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call-me-cosmic · 5 months
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May I offer you some Amnesiac Stan in these trying times?
What if Stan’s memories came back a lot slower? Or what if he had a lot more blank spots? I just feel like we need more Amnesiac Stan art, y’know?
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myfaveisfuckable · 11 months
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Rants!
Stanchez: What's better than one gross old an of dubious morality? TWO gross old men of dubious morality!
Well, no... actually, to be honest, I've only seen one episode of Rick & Morty and didn't like it, so I don't really care for this ship in general. BUT there's one fanfic that made this ship into the STUPIDEST MOST HILARIOUS LOVE TRIANGLE AND I LOVE IT
The fic series:
Trying to explain the love triangle ("love triangle"): Rick Sanchez and Ford Pines were in college together. And then 10~15 years later Rick reconnects with "Ford Pines" (actually Stan b/c of the whole dimensional portal thing), they have an awkward if passionate affair for a short while before Stan breaks it off, and Rick's just never gotten over it for 30 years.
This is all fine and good until jump to the present (2012), Ford is back, and so are various other characters, including some OCs with ties to Rick Sanchez. And they all have to work together to save the world/beat Bill/etc. read the fic if you want details. But in the middle they also have to deal with fallout of STAN LYING ABOUT HIS IDENTITY FOR 30 YEARS and also RICK SOMEHOW NOT NOTICING THE DIFFERENCE. It's very dramatic and very dumb and only a love triangle in the sense that there are three people who are all very embarrassed and very mad at eachother, but as a reader I am ABSOLUTELY Michael-Jackson-eating-popcorn-meme over this.
(...and later the author retconned the latter part by bringing in the Gravity Falls memory gun, which IMO is waay less fun. But for the first half of the fic where I thought Rick Sanchez was just dating a completely different man and either didn't realize or didn't question it, THAT was hilarious)
(btw the fic in question is mostly very good! the love triangle stuff is a sideplot, it mostly centers around the adventures of Ripley, amnesiac dimension hopper who is space-gladiator married to Ford and beat him back to Gravity Falls to have adventures with the gang there, and Ripley is great.)
Raqio/remnan: mean nb + traumatised dude but i think they should kiss + in the canon ending they start a revolution together + raqio looks like a peacock + remnan has a sibling dynamic with a literal beluga whale TO ME
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lonelysa1lor · 22 days
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Question, who are the Timekeeper and the Curator in this AU??
Bleep bloop :3
The Timekeeper and The Curator in the AU are the Axolotl and The Oracle. While there's no official Jheselbraum Art for this AU yet (though there is a doodled meme if you look in the TSPP tag), There is a design for what the Axolotl looks like made by @theautismgoblin !
In this AU, Ford types out 'EVERYTHING' instead of 'STANLEY PINES'. Due to this Bill never finished his message for the Axolotl, he was too slow. But since Bill is an immortal entity made of energy, and the energy that Bill has cannot be eradicated. Only changed. Combine this with the slowly decaying mind of a Human man in his late 50s (on a good day) and you wind up unintentionally creating a place between time and space! Yippee!
Jheselbraum, seeing this occur, rolls up during the early days of the parable loops (after Bill 'created it') and begins messing with it in order to keep Bill in a loop, hoping to hold him there until he dies. Sadly, this means Stanley is also held in the loop, but they were both meant to be erased in the first place. So it's not really that bad of a thing, just speeding up a lag in the system.
The Axolotl is mostly unaware of this occuring until they manage to pick up on Bills location, they find the gap and witness The Parable. They are unable to simply grab Bill and Stan and get them out of there because it would probably do more harm than good. A giant powerful entity attempting to hand pick two amnesiacs in a place that is already on the edge of collapsing at any moment doesn't make a recipe for fun, who would've thought?
The Axolotl instead chooses to try reach out to Stanley more subtly (Stanley has already been getting vague memories back at this point,but nothing concrete). Appearing in clocks and computers, sometimes he can be found chilling in the bucket! He also makes an appearance during the Museum Ending instead of Jheselbruam.
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goat-and-a-pig · 30 days
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The normal fairy tale plot you've always loved takes on a paranormal twist with the characters of Gravity Falls...
