Tag: willow

names, 2/?

first part here

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Dipper was watching Henry work on the truck, his legs sticking stork like out from under the vehicle, when he felt himself being watched in turn.

He turned his head around (mainly because nothing said a fun Saturday like casual body horror) and saw-

“Hey Willow-bean.” 

His youngest nibling stood and stared at him, her gaze far too deep and penetrating for a seven year old. Especially a seven year old wearing a nightgown with a rainbow barfing dolphin on it and a Raggedy Ann doll in her hand. 

Dipper checked his shields, making sure everything he was, everything he would be was locked down and away from sight and Sight. He still wasn’t entirely sure all of what Willow saw, which worried him. Most days he rested easy knowing that she only (only. sheesh) had the Sight and her empathy. But then she would open her mouth and make an observation or ask about the eyes and-

“I think your name is Harvey.”

Jolted out of his reverie, Dipper turned the rest of his body to join his head and knelt down in front of his niece.

“Wrong answer but good guess.” Dipper paused.

“Uh, why Harvey?”

Another one of those penetrating gazes, the one that made Dipper feel like his little fighter could see him inside and out and wasn’t that fucking terrifying and-

“You look like a Harvey to me.” Then a grin, a shit eating grin just like the one Mabel had, the one Stan had, bloomed on her face. “Also, Harvey’s a dorky name and you’re my dorky uncle.”

Dipper drew back, feigning offense. 

“Dorky? I’ll show you dorky!”

Henry pulled himself out from under his truck, covered in oil and grease, to see Dipper flying around chasing Willow, tickle fingers extended. 

He smiled and made a note to call Dipper ‘Harvey’ in a few weeks, to see what would happen. 

Sparkles, 3/?

seiya234:

In which the Goddess of Chaos and The Woodsman formulate a rescue plan (kind of) and Dipper angsts. Previous chapter here. 

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Henry opened his eyes.

Mabel’s face filled his vision.
The tip of her nose brushed against his, breath hot on his face, and her eyes
were the slow swirl and movement of galaxies in space.

“We need to save Dipper from a bad
sci-fi hell dimension,” Mabel said in one breath.

Henry looked at her blearily for a
second, then closed his eyes again.

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It’s been a while since I caught up on TAU ‘canon’, but is Ford dealing with the triplets a possibility?

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Ford blinked, eyelashes and eyebrows thoroughly singed now.

“She sneezes fire,” he finally managed to choke out. Next to
him, his brother let out a gravelly laugh.

“And breathes it, and lights her fingers up….” Stan paused. “Also
the bathtub. That was interesting.”

“And it doesn’t hurt her?”

Ford got thwapped by a small fist.

“Grunkle Ford I’m right here!” Willow scowled at him from
her perch on his lap, the worry that had been on her face after she sneezed now
gone.

“Oh, yes, yes. I’m sorry my dear girl.” Ford cleared his
throat. “Does it hurt?”

Willow giggled and shook her head, sending her braids
flying. “Nope!”

Ford’s fingers itched for a pen and paper.

“Fascinating! How large of a flame can you produce? And for
how lo-“

Out of the corner his eye, Ford saw Stan frown.

“Hey kiddo,” Stan interrupted. He held up his beer can and
shook it. “Take this inside and get me another one?”

Willow wiggled off of Ford’s lap, and ran over to Stan,
plucking the can from his hand before bolting inside.

Ford frowned at Stan.

“Stanley, I’m not sure its appropriate to have a five year
old fetching alcohol for you.”

Stan snorted. “Ma had us getting her gin bottle for her from
the time we could carry a glass bottle without breaking it. But that’s not the
point.”

“What is then?”

Stan crossed his arms and glared at Ford. “Don’t be treating
our niece like a lab rat.”

“Stan!”

For a second Stan almost began to argue, almost began to let
his temper get the best of him. But then he paused. Things were still strained
between him and his brother at times, but on the whole they were far better
than he had ever hoped it would be. And they were better in part because over
the years Stan had finally, barely, learned to think before he spoke (sometimes
anyway.)

Stan tried again.

“Look Poindexter. I know you’re curious about what Willow
can do-“

His brother’s eyes lit up. “Absolutely! At the very least
she should have been burnt to a crisp long ago. She shouldn’t have that power like,
like-“

“Like Dipper?”

