- The only person that knows this is Mabel, but Dipper has a nest of blankets that he’s made over the years to make up for no longer being able to use a bed. He’s collected several blankets and pillows, as well as other fluffy (super soft) things that he mushed together in a corner.
- Stanford and Dipper made Mabel’s tank more portable and mobile because they couldn’t stand seeing Mabel so distraught over being in the lake and not joining them on missions. She still goes to the lake to visit Mermando sometimes, but for the most part she likes staying on land (and working at the Mystery Shack).
- When Dipper has to shed the velvet of his antlers, he absolutely hates it. He will ram his antlers into trees and often finds himself stuck in the branches, waiting for Stanley or even Mabel to find him and help him get dislodged. It gets better the older he gets, but they never let him live down the time he waited three hours before they found him.
- Bill loves appearing and harassing the Pines family at the worst times. Hence, whenever Dipper is shedding his velvet, he will appear and tease him endlessly until the poor cervitaur is found. Though, sometimes, Bill will snap his fingers and the branches might move by themselves to help Dipper wriggle himself free. He never admits it but his favorite moments with Dipper are when they’re sitting for hours talking, waiting for someone to find the boy.
- Stanley never sleeps, so he uses this valuable time to continue his pug smuggling and other illegal acts (it’s not like anyone will catch him anyway, his wings are extremely powerful and he can easily just turn into an inconspicuous statue). The only one that ever actually scolds him is Stanford, who also tends to need less sleep than mortal creatures, and will often be the one who catches Stanley in the act.
- Bill takes on the form of a human hunter often whenever he wants to spend time with Dipper and will often pretend to aim a (nerf) gun at the cervitaur in the woods.
“Bill! A nerf bullet still hurts even if it’s not a real one!”
“Aw, come on, Pine Tree! It’s hilarious! And the suction cups actually stick to your fur!”
Acorn: Used for good luck, protection, wisdom,
and personal power
Beans: carried in a
pocket, purse, or mojo for good luck
Agrimony: Overcoming fear & inner blockages and
dispelling negative emotions. Reversing spells. Use as a wash or oil for
healing rituals. Ward off evil entities and poisons
Alfalfa Leaves: Used in money, prosperity, and
Allspice: Money, luck, healing, and obtaining
treasure. Added determination and energy to any spell
Angelica Root: Very powerful. Protects against negative
energy and attracts positive energy. Used in healing and exorcisms. Protects
Anise Seeds: Used to help ward off the Evil Eye, find
happiness, and stimulate psychic ability. Used in sleep pillows to prevent
Anise Star: Burned to increase psychic awareness &
abilities. Placed on altar to increase
power generated or carried to bring good luck
Powder: Purification and
increased spirituality. Burned to reach meditative state
Arbica Flowers: Psychic powers and protection from
Root: Used for protection
Balm of Gilead
Tear: Used for love,
manifestation, protection, healing, assisting in healing from loss of a loved
Bark: Cleansing, sorcery,
atonement, freeing oneself from the power or control of another
Basil: Love, exorcism, wealth, and protection.
Dispels confusion, fears, and weakness. Drives off hostile spirits
Bat Head Root: Used in spell work, rituals, to obtain
Bay leaves: Used for protection, good fortune,
success, purification, strength, healing and psychic powers. Write wishes on
the leaves and burn them to make the wish come true. Put in dream pillows for
Bark: Good fortune, luck,
healing, and stress relief
Bee Pollen: Friendship, attraction, love, strength,
happiness, and overcoming depression
Birch Bark: Powerful aid divination magic and finding
the heart of truth. Other uses protection, exorcism, and purification.
Root: Love, protection,
courage, protection, potency
Bark: Wish magic, access
to divine energy, and bringing the blessing of the Gods
Catnip Cut: Sacred to Bast. Used in ritual having to
do with cats or cat deities. Love, enhance beauty or happiness, protection, bad
Cedar: Confidence, strength, power, money,
protection, healing and purification. Use in sachets to promote calmness
Celery Seed: Used for mental and psychic powers and
concentration. Use in dream pillows for to help with sleep
Flowers: Used for love,
healing, production marriage proposals, gambling luck, prosperity, good
fortune, reducing stress, removing hexes, curses, and spells
Berries: Used in rituals
to draw down the moon, chastity, and protection of the home.
Cherry Bark: Lust, direction, frugality, invisibility,
magical potency. Burn as an increase while performing divination, or to during
Chickweed: Fertility and love, lunar magic, animal,
magic, healing with birds, carry to attract love.
