#torako lam

[zillychu]

none of these words are in the bible

[that-ghosts-art]

Happy 10 Year Anniversary @transcendence-au ! It is with great pleasure that I present the culmination of about 2 months worth of work with this lil comic o mine ^-^

The full thing is below the read more, as safe to say, this got a little longer than I initially anticipated haha (also tumblr did what tumblr does best and destroyed the quality so please click the images for better quality :3)

Thank you so much for reading my comic, I worked really hard on this, pretty much since the competition was announced and I am so happy with how it turned out ^-^

I still can't believe the Transcendence AU is Ten years old, or that I've been a part of this wonderful community for eight of those years!

Some quick shout outs, while I had this idea before this was shared This post on the blog did influence the direction I went at the end, I just love the idea on Alcor and the Axolotl interacting, especially during the God-cor story arc (speaking of I place this comic as being near the beginning of this phase of his life).

I also heavily worked off of Dipper and Mabel and the Cure of the Time Pirates Treasure (A Select Your Own Choose-venture) as I felt that was a good starting point for these two getting to know each other (Also disclaimer I did initially trace the image of the shack before breaking it apart, feel like I should mention that).

Quick list of TAU characters featured (In order of appearance) we have:

Torako and a little Bentley by @skia-oura

Maria, Brad, Thomas (using This design by @justarestlessspirit), and Eddie, AKA the Demonology Gang by Dementor_ssc

Willow, Acacia, Hank and Henry by @seiya234

Maddie and Toby

Lucy-Ann

Al-V

and Miscellaneous members of The Flock (sorry not actually sure who to credit for these last few, please let me know if you know!)

Finally one last thank you to everyone who have made this AU what it it, thank you to the people who made the characters above, thank you to the people who wrote the most incredible stories I've ever ready, made the most amazing art I've ever been, and just thank you to everyone for making this such a wonderful little slice of the internet <3

And of course Thank you to @zillychu for sharing the original idea that started this all <3

[transcendence-au]

I don't know if anyone has asked this yet but I got confused by the timeline

the wiki says that the reincarnation blues arc takes place around 3012 and that torako lam was born in 3016

it also says that "bentley farkas and friends" takes place roughly one thousand years after the "reincarnation blues". is it just a time mistake or our local demon decided to play with the timeline?

Is it a mistake if tau canon is squishy and scrunchy?

Yes. Yes it is. Really it should be 4016

[theratlivinginyourcouchcushions]

Some Dipper and Torako. This was my first time drawing Torako, I couldn’t find many references and only one had color, and her wiki had literally no physical appearance other than she cut her hair, so I hope I did okay.

Also, I now want to draw her as monster falls, and I’ve heard something about her and dolphins/cats? Let me know any other animals bc I can’t draw dolphins, and I’ve made too much art of dipper as a cat.

[skia-oura]

We Need To Talk

Lian leaned against the kitchen counter, hands wrapped around his favorite coffee mug, a present from Torako when she was barely out of elementary school. He listened to Bentley’s voice, low and still somewhat scratchy, filter in through the doorway. Heard his husband reply, even-timbered, which told him that it was just Bentley and Deryn at the entryway. His husband tended to get a little wobbly-voiced when that—when the other one was around.

Not that he blamed him. Lian couldn’t even handle being in the same room as Bentley right now, let alone the other one. Not after Torako going utterly silent for a week. Not when she had thrown herself head-first at death just to get him back. Lian took a sip of his lukewarm coffee and tried to ignore the complicated guilt, the pride, the fear tangling between his ribs.

The front door shut. He heard it, but also felt it vibrate through the counter edge digging into the space just below the hollow of his back. A brief silence followed, and then footsteps, and then—a sigh.

“It’s not his fault,” Deryn said.

“I know,” Lian said. He peered into his mug and swirled the coffee around.

“You don’t act like it.”

He pursed his lips and shot Deryn an annoyed glare. “Knowing and acting are two different things. I can know it’s not Bentley’s fault, but still not be able to fully reconcile that with the fact that she was endangered because of him. Before you say anything—I know he didn’t mean to, but she went after him.”

