Man, I love the idea of expressing a character’s personality through association with an animal, and I love the things you can do with an associated animal that’s also that character’s soul, but I definitely feel some sort of way about daemons settling, and it’s occurring to me just now that I also feel some sort of way about the idea that settled adults can safely be severed from their daemons with no ill effects save for docility and compliance, while it literally kills children. You are not nearly so subtle as I thought you at age twelve, Mr. Pullman. (Then again, at age twelve, I completely failed to recognise any sort of religious allegory in the Chronicles of Narnia, so maybe I was just a particularly obtuse little kid.)
Rosa’s daemon is a satinette pigeon named Queenie. Sun-mi’s is a magpie that she calls Hildegard, mostly because she can. She has another name, but Sun-mi doesn’t like to share it. (When she was born, they thought she was one of those rare people whose daemon was the same sex as they were. They were right, but not in the way they expected.)
Mira’s daemon, to her endless amusement and frustration, is a rabbit – but not just any rabbit, one of those enormous rabbits that weighs as much as a person. She calls him Flopsy.
Bob’s real name is Metallah. Ian used to not use it because it was a mouthful and he likes to tease her (as she likes to tease him right back). Now, he doesn’t use it because of Connotations. And because it’s a mouthful. Besides, Bob is just such a Bob.
Alcor doesn’t have one.
It occurs to me that I had three out of four of these people rename their own daemons (and Rosa’s is debatable).
I stand by that, I think, especially for RB. If anyone is going to name your literal soul, it should be you.
Tag: gideon
Random headcanon/idea: Gideon escapes from prison (or is released, whichever you prefer) and fights alongside Dipper, Mabel, and the others, and earns back the trust of the town as a war hero, even though he heavily exaggerated his role in containing Bill Cipher, and that pisses Dipper off to no fucking end. 10 years later, Gideon runs for mayor. Mabel tells everyone how terrible of an idea it is to vote for him, but the townsfolk never could resist Gideon’s charisma/babyface and vote him in.
Who wouldn’t throw all their eagle-attracting birdseed at that face?
What Friends Are For
Something that probably happens a little after the events of Reincarnation Blues. Thanks as always to @seiya234 for fact-checking, beta-reading, and cheerleading!
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The sound of a sharp rap on the apartment door broke Ian out of his stupor. He grabbed the remote, stabbing vaguely at the buttons as the light from the television flickered mutely over the living room floor. When had it gotten so dark?
He must have found the right button, because the prerecorded laugh track froze along with the action. Fake smiles strained across virtual actors’ faces for an instant before Ian switched to the channel for the peephole, his heart hammering like a fist beating against his ribcage from inside. The world that had faded to a dull background roar suddenly seemed sharp-edged and too full of shadows. It wasn’t – but it could be – he still had – dreams, fragments – and if Alcor had missed something in his head, then couldn’t somone else’s have been missed altogether, couldn’t someone else have put the pieces together and realised –
But it wasn’t a government agent whose unimpressed face stared back at Ian from the peephole camera feed. A jolt tore through him, like a full body scare chord, when Rosa pursed her lips and said directly into the camera, “Beale?”
“Don’t call me that,” Ian snapped, before realising she couldn’t hear him.
Rosa went on talking, her face distorted slightly by the fishbowl lens. “Mira says you ain’t been takin’ your meds.”
Agh, public computer,too lazy to log on. This is deicidalfae though. I want some Gideon redemption fics! I’ve always liked him in the show, and he ends up almost an okay guy by the end. But in this AU, his reincarnations can be fine but he’s always an asshole, and any fics mentioning him have him just kind of die. I especially like the idea of Jeremiah helping him redeem himself, but that’s not my character so IDK.
