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pheonix-inside · 25 days ago

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(Ignore that this took me the better part of a day)

Ok ok ok so. This follows the AU/headcanon that the Stan twins are transmasc. How would that work growing up in the 1950s/60s? Idk use your imagination.

But Ford still manages to pass as a dude by college and ends up in the male dorms at Backupsmore, where he rooms with Fiddleford. And they both pretty much fall head over heels for each other, but Fidds is the epitome of internalized homophobia and Ford is too emotionally unintelligent to recognize his own feelings, let alone Fidds' obvious ones.

So things go the same as canon, they part ways and Ford goes to Gravity Falls, Fidds marries Emma May. And Ford eventually asks Fidds to come to GF and help him with the portal.

But then, unlike canon, the tension between them becomes too much. One night they're a bit too sleep deprived or had a bit to drink or smth idk yet but boom now they're having an affair. With all the angst and conflicting feelings that come with it.

Of course, Fidds still falls into the portal and leaves the project, leaving Ford alone to pretty much deal with the problems he unintentionally caused, only now, Ford feels a bit off and hasn't had a period in a while. He blames stress and the testosterone he scienced his way into making for himself.

Spoiler alert: It was not the stress or the self made T

So Ford realizes a bit too late that oh shit he's pregnant, but by then he has no clue where Fidds is and is well into his self isolation and spiral to avoid Bill. And man's not a doctor, and is very deep in stealth mode rn, so it's not like he could get an abortion or somehow give himself one. So man's gotta have a baby.

(Plus, idk if this is a popular opinion, but based on how Ford is with Dipper and Mabel, plus how much he loved the shapeshifter when it was a baby, I actually think Ford would kinda want to be a dad. Idk if he'd realize that - I think he'd be so tunnel visioned on his scientific goals that he wouldn't even think about it as an option, but if presented with it, he would be willing. Especially after getting humbled, which the falling out with Bill definitely did (he definitely needed a little more humbling but it was a start))

Anyways fast forward probably only a few months (bc again it took him forever to notice + stress and not taking care of oneself due to a mental spiral probably wouldn't result in the baby wanting to stay in there for too long) he has the kid, it's a bit scary bc he's alone and again, not in the best state, but at the end of it all he's got a healthy baby girl and they're both okay.

He names her Andromeda because honestly the name just sounded nice in my head and he would name his kid something nerdy like that, and cries like the minute she's born when he notices she has six fingers on both hands, like him

I wanna draw her eventually bc I've got ideas about her ranging from childhood to adulthood but I am not the fastest artist.... Or much of an artist at all tbh

Either way he manages to get by with baby Andromeda for a month or two until he realizes that living off of rationed food in isolation in his shack is not at all sustainable if he wants to raise his kid. So he decides to send Stanley that postcard to give Bill one more hurdle to climb over to get that portal.

And then things either go the same as canon, or they don't. It depends on whether or not Andromeda wakes up from her nap earlier than expected or not.

Ford's got some kinda super techy baby monitor set up in his underground office.

So one of two things happen.

Stan and Ford get into a fight, Ford gets accidentally pushed into the portal, and a few hours into Stan's desperately trying to get it back running, Andromeda wakes up and cries, alerting Stan to her existence. And now not only does he have a missing twin brother to bring back, but a niece to raise. Uh oh.

Or.

Andromeda wakes up while Stan and Ford are fighting, before they get close to the portal. And it jars them enough that they stop. And then Stan helps Ford figure out a different way to stop Bill. And also reconnect with Fiddleford, and help him get better, and raise their daughter, and overall try to get their lives (including Stan's own) in order.

Stanley nicknames the baby Andy, and despite Ford's annoyance the nickname sticks better than Andromeda ever did.

Alrighty @localcanadian-blog1 and @gaybutterflynerd bc y'all commented y'all get tagged. Bc I want attention lol.

Would anybody like to hear about my AU where I pretty much threw a baby at Stanford Pines and then overthought what happens next

#andy pines au #gravity falls

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thelastspeecher · 4 years ago

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Stan Falls in Love With a Frog

We started talking about a new Scenario in the Discord, and it’s been making me very happy, especially since the Scenario takes place in a Mystery Trio-style AU, and I’m a big fan of the Mystery Trio AU. So, I whipped this up earlier. Enjoy.

