I love the fact that Henry’s antlers grow fruit and hold hands, but every 1 in a million fruits at least would have a bone or tooth or fake fingernail in it. They’re so close. It’s bound to happen.

Dipper randomly plucks an occasional Apple from Henry’s antlers.

Henry doesn’t think much of it; there’s so many apples he grows and when his antlers are visible the kids and Mabel and Stan do the same.

In the other room, in the Mindscape, anywhere away from Henry, Dipper takes a bite.

Human teeth, simultaneously rock hard yet so delicate, crunch like candy under his fangs. Or the apple where the skin hid flesh like razors, made up as it was from the nail clippings of every finger from Henry’s antlers. A bite and instead of firm fruit Dipper encounters the sweet meaty goo of bone marrow, the Apple quickly losing its shape as it spills out from the rupture made by Dipper’s fangs.

These are Dipper’s favorite apples, the fruit nourishing him almost as well as any soul.

(Dipper hates these more than anything else in the world, another reminder of what he had done to his brother.)

dipper on dipnip constantly wanting outside. then back inside. then back outside. scratching the door, despite being perfectly capable of going himself. henry holding a door open for 5 minutes while dipper just stares out but starts whining when the door starts closing. asshole demon cat. (dont tell me i cant send asks to my own blog, fight me)

Henry looked up.

Dipper was looking at the back door and moaning piteously.

“Dipper no.”

Another sad, long, drawn out moan.

“Dipper you’re a grown man with three niblings.” Henry paused. “Also you’re a literal demon and could phase through that.”

Snuffling noises were now added, little whines too.

Henry didn’t quite throw down his newspaper, but it was close.

“Fine.”

He got up, opened the back door, and let his brother in law out.

No sooner than he had closed the back door did massive, blown golden pupil eyes begin to look at him pleadingly, the owner of them asking why Henry was so cruel, so mean as to force Dipper out into the warm.

Henry couldn’t hold back the groan that tore from his throat.

From the perspective of one of the normal people in this world…

Alcor is really weird when you think about it? Like, he’s a demon, they con people and kill things and like chaos and the taste of humans and are scary powerful and Alcor’s the most powerful and he can take over the world if he wanted to… he can terrify the crap out of people in one moment and that’s what people sort of expect of him, he’s the image of the devil, the darkest of the dark.

Heck, with the amount of times he gets summoned despite how dangerous it is, despite the whispers of evil and blood and power… I guess people can expect that because they know so little about him–everyone who does know anything about him is something gleaned from a book, a single page or something in a journal… rumors on the internet about something bloody that happened but no one knowing why or what did it… (It’s kind of hard to spread the word of DO NOT USE HUMAN SACRIFICES when he keeps taking out literally every single cult who does, isn’t it? How the heck do the people in the dark even find out he doesn’t like human sacrifices when there’s no one to tell that except the former sacrifices? If they were even lucky enough to survive, at least… but would anyone believe them? Is that why people still do it?) Really for all anyone knows, the people who summoned this all-powerful demon and didn’t make it out alive could have just gotten screwed over particularly badly–so maybe that’s why some cults still use human sacrifices, huh? They must think he likes it, given the bodies found at the scenes sometimes…

But isn’t that the weird part? Unlike other demons, he doesn’t like or want human sacrifices, and actually despite all the death and whatever of cultists who summon him, there seem to be rumors floating around about someone actually getting a fair deal out of that demon. Demon’s don’t do fair, so why does he? What does he gain from it? Why do some people get out alive, and say he was actually pretty nice? Why is he nice at all? That is not a word you use on demons. Really. (Except for Alcor, apparently.)

People expect Alcor to be tricky and cunning and maybe the niceness is a lie, but then ten years down the line and someone’s life is still theirs, and there are no hellhounds on their heels coming to collect for some debt they owe him or something (or eldritch sheep, I guess, in this case? The sheep–and the bunny and the answering machine and so on–are all completely different matters though, so I won’t go on that tangent). Alcor is fair and honest and that’s weird for a demon, but his body count is infinite and no one knows why he goes from nice and generally approachable to murderous beast in strange cycles. (Though if some people stopped to think about the pattern of those summoners who walked away alive and better off than they were before just like they wanted, they might realize that all of those people didn’t ask him to hurt others. Alcor doesn’t like human sacrifices, and apparently doesn’t like death at all–except when it comes to those who deserve it… they’re gonna get as much as they gave.)

