since they’re still kids and teenagers, and thus not perfect.
Acacia: Typical teenage terror. Think arguments, sulking in her room for hours on end, random crying fits, the occasional shouting blow out. Acacia has a very short temper and it takes her a long time to get some kind of control over it. Argues mostly with Mabel, who also can have a temper too.
(Its hidden under sequins and sweaters and sweets, but it’s there alright.)
Hank: If he thinks the rules are wrong, or they’re dumb, he feels zero compunction about breaking them. For example, when he was eight, he ate every cookie in the jar because a. cookies are yummy, b. he was hungry, c. why should he have to have only one after dinner? This isn’t often the older he gets, but there are still one or two serious groundings in high school because of this trait.
(seriously, is it anyone this fucking kid makes a mafia i s2g)
Willow: Gets shunted to being the Good Girl (not in the family… mostly, but definitely outside of it.) Between that pressure and constantly being treated with kid gloves, Willow tends to bottle things up, and then occasionally explodes. Said explosions are usually paired with barbed remarks made with the help of her emphatic powers.
(When they were 11, Stan had to physically separate Willow and Acacia, who were doing their best to beat the shit out of each other, even though said attempts were mainly slaps and scratches. Acacia wouldn’t say what Willow said to start it. Willow never did either. But neither of them spoke to each other for a week after)
Tag: willow
What’s Willow’s favorite color, and why?
Light blue… more particularly, sky blue. It represents to her beautiful crisp fall days, the colors of her family when they’re particularly happy, and the freedom of the times she can breathe freely and clearly and without a struggle.
I’m curious to know what everybody is favorite donut flavor is for Dipper and family.
Henry and Stan: plain glazed
Acacia: Chocolate cake.
Hank: Blueberry cake.
Willow: jelly filled.
Dipper: a weird mixture of dirt, glass, and onion flakes he puts on himself.
Mabel: okay so first you glaze it, then you put Fruity Pebbles on it but oh wait there’s already Fruity Pebbles baked in the dough okay so Cocoa Pebbles on top, then you get maple syrup and-
What Do You Have?
TAU Ficathon 2018
Henry was working on dinner in the kitchen when he noticed his five year old Acacia quickly coming into the room, opening a drawer, grabbing something, and then leaving, before he could say hello. Wondering what had just happened he put his preparations on hold to go see what Acacia was up to. Walking into the lounge room Henry spotted his oldest daughter sitting next to the couch with her back turned away from him, fiddling with something in her hands.
“Hey Acacia, what do you have there?” Henry asked squatting closer to her level near the ground.
“An apple!” She held up a bright red apple so her father could see, lowered it, and then raised something that Henry really, really wished she didn’t have. “And a knife!” Acacia said proudly, as if thinking he would be pleased to see her with such a sharp object. Well that explained why she was in the kitchen.
“NO! Give me that!” blurted out Henry grabbing the knife and holding it out of reach.
“Aww, why?”
“Because kids aren’t supposed to have sharp knives.”
“I’m not a kid! I’m a big school girl,” she pouted, crossing her arms, apple forgotten on the floor. “And Uncle Dipper let Hank use the knife yesterday to cut his sandwich!” Of course his brother had.
“Yes well Uncle Dipper shouldn’t have and is himself a child so is also banned from knifes.” And the kitchen, when he was done having a chat with him about what is and isn’t appropriate for five year olds. “Why do you even want a knife anyway?”
“I wanted to have apple slices!” Acacia picked up the apple again, showing what she had planed to cut up.
“You could have just asked.”
“But I wanted to use the knife myself!”
“Sorry darling but that’s not happening just yet.” Acacia looked down at the ground, continuing to pout. She was so sure she could handle the knife herself, why couldn’t her Dad just let her show how grown up she was?
Not wanting to leave her all upset, Henry had an idea. “Why don’t you come help me finish getting dinner ready?” He offered, hoping that would help make her feel better without just giving her the sharp knife. She looked back up at him, her face lit up brightly.
“Can I use the knife?”
“Not that one, but there is a different one you could use.”