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Stan sat on the edge of the dock, looking out over the water of Lake Gravity Falls. In the fading light, mist curled above the lake surface. He sighed and reeled his fishing line back in.

Dammit. I shoulda got here earlier if I wanted to catch anything. Stan wasn’t opposed to night fishing in general, but he was opposed to it in Gravity Falls. He had seen in person some of the weird things that came out when it got dark. Something surfaced in the lake, breaking the thin layer of fog. Speaking of… Stan idly watched it swim. Wonder what kinda spookum this one is. The creature pulled itself out of the lake and onto a large rock. Stan’s jaw dropped. That’s a chick!

It was rapidly getting darker, so he couldn’t make out many fine details. But the creature looked eerily like a human woman. With the exception of elongated, webbed feet and ears, what looked like a pair of antennae, and mottled skin. She pushed back her short hair with hands that also seemed to be webbed.

What the hell is that? Stan leaned, squinting, trying to get a better look. The movement knocked his tacklebox into the lake.

“Shit!” he swore. The woman looked over. Her eyes, glowing a soft blue, widened. She dove back into the lake. Stan sighed. “Great.” He got to his feet and trudged back to the Stanleymobile. Before he got in, he glanced back at the lake. The water was as smooth as glass.

It was like the woman had never been there.

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Stan returned to Lake Gravity Falls the next morning at the break of dawn. Normally, he wouldn’t wake up so early just to go fishing, but Ford and Fiddlenerd had a full day of traipsing around in the forest planned. If he wanted to actually have enough time to catch something, he needed to fish before, not after.

If Fiddlenerd’s weird little sister wasn’t visiting, this wouldn’t be a problem. Stan sat down at the edge of the dock and opened the tacklebox he’d “borrowed” from Fiddlenerd. But Fiddlenerd wants someone with actual muscles to be there to protect her from whatever’s in the woods today. There was a loud thunk to his left. Stan looked over. He gaped. The tacklebox he’d dropped in the lake yesterday sat next to him.

“What the hell?” Stan opened the tacklebox to inspect its contents. It was soaked through, which made sense, given it had been at the bottom of the lake the night before. But other than his fresh bait, nothing was missing. “How did-” There was a soft splash. Stan looked up. A creature was in front of him.

It’s that one lady from yesterday. She was mostly submerged, with only her eyes and the crown of her head above the water. Her hair was a black that, like her light green skin, blended in with the lake. She looks sorta like a frog.

“You brought me my tacklebox,” Stan said. The frog woman nodded. “Why?” She hesitated, then sunk underwater. Stan waited for a few minutes to see if she would come back up. When she didn’t return, he sighed and began to set things up to fish.

The missing bait makes sense now. Of course a frog would eat all my worms.

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“It’s about time!”

“Yeah, yeah, nice to see you too,” Stan groused, pushing past Ford and into the house. He’d spent more time than he meant to fishing. Naturally, the moment he came back home, Ford got on his case.

“We were supposed to leave an hour ago! Today’s plans are completely ruined!” Ford said. Stan rolled his eyes.

“Walking around in the woods isn’t something that takes all day, Poindexter.”

“The specific location Fiddleford and I were going to take his sister to is quite some distance away.”

“It’s fine, Stanford,” said the aforementioned sister of Fiddlenerd. She was laying on the living room couch, reading a guidebook on amphibians of the Pacific Northwest. “I was hopin’ to check out some of the cute places in town, anyways.” She smiled at Ford. “The forest can wait fer tomorrow.”

“I- but-” Ford started.

“Before you short-circuit, Sixer, I’ve got a question,” Stan interrupted. Ford glared at him. “So, I saw this frog-lady at the lake-”

“Frog-lady?” Ford scoffed. Out of the corner of his eye, Stan saw Fiddlenerd’s sister still. “Are you mocking me?”

“What? No! I thought you liked weird shit. I mean, you came up here to study it and dragged me along to be your muscle.”

