Not that we’ve ever determined. Having the same or a similar name does not a reincarnation make, though we grant that this universe does love irony through happenstance.
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Melinda and the Gnomes 1/?
Hey everybody this is part one of a story inspired by a question asked by jaeger-bombastic-was-taken: What if, sometime in the future, a Mizar actually became the queen of the gnomes?Well this is how it happend and what Mizar did with it. Happy Birthday TAU!!!!
The woman raised the hood of her black robe over her head as she turned to look at her husband emerging from the door to the basement.
“Is everything ready,” she asked.
The man nodded grimly, “are we sure this is necessary?”
“I told you, you fool,” the woman snapped at him. “The greater the perceived sacrifice the greater the rewards. Why do you think I spent the last five sixths of a year getting this thing ready. Or did you imagine that I actually wanted a weight around our necks as we go about our lives.” She pushed passed him and made an impatient ‘Come on’ gesture.
“Okay,” the man said doubtfully. He raised the hood of his own robe, picked his month old daughter up off the couch, and followed his wife down into their candle lit basement.
……………………………
Alcor laid on his back in the Mystery Shack enjoying the peace and quiet. It had been about a year since he had been summoned by any sort of cult, and he was hopeful that people had finally realized that it was a really bad idea to worship demons.
Another reason he was enjoying the peace was the fact that he had just spent a week being bombarded by questions from Fords latest reincarnation. He was a scientist again, and he was studying magics effects on various chemical reactions. Ford had traded the hearing in his right ear for the answers to every question relevent to his research he could think of. Alcor had let himself be cheated on that particular deal, Ford did not realize it yet, but once he thought of more questions he’d simply have to ask.
Just then he felt the tug of an unusually powerful summons and let it take him.
Alcor emerged in a blaze of black fire. He looked around to find himself in a basement lit by three hundred blood scented candles arranged in careful circles around his perfectly drawn circle in the middle of the room. In front of him was a couple in their mid thirties, clad head to foot in thick black robes. The man seemed to be holding something behind his back.
Who Dares to Call Upon Alcor the DreamBender.
The woman stepped forward and raised her arms in supplication. “ Oh mighty Lord Alcor, Oh great and powerful Twin Star, my Husband and I beseech thee.”
Alcor frowned, Stop the fancy talk, just tell me what you desire.
“My Lord,” the woman continued, “we seek mystical power, power to dominate others, power to do as we choose. The Power to rule the world if we wish it!
Alcor sighed internally, he’d heard it all before.
“In return for this power we offer you our daughter Melinda, body and soul.” The woman gestured and her husband revealed what he’d been hidding:
It was a sleeping baby girl covered in arcane symbols, painted on her skin with what seemed to be Goats blood.
A baby.
But not just any baby.
It was Mizar
HIS MIZAR!
And these selfish fools offered him her life and soul, and their own daughter too.
“We have concieved, born, and prepared this baby just for you my lord, all so-“
SILENCE!!!!
The woman took a step back, her husband let out a whimper.
Do you know who this is!!!
“Our daughter, who we-”
This is my Mizar!!!!
The two gasped and try’d to run the husband tossing the sleeping baby at Alcor as he went. The Demon caught the baby, set her down than gave chase. He caught the woman at the top of the stairs and ripped out her heart. The husband almost made it to the front door when Alcor swept down on him from above, he skinned the man alive and left him there to die before returning to the basement.
Mizar had somehow slept peacefully through all the yelling and screaming, Alcor picked up the baby girl and gently rocked her, crying softly. “Oh Melinda, how could your own parents do this to you, he said removing the bloody symbols. Don’t worry my little Mizar, I’ll take you to someone who will look after you, and of course your big brother will always be there for you.
Cassie was living alone by a National Park this lifetime and desperately wanted a child. She would make a good mother. He took a quick look around the house only to find no baby things whatsoever. That horrible woman really had given birth just so that she’d have a good sacrifice.
With a snarl of disgust, Alcor took baby Melinda from that terrible house forever.
Prompt: Cassie (and possibly her friends) is kidnapped by cultists. She manages to call Dipper to her aid- when he’s high on Dipnip.
In theory he can shake it off if he needs or wants to. In practice, his judgement is probably impaired enough by that point that…well…would he?
Friendly cult
The Dipping Sauce Cults first meeting
I only reciently discovered this AU, but I’m completely in love with it. Cassie is one of my favorite OC’s and I just wanted to contribute my own story.
Cassie and her new friends sat around a table at a local fast food place, picking at their meals.
