#alcor virus

[gnomewithalaptop]

Transcendence AU Dash Simulator GO!!!

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okay but actually block me if you ship mizcor -- 'hurr durr but we age stella up' -- SHUT UPPP she's literally a minor and alcor's canonically over a million years old so how about you stop being a freak

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Babe I hate to break this to you but Mizcor's literally one of the most famous relationships in all of post-transcendental literature

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I could not have more obviously been talking about Mizar the Magnificent but you know what? Yeah classic Mizcor supporters can fuck off too actually.

Everybody likes to whip out Twin Souls like some kind of gotcha but have you even actually read it??? Like it's literally supporting demon worship and pedophilia -- both of which are EXTREMELY ILLEGAL btw. So yeah if I see any of my followers reblogging that shit I'm reporting you to the Occult Defense Agency idc if we're mutuals

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*looks at my Alcorian Literature PhD* guess we better stock up on prison shivs buddy

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okay I'm sorry but

and Mizar the Magnificent isn't????

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Los Angeles 🏝️

#sunken city of los angeles #new california #travel #ocean #photography #lmao i almost got eaten by a kelpie trying to take this pic pls reblog it

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Hey guys! Just wanted to let you know that The Scepter of Vanquished Souls, the newest book in the Wanderlust Trilogy, is now available for pre order on Glamazon!

Purchasers of the hard-cover edition will also receive never-before-seen content, including a deleted scene between Princess Samia and the Shadow King!

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Boosting because I honestly cannot recommend this book enough. Truly one of Mira's best (and I'm not just saying that because she married me!)

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CONGRATULATIONS!!!

You are the 6 billionth user to log into Jumblr today!! This means you are eligible to win a FREE WACBOOK PRO!!!! Click here to claim your prize and win BIG BIG REWARDS!!

#twin souls #mizar #alcor #mizcor #twin souls: reawakened #twin souls: breaking circles #twin souls: newest moon #twinner #twincon3015 #not a scam

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So. I had a day.

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Okay, but consider

🌞 azarath-metrion-zinthirst Follow

I don't remember my older brother's wedding

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A small price to pay for no middle school trauma

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Okay so I just read the url and--

Asfdksfjk go off you funky lil intern

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I'm actually the senior librarian. But thanks!

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Posts that have 10k notes. To me

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Today's demon of the day is Nxlar the Antithetical! Responsible for the Florida Springs Massacre of 3007, the body count for this purveyor of madness is estimated to be over 400 (source).

🐸 that-one-half-elf-bitch

I could fix her

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literally screaming crying throwing up rn I've turned off 'Based on your likes' like eight times @staff can't you just get rid of him already

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#i accidentally set my alchemy textbook on fire today and i don't even care AAAAAA this is going to be amazing #northwest mansion mystery #pacifica northwest #rosa darling #im about to be so insufferable about this just you wait

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🐸 that-one-half-elf-bitch

Nxlar SWEEEEEP!!!

#if you love me at all you'll vote for my lady love #LISTEN i could bring her to the light i nkow i could

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👻 sweetthingsaremadeofdeeznuts

Lmao so Nxlar the Antithetical totally turned my apartment complex into a pile of sentient sludge yesterday. I'm fine -- I was at work when it all went down, but uh... yeah, my situation obviously just became super not-great. I hate to ask, but I don't get paid til the 15th, so if some of y'all could float me some cash just so I can get a motel room for a couple nights, I'll fr owe you a life debt

Goal: 0/250

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LenMo

#fuck demons fr #like seriously what'd i ever do to them 😭😭😭 #mutual aid #pls boost #don't tag as donation

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Important PSA

So idk if y'all have been reading the news lately, but the alcor virus has been making the rounds on the interwebs again. I feel like I shouldn't have to say this but PLEASE don't click any random links rn, ESPECIALLY if they're tagged with twin souls.

I know we twinners love to joke about it, but the alcor virus is legitimately dangerous and has been known to seriously ruin people's lives. Idk. Just like be smart and practice basic caution I guess? Jumblr's pretty much dead these days, so he might skip over us, but it's always better to be safe than sorry

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This is a good point! It is always better to be safe than sorry! That's why if you're smart, you'll click here for a list of ways to virus-proof your computer. Stay safe out there everybody!

Based on your likes!

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🌲 discogirl99 Follow

Anyone else just randomly crave connective tissue sometimes

🧁 sparkle-glitter-sideblog

no actually i think that might just be a you thing

#also i heard screaming on the other line when i called you earlier there better not be a mess when i get home #beloved demon brother tag

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👑 sameeya

Okay guys I might be crazy but what if the Shadow King was actually telling the truth when he said Princess Samia's brother is still alive??? Like, if you think about it, there's a tonnnn of foreshadowing in Crown of Ghosts and the author tweeted that there was gonna be a surprise twist in the new book sooo 👀👀

#i've connected the dots -- YOU DIDN'T CONNECT SHIT -- i've connected them #wanderlust trilogy #mira ramachandran #crown of ghosts #scepter of vanquished souls #princess samia #samia of cleves #shadow king #ahmed of cleves #bookblr

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Reminder that you are beautiful exactly as you are and there are thousands who would sell their souls to imitate what you do naturally <3

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I actually really needed this today 💗

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Yo quit reblogging this op is a blatant human supremacist

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And? No one cares lmao

⚠️ alv Follow

Enjoy deactivation. Lmao.

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🕵🏻‍♂️ alcor-in-the-tardis Follow

#I sent screenshots of that one centaur post to her boss too #give you two guesses what species his wife is (tags by @alv)

Holy shit. Am I actually rooting for the alcor virus rn?

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maybe the real virus was the friends we made along the way <3

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No, the real virus is me. Don't take credit for my accomplishments.

