randumbdaze:

Alcor pushed his forehead uncomfortably close to Bentley’s and said,
“You’re still pale. And really really smorple. Also your pupils are
really wide. That’s…what emotion is that?”

           Alcor
rested his head against his Mizar’s and threaded his hand through her
long, silky, ebony dark curly tresses. His eyes, like gold sparkling in
cider in a glass held up against the starless night sky, looked into her
own molten chocolate pools. “You look so…what emotion is that?”

Legacies

So I had a Magical girl Mizar dream where she was trying to collect these pieces of an emblem that looked like a cross between sailor moon and kingdom hearts in order to release Alcor from his “curse” (without telling him ofc) and she was being helped by a familiar who showed her the way. When she collects the last piece though Alcor shouts “NO!”, disappears and then the familiar turns into Bill, blasts her into a wall and says thanks for the revival. Then I woke up, Thanks for the dreams :P

That’d be one hell of an anime plotline, though. That’s season one, maybe even two or three seasons if the collection of these items drags out long enough and with enough side adventures (because let’s face it, at least the first half of season one is monster of the week with brief hints at the larger plot to be had), and then that final event you dreamt is a major cliffhanger which leads into a final arc where Mizar has to recover, find/heal/free Alcor (depending on what really happened to him when he disappeared), and finally discover a way to once-and-for-all defeat Alcor’s greatest enemy (or, at the very least, seal him away again – which, hey, opens them up for a follow-up anime set in the far future or something!).

Make it action-y enough, keep the plot clever and consistent, and downplay the inevitable romance plotlines and it might actually be palatable – though of course poor Dipper wouldn’t be able to stand it for the few moments where they did hint (very very clearly at times) at the, once again inevitable, romantic connection everyone knows must be present between Alcor and Mizar.

Still, that aside, and especially when compared to the absolute ocean of High School Drama themed stories, this could actually be decent.

You’re welcome for the dream. 😉

Does Dipper ever slip up and accidentally call future Mizars Mabel?

On occasion, yes. He associates Mizar first of all with Mabel, and so there’s bound to be mistakes even without considering the further confusion caused by any physical similarities that might crop up by chance, personality quirks that echo across reincarnations, the names that start with “M” and make him stutter through one, two, three wrong versions before getting it right sometimes…

It can happen.

Music to the Ear

oreramar:

A/N: Tiny drabble based on a moment the Livestream chat. Featuring Luis, Bara Pro Wrestler Mizar, and his poor put-upon demon brother who quite simply did not sign up for dealing with this kind of reincarnation.


Ten minutes. He just had to hold
out for ten minutes.

Dipper danced the bow across the strings
and gritted his teeth as an unearthly, incredibly off-key wail assaulted his
ears, almost drowning out the sound of the violin despite echoing from the
other side of a firmly-closed bathroom door. Doggedly determined and bound by
an unfinished deal besides, the dream demon improvised a few more notes,
watching as they wrote themselves out on the sheet music in front of him.

Of all the things to agree to do right
before Luis dashed for a last-minute, I’m-gonna-be-late-to-the-image-meeting
shower, it had to be one of the few Dipper couldn’t just magic up from thin air
in seconds – one of the few he actually had to take some time to craft: an
original draft for a basic theme music motif.

“Something daring, mysterious, and
yet bright and ear-catching,” Luis had instructed, offering up an entire pint
of ice cream if the demon could whip something up in the brief time it took the
upcoming star to bathe, dress, and rush out the door. Unthinking, Dipper had
accepted. He had a great deal of knowledge, after all, plus enough practice at
the violin to improvise something that would at least serve as an initial
proposal – enough for this meeting – and while he would have to actually play
the instrument in order to properly put something together it’s not like he’d
have to stop and write down every note.

One brief sparkle-mystery ear-worm
motif in just a few minutes? Simple,
he’d thought. It had almost seemed like highway robbery to take that much ice
cream in exchange – not that he had been about to complain at the time.

Another wail rang out, this one
evolving into words–

OOOOOOOOOOOH HONEY YOU GOT EEEEYYYEEEEES LIKE CRYYYYYYYYSTAAAAL
BAAAAAAAAALLS—”

–and Dipper was at once pained and
relieved, because as horrible as it was out in Luis’ living room, at least it
was muffled – slightly – by the walls
between them.

—I CAN READ THE FUUUUUTUUURE IN THOOOOSE STAAARYY OOOOOOOORBS!”

He screwed his eyes shut and
fiddled as fast as his fingers could fly, hoping that if he raced through his
improvisation he’d manage to finish something well before Luis got out of the
shower – at this point, it was his only hope, because the man in question didn’t
seem likely to stop singing any time soon.

He had miscalculated.

A pint of ice cream was nowhere
near enough.

Breaking Anew

oreramar:

A/N: TAU Ficathon time! My prompt was to write something based on the hc’d triplets of the post god!alcor universe – r!dipper, r!mabel, and r!bill. I may have changed a name or two, not to mention physical descriptions (such as r!Bill having two working eyes because the one-eyed thing doesn’t have to be done all the time), plot events, assumed society/culture, proposed triplet interactions, etc.

I hope this is enjoyable all the same.



He was
dreaming, and he knew it.

That
wasn’t the strange part. He was always aware of his own dreams, always able to
control the environment and the directions the dream took like a god playing
with a realm he had created. No, the strange part was that he was dreaming and
he didn’t recognize anything about it.

