#;;muse theme: stanford pines

[malusrecord]

@coolrpblog @constellationcrowned @magioffire @kllsworn

[alexandriteobscuraarchive]

@guardianofyesod

[malusrecord]

@magioffire @coolrpblog

I wanna slay my demons, But I got lots of them, I got lots of them

[midnightanxietytm]

He takes his whiskey neat

A/N: Look, I think i was possessed while writing this one /j. It was like 1 am and I was procrastination on college work, I dunno what happened but this is the ungodly spawn of my imagination mixed with sleep deprivation, caffeine and stress. Enjoy and don't question it too much

Contents: Ford Pines x reader, pinning (lots of pining), I pictured reader in their late 40s to early 50s so there is an age gap but nothing extreme. There's some plot in those holes. uhhh lots of tension and no payoff because im pretty sure I passed out before I got to that part.

Word count: 996

There’s this look on his eyes now that you can’t quite figure out.

Ever since Stanford Pines came back from the portal, ever since weirdmageddon and the end of that fateful summer, something about him fundamentally changed. There’s contempt, relief, sure, but there's more to it, something that he keeps deep in that rattling metal-protected brain of his.

And god forbid sometimes you just want to pick him apart entirely, figure out every detail, note it down, absorb it, maybe then his mere presence won’t entice you, mess you, so goddamn much.

It culminates, as all events are bound to do, right before that year’s summer vacation, you blame the heat. 

Soos and Melody took a vacation for themselves, entrusting the shack back to Stan’s less than trustworthy hands, just like old times. Ford slips back into the basement so easily you almost follow him; your mind briefly longing for that nostalgia of being freshly out of college, when you and Ford were easily impressed by the oddness of the world.

You were a prodigy; a good ten years younger than him yet still doing your masters while he did his doctorate, and in the same area with similar themes! Back then, you two were just bright-eyed yet very tired academics… Then Gravity Falls presented itself on a silver platter, and Bill followed through.

You were there, on the day of the portal, or at least, almost there, going back for the thousandth time, expecting no answer to your knocks at the door as usual, only to be met with the fallout of something far worse than refusal.

And then he was back, less jittery, less paranoid and less sleep deprived than he was before at least. But there was that thing in his eyes, that inherent distrust, detachment…? You struggled to find the words and if there’s one thing that you as a scientist can’t deal with is a question that goes unresearched.

So it began; your “research” depended on experiment and to experiment, you firstly decided to get close to your unwilling subject. And you go down the rabbit hole.

You find him in the basement, of course. He’s drawing on loose sheets of paper, some of the discarded pieces lay on the floor, and the cd player by his side is playing just loud enough to muffle your footsteps as you approach him by his right side. “Updating the journal?” You ask, nonchalantly, as if you hadn't obsessively turned each page of his journals before, as if your own handwriting wasn’t squeezed in the first ones before his old muse took all the space left.

Ford just hums, raising his chin slightly, but not his eyes, just to acknowledge the question. “Not really, just trying to get some proportion practice. Looking back, some of my work on the first journal was… Not the best.” 

A chuckle leaves your mouth; “If you say so…” You hum, picking up one of the filled out pages that were pushed aside in the table and pretending to look it over as he places his pen down and looks up at you.

“Any advice?” He asks, and once again you pretend to be paying attention to anything but him and his every movement.

“Not really… I think you’re good.” You place the paper back at the table, leaning against it. “Thought you’d be going through your abstract phase by now, honestly.” And you smirk down at him.

He leans back, crossing his arms; “I fear I’m too logical to have an abstract phase, even my craziest dreams have math and science behind them.” And you both laugh, and your curiosity itches more and more every millisecond.

The next words that leave your mouth were planned and inwardly rehearsed, but they come out natural as a summer breeze. “Every tortured artist has an abstract phase, get on with the times, sixer!” It comes out as a joke, it's a test. And suddenly you’re too nervous to stay there, staring at him and waiting for a rebuttal. You push yourself off the table and zipline to one of the bookshelves, reaching towards the back of it, you pull the ‘eureka whiskey’ and the two cups.

He just watches you for a second, then accepts the cup as you pour him one, then one for yourself. 

And it’s truly the eureka whiskey, because goddamn you just found something in those eyes. 

He takes a sip; “Yeah I guess those portal days would do for some good surrealist pieces at least.”

“I can’t even imagine.” You say.

He smirks, lips inches from his cup. “You can’t…” He takes a sip. “That’s the point of surrealist.” You want his brain under a microscope, you want his breath mixing with yours, you want to never see him again, you want to wake up near him every day.

The curse of science is that in the endeavor to figure out the world, the scientist often loses sight of themselves. 

The witty remarks, the planned lines, the psychological strategies, all fly out of you head and you lean back against his desk. He’s leaned further back now and his chair is turned diagonally towards you and he watches with a smile and those eyes. “What did you see?” It’s almost a whisper, because you think he might actually tell you, and that scares you more than anything.

“Too much…” He swallows, sighs, takes a swing of whiskey and rests the empty cup on the desk. “It was very chaotic, honestly that’s all I want to say…” You sigh, pushing yourself up to sit at his desk, and his head tilts as he watches you. 

“I’m glad you’re back.” You settle, even though it doesn’t even come near to all the things you want to express. He smiles, and his eyes travel down, landing on your hands, holding your barely touched whiskey glass. You follow his gaze, and chuckle. “I’m more of a whine person.”

“I know…”

[breezeflows]

The Long Road (Stanford Pines x Reader)

Summary: You’ve finally set out to finalize your divorce with Stanford Pines after seemingly “moving on”. But what will happen when you seek him out and he’s nowhere to be found? Time to pack your bags and head out to your once hometown, Gravity Falls, to find out.

_____________________________________

EEEE it’s finally here!! This is by far one of my favorite fics I’ve ever made, and I’m stoked to work on it more in the future!!

Thank you everyone so much for the support so far, and a huge thank you to my sister for always supporting me and my works!

THEMES: Angst (this chapter is honestly kind of sad), (LOTS OF YEARNING BECAUSE READER AND FORD DONT KNOW HOW TO EXPRESS THEIR FEELINGS), Arguments, Emotional Conflict and mentions of Divorce :,)

With that being said, enjoy the first chapter of The Long Road!