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Heritage post

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I just want to get dicked down again =/

#THIS IS NOT ME TAKING A STANCE ON SHIPPING DISCOURSE I LITERALLY DON'T CARE #best hits tag #i'm basing this entirely off the vibes i got from 2015/2016 tumblr #i just feel like the mizar the magnificent fanbase would be highkey insufferable lmao (to the dismay of all creators involved) #mizar the magnificent #transcendence au #alcor the dreambender #ian beale #mira ramachandran #rosa darling #alcor virus #al-v #twin souls #unreality #tumblr dashboard simulator #tumblr dash simulator

[alcorian-wizard]

i found out what shimeji are about a day ago and i've been determined to make an al-v shemeji ever since

but i just HAD to share this small sprite of the boy because I honestly think it's my magnum opus

#alcor #tau #transcendence au #alcor the dreambender #gravity falls #gravity falls au #tau art #art #al-v #alcor virus #alvie #animated sprite #gif #pixel animation #shimeji

[that-ghosts-art]

Finally finished my redraw of my Season Finale fanart from last year :)

Doing this I realised how messy my style has become recently, and while I’m not the happiest with how it turned out it was fun :) I especially had fun finding a way to incorporate Al-V (even if it doesn’t make the most sense, let’s just pretend he’s metaphorically sitting on Adams’ shoulders haha)

Previous versions under the cut :3

#art #my art #transcendence au #tau #Elizabeth adams #Alcor #henry pines #sywtbad #al-v #Alcor virus #season finale #redraw

[transcendence-au]

Does anyone happen to have the Al-V for blog theme code saved? I was looking for it, and I can't find it, it would be nice to add it back to my blog if it still works :''D And I'm assuming the shimeji of him that was posted before is no longer up too?

So, I can't find where the original post about the blog Alcor is, but I can tell you how to add him to your blog. You need to edit your theme (you can do this by going to your blog on desktop and clicking the paint palette icon in the top right). Then click Edit HTML in the top left. Finally, look for the text "<head>". It should be near the top. Put the following code right beneath that:

<script type="text/javascript" src="https://s3.amazonaws.com/thelittleprogrammingthings/tau_interactive.js"></script>

Next: the shimeji does still exist! The main post about it is here, but two of the important links don't work anymore. Luckily I have alternative links for you!

al-vi.nar

Alvie.zip

#mod talk #alcor virus #the alcor virus #al-v

[thatdisastrousfangirl]

Back in 2017 I drew fanart for @flying-guinea-pig ‘s fic Season Finale and now every year starting in 2021 I’ve been redrawing it and this is this year’s attempt :D don’t really know why I never shared them before but hey here it is now ^-^

Also you can see the previous versions of this below the cut (Warning the 1st is about as far from my best work as you can get haha)

~2022~

~2021~

~2017~

#transcendence au #tau #art #my art #fanart #alcor #technically #it’s still him he’s just shapeshifted :3 #Elizabeth adams #Alcor virus #al-v #I love redrawing stuff #it’s the easiest way to see how I’ve improved and comparing this year to to original makes me very happy haha

[alcorian]

me getting all huffy when people call me an AL-V kinnie as if thats not exactly what i am

#^ he has experienced the mortifying ordeal of being known #and hes mad about it #the alcor virus #transcendence au #alv posts

[sezija]

TAU fic recs (arranged in as close as i can get to chronological order)

Dipnip - Yggdrasil and its effects on Dipper (non-canon(?) past SA of Mabel) Henry&Mabel - How they met, fell in love, and got married The California Incident The Woodsman - How Henry became the Woodsman (Acacia loses her eye in chapter 6) Hank and his Supernatural Mafia The Scouring - Gideon attempts to undo the transcendence (Alcor is tortured; has a sequel) (Post-Mabel) Creation of the Circle of the Dreamer's Star Return, Rewind, Rewrite - Dipper makes a deal to become the twin of Mizar (Belle Sterling), forgetting who he is in the progress The Creation of the Alcor Virus The Rosewood Affair - The Alcor Virus inhabits a body and decides to go to school Jan Faust - A retelling of Jan Faust in the TAU universe; amazing series with much more amazing content So You Want To Be A Demonologist? - Alcor goes to college as Tyrone, a regular old human Reincarnation Blues - Bill Cipher is reincarnated as Ian Baele Toby Pines - Alcor freaks out over raising/taking care of Toby, Ian's/Bill's Reincarnation Bentley Farkas and Friends Haunted and Hunted - Alcor is forced to possess a selkie by a Government Alcor creates a new universe as the old one dies

#transcendence au #tau #fic rec #do NOT ask me how ive decided which fics happen before which. you do NOT want me to start talking abt it bc i will never stop. #ive just been hording this in a google doc for over a year so. #also if u want the link to the google doc i'll give it but WARNING it has my deranged ramblings abt the timeline #this is like. my 'required reading' list? #idk if thats the correct words. idk

[random-dragons-interest-hoarde]

Fun fact! I write a tad! chapter five out now for dreamers are out of fashion! The Alcor virus make's his appearence with Louis regretting waking up that morning. @transcendence-au

#trancendence au #gravity falls #Louis ackbash #Mephy mirthful #ren lavander #writing for me and me alone and you have to deal with it. #also give me attention ig #i can be both.

[fragments-of-a-world]

PINNED POST

This is a long post with a lot of things on it, but please do read it if you're new here!

First of all..

WARNINGS!

IMPORTANT ONE: This blog may contain dark content! This can entail: S/H, Depression, Suicide, Abuse, Death, Torture, Body Horror, and Gore. (Any bolded have made an active appearance, any italicized have been actively implied.) I WILL TAG THEM AS THEY APPEAR. THIS IS A PRE-WARNING.

This is a blog including as much from the Calamity Lore as I can. If I get something wrong? Uh. Whoops. This said though: I HAVE MADE SOME INTENTIONAL CHANGES. Not everything will be totally accurate to Calamity Lore, partially due to the fact that we don't have all the Calamity Lore since it's still being updated.

Everything else is less important, and will be under a Read More.

SETTING

The world has Corruption, Crimson, Hallow and the Astral Infection. The world from left to right is..

Ocean, Crimson, Astral Infection, Jungle, Desert, Forest, Tundra, Corruption, Dungeon, Sulphur Sea.

Yharim, is dead. He has been dead for a while, and there are currently no Heroes/Players in the world. There are also no present Town NPCs.

CHARACTERS

This will be a basic listing of all characters, askable or not. Askable will be bolded!

