If only because the sheer number of times Henry has had to bail Mabel out of jail beats the number of times Hank or Acacia have had to get bailed out by like, a lot
Tag: vivi
Psychic Singularity Ch 19
Hank had lost track of how long they had been walking and just what
direction they had been going in. The nightmares were leading the way,
while he and Gravity Falls were distracted keeping Uncle Dipper’s
Curiosity and Adventurer under control.Despite the whining of
both aspects Hank had kept the child leashes, and they hadn’t managed to
get out of them yet. Hank wasn’t questioning how the two aspects hadn’t
managed to wiggle free yet, all things considered – well, okay, he was
questioning, just not out loud where they could hear him and get ideas.It was a good thing that they hadn’t been attacked yet, and Hank was grateful for that, when he had a chance to think.
Still, with all the noise they were making, that was a bit of a miracle.
Gravity
Falls, for their part, was still apparently amused by Curiosity and
Adventurer’s antics, and Hank suspected it was distracting Gravity Falls
from the discomfort or downright pain that came from the circumstances
they found themselves in.Gravity Falls seemed to be extra amused
by how often Curiosity tried to climb trees, resembling a giant cat on a
leash as he did. If it weren’t for the leashes, the two of them would
have lost the aspects long ago.Up ahead, That of Teeth and Bessie
went still in the way only a supernatural creature could, as quiet and
frozen as a statue. At the ends of their leashes, halfway up a tree and
inspecting a bush respectively, Curiosity and Adventurer mimicked them,
all four looking in the same direction.Sharing a glance with
Gravity Falls, Hank shifted his weight to his good leg, hefting the
staff Aunt Candy had given him that he’d been using as a walking stick,
getting it into position for an attack.Hank didn’t allow himself to relax when two more of Uncle Dipper’s sheep shoved their way through the underbrush.
Psychic Singularity Ch 12
Vivienne’s landing was less than graceful, a bouncing, skidding roll
that ended with her facedown on the ground with a mouthful of grass.She heaved herself up on her elbows, spitting it out in automatic disgust before pausing.
The grass…tasted like candy. Sugar and mint, mostly.
Of course it did. Why should anything make sense today.
Carefully Vivi levered herself up and patted herself down.
Thankfully, apart from her dignity and a few scrapes from her landing,
nothing else hurt, so she started looking around for clues. At least
nobody saw that happen.Horace the Hooved Horror and Zondor the Destructor came trotting out
of the woods after a few minutes, just long enough for Vivi to think she
was left alone out here.“And where have you two been?” Vivi asked, the two nightmares looking
so similar to a pair of her kindergarteners that had been doing
something they shouldn’t be doing that the tone and question came out
automatically.Both sheep reacted like kindergarteners, too, scuffing the ground with their hooves and not looking directly at Vivi.
“Well?” she asked, suddenly wary. The two nightmares were acting
entirely too guilty for anything innocent…or anything demonic, really.
Must have been Dipper’s influence.“We…may have done some scouting about to see if we could find part
of the Master,” Horace the Hooved Horror said guiltily. “The Master
would have wanted us to stay with you.”“Could hardly help me when I was just lying here,” Vivi said after a few moments of thought. “Did you find anything?”
“Well…” Zondor the Destructor said reluctantly.
to the triplets (specifically Acacia) what was the worst thing you ever did that you DIDN’T get caught for?
Hank
My girlfriend in 11th grade, Veronica, talked me into riding with her on her motorbike…. without a helmet.
Vivi
So in other news my husband is a huge fucking dweeb.
Willow
I burned one of our report cards in fourth grade because we were each failing a class. I threw the ashes in the toilet and we never got caught. In retrospect, Stan and Dipper were covering for us because that was the year Uncle Dipper got Really Invested in our homework- especially that semester.
Oh, and the time burned the soul out of my English teacher. But I told Uncle Dipper about that one so I don’t know if that counts.
Acacia
:3
Psychic Singularity Ch 02
Mabel was the first to struggle to her feet, as her husband and
grunkles were still tangled up with each other on the floor, slowly
fighting their way free as she scrambled up.She could hear the kids downstairs, Willow and Hank and Vivi crowding
around the bottom of the stairs and calling. Counting on having a
minute before they came upstairs, she tried to feel out for Dipper. The
bond from her to him was weaker than him to her, but usually she could
feel him, and pull on it to get him to come home.She felt out and…nothing. She couldn’t feel anything from her
brother, at all, not the faintest hint of where he was or what he was
feeling, and that never happened, not unless…Hoping he was just shielding from her, she started downstairs,
brushing past her Grunkles, who were now on their feet and glaring at
each other, though thankfully not fighting yet.Usually she’d try and do something about that, but Henry gave her a
sigh and a nod as she looked at him, letting her know he’d take over
this time. She gave a half smile and hurried downstairs, knowing if she
stayed upstairs she’d get distracted trying to help.“Your uncle’s having a freak out, your great-great-uncle threw holy
water at him and he disappeared, normal day in the Pines house,” she
called to her kids as she hurried past them into the kitchen.