“Yes exactly! As for her empathy…astounding.
I’ve not ever seen or heard of anything like it in this dimension! I thought
living with Ma would have prepared me for the possibility but I was wrong.”
Ford began to rummage in his coat for a notebook. “And Ma never seemed to be
able to control her Sight but Willow can. I really need to get her in the lab-“

Stan stopped his train of
thought. “There. There it is. Ford you can’t do that.”

His twin looked at him completely
befuddled and Stan sighed. Of the two of them, it was him that had the people
skills (though that wasn’t really saying much on his part either.)

“Why not? Dipper and I work
together all the time in the lab, exploring what he can and can’t do-“

“That’s different Ford!”

“How?”

“Dipper’s grown,” Stan replied.
He did not say “Because you’re both
overeager eggheads,” as well because he had learned a measure of tact over the
years.

Ford still looked at him blankly
and Stan sighed once more.

“Look Ford. Dipper is an adult.
He can tell you to stop when he’s tired or when he’s done for the day or doesn’t
want to answer a question. He knows you are interested in him for him as well,
and not just because he does fancy schmacy tricks.”

Stan took his glasses off and began
to clean them. “Willow is five. Willow’s been told by all of us that she has to
listen to what you say. So she’s not going to tell you to stop if she’s tired
or hungry or bored or unhappy. She’s going to keep doing what you say,
especially since you’re her neat uncle that only comes once in a while. She
loves you and she won’t want to disappoint you, even if she’s hurting.”

“I…I hadn’t-“

“What she’s going to think if the
only time you want to spend with her is to poke and prod her and ask her
questions that are going to go over her head? What are Hank and Acacia gonna
think if you only pay attention to Willow and not to them?” Stan closed his
mouth, before “I’m not seeing you split up this family again,” because that…that
was neither here nor there, wasn’t the time for that.

Ford looked devastated.

“Stan…Stan you have to believe
me, that wasn’t my intention at all-“

Stan leaned over and clapped Ford
on the shoulder.

“I know. I know you love our
girl-both our girls, and our boy. You
just get carried away sometimes.” The clap became a punch, and Ford winced. “You
got a good uncle in you, just don’t forget that and you’ll be fine.”

Stan leaned back in his chair.

“And I bet Mabel and Henry wouldn’t
mind if you and Willow ran some of your weird test things or whatever. Just not
all the time.”

Ford still looked thoughtful as
Willow ran back outside with Stan’s beer.

“Willow?”

She turned to him, eyes glowing
with excitement and joy.

“Yeah Grunkle Ford?”

He smiled. “I got some old chemicals
I need to get rid of in the lab. Want to take them out in the yard and light
them on fire?”

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Three pairs of eyes, hazel and blue, looked at him, and
Dipper knew that he was fucked.

To confirm that fact, Acacia pulled her thumb out of her
mouth (a habit they were trying to break) and said, “We’re telling.”

“You can’t tell on me,” Dipper sputtered, thinking as fast
as he could. “I’m an adult.”

“We heard Mommy tell you to leave the forks alone,” Hank
pointed out, his stuffed pink dog in one hand.

Inwardly, Dipper cursed himself for his lack of control. At
least he had gotten his jacket on when he heard the kids coming down the
stairs. But he hadn’t been fast enough to hide the forks, and the golden blood
staining the tines and pooling in a small puddle around him on the floor.

Hadn’t been fast enough to hide from his three stars who had
only come in for a snack and instead found him undone.

Willow cocked her head at him, with a look that was far
older than her actual age deep in her eyes.

“Your colors are sad. Sad and embarrassed,” she said
quietly.

He let out a rueful snort. “That’s how I’m feeling.”

The triplets looked at each other for a moment, speaking
without speaking in the way he and Mabel used to do, still did. Then they rushed
forward and buried Dipper in sticky, soft smelling hugs and kisses.

“We won’t tell Mommy,” Acacia said, voice muffled by his
shirt front.

“We’re sorry you’re not feeling good,” Hank added. He shoved
Leviathan, his stuffed animal, at him, and Dipper felt sick. They shouldn’t
have seen this, shouldn’t have been exposed to this-

He hugged them tight, hugged them until they squeaked. “No,
I’m sorry you three had to see this.”

“Mommy says you need to stop being so sorry so much,” Willow
said. “She says you’re going to turn into a giant sorry if you don’t watch it.”

Dipper smiled in spite of himself.

“She did, did she?”