He’s almost godlike, so why use his power to mess with his summoners instead of actually appearing terrifyingly void and monstrous and made out of the stuff of nightmares? He’s the literal embodiment of nightmares, of dreams and and chaos and fear itself. Literally born out of chaos, actually, considering how exactly the Transcendence happened, but I doubt the general public actually knows that (or very few do). He’s power in a physical (metaphysical?) form and yet he shows up at summons looking 12 years old, or as a floating star with one eye, or an old man a fox a bundle of sweaters or heck even in a dress, and he does this purely for the sake of freaking people out despite how silly it looks sometimes. (He does this to cults, but when it’s one person or when kids are involved, does he use a more friendly form? Or does his form at his entrance depend on the intent of the summons? There doesn’t seem to be a consistency to that, though…)

He can destroy the world in an instant, so why hasn’t he? Why is this practically omnipotent demon just… hanging around? Why does he like humans, and why does take after humans? (He’s noticeably the only demon to do that consistently. Others are more like the stuff you’d expect from Alcor than Alcor himself.) Why go easy on kids, why take candy and ice cream for sacrifices? (And if someone who might look up Alcor on the internet and discovers this, I can see why it might be hard to believe considering his track record. Really, only the big blood explosive stuff gets on the news–you don’t really hear much about some girl who needed help with math homework, or the like.) How does taking sweets for sacrifices even work, is it just because he’s so powerful he doesn’t need blood sacrifices to stay strong or corporeal, and sweets are just a guilty pleasure for this weird demon? How did he even get so powerful, if that’s all he takes? (And for that matter… is he still getting more powerful?)

There are so many questions a stranger could ask, and maybe depending on who they ask they get two completely different answers. Or he might be the unexpected solution to a problem you didn’t even think he would help you with but a friend suggested you summon him so why not and–wow it worked? Just… Alcor is weird. It’s great but it’s confusing and I guess I can see why even the people with nicer intentions are hesitant to summon him–you never know when he’s on a bad run, after all.

Seriously, between disgust at the trail of blood and guts he left behind him, and the wonder at the gentle way he handles kids, it’s really hard to decide if he’s fearsome or awesome. When you know about both sides, when you hear about both sides… does the darkness taint the light? Does the good things he does in small amounts outweigh the numerous sins? If you knew him as a friend, would you also know him as an enemy to be wary of? Do you think his intentions are good, even if it means murdering a cult? Or is murder still murder regardless of why he did it–and would that be reason to stay away from him? Do you think he’s good despite all the bad things he’s done, and maybe that’s why you’d take a chance and summon him? Is it worth the risk, if he isn’t as good as you think he is–he should be rightfully feared, and sometimes he does like the chaos and violence and he relishes in causing it–is he still good then?

Alcor is weird, and I must wonder about his summoners as well–with how powerful he is, and how small you are… what goes through your head when you think summoning a demon is a good idea? What goes through your head when you think summoning Alcor is a good idea? Just something to ponder about, I guess.

((I don’t know, I was just thinking and rambling and this kind of turned into a personal essay or something, or a fic in the perspective of someone in-universe? Not that it’s much different, I’m kind of new to this and I’m really just… sitting back and think about it in awe. I’d like to think someone in that world would be like this too. Though unlike them, I can probably find the answers to these questions though fic and headcanons ;D I was just posing them for the sake of posing them.))

Enjoy this messy little snippet of thought from a person who has no idea what to think of Alcor at all. ((But I suppose either way I love him though, seriously. ^o^))

alcor is really weird when you think about it? like, he’s a demon, they con people and kill things and like chaos and the taste of humans and are scary powerful and alcor’s the most powerful and he can take over the world if he wanted to… he can terrify the crap out of people in one moment and that’s what people sort of expect of him, he’s the image of the devil, the darkest of the dark.