Abyssal: She/They/It, The Abyss. A trench beneath a sea of acid, filled with impenetrable darkness, and monsters of great power.. Abyssal is a warden at her core, and a stickler for the rules. Her will is absolute...

Alcore: They/Them, The Sulphur Sea. The acidic ocean full of pollution from Yharim's rule.. Alcore is resentful towards those who did this to them, but they have started to learn to accept themselves.

Asane: She/Her, The Ocean. An ocean of jellyfish and sharks, sirens and leviathans... Asane is a bubbly and cheery siren who is a tad forgetful, but always has your best interest at heart.

Asras: He/They, The Caverns. A vast space below the surface, full of stone and treasure.. Asras is aggressive and stern, with a fiery temper, and sharp claws made of metal.

Ayda: She/Her, The Jungle. A biome full of life, both flora and fauna. Recently recovering from an illness, Ayda is still as bright and chipper as she can be, and is doing her best to get back to her usual self.

Cade: He/They, The Crimson. A mass of flesh and gore, supposedly coming from the stars long, long before any humans walked the land.. Cade is.. shockingly cheery actually. He's chipper and excitable, and loves to cook!

Cendra: She/Her, The Underworld. The deepest depths... fire, ash, imps and demons fill this place, and Cendra is the queen of it all on a throne of bone and hellstone. Despite everything, she is laid back and ironically chill. She's a queen overall, though a more kindly one.

Core: She/Her, The Brimstone Crags. A portion of the Underworld where a city once stood, now burnt to a char.. Core is a quiet individual who is highly territorial of what remains of her home..

Dawn: They/Them, The Astral Infection. Unnatural and new, a virus from the stars upon the death of the God of the Stars, Astrum Deus.. Dawn is an odd character who has overarching goals that may affect the entire planet..

Hunter: He/Him, The Tundra. Magically frozen over for eternity, the magic that keeps it frozen is powerful enough to be self-sustained, and even affect Hunter. Hunter is incredibly tall compared to most other biomes, but he is a very gentle, shy, and soft-spoken regardless.

Lycitrius: He/Him, The Desert. Hot and dry with only an oasis as refuge from the heat.. Lycitrius has a fiery and competitive spirit, and is big on fairness and sportsmanship.

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Mycena: They/Them, Glowing Mushrooms. Many smaller biomes scattered about the caverns, they're a sight to behold with blue glowing shrooms. Mycena is small and childish, with a special touch that makes the world their trampoline.

Oceanid: She/Her, The Sunken Sea. A gentle place under the desert, full of low-oxygen waters, and crystals.. Oceanid is a gentle soul who cares a lot for others and wants to help however she can.

Ryuu: He/They, The Dungeon. A desecrated place, having been used as Yharim's dungeon, and now where corrupted souls full of hate and malice roam... Ryuu is a quiet vampire who never sleeps.. he can usually be found with a mug of coffee.

Shraz: She/It, The Lihzahrd Temple. A temple of near-impenetrable bricks within the Jungle.. most of the Lihzahrd people live here, as well as some other denizens of the jungle. Shraz is a creature of chaos, who is more creature in actions than person with too much energy.

Solmas: He/Him, The Corruption. A place of rot and illness, the Corruption is based upon the idea of Consumption and Death. Solmas in turn, is by nature rather manipulative, though he has been limiting this to mere mischievousness for a long time as he mellowed out over time.

Sunstepper: He/Him, Space. The endless and dark vast expanse of the depths of space.. There's more life than you would expect out there. Sunstepper himself is quiet and.. hurt. He has been through a lot in his lifetime and is still recovering from the past..

Valoel: She/Her, The Hallow. A place of purity and light in it's essence... but a lie in of itself. Valoel is an aggressive and violent person.. not one to be approached unless you're prepared for the reaction..

Zaca: She/Her, The Forest/Purity. The most simple and safe of biomes.. where the home lies, at the center of the world. Zaca is sweet and carefree. She loves to help and she's friends with everyone really.

#pinned post

[brownsplodge]

Pencil Sketch of Alvie because I was in school when I made this.

#Alcor Virus #Al-v #Transcendence au

[toothpastecanyon]

It's the end of the universe. The end of everything. The end of Al-V.

#transcendence au #alcor virus #toothwrites

[flying-guinea-pig]

Not What He Seems ch.11

AO3 linky

Chapter 11 – Ducktective On The Case

“So what do we know,” Dipper said, clearing the whiteboard with a gesture. “A nineteen year old student of Oregon University and her parents, an elderly couple from the Circle, and an ageing Twin Souls fangirl. Fanwoman? That doesn’t sound right. Anyway! What do they have in common?”

He mindlessly chewed on the black marker, which immediately burst under his teeth and sprayed his face with ink. 

Lolonja helpfully brought him another napkin. He cleaned his face and threw the marker on the pile next to the whiteboard, which already consisted of several others. 

The Flock was spread around his thinking spot, keeping careful watch and dining on the grass-that-wasn’t-grass of his part of the Mindscape. 

“Baaa,” Groknar the Destroyer offered. “Baaa-aaa.”

“Well yes, they’re all somehow related to me, I got that,” Dipper said, and willed a new marker into existence. “That doesn’t explain why they all had my summoning circle, but I got none of their summons. Someone else did. How? And who?”

“Baaa-aaaa,” said Cupcake, apparently wanting to be a part of things. Since she was the only completely ordinary sheep in the Flock, she couldn’t add anything to the conversation. Dipper ignored her, thinking hard.

Stealing another demon's summons was possible, technically. It was one of the big no-no's in demon culture, though. Obeying niceties wasn't in their nature, but if the demon whose summons you just stole was coming to take their revenge, you quickly learned to be more mindful of the rules. It still happened, of course. But who would be suicidal enough to steal from him?

No, it had to be a mistake with the circles themselves, or he would at least have gotten a call. Stealing a circle was tricky, you had to be quicker than the original recipient of the summons. He should have noticed something if it had happened - and not just once, but three times!

At least three times, he glumly corrected himself. Maybe more often... He didn't know.

If he had a sample of that circle, maybe he'd know more. Maybe he could cajole someone into performing it so he could just grab whoever showed up - wait, no, that wouldn't work, they wouldn't steal his summons if they knew he was waiting. And a decent chunk of higher-level demons weren't limited to the Mindscape, they could hang around in the real world intangibly and observe. Like he used to, back in the beginning.