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Gideon, in TAU fics, tends to be portrayed as his selfish obnoxious possessive jerk, but there was a redemption arc going on so…weird “uncle” Gideon!!! Gideon, who’s still a bit creepy with Mabel but he’s learning. Gideon, who envies Henry but absolutely ADORES the triplets. Gideon, who’s scared af of Alcor but at the same time he’s kinda interested in the fact that Dipper became a demon. Gideon, a tv Supernatural preacher who ends up doing anti Pro-Nat propaganda.
Bonus points if he stays friends with the prison thugs and the children have slightly unnerving bodyguards on the playground. Dipper points out that they don’t really need it with him on watch but Gideon insists.
They settle late. Ian’s already fourteen, already old enough to understand what love is, what loss is. Bob (no one calls her by her full name, not when Ian doesn’t) ends up small and soft, pink and sweet and smiling, with stubby soft fingers and bright frills, nothing at all like the ball of spikes Ian feels like he’s swallowed.
It’s just over ten years later when she settles again – ten, eleven years and a bullet in the shoulder and a circle that shreds them to bits, turns them inside out, turns her into something Ian wouldn’t have recognised if he’d even been able to recognise himself –
She’s unsettled when he wakes up in a hospital bed with darkness where his right eye should be, soft and warm with fur like if kittens and dreams had a baby curled around his neck, fangs and spines and armoured scales when Rosa and her Queenie come calling, a fat warm armful when he and Mira finally get a chance to touch.
It takes about a week for them to decide they can’t keep this up. It doesn’t…hurt, exactly, but adults aren’t meant to be unsettled like this, aren’t meant to shift and change like this. Sooner or later, they have to grit their teeth and let the chips fall.
Bob’s the ugliest ginger tabby when Ian wakes up with a ball of gold in his skull in place of an eye. She’s one-eyed to mirror him, missing a chunk of an ear and patches of fur where the lines of scar tissue rope across her belly and her back. And the ugliest ginger tabby she stays, dream-soft despite her mangy appearance, her needle fangs and claws staying hidden under soft pink toes and a smile. The ugliest ginger tabby she stays, ordinary, unassuming, a little smug. Settled.
(They both know – they both can’t stop knowing – that she doesn’t have to be.)
@ghostlyvolatile asked for something Mabel for the secret santa, so have a comic about Mabel’s various romantic plights!
My @transcendence-au secret santa gift for @hashtagraptorsquad! You wanted Transcendence Star Wars, you got it! I hope this is what you were looking for. :33
(We have Alcor as Luke, Mabel as Leia, Henry as Han, Ian as Obi-Wan, Gideon as Tarkin, Torako as C-3PO, Bentley as R2-D2, and Bill as Vader)
Lending a Hand with the Ambiance Man
For @sophiacrutchfeild! They asked for:
- Pacifica or Robbie.
- A Henry reincarnation becoming the Woodsman for the first time.
- A Mizar with the sight.
- And a Mizar going on a bad date with R!Gideon.
Being the sort of person I am I tried to get all the points in one.
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Her Ambiance was acting up but Amanda still had a good feeling about tonight.
“You’re the only person I know who’d sneak out to go to a classical music concert,” said Senica.
She crumped her program in her lap. “Grandma knows I’m with you. She’s just fuzzy on the details of where.”
It was a lovely where. Each sound was carried in all directions and the angels painted on the ceiling seemed to be twisting themselves down to the audience, desperate to hear more. Still Seneca teased. “I don’t think your Grandma would be happy to know you’re out on a school night to see a bo-oy-”
“Shh!” Amanda bopped her bestie on the nose. “I am totally here for the art.”
Before Senica could blow a raspberry back the lights dimmed and the duo was left in a loop of ‘shh’, ‘you shush’, and then finally the show began with a booming voice in everyone’s ears. With the lightest touch of Magic the words flitted across her eyelids as well.
“Introducing… for one night only… the great, the stupendous, prodigy… BOYCE BONIFACE.”
The singular spotlight illuminated a boy in a light blue tuxedo. He bowed in either direction before bringing the violin to his chin with a wicked grin.
A select few villians, because why not.
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