B-ko and D-ne watch the leaves change on a grassy hill.
1658 words. AU where the demise game isn't real.
Part 2 of me thinking too much about how The Alcor Virus is a computer program and a person at the same time and how there are consequences to that.
The Alcor Virus is the most advanced artificial intelligence in the world. For decades, it’s been used to taunt governments and mess with fanfiction authors. It was only a matter of time before someone realized the virus could be used for something else too.
Part 1 of 5(?) of a fic about Al-V having a bad time. I started writing this in 2020 and recently got inspired to work on it again.
Today is two years since I had my wisdom teeth out, and I felt like it was the perfect time to write a blog post about a glitch from The Witness that I have a personal connection to: solving puzzles through walls. I go into the history of how it was discovered, and the impact it's had on the speedrunning community.
I wrote a blog post talking about Eclipse Skip, the biggest and most complicated skip in The Witness speedrunning. Might as well link to my real blog from my Tumblr blog!
One of Us
Happy nine years of TAU.
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"Do you ever think about what it would be like to be forgotten?"
There's a demon in the middle of the room, just like always. He's sitting cross legged a few feet off the floor, and there's something grotesque and nightmarish curled up in his lap. He called it a sheep when he first showed up, and he's been petting ever since, but at that question his hand stays.
"What?"
The man gulps. It took a lot of courage for him to go through with summoning a demon once he'd decided to do it, and it had clearly taken a toll on him. Sweat pours down his face as he paces in the abandoned used car showroom.
"I don't know why I'm asking you this," he says, half laughing at himself. He runs a hand through his hair -- what little of it is left.
Alcor stares. It begins to feel like the demon is looking through him.
"My wife is dead." The man closes his eyes, frowning. "It happened two years ago. She was everything to me. At her funeral I told a crowd of people that my memories of her life were my greatest treasure. I… I was wrong."
Your Turn
(a Shuuen no Shiori fanfic)
What happened last night?
That's the question echoing in C-ta's head as he awakes one morning with no memory of the past few days. When he arrives at school and finds A-ya mysteriously missing, he resolves to get to the bottom of it. What he didn't expect was to learn that his best friend had been murdered.
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Happy 8th anniversary of the Transcendence AU blog!
From all of the mods here, we want to thank you for your love and participation over the years!
It has been a thrill seeing an entire world bloom from the shared ideas of many that were inspired by Mod Z’s original post. The stories and art about Alcor and Mizar’s misadventures, from their found family with Henry and the triplets, to the millions of reincarnations that followed, have outlived Gravity Falls the show itself. Even if things have gotten quieter over the years, we hope you’ll continue to be here with us, reading and writing, drawing and watching, lurking and asking.
(It’s said that all things die; including Alcor. But that isn’t for a long, long time.)
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Dipper stopped short, causing his sister to almost collide with him.
“Hey, what gives bro-bro!” Mabel grouched. “I almost dropped Waddles!”
The light of the candle in his hand flickered, casting long shadows against the cave wall, and in them no words or pictures could be found. The mysteries from their youth had disappeared, crawled out into the open. He’d studied them close with clarity he couldn’t have dreamed of as a human.
And yet…
“Do you feel that?” Dipper whispered.
Mabel tilted her head. “Well, my head’s pounding from bashing into your back. Why? Is something up?”
He was silent for a moment – enrapt by the smallest sounds of water dripping, of creatures deep in slumber, of magic bubbling through the Earth’s core.
“I dunno,” he replied at last. “Today just feels important, somehow.”
He looked ahead, past the warm glow of the candle, into the murky depths. The light had already shed answer after answer. But mysteries still walked, shrouded by the veil of darkness, in the night sky, and beyond.
Engulfed
I should’ve died that day. For what seemed like eternity, there was nothing in the world but pain.
My take on a Transcendence AU origin fic. Warning for angst and gore. Happy 23rd birthday to Dipper and Mabel Pines! I only know how to cause suffering.
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Bill Cipher’s scream tore through the air like a shockwave.
Mabel and Dipper watched the demon writhe before them, not daring to let the hope show on their battered and bruised faces. Around them stood the rest of the zodiac, the people that had gathered together to cast the spell that would finally end Weirdmageddon. Stan, Ford, Pacifica, McGucket, Robbie, Wendy, Gideon, and Soos. Their friends. Their family.
“Triangulum entangulum!” With every chant that went around the circle, the screams got worse. “Veneforis venetisarium!”
Dipper felt something twist in his chest. It was working, the spell was working! The very demon that had invaded his mind and manipulated his body was finally being defeated! And yet even in the wake of victory, he couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong. That uncomfortable pressure in his chest only grew and grew, and he tried to steady himself with a deep breath. His grip on his sister’s hand tightened.
You don’t know when it happened, but at some point, you forgot to continue being human.
Your sister is waving at you from across the room. A blink, and now she’s standing over you, snapping to break you out of your thousand-yard stare. There’s a pounding in your head -- in the walls, in the air, in the thoughts and feelings of everyone in the house. You shake your head before giving her a toothy smile.
“Sure, I can <do the dishes> <fix the sink> <unclog the toilet>. For a price.”
It started as a joke, but now it feels too good to give up. It’s a thrill, and she doesn’t mind. She knows what you are now. Maybe even better than you do. Because while you’re sitting there pretending, she’s putting on a brave face for the both of you.
There comes a day when you stop getting up to do the dishes by hand. There comes a day when you simply snap your fingers, and the sink is fixed. You can’t be bothered to get the toilet plunger out when she asks, because that kind of stuff isn’t as fun as it used to be. Now your interests lie in something bigger.