Damn, was the whole world set on reminding him of his early days? First that portal and Adams, then that horrible guest speaker… 

Dipper clenched his fist. The marker shattered. Ugh, again?

"I need to see those circles," he decided. He didn't have a picture of them, but he knew where to find it. And apparently he knew someone in the police department these days. "I'll be back, guys. Stay alert."

After Chavazikel's intrusion into his Mindscape he couldn't leave the Flock for long without worrying about them. Which was stupid, because they could take care of themselves, but - wait. 

Chavazikel.

Could he be responsible? Dipper hadn't tracked the other dream demon down yet, busy with too many other things. He’d thought he had plenty of time for that. Chavazikel wouldn't be stupid enough to try something again, and it was more fun to let him stew in his terror while Dipper waited for him to resurface from whatever hole he was hiding in, right?

Unless... unless he was responsible, somehow. Could a little dream demon like Chavazikel actually steal a summons from him? Dipper had nothing else to go on, though… he really needed to track him down.

Postponing that for an hour or more wouldn't make a difference at this point, would it? Nah, Chavazikel could wait a little while longer. Right now it was early evening in Oregon, and Dipper had an old classmate to visit.

Aside from his regular friends and Adams, he didn't have a lot of interactions with the rest of his fellow graduates. Carver gave him the occasional summons, Watson had called him once. Brennan never had, but he was the police department's resident demon consultant, so he would have access to all crime scene pictures.

Dipper made sure his Tyrone disguise was as human-like as ever, and tessered away.

He appeared in an alley nearby the main police office. This was the largest building, Brennan should have an office somewhere inside. Now the main question was, how difficult were they going to be if he just barged in asking to speak to their demonologist? Hm.

Another flicker of power rippled over him and he shook his shoulders loose under the sensation. Invisible and intangible he moved through the doors. 

A warding line surrounded the entrance, but hey, he was Alcor!

He investigated it for a moment. Tripping that sigil looked like it might set off an alarm... Oh, wait, was that an Eye of Truth interwoven with the edges? Ugh, those magitech cameras were going to pick him up, despite being invisible, weren’t they. Sheesh, paranoid much?

Whatever. He didn't have time to waste being careful, he was in a hurry here!

With a roll of his eyes, Dipper just pushed through the wards and into the building. An alarm started blaring immediately, but he ignored the confusion and rising fear as he moved past the cameras.

He spotted Brennan exiting an office, eyes wide and his hands already at his belt of demonology supplies. Dipper stopped him in his tracks with a bit of magic and pushed him back into the office. Had anyone seen it? Better lock the door behind him, to be sure. 

Brennan didn't look the slightest bit relieved when Dipper released the invisibility on himself and greeted him as Tyrone, Normal Human Boy.

"It's you," Brennan whispered, backing away. He tripped over his own desk chair and fell to the floor.

"Hi, sorry about the fuss," Dipper said, with a vague gesture towards the other side of the door, where the alarm overwhelmed all other noise. The ringing was annoying, so with a thought he soundproofed this room. "I don't really have time to do this the subtle way. Didn't mean to start a panic, though. I need those pictures you've got."

Brennan didn't ask which pictures he meant. He shook his head, trembling on the ground. "It doesn't matter," he said. "You can destroy them, but by now everyone knows. They've already spread around."

"What? I'm not here to - to cover my tracks, or whatever you're thinking," Dipper sputtered. "I just want to see them. Because whatever summoning circle is on them, it can't be mine."

“You can’t trick me, you can’t trick me, you can’t trick me…”

“I’m not trying to,” Dipper interrupted his mutterings. “Listen, Brennan. It’s just me, okay? We had class together? You don’t need to be scared.”

At least that snapped him out of it, even if it wasn’t quite the reaction Dipper had hoped for.

“I know it’s you!” Brennan said. “I know you are the Dreambender, and I inspected those circles myself! They’re yours! It’s your symbol in the centre!”

“Then someone stole the summons from me, but I know I didn’t do this,” Dipper bit back. Sighed, and dragged a hand through his hair. “Okay, I don’t want to yell at you. Just let me see the pictures myself, Brennan, and I’ll leave you alone. Deal?”

“Alone? That’s an obvious loophole,” Brennan spat back, apparently having found his courage after the initial shock. “You’re going to kill everyone in this building except me, that’s what you mean?”

“How about you don’t immediately think the worst of me,” Dipper said. “I know it looks bad, okay? But I’m not asking much. I just want to figure out what is happening. Someone is trying to frame me.”

“And I’m just supposed to believe you.”

“Okay, fine,” Dipper said, now definitely annoyed. “How about this deal then? You show me the pictures I want to see, and I won’t tesser you to a random city on the other side of the world.”

Brennan gaped at him. “You can’t do that!”

“I’m a demon outside of a binding circle, I do what I want. Do we have a deal or are you feeling like practising your Swedish today?”

Hesitation. Brennan slowly got up from the floor, keeping the sturdy desk between them. “You only want to see the pictures?”

Finally! “Yes.”

“Alright. Deal,” Brennan said, with a wary look. He sat down behind his desk and tapped on the computer. “But you may not like what you see.”

Dipper didn’t.

He was no stranger to carnage. The blood and gore didn’t rattle him anymore. They blotted out most of the summoning circles, especially the edges where the broken binding would have been. But the centre, where the symbol of the summoned demon should be…

It was his. The one eyed, winged star. Those circles should have called him. But they hadn’t.

Had they?

No. No, he was not going down that road. He knew what set off the rampages that everyone was so afraid of, and this time there was no reason. He still had friends here, ties to humanity. Even rattled by the portal he had to dismantle and the memories that kept intruding lately – he wasn’t losing himself. 

He was still Dipper, not just another demon.

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Long plane journeys still didn’t agree with her, but Elisabeth had to admit they were becoming easier. With all the excitement in the rest of her life, a few hours to relax and read were surprisingly welcome. Even the Alcor Virus had given in and promised not to bother her too much. It was still lounging on her phone screen, of course, but at least it had stopped hiding her reading app. Now she only had to get it to stop making comments about the story while she was reading it.