"Stud Pilfer", one of Stanley Pines' many aliases, in on the run when he stumbles upon a mysterious portal leading to another world. When he climbs up into a strange spaceship, he meets Icarus, an amnesiac who dreams of returning to his home dimension after living with an odd savior Bill Cipher and a mutated little girl named Mabel.
Icarus and Stan set off to recover Icarus' memories and rediscover his past in the small kingdom of Gravity Falls. Along the way they meet many interesting townsfolk, from thugs to guards to a helpful handyman, all while realizing that Icarus' past, present, and future may be more complicated then they ever could've imagined...
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elishevart · 1 year
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BrotherRemember seems intriguing... (From the wip tag/ask game)
Thank you^^
I’ll admit, this story, at least the beginning is based on the Supernatural episode About a Boy.
okay so brother remember comes from the idea that Stan got cursed by a witch while he was living on the street. That witch was kinda like the one from Hansel and Gretel. She would take bum from the street and turn them into kids. Maybe she just does that do give them a second chance or just so that she can… have fun with them.
Stan catches on that he is in trouble and escapes her clutches but is still turn into a kid. She wanders around, trying to survive, until he gets caught by the police. The only thing he still had was his brother’s address and they escort him to Ford’s house.
When he arrives there he is greeted by a very scared, sleep deprived paranoid Stanford Pines that recognizes the young kid as his brother. He takes him in and asked what happened to him. Stan explains and wants to leave as soon as possible. He doesn’t want to leech off of his brother anymore then necessary.
Things happens, the middle isn’t really thought through, and long story short, they defeat Bill but in the process of doing so, Stan forgets that he is supposed to be a late twenty years old stuck as a young boy. He doesn’t remember his name, who he is and who Ford is.
Ford is heartbroken, but manages to not let panic take over him and decides to take care of the young boy. He gives him a new name, maybe just calling him Ley, and tells him that he is his uncle and that his father was Stanley Pines, his twin. He told him that his dad died and that’s why he lives with him.
Ford raises his amnesiac brother as his nephew.
Don’t know how long or if I’ll ever get to the bottom of this story, but i imagine that when Ley is in his teen years he gets flashes of his older life coming back to him and question his “uncle” and ask for the truth. While growing up, he would also get some nightmares from his past life. Ford is trying to be a good parent figure and makes sure, Ley doesn’t get the treatment him and Stan had while growing up.
So that’s basically what Brother Remember is about^^ hope that answers your question^^! Thanks for asking!
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frost-flame · 3 years
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An ask in Instagram. A Bill Wins AU in this case. Ford couldn't risk the only family he has left. The plan didn't work, but Bill spared him and the kids. He almost killed Mabel though. Stanley... He can't remember a thing. All he feels is fear. He is afraid of everything.
Hurt/Comfort meme
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dbssh · 2 years
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what kinda fucken animals are these...
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mintartem · 4 years
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My contribution to the Chibi Stan but with a small Amnesiac!Bill. King made me do this.
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Reviving the Eternal Spring
Despair was extremely familiar to the Pines family.
It was almost like an old, old friend; the kind of friend who comes over to your party uninvited and eats all your cocktail shrimp because she knows you’re too much of a pushover to kick her out.
This particular recent time span (nobody was sure how much time had actually passed during Weirdmageddon, or if it had passed at all to the outside world) had been especially prevalent in the despair area.  Thinking the world was about to be destroyed because of various acts of foolishness by each of them; various groups thinking they would have to watch the others be killed; thinking that the world had been ultimately saved at what they realized was a far too terrible price.  Yes, Despair had been lounging on the metaphorical sofa for ages, hogging the remote and saying that you wouldn’t mind getting her a glass of ice water, would you, as long as you were standing?
None of them, particularly not Ford, had expected the day to end with Hope knocking on the front door, bearing a broom and trash bags and offering to help clean up Despair’s mess after she kicked her to the curb.
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Ford leaned against the back of the battered yellow armchair, staring down at his brother in a sort of bemused exhaustion as he in turn stared at the pictures in the scrapbook and rehashed memories from earlier this summer with the kids.  Sounding increasingly more and more like himself with each story he remembered.