Cheering Acacia jumped to her feet and rushed to the kitchen closely followed by Henry. Opening the cutlery drawer he took out a different knife, sharp enough to cut a few vegetables, blunt enough he didn’t need to worry about his daughter cutting herself. He gave it to Acacia as well as a carrot on a chopping board, showing her how to use it properly, and, most importantly, safely. She happily chopped up the carrot, as well as a few others, and dinner was full of her proudly sharing how she helped, and got to use a knife.
Henry then found Willow in the kitchen the next morning, wanting in on the chance to use a knife herself. He was only mildly surprised really given her demands during dinner to use a “proper one” as well.
The End
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My first attempt at a one-shot for the TAU ficathon, hope you all like it ^-^
The dinner crew reacting to meeting hanks siblings for the first time?
Oonagh/Acacia
Oonagh was very, very, very gay.
But sadly, Acacia was even more taken.
(though she did get Acacia to draw her like one of her french girls, so there was that)
Mindy/Willow
Willow smiled.
As a mother, who would eventually send this child back to her own mother, she should probably not encourage this behavior.
On the other hand, Mindy burned blue, blue fire, and what was life without a little troublemaking here and there?
“Okay Mindy honey, on the count of three. One, two, three-”
“FWOOSH!” Mindy screamed and let out the biggest flame she could.
Laughing, Willow couldn’t help but let out a ‘fwoosh’ of her own as she lit her hands up.
Lucy Ann/Acacia
Time had stopped.
Well, not actually.
(Even Uncle Dipper couldn’t do that; it had taken all of their halloween candy when they were twelve to get him to fess that up but it had been worth it.)
Around them in the little diner off Willamette Street, people had stopped eating, the waitstaff frozen in place, and even the cooks were peaking their head out of the order window.
The air between Lucy Ann and Acacia wasn’t blue but it damn well should have been with the now-going-on-three-minutes of non-stop, creative, anatomically impossible profanity they were trying to one up each other with.
Hank buried his head in his hands.
He would never be able to show his face in this diner again.
Psychic Singularity Ch 03
The town of Gravity Falls was torn when Mabel finished her story of what had happened so far that day.
There was sympathy that Dipper was suffering, but there was anger,
too, that he was dragging them into it, even if he was apparently
unwilling and unconscious of doing it.And beneath the anger, ran worry, for themselves and for Dipper, that only made everyone more anxious, angrier and more afraid.
They were arguing amongst each other about what to do and what was
going on as soon as Mabel had finished, getting louder by the minute and
ignoring the Pines.One of the Flock butted against Mabel’s side, and she stumbled into her daughter’s side with an ‘oomph’.
Most of the Flock (and there were a lot of them now, more than Bill
had ever had, and it was looking like he was going to have more than any
demon before, according to a mostly proud, slightly worried Dipper)
were moving to line the walls and cluster around the weakest points of
the building, while a smaller cluster stood nearby and watched the Pines
family (and adopted family) with worrying intensity.
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.
You mentioned in a previous ask that “Acacia has punched her way Kill Bill style out of two or three wooden boxes with this fear (her claustrophobia)”. Could you please elaborate on how Acacia has ended up stuck in a small wooden box multiple times?
Acacia has a very exciting life, that’s why. 😉 But I can tell you about
That One Time Acacia Became Claustrophobic
They weren’t supposed to go into Grunkle Ford’s super secret underground bunker.
Even though they knew where it was.
And that Grunkle Ford had gotten rid of his ‘murder puzzle entry room’ after that one time Grunkle Fidds almost got squished.
And that Uncle Dipper found a new home for the shapeshifter in his hat, and they had already been down there a million times with Grunkle Ford or Mommy or Uncle Dipper, and they wouldn’t have taken the tree of them down if it was really that dangerous and they were all big kids now and-
Point being, from the time they were allowed to start going deeper in the forest by themselves (”together kids!”), they had made the old lab one of their hangouts.
Honestly, they didn’t go as often as they could have; it was almost too big and even after Grunkle Ford and Grunkle Fidds had cleared all the dangerous stuff out, there was still… a presence. Or a feeling. Something creepy, whatever it was.
It was good for when it was raining out though, like today.