[The butler did it.]

Elisabeth rolled her eyes, typing her reply. [That makes no sense.]

[It’s always the butler. The one who has access to the house, and who is trusted. Do you know anything about detective stories?]

[I know there wouldn’t be much of a mystery if it was the butler each and every time] she replied.

The little chibi Alcor on her screen seemed to think it over, tapping a finger against its chin. [Maybe it was a secret evil twin then.]

[You’re being ridiculous.]

[It’s a classic story! Never seen Ducktective?]

She was so engrossed in her discussion with the Alcor Virus about which detective was best and no, a duck wasn’t even in the running, that she wasn’t paying much attention to the other passengers boarding the plane.

A burly man sat down in the seat next to her. Her nose crinkled. Hadn’t he ever heard of showers? This was going to be a long flight…

The man had a tattoo around his wrist, she noticed. One that looked vaguely familiar… oh, right, that was Freghnup’s symbol. She recognised it from the Safe Summons List. Huh, she didn’t even know little demons like them had worshippers. 

Well, there was no rule against being stupid, unfortunately.

She returned her attention to her phone screen, which the Alcor Virus was currently filling with little shorts from some ancient cartoon series. 

[I was reading, you know.]

[Yes, yes, I’ll let you get back to that, but first you’ve just got to watch the first episode!]

-----

His scent was long gone from Dipper’s part of the Mindscape. Still, he had to try.

Dipper kneeled down in the spot where Star had been attacked. He leaned towards the grass, breathing in deeply through his mouth. The grass, lush with his power. Traces of Star’s blood, her fear. The scent of the rest of the Flock, old and new.

There. That little tingle on his tongue. It didn’t taste like his own magic. 

Just a spark, a thread, a hint. But maybe it was enough.

He concentrated on it, this little drop of another demon’s essence, and reached out, sniffing for more traces. Then he set off.

In the end he didn’t even need to tap into his semi-omniscience to find Chavazikel. The trail led him through several distant corners of the Mindscape – the outer edges, in a way, if something that was infinite could have something like edges. The parts of it that the smallest demons claimed, far away from the realms of the stronger ones.

The trail led through several of these little domains. If he hadn’t been so focused on his hunt, Dipper might have wondered about that.

Borders meant nothing to him, of course. He was Alcor. He ignored the few nightmares he encountered, which was easy because they fled at his approach. Chavazikel’s own piece of the Mindscape was still the smoking ruin Dipper had left it.

Ah, there.

It was a cave, of a sort, only the walls weren’t stone but carved from Missed Opportunities. They whispered as Dipper entered the darkness inside, and curled little tendrils at him, like fingers reaching out but always just shy of touching him.

… should have listened to her….

… should have taken that job…

… should have kept the money…

… should have tried…

… should have…

With a flex of power Dipper silenced the whispers. The Mindscape could be annoying like this – concepts floating around, taking shape. There was a large bubbling tar pit full of Toxic Family Visits near the Organ Duck’s realm, and Dipper had gone ice-skating once or twice on the frozen lake of Postponed Plans.

Chavazikel was in the back of the cave, easy to spot now the whispers had ceased. The small dream demon met his eyes as he approached. 

He looked frightened, Dipper thought. Good.

But… he wasn’t trying to flee.

“We need to talk,” Dipper said, and closed off the escape route before Chavazikel could come to his senses. “You attacked my Flock. Why?”

Chavazikel took the appearance of a horse-headed figure with too many limbs, an ooze-like mane dripping around the edge of a yellow woolly hat. A furnace of black fire glowed inside his chest, visible through the many cracks in his skin. He bowed his head now, that same fire burning in his five eyes. “I don’t need to tell you anything, Dreambender.”

That was daring. That was almost as good as proof he was involved in all this recent trouble.

“Fine,” Dipper said, reaching out towards the other dream demon and sticking a hand straight in his chest. “Then I’ll just devour your soul and I’ll consider us even, shall I?”

The sticky charcoal of Chavazikel’s soul tingled between his fingers. He closed them, intent on pulling the whole thing out. 

That idiot wasn’t even trying to fight him –

Huh?

He tried to close his fingers again, but couldn’t. Something was stopping him. He yanked his hand out, but it came back empty, the other demon’s soul still visible between the new crack in his stone chest.

“You can’t,” Chavazikel gasped. Straightened his back, and laughed. “You can’t harm me! It ac̝̭͖̪t͎̪͍ua̰̖ll̟͍̜̱̙y ͎̖͔̞̲̬̘wo̠͈r̠̫͚̣̣ḵ̜͍͉̟̺͚e͙̬̗̰͇d͚!”

“What worked?” Dipper snapped. What the hell was going on here?

“The great and mighty Dreambender,” that weak, little dream demon laughed. “Look at you now. All confused. We don’t need to tell you anything! And y̬̻o̰̙̫̜̹̮u͚ ̙̟̠͙c̬̗̞an’̰͎̬̗͈̼̲ṭ̩͈̩ ̯̜͖̱m̙̪̹a̩̺̣̯͈̺̩k̜̪̝͙e͇̥͔̪̟ ̼̼̫͓͍u͍̝̲s͓̟̦!̘̫̠͙”

“You know what, I don’t like this,” Dipper said. He reached out with his power, shaping the cave into a prison. “I think I’ll just put you in time-out for now.”

Chavazikel was still laughing when Dipper left.

… should have killed him… the walls whispered in his passing. 

Dipper growled. “I know!”

-----

The pub was a long, narrow building wedged between a store selling suspiciously vague ‘herbal supplies’ and a hotel that had all its windows boarded up. A group of leprechauns in long leather coats were idling next to their parked motorbikes. They turned to give dark looks towards Brad as he passed their street corner.

“Hiya guys!” Maria greeted them, and one of them nodded back at her while the other two kept their glares aimed at Brad. “Come on, what are you waiting for? Don’t mind the O’Shiver boys. Come on, go inside.”

“I’d rather be murdered in a classier place,” Brad said, but against his better judgement he let Maria herd him and Eddy through the door of the pub.

