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Rising Stars

theitalianscribe:

Guyyssss, Transcendence plays. The niblets get involved in their school’s production, which is a bit more accurate. Acacia and Willow both try out for Alcor, but Willow gets the role. Instead, Acacia plays a humanized Bill (she gets to wear an eye patch), who the Pines may or may not have added to the script. Hank works backstage and is so good at rounding everyone up that he ends up being the unofficial sub-director. Much to the teacher involved’s pleaure and dismay, the rest of the family offers to help. Mabel voulenteers for costumes (and uses Henry as a coat rack) while Dipper exchanges some snacks (from the consession stand or a bake sale) to add a little magic to the special effects.

(If you want to use this as a prompt, I’d be super excited to read it. I may write snippets of the script or write this myself, but feel free to do what you want with this.)

In FWTB, what happens to dippers relationship with his parents? I mean it was already stressed with him being a demon and all, but with Mabel dead…

A relationship that is already strained at times in the regular AU becomes…somewhat worse in Friends With Tax Benefits. 

Especially since Mark and Anna are not stupid and can recognize who this “Tyrone Cypress” is from a mile off. Not to mention Henry can’t exactly hide the fact that he got legally married to someone.

Things come to a head about three months after Dipper and Henry get married, when the kids are about one, and Mark and Anna pay a surprise visit, ostensibly to see the triplets.  

Dinner is already awkward enough but then the accusations come. That Henry is spitting on the memory of his wife, of their daughter. That Dipper shouldn’t be within five hundred miles of infants.

That Dipper wanted Henry this whole time, and didn’t have a problem taking ‘care’ of Mabel to get who he wanted and-

This may or may not be when Henry stands up and breaks Mark’s nose. 

Mark and Anna eventually try to gain custody of the kids, but luckily fail as the children are obviously well cared for and loved, not to mention they can’t really a good reason as to why Tyrone shouldn’t be trusted. For some reason, they cant exactly whip out “Tyrone is our long thought dead son who’s now a demon.”

Needless to say, after those two incidents, Henry and Dipper break off all contact with Mark and Anna.

Dipper and Stan are devastated. Dipper because they were still his parents, he still loves them, but what they accused him of doing to Mabel, to Mabel…well. He can’t forgive them, even though part of him can’t help but want to. As for Stan, Mark is one of his last links to his brother, and to see him acting so callously leaves him heartbroken. Though this being Stan, he wouldn’t quite put it in those terms.

Mark and Anna may be plagued with dreams for the rest of their lives of what could have been, what they could have had with their grandchildren, but do not.

Transcendence AU Haiku’s 1/?

miz-loran:

Starry skies at
night
twinkle for the god of dreams
over his lifetime

Stars living on
earth
Antlers blooming bright again
fiery souls stay strong

A shooting star
falls
leaving her brother behind
the pine tree to watch

His sister falls down
but
will rise anew next life
to see her twin star

Protector of kids,
slayer
of cults, known to some
as the great Aldork

Dying Ancient One,
you
finally go to sleep
to wake with your twin

Quadruple system
triplets
watched by mother,
the shining Mizar

Alcor on dipnip
purring
loudly on Henry
and drooling a bit

The reborn demon
now
made out of flesh and bone
gone the triangle

Memories coming
haunting,
taunting the lone boy
of a dark past life

Here is the first batch of
Haiku’s for the Transcendence AU, that no one ever asked for.
Especially not me. I have nearly enough for a second batch, but I am
open for suggestions about characters, scenes or some events that you
think it would be cool if they got at least one Haiku.

I will post
them in the order how I wrote them down, so everything will be pretty
random. Their will be also everything from extremely cute to
heartbreaking sad and every batch will have 10 Haiku’s.

Everyone in the
Transcendence AU fandom is also free to use these to illustrate them
or use them in there art, just please credit me if you want to do
that.

(Oh boy, I haven’t written
a Haiku in at least one and a half year and this is also the first
time that they’re not in my mother language – german btw. So, if
anything seems off in them it would be really nice if anyone would
tell me. So I can fix it.)

theitalianscribe:

I just had an idea for a Live Action Transcendence AU movie. It starts with a group of friends (somewhere between High School and College age) drawing a summoning circle. The circle and chant aren’t shown. They exchange an old keepsake for the demon to, “show us a fun night,” but things go awry. One by one, the friends are dragged away. The last two left tell each other, “I’m goona miss you,” before disappearing in a swirl of black smoke. The screen goes to first person view and uses the open-eye effect to show a bright room filled with snacks, games, and other party supplies. In the room are all the other friends, along with one more person: a male around the group’s age with brown hair, gold eyes, and a suit (or shorts, a red shirt, a blue vest, and a trucker hat.) The new person waves for them to join them. To portray two characters sharing a look, the screen pans to the other last person “caught” and back at the new person. After they join their group, the new person explains that this is part of the “fun night” they asked for and the others part was him bringing them there. It could end with him saying, “By the way, I’m Alcor,” but I’m not sure. Also, there is a subplot about the group splitting apart/moving away.

litadel:

Michael’s guide to demonic best friends
Chapter 1: Kitchen Safety 101
——————————————————————————

Michael’s trying really, really hard not to hold the whole demon thing against Dipper but the guy doesn’t exactly make it easy.

I based this on the idea that Michael would take up baking as a way to provide sacrifices for Dipper (his new adoptive Mom had been teaching him a few family recipes and besides, handing over a bunch of cookies for a deal was better than losing his soul, right?). Of course, his attempt to make a compromise would entirely backfire and the poor kid inadvertently discovers his friend’s history with cutlery and self inflicted pain.