“And I said you have no control over your impulses at times,”
and oh fuck where had Henry come from? The kids abandoned Dipper in a
heartbeat, and ran over to cuddle their father, standing in the doorway fresh
from work.

His eyes were sad as he saw the forks and his brother on the
floor, but there was still a smile on his face as he went on. “But we know you’re
doing the best you can, trying as hard as you can, and that’s all we can ask
for in the end.”

Dipper stood up, and walked over to his stars, his brother,
and joined them in the hug.  

First off, TAU has taken over my life enough that the password for my phone for the past month was Aldork and then DipDop.  Second, i was wondering if Willow would ever do an Avatar the last Airbender or Legend of Korra cosplay (fire bending), or the world’s equivalent?

1. Our plan for world domination is ticking along nicely.

2. Absolutely she would! 

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Stan stepped into the living room, dark except for the light of the TV.

On the couch, Mabel snored like a train engine, the sound familiar to Stan after years of living with his grandniece. She leaned against Henry, who’s head was leaning against the wall. On Henry’s other side was Dipper, mouth leaking golden drool onto Henry’s shoulder. On top of the adults like puppies were the triplets. Henry’s arms were around Willow, who had curled up in a ball on his lap. Hank was half on the arm of the couch and half on his mother. By his hand on the floor sat the TV remote, long forgotten. Acacia was on the floor, cradled between Dipper’s legs, one of which she was clinging to like a sloth in her sleep. 

Stan couldn’t remember the last time everyone had looked so…. peaceful. Relaxed. Safe.

He sighed, and went to the kitchen to grab a chair.

Someone had to watch over them after all. 

The One Percent

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Prompt: I would like a fic about one of those lifestyles of the rich and famous shows, the ones that intrudes on parties and crashes events, to make an episode on Pacifica Northwest. Except when they arrive at the party she isn’t there. So they follow her trail and find her in a different party. The Pines Family Reunion party with full attendance from the wisps and dinner crew and the friendly neighborhood uber demon Alcor

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“Greetings, everyone! Robin Leech here, with “The One Percent”! Today we’re looking into the life of famous supernatural rights activist and rich woman extraordinaire, Pacifica Northwest! We’re outside the famous Northwest mansion on the night of their annual ball, for a closer look inside this young woman’s amazing life!”

The host kept grinning until the camera clicked off, immediately dropping it and ruffling through the papers their assistant handed them. “Okay, that’s the opening sting filmed…let’s see…”

“All that’s left is getting new footage of Ms. Northwest,” their assistant said, pointing to the sections left open. “An interview if possible, and we were hoping to get her at the ball tonight.”

Robin grinned. “Okay everyone, get ready to crash another snooty party!”

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More TAU daemons! I’m sorry about this. The storm is intense, but it should be fairly brief…

Names at this point are generally pending. Mabel’s got a great big brown bear, Henry a stoat (named Anaïs), Acacia a hairy screaming armadillo, Hank a water snake, and Acacia a coyote. 

After the Woodsman incident, Anaïs changes. She was settled, she should have been a stoat forever, but it happens all the same. Now she’s a Pudu, but with an unusual rack of antlers…

This came up in conversation again, and Mod S realized that she never named the kid’s daemons! 

Acacia’s armadillo is Maris, Hank’s snake is Sothis, and Willow’s coyote is Satevis. 

Gliese foster branch

I have this headcannon that Willow’s child collecting tendencies end up getting passed on to (some of) her children, and (some of) theirs, and so on and so on for generations until it ends up becoming an official branch of foster care, geared specifically towards orphaned (or otherwise in need of care) children due to cults and/or demons. These kids would most likely need some special therapy, may never fully recover, and it would probably be wonderful for them to live in an environment where their little quirks that are just a tad bit stranger than most aren’t looked down upon or mocked. Kids who absolutely cannot stand fire, or must avoid forks at all costs, or will have a full blown panic attack at the smell of bubblegum fit in just fine here.

What was originally one house in Gravity falls spreads to hundreds of houses all over the world. Councillors and foster parents who wish to work in the Gliese branch must undergo much more special training than normal, and be prepared to do their own research if a child comes in suffering from a demon or cult they’ve never heard of. Only the best wards are placed on these homes, and an extra security detail is always on call in case of vengeful cults or parents. 

And of course, throughout the years, the “Gliese” name always stuck around for some reason, and by the time they became official the name was stuck. And if the occasional omniscient dream (dork) demon comes by to drop off a child, they’ve learned not to question it.