The inside was slightly better than the outside. A narrow room, made cloudy by the sputtering fog machine near the ‘dance floor’ and the greasy smoke coming from the direction of the kitchen. The tables were sticky and when he sat down, he discovered the chair was as well.

There were only a few other patrons, a bunch of sallow-looking people hanging around the counter, who were quietly conversing with the bartender.

“Wow, it is dead in here,” Eddy said.

Maria shrugged. “It’s a weekday, what do you expect?”

“Isn’t this a preter bar?”

“Preternaturals have day jobs too, you know.”

“Don’t see many here,” Brad said, with a wary look around. The bartender gave him a hard stare. Brad quickly avoided his eyes again. He probably shouldn’t have worn his nice jacket to come here. The universe clearly didn’t like him to dress up and was giving hints. “So this is your new job, huh? This, uh, very cheery place.”

“Yep! I start tomorrow. But the boss invited me to have a drink here, tonight, for free. Get to know the place informally, and all that. Said I should bring my friends, so I guess that’s you two jokers.”

“It was very nice of you to invite us,” Brad said, trying to unstick his leg from where it seemed to have fused to the chair. “Too nice. Really. Next time, feel free to ask Thomas and Tyrone.”

“Thomas would rather mope around his apartment,” Maria said, with a roll of her eyes. “And with everything that’s happened I think Tyrone has other things on his plate right now. Did you hear?”

“Hear what?” Brad said. Sheesh, was he going to have to rip his pants if he wanted to get up? What exactly had spilled here? 

“Bad things, dude,” Eddy said, subdued. “There’s been some grisly demon murders, and people are blaming Alcor.”

“Seriously?” He was a terrifyingly powerful demon, of course. But he was also Tyrone, who cried at old movies and cuddled whatever wasn’t fast enough to move away when he got into the Yggdrasil. “More cult activity?”

“No,” Eddy said. “That’s the problem. According to the investigations, these people were mostly, well... Kinda innocent.”

“It was on the afternoon news,” Maria added.

He did not like that sinking feeling in his stomach he suddenly got. “I had a meeting, didn’t watch the news. But it sounds… I don’t know. Do you think he’s going bad again?”

Maria punched his shoulder. “Don’t joke about that.”

“I’m not joking. And ouch.” At least that explained one thing. “Thomas must be really torn right now. I guess that’s why he is moping?”

“No, he sounded pretty convinced that Tyrone is being framed somehow. It’s being suspended that bothers him, obviously.”

Suspended! Brad frowned. “How come I’m always the last one to hear anything?”

“Well, I live in the building across from Thomas,” Eddy shrugged.

“And I’m naturally nosy,” Maria said. “You want to stay in the loop, make some effort to do so, dude.”

“If Alcor’s going bad, I want to stay far away from that loop,” Brad said. Had Tyrone been different lately? More distant, perhaps. But Brad had blown him off a lot too, so he couldn’t really blame his demon buddy. “Are we sure the people he murdered weren’t harbouring deep dark secrets, or something?”

“A student and her parents, an elderly couple of Alcor cultists, and a writer,” Maria said, with a raised brow. “Clearly they were all horrible people who kept children in their basements and kicked puppies.”

“Well, do you know why he would do it then?” Brad argued. “I mean, his own cultists. Makes no sense.”

“Lots of demons kill their own cultists first,” Eddy said. “Easiest prey, right? Er. Not that I think Tyrone did it. Just saying.”

“At least the writer makes sense,” Maria said, and added to Brad: “She wrote books about Alcorian myth in pop culture. Was a huge Twinner in her younger days.”

Eep. “That’s no reason to kill her!”

“Better watch your step, dude. Brad? Stars, Brad, that was a joke,” Maria sighed. “This is Tyrone we’re talking about. He gave you that magical protection thingy on your forehead and everything, he’s not going to kill you.”

“You don’t know that!”

“I do know that, because he’s our friend. We know him. Thomas thinks he’s being framed and I bet that’s exactly what’s happening here.” She made a vague gesture around them. “If he was going bad, it wouldn’t happen like this, right? He’s too clever to get caught so easily.”

“That’s a really weak argument,” Brad said. He looked at Eddy, who seemed conflicted. “What do you think?”

Eddy shook his head. “I don’t know. I trust Tyrone. But, dude… maybe this is how it happens. Maybe that’s why they say he has two faces. He might not even know he’s doing it.”

“Like a literal split personality thing?” Maria frowned. “Come on, you don’t believe that.”

“I don’t know.” Brad said. “Eddy could be on to something there.”

“Ugh, I need a drink,” Maria muttered. Twitched. “Guys? I’m stuck to my seat. I can’t get up.”

“Oh, I thought it was just me,” Brad said. “These chairs need cleaning –“

“No, doofus, I’m literally stuck!”

“Same,” Eddy said. “Hey, uh, dudes? This may not be the right moment to mention it, but, er… why are all those people wearing robes suddenly?”

They looked at the group by the bar counter. 

One of those robed people moved towards the door and locked it, flipping the sign to ‘closed’ in a slow, deliberate movement. The bartender reached underneath the bar and took a long green hood, which he donned.

“Hey, Maria?”

“What is it, Brad?”

“Congratulations on your new job.”

“Ugh.”

-----

‘We,’ Chavazikel had said. ‘Us.’

He wasn’t working alone. But how was Dipper supposed to figure out who he was working with? And what the hell was going on? 

He needed to talk to other demons. Well, fine. He knew a place.

Dipper wasn’t a regular patron of the Midway Bar. Some members of the Flock liked to go there, but he’d never really seen the appeal. Other demons were annoying, fearful little things. Hanging around in the real world was much better than this fake version of it.

He’d visited once or twice, though, mostly to make a point. Today his point would be bigger and sharper. 

He threw open the door and stepped inside. The bar was nearly empty. Some assorted nightmares glanced up at his entrance and huddled over their drinks when they spotted the expression on his face. A few actual demons were present, of different ranks. A couple of them were playing a dice game of some sort. 

“Right, listen up!” Dipper drew their attention. “I want to know who is working with Chavazikel!”

“And I want to have my Bloody Mary in peace,” the jackal-like demon sitting next to the door muttered. “You’re letting a draft in.”