“I like magical creatures, Stanley,” Ford said, crossing his arms. “Not regular humans who have features you might think resemble an amphibian.”

“She wasn’t a regular human!”

“There are no humanoid amphibious creatures around here,” Ford said firmly. “There is, however, a woman in town who was born with webbing between her fingers and couldn’t afford the surgery to get it removed. I think it’s rather cruel of you to make fun of her.”

“No, I wasn’t-” Stan sighed. “Whatever.”

“Go upstairs and change,” Ford instructed. “You smell of fish.”

“Like you’re one to talk, Mr. Doesn’t Shower For a Week,” Stan muttered. Fiddlenerd’s sister snickered softly. He began to walk upstairs. “At least someone around here’s got a sense of humor.”

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Though he had returned to the lake at dusk that day, Stan hadn’t seen the frog-lady. He came back the next morning at dawn, hoping to spot her again. As he sat at the end of the dock, he found himself dozing off, lulled into sleep by the early hour and peaceful surroundings. He was jolted back to wakefulness by a splash nearby.

“You came back,” a voice said. Stan looked up. It was the frog-lady. Her head was now fully emerged from the water. She looked at him with intelligent blue eyes. Though her face was one shade of pale green, the rest of her head was mottled with darker greens. Her nose was thin and flat, evidently nonhuman.

“Well, yeah,” Stan said with a shrug. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest. “I’ve gotta thank you for giving me back my stuff.”

“It’s yours. Why would I keep it?” the frog-lady asked. Her voice was lilting and musical, sounding almost like raindrops hitting leaves. And yet, there was something about it that seemed familiar. Like he’d heard her talk before.

“I dunno. ‘Cause you could?”

“Heh.” The frog-lady smiled. “I don’t really have a need for human things.”

“What are you?” Stan blurted out. The frog-lady froze. “Wait, shit, was that racist of me or something?” The frog-lady nodded silently. “I take it back.” He cleared his throat. “My name’s Stan. What’s yours?”

I don’t wanna scare her off. She might be a frog, but she’s pretty cute.

“…Rana,” the frog-lady said after a moment.

“That’s pretty.”

“Thanks.” Rana chewed on her lip for a moment. “Why do you want to talk to me?”

“What do you mean?”

“I know what your brother does.” Rana’s eyes bored into Stan. “I know he likes to study critters like me, with or without their consent. Are you collecting data for him?”

“Please.” Stan waved a hand airily. “Even if he and Fiddlenerd were both in full-body casts, he wouldn’t want me to collect data for him.” Rana managed a small smile. “He’d probably hire some weirdo from town to do it instead.” Rana snickered softly. Like her voice, it sounded familiar. A car engine roared to life, the sound echoing across the lake. Stan looked over. Someone had pulled into the parking lot. He looked back at Rana.

She was gone, only a few ripples remaining on the surface where she’d been.

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Stan paced in the living room. It had been a week since he learned Rana’s name, and many more meetings with her at dawn. And to his shock, he was beginning to fall for her.

Sure, she’s not human. Sure, she hasn’t come out of the water all the way yet. But she’s nice and funny and teases me when I say something racist against frogs. Stan smiled fondly, remembering how he had brought her worms yesterday, only for her to throw them at him. I like a lady who doesn’t take any shit. He frowned. She doesn’t like worms…what does she like? I’ve gotta impress her if I’m gonna make a move on her. She gets spooked so easily.

“Stanley,” Fiddlenerd said wearily. Stan stopped. He looked over at the card table in the corner, where Fiddlenerd was working on some sort of machine. “Yer goin’ to wear a hole in the wood if ya don’t stop pacin’!”

“Nah, let him keep goin’,” Fiddlenerd’s sister said. Once again, she was on the couch reading a book about amphibians. “Maybe he’ll pick up the pace and start a fire.” She smirked at Stan, who merely rolled his eyes in response.

“What are you still doing here?” he asked. Fiddlenerd’s sister shrugged.

“I like it here. I’ll stay until Fidds kicks me out.”