“Torako needs no help endangering herself,” Deryn said wryly. “Look, I know you need time, but you gotta get over yourself now. Everybody’s noticing, especially Bentley.”

Lian groaned under his breath. “I know.”

“Stop overthinking it,” Deryn said. He reached his hand out to pull Lian in closer and pressed a kiss to his temple, stubble scratchy against his skin. “If you know what’s what, just let it be that.”

“Easy for you to say,” Lian grumbled. Despite his words, he felt a little more settled. It was almost annoying, how well Deryn knew him, how he knew just the right words to calm him down.

“Anyways, you’re right,” Deryn said. He bumped his hip against Lian’s, solid and familiar. “Torako did go after Bentley. Emphasis on Torako being the active party. She went after Bentley after enlisting…his…help. She’s the one we need to talk to.”

“About him?” Lian said, tilting his head up at Deryn and raising his eyebrow. He could feel something in him winding up tight at even the thought of touching that particular issue.

“I suppose him as well. He might actually be a major reason for it.”

“It?” Lian asked. He shifted the mug in his hands. The porcelain was warm; less from the coffee, and more from the heat leeched from his skin.

“It being…” Deryn waved his hand in the air, “the reckless self-endangerment shtick she’s been developing for a while.”

The memory of when, a couple years ago, they had tried to talk Torako down from deciding to do her hare-brained year-long wild goose chase of a cult-hunting spree made Lian burst into helpless chuckles. He dragged a hand down the side of his face. “Oh, I’m going to hate this talk.”

“I know. I know. We have to talk, though. Otherwise, who knows if she’s going to…” Deryn trailed off. Lian didn’t dare finish the thought for him.

They stood like that, sides pressed up together in the apartment kitchen they’d lived in for the past twenty years. Lian lifted his coffee mug up to his lips and finished off the final dregs in long, slow sips. When he was done, he stared down at the empty mug, white bottom stained brown.

“I guess there’s no time like the present,” he said. 

(read the rest on Ao3)

[thatdisastrousfangirl]

Not the happiest with how the colour came out but the idea wouldn’t leave my head until I did it :)

[feferipeixes]

Theater Night

A bell rang as the door to the theatre lobby opened, and the teenager working at the counter scrambled to look like they weren't slacking off.

"Hi, welcome to the Grand Epic Theatre," Kathy started saying, narrowly avoiding dropping their phone in a puddle of ketchup. "Do you have tickets -"

She then caught sight of the pair of figures that had walked in, and her jaw dropped.

"Greetings!" The speaker was a tall woman wearing an obscenely old-fashioned looking suit, complete with white gloves and a cartoonish bowtie. Little yellow stars hung from her lapels. Her black hair was slicked up like a rock star, and she had the slyest grin imaginable. "I do so hope we're not too late to purchase seating for your sensational musicalé!"

"Oh, Tora, wouldn't that be the most rotten of luck in the world?" said the figure hooked around her arm.

Kathy's eyes slid to the man who’d spoken and all at once her every hair stood on end. This figure was a bit shorter than the woman, and had long, fluffy brown hair tied into a ponytail. He was wearing a gorgeous, strapless blue dress with little white glimmers on it like a starry night, and a ribbon around his waist tied in a bow. When he moved, it seemed as if the dress actually sparkled.

That was all well and good, and Kathy was more than a little enamored with both of them, but the guy definitely had eyes as dark as sin, pointy ears, black claws, and shadowy wings extending from his lower back, all of which added up to something very frightening going on if only her mind could slow down enough to think of what it was.

"Luckily," he continued, unaware of Kathy's internal torment, "I know we're just on time. Three tickets please!"

The gears in Kathy's head ground together just enough to get a word out. "Th-three?"

"Yep," came another voice in a low grumble.

The two figures jostled, and a third person stormed their way between them and up to the counter. He was much shorter than either of them, and was wearing sweatpants and a T-shirt that said "i've given up". He had black hair, but his fringe was dyed yellow, and the scowl on his face seemed permanent.