heck, with the amount of times he gets summoned DESPITE how dangerous it is, despite the whispers of evil and blood and power… i guess people can expect that because they know so little about him–everyone who DOES know anything about him is something gleaned from a book, a single page or something in a journal… rumors on the internet about something bloody that happened but no one knowing why or what did it.. (it’s kind of hard to spread the word of DO NOT USE HUMAN SACRIFICES when he keeps taking out literally every single cult who does, isn’t it? how the heck do the people in the dark even find out he doesn’t like human sacrifices when there’s no one to tell that except the former sacrifices? if they were even lucky enough to survive, at least…) really for all anyone knows, the people who summoned this all-powerful demon and didn’t make it out alive could have just gotten screwed over particularly badly–so i guess that’s why some cults still use human sacrifices, huh? they must think he likes it, given the bodies found at the scene sometimes…

but isn’t that the weird part? unlike other demons, he DOESN’T like or want human sacrifices, and actually despite all the death and whatever of cultists who summon him, there seem to be rumors floating around about someone actually getting a fair deal out of that demon. demon’s don’t DO fair, so why does he? what does he gain from it

why use his power to mess with summoners instead of actually appearing terrifyingly void and monstrous and made out of the stuff of nightmares? he’s the literal embodiment of nightmares, of dreams and and chaos and fear itself. literally born out of chaos, actually, considering how exactly the transcendence happened, but i doubt anyone in-world actually knows that (or very few do).

so why hasn’t he? why is this practically omnipotent demon just… hanging around it? why take after humans? (he’s noticeably the only demon to do that)

Beach summer Fun Buddies

callmegallifreya:

Based on this: http://two-draculas-potter.tumblr.com/post/140467737109/demon-appears-sorcerer-at-last-i-have

Dipper’s next summons goes overboard and it’s a mini indoor beach party with the pina colada song playing over the speakers, plus loads of cultists – in full hooded robes. They have a barbecue set up in one corner and a table laden with various drinks and snacks, the grill supervisor has an apron and toque on with the hooded robe underneath. They are brutally wielding a spatula against scavengers.

Dipper just rolls with it, puts on some dorky slatted shades and takes a bunch of souvenir photos.

He’s got one of a cultist with a pool ring on over the top of the robe, holding a pink fruity drink with the straw disappearing into the hood. They have one of him in a deckchair under a rainbow beach umbrella sipping a mint julep.

(He was less impressed to find that the summoning circle was made by drawing lines in the sand but since they were so nice about the rest of it he didn’t make a fuss. Much.)

Turns out all the hooded people work at either a building supply place or giant superstore, all the stuff is from the shop
They just want it sorted so they all get decent vacation time at the weeks they want and they all make enough hours to qualify for union/insurance stuff

Which according to everone I know in the US really does require some kind of demonic intervention

Dipper/Mabel/Henry: Any stories about when the triplets were really little that you want to share?

tau-cast:

Mabel: OK, STORYTIME! We talked about it and decided there’s three of us and three of them and we’ll each pick one and give a little sample, so I’ve got Acacia. So this one time, we’re in the store and they’re about three years old and Acacia wanted to walk instead of ride in the basket for a while (she was “helping push” the cart). I turn around for one minute, ONE MINUTE, and next thing I know she’s buck naked and is tearing down the aisles screaming like a little banshee. I had Dipper’s help and it still took us twenty minutes to catch her because the little monkey CLIMBED.

Henry: When Hank was five, he spent roughly a year terrified of rabbits because of a nightmare in which they featured and were, to paraphrase to the best of my memory, “big and mean and fluffy.” We had to slowly expose him to rabbits again, starting with merely rabbit-like images and working our way up to the bunny hutch section of his Auntie Grenda’s pet shop.

Dipper: Did you know that certain bubble bath soaps are technically flammable? We do. We found that out the surprising way, back when Willow was just getting the hang of her powers and set everything on fire – her meals, Stan’s bow ties, her blankets, my hair…Anyhow, there we are, bathing triplets peacefully one moment, scooping their soapy little butts out of a blue flaming tub the next. No burns, just one sneeze followed by half a second of heart stopping terror and what turned out to be another half hour of chaos as Acacia decided bath time was over and then escaped…but that’s another thing altogether.

#Mabel: cute embarrasing story!#Henry: poor thing was afraid of bunnies ):#Dipper: one time they aLL GOT SET ON FIRE AND IT WAS HORRIFYING but it was fine @demo-ness

Dipper, what was the first summoning you ever had?

tau-cast:

Deliberate summoning or not?

First time I ever got dragged from one place to another via a circle and whatnot was an accident on the summoners’ parts. They were…god, I don’t know. At least a few years older than me. High Schoolers, maybe college-aged at most. Bunch of idiots messing around with things they didn’t understand, things nobody understood yet. I guess they figured, ‘hey, it’s a Friday night, we’re alone in the house with nothing better to do, magic’s a real thing now, so let’s draw random circle designs on the floor, light up some candles, and recite mumbo-jumbo and see if anything happens!’