“I can’t believe Michael got us kicked out of the cult,” Lydia pouted
“I bet he’s just jealous,” Cassie said. “All that stuff about us lying about what happend after the others left is just an excuse.”
“It was kind of unbelievable,” Ann Pipped up. “But it happend, how the hell did you get to be friends with an all powerful demon anyway.”
“Yeah,” the others chorused.
Cassie smiled to herself, her mind flooding with memory.
“Well … it was a few months into highschool and I was having a lot of trouble with my math class. Since I couldn’t seem to get anywhere on my own, I decided to summon a demon for help. I’m just lucky I decided on Alcor, like he’s repeatedly told me, any other demon would likely have torn me to pieces for bothering them with something so trivial. But he did agree to help me with the math problems in exchange for ice cream-”
“So thats why you brought that,” Lydia exclaimed, slapping the table.
“Exactly, it’s his favorite snack. So, anyway I kept summoning him despite his objections and eventually Alcor just started showing up on his own, and we’ve been friends ever since, he’s even played a couple of great pranks on me.” Cassie laughed remembering.
“You should be running that stupid cult instead of Michael,” Zoe grumbled. “It sounds like you know more about Alcor than anybody.”
“I know, said Lydia. If Michael and those idiots don’t want us, we should start our own cult, and you should lead us. Maybe we could even become friends with Alcor ourselves.
“Lead us! Lead us! Lead us! The group chanted.
Cassie grinned, “Okay than, as my first order I say we should have our first meeting the day after tomorrow.
“We can use my basement,” Ann said, “should we bring anything?”
“How about a small tub of Ice cream each.” I wonder what Alcors going to say this, Cassie thought…
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Alcor felt the familiar tug of a summons, he quickly said goodbye to Mabel and allowed himelf to be taken. As he manifested into his circle, he saw the familiar figure of Cassie standing there along with the cult members he’d seen her with the other day. “Hi kid, what is it this time?
“Well you know how I accidently joined one of your cults?”
“Yeah?”
“Well they kicked all of us out and these guys here want me to lead a new one and they want to be you’re friends too, Cassie finished in a rush.”
“ We brought you Ice cream,” one of the cultists said nevously, holding up a tub.
Alcor leaned back in the air, and reluctently scanned Cassie’s friends minds. “Well first things first,” he said. “You should all know that I can’t stay solid much longer without a deal. How about this,” he pointed to the girl who had just spoken. “You give me that tub of Ice Cream and in return I at least agree to hear what you have to say.”
He held out his hand.
“D-deal,” The girl said nervously shaking it. “My names Lydia”
Everybody was silent for a minute as Alcor ate a few bites of mint chip. “You guys do know that summoning a demon is an incredably bad idea, he said finally, if I wanted to I could flay you all alive. With. My. Mind.
Cassie rolled her eyes at him. “Oh come on, I know you only do things like that to people who deserve it.”
A few hours and three tubs of Ice Cream later everybody had gotten comfortable around Alcor and he had learned all their names. He hadn’t felt this relaxed around a decent sized group of people in a while.
“All right, All right,” he said laughing at a joke Ann had made. “I’ll be your guys’s friend. My real name is Dipper by the way.” He shot a grin at Cassie. Now this little cult of yours just needs a name.
“How about The Cult of DippingSauce,” Zoe suggested.
“Perfect,” Dipper laughed. Now, you guys can call on me whenever you need anything, but next time can you see if you can track down some birthday cake or moon mist flavours. Until next time!” As the world dissolved around him, Dipper thought about what Mabel would say about this.
Designated Demon
Cassie
didn’t much care for getting drunk. She didn’t like lowering her
inhibitions that much. Lowering her inhibitions – although it had been
more desperation at the time – was what had led her to summoning a demon
for help with her math homework.Admittedly,
that had worked out just fine, but he’d lectured her enough about it
for Cassie to know all the ways it could have gone wrong.Still,
Eric had promised, cross his heart and hope to die, that he was going
to be the designated driver tonight, and she trusted everyone at this
party, so what was the harm in indulging a little for once, right?As
it turned out…she really needed to find someone else to be designated
driver from now on, as Eric grinned sloppily at her and her friends.“Eric, you promised,” Justin groaned, his words more than a little slurred, and Eric grinned back, still unrepentant.
“I’m a miserable liar,” he agreed, slurred and drunken.
Cray
Be careful what you say-say, or people will think you’re cray-cray. Too bad Dipper doesn’t have a choice.
okay I couldn’t decide between “did you think I forgot?” and “and slowly… I was forgotten” please choose for me
my ask box ended up deciding since the unused one’s in there, heres “did you think I forgot?”
