Tag: omg

But more about the apple tree from Henry’s antler fruit: So what if eventually the apples gain a gold-ish color from being exposed to so much magic+the demonic magic they were already made from? At some point someone from outside of Gravity Falls discovers it and all of a sudden there are a bunch of myths like eating the apples grants immortality or wisdom and shit (like the apples in the garden of the hespirides) also they’re really good in pies and eating it also gives u the Sight temporarily

Also Sentient Treehouse because why not (it provides food and shelter for travelers lost in the woods) aND WHAT IF THE APPLE TREE STARTS CROSSBREEDING WITH OTHER FRUIT TREES AND SOON THE WHOLE FOREST IS FULL OF MAGIC FRUIT TREES (also people trying to take cuttings from the magic apple tree but sentient treehouse is like ‘nope’ and the twig goes flying back to where it belongs)

Dipper going to the treehouse later on when Mabel, Henry and the niblings are dead and he’s having an existential crisis and sentient treehouse is just like ‘here have some apple cider with apple pie and lots of candied apple pls don’t cry’

The Beginnings of a Journal

tilukonfdz:

tilukonfdz:

Transcendence Journal? Transcendence Journal. B)

Started working on this more since I’ve had more free time. I don’t plan on writing a lot of it, but doing it in the sort of image format I had here! Most of this will be like that, only small bits will be written out probably. My friend Tori helped me edit this.

I might make a more thorough description of this at some point if anyone wants me to.

Lucian was young when the Transcendence happened, young enough to not be able to remember it happening, just a vague recollection he wasn’t sure was real in the back of his mind. Many odd things started to happen in the world that were still being discovered, or opinions changed on certain matters. The majority of the younger population seemed to accept that this was how things were, since a lot of them grew up with it. Then there was the older generation, the one that didn’t want anything to do with it, and just wished that things would go back to how they used to be.

This was where Lucian found himself, where he was constantly in small arguments with his parents, where he wanted to explore the oddities that now were, while his parents disagreed with his interests in the Transcendence and all that followed. His parents loved him dearly, but just wanted their son to have nothing to do with the strange things that now covered the Earth.

This is when Lucian started to try to researching for things he could go explore himself, away from his parents in Washington. He would spend days holed up in his room or the college campus’ library searching for things nearby he could possibly go and research during the summer, when he wasn’t in classes. Sometimes his few friends would help him when they found time, sometimes they didn’t. He just found it so fascinating that there were things, once considered odd and from a fantasy story, now real.

Lucian found out that there was something odd within the forests of the town of Gravity Falls, Oregon, where the Transcendence had taken place. Not like odd creatures — well, yes, there was that — but a sort of anomaly within the reality of the forests. There was speculation that it could possibly be a plane of existence bleeding into the plane of existence Earth was on. Whatever it was, it interested him, and he soon had his mind set on going and trying to explore the oddity that was hardly mentioned in any books or online research he did.

After saving up for two years the money he was given and money he got from jobs he did, he managed to have enough to be able to travel to Gravity Falls for a summer and do research himself. He had kept an eye on any new happenings, and there wasn’t anything really new on what he had wanted to explore, despite how dangerous it probably was to do. He had his mind set on studying the oddity within the forests of Gravity Falls.

So when the summer had begun he had said farewell to his family and friends, with promises to keep in touch over the summer, however short it would seem, and set off. It would take him a while to get there, but he didn’t mind. He would make sure to enjoy what he was going to do this summer, despite hardly ever spending a summer away from home before.

He found a motel he could stay at for the summer at the edge of town which had its own little kitchen area, so he figured he would be set for the time being. He still had time to figure out exactly what he would do each day he was there since it would take a day or two to arrive, depending on when he left and how fast he drove, but then he also had to get his stuff set up in his room and whatnot. Lucian thought that he would not go to the Library that Gravity Falls had that used to be the Mystery Shack, which most people in the states surrounding Oregon had at least heard of.

So off he would go, to go discover odd, new things that lay in wait to be discovered.

tsuruja:

Your name is Alcor and you live in a world unlike any other, the supernatural is around every corner and in the case of you; you are a real demon due to an incident that started this all called the Transcendence.

Between being summoned by cults, making deals and discovering the world, you seem to still have time for romance.

A girl from the town of Gravity Falls catches your attention. Of course, it’s your sister Mizar. Despite her “name” she’s not a demon like yourself and she will grow old like the rest of humanity.

You grow close to Mizar and perhaps even closer than you would’ve cared for as a human, but as a demon such morals have no place.

One thing is clear.

You’re in with love her.

What shall thou do?

ABOUT

This is a visual novel based on the in-canon novel series Twin Souls in the Transcendence AU, a fanverse based on Gravity Falls. It might take from five to six months to make if not longer depending on the quality we shoot for. It’s goofy but that’s kind of the point, we just feel like this needs to exist.

