Okay, I did it. I created a sideblog for the Twin Starlets AU.
It can be found here.
From now on, this is where I’ll post new fics and art, and also reblog things other people have made for this AU. Anyone who wants to make a header image or a better avatar for this will have my eternal gratitude.
Like @equivalence-au and @avarice-au we now have Twin Starlets!!!! Welcome them aboard the AU-AU train and for all Hc/art/fic where both Dipper and Mabel transcend head their way!
Wow, it is a long one. Let’s see:
At first, due to their connection as twins, only Stanley can see and hear Stanford. In their teen years, Ford would follow Stan around as a companion and protector. A companion to talk to because he’s doesn’t like hanging out with another dream demons (or anyone else for the matter) and A protector from the supernatural that would harm Stan and anyone else he encounters.
- Because it often looks like he’s talking to himself, while talking to his brother, Stan would often be ridiculed and be shun as a ‘weirdo’. Ford sympathizes with Stan seeing as he was often shun too for looking different with his six fingered hands before his time as a dream demon.
As they got older, Ford would watch Stan get into numerous relationships, most of them ended badly, and eventually settling down and become a father to 3 kids. Whether he had more children prior to that is unknown even to Ford. 😉
- Stan once tried to ask Ford a favor to use his powers to do weird magic tricks or conduct fake fortune tellings to trying to trick people into giving him their money. This did not end well.
- To differentiate from the alias in the main AU, I rather not think Stanford and Stanley are named Alcor and Mizar. Instead, to me, Stanford is Táltos
(named after a six fingered figure in Hungarian mythology)
the Wise/Wanderer and Stanley is Erélyes
the Trickster/Thief.
- When not busy protecting/looking after Stan, his descendants, or current incarnations of his friends, you would find Ford reading/researching a book or a scroll all about Dream Demons or the Magical Creatures whether he’s in the Archives of the Supernatural (one of the many Libraries in the Dreamscape) or in a regular library in his physical form.
- Ford is the kind of person who would work for the government if they needed him, even if it’s morally ambiguous. (Well he did created those tie prototypes in canon for the “President’s puppet masters”, so I don’t see why not here.)
And that’s just the tip of the relatively transcendent iceberg.
[kicks door down] DID SOMEONE SAY DEMON TWINS AU???
(I’ve had these sketches for like… a month now, but I never posted them because they’re AU of an AU. Sorry for the quality, but I added captions.)
This would either end semi-decently or very, very badly.
Couple of ideas under the cut:
The prompt for this was “AU in which Bill turns Dipper into something
more like Willow or the Woodsman instead of Alcor and he stays human.” I
took a few liberties. Will probably work on this slowly over the next few months. The ending is marvelously sad and already planned out – it’s the actual story in the middle that’s the problem.
Our friends at Equivalence have some great ideas!
The official transcendence blog had a submission about Hank becoming a vampire and getting revenge on Portland’s vampire mafia a while back, I remembered it tonight, and this wreck ended up happening ¯_(ツ)_/¯
Warnings for gore, blood, and a newly turned vampire’s questionable morals
Hank wakes to hunger. He feels like a starving man, feels like his organs are eating themselves, feels like he’s on the brink of death.
He manages to move into a runner’s crouch, somehow can work broken legs again, when he notices the blood. There’s a pool around him, he can see the silhouette of his body outlined in it, and all he can feel is relief.
Hank’s licking blood from his hands, wishing it was fresher, when he realizes what he is. He looks down to find the ground washed clean, opens his mouth and gently traces a finger along his canines. They’re sharp, designed to cut through flesh like it was silk, and he lets out a hysterical laugh.
Hunger slices through the panic, and Hank raises an eye to his surroundings. He doesn’t know where he is, only that it’s a forest, only that the acrid scent of magic coats the air. He should summon Dipper, should reunite with Vivian, but the need for blood comes before them.