Granules: favors, removing
obstacles, and invisibility, positive outlook, sense of humor. Use a black
candle and burn as an incense to hex someone.
Chive: Protection and weight loss
Flowers: Love, joy, humor,
Cilantro: Protection of gardeners, bring peace to
the home, and help attune one with their soul
Cinnamon: Spirituality, success, healing, personal
protection, love, luck, strength, passion, and prosperity, associated with fire
and the sun
Cinquefoil: An all-purpose magical herb. Love, money,
health, power, and wisdom, stimulates memory, eloquence, and self-confidence,
financial gain, or by those who are otherwise seeking good fortune and
self-improvement, bring love, money, health, power, and wisdom into their
live, business & house blessing
Clover: Ritual baths to aid in financial
estrangement. It is also used for lust, money, love, success, luck, blessing
and protection of animals.
Cloves: Protection, friendship, banishing hostel
or negative forces, mental clarity, money, purify, cleanses the aura.
prosperity, love, peace, and tranquility
Comfrey Leaves: Money, safety during travel, stability,
Coriander Seed: Love, health, protection, ease pain of
broken heart, peace, ward off disease and migraines
Milk Thistle Seed: Strength, perseverance, wisdom, aid in
Mistletoe: Fertility, creativity, prevention of
illness and misfortune, protection from negative spells, Carry for luck when
hunting, associated with Yule, Jupiter, and the sun, fertility, love,
protection, prophetic visions
Motherwort: Confidence, success and counter magic
Mugwort: Lust, fertility, prevent backache, cure
disease and madness, astral travel, prophetic dreams, clean crystal balls and
Mullein Leaf: Protection from nightmares & sorcery,
courage, cursing and invoking spirits
Mustard Seed: Courage, faith, endurance, luck
Myrrh: Spiritual opening, meditation, healing,
high psychic vibrations, peace, blessing of talismans, charms, and magical
Nettles Leaf: Dispelling darkness & fear,
strengthening will aiding in the ability to handle emergencies, drive off evil
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I’ve no interest in starting the troll bone/horn discourse but I’m always game to dispense science/biology/zoology knowledge!
This also brings up the difference between horns, antlers and ossicones too when we talk about troll horns.
Horns: bone with keratin coated over the top. These have a capacity to heal and grow
Antlers: not bone, similar stuff but less tough and also dead. Often these are temporary/seasonal because they cannot heal from damage
Ossicones: entirely made of bone and straight up just chunks of angry sharp skull. Usually have fur or tough skin on top.
Since Alternian horns are always referred to as horns and grow larger as they age, they are most likely living horn. Y’all don’t have to head canon this but since there’s no current lore going around of trolls having their horns suddenly drop off or horrifying insect antler velvet that comes off in bleeding strips. I’m gonna say horns. Although if we wanted to get inventive we could go for ossicones with some crazy skin growing over. Or even some kind of extrapolation based on bug antenna/integument. Because why not.
Winter doesn’t know the taste of a lot of things. But there is one thing she has memorized, one flavor that never escapes her no matter how hard she tries. It is ash. Even when she sleeps, that charred ghost flavor slinks around her mouth, sticking at the back of her throat. When she sleeps, she can feel the velvet of fine-milled ash pressing into her cheeks. And when she wakes, the first smell on the wind is always wood smoke.
She supposes that this is because it is the taste of warmth. It is the taste of things fighting back against the might of her, but that doesn’t make it any better.
There are only so many things a season may taste.
Winter knows the delicate sweetness of ice riming a windowpane. There is no kinder cold than the sleeve of frost adorning a bare tree limb. Winter knows the taste of fire. Cold coaxes out the sugar, for when death is close, life turns to its sweetest. It does it like an animal cornered, a survival mechanism, and Winter can always taste the bittersweet taste of panic. There are other flavors, things that other seasons would long for—the tangy glitter-crackle of ornaments spinning behind a window, sticky sweet candy-coated apples that are a shade so viciously red they ward away demons. And that was nothing to say of the emotions that perfumed the air: waiting and wonder, snow in the eyes and snow on the tongue, winter prayers rising into the sky and tangling in the not-fallen snow.
But the ash…
The ash always remained.
It was always the taste that lingered, for it was the taste of death. The taste of things burned and turned into something else. That was what everyone thought of Winter. She was the season of sleep and frost, of death made beautiful when draped in white.