“So, you’re never gonna leave,” Stan said flatly. Fiddlenerd’s sister snorted in amusement. Stan sighed. He looked back at Fiddlenerd. “Do you know anything about frogs?” Bringing up frogs to Ford only resulted in him scolding Stan, no matter how Stan phrased his questions. Fiddlenerd shook his head.

“No. But Angie does.”

“Who’s Angie?”

“Wh-” Fiddlenerd set down his wrench, staring at Stan. “My sister!” Stan looked at Fiddlenerd’s sister, apparently named Angie. She waved at him cheerfully. “She’s been here fer over a week and ya haven’t even learned her name yet?”

“It didn’t come up,” Stan said with a shrug. Ignoring Fiddlenerd’s sputtering, he sat down next to Angie. “So. Your name is Angie.”

“Yes. It is.”

“It’s a lot more normal than Fiddlenerd’s name,” Stan remarked. Fiddlenerd let out a squawk of protest. Angie sighed.

“Spit it out. What do ya want?”

“Do you know about frogs?”

“I certainly hope I do, since my doctorate is in herpetology,” Angie said tartly. Stan frowned at her. “The study of reptiles and amphibians.”

“Ah. Okay.” Stan scooted a bit closer. His nose picked up on a faint pondwater smell coming from Angie. She eyed him warily. “What do frogs like?”

“What do-” Angie stared at him. “What?”

“You heard me. What do frogs like?”

“I mean, it depends on the frog.” Angie rubbed the back of her neck. “What do ya need to know this for?”

“There’s this frog-lady that I met-”

“Oh, pish posh,” Angie scoffed. “I’ve heard ‘bout yer frog-lady from Stanford. He says that she don’t exist.”

“And you’re just gonna believe him?”

“I ain’t an expert in the wildlife ‘round here. Stanford is. I don’t really have a choice but to take him at his word.”

“Where’s that famous herpetology skepticism?” Stan asked. Angie rolled her eyes and got up, setting her book on the nearby end table.

“I’m goin’ fer a walk,” she said. “If I see any frog-ladies, I’ll let ya know.”

Great. She was my best shot at advice for Rana. I mean, she knows frogs and she’s a woman! Stan’s eyes landed on Angie’s book. Hmm… He picked it up. There was a bookmark. He thumbed to the bookmarked page. It was the beginning of a chapter on a specific genus called Rana. Huh.

“That’s weird,” Stan muttered out loud.

“What?” Fiddlenerd asked.

“None of your business,” Stan shot at him. Fiddlenerd rolled his eyes and went back to working on his machine.

My frog-lady has the same name as a kind of frog. Makes sense. Stan looked over at Angie, who was putting her shoes on by the front door. But why was Angie looking up that kind of frog?

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Rana giggled at Stan’s latest terrible joke. Stan beamed.

“Glad you’ve got a sense of humor,” he said. Rana smiled. Car tires crunched on gravel. Stan didn’t have to look to know that it was the arrival of the early fishermen. After two weeks talking to Rana, he’d developed a routine. He would sit at the edge of the dock and wait for her to emerge, then the two would chat until the first fishermen showed up. Stan sighed. “Same time tomorrow?” he asked Rana. Rana nodded. She dipped underwater.

Stan got up and made his way down the dock, ignoring the fishermen who clearly thought he was insane to be at the lake so early for no apparent reason. He walked over to where he normally parked the Stanleymobile, only to remember he’d parked by the edge of the forest that day.

“Great decision-making, past Stan,” he mumbled idly. “Parking where the gnomes could bite through your brake lines again.” He went to the Stanleymobile. Before he opened the door, however, he heard a large splash and leaves rustling nearby. A voice swore softly.

That sounded like Rana. Stan tucked his car keys back into his pocket and went into the woods, following the sound of Rana’s voice. He arrived at a small clearing at the edge of the lake. Rana had pulled herself onto shore. Stan stared at her. It was the first time he was seeing below her neck up close; he’d only seen her full body once before, back when he knocked his tacklebox into the lake. Her front was the same pale green as her face, with darker greens mottling around her sides and back. The texture of her skin looked soft and slimy. Despite her hourglass figure, she was fairly flat-chested.