Some combination of elements must’ve been just right. I don’t know precisely what was going through their heads at the time or what words they might’ve used or anything. I just know that one moment I was floating around behind Mabel, and the next I was sucked into this darkened room, surrounded by snickering teenagers in bathrobes, and smelling what had to be at least three different scented candles in the slap-dash setup they’d pulled together for their little occult party.

I didn’t make a deal with them. Too much screaming and running away on their part. They’re lucky they didn’t get any other demon, though. I don’t think anyone else would’ve been considerate enough to snuff out the candles they’d kicked over before they could set the entire room on fire.

First deliberate summoning was soon after, when we figured out that Bill’s circle kind of worked for me and Mabel used it to give me a little face-to-face time with Stan and everybody.

Prompt: Dreamers’ Circle

ii-thiscat-ii:

One of Mizar’s reincarnations needs a sham wedding on the fly. So in order to keep up at least some veneer of legitimacy, without any actual legitimacy, they open the directory to “C” for cults, and find the closest openly practicing fringe religious group that will perform weddings.

Of course, they don’t actually tell the folks from the Circle that the wedding is supposed to be a sham. So when the priest, or whatever the circle calls em, shows up Mizar is actually taken aback by how serious and professionally they are taking everything. No mention of aliens, no thinly veiled attempts to solicit donations and no blatant attempts to convert them.

Then they find out that summoning Alcor at the wedding is not done symbolically, and that the priest they just hired is actually going to summon one of the highest of high demons as part of their sham wedding.

They don’t realize this, until the priest is halfway through the summoning.

Regardless of whether or not Alcor was aware of this reincarnation, he certainly didn’t know anything about the wedding until he shows up for the summoning.

XD

Maybe I’ll write this. Maybe someone else will write this. Either way, I want to see it written.

The “priest” of a circle is just called a Ringleader. It… started as a joke.

Bonus points if anyone exclaims the Circle’s eternal complaint at some point: We’re not a cult, dammit!

if the Mizar picked the Circle partially because they accept wows for only a few years and not necessarily for life. (You can never know for sure.)

if Alcor sticks around after the summoning, and if he agrees to just fix the reason they needed a wedding to begin with, basically making the whole thing pointless.

If you’re still doing 3-sentence fic – Belle and Onika on their first date?

marypsue:

A whole year’s worth of plotting, planning, daydreaming, and anticipating had all crumbled in front of Belle’s eyes when Onika, eyes sparkling and wearing a smile to rival the sun, held up her invitation to the finals of the robotics competition she’d entered, with the same date as the night of prom splashed across the bottom of the page; Belle had swallowed her disappointment, though – the girl she’d been planning to ask had just gotten the opportunity of a lifetime, and Belle was going to be at least as excited about it as Onika was, dammit.

She’d agreed to come along mostly to be a good sport, since all her prom night dreams were dashed anyway, but Belle was pleasantly surprised to find that instead of the glorified math class she’d expected, the competition was a series of battles to the death – or at least dismemberment – between bots with cute names and impressive weaponry, and she found herself cheering almost as loud as Onika when her team’s creation won the final bout.

And when Onika turned to face Belle, her eyes shining, and scooped Belle clean off her feet, spinning her around once before planting a huge, deep kiss square on her mouth, Belle had to admit that this was better than any prom night romance she’d been imagining.

Headcannon/Prompt

A small remote town gets a new preacher. A young man who’s so full of fire, brimstone, and hate against the supernatural (and thus a stark contrast to the old man he replaced) that he alienates most of his congregation. Those defecting immediately move to the Temple of Alcor across the street.

The entire Cult of Alcor in this town consists of one recent college graduate, who had been under the blissful misconception his activities were completely secret. That is until a little old lady knocks on his door and asks when the service will be this week, and whether or not she needed to bring a living sacrifice.

Said Cult of Alcor is rather miffed at having half the town invade his cellar every week, and even more-so by the fact that he is apparently expected to give a sermon. Which he basically pulls out of his ass, aided by a few of his demonology textbooks, a thick book on world religions, and an epic fantasy novel talking about Alcor’s supposed battle with Bill Cipher. (Which basically involves him reading out a random section and then rolling with whatever the congregation thinks the “lesson” is.)