"Oh," Kathy said. Her eyes moved between him, and the fancily-dressed pair, who were now making dramatic poses and letting out posh laughter. "You're with them?"

"Yes," he said after a groan. "I told them it's just a musical, but do they listen to me? No. And we're probably going to get arrested too because Dipper didn't put his wings away. Ugh. Anyway, just give me three tickets to the Spongebob Squarepants Musical."

Speechless, Kathy tapped away at her terminal and printed off three tickets, which she handed to him. He waved half heartedly at her in thanks.

"Fare thee well!" the pretty ones cried, walking away in the grumpy guy's wake. They had their arms wrapped around one another's waists now and were singing the Spongebob theme song out of key and out of sync.

She watched them disappear into the theatre hall, then dove for her phone. "Oh my stars," she typed into her messaging app, "guys you'll NEVER believe what just happened at work!"

(AO3 link)

[a-random-queer-fanpeep]

Torako Just Wants To Do the Dishes

Torako's first time dealing with a high Alcor is... Interesting, to say the least.

AO3

Torako mindlessly scrubbed at the dishes. She didn’t want to do them, but it had to be done. She could wait till Alcor got home, but she didn’t want to part with her beloved Moffios, and her doing it would be a nice surprise for Bentley. She heard a pop behind her and turned to look. Speak of the demon, Alcor had gotten back. Annnnd, his eyes were so blown that if she didn’t know any better, she’d say he was drugged. “Hey!” She said. The demon in question only stared in response, not blinking. “Ooookay then…” Torako scowled, suspicious, and turned back to the plate that had been giving her trouble. She barely had time to start, before she felt a tug on her collar. She twisted around to look, and…. “Are-are you biting my shirt?” Once again, no answer, just Alcor tugging her away from the sink. She tried to get the water off before she was out of reach. She failed. Alcor picked her up, still holding her shirt collar in his mouth, and floated into the living room. He dumped her rather ungraciously on the couch. The same couch from which he promptly began removing all the blankets and pillows, in favor of the floor. There were a lot of blankets and pillows. Torako tried to get up, she had dishes to do, or at least stop the water running. The second her foot touched the ground, Alcor whipped around to look at her her, and growled until she got back on the couch. Then the demon went back to kneading the blankets. “Why are you acting like a cat? Is this revenge for that last blog post? ‘Cause this is some weird ass revenge.” Her apparently-a-cat roommate ignored her. At least, for a few minutes, before he picked her up, he was going to stretch her shirt out, dammit Alcor, and set her in the pile of fluff. They sat there for a bit, so Torako decided it was safe to get up. Alcor pulled her back down. After a few more minutes, she felt something wet on her cheek. She looked, and it was her hair. “Are you licking me?” No response, but he was, he definitely was. “Dude, that is seriously gross!” Torako tried to get up, and the demon licking her hair growled. So she sat down. They did this several times, and Torako gave in. Alcor groomed her, and she wondered if her shampoo would cover demon spit. Probably not. She remembered Bentley telling her about a similar experience, one that happened not long after she met him. Not that she’d realized he came with a demon at the time, but still. Apparently he got like this when he was on yggdrasil, some sort of demon- “You’re totally high right now, aren’t you? Oh my fishes, you are!” She could only take about five more minutes of demonic licking before she got fidgety. “Okay Aldork, I’ve got dishes to get done.” She moved to stand, but before she got halfway up, her demon had pulled her down. And he kept licking.

When a certain Bentley Farkas got home, he heard the sound of running water. Which was distinctly not normal. He pushed down the ice in his veins, turned the corner, and laughed. Torako was pouting from a pile of blankets,which had been on the couch at one point, and Dipper was licking her har into some very interesting patterns. “Bentley, help me.” Tora whined, as Dipper continued his grooming, ruining ruined hair. She shot him her best wounded puppy look. “Nope. This is karma for your Twin Souls fanfics.” He stepped around the fluffy pile, on his way to the kitchen, where he suspected the sound of water had originated. “Bentley!” She called. “Karma,” Bentley laughed. “This is your karma!” He turned into the kitchen, leaving her to her fate.