I mean. She is a frog. Why would she have boobs? Rana pulled herself up into a seated position, leaning against a tree trunk. Stan stared at her long, flipper-like feet. No wonder she swims so fast. Suddenly, her feet began to shrink. Stan’s eyes widened, watching Rana’s flippers change to pale, human feet. His eyes widened further as he realized that her feet weren’t the only thing changing. Before his eyes, Rana was transforming from a frog-lady into a naked human woman. One that Stan recognized.

Rana got up and grabbed a pile of clothing from behind the tree, mumbling to herself. A twig snapped under Stan’s foot. Rana’s head shot up. She stared at Stan in horror.

“Stan?!” she squeaked. Stan swallowed.

Damn, her nose gets flat when she’s a frog.

“Hey, Angie.”

#I based Stan's frog-lady off of the nixies from the Spiderwick Chronicles #so if you want a frame of reference I would google image search that. they are v cool looking #anyways this Scenario is fun and I love it v v v much #Mystery Trio AU #Stanley Pines #Stanford Pines #Fiddleford McGucket #Angie McGucket #ficlet #my writing #my stuff #speecher speaks #Nixie AU

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rhodochrosite-love · 5 years ago

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WOW everyone who commented on my Wirt birthday post are amazing!

Here’s the au I’ve been working on where it started off as just a Ford Pines self insert, but turned into very interesting idea!

Stanley is kicked out and Ford goes to Backupsmore, while Penny stays in Jersey to help pay off her childhood home’s mortgage. All in the early 1970s.

Ford is awarded a doctorate 3 years ahead of schedule, and prepares to move to Gravity Falls, Oregon in 1973.

In the same instant, Ford gets a call from his parents and after he tells them he’s moving to the northwest, they inform him of Penny living with them. Shocked, Ford is conflicted. Should he go to his sweetheart? He couldn’t imagine what could’ve happened that made her stay in his parents home… After consulting with Fiddleford, he quickly travelled back to Jersey to confront Penny.

Penny explains that she couldn’t take care of the house like she thought she could, what with her book-keeping job as well as her secretary position AND the pressure from it all really weighing her down. She couldn’t help her home anymore so she turned to the only people she knew left in Glass Shard-- Filbrick and Caryn Pines. She had been pulling her weight with buying food, despite Caryn’s pleas to rest whenever she could and her job offers.

Ford listened and took her side. He said he was moving out West to Oregon and had wanted her to come with him. He missed her dearly and could clearly see she needed to get away-- Jersey is no place for a princess.

She accepts in a heartbeat at the thought of living out there, alone with her sweetheart amongst the wood.

1972-1979 Penny and Ford start a life of adventure in Gravity Falls up in their cabin in the woods, catalouging new anomalies every day! After such a hard time, Penny adores the relaxing atmosphere and spending time with her boyfriend after 3(ish) years.

C. 1976 Penny can’t help but begin to think about the future with Ford, and tries to decide whether or not they should marry. In her heart she knows she wants to, but in her mind she feels as though Ford wouldn’t be as on board for whatever reason. After speaking with Susan (Lazy Susan) and Lana (Wendy’s mom), her newfound friends, she decides she has to speak with Ford!

After being avoided most of the day by her beloved (due to him being very distracted by the mystery of the Hide-Behind, and eventually their unavoidable run-in with it. emotional scenes with Penny’s annoyed tone) At the end of the day, Ford admits over dinner that he was avoiding her for the whole day due to his nervousness. After being asked why, he tells her that… “I’ve been fascinated by anomalies my whole life-- the Hide-Behind, the Gnomes, the Eyebats, that UFO theory I’ve still got stuck in my head--” “Stanford, please.” “--Even I, as normal as I may seem, my six fingers made me who I am today! … But… “ Ford reaches in his coat’s pocket, and pulls something from it and places it on the dinner table. “You, Penelope Wright, have been the one thing that’s done both for me-- Fascinated me, baffled me, cherished me, twirled me ‘round and ‘round again ‘til I was dizzy with delight.” “Ford, what’re ya sayin’?” “Penny, dearest... “ He reveals the item, it being a ring with the sweetest red gem in its center shaped like a rounded heart. Penny sniffled, “The apple… Stanford, you’re such a prince!” Before he could utter those four simple words, Penny kissed him breathless. When she pulled away, he was flushed from his ears to his nose and asked her then, whispered against her lips. She said yes, and then many times that night.

