Mod K here! I think this is the ficathon link you were talking about! If you have a google account and go to your google sheets, you should be able to find it (as you’ve accessed it before) 🙂Â
Same for the masterlist! But here’s where to find the link on the blog:
I can’t say all the links still work, but that’s something that the mods need to work on!
Hey everyone! Happy Birthday Transcendence AU! I remember when you were just a little one month old baby, oh how time flies!Â
Well, its a couple days late, but every single one of you enabled me!
If any of you notice that the dates or time frames don’t match up with our canon, then let me know and I’ll work on correcting it.
And without further ado, I give to you the Presidential Election of 2084!Summary:Â Brian the Organ Duck runs for president of the united states.
Several new supreme court cases are poofed into existence and a summoning incantation is created. AO3
I’m a bit late for the ficathon, so I decided to transform my original one-shot into a three chaptered fic! Here’s a sneak peak.
Thomas might have had a Phd in demonology, but that didn’t mean that he was an expert on all things supernatural.  He knew a basic background on the creatures that parents told their children, “Don’t stand in an open field alone, or  the slenderman will kidnap you, and don’t summon demons, they are really dangerous.”
He might’ve ignored that last one.
What Thomas was educated on certainly did not include Werespiders (arachid-weres? Spiderweres? Werearachne?) and their weaknesses.Â
It was all Tyrone’s fault anyway. If he didn’t offer to go to this stupid tourist trap in the woods for “nostalogic purposes,” Maria would never be missing. Eddy and Brad wouldn’t be being held captive, and Tyrone might not have had a mental breakdown.
And Thomas might’ve had a chance of survival.
LET’S LIVEN THINGS UP A LITTLE – A Demonic Brainweird Playlist
A fast, aggressively upbeat playlist about being a demon and throwing a party.I made this for this mix for the TAUniversary after an inadvisable adventure with caffeine but couldn’t post it until today because I was also using it for a game with some friends where it had to be a secret.
The cover art says it all, really.
Tracklist below the cut
Happy 2nd birthday, TAU! And me only a day late with my fic, yay!
This is from the prompt “Mark and Anna try.“ Minor spoiler warning for Journal #3 (really just Dipper’s real name being used by someone who didn’t know him and wouldn’t be aware of his preference).
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Anna Pines was in the living room balancing her checkbook when she heard the front door open.
Technically, she’d already worked out finances for the month – she liked to keep on top of these things – and had already double-checked the whole thing yesterday, so this was a bit obsessive even for her. But about an hour ago a breaking news article had popped up on her web feed, showing images of a family of tourists that had been discovered turned to stone outside Mt. Rushmore (a gorgon was suspected), and, well…suddenly she’d found the need for some nice, distracting busy work.
It was around the time Mabel usually got home from school, so the door opening didn’t raise any red flags in Anna’s head. What did register was the sound of her teenage daughter stomping up the stairs without even calling a greeting, followed by the understated, I am a blossoming young woman and do not throw childish tantrums I simply desire the world to know that I have beef with it, not-quite-slamming of Mabel’s bedroom door.
Anna sighed, tapping her pen compulsively against the table as she began the usual mental debate of whether to go up and try to find out what was wrong, or just assume that Mabel needed some alone time.
Probably not actually alone, of course; if she was upset Dipper would probably be with her. He usually went to and from school with his sister, or so Mabel assured them. (And so Anna gathered from the multiple well-meaning teachers and counselors who asked in concerned whispers if she and Mark were getting their daughter therapy or grief counseling, citing incidents of conversations with thin air and defiant insistences that the empty seat next to her was taken.)
Coming to a decision, Anna determinedly set down her checkbook and pen and headed upstairs, steeling herself and hoping that she wasn’t about to make things worse.
Dipper couldn’t say how long he knelt there, unable to move, trapped by fear for the souls he cared most about in the world. It didn’t matter that most of them didn’t know yet how important they were to him, what mattered was that they were in danger, and he didn’t know where they were, how to find them, and there was no one who could help him.
A small part of Dipper knew he was overreacting just a bit, that the Dinner Crew would help him, even if he had been acting more demonic far too recently, Lucy Ann would have made sure they knew he was in his right mind again, and now that she…that even she had been taken, they’d help him to help her.
He wasn’t alone in this, he did have allies.
But most of him was hyperventilating, an action useless to a demon but still happening, blind panic taking over as frantic pulls to his link to Mizar proved that she was blocked from him.
Dipper shot to his feet, pacing in Catherine’s room, hands digging though his hair as he muttered to himself.
With a spin that made his coat tails flare and dance, Dipper summoned up a cork board, pins, paper, pens, and strings. He stared the board down for a few seconds, head low and teeth bared in a mockery of a smile, before his hands started moving at inhuman speeds.
He was going to find each and every one of his symbols, no matter what it took.
He’d tried the demon way. Now it was time to try his way.
A quick fic for the Transcendence AU ficathon! Happy Birthday! (i’m not late why would you say that) Inspriation from this fic and this prompt.Â
They had all watched over Nara’s ritual with care and with grief. This new humanity’s final act of magic would sever the world in two as no place in this universe had ever been segregated before. Many among their number had tried to warn her that what good might come from such an act might prove to be less than the harm it produced. But she had always been gifted in convincing magic to do as she desired and so the moment her heart was truly set on dividing humankind and the supernatural, they could simply no longer reach her. Many had tried but with the boundary wall growing each day she researched and tested her spell, neither angel nor demon could reach out from the mindscape. Even their most powerful were helpless to stop her.
For the Transcendence Ficathon! Happy Second Anniversary!
Prompt- Dipper’s First Deal
Demonhood came with grief, new body parts, and all kinds of
fun surprises.One of those was being pulled across the world, trapped in
some kind of strange magical circle, surrounded by creepy robbed strangers.Just another exciting new activity to figure out how it
would work into his life now. Although perhaps ritual would be the better word
for what was going on now.
I meant to have this done and up by the AU’s actual anniversary. *cries* Anyway, I need to fill in some parts here and there and find the other parts scattered across my devices. Here’s a taste. The rest will be up by maybe next Friday? To sum this fic up in two words: Birthday fic.
Gah! I meant to post this and another fic during the ficathon. Since pieces of this fic are scattered across my devices, here’s a preview for now so I can say I posted something during the ficathon. The rest should be up by tomorrow.
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