#✒ are they watching me? || ﹝ anon ﹞

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ANONYMOUS said: Does Stanford remind y’all of Alexander Hamilton from the musical Hamilton as well or

this is pretty ironic since I used to write his replies while spamming the Hamilton musical on repeat

[lazydreamer19]

300 followers celebration:

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[angelxxreaper]

i love poe's work, i definitely reccomend it! one of my other favorites of his is called the tell-tale heart. it's about an unnamer narrator who attempts to prove himself sane to the reader after he committed a murder. another excerpt because once again, english major.

"The ringing became more distinct: — it continued and became more distinct: I talked more freely to get rid of the feeling: but it continued and gained definitiveness — until, at length, I found that the noise was not within my ears.

No doubt I now grew very pale; — but I talked more fluently, and with a heightened voice. Yet the sound increased — and what could I do? It was a low, dull, quick sound — much such a sound as a watch makes when enveloped in cotton. I gasped for breath — and yet the officers heard it not. I talked more quickly — more vehemently; but the noise steadily increased. I arose and argued about trifles, in a high key and with violent gesticulations; but the noise steadily increased. Why would they not be gone?

I paced the floor to and fro with heavy strides, as if excited to fury by the observations of the men — but the noise steadily increased. Oh God! what could I do? I foamed — I raved — I swore! I swung the chair upon which I had been sitting, and grated it upon the boards, but the noise arose over all and continually increased. It grew louder — louder — louder!"

-✒ anon

Ooh!!! Tell Tale Heart! Actually, this excerpt’s use of sensory experiences to manifest guilt really reminds me of The Scottish Play, if you know what I mean. With Lady Macbeth unable to wash the blood stains off her hands from the growing guilt.

Maybe it’s not exactly the same, but I’m not an English Major. It’s not exactly my first language lol

[sixersigned]

ANONYMOUS SAID: will you ever forgive bill?

Why does it not surprise him? If it isn't that damned demon prying, it's someone else. Stanford can't even begin to process that question had actually been asked for a moment, and he folds his arms as he leans back against his desk. Bill had butchered what they had. He has displayed time and time again he only ever sought to deal ill, to Stanford and the people he cares about. Cipher is more than paying his dues now, but will it stick? Ford just can't tell. He doesn't know if any progress can be made from someone forged in the fire of their dead dimension. The guy is already plotting fifty different ways to cause a jailbreak.

He knows that everyone makes mistakes. He's made more than enough himself. But if they used that idiom for everything, none of them would be here anymore – and why should forgiveness be wasted on people who continue the same line of behaviour? He can't forgive what Bill did, and he can't forget.

“ No. Don't waste your breath asking again. “

[sixersigned]

ANONYMOUS: Why is he so silly

" Why not? Life's too short for serious. Sometimes. "

[sixersigned]

ANONYMOUS SAID: Question! Are you really silly? :3

" No, I am terribly serious. "

" Now, check out my infinity die flicks! "

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ANONYMOUS said: I WANT YOU.

" ...forward. "

" I am quite flattered, but I'm afraid I must decline. "

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ANONYMOUS SAID: Speaking of musicals I think about Stanford whenever I listen to non stop from hamilton. “why do you assume you’re the smartest in the room? Soon that additude may be your doom. Why do you write like you’re running out of time? Write day and night like you’re running out of time. Everyday you fight like you’re running out of time. Keep on fighting in the meantime.”

oh, yes absolutely this song!! non-stop is definitely one of the main songs i used to spam back in the day. all that talk of hubris, not pondering the consequences of his outspoken intellect, and the parallels to running out of time because he works like his life depends on it! very true post bill portrayal too

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ANONYMOUS said: 😡

hc + 😡 for a headcanon about something that makes them angry

headcanon meme. / accepting!

If there is something that Stanford is very sensitive about, it's being perceived as second-best. This has mellowed out with the years, but Nikola Tesla was his hero; an unsung, foreboded hero for science. He had long since dreaded facing an Edison, someone who took credit for all his hard work, and Stanford dedicated EVERY FIBRE of his being to his work. He is defined by achievement (as courtesy of Filbrick), and if he doesn't have that, he's nothing. It's why he was so beaten up when it came to F's leave. It's not just him losing his best friend, his confidant, but he had long since been comparing Fiddleford to that simile--afraid that F would abandon him like everyone else while riding his coattails. Honestly, it's a weird mixture of something he's angry at himself at rather than other people, but the two come hand in hand.

He has grown past this hubris to varied degrees, more content now with what his family thinks of him than his inherent success ( besides, he's already made scientific discoveries most studious people would shake a fist at. lol).