Dipper planted both his hands on that demon’s table. “I ̘̩͎h̼̠̘e̘̭̱a͔̙̩̘̼͉̯r̤̙d͙̮͍̭̗͓͍ ̖͉̖̹̬̱t͍̭͕̜̱h͉a̼̗̻̜̰ͅt̹.”

The jackal demon slid his chair backwards, away from him. “Wait, wait, you’re not supposed to fight here!”

“I’m not looking for a fight, I’m looking for answers,” Dipper said. “But if I don’t get the latter I might just settle for the former.”

The Bartender cleared their throat. Met Dipper’s eyes, and meaningfully tapped the little metal plate on the wall next to the counter. The Rules.

Dipper strode up to him. Little was known about the Bartender and exactly what kind of demon they were, but they had managed to enforce the Rules for millennia. They had to be pretty high level.

Dipper could take them, though. He was sure of it.

“What can I get you, Dreambender?” the Bartender asked, idly polishing a glass. Like nothing was wrong. Like there weren’t demons stealing summons from Alcor and magically immune to his revenge and ruining his reputation in the real world –

“Information,” Dipper said. “About –“

The Bartender held up their hand, motioning him to quiet. “What will you pay for it?”

Dipper was not in the mood to haggle. “What’s it worth?”

“To you?” The Bartender held their head angled, as if they were thinking about it. “How about one favour, to be cashed in at a moment of my choosing.”

“Forget it,” Dipper said. “I’ll figure it out myself.”

“Suit yourself,” the Bartender said. “Anything else?”

Something gurgled next to Dipper’s elbow. He looked aside, to where the Organ Duck was oozing. “What is it, am I standing in your way?”

Brian didn’t reply to that provocation. It just oozed meaningfully and pointed one bloody limb in the direction of an empty table in the far back.

Dipper was ready to ignore that… until he realised that the table wasn’t empty. Someone was hiding underneath.

He nodded his thanks to the Organ Duck – Brian wasn’t so bad, for a demon – and approached the table. It was a sad attempt at hiding, really.

Dipper grabbed the cluster of bloody metal scissors that peaked out underneath the edge and dragged the rest of the demon from under the table. “Hello there, Itpolec. Long time no see. I was sure someone had eaten you by now.”

“I had nothing to do with it!” Itpolec gibbered, its wooden teeth clattering against each other as it trembled. “You gotta believe me, Normal Human Tyrone!”

“Yeah, not͝ ͜t́ód̕aỳ,” Dipper said, and deposited the other demon into a chair. “You know something. T́a͚͚l͏̞͎̜̦k̫̫̪.”

“I’m not involved! I told them, I told them we couldn’t!”

“Itpolec, buddy. Look where we are.” Dipper gestured to the rest of the bar, who were obviously eavesdropping with interest. “This is the Midway Bar. No fighting here, right? Gotta obey the rules. So you and I are just going to have a little talk, all friendly-like. Does that sound good to you?”

The lime green protrusions on Itpolec’s body curled, like wilting grass. It licked its lips. “Friendly?”

“Oh yeah, sure!” Dipper said. He threw an arm around Itpolec’s shoulders. “And buddy, if I think you’re lying or leaving something out? Well, I wouldn’t want old Bartender to give me a disapproving look, of course. So then we’ll take this outside, like gentlemen.”

Itpolec quivered.

It started talking.

----

Closing up duty took longer than usual today. Elisha sighed as the last of the clients finally left. Mrs Patrick’s colouring job had been such a mess, it had been tricky to solve. Elisha had politely reminded her that those drugstore bleach kits were perhaps not such a good idea, and she should leave the hair dyeing to the professionals if she wanted a professional result. Not with those words, of course. Mrs Patrick was difficult enough to work with on the best of days, and today she had been fuming.

The unexpected dye job had meant working overtime, but they could use the money, if Thomas’s suspension turned into a dismissal.

She had already cleaned up the chemicals while Mrs Patrick was sitting under the drying hood. Now she only had to close up the till, make sure her workspace was tidy. Her colleagues had left an hour ago and it was already dark out.

Sylvi had been avoiding her today. Normally that would suit Elisha just fine, but when the noon news burst came on and the radio host talked about what they now called the Alcor Murders… Sylvi had looked at her, and she had looked back, and she had felt awful, even if nothing about this was her fault.

Neither of them had said anything.

Elisha made quick work of her remaining tasks and closed up. The Car was parked in the back, out of view from the street after a few too many complaints about how a wreck didn’t fit in the street image. Even after it got a fresh coat of paint, honestly. People were so quick to judge a book by its cover! 

She turned the corner of the building, towards the badly illuminated parking lot. A tingle ran over her back.

Was she being watched?

She subtly slid one hand inside her purse and found the mace hidden there. Sanctified mace, but it would still work just fine on ordinary human assailants.

The parking lot was so close now. She would be at The Car soon, and then –

Footsteps, right behind her. She turned around, in time to see the three robed figures grabbing for her. The closest one got an eyeful of mace before she turned back and started running.

Heels! She loved her heels, and she could walk all day on them without any issue, but running for her life was not the same!

The remaining two creeps were gaining on her. One did a little sprint and grabbed her arm, twisting her around –

An engine roared. The robed man let her go, because he and his friend were suddenly preoccupied by trying to outrun a raging vehicle. The Car chased them around the parking lot before stopping in front of Elisha, throwing open its doors and letting her crawl inside.

She pressed her back against the seat. Her arm was going to bruise, she knew. 

Deep breaths now.

In the glow of the headlights, the robes of her assailants were chartreuse yellow and turning blotchy red from their injuries as they were hanging by their arms from the fire escape, screaming whenever the Car put its front wheels on the wall and tried to edge closer.

Her hands were shaking. She took her phone and dialled the emergency line. 

With her other hand she patted the dashboard.

“Good Car.”

-----

Above, the sunset painted the world red.

“It’s time for the main event,” he said, and the fire behind him flared. “Timing will be essential. Achieve this, and you will all be rewarded.”

His worshippers were a sea of kneeling bodies in front of him. There had been mutterings about having to cooperate with lesser cults, but he’d put an end to that. Making an example of them had been amusing, but tonight? 