C. 1977 Bill realizes his plan is being challenged by this engagment! He had never thought of Penny to be a true problem until now, what with the now foretold probability of the wedding and children as a distraction! Bill makes a deal with Lana to guide Ford to the cave in which Bill was scribed by the natives in exchange for a long life. Ford summons Bill and to no avail, nothing happens until Ford falls asleep.

It was then Ford dreams about Bill and begins to work with him to open his dimension to study the weirdness of Gravity Falls and beyond.

With the new development in the mysteries, the wedding is delayed and Ford and Penny become very busy in their new findings with Bill’s help.

C. 1978 Fiddleford McGucket is employed as the head engineer in building the Portal to the other dimension. Upon hearing the news of Stanford’s engagment, he hoorah’d and congradulated his old roommate.

C. 1978-1979 The portal has been built, as well as the bunker and the second level of the basement. Fiddleford begins to despise his creation and begs Ford not to follow through with his plans and instead publish his findings and settle down properly with Penny. Ford declines and they move to test the portal the next day, Jan 18th 1979.

Jan 19th 1979. Fiddleford gets sucked into the portal, but then gets rescued by Penny and quits the whole she-bang.

Jan 20th, 1979. Bill sees that he has to manipulate Penny, too. She’d been taking Fidds’ side, and since she’s very close with Ford, it’s necessary. He enters her dreams and states that if she make a deal with him, he can make him see reality again. To Penny’s knowledge, Ford’s been driven to madness with his paranoia and struggles to see the light. Bill says that he can fix everything. If he ensconced a baby in Penny’s womb, one that’s both her’s and Ford’s completely, he will see the light again. In return, she has to take a hike. She makes the deal, and he ultimately sends her away. Confused, she cries. But when Bill explains that he basically makes her pregnant with a baby of a man that ‘doesn’t love her anymore’, and literally told her to ‘take a hike’. Embarrassed and humiliated, she flees into town and stays there, leaving Bill to torment Ford to his isoceles heart’s delight.

Sometime in October, before the 22nd, 1979. Penny gives birth to little Walter in Sacred Hirsch Community Hospital. At this point in time, Ford has been thrown into the portal by accident and Stanley has taken his place, in the process of making money for the new Murder Hut.

1980. Penny interrogates this new so-called Mr. Mystery, thinking he’s Ford. She rips at him, accusing him of neglecting her and hurting her. A lot of anger comes out, as well as sadness and despair and raw misery when she says that he no longer cared about her, and she doubted he ever had in the first place. When Stan pulls her to the side and finally looks her in the face clearly (before he was frantically looking around the room, his hut full of customers), he recognizes her faintly as Penelope Wright, the girl Sixer was in kahoots with back in Jersey. He sees her and the now crying baby she’s holding and connects the dots, and is flabbergasted that he’s an uncle! Well, he was already an uncle but that was for Shermie! Penny argues that it was a mistake. Little Walter was the making of a demon named Bill Cipher, and she never should have trusted him. Stan then takes her down to the basement and shows her what he’s done.

1981. Penny gets a job as a waitress at Greasy’s Diner with a little help from Lazy Susan.

1982. Penny needs to start fresh. Despite the fact that she’s got a job and is living with Stanley with a 3 year old Wirt (despite being named Walter, his first word was an attempt at ‘squirt’, which was a nickname given to him by Stanley. Everyone simply calls him Wirt now), she misses all the adventure from when she had Ford. Realizing she’s missing Ford, that son of a bitch that fell into a hole so deep he couldn’t climb out, she needs to get away. She saves up money from her Greasy’s job and now the Mystery Shack (unofficially hired. Stan just says that she’s always rearranging and flipping stuff over and it happens to look nice so he gives her some funds. She’s tried to refuse the money before, but he intensly insisted that she take it.) and moves to Arizona. Teary goodbyes are made and she hugs Stan the tightest of all, telling him to keep in touch.