Hank’s found a road when the memories come rushing back, of a vampire and her lackeys, of fangs on his neck and a bullet in his chest. He remembers their laughter, remembers that one of them had made a deal to keep his uncle unaware, remembers how they threatened his family.
Twenty different ways to kill them have been considered and discarded when Hank hears it, or more accurately, them. Five heartbeats, healthy and strong, and his mouth waters as he follows the sound.
Finally, finally, he reaches where they are. It’s a small shack that looks like it’s about to collapse, and ordinarily he’d wonder why someone would want to live in it. The emptiness overwhelms any other thoughts though, reduces him down to instincts.
He’s at the door when his conscience makes an appearance. Hank’s about to turn around, about to keep walking and search for a pay phone, when he hears when one of them speak. He knows that voice, heard it as he died, and any lingering hesitation disappears.
The man lounging against the wall lets out a mangled scream when Hank bursts through the door and sinks teeth into his neck. Hank’s drinking deeply, ignoring the screams of the prey when a bullet sinks into his shoulder. He turns then, sees the humans from before and the vampire they followed.
Their eyes are wide with fear, their hearts hammering like drums, and Hank moves before they have a chance to fire again. He smashes them against the shaking walls, ignores their cries and kneels down to drink. Hank’s drained the first dry and is halfway through the second when he hears the sound of running footsteps.
He steps outside to the vampire-the prey-sprinting away into the forest. He stalks them then, follows them through the twisting brush. The prey’s slowed down, considered itself safe, when Hank makes a move.
“Hey, are you lost? I know I’ve got a map somewhere.”
The vampire whirls around to face him, and Hank lets out a laugh when he recognizes who she is. A captain of the Portland seethe, a vampire centuries old, and she accidentally turns him.
“You-”
“I’m going to kill you”
“Nicholai will-” she starts, desperation in her voice, before Hank interrupts her.
“Nicholai won’t avenge you. I’ll watch him bleed out, watch him look up at me and realize what he has done.”
He gazes down at her, smiles gently, before continuing.
“And then I’ll hunt down every member of your twisted little clan, and I’ll tell them about this night. I’ll tell them you turned me, and they will spend their dying breaths cursing you.”
Hank smiles, sunny and bright, before wrenching her head off. He grabs it by the hair and hooks and arm around the body before kicking both into a clearing.
When the disposal is done he walks back to the shack, ignores the urge to vomit, the disgust at what’s he done.
He has a meal to finish.
Whoa! Throw back all the way to December 2014!
A/N: Call this a one-shot dark AU of TAU, based off of a previous canon-compliant (as much as there is a canon) one-shot I wrote called The Offer. In the original, a demon offers Dipper a deal that he refuses after a flash of insight as to what accepting would ultimately mean.
In this version, he doesn’t get that insight. He has to live it.
Be warned, it really is dark, and though I skip sharing any details it is understood that intercourse happens, as well as blood and death and various horrible things.
Xethis
was too close (but Mizar…), pressing
closer (…smiling, laughing, gleeful and
as deathless as he), sharp-nailed hands stroking his face and tugging at
his hair (Twin Stars forever, and if they
couldn’t be twins then father and daughter would do just as well)…“Do we
have a deal?” the succubus murmured, her face a scant inch from his. There was
no further thought, nothing but Mizar and his pain, and if this was the answer,
the way to break that endless chain of agonizing loss—“Yes,”
he said, and held stock-still as she kissed him to seal the bargain.For
Mizar.
Acacia would be a werewolf, like her cousin Wendy. Hank would be a dragon, and Willow would be a cockatrice.
Oh my god and considering that Mabel is 5′0 in the AU….oh my god, that is too adorable OH SHIT WAIT A MINUTE, POCKET!HENRY.
RRRG tumblr deleted the ask but someone requested some Soos but if he were in Dip’s place in the Transcendence AU and I forgot about it so I drew some more characters to make up for the time I didn’t answer!
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