Chapter 1

A soft sigh escapes you as you drive through the windy backroads of Oregon, a sense of familiarity and nostalgia filling you with each tree you pass. Autumn was finally in motion, bright colored leaves falling from the trees and coating the grounds below in a warm, yet damp, glow.

It was your favorite time of year, but you wished you could be visiting your once-hometown on different circumstances. The papers labeled: "DIVORCE AGREEMENT" flapped gently in your passenger seat as you glanced down at them, the chilly air seeping in through the cracked windows of your car.

 You were headed towards Gravity Falls, a town you once held near and dear to your heart. It was the place you and your former husband, Stanford Pines, had moved to after the two of you got married. It was everything you wanted, small, quiet, and isolated. Ford even had a cabin built for both of you out in the woods, and although some of the designs were questionable, you didn't mind a single bit. You were just happy to be alongside him. You had known him almost your whole life, practically growing up alongside him and his brother, Stanley, who he had eventually cut off all contact with after Stanley practically stomped on Ford's chance at a lifetime opportunity in high school. (womp womp)

Regardless though, everything was perfect, until it wasn't.

Ford always had a thing for the supernatural, and you knew that. After all it was one of the things that had drawn the both of you to this town. He had intelligence beyond comprehension, and it was one of the many traits you admired about him. You supported him and his work, always helping where you could or if you were given the chance. Whether it was chasing pesky eye-bats or bringing him a hot cup of coffee to keep him caffeinated during his late-night lab sessions, you were always there for him, even when he was engrossed in his studies and missing from your shared bed. Your unwavering support never faltered, not until Ford came clean to you about some sort of "Muse." He described him as a powerful interdimensional being, one that went by the name of Bill Cipher.

"He is truly a force to be reckoned with, Y/N. His unparalleled knowledge is unlike anything I've ever encountered, and he holds the key to improving the very fabric of our world. His power is crucial in unlocking newfound potential for our realm and beyond. He is the reason why I must keep moving forward."

Ford spoke excitedly as he cupped your cheek with one hand, the other resting firm, but gently on your shoulder.

You remembered the determination in his eyes, and the eagerness in his tone. Although you on the other hand, were less than thrilled. Your heart sunk at his words, and though you wanted to be excited for your husband, the concern you felt for him was overpowering as realization set in. The weird window designs in the cabin, the tapestries covered with curtains, it was all making sense. Your husband practically worshipped this thing, and it bothered you.

The night ended with conflict; you explained to Ford how you trusted him deeply, but his Muse? Not so much. It all just seemed too good to be true. Not to mention how it felt like a punch in the gut that Bill was his motivation to push forward in his studies, but not you.

One disagreement led to another, and Ford eventually found all his time spent down in the lab while you remained upstairs. You no longer brought him coffee or kept him company while he worked. The two of you had grown distant, and while it felt as though your heart was ripping in two, Ford never showed the same concern. Hell, you barely even saw him nowadays. The only times he’d emerge from the lab was to grab more coffee filters for the machine, which was soon moved downstairs. He no longer returned to your shared bed on late nights, opting to sleep downstairs in the lab instead. He was practically a ghost now.

You exhaled gently through your nose as you sat at your shared dining table, the fresh cup of tea you prepared swirling with wisps of steam that fogged up your glasses. It was early morning, and the sun was just beginning to rise in the sky, casting the room in a warm glow. You hadn’t gotten much sleep last night, tossing and turning with reoccurring nightmares that plagued your mind. They didn’t make any sense to you. They started out with a blue flash, followed by a yellow flash, and always ended with you and Ford finally calling things off with a bad argument. You presumed the last part of your dream was there due to your constant worrying that that was the direction your relationship was headed. Either way it troubled you deeply. At this rate things weren’t going to end well, it only being a matter of time before one of you snapped.

You’re pulled from your thoughts as you hear a familiar pair of footsteps making their way up the creaky steps, the noise echoing quietly through the house. Part of you wants to retreat to your bedroom, contemplating if you’re ready to have an encounter with him this early in the morning. It’s been a week since you guys’ last crossed paths, and you barely managed to maintain eye contact with him the last time. Your stomach churns with anxiety, and your fingers tighten around the handle of the mug filled with lukewarm tea. Suddenly, movement in your peripheral snaps you out of your thoughts, your vision glued to the liquid before you. Ford steps into the doorway of the kitchen, seemingly taken back by the sight of you there. You slowly turn your gaze towards him as he stands in the doorway, his face partly shadowed in the dim lighting of the room. He stands a few feet away from you as his eyes study you intently, as if he’s searching for something. There’s an air of fatigue about him, evident in the bags beneath his eyes and the disheveled state of his usually tidy appearance. He seems to hesitate for a moment before finally speaking as he steps forward, his voice low and rough from the lack of use. “Good morning.”

A mix of emotions stir in you as you take in his appearance, a pang of concern in your chest at the sight of his exhaustion. A small part of you wants to reach out and comfort him, but the distance that’s grown between you over the past few weeks makes you hesitate, resulting in you replying with a simple, “Good morning.” your tone neutral.

Ford then moves to take a seat at the table across from you, his fingers drumming against the wood in what seems like a nervous gesture. He looks at you intently before speaking, his voice slightly strained. “I wanted to inform you that Fiddleford will be coming to stay for a while, to help me with my research. I’ve been working on something big, something I cannot do alone.”

Your gaze softens at the mention of your old friend from college, someone you and Ford had spent a lot of time with. Back in those days you always had two cups of coffee on hand, never just one.

“I see...” Your vision retracts back to the mug as a sense of betrayal fills you. Did Ford feel as if he couldn’t come to you for help anymore? Did he just not care? Your grip tightens as you speak once more.

“Is that all you came up here for?”

Ford notices the subtle change in your tone and the way you avoid his gaze. There’s a pang of guilt in his chest as he notices your reaction, but he pushes it aside, reminding himself that this is for the greater good.

“No, that’s not all,” he says, his voice slightly softer. “I also wanted to talk to you about… us.”

You’re unable to hold back a frown as your stomach sinks, still avoiding his gaze. You manage to hold back tears at the mention of what you assume is going to be a very hard conversation. “Oh.”

Ford notices the tears welling up in your eyes, and his heart aches from the sight. But he pushes on, knowing this conversation needs to happen.

“I know things have been… rocky between us lately,” he continues, choosing his words carefully. “I know I haven’t been around much, and I’m sorry for that. But I want to talk about what’s been going on.”