Vaguely the old nerd was aware that at some point other problems would have to be taken care of-they needed to figure out if it was worth trying to spend the night in the dilapidated remains of the house, or if they should go to town and find out if anyone would be willing to put them up until they could get repairs done; they needed to have various injuries checked over; they needed to-
The children were falling asleep on either side of Stan, curled up and looking right at home in his arms, and Soos was snoring and drooling on the arm of the chair; Waddles had climbed down and made himself at home draped over Stan’s feet.  Ford decided that maybe decisions could wait until they’d all gotten a little rest.
And then, for the first time since the clearing, Stan turned his head and looked directly up at him.
His eyes were still not completely his own-and not just because they weren’t glaring or drawn together in hurt like they’d been any time they looked at Ford since he came home; just confused.  At least they weren’t horrible and blank like they had been, though.
Ford’s stomach twisted even so, wondering what he should say now, if he should say anything at all, how much did Stan remember about him, what if-
Stan prodded his extra fingers.  “Cool hands. You probably make great shadow puppets.”
The words, full of innocent interest, made his stomach give an especially violent twist.  “You always thought so.”
His brother laughed softly.  “I believe it, with those six fingers-”
His mouth fell open in a tiny gasp, and his eyes widened behind their glasses.
Ford’s breath hitched, and his thoughts scrambled over each other in a mad attempt to decide his next course of action.  Before a consensus could be reached, though, Stan lifted his hand, spreading it wide and turned to face him. Then he asked, in a hesitant tone that was uncomfortably similar to the last time he’d asked it, “High six?”
For a second Ford actually had to wonder why his eyesight had gotten so blurry.  Then he maneuvered around the chair until he was at the right angle to reach forward and wrap his arms around his brother.  And this time he felt Stan’s free arm curl around his ribs and squeeze gently in return.
“High six,” he whispered into Stan’s fez, smiling.
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(Hope finished throwing away the last of the shrimp tails Despair had left behind, and dusted off her hands with a satisfied smile.)
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thelastspeecher · 5 years
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Ehhh fuck it.  I’ve got enough of that Amnesiac Stansort thing to post a short scene.  I’m proud of it and also I wanna keep this trend of posting a write multiple days in a row.
              Jonah beamed at his newborn daughter, nestled in his arms.
              “She’s perfect,” he said quietly to Angie.  Resting in a hospital bed, the other infant in her arms, Angie nodded.
              “She is.  They both are.”
              “I can’t believe it.  I’m a dad,” Jonah whispered.  He blinked. “Which- which one am I holding?”
              “Danica.”
              “Okay.  Danica.” Jonah stroked Danica’s wispy caramel-colored hair.  “Hey, Danica. I might forget your name sometimes, but I’ll never forget how much I love you.”
              “Speaking of forgetting…” Angie started.  Jonah looked at her.
              “What?”
              “I don’t think we’ll ever be able to track down your past life, dear.” Angie cocked her head.  “We’ve exhausted all our leads.”
              “I don’t care,” Jonah said firmly.  “I don’t need to know who I used to be.  I know who I am now.  I’m your arm candy-”  Angie snorted softly.  “-and I’m a dad.  That’s all I need to know.”  Angie reached for him.  He grabbed her hand.
              “Are you really happy, like this?” she asked.  Jonah smiled.
              “I am.  I’m happy.”          
              The hospital room went dark.  Jonah held Danica closer to his body instinctively.
              “Angie?” he called.  “Angie, are you all right?”  The warmth of the hospital room vanished, replaced by a chilly wind.  Light slowly appeared.  Jonah looked around.  Street lamps. A street lined with shops.  He stood in front of one of the shops, a door open, revealing a furious man in the doorway.  Jonah looked down at Danica.  His eyes widened.  She was gone. In his arms was a dingy duffle bag. His tailored clothes had become beat up jeans and a stained T-shirt.  
              The man in the doorway slammed the door closed.  Jonah looked up desperately.  Stanford was watching him from a window.  Jonah held up a hand.
              Stanford closed the curtains.