Small Packages (Pt 1)
This one is a combo of: kevingabriel’s request: kid alcor? and Is
it bad that I can see Alcor going all Unholy Retribution on people
involved in child trafficking? Because I can see him tearing them to
*shreds* and making them wish they’d never been born, and doing all this
while in his 12 years old self. Maybe one of his niblings told him, or
he discovers them accidentally with his omniscience, but the people
involved being wholly unprepared to deal with the wrath of a *very*
pissed off demon. (…Wow I need more demon-on-a-killing-spree!Dipper).Since this is my 100th chapter (how did that happen?) this one’s a two-parter. More next week from this one.
It started with a rumor, passed from group to group, species to species.
It probably would have stopped there, if it weren’t for the presence
of the Dinner Crew, who accepted and welcomed members of all species.Because they were the first to be able to compare rumors, see the similarities in them, and bring them all to Don Pines.
The swan maiden they had voted to bring it all to the Don, Fiona,
finally wrapped up her report and passed her papers over to Lucy Ann,
who was sitting in the huge armchair next to the couch holding Hank and
Vivi, dwarfed by the huge chair.“The police aren’t helping at all?” Hank asked, answering himself
before anyone else had to. “No, nevermind, of course they aren’t. If
they weren’t able to help when it was just human kids, why would they be
able to for anyone else.”He flopped back onto the couch, staring up at the ceiling. “Right.
Okay. I…sorry. Going to take a minute to sink in. I just. Every time I
think I’ve seen the worst things people can do…”
HOLY SWEET MOTHER OF MUSCLE CLAMS!!! So, the dinner crew are having a thing for (insert party here) let’s say…Hank & Vivi’s anniversary, of course, poor Hank babu: the police get tipped off by a (terrified) receptionist that DON FREAKING PINES JUST RENTED A WHOLE FLOOR AND IT SOUNDS LIKE A MASSACRE!! (It’s really just some of the crew invited gnomes) and the police come in, see 1- Willow doing DEMON FIRE OMG AAGHJKGG 2- Acacia with her brass knuckles and MANY other things. They run away.
I don’t think the police would run away, so much as give an exasperated sigh, and ask Willow if she has a permit for that indoor fire breathing act she’s doing.
(most of the Portland Police Department lost their ‘give a fuck’ after Vivienne’s batchlorette party two years prior)
prompt: with the amount of time lucy ann spends around hank/vivi, she’s mistaken for their kid, even before they actually have kids (i don’t imagine looks matter much since adoption is a thing). in some scenario where this happens, hank is flustered trying to explain “no she is not my daughter” and lucy ann is just smirking and rolling with it to embarrass hank. bonus points if the mafia is involved (whether they join the teasing or there’re civilians and rumors about The Don’s Daughter)
Especially since Lucy Ann has been trolling people before trolling was even a concept.
(Vivi is smart enough to just laugh it off or play along, and is amazed that Hank gets flustered every. single. time.)
Don Pines Out and About
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I can just see Hank and Vivi going to a fancy restaurant for a night out together, and being addressed as Don Pines, and getting the top notch service. Top shelf wine, a team of servers waiting on them hand and foot, a private booth, the works. Much to Hank’s exasperated embarrassment and Vivi’s amusement.AKA look, once in awhile I do fill requests! XD
Normally, Hank was just as happy going down to the little diner on the corner for food when he and Vivi were too tired to cook as he was going someplace nicer. Happier, sometimes.
It reminded him a little of Greasy’s, back in Gravity Falls – mostly in the fact that it was small, and welcoming, and hosted everyone regardless of shape or species (so long as the space could handle it, though the owner had made noises about expansions if he could save up the cash so he could host a larger variety).
The fact remained that most of the time, Hank and Vivi both enjoyed and often preferred the quick and easy food they got there when they did go out to eat.
But tonight was special, and they both wanted to do something a little fancier than normal.
So they were off to The White Diamond, the fanciest new restaurant in Portland – and one of the few that was both fine dining and accepted clients of all shapes and sizes.
As if they’d visit an establishment that didn’t. Maybe Hank was spoiled from living in Gravity Falls, but he wasn’t willing to put up with pro-nat crap even indirectly.
And, well, after visiting Gravity Falls, and forming the Dinner Crew, any patience Vivi might have had was gone too.
Hank had been busy with a sudden influx of freelance work, so he’d asked Lucy Ann if she minded making the reservations. The way he was going, he was forgetting to eat if food wasn’t left within arm’s reach, so it wasn’t as if he was avoiding it, he just didn’t want to forget.
In retrospect, asking Lucy Ann was probably his first mistake.
Until Hank got his hands on it, nobody updated the Gravity Falls website. Everyone knows that it is the origin or hardest hit point of the Transcendence, but the local website says it’s this normal sleepy town with lush forests and shimmering lakes.
Grunkle Tyler, as the mayor, paid Hank to update it when Hank was 16. He got forty bucks and a pair of bedazzled jean short shorts.
In college, Hank isn’t sure why Vivi is so insistent on him wearing them because they show off how corpse white his legs are but eh, whatever.
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