Tag: god!alcor

Just a few questions about the other demons: What happened to the demons? How did they die, really? And did any survive long enough to see Alcor become a god? If so what happened if they tried to interact with God!cor?

TAU canon doesn’t have anything set in stone for this right now. There is the thought that things eventually die. Perhaps all those eons of infighting for power, of infrequent births and hostile attitudes, led to a slow decline of their kind. Maybe they got into a final battle of sorts, whether against angels or against other beings entirely. Maybe they all just faded away alone, one by one, until few to none were left. Maybe one or two made it across the gap from the end of one universe into the birth of the new one, or maybe none did.

For the time being, this is fairly open. If anyone is inspired and wants to write something about this, well, prompts are always open.

When I thought about God!Alcor restarting the world, I could only think that his godness ended up with kinda reverse of GF finale? Like, there Dipper says “Ready to head into the unknown?” and Mabel says “Nope. Let’s do it.” and this time it is reverse. Now, it is Mabel who asks him if he is ready to head into the unknown and despite wanting to reincarnate and simply be human again for so long, Dipdops smiles a little and says that he isn’t, knowing he never will be fully ready for this but -p1-

he holds her hand and Mabel just laughs a little heartily and he laughs a little as well in response and pulls the ‘Dipper’ part -his soul- out from his God!cor form and it explodes in a what could be called the next big-bang-ish thing and they are holding hands as a new world starts.

beelieveinfandom:

In celebration of getting my Mizar properly scrolled I think it’s about time to post all my main cast TAU flight rising dragons.

First row is the main trilogy, Alcor, Mizar, and the Woodsman.
Second row is my flock, who I hope to enlarge
Last image is my God!Alcor, wonderful accent via the one and only Mod Z.

So, after reaching the point of “hey now, I’m god!cor, I can kill you before you were b-o-o-o-r-n” does dipper have anything akin to a portable TARDIS? like, a T.A.R.D.I.S. he can pull out of his hat and travel through time with? (Bonus points if he turns his bow-tie red and his hat into a fez when he does this!)

Honestly, even before that point it’s more like “Hey now, I’m god!cor, I can accidentally level a town just by bringing myself onto the material plane somewhere in its vicinity and so I’m going to keep my distance because I can’t risk destroying reincarnated loved ones with a mere sneeze.”

He tries not to mess with the fabric of spacetime for anything less than an emergency, either. He knows how much damage he could do to the universe.

Why is there not a fic about approaching-godmode alcor that *really* wants to enjoy his fav. candies but can’t for the whole /burns to ashes in his mouth/ dealio from last ask?

Probably because there had not been much time for fic writers to get on it at the time of the asking, but hey, you want a fic? Here’s a tiny one:

He knew it was coming. He knew what, and when, and how, and why. He knew many things – too many things, now. It didn’t surprise him, the day a sweet didn’t melt on his tongue so much as burn and blister into charred ash. One final hint of flavor, too brief, and then bitterness filling his mouth.

It was familiar.

He tried to compensate at first. All his old favorites no longer existed save as memories from untold centuries ago. He was already quite practiced at forming them artificially from dreams and wishes, and while it had never been quite the same as the real thing, he had become accustomed to it. Conjured mindscape chocolate had been the best he could get for a long while now.

He knew, as he had known before, that even that wouldn’t last. Dreams made manifest these may have been, but they were still constructed of manufactured molecules, and sooner or later all things burned at his touch.

So he learned to convince himself he did not care. This was just another thing lost to him, and loss was something he was well accustomed to.

(everything that was will be again)

—

“Are you scared?”

Alcor looked up as Lolojna trotted up to him. All around them, the Flock, so large in number now, played for one final time before the end.

The time for bravado, for comforting lies, for lying in general, had passed eons ago, leaving Alcor with only a blunt empty honesty. 

“A tiny bit.” There was still, at the end of all things, a spark of humor, so he added, “Like, five percent scared.”

Lolojna snorted. “You’re just upset that we’ll remember this and you won’t.”

He smiled. She knew him well (as she well should.)

“It’s that too,” he admitted.

She rolled on her back to look at the dead sky above her.

“Well look at it this way, another time another place and we’re going to be in the same position as you.”

He smiled. “From one person at the end to over 50,000…” He thought about it. “That’s going to get kind of cramped.”

—-

everything that was will be again.

He had sent the sheep to sleep when that phrase filtered through his head, uttered by a soul now long dead and asleep as well.

They had gotten it, Alcor thought as he readied himself for his final and most greatest trick, about half right.

It wasn’t that everything repeated itself over and over again. How boring, how terrible that thought was, that nothing ever changed. That no one had a choice.

No. That was a very limited and biased reading of the word ‘be’.

What was to be after all, than life? To live. 

Everything that had been would be again, everything that lived would live again, an endless cycle of darkness and pain, yes, but also of life and joy and light. A great cacophony of souls and stars constantly reinventing themselves, creating and destroying and creating and destroying all over again.

And in this iteration, he would have the honor of closing the door on this universe, and beginning another one. 

Dipper smiled as he placed his hands on his chest, readied the swirling nebula inside of him for explosion.

He couldn’t wait to see Mabel again.