You bite the inside of your lip as your fists clench, the tears welled up in your eyes now threatening to spill over as you finally meet his gaze.

“What do you mean things have just “been rocky” Ford? I feel like I’ve been living with a ghost for the past month!” Your voice betrays you as you speak, revealing your hurt. “And now you’re reaching out to someone we haven’t seen in literal years for help instead of your own wife?”

Ford’s heart sinks as he sees the tears welling up in your eyes and hears the hurt in your voice. He knew he had been distant, but hearing you say it out loud was like a shot to the chest. He flinches at your words, and guilt washes over him.

“I… I know I’ve been distant, Y/N. And I’m sorry,” he starts. “But the research I’m working on… it’s important. It’s bigger than the both of us. I need someone with specific skills and knowledge that you may not have.”

The wound in your heart deepens as you stand from your chair, the legs of it screeching against the wood as it’s scooted back. You point a finger towards him harshly as the tears brimming in your eyes begin to spill.

“But what about us Ford? Our relationship? Is it not important to you anymore? I barely see you now!”

His heart sinks even further as he sees the hurt and vulnerability in your eyes. He feels like he’s been slapped as you point a finger at him and ask him why he’s been isolating himself.

“Of course our relationship is important to me,” he protests. “I love you, Y/N, more than anything. But this research, it’s something I need to do…” he pauses a moment, before speaking again.

“It’s bigger than our relationship.”

Ford runs a hand through his messy hair, frustration and regret evident on his face as you stand there. Words fail to come out of you as you stand there, trying to process the words that just shattered your fragile heart. He wants to apologize, to take back his words and soothe your pain, but his research was too important to him.

“Y/N, please don’t cry…” Ford pleads as he stands, reaching a hand towards you. The hand rests softly against your arm as you tremble, your attempt at hiding your pain feeble.

“I wish things could be different, but this research is my life’s work. It’s all I’ve been working towards for decades.”

You remain tense and quiet as you keep your gaze down towards the table, the silence so thick you could hear your own tears hit the wood below. Although a sudden knock at the door breaks the tense silence between you both, and Ford turns his head to look towards the door. He hesitates for a moment, torn between continuing the conversation with you and attending to Fiddleford’s arrival. He glances back at you, seeing the tears still streaming down your cheeks and he feels a pang of guilt in his heart. But he pushes it aside, knowing that once again, his research takes priority.

“I’d better get the door..” he mutters as his hand slips softly from your shoulder, making his way to the front door of your shared home. You slouch back into the chair, defeated, as you raise a shaky fist to your mouth. Your tears seem to be unending as you sit there, lost in thought even after the front door creaks open. Ford and Fiddleford’s voices echo throughout the halls as they make their way to what sounds like the entrance of the lab.

“Is Y/N here? I’d love to see her.”

“Uh, no she’s uh… out in town, at the moment.”

This was going to be a rough couple of months.

RAHHH thank you so much for reading the first chapter of this fic! Please feel free to leave your thoughts and comments, I’d love any feedback!!💕

[mystery-twin-mystery-bags]

🎨 Artists File #6: @ajthecrocodile!

The Mystery Twin Mystery Bags project is a Gravity Falls-themed fundraiser for Gaza aid. If you’d like to learn more about us, please check our pinned FAQ!

Image Description: A graphic made to look like Stanford Pine's journal entries with aged paper, coffee stains, symbols, and ink splatters on it. Written in the top left corner in bold letters is "AJ" Below in cursive reads: "(he/him) Instagram, Tumblr, Twitter: AJtheCrocodile" Below is AJ's art. It's of a tiny Neapolitan ice-cream themed crocodile. An arrow points to that image saying: "A Neapolitan themed anthropomorphic crocodile dressed in formal wear." Next to that photo is AJ's art of Bill right up against the camera and holding it, the Mystery Shack is in the background. An arrow points to that saying: "Disturbingly entranced by my former muse."

Check us out on our other social medias: Twitter Instagram

[yan-randomfandom]

MASTERLIST I

Part 1: 8/17/2024 — ...

Click on Keep Reading to see the list of everything I've done under their respective media!

STATUS: FIXED!

—👁️🩷🌀

Extra Deets for Me: Account made during FOPANW/TBOB era. Secret Alliance× → GIFfany themes → I Love Amy× → Arcane.

Unless stated otherwise, the Reader is Gender Neutral (GN).

DICTIONARY:

Y - Yandere

P - Platonic (friendly/familial obsession)

H - Headcanons

SS - Short Story

D - Drabble

C - Crumbs (aka draft, discussion)

F - Female

ANOTHER NOTE: Please tell me if a link isn't working..... sniff

Gravity Falls

Y!Stanley Pines x Reader H. [1st post on everything]

Wendy Corduroy x Reader SS.

Y!Stanford Pines x Doctor!Reader SS.

1: P!Y!Stanford Pines & Teen!Reader SS.

2: P!Y!Pines Family x Teen!Reader SS.

Y!Stanford Gleeful x Reader SS. AU-Reverse Falls

Thief!Stanley Pines x Reader D.

Bill Cipher x F!Reader [Don't click. Not worth it]

Y!Stanford Pines x Reader SS.

Theraprism!Bill Cipher & GOLB!Reader SS.

Sailor!Stanley Pines x Reader D.

Y!Stanford Pines x Godling!Reader SS.

Kid!Stanley Pines & Kid!Reader SS.

Old Man McGucket x Reader SS.

Stanley Pines x Rich!Reader SS.

Y!Stanford Pines x Borrower!Reader SS.

Y!Robot!Grunkle x Researcher!Reader SS.

.GIFfany x Game dev!Reader SS.

The Fairly Oddparents: (A New Wish)

1: Semi-Y!Peri x Human!Reader SS.

2: Peri x Human!Reader SS.

3: Y!Peri x Human!Reader SS.

Dating Headcanons: Peri x Reader H.

Y!Dale Dimmadome x Reader SS.

[OG] Y!Cupid x Human!Reader SS.

P!Y!Dev Dimmadome & Reader SS. & H.

P!Y!Dev Dimmadome & Dale Dimmadome C.

Y!Irep x Human!Reader H. & SS.

Peri & Godkid!Reader SS.

Tinkerbell

Y!Nyx x Reader H.

Cars

Finn McMissile x Singer!Reader SS.

Arcane

Y!Ekko x Reader H.

1: Y!Viktor x Mage!Reader SS.