Tonight was going to be the cherry on top.

“Yes, my Liege,” his high priest said, bowing to him. “We are at your service.”

“You are,” he agreed, and looked at the room full of bowed heads. He tapped a finger against his chin, musing about his next step. “Now, who shall I wear for this occasion?”

----

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[transcendence-au]

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[alcorian]

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[📰] Interview: P1Harmony Want to Speak their Truth

One day, a mysterious virus appears. It seeps through every crack on Earth, swift and uncontrollable, infecting millions of people. Soon enough, a global pandemic sets in and the worst facets of humanity flourish—wrath, viciousness, extermination.

To a person living in 2020, this paragraph is nothing extraordinary. We have now become used to a daily, dim diet of updates about the COVID-19 outbreak wreaking havoc in the world. But last year, when everyone was still blissfully unaware, the six members of soon-to-be P1Harmony (P1H) were recording their ambitious full-length movie, centered around this same theme. “People might think that we predicted the future or something, but it was a very weird coincidence for us as well,” says Keeho, the Korean-Canadian leader of the group. “We made a movie about a virus and, sadly, this situation happened.”

P1H: A New World Begins hit Korean cinemas on October 8, and is the first-ever feature film to revolve around a K-pop group’s universe. In it, P1Harmony plays extraordinary versions of themselves that are the world’s only hope against the devastating Alcor virus. With cameos by Yoo Jae-seok, Jung Hae-in, Jung Jin-young, CNBlue’s Yonghwa, AOA’s Seolhyun, and more, the movie is a compelling introduction to FNC Entertainment’s newest boy group.

Twenty days after the movie premiere, P1Harmony finally made their official debut with the brassy, powerful “Siren,” off the EP Disharmony: Stand Out. And now, a few weeks into their busy schedules, they are sitting in a conference room to talk to Seoulbeats over Skype. It’s past 11pm in Seoul and they are still in their Show Champion outfits, but the energy in the room is unrelenting. After training for a whole year together, Keeho says that their debut “feels just like a dream.” The most talkative members—Jiung, Intak, and Keeho—take the front row, while Jongseob, Theo, and Soul sit behind them, following along with observant eyes and keen remarks. 

“The connection between the movie and our album is the virus,” explains the lavender-haired maknae Jongseob. Despite recently turning 15, he speaks with the wisdom of a seasoned idol — in 2017, he won the competition show K-pop Star 6, and in 2018 he endured YG’s survival show Treasure Box. “In the movie, the virus is a metaphor to show that the world is in a disconnected state, so we got together to bring peace to this world. The six of us are here to stand up for what we feel it’s right and speak our truth,” he adds. 

Differently from the SARS-CoV-2, the Alcor virus from A New World Begins is spread by drones who detect human voices. It’s a pandemic of silence — a parallel to feeling impotent against dominant structures — and to survive, you have to keep your mouth shut. That’s why speaking up is so important to P1Harmony. “Because we are teenagers, we tried to portray the things that people our age go through and inspire them to do what they want, regardless of what others are saying or thinking,” explains Keeho, his articulate words complemented by wide hand gestures.

In these moments, it’s easy to see why Keeho was chosen as the leader: he knows when to take the reins, but is also encouraging towards the other members, helping in translations and making sure everyone has the space to talk. At 19, he is part of P1Harmony’s hyung line along Theo and Jiung, but he affirms that age difference is never an issue. “We just talk to each other as friends, we rely on each other a lot, communicate a lot, give feedback. I don’t feel much pressure [being a leader] anymore because I know I can trust my members to do their best,” he says.

Rapper and dancer Soul, who is half-Korean but was born in Japan, is a testament to Keeho’s words. The members call him a “viber” — a word they invented to express Soul’s easygoing nature — but he affirms that adapting to the group as a foreigner was “not difficult at all.” Rather, the five other members of P1Harmony could be described as “vibers” themselves, gliding along the waves of an unprecedented year and trying to enjoy the present moment.

But knowing how to vibe doesn’t mean it’s all roses. Theo, a passionate vocalist who was sure he wanted to be a singer since childhood, reflects that “it’s a bit unfortunate that we couldn’t perform in front of our fans in person yet,” and Intak, Soul, and Jongseob, who still go to school, acknowledge the difficulty of working long hours. “For music programs, we do pre-recordings during early mornings and then go to classes after. It’s hard, but we try to balance as much as we can,” reveals Intak in his characteristic liveliness. “Your thoughts define who you are,” he continues. “Despite the negatives and hardships, I try to be optimistic, control my mind, and bring out good vibes as much as I can.”

This spirit is reflected throughout Disharmony: Stand Out. A collection of powerful hip hop sounds and echoes of old-school K-pop, it also features lyrics written or co-written by the members in all tracks. “We wrote a lot as trainees, but because we were writing for our album this time, me and Jongseob just tried to enjoy the process. We talked a lot about keywords, about what we should write, and the experience was really fun and satisfying,” says Intak.

“We wanted to emphasize our personal traits,” further explains Jiung. A versatile singer, rapper, and dancer, he also revealed a talent for comedy when asked about his hidden skills. “I’m great at cycling. I was so great that I almost entered a professional competition when I was in school. Thanks to that, I have really nice, strong, thick thighs.” Keeho confirms, saying that Jiung’s thighs are, indeed, “very thick.” Needless to say, the room cracks up in laughter, while Jongseob covers his face in disbelief.

It takes a good minute until everyone fully recovers, but this irreverence is part of the group’s solid foundations. By showing their own colors and standing up for their message, whether it’s hilarious anecdotes, breaking stereotypes in “Intro; Breakthrough,” or enjoying what you can’t avoid in “Nemonade,” P1Harmony is set for a bright future.

A New World Begins has an open ending that suggests the possibility of a sequel. “There’s nothing officially set in stone, but maybe there’s some thoughts about it. Maybe!” says Keeho, but he does confirm that a second album is in the works right now—cue in Jiung’s “ta-dahhhhhh!” and a round of applause by the other members. “Hold on! We have never told anyone about this before,” he realizes. “We cannot tell you when it will come out, but we can say that we are working hard on it, and it’s something you guys should keep an eye out for.”

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