s this
about growing up? I mean, you run your own business! And you’ve raised three
kids, and you pay your bills and-““’You?’ You’re in here too Henry! It’s not
just me!”“I know but that’s not the point. The point
is, you’re a wonderful mother and businesswoman and artist and a million other
things. If you want to keep on trick or treating, you’re going to keep on trick
or treating. You’ll be back out in force next year, better than ever.”Mabel smiled and snurffed up a massive
amount of snot.“What are we going to do about this year
though?” she asked, still squeezing his hand.“Um, maybe we could…go out the day after?”
Henry asked, even though it sounded crazy to his ears.“YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!”
“Ow, ow, ow, Mabel, sweetie, my ears,” Stan
grumped.(Mabel kept on trick or treating. She only
stopped after Henry died.)Coda: 22
“You don’t mind do you?”
Dipper, who had been summoned by Mabel (who
in turn promptly left the two of them alone for “BONDING TIMES” while she went
into town with Wendy), sat back into the porch rocker.“No, not really.”
Henry boggled. “Really?”
“Really really.”
“Really really really?”
“Henry.”
“Just kidding Dipper,” Henry said with a
smile.They sat in silence for a second, drinking
Pitt and watching Gompers go at the tire on Stan’s car.“You’re…you’re her boyfriend. And you’re
important to Mabel,” Dipper finally said. “I’m not going to get in the way of you
two doing things. It’s okay, I promise.”Henry smiled, and clinked his soda can
against Dipper’s.“You’re a good man, and a good brother.
Thank you Dipper.”Dipper blushed.
Silence, and then Dipper spoke again. “Besides,
we agreed we’d still do twin costumes on Summerween.”“Summerween?”
“Oh Henry, just you wait and see.”
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