are these crests? fancy magic circles?? idk but the symmetry tool in CPS is so satisfying

here’s a transparent PNG if anyone wants to like, idk color them? the lineart is v messy tho haha

Is it possible for two or more souls to inhabit the same body? Like if a person has multiple personality syndrome or something?

Nope! There’s only room for one soul in a body at a time. Even when Mabel and Dipper shared her body, Mabel would get into a sock puppet while Dipper did whatever needed doing in her body.

Here’s something I’ve always wondered but haven’t seen mentioned – If someone summoned Alcor to tell them all about the Transcendence itself, would he have to tell them about his involvement in the Transcendence, or would he be able to avoid that? Assuming he didn’t just refuse the deal, of course

Alcor learned how to twist his words from the best. He can probably get around telling people the truth and nothing but the whole truth, like the sneaky little demon he is.

Do the demons representing the seven deadly sins exist in the Transcendence AU? If yes, has Alcor met them before?

There are probably demons that characterize themselves according to those seven sins, but they aren’t embodiments of those sins. If you were to, say, kill the demon of ‘lust,’ that still wouldn’t change anything in the world. People themselves would still lust; that one demon that styled themseves after the concept of lust would just be dead.

can we please talk about how Torako is the only non-Mizar to wield the cultbasher????? badass

Hey, remember that ask about a fic where Alcor argued with a roommate about leaving the milk out? I believe I found it. It’s called “The Little Things”, and is chapter 9 of “So Your Best Friend Is A Demon” by dementor_ssc. (Sorry about the long-winded directions, but the ask panel doesn’t allow links).

Thanks!! Here’s the link!!

how do the Pines parents find out about and then take their grandsons being a supernatural Mob Boss?

Honestly, when it’s compared to their demon son who destroyed an entire state while they were away on vacation, in addition to all the other stuff said son has pulled, it’s really not bad.

And that’s only if they found out.

So wait, is Dippers blood actual gold? Has anyone tested the theory, as in to figure out whether its gold colored blood or actual gold?????

Dipper’s blood is golden! Gold does not do all the things his blood can do. Gold does not burn, or start steaming upon contact with the air, or all the things that fic authors have written it doing.

Furry Talk

skia-oura:

A/N: Hammered out in about an hour or two after Zoey opened their mouth and this came out.

Ao3

Basically, Bentley gets stuck on homework, and Dipper and Torako take it upon themselves to…help.

Bentley stared at his blank sheet of
paper, pencil limp in his hand, then back up at Torako and Dipper’s expectant
gazes. “I have no idea what my furry would be. Can we stop. I need to write my
final paper, half my grade depends on it.”

Torako groaned and flopped back,
splayed across the ground of the living room floor. She did not, Bentley
noticed, show her own sketchbook. “This is why
we’re figuring out furries! You’re supposed to take a break and have fun,
goddammit.”

“My paper,” Bentley said.

“You’ve been staring at your reader
for about three hours,” Torako said, “And we’ve been seeing you decline on the
essay-writing front for about a week now. Hence the furries.”

“I don’t know furries,” Bentley
said. He lived a very deliberate lifestyle of trying to be ignorant of Torako
and Dipper’s furry-related shenanigans. So far, ignorance really was bliss.

“We can always figure out what your
furry is together,” Dipper said. Bentley raised his eyebrows at Dipper, who was
uncharacteristically wearing a lime-green…suit? Bentley didn’t know how to
classify it. He did know that he didn’t
like the gleam in Dipper’s eyes, or the way his smile edged a little too far at
the corners. It was his sneaky smile.

“No,” Bentley said, flat.

Dipper and Torako moaned in unison.
Bentley glanced at the time display on the opposite wall—after eleven, he
really needed to write that paper—and made a decision. It was probably a
decision he would come to regret, but he needed to stop relaxing and get
working, and the faster he got this over with the faster he could get his paper
done the faster he could lie in bed and think about how much his teacher would
hate it. Bentley also knew, from experience, that Torako and Dipper were
tenacious little shits who would keep distracting him in the name of relaxation
until he gave in. There was no avoiding his fate

Bentley huffed and ruffled his hair.
“Fine,” he said. “Just—show me yours, I guess. For reference. You first,
Torako.” It would be better to get the more chaotic of the two over and done
with, he thought. For his own sake.

Torako sat up in a feat only
possible through the power of her impressively toned abdominal muscles. She was
beaming. Dipper pouted on the couch next to Bentley, but didn’t say anything.
Instead, he clutched his datapad closer, having insisted on ‘newfangled
technology’ instead of paper.

“I love you,” Torako said. She
lowered her eyelashes and grinned a grin that made Bentley tense in
preparation. “Are you ready to see it?”

He took a deep breath, tried—then
failed—to relax, and nodded. “Go for it.”

Keep reading

HC: A Mizar in the future, inspired by some weird old shows she found, decide to summon Alcor to try to become a Magic Girl so she can deal with the local gangs and stuff. Alcor agrees because he thinks this is the Best Idea. Would this cause a lot of chaos or all the chaos, and how exasperated are the local cops?

In this order: so much chaos, and they are very exasperated but sometimes a little thankful (though that’s always with a heavy side of why is this my life)