She was those things. She walked in a silver dress, wore a crown of velvet-nap antlers and around her throat was a collar of ice so bright that diamonds wept. When she walked, she showed you her bones. Like you were the only one who got to see her this way: the shadowy twigs of her limbs, the frail stone heart fluttering beneath a ribcage of dried moss. Even her blood, just sheaves of parchment-thin ice growing across a river.
But people always seemed to forget that she could grow things too. A new year, when no one was looking. A spindle that groaned fat on dreams that she draped through the slumber of so many children. Despair, when the mood struck, for she could yank Night into the sky and even Day would cower. For this was the time of her reign.
And yet there were things she longed for too. Sometimes her reign was long and sometimes her reign was short. But always it was lonely.
There was no one else to sit at her table of snow. No one else with whom she might wax thoughtfully about the ever-present taste of ash.
When she reigned, everything else was asleep. Everyone else was already sharing their shadow.
She had taken mortal lovers, yes. Too many boys who she had loved for the way the snow clung to their lashes. Too many girls who she had worshipped for the way the ice laced through their hair. But there had been too many times when she kissed them too hard and they turned to ice beneath her. There had been too many times when she had lain her cheek against their shoulder in the night and woke to find them frozen.
It was a day that should have been mundane.
She should have known, then, how monumental it would be.
Things of great change like to wear the face of normalcy, as if they might stalk and sneak upon you better. Things of great change are rather childish, in that way.
Winter was wearing her finest furs of ruffled snow and ermine. She was walking in her thinnest slip, a gauzy thing that left her shoulders bare. She radiated cold, and the world warped around her the way a saint always bends his neck beneath the weight of a heavenly corona.
She saw her through a parting of trees. The branches were white, and through it, the girl looked like a fractal of a girl. Something already broken.
Winter loves instantly.
She could take the time to fall, of course, but winter is a gust of ice against an unprotected neck, and a noose of cold around the throat. Though the world yearns to be rid of her, she is usually gone quite fast.
Which is all to say: there was no time to be gentle.
For nothing about her was ever gentle.
The girl behind the branches stood out like a poppy in the snow. Like a flame poised to devour.
Winter could only watch as the girl picked her way through the fallen branches and icy ground to stand before her. This close, the girl burned. Her hair was smoke and embers, blue as the heart of a flame. And yet her lips were a candy-lush red, bright as a Christmas apple.
“I hear you don’t like what fruit I grow,” said the girl.
And Winter knew, suddenly, who she was. Fire.
Winter found her voice.
“The taste of ash is everywhere,” she said imperiously. “It gets everywhere. It’s the cursed taste at the end of every meal. It hides in my hair. Coats my tongue. So yes, one could say that I’m not particularly fond of your fruit.”
For she was nothing if not imperious.
Fire tilted her head. A ribbon of flame coiled around her neck. Winter wanted to press her lips to it. Then she wanted to remove it with her teeth.
“It was supposed to make you curious. Not furious.”
“Curious to do what?” asked Winter.
Fire stretched out her hand. A charred pomegranate sat in her palm. When Winter touched it, it seamed down the middle. A puff of smoke stamped the air. Seven charred seeds glistened like wet garnets.
“To know me. To let me stay by your side. Perhaps not all things that are bitter and lingering are things to be rejected. Perhaps you just have not explored them enough.”
Winter reached out, sucking the marrow from a single jewel seed. This was not a taste of ash that she knew. This was something lustrous. Something that tasted like a wildfire swallowing a forest. It stung the back of her throat. Made her eyes water.
deer facts (for the sake of realistic fanfiction): antlers
so, my uncle owned a deer sanctuary before he died and i use to spend a lot of my childhood playing with the deer. here are some behavioral fact so yall can add those little detail to your fanfictions :)
PERMANENT ANTLER VELVET BC SHE MAKES IT SPRINGTIME WHEREVER SHE GOES … including on her own head
i’m realizing i have no idea how antler growth cycles work. oh well
does she actually have a springtime thing? nightingales and mountain fresh detergent follow her around but I kinda dig the fact that she made herself into the goddess of twilight and sleep, for the sake of convenience
She is golden and regal as she enters, chin held just so and her velvet antlers adorned with jewels like dew drops and pale flowers. Yards of fabric trail after her in an elegant procession, a gold so pale it looks as though the seamstresses have woven sunlight into the silk itself. His own formal attire is darker, shades of silver and blacks framing him, and intricate embroidery detailing the lines of his coat.
For the third time that day, Hidan slithered down onto the cold tiles of the disgusting bathroom floor, groaning in misery as he clung to the toilet like his life depended on it.
He was never, ever following Kakuzu on his bounty hunts again.
