Do any of them hate certain foods as kids they grow to like as adults?
All three would say pancakes; it wasn’t that they hated them, it was just that Grunkle Stan always burned one side, and sometimes there’d be so much curly gross old man hair in there it’d get stuck in their teeth and Dipper would make noises about calling the health department on Stan-
(the day he came home in the chair was the day he stopped making Stancakes. Pancakes tasted better… and yet were somehow even more bitter in their mouths than ever before.)
Which of them become caffeine fiends as they age?
NOT HANK LOL. Seriously, despite working in tech (the land of gamer fuel aka Mountain Dew) and living in Portland (land of coffee), Hank is so sensitive to caffeine that he can barely drink tea past two or three in the afternoon, lest it keep him up at night.
And yes, his sisters do mercilessly tease him about this.
What are the things they secretly love that they can NEVER let their siblings know about, lest they be mocked eternally?
Acacia: Banksy; mainly because of the many many Art School rants she’s gone on about commodification of street art and who has privilege and-
Hank: The Sims. More specifically, if his sisters found out that he recreated everyone he knew, and their homes into sim land.
Willow: That sometimes she makes up shit she sees wrt auras and emotions, just to fuck with people. Hank and Acacia wouldn’t mind that she does that- its more that she’s ardently denied doing it for years and they want in on that fun!
What is their favorite childhood memory?
Acacia: Huddling one night under the covers with Hank and Willow, reading comic books and eating secret candy bars they stole from Uncle Dipper’s bribe stash until they fell asleep on top of each other, faces covered in chocolate.
Hank: One afternoon when he was by himself, spending an afternoon in the yard picking various weeds and weird berries off bushes, and pretending to cook with them.
Willow: Grunkle Stan giving her a ride on his shoulders to better see a Sascrotch coming out of the woods.
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Do the triplets have any specific fears or phobias?
Acacia is intensely claustrophobic- if she can’t at least sit up, she is going to freak the fuck out.
(Acacia has punched her way Kill Bill style out of two or three wooden boxes with this fear).
Willow… Willow fears the day her Sight grows too strong for her to leave the Shack, to even see people (as opposed to Seeing them) any more. The thought of losing her independence… it would destroy her.
Hank is scared of geese…. oh and the corrupting potential of power and what if he goes bad and Uncle Dipper has to take him down?
(what if Uncle Dipper refused?)
Sheep Riding
The first ride was spontaneous, a test of newly-forming trust between nightmares and demon.
Their new master had promised not to harm them, and so far had kept
his word. But right now he was weak and in pain, and they were made of
energy and had to obey him.The perfect demon snack.
Their master was still different, though, as at least some of his
pain was emotion, not physical, and demons didn’t do emotional pain.
They did anger, they did glee, but not grief.A few feet away from where the nightmares milled uncertainly their
new master had collapsed on the grass, trying to patch his wounds as
golden tears rolled down his cheeks.Finally tired of the uncertainty, the nightmare recently christened
Lolonja stepped forward, accepting that it was, apparently, her fate to
approach their master first in these uncertain situations.
It was an afternoon when the kids were playing quietly for
once, engrossed in the tub of Legos that Soos had found in his Abuelita’s attic
and had brought over for the triplets (and Ford, when he visited) to enjoy.
They were so wrapped up in building that they didn’t even noticed their uncle
lean over to their mom on the couch and ask “Do you ever wonder what it would
have been like, being a triplet instead of a twin?”Mabel winced as Dipper sprayed bits of Cheeto all over her
face. “Do you ever wonder if Mom actually taught you manners or not?” Before
Dipper could have a chance to retort, Mabel went on. “Besides, can’t you see
that yourself with your spoopy demon eyes?”“I mean I could
but I really want to hear what you think.”Mabel punched Dipper in the arm. “You big sap,” she
muttered, but she was beaming as she said so.She thought about it for a moment. She watched as Willow
helped sort the Legos into colors before handing them to Acacia, who was obviously
choosing which ones to give to Hank in order to make a design in the tower he
was building.Finally, Mabel said. “I don’t think we’d be who we are.”