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Suggestion: FWTB Carmen lives a bit longer than regular TAU Carmen, to make up for the earlier reincarnation – so she dies at the same time as regular TAU Carmen, having been born earlier, and the rest of Mabel’s reincarnations happen on schedule. (Alternately the first few reincarnations live a little longer each, barring unnatural deaths, and it eventually syncs up as the soul loses the extra energy it retained from the premature death of Mabel)

Regular TAU Carmen logically wouldn’t exist in FWTB, actually. Regular Carmen would have been born after old lady Mabel’s death, a good eight decades in the future or so. At the time of FWTB, regular Carmen’s parents wouldn’t even be born – for that matter, her grandparents might not even be around yet. So unless Mabel waits that long to reincarnate, the “Carmen” we’ve loosely referred to in FWTB would have to be an entirely different person – genetics, family, lifestyle and all – despite having the same name…which is a bit of a handwave, but not impossible considering our army of Daves. 🙂

As for reincarnation, as far as we’ve figured there’s not really any sort of energy thing related to ‘early’ deaths. You just die before your body would have run itself to the ground and loop around for a new incarnation at some point or other, no guarantees for lifespan. So while maybe, maaaaaaybe the reincarnations could theoretically ‘even out’ and ‘match up’ with regular tau’s lineup, the probability of it is – understatement of the century – not high at all.

Just read through the FwTB stuff. Kinda feeling sorry for FwTB!Bently finding out he’s Mizar, ’cause it wouldn’t just be “does Alcor want to do the frickle frackle with me?”, it would also be “augh does this mean I’m evil” and stuff like that.

If we go far enough down the butterfly effect rabbit hole, we might logically reach the conclusion that Bentley wouldn’t exist due to differing reincarnation times and therefore differing parents and lives and deaths and reincarnations all stacking up on one another – it’s possible, even very probable, that none of the Mizar reincarnations we know and love actually come to exist.

Your point still stands, though: any Mizar reincarnation who knows of FWTB-style twin souls books before they know they’re Mizar could have some really interesting expectations about the whole thing.

Llolphy

oreramar:

Dipper kept
a close eye on Kleeo after she was born. The Time Wars were still burning down
to an end, and the world was tumultuous enough that a single innocent baby
could be too easily lost. Luckily for anyone who might have done her any harm
in numerous worst-case scenarios, she grew up whole and healthy and relatively
untouched by the final stirrings of rebellion and the chaos of a newly-built
government with an oversized immortal alien Time infant at its head. She did
quite well for herself in fact, building a career and a family with the
cheerful head-on determination so common to his Mizars.

She
did, of course, have some help from her best friend and
brother-in-all-but-blood, Tyrone Pines. Dipper knew Time Baby was watching, of
course – Bill, however long past, and all his power and the threat he had once wielded
had always made the temporally-gifted being rather nervous, and Alcor was
technically the inheritor of much of that – but as far as he was concerned, the
enormous entity could go suck a pacifier. As long as neither party made any
overt moves against the other, both were content enough to leave the other be.
Kleeo was under Alcor’s protection, and that was simply part of the unspoken
understanding.

Then
one of her daughters had a son, and the day he was introduced to the child
Dipper heard his name, saw a flash of his future, and nearly laughed himself
sick. He refused to tell anyone why, and instead appointed himself Chief
Babysitter and Teller of Tall Tales. The boy grew up on stories of far-off
times and places, and just enough hints of minor prophecy come true that he
believed in his Great-Uncle’s self-proclaimed “Foresight,” despite the official
refusal to acknowledge such a gift as truly existing at all.

The
day he graduated Time Academy and was granted a basic rank in the Corps, Uncle
Tyrone made sure to visit, extend his congratulations, and whisper another ‘prophecy’
to him.

“Time
Travel brings interesting opportunities. One day you’ll meet your gam-gam from
long ago. I’ve told you about her before. Don’t look for her; she’ll know you
when she sees you.”

He
left Llolph to accept further congratulations with big shiny eyes – he always did
have an emotional streak a mile wide when it came to family, however he tried
to mask it with military stoicism – and popped himself into the mindscape the
moment he was out of sight.

There
he proceeded to laugh himself sick again.

No
wonder their bluff had worked.

Gam-Gam indeed.

Some Basic Logic of a Post God!Alcor Universe

oreramar:

Some
people seem confused about this, so I’m going to do my damndest to clarify.

Before
God!Alcor dies, the universe around him does. Maybe it’s the slow fade of
entropy, perhaps it’s something far more cataclysmic. Maybe Alcor, faced with
the future of further eons in a lifeless, slowly dying universe, pulls the plug
himself. However it happens, the slate is wiped utterly clean. Not a speck of
matter remains, only a few beings of pure energy and a single pocket of
non-spacetime containing all the souls and sparks of life the universe ever
contained.

Then
he uses his extensive power to create not just enough matter for a single
physical form, as he did ages before to interact with humanity, but enough
matter for an entire new universe. A new big bang, if you will, with him as its
point of origin. From there things form pretty much as they usually do all on
their own. Space dust collides with and sticks to other space dust. Protons and
neutrons stick together and collect electrons and atoms are formed and combine
into new atoms and things just sort of spin on and on until you have stars and
all their gaseous and rocky and icy satellites. And at least one of those
satellites just so happens to fall into that narrow perfect temperature zone
around a star, and it has the gravitational pull to maintain an atmosphere, and
it has water, and in time it has life.

It is
not earth.

I
repeat: It. Is. Not. Earth.

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