Mod O knows this frustration. It is completely unfair.
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The Social Worker in charge of Willow’s kids’ cases regularly reminds herself what foster parents who take in unusual children and keep them happy, healthy and well fed are worth. Even if said foster parent creeps her out and is the sister of a Mob Bosses. Also that angering a Mob Bosses sister is a bad idea and she should probably just accept whatever explanation she’s given for the random kids she didn’t place there but has paperwork for anyway.
All this except for the Hank connection: Hank is four hours away in Portland, and he’s not that notorious outside of Portland.
The residents of Roadkill County are good at keeping their weirdness on the down low, even after the Transcendence
Spirit and Such: Epilogue
“Are you sure you’ve got everything?”
“I packed everything on the list.”
“You’ve got your toothbrush?”
“Yes, mom.”
“Your heart medication? Your hormones?”
Delina sighed, but ran another mental check of her inventory. The bottles were nestled in the first slot of the medicine section, just like they’d been the last five times Rasia had asked. “Yes, mom.”
“All your clothes? Socks, shirts, underwear?…”
“Mom!” she hissed, ears red. “Can we not do this now?”
“C’mon, Delina, cut your mom some slack.” Sam mussed Delina’s hair, ignoring her protests with an easy grin. “It’s not every day a mother first sees her child off to college, you know! And they grow up so fast…”
the Pines family watching the Adams Family Movies
was a bad idea when the triplets were seven because they spent the next two weeks trying to be as Extra as possible
The triplets go on a road trip before going to college or whenever you see fit.
Hank’s To-Do List
- Talk with mom about making sure Uncle Dipper doesn’t ‘coincidentally’ show up where we are
- Change oil in Stanmobile
- Double check sea conditions with Grunkle Ford for Hawaii leg of trip
- Go over plan to keep Acacia out of the driver seat one last time with Willow
- Snacks
Acacia’s To-Do List
- Update address book so that everyone can get postcards on trip.
- Get road atlas, also try and convince siblings again that spatial awareness > using your phone to navigate
- Stock up at Aunt Candy’s on bullets, bats, and bayonets
- Decide which artistic medium will best encapsulate this trip, pack accordingly.
- Snacks.
Willow’s To-Do List
- Make sure that 45 page itinerary of trip is finalized and up to date with latest ticket prices, hours of operation, campground reservations, and delicate diplomatic requirements needed to enter the Kingdom of the Underworld
- Remind Hank and Acacia that everyone agreed only two suitcases per sibling.
- Finalize the Ultimate Summer Road Trip Play List
- Snacks
beelieveinbees said: What are some specific mundane objects that the triplets are fond of? (Like, I have a water bottle I really like. Stuff like that)
Acacia: A small tupperware bowl, that lost it’s lid long long ago, and has become a cereal bowl. When she was little she would bodily fight Willow or Hank for that bowl, and when she went to college, the little brown plastic container went with her.
Hank: One of Grunkle Dan’s old flannel shirts. Grunkle Dan left it over at their house when they were ten, and Hank kind of adopted it. It lasted twenty seven years (kept alive by two separate demonic deals) and when it finally fell irrevocably apart, he had Mabel take the pieces and create four small dolls for his kids out of them.
Willow: A massive river stone that Acacia covered in random bits of glitter glue. It feels good in her hand.
HC: Hank and Willow simultaneously go into an emo phase. Like heavy, edgelord clothes. (Special Five Hours Only! Only $19.99!) Dyed hair. EVERYTHING. Now, Acacia has to hide this from EVERYONE, because if she saves them from getting mockery for this, they’ll help her??? (Bonus points if the two even go by their ‘demon’ names (Gliese and the one I can’t remember for Hank from that one fic)))
Hmmm.
Mod S here! So I don’t really see Hank and Willow going hard core emo/edgelord/scene; even if it was in their personalities, Mabel would (not entirely on purpose) take the piss out of it by wholeheartedly and earnestly joining them in the hair-dying and bedecking of clothes in safety pins and generally making it NOT COOL ANYMORE.
(also, their uncle is a demon. they win at being edge forever)
That being said, if Hank and Willow went emo, Acacia would do the opposite of hiding it. No, she would be two steps behind them the whole time, glaring at every single person who even blinks at them wrong, and wearing a whole bunch of suspiciously heavy metal rings to school all the sudden.
There’s only one person who can make fun of her siblings, and that’s Acacia. Everyone else can put up or shut up.
Some teen Triplets 🙂
I just reread Where Have All the Cowboys Gone? (Still fantastic, of course) and realized we haven’t ever seen Willow call Great-Grauntie Sheila. Does that ever happen? Also, does anyone else ever notice and/or get confused by the ancient telephone she’s got now?
That’s a fic Mod S has been meaning to get to for forever and a day.
As for the telephone, it exists in Willow’s mindscape, not in the actual house.
Probably for the best because Willow’s many small children/her uncle/her mom would probably play with it way too much.
Post Transcendence Plot Bunnies become a real thing. this causes issues.
“What are you drawing Acacia?”
Acacia, who had a crayon sticking out from behind her ear, and another stuck in her pony tail, looked up.
“I saw a bunny then I wanted to draw a pony.”
Dipper looked down. The pony, which was pretty expertly rendered considering the artist was only eight, was currently devouring another horse whole. Acacia had done a particularly good job on the blood splatter.
As a responsible adult he should probably be worried about this but, eh, this appealed to his aesthetic tastes pretty hardcore.
“Cool.”
–
It was a bit of a surprise to see Hank at the kitchen table surrounded by colored pencils the next day. Hank had as much of Mabel’s creativity as Acacia did, but it usually came out through violin practice.
Dipper leaned on the table to get a look. “What’re you doing buddy?”
Hank, fastidiously sharpening a pencil over a napkin, said “I saw a bunny and now I feel like coloring.”
Hank wasn’t good with living creatures like Acacia was, but when his older sister roped her siblings into coloring with her, he usually drew cars.
On the piece of old computer paper from the library, the Stanmobile was mowing over crowds of stick figures on a street.
“Looks pretty good Hank.”
“I think it needs more blood.”
“You’re almost out of red pencils.”
“I know. Can I trade you a Tootsie Roll for some more?”
Dipper grinned.
“Make that five Tootsie Rolls and then we will talk.”
–
It wasn’t until he saw Willow on the floor of her bedroom with a ballpoint pen and some cardboard that Dipper knew something was up.
Especially since Willow had to have two teachers trace her hand when they did Hand Turkeys in kindergarten.
He sat down next to his niece. “Don’t usually see you drawing.”
Willow nodded. “I know. I saw a bunny and then I wanted to make this.”
The lines were nowhere close to straight, but she was still managing a passable labyrinth, in a pattern that Dipper had only seen in some of the more esoteric and Lovecraftian grimoires that existed and-
Fuck.
Bunnies.
“Where did you see the bunny sweetie?”
“Mmmm out by the trashcan. Me and Caci were helping Hank take out the trash.”
“Thanks Little Fighter.”
Dipper stood up, and went to get ready to pay a personal visit to Uncle Ford.
Seriously. The amount of new fauna the forest was spitting out was starting to get ridiculous.
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