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ANONYMOUS said: Is there actually a fourth journal?

“A fourth journal? “ the man responds with a blink, seeming blank-faced for a moment. He seems utterly perplexed by the question, until he remembers something from the deep recesses of his mind. He laughs, shaking his head. “ No, no, no. That'll be the overflow edition for if I'd ever made it past interdimensional travel. I was very ambitious, haha! Very odd—it went missing not long before F left. But, on account of the fact I had bigger fish to fry, I didn't dwell on it much then. Just about as much as I dwell on it now. Who knows where the placeholder went? “

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ANONYMOUS said: how exactly did mothman end up owing you money

“ Office lamps. I am not even joking; I look away for one moment, and the entire thing is gone. Most of my budget went to replacing light sources. Got to the point I had to resort to good ol' fashioned candlelight, “ Stanford replies with exasperation, looking through his filing cabinet. He never minded the odd draw to the light... he just wished the Mothman hadn't just made off with entire lamps. “ Unfortunately, he's about as elusive as the Invisible Wizard. My luck has been abysmal trying to track him down. “

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ANONYMOUS SAID: are you still hiding anything from your family?

He's quiet, immersed in his study at the question. One would have thought it all behind him now, keeping these... secrets. Well, he will say one thing. It's no secret he keeps finding those blasted books, burning each one quicker than the last the moment it manifests under his pillow. That's one good thing to come from his recent ventures; not being haunted by oddly-textured parchment wherever he went. As for where those ventures lead him, he hadn't the thought to speak to his family about it. Or, well, actually, he lies. He has, multiple times. Considered it, contemplated telling them about it.

Yet there's a myriad of reasons that he tells himself not to. The guise that he's keeping them safe, that it's his responsibility to deal with this, his otter... why did—never mind. That, and he's still not quite sure whether Bill still tethers connection to his brother. He can't endanger them, any of them. He has to keep an eye on this triangle or it will all crumble again, yet part of him wonders if it's just an inkling of shame. He knows his family would protest. God forbid, he can hear Stanley telling him not to waste time on someone who has done him so much ill. But these circumstances are exceptional. Stanford has always prioritized the universe over himself. He'd done it once, he can do it again, and now he just has more to fight for.

“ No, “ he states, closing the book he was annotating. “ At least, nothing they need to know. “

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ANONYMOUS SAID: High six bud!!

The memory is sepia, faded—yet oddly enough to Stanford, as vibrant as other. The swings sit in the same place, the seats swinging idly in the wind ( THOUGH ONE IS BARREN AND TORN, ON ITS LAST THREAD FOR SUPPORT ). The sand crunches beneath his feet, the ocean crashes onto the shore in certain rhythm, and the sun beats down in him just like it had all those years ago. If there's one thing about his mindscape, it's consistent across the decades, bar the overgrown fields lying in the distance, but that is the part that hides in remorse of all things passed. No, his mind is focused on the blurred voice, the figure almost anomalous across from him.

He is twelve years old, the flag rustles in the breeze, and the hammer was put to the final nail. Or so you would think as the ship sits there, eroding away into a dying dream. And amidst it all, the figure stays, hand hovering in the air waiting for a response. Thunder rumbles in the distance, and he stands in his sixties, watching the ghost flicker between fact and fiction. Stanford knows it is neither, a repeating dream he never finds resolution for. The hand always falls before he can return it, like always. And then lightning strikes, and in a blink, the ship is burning blue, silhouette burning into nothingness.

And then he wakes. The day starts anew.

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ANONYMOUS SAID: Dropping by to say you are so relatable for spamming musicals while writing I’ve been putting Anastasia on blast this past weekend

I need to listen to that musical in full to be honest! I've only heard bits and pieces, but the Epic musical just has me in a chokehold at the moment so I've not been able to listen to much else, haha!

[sixersigned]

ANONYMOUS said: 👻

hc + 👻 for a headcanon about supernatural occurrences

headcanon meme. / accepting!

Ghosts are either a bane of his existence or a threat to his life; it is perfectly rational to fear them, and he expresses exasperated disappointment to whatever soul might try beating up a ghost with a baseball bat. He's dealt with categories 1-10. He has seen their highs, and their very weepy lows. That said, Stanford is very sensitive spiritually--seeing things that most normal people wouldn't (he likes to thank his mother for that). Whether that's the innate weirdness magnetism, or his own luck, is anyone's guess. Most ghosts don't like him, but some see him for the misunderstood brainchild he is. Does he like them? No. They're probably stealing his life essence as we speak, or sticking possess me signs on his back.