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Tag: triplets
So how often does boredom for the triplets lead to trouble? Short fic about said boredom maybe?
Fic open season!
That recent fic with a hungry Alcor feeding the triplets a demon he killed made me wonder, what is the general consensus on what happens if humans eat demon flesh/drink demon blood? I mean we know how demon energy affects humans so I’m curious
Realistically there would probably be Very Bad Serious Consequences, but Mod S is going to cheat here and say most of them were negated by the fact that Dipper has done some demony tinkering to the babies already, in the deal he made with Stan and Henry
That being said
A. Mabel and Henry were very Not Happy when they found out
B. The kids’ diapers were the Absolute Worse for a full week after
C. Dipper took diaper duty that entire week, no question
The Need for Touch
No linked prompt this week, just a random one-word prompt: Touch
Trigger Warning for talk of self-harm. Just talk, and we’ve had far worse in this AU, but still.
Of all the things Dipper expected to have problems with after turning into a demon, touch had been at the bottom of the list.
Mastering his powers? That, he’d expected to have trouble with. Being unseen and unheard? Oh, he’d figured out he’d hate that within a few hours of finding out he was incorporeal. Demonic instincts? Took him about five seconds to hate that with the burning passion of a thousand desert suns.
But touch…he hadn’t expected that to be so hard to deal with. To not be able to touch anything but his sister, not even physical objects; unable to feel the breeze, the earth beneath his feet when he tried to land…
He’d taken it for granted when he was human, like most anyone would, so it hadn’t kicked in at first just how hard it was to not have something as basic as touch anymore.
One Demon Band
Vignettes of Dipper and his Sousaphone, inspired by these three prompts/headcanons:
http://transcendence-au.tumblr.com/post/141629959993/we-need-dipper-playing-the-devil-went-down-to#notes
http://transcendence-au.tumblr.com/post/106482322538/summonings-only-work-for-a-limited-time-right#notes
http://transcendence-au.tumblr.com/post/105883561004/headcanon-that-alcor-will-occasionally-show-up-to#notes
Now that Dipper was a demon, and he had a reputation to maintain, he felt he needed to look and act the part. Dignified, suave, cultured, with a hint of menace and danger.
There was one slight problem with keeping up that facade, however, and it boiled down to this – once a dork, always a dork.
Oh, he could manage it when he was ‘working’, but it shattered soon after getting home, around people he could trust.
And while Dipper loved playing the violin, which could be highly dignified, a respected and cultured instrument, and he enjoyed playing it for his family, well…he also loved his old sousaphone and no amount of faked dignity could hide it.
Luckily, the triplets liked it when their silly uncle got out the ‘big blorty-horn’, as they called it. (They were four. Mabel thought it was adorable, and so did the rest of the family, they just weren’t as vocal about it as she was.)
They loved his violin, too, but most of the time, it was for soothing, for lullabies and nighttime. The sousaphone, on the other hand, was loud, and obnoxious, and perfect for entertaining toddlers.
Dipper was in the middle of giving his stars their own personal sousaphone concert (with Stan providing backup in the form of sarcastic commentary from inside the house each time there was a pause) when he felt the pull of an unavoidable summons.
“They’re beautiful.”
Stan looked at Dipper, who was physical for once, and
looking at their new nephew and nieces.
(they were both uncles now. They both had that in common,
and wasn’t that a little odd, the boy he part raised and him both uncles?)
“That’s um… yeah. I guess?” Stan managed to choke out.
Truthfully Dipper was right. The three red squirmy things in
front of them were the most beautiful
amazing things (people) Stan had ever seen in his life.
He thought he had stopped believing in miracles.
Stan also thought he had stopped being such a sappy clichéd fuck,
but here he was. Trying not to cry and mostly succeeding.
A miracle that Mabel had all three of them at once.
A miracle that all three of them were alive and well. And
yes, that was down to a deal and life syphoned away but it was still a god damn
miracle.
And he didn’t care how dumb and hokey it sounded, it was his mind and…
And….
And he remembered eating out of dumpsters.
He remembered a knife in the back from a friend.
He remembered jail, and how cold the cell got at night and
how hard the bunks were.
He remembered thirty years of cold lonely nights, an empty
house.
Two kids, and a girl that kept him in her home, her life.
Trusted her with her children.
“Yeah,” Stan said. “You’re right kid. They are beautiful.”
TAU prompt: Mabel has a new hairstyle she wants to try, but it requires long hair. Like, REALLY long hair. She ropes Dipper into growing it out Rapunzel-style for her. Chaos ensues.
omg yes
“C’mon dipdops, it’d only be temporary!”
“I said no.”
Mabel huffed and glared at her brother. She had been trying for the past hour to get him to make a deal with her to let her hair be Rapunzel’s length. So far, it was unsuccessful.