It crawls across your consciousness like a bug ready to be squashed. There are people out there calling your name, and for some reason you want to answer. It’s easy to get lost in the crowd of voices because they’re all saying the same thing: we need you, you’re important, you can do things that we can’t -- and it’s incredible because it’s true. You’ve always been like this, right? More powerful. More important. Bigger.
She can see this happening, and she says she doesn’t mind, but when your laughter dies out one beat faster than hers, when you forget for a minute how to hold a dinner knife, when you’re late for your shared birthday party, it lingers. The thought that’s been growing ever since that fateful day in August.
Any day now, the human blood in you will run stale, and the scariest thing is that you won’t even notice.
For years, Gladion has yearned to be free from his mother's suffocating grasp. It's not until he learns about the experimentation being done on Type: Null, however, that he realises it's no longer time to yearn. It's time to act. If not for himself, for Null.
(A short fic about when Gladion ran away from home with Null)
Mabel visits her parents’ apartment after they die.
Here's my entry for the 7th Annual TAUathon! Half of it was actually written two years ago, but I was inspired to finish it by TAU-tober day 8: "dreamcatcher".
2012 (tautober #31)
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Right on schedule, Dipper appeared in the space next to Mabel.
“Hey bro-bro!” she said, grinning. “You made it! How’d the summons go?”
“It was okay.” He was busy dusting himself off, paying attention to some strange white chunks that were stuck to his outfit. When he looked up, Mabel saw three bloody lines cut into his cheek, and they twisted up when he returned her smile. “I’m still getting used to the whole ‘negotiation’ thing. But on the bright side, the power that I got from the deal should be enough to keep me physical for an hour or two.”
Mabel squealed and did a little dance. “Awesome! Nothing can stop the Mystery Twins from taking on their first Halloween as technically teens! Especially since I’m Ducktective! If there’s a candy thief to be found, I’ll track them down and then ka-pow them right in the noodle!”
Dipper snorted. “Could Ducktective even punch anyone? I mean he is a duck.”
“Yeah? Well... I’ve got this big magnifying glass. I bet it’d leave a nasty mark if I threw it at their head!” Mabel crossed her arms and looked her brother up and down. “Besides, I don’t see you wearing a costume. Where’s your holiday spirit? Cmon, we gotta play the twins angle if we want to get as much candy as possible!”
overgrown (tautober #25)
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“Huh,” Dipper said, sitting up. “My teeth hurt.”
“Whazzat?” Mabel called back. She was a bit difficult to hear, half-buried in the armchair as she was, but Dipper’s ears picked her up anyway.
“My teeth,” he repeated. He conjured a mirror to hand and stretched his mouth open, poking around with his pinkie claw. “That’s weird. It’s almost like I’m teething again. But I’m like. Twenty two at this point? Oh stars, what if I’m getting a third row of teeth now?”
Mabel blew a raspberry. “Stop being such a worry-demon! You probably just ate something gross and it’s stuck up in there. Like a bone or something. You’re always eating bones now and then they turn out to be poisonous or acidic or whatever and you’re like ‘ahh no my beautiful face’ and it’s really very funny actually -”
Dipper scowled at her. “I don’t do that, I always check- nevermind. You’re right, it’s probably nothing.”
And that’s where they left it for the time being.
“If the dragon wakes up, it’ll be the end of the world,” Mabel muttered. For a moment, she felt like she could see the magic energy running through her hands, pulsating with potential. “If it wakes up… That’s such a big responsibility for me to have.”
She didn’t want to have this power, she didn’t want to be the hero of this story. But since when had she gotten what she wanted?
A TAU/Mother 3 crossover, inspired by TAU-tober day 21: “needle”.
kidnap (tautober #23)
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“What can I say? We’re on a roll!” Tanner took a sip from his cup, then bent down to get some more water from the cooler. “Last night’s episode of Post-Transcendence Horror Story opened to our biggest audience ever! We were even trending on Twitter for like an hour, until those two K-pop singers switched bodies and got back on top. Hey, Kara!”
Tanner waved at his friend, who had just stepped into the hall. She had a slightly bemused look on her face, and did not parry his greeting as she walked up to the cooler.
“Kara? What’s the matter?” Tanner leaned across the cooler to get closer to her, and ended up with a wet patch on his suit jacket. “Trouble down in the mail room? Did someone forget to feed the furnace again?”
“No, no, nothing like that,” Kara said. She looked up, finally, and flicked Tanner in the nose, seeming to return to her usual demeanour. "You better watch yourself, too, bud; keep making fun of the mail room and I will personally make sure that the CEO gets copies of all of your non-business related mail.”
Tanner’s face turned red, and then he broke out into a grin. “There she is. So, what’s up?”
infinite (tautober #22)
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“Hey Silas. Got a present for you.”
Silas was sitting on the floor, making his new toy cars ram into each other. His head shot up at the sound of the demon’s voice, and a moment later he was excitedly scrambling to his feet.
“Oh boy!” Silas squeaked, bouncing on his tippy toes. “A present from Alcor? This is the best birthday ever!”
Alcor smiled, and ruffled the boy’s hair. “You only turn 12 once, kiddo. You deserve something special. C’mon.”
Out of the corner of his eye, Alcor noticed Silas’s father giving him a considerably less enthused look. He flashed him a thumbs up to try to reassure him that he wasn’t going to get Silas into any kind of crazy demon shenanigans again. Only when his frown deepened did he remember that he likely had no idea what that strange, archaic gesture meant.
Time was always making a fool of Alcor.
“So,” he said, after he’d pulled Silas aside. “What’s the best thing you can think of?”