2: Y!Viktor x Mage!Reader C.

Y!Jinx x Reader H.

Jinx, Caitlyn, Maddie x Creative!F!Reader H.

Viktor x Younger!Reader Reddit Post C.

Jinx x Thief!Flirty!Reader SS.

Minecraft Story Mode

1: Y!Jesse!Romeo x Architect!Reader SS.

2: Y!Romeo x Reader SS.

Y!Aiden x Pro!Reader SS.

Honoring Stanley for being my first muse 🫡

[henchmaniac-ford]

Intro

"Hello, I am Stanford F. Pines though Bill prefers I greet people as Sixer. I in no way condone his actions, or any of my own from the time I've spent with him. If you come into contact with him, I suggest you run. I have created this blog as a way to keep tabs on my family, last time I saw them Bill was threatening to kill the kids."

"I'm off the clock so if you'd like to sell your soul to my muse you can contact him here: @overlordbill "

ooc:

Hello! I saw people making gravity falls rp blogs and thought it sounded fun, so here's my addition!

If i need to use colors to differentiate between characters ford's will be, it's the one I've seen used for him the most.

This is a blog for a version of Ford that agreed to join Bill if he doesn't kill his family. Ford now explores the multiverse with Bill, helping him take over other dimensions. Feel free to use your own head canons when interacting with him!

tw: dark themes. Torture and such. His bill is a dick.

✅ things that are okay / don't do this 🚫

🚫 NSFW, flirting is fine/innuendos

✅ gore is completely fine with me, don't worry Bill will heal him later

🚫 Incest / pro shipping (don't make me sick)

Spamming asks? I'm mostly okay with this as long as they aren't the same thing or it's overly obnoxious

✅ Angst (Be as sad as ya want, I live for the drama)

If anyone wants to make an account to go with mine that's cool!!

[twochildreninamoteldemo]

What's your most samdean flower face song(s)? I don't know them but maybe I should.......

YOU ABSOLUTELY SHOULD!!! if you liken nicole dollanganger and ethel cain to samdean, i think you'll like flower face as well.

sorry im answering this so late but here are some good songs to start with!

baby teeth - this was the first song of hers i heard, and it's both pining and youthful. very much giving weecest, with an volatile angry sam (baby teeth is also the name of the album and in fact the entire project is very spncore)

honey and milk - early seasons angst, sam leaving for stanford/in scarecrow/etc etc. for awhile i actually read it as more deanjohn, with john being the one that keeps leaving. also muses on an absent god, which is very in line with spn's themes

hangman's hands - you should just listen to this one because there's just so many ways to go about it, but it's also very early seasons (everything i like is, let's be real)

tell me when it hurts - there's literally a line that says "i want to crawl into your skin," enough said.

always you - stanford era-season 1 vibes

cornflower blue - destructive, violent codependency (i'm actually working on a comparative/screencap edit with this song rn lol)

jupiter - another codependency song, but sweeter/fluffier

back to you - sam and dean's constant fights and reunions, the struggle of not becoming your father, the line "i never learned to grow up right, but this is who we are" haunts me!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[siixers]

& 𝐒 𝐢 𝐢 𝐱 𝐞 𝐫 𝐬 . indie, pri & sel stanford filbrick pines of g r a v i t y f a l l s. mutuals only. studied by sean. ( he/ him. twenty-seven ) this blog follows back from @piinetrees

blog under construction. read general rules below cut

      ▍ ❝   001. ACTIVITY.

This blog will be very sporadically active, taking long hiatuses without much or any warning. I'm sure everyone in the rpc can understand it when I say muse come and goes and it can't always be prevented or predicted!

      ▍ ❝   002. REPLIES.

Replies can come kinda slow and usually get published on the weekends since I work full time. I format with small text and icons, though I am more than willing to accommodate if my partners need larger text. please, do not pester me for replies or messages on either discord or on Tumblr. If it becomes excessive, I will block.

      ▍ ❝   003. FOLLOWING.

personals can follow just so long as you do not reblog headcanon posts/roleplay threads. I am willing to write with minors, however in no way will I write any sort of sexual NSFW with minors. blood/gore/ injury nsfw is okay though! There is no special unfollow stipulation; you can unfollow/block me if you need, no need to tell me why. Just know that I will also follow this rule and might unfollow/block without warning.

      ▍ ❝   004. TRIGGERS & NSFW.

This blog will feature many, many dark themes, as I will write and emphasize the horror of Weirdmageddon and Bill Cipher, as well as other potentially triggering subjects including; anxiety, PTSD, depression, murder, suicide, etc. I tag my posts with // ( ie. blood // ), please let me know if I miss any! NSFW may be present on the blog.      FANDOMS I PREFER NOT TO RP WITH : rick and morty, harry potter, homestuck, && stranger things. OCs created for these fandom are negotiable. *if you run a multimuse with muses that come from any of these fandoms I may still follow!

   ▍ ❝   005. SHIPPING.

I LIKE SHIPPING WITH CHEMISTRY, but force shipping will result in a block.

  ▍ ❝   006. ET CETERA.

🌲 THIS BLOG WILL NOT BE SPOILER FREE. I will not be tagging spoilers for Gravity Falls or The Book of Bill, so if you do not want things to be spoiled, I suggest you finish the show/book before following! 🌲 My portrayal of stanford is through the lens of my own experience with mental illness and trauma — so many might consider him very headcanon based instead of canon compliant. 🌲 all graphics and psds are made by me unless otherwise stated! 🌲 Just don’t be an asshole and we’ll get along great ! <3

[malusrecord]

@coolrpblog @malusrecord @constellationcrowned

[cureuba]

lookin at my muse history

stanford pines.... stanley pines... frank castle... sandor clegane....

i seem to have... a theme.

[writinginthesecrettrees]

Masterpost of my writing, I guess

Because I don’t write quickly, or often, and I do a lot of reblogs in between.  Almost all of this is also on AO3 here. Follow me on Twitter - I basically only tweet when I post something new.

About Fanfic and Feedback, according to me. (TL;DR: It’s always l o v e d but never required)

Anything added in the current month will be bold.

Please do not add on to my fics without permission. I love inspiring people to write - if you want to write your own fic based off one of my ideas, please do! Tag me even, I’d love to see it. But don’t add it onto my fic. It really upsets me.