1983-1994. Walter “Wirt” Wright is living in Arizona with his mother, Penelope Wright.

C. 1985. Greg Universe visits town and performs a live gig and seduces Penny. After a couple of succesful dates, they end up having unprotected sex. Not long after, he leaves town for another gig in Delmarva, doing gigs along the way. She ends up falling pregnant and struggles to comprehend the consequences.

C. 1986. Gregory Wright is born.

C. 1994. Halloween night, Wirt and Greg experience an adventure in The Unknown.

1999. Mason and Mabel Pines are born from Randy Pines and Kathy Pines

(2003. Steven Universe is born from Gregory “Universe” DeMayo and Pink “Rose Quartz” Diamond. Everything that happens with Steven is seperate from Dipper, Mabel, Wirt, and Greg.)

Update - Summer 2012. Penny takes a vacation to Gravity Falls and visits the Mystery Shack. She marvels at Dipper and Mabel and exclaims their cuteness. Mabel likes her when she’s given a butterscotch, but Dipper can’t help but question her motives. She seems awfully close with Stan and gets along well with everyone! Is she hiding something?

All is well until Dipper catches Penny trying to steal Journal #3, and he fights with her over it in his bedroom. Penny falls down and cracks something, making her scream. Stan rushes upstairs and takes Penny away, giving Dipper a nasty stinkeye. He tries to argue that she was trying to take his Journal, and Stan reacts by taking it himself.

Stan and Penny argue in the basement, saying that Dipper should have the Journal back. Stan tries to argue that he shouldn’t, but gives in. After making photocopies, Penny gives it back to Dipper. At first Dipper is skeptical, but awes when she tears up in front of him about it.

“Wow… You really care about the author, don’t you?” “Yeah, we were close…” She sits down beside him, opening the Journal to the Gnomes. “I remember the first time we saw the gnomes together… They tried to take me as queen!” “No way! They took Mabel as queen two weeks ago!” DIpper interjected, to which Penny laughed. “That explains this, then!” She pointed her crooked finger to the words; “Weakness: LEAFBLOWERS!” They both laughed.

At the end of it all, Dipper trusted Penny infineitly more. He was also more curious, as she knew the author. She wouldn’t give him a straight answer, however. Just saying he reminded her of her own son, Walter.

Penny stays in Gravity Falls until the Twins’ Birthday is over and they’re heading off to California.

August 22-25 2012. Weirdmageddon takes place. Penny serves as a scavenger and is found by McGucket and taken back to the Mystery Shack to be protected. She joins in the fight to defeat Bill Cipher, and when everyone’s in the Fearamid, it’s the first time Penny’s seen Stanford in nearly 33 years. He begins by saying hello, and saying he missed her. Before he can say anything further, she hugs him tightly, saying that he can apologize later. He prepares to retort, but when seeing Fidds’ face in response, he quietly hushes and hugs her back.

August 28 2012. Ford apologizes for how he acted and what he had done to her, like he always should have. She tells him about their son Wirt and he’s shocked. She tells him the deal she made and how she moved out of the state. After that conversation he hugs her tight and says she never should have gone through that. If he were a better man back then, she wouldn’t have had to make a deal to have a baby.

The same day, Mabel secretly arranges a wedding for her Grunkle Ford and new ‘Grauntie Penny’. Stan is on the sidelines for the whole occassion, but finally takes his brothers side as the Best Man. Mabel is the flower girl and Dipper bares the rings, while Susan is her maid of honor. Stanford promises to protect and cherish her for as long as he lives. Penny promises to care for him and heal him when the times arise. They smooch after some crazy heartfelt vows, thus they are married.

October 15 2012. Penny and Ford celebrate Wirt’s 33rd birthday. Wirt still isn’t used to his dad but comes around when he sees just how quizzical he is. They’re so alike it’s crazy!

November 2012. Penny joins Stan and Ford on the Stan ‘O War II.

