God!cor arc, what if; As God!Alcor gradually becomes forgotten by the world, unable to interact with the physical plane anymore— the reincarnations of Mizar slowly began to feel something- someone is missing in their lives. Stories of Mizars always being sought by Alcor passed down eons ago, and with humanity's access of preincarnations, of knowing they are Mizar- so then, where's Alcor? The question the world begs for an answer but only Mizar would be the remaining one left to still question it. Go about their lives as normal yet there will always be that sense of absence, the mark of someone who was always there with them for billion of years, feeling like a scabbed wound. Maybe a Mizar would look for answers, driven by the need of it, digging through ancient demonology records until their last breath would be the question of "Who are you, Alcor?" left unanswered. Maybe a Mizar would feel an aching loss within them for the rest of their life, looking for someone long gone, of a presence slowly being forgotten by the world. Maybe a Mizar wouldn't even able to learn the name of Alcor, the name long buried under obscurity, yet their favorite colors pink and yellow, stars their favorite shape, living in a cabin surrounded by familiar pine trees, an eternal feeling of home and loss. Maybe, a Mizar, none the wiser, looks at the night sky and sees the Ursa Major– the Big Dipper, would focus on the twin stars; Mizar and Alcor, only, Alcor has long dimmed. And Mizar, bright as always, looked and felt so, so lonely. Maybe, one day, the only thing left for Mizar would be the Ursa Major, their hand always reaching for the night sky as if maybe, just maybe, someone beyond would grasp theirs. Names, books, records, a summoning circle, a family tree, of a twin, long forgotten. Alcor, the forgotten one, would watch above the skies, an all-knowing gaze upon Mizar, unable to take their hand, never again for this universe.
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(Please note that these playlists will be updated whenever I find a good song for them, so song suggestions are incredibly welcome! If you have any, please tell me in a comment or a reblog.)
Based on the Gravity Falls AU (Official Blog here) and art by @alviearts
The iconic sibling duo, and their many relationship dynamics. Art by @ii-thiscat-ii . Honestly this could double as a dipper and Mabel playlist from canon, but with unexpected angst.
Alcor in his final centuries, art by @alcorian-wizard
Sub AU of TAU, the songs mostly explore Dipper and Ford’s relationship and trauma, or Ford’s guilt. (Official blog here) art by @diddlydarndoodles
Best bros. I really like their platonic/family dynamic, and the way their personalities work together. Song suggestions are very much appreciated. Art by @hiridraws
My favorite duo either being badass, or helping each other through rough times. Or in silly scenarios I find funny. Art by @moonfoxgazer . Song suggests wanted.
This fic is SO good and aged incredibly with the Book of Bill. Highly recommend. Fic by Guavain, art by @that-ghosts-art (Ghost also suggested a TON of amazing songs that are now on it)
Tasty Dipper angst. That’s basically it. Also some identity crisis from feeling like less than a person. Fic by @sezija and art by me
A/N Hey been a while! Wrote this in my last year of high school for an English assignment (I got an A- :D) and then kept forgetting to share it and I figured now would be as good a time as any (kinda make up for not updating my other fic in over a year now) Hope you all enjoy it ^-^
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He had watched them grow since they had first left the dark depths of the ocean. He had guided them through the hot savanna plains into caves, into mud huts, and into plastered homes. He had not created them, but he was their God and he would protect them no matter what. He would keep them safe from the dangers of the larger universe and even, on occasion, themselves. He was Alcor, the immortal Star, and he had seen planet after solar system after galaxy grow and live and die. Sometimes he would join them, and befriend a small few, through glowing shadows, whispery voices, and the most vivid dreams anyone had never thought they could ever have.
Now millions of years since he had first started paying attention to the mortals that ruled the surface of the planet, Alcor was lost. He had watched and guided and befriended the people of this planet for so long, he almost couldn’t remember why he even started. They looked up to him, looked up into the sky for his guidance, but what was the point? Alcor knew better than anyone that it was only a matter of time before they all returned to the ground, only a matter of time before everything was nothing more than atoms in the wind, only a matter of time before he was all alone again.
Alcor watched the glimmering water, ignoring the cool sea breeze with the ease of someone who had not noticed such meaningless details in thousands of years. “What are you thinking about?” Maeve asked. She was Alcor’s most recent friend, bright and bubbly and bold, always ready to knock some sense into him whenever he got into a mood which had become more and more frequent in recent years. She had been the one to suggest they go watch the sunset over the vast ocean just outside her home.
Maeve looked at the tangible shadow beside her and gave Alcor a pointed look, a single eyebrow raised and a small teasing smile pulling at the edges of her lips. “Well?”
Alcor sagged, looking down at his hands. “What’s the point,” he whispered, letting his hands drop into his lap. “You’re all just going to be gone in a few decades. What does any of this matter?”
“What do you mean?” Maeve asked, straightening up, all relaxed calm vanishing from her shoulders. Alcor looked to the side away from her, staring at the small pile of pebbles that sat there.
“I mean why am I even bothering involving myself with everyone. You’re all going to die, and I’m stuck watching everyone and everything disappear and change, just as I always have.” He picked up one of the pebbles, feeling its smooth speckled grey surface, and tossed it into the glittering water with a small plip as it hit the surface.
“Well, we’re here now. I’m here now. Surely that means something?” Maeve reasoned, watching Alcor as he threw another pebble, another plip.
“But it won’t.” Another pebble, another plip. “Not in the grand scheme of things.”
“What about the smaller ‘scheme’ though,” she said. Another pebble, another plip.