Oh yes, the whole thing had started when his shit-for-brains partner decided it was a good idea to just waltz into a small hospital to pluck one of its patients straightout of their deathbed and drop them off to the station.
would’ve been all fine and fuckin’ dandy had it not been for the fact that when
they arrived, the place was swarming with people coughing and sneezing in each
others’ faces, sharing germs and illnesses as the winter season fast
approached. Hidan had done his best to avoid touching anything, but naturally,
luck had chosen to send all his efforts down the drain once again.
are you doing?” The sound of Kakuzu’s voice was too loud in the
Jashinist’s ears, and he turned around to see the older man blocking the entrance
to the shitty bathroom of their motel room.
help me,” Hidan gurgled out. “I think I’m dyin’.”
Why are you on the floor like that?”
f-fuckin’ kidding!? D'you not see how I’m–” He couldn’t finish that
sentence because his belly lurched once more, and Hidan clawed his way back up
and thrust his head back into the toilet, just in time before retching
came the blunt retort from above as Hidan collapsed back onto the tiles, limbs
trembling. He caught a blurry glimpse of Kakuzu’s unamused stare, his nose
creased slightly more with disgust. “Who would’ve thought you capable of
such human weakness.” There was definite sarcasm now, but as of the current moment the Jashinist couldn’t even bring himself to be angered, despite
everything being this man’s fault.
everything h-h-hurts.” Clenching his jaw did nothing to stop his teeth
from chattering. Hidan could barely form coherent words with the way he
constantly felt hot and cold at the same time, perspiration beading on his
already clammy forehead, and how even the slightest brush of any object against
his skin would basically set his nerves ablaze. It wasn’t even the good kind of
pain, either. He was suffering in his own little world, all by himself.
“K-Kakuzu, do something!”
not my fault you were careless,” Kakuzu replied. “It’s just a flu.
Don’t be a child about it.”
a–!?You s-shithead, you d-don’t know w-w-what it f-feels
like!” Oh Jashin, he was speaking too loudly, now he needed to puke
again. Even though he was fairly certain he’d already hurled out a good portion
of his intestines by now. Emitting a weird, strangled noise from the back of
his throat, Hidan wrestled his way up towards the toilet seat again like a
zombie climbing out of its grave. His stomach convulsed so harshly–holy fuck,
this was what Hell was like–that Hidan felt tears welling in the corners of
“It serves you right,” his partner
was saying. “You need to learn how to stop taking things for granted and
be grateful for the things you have.”
Jashin-damned Kakuzu. Despite the
onslaught of mind-numbing nausea, the burn of bile in his throat, and churning stomach
cramps, Hidan felt his drenched face flush even hotter with fury. If it wasn’t
for the fact that opening his quivering mouth would most likely result in the
expulsion of his entrails, he would definitely give a good spiel of his own. How
dare the bastard have the audacity to lecture him, now of all times? Here he was, vomiting out his organs and despite
having five hearts the man just couldn’t spare a single one for this moment. It
was really getting hard to resist the temptation of just slaughtering the
motherfucker for Jash–
could fully complete that thought, he felt the pull of gravity suddenly becoming
too much to withstand, and he was out before his head hit the floor.
jerked awake when the sensation of something extremely cold slid
across his face. For a few seconds he spluttered blindly, eyelids too swollen
to open properly. He tried to take a deep breath, but he was interrupted when
suddenly it felt like his airway was filled with water instead of oxygen. The Jashinist began
coughing up a huge storm, each hack sending sharp stabbing pains that vibrated
in his skull.
it.” Kakuzu’s voice abruptly sounded out of nowhere, and much too close for Hidan’s personal
comfort; he jumped, prying open his bleary eyes to find his partner scowling
irritably down at him.
realized that he was in his own futon, pillow stuffed with a cloak so that his
head was raised higher. He could feel
hot bottles of water placed in random places under the sheets, and
every inch of his limbs ached.
And so naturally, everything about this set-up was unfamiliar and frightening. “Wh’
th'fuck–!?” he slurred loudly, pausing to cough some more. “Wh'rr’m I!?”
at the base,” Kakuzu replied. “Calm your ass down. You’re making it
moaned with despair and, sapped of all energy, slumped back into his pillow.
passed out,” Kakuzu said flatly, although there was thunder in his eyes, “in
a puddle of your own sick. I thought you were putting up a show, but evidently
I was wrong. Lying on a cold bathroom floor didn’t help your cause, it seems.
On top of the stomach flu, you now have bronchitis.”