Fics

Perfect - weecest, wincest, daddycest, explicit

Unanswered Prayers - weecest, wincest, John knows

Maybe - wincest, 14.02 spoilers, 

Breaking - kind of a character study

Bela - Bela/John, wincest mentioned

Heart’s Desire - wincest, minor spoilers for ep 300 (like super minor)

Killing Things - Dean’s first murder, not wincest

be a good boy - j2, mockumentary style, explicit

please daddy - Sam/John, spanking, borderline explicit

In addition to amazing looks the Gypsy Vanner possesses a temperament that is friendly and engaging.* genfic, total crack, Jared is a horse

Infidelity - wincest, past John/Dean, smutty angst is a valid genre, explicit

Figure it out - weecest (part 1)

Always Yours - slutty Jared and possessive Jensen w/wincest roleplay - collab with @ohnoitsthebat (AO3 version)

Smoked - Season 1 wincest, from John’s POV, with past John/Dean - collab with @ohnoitsthebat

fevered - mild wincest, just kind of musing

“Good Boy.” - a dying dog and Sam.

nine plus infinity - counting kisses

Stitches - Sam and stitches. Genfic.

didn’t know ‘til you were gone - wincest, necrophilia, explicit

A Little Off - serial killer au, weecest, and things are a little off

Kill Me Again - serial killer au (I love them, can’t help it), consensual necrophilia and lucifer keeps resurrecting Sam, explicit

jacket - wincest, mutual pining, explicit

14 - genfic, angst around Sam’s birthday

Head Games - wincest, weecest, explicit, PWP blow jobs

Baby Boy - wincest, weecest, daddycest, explicit - it’s sam/john hatefucking and sam/dean making love

I don’t know how to be without you - wincest, time travel, explicit

grindr - wincest wherein castiel puts grindr on the boys’ phones and waits for them to find each other

blood - wincest, weecest, boyking!sam 

motor oil and leather - sam/jess, when jess smells like dean

sex ed - dean teaches jack about sex, using sam as a demonstration model

drunk dial - wincest, explicit. sam’s at stanford and he gets a call from dean.

Stretch - weecest and fisting from an ask, explicit

Surely Heaven Waits - coda to the finale. Spoilers.

Big All Over - John/Jack, because why not. explicit

Family Heirloom - Sam & Dean Jr genfic.

sammy and shoes - Sam in high heels, weecest & wincest. mature

ring - sam/john, underage, explicit

Like Nothing Else - jensen/OMC, explicit. Collab with @ohnoitsthebat

Haunt - What Emily Walker does as a ghost.

almost chivalrous - weecest, sam is roofies at a party, not explicit

Happy Birthday, Dad - post-finale, genfic

And one to grow on - wincest, spanking, birthday

Birthday Puppy - winkline, puppy play, explicit

On Camera - pre-wincest, Sam tries doing porn at Stanford

Disaster - j2, prequel-gate from Keegan Allen’s POV

Currently Thinking About Henriksen

(ficlets of Henriksen pursuing the Winchesters - serial killer! au style with a holiday theme)

masterpost

“Currently thinking about”

 (various short things, united in that they are unpolished but otherwise unrelated)

serial killers! weecest

stanford era pining

rulers of hell wincest

weecest in a motel

pining weecest

smutty angst

breaking dean’s heart

sick!sam fluff

after the pilot

sam tempting dean

in honor of the 300th

slutty!sammy, weecest

valentine’s day, murder bros, outsider POV

sam liking dean’s lips

weecest in a sex shop

wincest in early s4, possessive!sam

weecest and a knife

weecest and sam feeling dirty

weecest and mutual pining

weecest and lipstick and head in bed

moc!dean and dubcon

weecest and sam’s a noisy little bitch

boyking!sam with wincest-if-you-squint

weecest and sam is an untouched little slut for dean

pining sam coming out to his girlfriend

boyking!sam and dean decide to rule hell

possessive serial killer wincest

budding serial killer sammy (no ships mentioned, but it’s always wincest)

dark!dean and sam’s eyes

daddycest, sam/john style

late season wincest after a hunt

pilot and pining!wincest (with sam/jess)

almost weecest and bruises

weecest and old movies

sam making dinner

petting hair

weecest and sam in lingerie

weecest and dancing in the rain

sam in makeup

after school special episode related

sam in a bath

weecest and john knows

flagstaff

weecest and dean catching sam

camboy!sam at stanford

crowley listening in late s5

post finale with sam

weecest and sam doing homework while dean talks dirty to him

sam and jess at stanford

sam and calling dean just to hear his voice

sam/jack and jealous!dean in highschool

john and “the talk” with weecest

“something wicked” season 1 pre-wincest

sam and mpreg right before stanford

weecest and drunk dean and first times - explicit

Currently thinking about... j2

j2 in the pilot ficlet

mistaken soulmark au - brief jensen/chad, endgame j2

jared hooks up with dudes when he’s drunk - s1 fic

as azure cuisine (on AO3)

Cursed - wincest, first time, set in later seasons, not explicit

Black and White - a series of character studies, sort of

Broken Things - non-con wincest and addiction. no happy endings.

And The House Burned - young Sam and a burning house, not wincest

#beardguy - early s14, the internet appreciates Sam’s grief beard

not crossposted to AO3

drabble - dean and feeling damned

sam/jack noncon after ouroboros

happily ever after - retirement

sam and dean and shakespeare - headcanon fun with @sorryimnotthatkindofdoctor

serial killer!dean snippet

demonic little sam in 3 sentences

early season wincest dynamics - from conversations with @ohnoitsthebat

at stanford, winchester mystery house

a/b/o for “It’s A Terrible Life”

sam and dean and using the internet pre-stanford

pre-wincest weechesters - headcanon fun with @ohnoitsthebat

unfinished snippet of sam and shaving

Fratboy!Dean when Sammy joins - submission to @wincestismyguiltypleasure

sam and dean end up at a drag show instead of a vamp nest - ficlet for @ohnoitsthebat

j2 as a hawk and a vulture - snippet of a fic i’m not writing

trans!sam having a bad period and dean being awesome

dean taking spankings for sam and giving them back later 

Wild Cards

The casino owner!Jensen and card counter!Jared d/s au that was unplanned but is turning out genius (putting all of it here including amber’s posts because... well, it’s nice to have it in one place)

bb jared at jensen’s casino - original ask from @wincestismyguiltypleasure 

discovering aftercare - by amber  

after security guard!chad tries to ‘rescue’ jared - by amber

introducing high roller!jdm - by amber

jared and bad dragon filling his slutty hole - by amber

jdm pushes too far, jensen has a few doubts, jared clears things up - by me

jared having a darker edge (and loving jensen’s more murderous side) - by amber

Chad (wherein the security guard attempts a rescue after jared takes things a bit too far) - by me

Disobedience (where jensen installs hidden cameras and jared doesn’t know he’s putting on a show) - by me

not fanfic

In the Dark - a Little Red Riding Hood retelling

Take Me To The Ocean - wherein Kelly writes poetry

an essay for an old class

[imperial-daffodil]

Night ramblings about my Muse.