Alcor stayed quiet, looking at his pile of pebbles, so Maeve continued. “You say you’re stuck watching everyone go away but it seems to me that you’re just stuck looking at the big picture.” Another pebble, another plip. “You’re so focused on what will happen that you’re not bothering with what is happening.”
Splash! Maeve jumped slightly at the sound of Alcor throwing the rest of the pile of pebbles at once, each small stone hitting the calm water as one large body of granite and marble. They both looked out at the ocean, the sky becoming more colourful as the sun continued down its path towards the horizon. “I’m just, so tired of losing everyone.” Alcor lamented, curling up, staring at nothing and thinking of everything. Maeve thought for a moment, wondering what to say next, and how to say it.
“When my Grandma died, my Mum hid herself away, wouldn’t talk to anyone, not even Ma.” Alcor glanced at her through the corner of his eyes, not moving his head. More sure of what she was saying Maeve pushed forward. “She would just lock herself in the backroom for hours until she had to come out for food. It was like that for weeks. And when she did start talking to us again she was so scared we were next to go. She was so focused on what could happen to us she forgot we were still there. But, with time, it got better. She realised that what was going to happen was the future’s business, and right then and there was all she needed to worry about.”
“Why are you telling me this?”
“Because right now you’re reminding me of her an awful lot, you idiot.” she said with a smile, before sobering up again. “Obviously, when something does happen you’re allowed to be sad, that’s just natural, but when we’re all still okay, it’s important to remember the big picture isn’t everything. The little ones can be nice too.”
Alcor ran the idea through his head, thinking it over. It made perfect sense, and it was sound logic. He was not alone yet, so why think and act like it?
He looked up at the horizon. The sun kissed the ocean, a rainbow of colours spilling out across the sky like an artist’s paint splattered across their palette, ready to be transformed into their next great work. The soft sea breeze danced through his hair and the smell of salt and petrichor from the earlier shower filled his senses.
As the sun disappeared below the glittering water, Alcor’s realisation rose. A new dawn of ideas fresh as the cool morning dew. Alcor smiled to himself.
If they’re in between lives, yes, absolutely, just like before. However, once the universe goes dark and there’s the period between the last star blinking out and the birth of the next universe.... then souls are asleep and it’s just Dipper and the Flock.
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What were some of the myths in the Post God-Alcor-Death-World (I personally think of that world as StarWorld cause it's easy to remember)?
StarWorld works! Nice and brief and easy to say.
One of the defining features of this world is the twin sun system, and one of the particulars of the revolution around this system is that during certain seasons the suns are distinct from one another, but during others they overlap so that they eclipse, appearing as one. This event is very commonly used as inspiration in myths worldwide, though there is of course a variety of ways people explain it in said myths. Some say the suns are eternal enemies, others friends, or lovers, siblings, parent-and-child, two halves of a whole, gods or creations of gods or more...
Here is just one example of the tales that have been told:
Long ago, before the existence of our people, the world was shrouded in darkness and silence, and though the Creator found it peaceful at first, he soon grew tired of this, for nothing here lived and he was alone. And so he gathered all the radiance of his being and parted it from him, and named it Iwaraith, his daughter of light and warmth. And in her youth she danced over the world, casting her light wherever she went, and the life her father sowed soon flourished under her care.
Iwaraith inherited more than the Creator’s radiance, however, for soon the loneliness he once felt grew in her as well, and she desired a sister for a playmate. Though she asked her father, he had already given her all the light he had, and the formless darkness held no appeal for her, for it surrounded her always, receding before her and following behind wherever she went. And as he could not help her, she took the task upon herself, and split her essence in two, becoming Iwa the warmth and Raith the light, and the sisters played merrily together for a time.
Unfortunately, Iwaraith had been too young still, too new to her existence and her power when she created this split, and the sisters grew wan and weak and did not know why. They called to their father for help, and he answered, saying that they two had been meant to be one, and that their shining souls would have to become whole again to regain their strength. The sisters cried, for they loved each other and feared being lost to one another, and their tears moved their father.
“You were meant to be one,” he said, “but you have made yourself two, and though the first is strength the second is joy.”
And so he decreed that the sisters would spend equal time together as apart, gathering strength as Iwaraith and dancing as Iwa and Raith in turn, and as a gift he created twin mirrors to hang in the sky, reflecting their light and keeping his daughter company while she was alone. One mirror remains to this day, and we call it the moon; the other shattered long ago, its pieces scattered as the stars...
So, if Alcor does live for billions of years, how would he feel about his namesake constellation ceasing to exist? For a few years, they might still be still visible in the sky when the stars have already been long dead. Or do people find new stars to name Alcor and Mizar? Or does Alcor just toy around with the stars to make sure they shine eternally?
Mizar faded first.
Of course Mizar faded first.
He hadn’t even noticed when the stars vanished from the Earth’s sky; he had been too busy (being alone). It was only when he turned his mind to numbering the galaxies for something to do that he realized something was gone, something was missing--
(It took a moment, a human age, for him to realize what it was. The cosmos had shifted since before. There was no long-handled cup in the sky, not any longer, and the Twin Stars had likewise drifted apart to new places, unfamiliar though he had seen it happen, knew it would.)
Four stars in one, and all four had faded - his mind reached - millions of years, numbers running down through months, days, hours, minutes, seconds, smaller in his mind, and what had he been doing when they had gone, what had he been doing when the last of their light reached the earth before winking out forever - he hadn’t known.
Alcor still shone. Of course it did. Two stars there, smaller, longer-lived because they burned less brightly, and for the first time in how long? he felt the first stirrings of...something.
He reached across the universe with wings of golden light and encompassing darkness, felt the dying stars, burning the last of their lives away (how long did they have? Numbers, years, months, days...)