In truth, most of what’s going on is simply the folks of the congregation transplanting all the activities they used to do through the church, to the Temple of Alcor (such as it is) E.g., the annual church picnic simply becomes that annual temple picnic, the men’s sewing club moves from the church’s back room to the “temple’s” living room, and the church choir adds a few unholy notes, and a couple of heavy metal albums, to their usual repertoire.

To add insult to injury, folks continue to park their cars in the church’s parking lot.

Alcor only really finds out about any of this, when he is summoned to oversee a wedding ceremony and bless the new couple in unholy matrimony. He is equal parts confused and amused.

HC/Prompt

ii-thiscat-ii:

transcendence-au:

Sometime in the future, an aspiring author writes a book about Bill Cipher and his role in the Transcendence.

Only it is an epic fantasy about the deadly conflict between Bill Cipher and Alcor the Dreambender that spans ten thousand years and cumulates in an epic final battle between the two in the town of Gravity Falls, which inadvertently causes the Transcendence, and ends with Alcor devouring Bill Cipher and absorbing all his power as his own.

It includes such things as a dramatic, romantic sub-plot between Mizar (In this version, Alcor’s half-demon daughter) and the Woodsman (In this version a human soul enslaved and warped by Bill Cipher.) A blood soaked origin story for a character who is in no way based off the infamous demon hunter Wendy Corduroy. Etc. Etc.

It of course is nothing but pure fiction, and too be fair, the author doesn’t claim it to be anything but. However, in several places the story hits uncomfortably close to the truth. For example, one scene has a boy named Tyrone Spruce sacrifice himself to Alcor in order to save his twin sister, (thus giving Alcor the extra power needed to defeat Bill Cipher,) and whom the author admits is very loosely inspired by the story of a boy who was in Gravity Falls visiting his great uncle, and was killed during the Transcendence.

There is a sub-plot about an occultist who runs a tacky tourist trap by day, but a night secretly works to avenge his twin brother who was destroyed by the machinations of Bill Cipher. (The author once visited the Mystery Shack when he was six, and wrote the character in honor of the memory.)

There’s a sub-story of a rich heiress who summons Alcor in order to have him banish a ghost which haunts her family. Alcor agrees, but as price, the Heiress is forced to confront the past crimes of her family and walks away a better person for it.

And so on and so forth.

Dipper is partially uncomfortable about the story which hits very close to home for him, but that part is drowned out by the nerdy part which revels in the story and the demonic part when preens at being the center of the story.

Bonuses:

– If the Author actually read Twin Souls, was disappointed to discover it was a trashy romance, and vowed to do better.

No, but imagine. Dippe gets it, either as a present by someone, or he takes a chance himself because of its great reviews, and he reads it through. Then he reads it through again. Then he just sits down and cherrypicks, finding his favourite passages, favourite descriptions and lines, maybe even underlining things that stuck out to him.

He doesn’t know if he likes it, because sometimes it hurts to read, and some of the details are things that could just be lucky guesses? But it seems too accurate for that. And the author must have done an insane amount of research to get even rumours of some of these stories. The one about the ghost at the Northwest Manor has only been passed down orally for a long while. But the characterization is amazing! And the portrayal of Mizar and Alcor’s relationship, while not exact, is beautiful and sweet, and even the romantic plots of the book are written so he can enjoy them.

Imagine the author, three weeks after the book comes out, still kind of riding the high of how greatly it was recieved. They’re already writing something for what might be another book, and it’s early morning and they’re going downstairs to get a cup of coffee to start the day, and Alcor himself is sitting on their kitchen table!?

And all they can think is, “shit, I’m going to die.”

But then Alcor starts talking? And he just rambles, right? He talks about confusing subplots and great metaphors and unusual characters. He talks about how refreshing it is to see the Woodsman as an actual character, not a mindless beast or a romantic clishé, how beautifully the subplots are tied together over the thousands-year timespan, and about the annoying use of the trope of half-demons, which is of course completely impossible. He points out things the author was worried no one would ever notice, and irregularities even the author’s very thorough editor didn’t manage to catch, and just by listening, the author feels like they can see their own book from a completely new angle.

After a little while, the poor author works up the courage to ask what Alcor is even doing there, and he seems to shake himself back to reality.

“Oh, yeah” he says, and holds out a copy of the book. “I almost forgot. Will you sign my copy?”