Based on this gadget ( http://www.jebiga.com/tempescope/ ), and the season, I now have a headcanon that Dipper crafts temporary(lasting maybe a month) spheres of adjustable weather (with options for anything from a pleasant spring day to a thundering rainstorm to a blizzard) that can grow to a 20 feet radius or shrink to 2 inches, and gifts them to all the Pines. After some convincing from Mabel, he somewhat begrudgingly gives one to Pacifica as well, though he’s later glad he did when he learns how much her parents hate it. She quickly earns a permanent place on his Christmas gift list.

H/c when Mabel does her ass kicking (and sometimes for public events for magical creature rights/fair treatment) she wears a wooden mask to hide her face and identity and give her a layer of mystique. It’s reminiscent of the woodsman but it’s shaped like a horse (reference to the English story “jack and the middle horse” myth connected to the twin stars) it’s just creepy enough to scare the pants off of you in the dark, silly enough as a STUPID HORSE MASK for Mabel to pull it off like a goofball

dude YOU KNOW SHE CARVED THAT MASK HERSELF OMG

Fic prompt: relating to the recent post on things that can make dipper weak or sick– dipper goes through an intense summoning and becomes extremely ill, not in the fun sneezy way, but in the lethargic and incorporeal way. When he returns, only willow is home, and she has to make him as comfortable as possible. The other triplets arrive in succession to take care of him and try to brainstorm magical and nonmagical ways that might cure him or bring his strength back up.

the pines family is celebrating purim and dipper decides that the regular noisemakers aren’t noisy enough. cue shrieking demonic noisemakers. (at this point dipper has already drunk enough that he can’t distinguish between the phrases arur Haman and baruch Mordechai, as is appropriate, so it’s sort of not his fault)

bitter-like-coffee:

Ray: Mabel’s husband in the transcendence AU is over six and a half feet tall and I’m dying laughing because imagine a really short Mabel running around her beanpole of a husband

thiS TINY WOMAN RUNNING AROUND IN NEON AND SWEATERS WITH SUMMONING CIRCLES ON THEM

THIS TEENY LITTLE BAMF WHO JUST SLICES HER FRICKING HAND OPEN AND SUMMONS ONE OF THE MOST TERRIFYING DEMONS EVER

Mabel being short is the best thing ever okay

bitter-like-coffee:

help I;m laughing so hard like I;m can’t breathe oh my hgod

i was thinking about the merch in the mystery shack and how after it’s rebuilt and becomes the memorial library, what if Stan still sells trinkets to tourists? whAT IF THERE ARE ALCOR BOBBLEHEADS I:M CRYIng

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