Michael wards the cutlery drawer after that.

Anonymous asked: Outside Thorn and Flame, and knowing she’s R!Gideon, can we get a small bio about Enna? And maybe her final thoughts?

Ask and ye shall receive. (Sorry this turned out way longer than I expected.)

Enna is from a hugely religious family. Kind of to the point of being fanatical, really. That guy who kidnapped Max and Journey in AfterMax? Yeah, he was an uncle or cousin – this is how he got involved so easily, and also how Enna was still involved with the group in Thorn and Flame (yes, it was the same one, and clearly it is a large group if they keep managing to survive with such reduced numbers). Anyway, Enna is most likely an only child – or, if she does have any siblings, they’re probably about fifteen years younger than her. While her parents spoiled her, they were also fairly strict. She grew up with the family’s extreme views, and for the most part she was content to not question them.

As a child she heard stories of her relatives taking down demons and other unsavory creatures, and she dreamed of having stories told about herself one day. She took to demonology with incredible passion, and her parents only ever encouraged her studies, even at the cost of other (healthier) extracurricular activities. She won a scholarship for CalMag, and began attending almost immediately after finishing high school.

She didn’t have many friends when she was a kid, unless you count numerous cousins. She was sort of a popular girl in high school, but only because of her looks and her skills – she certainly didn’t have any true friends during those school years, since not many people could tolerate her holier-than-thou attitude. At CalMag she tried a little harder to have friends, although she may have been motivated more by the thought that she needed to have a network of allies and informants. But then late in her second year she was dragged to a party where she met Max, and she found herself drawn to him for no discernible reason. His views were completely different from hers, he was hopelessly uninformed about anything to do with demons and their ilk, and he just generally seemed like a blank slate kind of guy. Still, when she heard that he needed a roommate she jumped at the chance to move in with him (as casually as she could, of course).

After that scare with Alcor, and the thought that Max might actually be dealing with such a powerful demon, she panicked. Everything else about him she could tolerate, but not this. But then she had some time to collect her thoughts, and she regretted moving out as quickly as she did. Clearly Max had to be under the demon’s influence, through no fault of his own. She called in the family, and asked for a favor. When everyone involved died horribly at Alcor’s hands, and Max continued attending his classes as if nothing had happened, Enna realized she needed a better plan. It turned out one branch of the family already had something in the works for Alcor, and her motives offered them the bait they needed for their trap. Every step of the plan proceeded perfectly…until the end.

When Max called himself Mizar, with the burning hatred in his eyes matching the literal flames that covered him, Enna’s thoughts included the feeling of betrayal, crippling failure, and fear like she’d never known before. In that moment, without an opportunity for her conditioned logic to take over, she was utterly convinced that Max wasn’t and never had been human, and that he really must be Alcor’s twin (she also didn’t have time to question Mizar’s gender or motives). She knew the legends of Mizar, and realized fully that she was taking her last breaths. The last thing to pass through her mind was regret.

age: 22 (birthday May 26)
hair: white-blonde, long, slightly wavy; usually held back in a loose ponytail, sometimes braided
eyes: hazel
skin: fair
body: 4’8", slim
clothing: nice shirts and blazers, snug jeans, various shoes, necklaces and bracelets, a family ring

Lordly’s Transcendental Limerick Funtime

There once was a demon named Dipper

Who’s sis was incredibly chipper

Their relation mistook

then ensconced in a book

Forevermore fuel for the shippers

The general problem with cults

Is that they’re typically full up with dolts

That don’t know kid sacrifice

is not very nice

and oft causes Alcor assaults

There is a newsreader named Lars

Who oft brunches with movie stars

though those with he does chatter

think his oddly themed patter

makes him sound truly bizarre

There was a young girl named Cass

Who needed some help with a class

“WHO DARES” came the roar

“TO SUMMON ALCOR”

“Me, I need help with my maths”

There were times when Dipper forgot himself. Times when
Dipper disappeared altogether and only Alcor, only a demon, remained.

Decades where all he knew was the feast of souls, the taste
of blood, the rending of flesh, and everything else was a blur, a fuzzy cloud,
tiny ant like things that had no meaning at all.

Just as Dipper eventually snapped, and lost his sanity for a
time, so too did Alcor eventually come back to himself.

Yet even in the throes of madness, there was one constant in
his life, and that was to watch out for the little ones.

Sometimes the little ones didn’t seem to appreciate the
gifts he brought them; candy that screamed, birds that were inside out, the One
Ring Pop of Power. And often they would cower away in fear when he came, fire
and fang and claw and void.

But he would never, ever hurt them. If there was one thing
he always remembered, it was to watch and take care of the children.

Children that were offered to him he sheltered under his
wings even as he rained death upon those who would dare to hurt the small.

Running across infants during his business and stopping to
coo at them, or bestow a small blessing upon them or rock them gently to sleep
(and didn’t this soul with the horns look familiar for some reason? Ah well.)

Leading kids from houses filled with pain and torment to a
better place, a place that was rickety and drafty and had an odd sign on the
roof but yet was filled with love (and the less said about what he did to those
parents who deigned to hurt their children, the better.)

Finding children who had lost their way, be it in the woods
or in the deeps of the city, and showing them the way home, with a warning that
not everyone would be so helpful.

Helping the tiny, the helpless, the young, and wondering
afterwards why his mind was filled with images of three equally small and
helpless children topped with curly red hair.

(When he came back to himself one time, Dipper found that he
had gained a reputation as a protector of children.

He could live with that.)