Tag: willow

thoughtsfromajackofart:

I only meant to draw Henry reading but everyone else insisted on joining in. 
We definitely need more pics of the Moose being happy with a book tho xD (Lord knows he deserves some quiet time after all we put him through)

Acacia was reading to Stan at one point but they both agreed his stories were better. Also Mabel just washed the blankets and didn’t want to do more laundry so impromptu demon wing fort.

Favorite movie genres of Henry and the Triplets?

seiya234:

Henry: Documentaries! He loves to learn, and if he wants to be entertained, his first instinct is to pick up a book. 

Acacia: Horror movies. The gorier and slightly goofy the better. 

Hank: Is there a genre for movies like Oceans’ 11 and the Magnificent Seven? Any movie with a large cast of friends all working together towards a common goal. 

(seriously, the mafia should not have been a surprise.)

Willow: Comedies. The dumber the better. Her family has often sat in mute amazement as Willow genuinely laughs at every joke in movies such as Wall Fart: Strip Mall Cop Pt 3 and Scary Movie 12. 

Triplet Questions: 1-does Acacia ever freak people out with her empty socket/fake eye ala Ian? 2-does Hank ever troll people online about the whole “Don Pines” thing? 3-when do Willow’s Wisps become a BIG THING

seiya234:

1. Um, fucking fuck yes she does! Acacia lives for that. And over the years there’s an ever increasing horde of grandkids and niblings and friends do pull such tricks such as “Guess what’s under the patch?” and “shoot the fake eye into the gravy” and “look I can stick a finger in here!”

2. He did once and then it backfired because people took him seriously and things got even more blown out of proportion and Vivi laughed at him for a week afterwards.

3. I hadn’t thought about that! Probably when Willow is in her forties and her daughter Annie joins the police department, and some of her older kids are leaving home as well and word spreads

How was Henry and the triplets shown the infinity-sided die? I can’t imagine Dipper never showing them because chaos.

seiya234:

The kids found it exploring in the basement one day when they were nine.They had taken advantage of the fact that Henry was outside fixing the truck to go exploring, as they weren’t allowed in there by themselves. Acacia found the dice and it was Hank’s idea to roll it. 

Five minutes later Hank had eyes on his hands, Acacia had eaten half of her hair since it had turned into cotton candy, and Willow had gotten their dad since they couldn’t get a hold of Uncle Dipper. 

An hour later Dipper came home to three very worried triplets and a large apple tree that hadn’t been in the yard before. (Henry picked up the dice and then accidentally dropped it.)

Prompt: Stan revisits Vegas with Goldie, Anniversary Time.

seiya234:

Acacia had taken one look at him and ran from the room, shrieking in terror.

Hank had somehow dragged out Mabel’s bat, and had attempted to hit at him as hard as he could before Henry had caught up to him.

Willow just looked at him with pursed lips and a look that was more at home on a ninety year old than a five year old, and shook her head at him. 

Dipper popped into existence, saw him, and popped right back out again.

Mabel at least hadn’t reacted in horror and disgust, but she wanted to bedazzle him from head to toe, which… wasn’t much better.

Stan buckled Goldie into the front seat, and then got in on the driver’s side, making sure his atlas was ready at hand, and that Mabel hadn’t replaced his driving beer with Mabel Juice.

Honestly.

Some people just had no taste. 

Dip: ok, I get the triplets beating me at Mario Kart, but Henry too?! D:<

seiya234:

He remembered at the last second to not melt the controller into a pool of plastic on the floor but it had been close.

Next to him on the couch, Willow cackled.

“Dad for the win!” she crowed. The teenager looked at Dipper, eyes unfocused for a second. “You’re not going to go off and pout are you?”

Dipper ignored her and pointed a finger at Henry.

“H̘̲̼̳̬̠͜ͅo̩̦̯w̮̲͕̣ͅ?̗̗͙̦̦”

“Well I threw a banana at you and then-”

“Henry.” Dipper let out a frustrated growl and ignored the giggles coming from the peanut gallery. “I played Mario Kart every day for two years straight when I was-” human “younger. And it took you twenty minutes to figure out how to plug the system into the TV. How?”

“Well, it’s pretty easy as long as you pay attention, and really, it’s just like driving in Portland traffic-”

By this point there was literal steam pouring out of Dipper’s ears. “That’s not how that works.” Dipper hissed. With a pop he disappeared into the Mindscape where he was going to Not Pout thank you very much.

Willow, dangerously out of breath from laughing, leaned over to high five her dad.

“Thanks for the lessons Willow,” he said, a small smile on his face.

She wiped the tears from her eyes. “No worries; it was totally worth it.”

TAU prompt – since it’s a thing now, can we have something with Dipper and dresses?

seiya234:

“Can I open my eyes yet?”

Three voices giggled and tittered at him.

“Noooooo Uncle Dipper! We don’t got your dress ready yet!”
Acacia cried.

“It’s going to match mine,” Hank added. “You’ll like it, it’s
swishy and-“

“Hank! Don’t ruin the surprise!” Willow scolded.

A thought occurred to him as three sets of small sticky
hands wrapped cloth around him, stuck him gently but not gently enough with
pins, and pulled things on over his head.

“Stars, does Mom know
that the three of you are using stuff from her craft room.”

There was a silence that went on a little too long, and then
Acacia said, uncertainty in her voice, “Yeees?”

Dipper shrugged. “Good enough for me.” He felt a hand take
up his larger one in it, and acrid smelling liquid begin to be applied to his
claws.

“Makeup too?”

“Uh-huh,” Hank said, as he put the brush onto another nail.

Twenty minutes later the ministrations had stopped.

Even though his own eyes were closed, he could feel the
weighing glances of three second graders looking him up and down.

“Well?”

“You can open your eyes now, I guess,” Acacia said.

“Yeah, we wanna have the tea party now we’re hungry,” Hank
added.

Dipper opened his eyes, and Willow immediately ran over to
start pulling him to the little table they had set up in the middle of the
room.

“Hey now, let me get a look first Little Fighter!” Dipper
said laughingly.

Hank ran over and between him and Willow, they triplethandled
Dipper over to the mirror that Mabel kept propped up in one corner of the room.

Dipper stared at his reflection.

The kids had somehow managed to wrap him in five separate
bolts of fabric, patterns and colors clashing like mad. This wasn’t even
including the tulle and tinsel they had dug out and draped over him like a
Christmas tree. Acacia had gotten a hold of Mabel’s edible glitter and dumped
it all over him, and if he was mortal, he’d have been poofing glitter for the
next month. Hank had done his best to paint his nails, but still ended up
getting polish over half of his fingers as well as the claw. As for his face,
it was pretty obvious that Acacia and Willow had agreed to each do a half of
his face. This meant one half of his face had purple eyeshadow and orange
lipstick, while the other had eyeliner that went on his eyelid and onto his
temple, and blush that was literally a big red circle.

Three excited yet slightly worried faces popped up in the
mirror behind him.

“Do you like it Uncle Dipper?” Willow asked.

He turned to face them.

“Like it? I love
it!” He scooped up all three of them in his arms and began to cover them in
kisses, smearing two different colors of lipstick over their faces, rejoicing
in the squeals he got from them.

(The small time cult in Iowa that summoned him twenty
minutes later were confused, to say the least. But if there was one nice thing about having the
reputation that he did, it was watching highly befuddled men and women try and
roll with the metaphorical punches.)