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              Stan sat bolt upright, panting.  His head ached, a pain the doctors told him was normal for a traumatic brain injury, even years after the fact.  He got out of bed.  There was a small groan from underneath the blankets.  Angie sat up.  She squinted at Stan in the dark.
              “Jonah?  Something wrong?” she asked blearily.  Stan rubbed his forehead.  “Another headache?  I’ll call someone for some medicine.”
              “No, it’s fine.  It’ll pass.”
              “Come back to bed, dear,” Angie said.  Stan sat back down.  Angie stroked his hand.  “What happened?”
              “I- I had a dream.”
              “A nightmare?”
              “I mean, sorta.”  Stan swallowed.  “I remembered something from my past life.”
              “Oh.  When you were Stan?”
              “Angie.  I- I think I am Stan.”
              “What?”
              “I don’t know if-”  Stan looked away.  “I remember too much.  I can’t be Jonah anymore.”
              “…Oh.  Okay.” Angie pursed her lips.
              “This is gonna fuck everything up,” Stan whispered.  He pressed his palms to his eyes.  “The country knows me as Jonah.  I can’t just start going by Stan all of a sudden.”
              “We’ll figure it out,” Angie said gently.
              “God, the girls.  Are they gonna lose their claims to the throne?”
              “What?  No.”
              “They were born out of wedlock, though.”
              “We’re married.”
              “You married Jonah Bonheur.  I’m Stan Pines.”  Stan met Angie’s eyes.  “We’re not married.”
              “Oh, please,” Angie scoffed.  She rolled her eyes.  “Don’t go overboard.  We are married.”
              “But-”
              “Shush.”  Angie placed a finger on Stan’s lips.  “Like I said, we’ll figure it out.  We’ve got a whole country’s worth of resources at our disposal.  The best lawyers.  First thing in the morning, I’ll make a call.  But we can’t do anything right now, since it’s…”  Angie squinted at the clock on her bedside table. “Three in the morning.  All we can do is go back to sleep.”
              “I think- I think I got kicked out,” Stan blurted.  Angie stared at him.
              “What?”
              “My dream.  It was a memory of- of me getting kicked out of my parents’ house.”
              “You got kicked out?” Angie whispered.  She intertwined her fingers with his.  “You weren’t an adult when we found you.  Who would kick out their son when he was still a teenager?”
              “My shitty father.”
              “Your father did that to you?”
              “Yeah.”  Stan glowered.  “He did.”
              “Good Lord.”  Angie leaned her head against Stan’s shoulder.  “It’s for the best, then, that we couldn’t invite him to the wedding.” Stan let out a small snort of laughter. “Everything’s going to work out, my love.  We have each other.  We have a roof over our heads.  We have two beautiful children.  And someday we’ll have even more.”  Stan nodded.
              “You’ve got a point.  I guess it was kinda stupid for me to freak out like I did.”  He heard a soft snore.  He glanced at Angie.  She had fallen back asleep.  Stan chuckled.  “God, I love you.”
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amigolupus · 6 years
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“Who Are You?”
Fandom: Gravity Falls
Characters: Stanford Pines, Stanley Pines
Words: 992
Summary: One of Ford’s greatest fears had just come to pass, and he doesn’t know how to deal with it.
A/N: I wrote this in response to this art piece by @lazy--stars, which you should totally check out. It really captures Ford’s creeping horror.
“Uh...hey there..pal. Any idea where we are?”
 Ford froze in his tracks, unable to believe his ears. “Stanley...?”
 "Stanley? Is that my name? Weird, thought it might be something else...” Stanley frowned, looking as if the thought had only just occurred to him. “Anyway, who are you?”
 Ford tried taking a deep breath. And another. It didn’t help.
 His heart beating a mile a minute, Ford tried again. “Stanley, it’s me, Stanford, your...your brother.”
 Stan guffawed, light and carefree. “You’re called Stan too? Yeesh, I guess creativity didn’t run in our family, huh?”
 Ford wanted to say something about how Stan was plenty creative. How he made a living spinning stories and crafting colorful monsters with his twisted mind. What came out was, “If this is some form of a...a joke, then it’s not funny!”