Thinking about my Muse again, and I was struck by ONE fact: how it makes sense for Bill to make deals. Thank you Edwin Abbott, and thank you history of humanity. Bill can be interpreted as the Devil, because of his triangular shape made of threee 60° (basicaly 666 if we get rid of the zeros), and the other side of the coin of all his bargains. BUT then the Flatland canon came into my life and I was like "Isoceles: soldiers. Equilaterals: tradesmen.” TRADESMEN. Definitely, Bill is the most brilliant, ever, character ever written. 

 All the more as he offers knowledge (whatever the price), even perhaps a glimpse of the infinite through his breaking the rules, thus showing how society, and the codes and morals it has created, is all but a lie in the grand harmony of the Universe. Like a Prometheus (this comparison has also been made my @f-imaginings in the masterpiece Knowing Me, Knowing you), or like Lucifer himself. “Reality is an illusion,” he claims in the canon series (Dreamscraperers, Gravity Falls), as if wanting to hint, not only at the closed mindedness of human society, but also at the even straighter rules and codes of his long lost homeworld.  Just like the Bearer of Light.  But is this his Paradise Lost?  It could be. “Saw his own dimension burn / Misses home and can’t return/ Says he’s happy, he’s a liar” says the poem by the Axolotl. If the canon only hints at Bill’s mourning for his homeworld in the poem, KMKY hints at it a little more, on two occasions. One, when Bill sketches other triangles on a sheet in Ford’s mindscape, the other, when he mentions the time redo he wanted to use when he won Globnar.  If Bill " [believes] rules I don’t like are made to be broken,” (KMKY, Chapter 50) he seems to miss the safety and reassurance of a home, of which he finds echoes in Stanford’s domestic life at the shack, once he gets used to the holiday-like rhythm they both share together. Yearning for a long lost childhood home, pining for the shelter of a love home he can never have, Bill thus appears as the perfect Tragic Hero, both according to the Antique and mythological model, and to the contemporary one.  In antiquity, tragic heroes fought against fate, against forces strongest than themselves, carried by their hubris, violence bringing more violence, bringing the hero to his tragic end.  If the formula has, nowadays, changed slightly, in the fact that the tragic hero fights society and its moral code and rules, the end is always the same: violence backlashes hard, and our hero faces a tragic end. This slight change, however, has brought to the notion of tragic hero something that was absent from their Antique counterparts: fighting against societies and rules which can be unfair, contemporary tragic heroes are relatable and mostly receive all the sympathy of the audience, as they can be seen as icons of the rebellious fighter against an unjust  power in place. If the violence which animates him - bringng more violence toward him- points at Bill as a tragic hero, it seems interesting to point out that he fights both forces. One th one hand, he is constantly against society, thoroughly breaking the rules, and trying to show how wrong and arbitrary they are.  On the other, is runs a race against fate itself, doing all he can to ignore the prophecy, hoping that, this way, it will never come true.  But that would be forgetting about a character of the utmost importance, who could be seen as the very hand of fate: Jheselbraum, the Oracle, who was a student of Argos Panoptes, sharing the school benches with Bill.  If I may come back to Jheselbraum later (as well as on many other characters and themes), the prophecy itself shows yet another interesting aspect of Bill: his denial of reality. Indeed, he does all he can to ignore it, thus concealing it from Stanford (even when that could have made the man trust him, even slightly).  This wilful ignorance - that he also imposes on Ford (on several subects) he also imposes, in a majestic contradictory manner (he and Ford both claiming that they hate and despise wilful ignorance) - seems to follow the All Knowing Eye on several levels: not wanting to believe the prophecy, not wanting to see his future with Sixer, not wanting to see the true nature of his relationship with him.  “Can he see, sure. But does that mean he looks?” (Pyronica, Chapter 48) seems to sum up Bill’s tragic hubris, his melancholy tendency to choose to dwell in illusions rather than reality, all the while he is trying to point out the illusions of too well organised clockwork societies... (these thoughts need to be put in order, I am getting somewhere and everything makes sense, and it’s late, but here, have a glimpse of my mind, a sneak peak into my brute thesis thouhgts, goodnight ▲♪ )

[ofgoodconscience]

jean-luc’s romantic endeavors analyzed... because... reasons...

my boy really keeps getting the short end of the stick when it comes to relationships, both in canon and in rp. so.... here’s a comprehensive break down of why every relationship he’s been in has been doomed to fail.

the common link between all of them, mostly? he’s a starship captain, and that leaves little room for dating. but what exactly has gone wrong in each one?

featuring: beverly, vash, q, will, ford, and tom

CANON

beverly crusher picard’s crush for YEARS. he met her through her husband (his best friend), so there was never any chance of anything happened there. but he was in love with her forever basically. and after jack died, he continued to be, but even after she moved on and started seeing other people, picard always kept his distance. and once she began serving under him on the enterprise, it just didn’t feel like the right time. we see in all good things that in an alternate timeline they were married.... and divorced, not on great terms. so uh... yeah. never going to work out.

vash I would say picard was probably in love with vash. he’s the sort of person who falls in love quite easily -- but he’s slow to take action, or admit it, or push a relationship further or faster than it’s going. he keeps his feelings bottled up, and I think that’s what really ended his relationship with vash. she wasn’t happy that he seemed unwilling to make her an important part of his life (ie he didn’t tell anyone about her, despite the fact that he had strong feelings for her). and besides that, their friendship (which was perhaps even stronger than anything romantic or sexual between them) was moulded around their love of adventuring. not on a starship, but on planets, in caves, living dangerously. and in another life, he would love to do that, but not this life. and she certainly wasn’t going to stay there with him. so when q offered her what she wanted, she took it, and he never saw her again. feelings aside, she was gone.

others we see picard with a few other women in canon, but they all end either because he has to leave, or she has to leave, or his duty as captain gets in the way so they have to break up, or they can’t handle the distance... it’s the same shit.