STAFF

Writing, Programming, Editing: tsuruja
Art, Co-Writing: tilukonfdz

COMING SOON

HOLY FUCKING SHIT WHAT OMG

The Transcendence Scrapbook (Or Dipper’s Life as an Ageless Dream Demon)

hosekiasylum:

I’ve been wanting to write something for Transcendence AU for a long while now.

No. You don’t understand. I love this AU. It breaks my heart and makes me smile at the same time. I will kill for this AU.

So here’s a small collection of bits and bobs and odds and ends that I think about sometimes. These are like tiny, individual one shots and word prompts that aren’t connected to each other, just various little bits all on their own. They’re in no particular order and are kind of silly and might conflict with canon but yeah.

I made myself cry with some of these.

READ MORE ON AO3 (I probably won’t be posting more on this site)

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Novels

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The Star

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Ok I’m not sure if it’s ok for me to hint at pairing these two up, but Ms. Robinson needs some love and a pay raise and this AU could use a place for characters to blow off steam and relax.

So yeah there’s drinking in it, duh, an OC, and my personal headcanon for what Mrs. Robinson looks like.

Also I swear Matt’s a good guy but I’m worried he came out a bit weird? Idk.

The Star

Matt Morgan had seen a lot of things working as a bartender (The bartender, with a capital T) at the Star. Of course, it came with the job, the Star being the only bar in Gravity Falls since the Transcendence, and Bartenders naturally learn more things than the average guy. So, Matt reflected, it wasn’t that unusual to see humans or fey or other supernatural beings come in and out of the (his) bar, and Matt was always willing to lend an ear or two.

It was, however, unusual to have new customers. The Star had its regulars, as do most bars, but the only people who managed to find their way in were locals, and everyone above the age of 18 found their way into the Star at one point or another. There was also a strange lack of patrons in the bar tonight, the bartender (The bartender) mused, but he supposed there were busy days and slow days.

So when a woman, looking around her 30s, dressed nicely but not too nice, short brown hair and intelligent eyes, walked in the door, sat down at the bar, and sunk her head into her arms, Matt couldn’t help but notice.

“Welcome to the Star, Ma’am. Never seen you ‘round here before. What would’ya like?” The woman looked up. “Our special today is the Mizar–”

“Yes, the Mizar Mix Cocktail will be fine,” the woman interrupted, a bit haughtily. At Matt’s inquiring look, she elaborated: “I was recommended this place by a friend. Ms. Johnson.” Ms. Johnson was a regular, and a good friend of Matt’s.

The Bartender made her drink and gave it to the woman. Her movements seemed jerky and tired, and she seemed to notice that. “Sorry, sorry – long day.”

“You look like you want to talk about it.”

The woman nodded, took a sip, took a breath, and then proceeded to tell Matt the strangest story he’d ever heard, even with all his years as a bartender (The bartender, the only one there is) at the Star. The woman’s name was Mrs. Robinson, she said. She was an elementary school teacher and she apparently does not get paid enough for what she has to do. Through several sips of her drink and several subtle refills (because she looked like she needed it) she managed to tell the tale of three demon children that may or may not actually be demons, their eccentric mother, their actually-a-demon uncle, the shenanigans that the triplets manage to get into, and the ever-loving, lifespan-shortening, heart-stopping, horrifying, stress-inducing parent-teacher conferences that the aforementioned demon uncle seemed so eager to go to.

Matt agreed with Mrs. Robinson wholeheartedly. She does not get paid enough for what she does.

The grandfather clock at the back of the bar chimed. “All right, you all know the drill.” Matt called out, and the patrons all said (or slurred, or tweeted) the closing time rhyme: “Ten-o-clock means time to walk.”

As the patrons all shuffled, floated, and/or crawled out the door, Matt Morgan started cleaning up the tables around the bar. He got two tables done before noticing something.

Mrs. Robinson was still at the bar.

Matt sighed, and walked up to her. Prodding her gently, he said softly: “Hey.”

A groan, and a sound of dis-assent.

“C’mon, you’re not that drunk, are you? The bar’s closed.”

“nnnggggghhh.” Matt wasn’t sure he could translate that, but he got the basic message.

“Don’t you have anybody to take you home?” She shook her head no.

Matt looked at her. He raised an eyebrow. Then, his expression melted into one of understanding and sympathy. “C’mon. I know your friend, she lives nearby. I’ll help you out.”

Matt helped Mrs. Robinson up, and helped her walk out the door. His assessment was right, she wasn’t that drunk, but she was tired and she had been drinking.

Mrs. Robinson seemed like she needed help. It was the right thing to do.

I’ll come back later to close up shop later, the bartender thought. For now, I’m going to help out a friend.