 Stan flinched and raised up both hands. “Whoa, okay, no insulting the family, I get it. Now just calm down or something.”
 “No, Stan, that’s not what I meant! Don’t...don’t you remember? Anything at all?”
 “Uh...Remember what?”
 And there it was. The words Ford had been dreading to hear. Ford leaned on the wall for support, but his legs were so shaky that he slid down onto the floor. Not even the biting winds of the frozen wastelands of Dimension H-9;5 could match the cold feeling spreading throughout Ford right now.
 “Uh, Stanford...? You okay? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
 Ford cursed himself. How could this have happened? Had there been signs of a potential memory loss that Ford had missed? Worse, could he have even done anything to prevent this had he known? Or was he just doomed to lose his brother all over again.
 And the children, he remembered with stark horror. What was he going to say to them? How would Mabel and Dipper react when they find out that Stan no longer remembered them? It was like he was transported back to that forest clearing, listening helplessly as his niece called out for a Grunkle who was no longer there.
 “Hey, Earth to Stanford!”
 Ford looked up, his train of thought broken. Stan had sat down beside him so they were sitting shoulder to shoulder. Ford mentally kicked himself. He’d been so focused on his own fears that he didn’t think to comfort Stan. He had even raised his voice at him, for crying out loud!
 “Stanley, I...”
 “Hey, it’s okay. Whatever this is, it’s gonna be fine.”
 Ford laughed weakly. “I should be saying that to you.” Ford felt a surge of fondness for his brother. Trust Stan to be there to comfort others when he was the one who needed it the most.
 “Yeah, well, you’re the one who looks like you’re one step away from a heart attack.”
 Ford frowned. He wasn’t looking that badly...was he?
 “Look, what I’m trying to get at here is that I may not be the brightest tool in the shed, but even I can put two and two together. That I lost all me memories, and this ain’t exactly an everyday occurrence.”
 “You’re not stupid, Stanley. You’re brilliant!” Ford insisted in a firm voice.
 “Not sure why you’re focusing on that,” Stan rolled his eyes. “Point is, I only lost my memories. Can’t you just, you know, help me remember?”
 “Wh-What do you mean?” Ford asked, not quite daring to raise his hopes up just yet.
 “When you sat down looking all mopey, it’s like I got these flashes go off in my mind. Like this,” Stan held up a closed fist and then quickly spread his fingers while making a whooshing noise. “Even got a buncha feeling in my gut, you know?”
 Stanford sucked in a breath, suddenly not feeling so cold anymore. “That...that sounds like good news, indeed.”
 “Yeah, well, I got this feeling that you don’t make the best decisions when you’re upset like this. I think you had some nacho chips and it didn’t agree with you? Hey, that made me remember something!” Stanley’s bright expression quickly turned to a scowl as he rubbed his stomach. “Ugh, now I just remembered not to eat Mexican food when you’re stuck sleeping in a car.”
 “Seriously? That’s what you just remembered?” After the stress and fear he had felt earlier, Ford couldn’t help but collapse into a laughing fit.
 Stan chuckled. “Yeah, yuk it up, Ford. You weren’t the one regretting that particular life decision.”
 “I suppose you’re right.” Ford leaned back against the wall, feeling lighter now. The fear and worry was still there, but at least now he could think and move. And most importantly, be there for Stanley. He finally said the words that he should have mentioned earlier. “Everything’s going to be alright, Stanley. I’m here for you.”
 “Well, duh, Poindexter, even I know you’ve got my back,” Stan grinned and punched Ford’s shoulder.
 “Why don’t we go to the bunk? I can fetch the photo albums and we can start from there.” Ford made to stand up, but Stan’s hand quickly held onto Ford’s own and kept him in place.
 Stan’s gaze was glued to their hands, more importantly, to their fingers. Ford could practically see Stan mentally counting their fingers and noticing the extra digit on Ford’s hand. Had it been anyone else, Ford might have felt old insecurities flare up. But even without his memories, Ford trusted Stan on that matter.
 “Forget about the photo albums for now. Why don’t you start telling me about this?” Stan held up Ford’s hand, his expression alight with excitement. “This is so cool! I thought you’d be the nerdy twin, but here you go being the cooler one, Sixer!”