RP

Q starting with the obvious. I’ve written with a lot of of Qs, and those relationships vary from muse to muse, but generally, it boils down to a power imbalance. Q is omnipotent, and though he would give the world to jean-luc in almost every case, he’s rarely willing to accept it. Q has other responsibilities in the universe. he would never be able to stay on the ship permanently, and picard’s crew would be unlikely to accept him. if they did, starfleet would never. that relationship could never be public. marriage, if either of them wanted it, would be out of the question. and of course, eventually picard will die. Q will try to stop it, but he wouldn’t want to live forever. the relationship is already so tragic in that way. and that’s if Q’s feelings even manifest into a relationship, or if it just stays obsessive and possessive, while picard pines but never achieves anything of substance.

Will Riker ah, another doomed-from-the-start relationship. let me preface this by saying there is NO ONE in any world, real or fictional, more textbook in love than jean-luc picard and william t riker. they adore each other, they are OBSESSED with each other, and i know it’s not gay in canon but like in every fucking scene where one of them looks at the other... that expression is love!!!!! like holy shit. they’re like damn teenagers, it’s pure and innocent when it can be because they’re just... well they’re really soulmates. doomed to be platonic or doomed to never last, but soulmates nonetheless. rex and I have, uh... a LOT of verse variations on this ship but it never fucking ends well. in one, will just fucking DIES. they’re in a relationship already, and he dies, and that’s that. in another, they have very clear feelings for each other and they’ve tried a relationship, but they accept it can’t last when will gets a command of his own (which he does, and finally accepts). there’s the one where will stays on the enterprise but they just can’t do a relationship because they work together too closely, their ranks make it too difficult, picard ends up having to choose between what’s best for will and what’s best for the crew... so it has to end. or it can never really even start. there’s of course the one where picard isn’t rescued from the borg and is locutus forever (will probably ends up having to kill him, we’ll see where that thread goes). and THEN my personal favorite: everyone THINKS will died, picard ends up in a relationship with tom, and eight years later will turns up alive after all, only for his boyfriend to be dating his clone brother. 

Stanford Pines here’s another example of how picard’s capacity for love ends up fucking him over. setting the scene, ford ends up on the enterprise, he’s there for a few months at least, maybe much longer. as they spend more and more time together, and their friendship grows, he very very quickly catches feelings. he’s completely enamored with the traveler. and it’s slow going, but as it turns out, ford feels the same. and it’s really great, all things considered, because even though bill is out to get them, they have each other. it’s a whirlwind and amazing and they are completely in love, and I’d venture to guess that marriage does come up in conversation. probably mostly as a joke or vague conceptual (a dixon hill themed wedding does sound fun), but it’s at least on picard’s mind. here’s someone who isn’t starfleet but is accepted on the ship as a guest, who is so similar to him in all the ways that matter, who he’s completely in love with and would without question lay down his lie for -- and maybe he won’t leave, the way vash did. except he does leave. not because he wants to, but he has to. maybe he’s whisked away into another dimension without warning, not even a goodbye. or maybe he realizes he has to go, he still has a job, and this brief summer romance-esque time on a starship in the future is only one dot on the roadmap of his life, and he has to move on. picard probably never sees him again, they probably can’t even communicate. he hears (for he makes sure he has a way of keeping tabs on what happens across the multiverse) that bill is defeated, and he knows ford must have been the one, but he’ll never even know if the man survived. and i think he’ll always be in love with him. ford leaves ripples everywhere he goes it seems, and some of those leave wells that can never be filled in. picard’s heart is one of them.

tom riker ah yes... the ship that should not have existed, i still am not completely certain how it exists, or why. all I know is it’s precious and wonderful and ALSO cursed like everything else. because tom shouldn’t exist. and he does, and he and the rest of the world make the best out of it, but he’s not supposed to be there. most of the time, rex and I play with picard and tom in the verse where will dies in an accident and tom is brought onto the enterprise out of pity to take data’s place when the android is promoted to first officer. from there, it spins off in two ways. first -- picard just hates tom’s guts. understandably. but there’s the same attraction he felt with will because they share so much in common. and tom ends up feeling things towards picard too, and somehow they end up kissing and then there’s awkward feeling things and  yet they both....... slowly end up friends and then TOGETHER and they both think it’s pretty fuckin weird but..... it happens and it’s sort of okay. and honestly it works out best that way, and it actually lasts. except it’s still questionable and a little unhealthy and maybe slightly dysfunctional. but not as dysfunctional as... OPTION NUMBER TWO where will dies and tom... PRETENDS TO BE WILL for the longest time. because that’s awful. and then picard finds out but a relationship happens anyway??? and they keep tom’s identity a secret because things are good and tom is happy for the first time ever but picard and will can’t really publicly be in a relationship either and everything is so secretive and there’s sooo much guilt from both parties for different reasons and. hmmm even though they like... stay together and maybe eventually they can get married it’s just not?? built on strong foundations??? and yeah hm. food for thought.

IN CONCLUSION everyone jean-luc picard loves either leaves him or dies or can’t be there the way he wants them to be or it can’t work because of their duties or it’s dysfunctional and unhealthy as shit! 

[rum-and-shattered-dreams]

An AU idea (inspired by this post) where Stan threw a rope to Ford as he was being pulled into the portal. He let go of his journal in favor of grabbing the rope and it was lost to Bill's dimension. Stan had saved him and for that, he was grateful. They talked and forgave each other for the past and all seemed well for as much as a day. That was when Bill's ruthless anger became apparent and he took full advantage of his deal with Ford. Thirty years later, the demon is still punishing him for his refusal to rebuild the portal.  (This has been nagging at me for a while now.  Since it's Forduary, maybe it's time to bring it back.  It sort of fits the paranoia theme.  It's been a long time since I've mentioned this AU but there are more posts about it under my "the man downstairs au" tag, including some brilliant ideas and contributions from other creative minds.  For now, here's a little piece of it.  I'm not sure if I'll write anymore for it (though I'd like to make this scene into a comic at some point) so I'll just release this into the wild for anyone to imagine what they'd like about it.