She had tried everything. Ice cream, candy, you name it, but he still refused. What was so bad about having super long hair for a day? All she wanted to do was try a new hairstyle, was that so much to ask?
Dipper began to float off, muttering something about getting desert, when it clicked.
“DIPPER!” Mabel yelled. He jolted to a stop and she ran towards him. “Double desert for a month.”
Dipper grinned and held out his hand. “That’s more like it. Have fun, Rapunzel.”
She grinned back and high-fived him. Oh this was going to be fun.
Two hours later, when Henry came back from the Library, he was greeted with Mabel frantically trying the braid her… incredibly long hair, Dipper screaming in eldritch horror while trying to untangle himself from thick strands of Mabel’s hair, and three six year olds wading through the ocean of hair that was in their living room, all laughing and/or screaming.
Very slowly, he backed out of the house and shut the door.
Oh boy.
Hey there! Not sure I’ve sent this before, bad memory, but has Dipper ever changed his age to the triplets’ for whatever reason?
He absolutely has, especially when they were little and he wanted to join in on their fun/create chaos/give Henry a headache.
This is all @marypsue ‘s fault.
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Hungry.
Every part of the creature ached. It felt like his insides
were gnawing at themselves, pulling muscle and bone, vein and ligament, pulling
every part of him into his stomach in a vain attempt to sate his desire but it
wasn’t enough, would never be enough.Hungry.
He fell to the ground, fell to all fours, dug fingers into
the ground (fingers parting carpet and wood and cement like butter) and howled.
He wanted, he wanted, he wanted–What. What was it he wanted? For that matter, he had a
feeling that he used to be more than just the blinding, tearing, screaming
sensation of want that was tearing within him. Then another pang hit and his
thoughts disappeared into sheer and utterHungry.
His head shot up, his nostrils flared as he scented the air.
Food. Upstairs. Up. Up. Up.
He was there in the room with the food faster than thought
(how? Didn’t matter) and looked down at his prey.There were three of them, all lying in the same box. They
were covered in some kind of cloth bag but he could take care of that pretty
easily. They were fast asleep, and did not stir at his arrival. Good. No fuss
that way. Another sniff let him know that they were mostly sweet-tasting fat
and bones that would easily crunch within his teeth and a bit of hair that
would get in the way but it didn’t matter becauseHungry.
He reached a shaking hand out reached a hand down to grab
one andN̰ ̯̞̺̀O̜̰͕ͅ
He shied away back from the box (crib), away from the prey
(stars triplets his). He looked at
his hands in befuddlement, the waves of hunger temporarily fading from
importance. Where had that word come from? And why?He looked down again. They were so small (so helpless) that
they would probably only drive away the hunger for a second but even a second
free from the tearing dragging sucking pain that was consuming him would be
worth it andN̸̮ ̘̘̤̹͙O̖̤̰̠͈̺!
The force of that actually pushed him away from the crib,
sent him flying backwards and hitting the wall. He blinked as the food (one two
three stars) awoke at the sound, blinked as his prey (Acacia Hank Willow) began
to stir and make snuffly sounds and squirm in their cloth sacks.Blinked as from them he could sense three tiny stomachs
churning and aching just like his was.Hungry.
They weren’t prey, they were…. Something else, and they were
hungry.He couldn’t have them hurting like he did. Couldn’t have
them suffer the way he was right now.He touched their minds, sent them back into sleep
temporarily, before ripping his way into the Mindscape, tearing across space
and minds looking for anything to stop theHungry.
He found a demon like him (not like him no one was like
him.)What was their name? What had they done? It didn’t matter.
All that mattered was fang and claw finally, finally sinking into flesh and
fuck that felt so sweet. Acidic purple blood gushing into his mouth, falling
down his throat, staining his front. The hunger screaming louder than ever,
screaming impatiently to be filled. Rip and tear, bite and chew, more more more
it wasn’t enough it would never be enoughHe remembered at the last moment that there were whelps he
needed to care for so he brought the carcass to them. Three little stars
stirred and reawoke as he dropped the body on the floor. He scissored off the
tiniest pieces of meat that he could to feed their fangless mouths, though that
didn’t work quite as well as he would have liked. He ended up coating his
fingers in the other demon’s blood and sticking them in his stars’ mouths,
letting them suck the blood from his fingers. It was hard, feeding all three of
them at once, but it was worth it to quiet the beast in their stomachs. When they
finished he took care of the rest of the carcass, then curled up around the
three of them in their box, the pain finally gone. He covered them with his
wings, and fell asleep alongside of them.(Dipper woke up to find him and the triplets wet and sticky
and covered head to toe in purple blood, just in time for Henry to walk in the
room)
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