“Well, yeah, we’d
have a triplet-“She shook her head. “No, that’s not what I meant Dipper,
like no duh. But like, if we had a sister or a brother or someone in between,
we’d bounce off them and each other in a different way.”Dipper was about to shove a literal half bag of Cheetos into
his mouth while he spoke, saw the look on his twin’s face, and asked “How so?”
before stuffing his face again.“I mean, just look at the kids.”
With the mention of them, they looked up as one at their mom
and uncle, before dismissing the adults as far, far less important than the
task of building THE BIGGEST LEGO TOWER EVER.Mabel put down the lazer gun cozy she was knitting for
Candy, the better to gesture with her hands. “I mean like, the kids are like,
one three person unit, yeah? But they’re an odd number too. So sometimes Acacia
and Willow want to do girl stuff and kick Hank out of the room- that’s usually
when he asks you for extra violin lessons, have you noticed that?”Dipper had noticed
the extra lesson requests, and just put it down to Hank being surprisingly diligent
for a seven year old, as opposed to feeling bored and left out.“Or like, there’s stuff that Hank and Willow like to do that
Acacia doesn’t have the patience for and she either runs off to do her own
thing or she gets upset and picks fights with them so they’ll pay attention to
her. And then there’s all the times that Acacia and Hank go do active things
and Willow can’t keep up and so she stays behind.”Mabel deftly plucked the bag of Cheetos from Dipper’s clawed
hands, claiming the remnants for her own. “So they are three people, and then
they’re a pair and one extra but there’s so many pairs between them and then
also like, I get the feeling sometimes they all choose to be on their own to
get a break from each other and just. There’s more than one of them like you
and me Dipper, but they aren’t us and we aren’t them. They’re living a
different life than we did their age.”She saw his mouth open and snapped “you know what I meant” before Dipper had a chance to get sassy.
By now the triplets had their heads together, obviously
planning what the next stage of their tower would be, since it was starting to
get a little wobbly.Mabel reached over, took Dipper’s gloved hand in her own,
laughing a bit at the cheeto dust that covered the silk. “So yeah, I do wonder
sometimes. But at the end of the day, I’m honestly kind of glad I didn’t have
to share you.”Dipper watched as the triplets returned to their building,
this time with Willow holding up the tower at its base while Acacia and Hank
added more on top. He had a feeling in a minute or two they’d try to stand on
each other’s shoulders to keep going and one of them (Mabel) was going to have
to be the responsible adult and put a stop to it.“I’m glad I didn’t have to share you too.”
Of the triplets, Hank was the most into video games. It was the challenge of them that called to him. Generally, he preferred the puzzle games, the games that required concentration and could be as quiet as his jigsaw puzzles, but he could ignore the violence, should a game with it catch his attention. He’d already seen too much, with his cult bashing mom and demonic uncle, to let obviously fake blood bother him.
His sisters enjoyed playing them against him too, and Uncle Dipper could be just as much of a geek about it as he could other things.
This newest game wasn’t one that was to the usual taste of anyone in the family, but after reading the description online, Hank had to buy it.
It wasn’t everyday someone dared to make a game whose big boss, everyone agreed, was an obvious expy of The Dreambender, despite the game creator’s denials.
With that sort of enticement, how could any of the triplets resist?
from this describe your OC meme
19: their reaction to betrayal
Acacia: Loud, immediate revenge.
Hank: Deep sadness and disappointment.
Willow: Outwardly, nothing. For now.
23: how they act when they’re sick
Acacia: knows she needs to stay in bed or on the couch and rest, finds doing so complete fucking torture, needs to be forced to rest. (Mabel was not above using Dipper’s dream power to get Acacia to sleep ffs when she was young.)
Hank: He gets loopy. Really loopy. Vivienne has a running computer document of the weird shit Hank says when he’s sick.
Willow: While she doesn’t get the cold or flu often, when she does it takes her twice as long to recover since she can’t keep her shields up and her empathy flares up.
18: how they sleep
Acacia: sprawled out like a massive spider across the bed. Reina got them a king size bed mainly out of self defense.