Y-you–how long did y'fuckin’ leave m'there!?”
hope you realize how far behind this sets us back,” snarled Kakuzu,
ignoring the Jashinist completely. “Leader is revoking our chance to
accept that infiltration mission, and is flat out refusing to offer any other
tasks until you fully recover. Which also happens to be my responsibility, as no one else in the organization likes wasting their time babying a goddamn
immortal out of a stupid cold!”
“Stop yellin’ in m'face!” Hidan
screamed, and immediately regretted it, because his vocal cords felt like they
were being shredded. He twisted and dry-heaved for a bit, panting heavily in
exhaustion. “Jus’ stop… ohhh…
man pinched the bridge of his nose, visibly struggling to gather his composure while emitting a huge sigh. “Do us all a favor
and shut up for now.” For once, the Jashinist did as told. He lay
back and watched out of the corner of his vision as Kakuzu soaked a fresh towel
with water from the basin he set next to him, and mopped up the sweat from Hidan’s
brow, neck, and arms. Each wipe was painful as hell–like rubbing sandpaper
over his skin–but he grit his teeth through it all. He tried not to look at
the dark expression on his partner’s face as he leaned over Hidan to reach
something on the other side.
up.” The older man was hovering something long and thin over his nose.
“A bit more. For fuck’s sake, Hidan, not enough to break your jaw. Now
I’m–no, don’t bite it! Keep it under
your tongue–press down–yes, like that.”
glared feebly at Kakuzu, who was dully watching the red marker rise on the
thermometer sticking out of the Jashinist’s mouth. It had finally occured to
him how humiliating this entire set-up was, and just the thought of it
definitely would have contributed an extra degree or two to his body
temperature. But for some strange reason, Kakuzu had yet to make fun of him, or
mention anything derogatory about the situation. And damn it, he hoped it would
stay that way.
thermometer removed, Kakuzu placed the wet towel over his forehead and stood
up. Hidan saw him walk out of his peripheral vision, and five minutes later
returned with a small tray. On it was placed something that smelled absolutely
putrid and foul, so much that he felt like puking again. “Th’ hell is tha’!?”
medicine, you twit.” Having returned to his original position by Hidan’s
side, the reek was even stronger than ever. He caught a glimpse of the horrifically
black fluid sloshing around in the too-large bowl. “Brewed with velvet antler. Do you have any clue how rare and expensive this
is?” Without warning, Kakuzu reached out and tilted Hidan’s head upright
and all but shoved the rim of the bowl against his lips. “Now drink.”
Kak–” The Jashinist choked as his mouth and nose was flooded with the
repulsive substance, and while he swallowed most of it out of reflex, the taste
was utterly revolting. He couldn’t help it; he spluttered, coughed, and retched,
some of it flying across the room while the rest dribbled down his chin and
onto Kakuzu’s hand.
closed his eyes, waiting for the beating that was sure to come any second now.
But seconds passed by with nothing, and to his shock, it never arrived. When he opened his eyes again, he saw the
older man wordlessly wiping himself with the towel, mouth pressed into a thin
can’t–” Hidan spluttered shakily, suddenly feeling weirdly guilty in his
feverish, delusional state. “S'really hard, Kak'zu–”
from his partner shut him up. “You just wasted about three pinches of that
antler powder, which costs two hundred per
pinch. Let’s try again, and you will,”
Hidan felt his blood run cold at the ominous murder that gleamed in Kakuzu’s
eyes, “finish every last drop.”
In the end,
he really did end up finishing every last drop of it. After that the older man
seemed less willing to slaughter the next breathing thing that dared to move
out of its place, which was nice. He’d exited from the room to let the Jashinist
find some much needed sleep, only to return five hours later with more of the
disgusting concoction in his hand.
quietly wondered if Kakuzu was deriving much enjoyment out of watching him
suffer like this. But it was hard to tell, because he would sometimes notice
the dark bags under his partner’s eyes and wrinkled clothes as he bustled in
and out of the Jashinist’s room. The general way he carried himself didn’t
speak much about him, except that he was tired.
was too busy with trying to keep his porridge down, and not vomit all over Kakuzu’s chest every time he was jostled to have
his sweat-soaked sheets changed for fresh ones, thank you very much. He didn’t
have much room to be concentrating on any other thought but that.
this wasn’t so bad; considering all the different ways he could have lost his
dignity forever, it could have gone
Velvet tissue covers the antlers as they grow every year, supplying them with oxygen and nutrients. When they’re done growing, the velvet sheds off and then the males can use them for mate competition.