Willow and Hank wanted to go explore the caves for a little bit, and Acacia had volunteered to stay behind in the control room to keep a look out-
(they were eleven, they weren’t stupid)
Acacia blew out a big sigh, and kicked her legs as she sat on the control panel. This always happened: she never minded staying behind at first when Hank and Will went in the caves because she didn’t like getting dirty dirty, and every time she was super bored five minutes later.
Idly, she began to fiddle with the buttons and levers on the display. It was kind of fun-well, that was what she was going to tell herself because she forgot to bring her doodle book-to be able to press all the buttons and doodads without worrying about them turning something on. The power was long out, the wires cut, so she could mess with-
Acacia lost her balance suddenly, and began to fall off her perch.
“Shit!”
Hands flailing, even though she was falling a grand total of two feet, Acacia grabbed a lever-
-a hole opened in the ground-
-and Acacia fell in, the ground closing up over her before she had a chance to sit up or get out.
It was dark. It was cramped. And she was stuck curled up like a snail.
“Hank! Willow! Ha-” Acacia paused. They wouldn’t hear her. They were way back in the caves, looking for the one place Aunt Wendy totally kicked the shapeshifter’s butt. She’d have to wait for them to come out.
Okay. She was uncomfortable, but she could wait.
She waited.
Her legs fell asleep, first pins and needles, then some minor pain, finally numbness.
She waited.
Her breathing was coming faster and faster and it felt like her chest was tight.
Her face was wet and Acacia didn’t recognize the noises coming out of her mouth.
She couldn’t wait any longer.
It was hard, to kick and punch from her side, but she did the best she could with the arm and leg on her left side. She hit the metal with her hand and foot, and told herself she was totally making a dent.
Was it getting harder to breathe?
No, no of course not.
But.. what if it was?
Acacia managed to flip around to lie on her back, so she could use both her feet and hands. She looked at the low metal ceiling, so slow she could only lift her head and shoulders up a bit, and it felt like the bottom dropped out of her stomach.
It didn’t matter that she just had to wait for Hank and Willow to notice she was gone, and either figure the levers out or call Uncle Dipper. It didn’t matter that she knew that Uncle Dipper would be able to rescue her period.
She. Needed. To. Get. Out.
Her hands began to claw mindlessly at the ceiling, soft skin and keratin against hard metal. Her fingers hurt, they hurt, she felt something tear and blood began to drip down from her fingers and on to her face, mixing with the tears and snot already there and this was dumb but she couldn’t stop.
Suddenly, light. Air. Breath.
Strong claw tipped hands hauling her out like she weighed nothing, even though she was almost up to Uncle Dipper’s shoulders already.
Uncle Dipper.
He hugged her and she burst into tears, burrowing her face into his suit. Absently, she felt him lift her right hand to his mouth. One by one, he placed a fingertip in his mouth, and Acacia winced as she felt her nails grow back at rapid speed, one by one.
Eventually, he let her down, and her siblings immediately claimed a hand each. Uncle Dipper looked at all three of them with his most super serious Alcor face for a long moment.
Later, Acacia would realize how freaked out she was when at the time the idea of being in trouble never even occurred to her.
Finally, Uncle Dipper sighed.
“I’m inclined to think that this little incident is punishment enough for your discrepancy.”
And Acacia noticed, for the first time, that Hank’s face was also wet, and the air around Willow had that weird burnt smell that came whenever she burned too much too fast.
“Will you hellions swear to me, on your blood, that you will never come down here on your own or without permission again?”
They all did so, using Willow’s little pocket knife to make a tiny cut on their forearms
(they used to use their hands, but people would notice if you were constantly cutting in one tiny spot on your body)
“Okay, lets get you guys home,” Uncle Dipper said after their deal was done, blipping them back to their room.
Acacia had nightmares for the next three months, off and on.
And she never could stand tight spaces after that.
For TAU triplets ask: what would happen if Acacia got her hands on that shrinking/growing crystal from Little Dipper? (When they’re 11-13)
Pretty much the same thing from the original episode lol!
Rather, yes all three of them are tall giraffe tree insert other tall things here children. But Acacia is still the shortest of them, even if it’s only an inch less than Willow and three (at the time) than Hank.
Really her biggest mistake was going for Hank height rather than Willow height. 😉
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