 Stanford smiled as he remembered a younger boy who had been just as accepting of his six fingers.
 “Stanley, please, we both know we’re both the cool ones in this family.”
 “Heh, I guess we are, huh?”
  Yes, the two of them would be alright.
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call-me-cosmic · 2 years
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Redrawing some of my favorite Gravity Falls screenshots from Weirdmageddon
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I’ll be finally working on posting requests next, I promise!
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myfaveisfuckable · 11 months
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Rants!
Stan/Rick: What's better than one gross old an of dubious morality? TWO gross old men of dubious morality!
Well, no... actually, to be honest, I've only seen one episode of Rick & Morty and didn't like it, so I don't really care for this ship in general. BUT there's one fanfic that made this ship into the STUPIDEST MOST HILARIOUS LOVE TRIANGLE AND I LOVE IT
The fic series:
Trying to explain the love triangle ("love triangle"): Rick Sanchez and Ford Pines were in college together. And then 10~15 years later Rick reconnects with "Ford Pines" (actually Stan b/c of the whole dimensional portal thing), they have an awkward if passionate affair for a short while before Stan breaks it off, and Rick's just never gotten over it for 30 years.
This is all fine and good until jump to the present (2012), Ford is back, and so are various other characters, including some OCs with ties to Rick Sanchez. And they all have to work together to save the world/beat Bill/etc. read the fic if you want details. But in the middle they also have to deal with fallout of STAN LYING ABOUT HIS IDENTITY FOR 30 YEARS and also RICK SOMEHOW NOT NOTICING THE DIFFERENCE. It's very dramatic and very dumb and only a love triangle in the sense that there are three people who are all very embarrassed and very mad at eachother, but as a reader I am ABSOLUTELY Michael-Jackson-eating-popcorn-meme over this.
(...and later the author retconned the latter part by bringing in the Gravity Falls memory gun, which IMO is waay less fun. But for the first half of the fic where I thought Rick Sanchez was just dating a completely different man and either didn't realize or didn't question it, THAT was hilarious)
(btw the fic in question is mostly very good! the love triangle stuff is a sideplot, it mostly centers around the adventures of Ripley, amnesiac dimension hopper who is space-gladiator married to Ford and beat him back to Gravity Falls to have adventures with the gang there, and Ripley is great.)
Hanineko: blonde goth literally allergic to the sun x ray of sunshine that will kill you
Animal themed comfort objects (belzeneff and usa-chan)
Shy x outgoing also
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twitchy-senpai · 6 years
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Many much more gravityfalls doodles //mostly bill tho..// Hope u like See you around
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autumn-pines · 6 years
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Stan listed in his seat, like all the air had left him as his stony gaze faltered. “I wanted to be someone…someone worthwhile. Just for a little while.”
Ford’s heart turned to dust, the shards whisked away on the breeze and leaving him hollow to the core. He couldn’t stop the tears this time, soundlessly pouring as his voice warbled. “Stanley was worthwhile, he is worthwhile.”
“No! No he wasn’t!” Stan stood up, pushing passed him and letting him sprawl to the ground without a thought. “He was reckless! He never did what he was told! He ruined everything he touched and he never made a good decision in his life! He didn’t deserve anything or anyone! He just took and he took and he-” He panted, puffing in air like he couldn’t get enough as Ford continued to stare balefully up at him. “There was nothing good about him. He was worthless- a waste of space! He should never have been b-”
“Don’t you dare.” Ford growled, his voice low and dangerous, catching Stan off guard and left him fumbling for words. “Don’t you dare say what I think you were about to say.”
Another sketch, since an anon asked for some more. Hope you like it, anon!
Anyways, this is a scene from a fic called, ‘Stanford Pines’, made by the awesome @impishnature which you can read on AO3 here!
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I don't remember one moment I tried to forget, I lost myself, is it better not said? Now I'm closer to the edge. It was a thousand to one, and a million to two, Time to go down in flames and I'm taking you closer to the edge.
Closer To The Edge, Thirty Seconds to Mars
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