Warnings:  Psychological torture, angst, physical torture mention

A quiet mind was a rare occurrence for Stanford Pines even before he'd made the deal that plunged his life into lonely confinement.  Yet, it had been nearly twelve hours since the dream demon had last visited him.  He understood why.  Today's silence was, in itself, a form of torment - time alone, confined, unable to do anything but think about the things he couldn't do.  He'd had days like this before when the boredom nearly drove him over the edge, when knowing that access to activities as simple as writing, drawing, or reading could result in more scars added to the spattering of discolored lines and bruises already etched across his body.  But today was especially difficult.  He hoped, honestly hoped, his brother had enjoyed his day and, at the same time, hoped he'd visit soon, if only to relieve him from the miasma of his own mind. And so he waited, sitting among pillows of various sizes and colors on the padded floor, leaning against the equally padded wall of a cell built for him in his own basement; built at his own insistence to protect the world and built at his brother's to keep Ford, himself, as safe and comfortable as possible.  Despite the hours passed, his right eye remained reddened and raw from repeated possession.  At least, he thought, it isn't bleeding anymore.  At least, it hasn't rotted away to nothing yet.  Though, it certainly felt like it might at times.   He hadn't had access to a mirror in so long that he could only imagine how dark the circles under his eyes must be, how pale his face must look, and how thin he must have become.  Bill had only allowed him to eat and sleep enough to keep him teetering on the edge of life.  After all, he wanted him alive for more than one reason.  Too bad he wasn't sure anymore if he still wanted himself ali- A knock silenced his mind.  His head snapped up, looking past the bars of his cell to the wooden door centered in a wall covered in family photos and his own drawings (only in crayon since they were toughest to weaponize), his only window to the outside world. "Hey, Ford.  Mind if I come in?" his brother asked. "Certainly!" he answered, lifting himself to his feet and stepping over piles of pillows to approach the bars with an enthusiasm he hadn't felt in far too long mingled with a sinking feeling in his chest. Stan cracked open the door, peeking through to assure himself it was safe to enter.  He emerged slowly, one hand held behind his back, clad in an atypical outfit composed of a tropical shirt, khaki shorts, and his fishing hat.   Before he'd even fully opened the door, Ford flooded him with questions.  "How did it go?  Did the kids enjoy fishing?  Did you catch anything good?  Did you have fun?" "Well, it started off shaky, he answered, closing the door with a light click.  "They went off on their own to hunt some monster thing for a while but they eventually came back and we had some fun.  They wore the hats I made them." "That's good.  You worked hard on those," Ford said, his hands absently wrapping around the bars between himself and his brother. "Yeah.  I uh...  Here," he said, handing Ford a floppy fishing hat. He unfolded it, his fingers tracing the hand sewn letters spelling out his own name, a smile lifting the corners of his lips. "It's for when we figure this all out," Stan said, digging in his shorts pocket.  "I uh...  have some photos if you want to see."     "Of course!"  He stared down at the photos held out before him, refusing to reach through and take them.  He didn't need them torn to shreds by the monster in his mind.  "They're growing up so fast.  But, it does look like you had fun.  I'm glad.  You deserve a break." "Yeah, well...  So do you," Stan said with a melancholy sigh.  He turned the photos in his hand, gazing at them as he mused, "They're great kids, ya' know.  I think they'd understand if I told them about you and our uh...  situation.  He pocketed the photos, his hand rubbing the back of his head.  "I mean...  That is...  Do you want to meet them?" Ford smiled ready to answer with a joyful "yes" but his smile sagged mid-word and he corrected himself, "I would like to, yes.  But No.  It's too dangerous.  I'M too dangerous."  He sagged to the floor, his back to the bars, huddled in on himself as if trying to be physically smaller. Stan dropped to his knees, reaching through the bars to rest his hand on his brother's shoulder.  "I know it's been a long time.  Far too long.  But, we'll figure this out." Ford cradled his head in his hands, his voice shaking as he spoke, "He keeps rearranging things in my head.  There are ways...  It's maddening that I know I know them but they're just...  I just...  can't think of them."   Stan risked a little more, his arms stretching past the bars to hug his brother.  "I swear if I ever get my hands on that monster I'll..." he sighed, his anger melting into a gentle murmur, "I'm sorry things are still like this."   "No..."  Ford croaked, his voice straining, "No... Please..." Stan leapt back, anticipating Ford's violent turn toward him, his hand swiping through the bars.  Stan fell backwards, staring in awe at a sight he'd seen enough times that it should have lost it's impact on him.  His brother grinned wildly, his eyes glowing yellow, tears staining his cheeks. The cackle passing through his brother's lips grated on his nerves.  The demon's nasally whine echoed unnaturally through the basement, "You know how to end this, Brainiacac.  Rebuild the portal and you can see your family all you want!" Ford blinked, his eyes dimming back to their usual brown as he backed away from the bars.  "No," he answered, his tone failing to be as steady and stern as he wished it could be, "No!  I won't let you into our world."  He took another step back, tripping backwards over a bolster pillow. He clutched his head, fighting against himself, "Get out of my mind!" But he'd never once been able to successfully ward off the benefactor of the deal forged of his own gullibility and misplaced trust.  The yellow glow shone through his eyes yet again. "Hey, I'm not exactly happy about being in your brain box this often, either," Bill snorted, "It's too confined in here," he explained, motioning to cell, "to have much fun.  Sure would be nice if I could throw you down the stairs again like old times!  But, suit yourself.  Enjoy the mystery bruises tomorrow!" As the demon faded from his mind, Ford heard his brother call his name, an edge of desperation to his shout. "Stanley..."  He shook his head looking toward his brother through blurry eyes.  Stan still sat, slightly disheveled and stunned on the basement floor.  "Stanley!  Did...  Did I hurt you?" "Nah, I got out of the way in time," he answered, trying to wrangle his words into a lackadaisical tone adding a dismissive wave of his hand. "Because you've gotten used to avoiding it..."  Ford turned away, edging himself closer to the padded corner.  "I'm sorry Stanley..." "Ford..." "Just...  go.  Please," he whispered. Stan sighed, reaching into his pocket for the photos of himself and the kids.  He pinned them to the wall beside a faded photo of his childhood self posing with Ford in front of the Stan O' War.  "Someday," he muttered nearly inaudibly.  He turned back to his brother, huddled in the corner in a fruitless attempt to minimize his breakdown.  I'll figure out the way to fix this, he thought, opening the door and letting himself out.