Alcor
was having a bad run. That’s what the worlds leading demonology
experts said at least. From where Dipper stood, he could have sworn
it was humans having the bad run. So often lately he’d been summoned
by hateful people. Violent, zealous cults. Abusers. Murderers. It was
sickening. He felt the pull of a summon and followed it.“W̵ho̧
͡ḑar͝e̴s ͟su̡m͝m͘o̕n ̛Ā̶l̈̐ͧ͠c͞oͧͭ͐r̿͠ ́the͞
̴Dͩr̊͞e̢ͥà̊̅ͭ̅͡mͧ̆̓͂ͤ̑b̀e̔̈͒̎̑n͞d̂͗ͮe̒r͂?”
Dipper roared, with his usual fanfare.“Me,”
A small voice squeaked. Dipper looked down at the little girl in
front of him. She couldn’t be more than six by the looks of her.
Dipper looked around, trying to find the foolish summoner who would
sacrifice this child to him. There was nobody else in the room. The
very pink, cute room. He looked back at the girl. “I summoned you!”“Why
would you do that,” Dipper asked, anger mixing with concern in his
voice. Fury was bubbling in his chest. What careless parents this
girl must have to lead her to this.“’Cause
I know you used to be nice,” She replied with childlike simplicity.
Dipper stared at her, bewildered. “Mom said so.”“Your
mother told you I was nice?” Dipper questioned, starting to
literally fume. Careless indeed!“Yes,”
The girl said. “Aria Mati. She said you used to help her,
sometimes.”“Aria…”
Dipper trailed off, trying to remember who that was. Cassie. Well,
not Cassie, but the latest reincarnation of her. “Aria had a
child?” The girl nodded, and smiled. Dipper pulled his legs up to
hover cross legged. Maybe he could humour this girl. “What is it
you have summoned me for?”“I
heard that you’ve been sad lately,” The girl said. Dipper blinked.
“So I want you to remember how to be happy.” There was a heavy
pause.“You…
Did you,” Dipper started, in a strangled voice. “Did you think I
forgot? Forgot how to be happy?”“Maybe?”
She said. The was a small pause, and then Dipper snorted. It wasn’t
long before he was howling with laughter, leaning back in the air
with a hand on his forehead. If he’d actually needed air to survive
he might have passed out.“Okay,”
He laughed, taking a deep breath to try and even out his voice. “I
promise I haven’t forgotten, but kid, you really shouldn’t summon a
demon for such a silly reason. It’s dangerous, and your mother really
ought’ve told you so.”“Sorry.”
The girl said.“I’ll
let you off with a warning,” Dipper said, regaining his composure.
“But I don’t want to hear from you again.” The girl nodded, her
face as serious as a six year old could get. Dipper retreated back to
the mindscape, grinning from ear to ear.He’d
needed that.
Cassie and the Demon’s Mark
Cassie had been summoning Alcor the Dreambender for help with schoolwork for a year, before expanding her summonses to include both schoolwork and just to hang out for a second year. Sometime during the third year, she was granted his proper name, alongside the end of the lectures on summoning demons and a good measure of trust going both ways.
A few summonses after that, Dipper paused in the middle of a giggle fest to look at Cassie strangely.
Leaning forward, he brushed a kiss across her forehead. Her hand flew up to cover the spot, which had tingled for a second, and she gave him a look, taken off guard by the surprise affection.
“What was that for?” she demanded. He shrugged, tossing some popcorn at her.
“No reason,” he said airily. “Just…because I could. And because I care.”
Cassie blew a raspberry, throwing popcorn back at Dipper. It started an all out popcorn fight, and the random kiss was forgotten.
Angle of Incidence
My take on Cassie, and what could be going through the mind of someone summoning a demon for math help. AO3 link.
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The worksheet in front of her had nothing added to it besides a messily written “Cassie”. She had understood how all the angles related to each other earlier, when the teacher had explained it, but the combination of time passing and no sleep had caused any understanding that she’d had to evacuate from her buzzing head. This wouldn’t concern her too much, but she had a test tomorrow. Well, today technically, but as she hadn’t tried to sleep yet so it was still solidly yesterday in her mind. Not that she would be able to sleep right now, with her heart beating so loud and her head filled with so many thoughts that they just became white noise.
The Man With All the Answers
AN: This is what happens when you pull an all-nighter catching up on homework. Remember to study and do things sooner rather than later. On with the show!
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