Hank: Straight and still like a plank. Once scared Ford when he was 8 because Ford saw him asleep and thought he was dead.
Willow: Curled up into a tiny ball.
How was Mark and Anna’s opinion over the twins as they grew older? I would still think that they would much rather believe that Dipper is dead rather than a demon. The biggest thing that I wonder is Mabel and the triplets, we don’t see much interaction between the three and their grandparents…
Dipper is far, far too real for them to ever pretend that he was dead. And, to be honest, they could never do that. They love him too much for that. Mark and Anna have a very difficult and strained relationship with Dipper, absolutely, but they can never fool themselves in thinking he’s dead.
(also for the sheer amount of pictures with triplets being held in empty air and occasional ones where dipper shows up that Mabel sends them like- no denying Dipper is around.)
As for the triplets- things are definitely very awkward with Mark and Anna (especially after California).
But.
But Mark and Anna love Mabel and Dipper, and of course love the triplets. There is no denying that. The triplets are their only grandchildren, and ofc the kids aren’t going to see Arnold and Rita.
Once or twice a year, Mabel and Henry send the triplets to visit Mark and Anna for a week. It keeps Mark and Anna from having to come up to Gravity Falls too often and deal with…. awkwardness, and it lets the kids get to know their grandparents. And to be fair, all parties involved usually have a good time. Acacia loves going to Grandma and Zaydee’s house because there’s a sweet tree in the backyard she can hang out in (Mabel is very salty that Anna lets Acacia climb that tree when she never could but #grandparents). Hank by age 4 had befriended the entire neighborhood and loves seeing his California friends. Willow…. Willow can see the lingering colors in the house, in her grandparents’ auras… so it’s harder for her. But she does love cooking with Grandma.
There’s a distance, between Mark and Anna, and their grandchildren, and their children. It’s a distance that is only partially bridged. At the end of the day, if you pushed the triplets, their true grandparent would be Stan.
It’s not perfect.
But its better than nothing.
You wake up to your significant other screaming in horror. In the bed, there is a dead blood-spattered goat, a crying baby, $2000, and the front fender of your neighbor’s car. “There’s a reasonable explanation for all of this.” There actually is.
The baby’s name is Willow, the front fender belongs to the Rainbow Basher, the goat was a cult sacrafice to summon the Rainbow Basher, and the 2000 was the bribe the cult tried to give to Alcor.
“I’m Gliese the Flaming One,” Willow said, ignoring the faint gasps that ran around the room. “These are my siblings, Lubdhaka the Blood Render and Mismar the Needle Fanged. And Mismar asked you a question.”
– Demon…family?
–This fic managed to kick me out of a depression spiral and I’ve been thinking about drawing this scene since.
Demon…family?
Based on a request for the triplets getting dragged along to a summons. Full prompt is on AO3 & FF.net
Dipper did his damnedest to keep his niblings away from the
summonings. To keep them away from the part of his life that was blood
and fear and pain and death.They knew, in that remote, detached way, that their Uncle had to deal with some pretty bad things. What it meant to be a demon.
But
they mostly knew it the way you know a story. Oh, sure, sometimes Uncle
Dipper would get pretty demonic – making the walls bleed, or ooze
slime, or get that look to his face that said that whatever he was
thinking, it wasn’t human, or went through a brief phase of forgetting
(or “forgetting”) what a human form looked like, but he snapped out of
it eventually.It really sunk in, not after Willow
got dragged along to a summons, but after Acacia and Hank tried to tag
along and saw how worried and upset and honestly scared their Uncle was
about the idea of them seeing it, of them being dragged into it all.Oh, they still played with the idea – they did live with a demon, after all – but they were a little more careful from then on.
Teasing
people with their uncle was all part of being a Pines. And hey, they
almost always had it coming somehow, with their talk of enslaving demons
or how non-humans were evil or making their mommy upset.Surprising
how the last category only got larger the older the triplets got, and
grew to include any member of the family. And each of them got better at
it, following the examples set by their grunkles, their uncle, even
their mother.
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