(just to keep track-- in 2020 Wirt is 41, Dip and Mabs are 21, Greg is 34, and Steven is 17)

Mans that’s what I have! I’d love to hear anything from y’all about this!

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vulpixen · 7 years ago

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College Connection

Characters: Stanford Pines, Fiddleford McGucket, Annabelle (my Mrs McGucket oc), and Lucina Evergreen (my oc).

Summary: Ford gets a break from his study time to unwind, thanks to his friends insistence he should. However, Ford was unaware of what his friend has in store for him as he’s introduced to someone named Lucina Evergreen who may change his life forever.

A/N: Hey there, guys! Writing this late at night to contribute for @forduary in this week’s theme: College. Also, I wanted to take this chance to introduce two of my own characters, Lucina Evergreen and Annabelle McGucket (my own interpretation of her), for an au I have in mind where Ford finds someone to love. Don’t know what to call the au yet, though. Hope you all enjoy!

In Ford and Fiddleford’s dorm, 1972….

Stanford was at his table, stacked with a large variety of textbooks he needed to study for upcoming exams, wanting to have high grades on all of them to get through Backupsmore University as quick as possible and earn those PHD’s. Of course, he studies as if he was running out of time with the all-nighters he’s pulled so far into his first year. He was leaning back in his chair, something menial to do to help him focus, not being aware of anything else happening in his surroundings.

He was well into one of his books with a pen in his mouth when his roommate and best friend, Fiddleford McGucket, comes inside the room, looking rather happy about something.

“Hey Stanford, I’ve got somethin’ ta tell--”

The sudden opening of the door made Ford lean back further on his chair, making him fall with a thud, but thankfully, he wasn’t harmed, though rather annoyed. Ford gets up and repositions the chair he was sitting in, grumbling from having been disturbed in his study time.

“Is it important, Fiddleford?” Ford asked with a slightly raised brow while placing his book on the table. He was curious nonetheless what his friend was so cheery about.

Fiddleford smirks a tad, excited to tell him for what he has in store for his friend, “~Weeeeellll…~ Mah girlfriend, Annabelle, has a roommate she wants ta introduce ya to. I’ve met her and boy will you two have loads to talk ‘bout!”

Ford was unimpressed and inquired, “Really? You want me to go out on a double date with you? With a woman I haven’t met myself yet?”

Fiddleford sighed, bringing up, “Ford take a break from studin’ fer at least one night. The exam isn’t for awhile and ah just think, as yer friend, ya need ta unwind. If this here night doesn’t go well fer ya and her, then ah promise ah won’t try ta set ya up again. Deal?” He extends his hand for a handshake. To humor his friend, Ford returns the gesture, knowing Fiddleford means well in what he’s doing.

However, Ford questioned if a girl could ever accept him fully -- flaws and all. Ford hadn’t pursued a relationship since high school and it was a trainwreck for him, nor has he since coming to college. He thought back to how Stanley tried more than once to help him get a date, but end up failing one way or another. Why would this time be any different, he wondered. Ford took a deep breath, just this once, he’ll give the benefit of a doubt.

“Can I know some about her to get an idea how she’s like, at least? And where we’re going too?” Ford asked, leaning against his bed to give Fiddleford his undivided attention.

Fiddleford nodded with a bright smile, elaborating, “Glad ya asked! Her name is Lucina Evergreen and she’s ‘bout yer age. She studies in philosophy and cryptozoology. She’s polite, if a bit shy with people, like someone I know. Can mostly be found studyin’ outside in that big ol’ tree near the wooded area with a book in hand. Plus, she has complete Heterochromia Iridium: her right eye blue while her left eye is brown. The rest ya gotta know yerself,” Fiddleford grins a tad when he finished.

Ford’s eyes widened slightly from the intriguing details he’s hearing. Perhaps meeting Lucina herself would yield a promising relationship once he gets to know her more. Her fields of study were an interesting choice; someone who ponders about the world and shares their thoughts and feelings about life itself, with the addition she is interested in the paranormal. At the mention she has a physical anomaly does give him confidence that Lucina would know what it’s like to be different compared to everyone else; a smile forming on his face at the thought. At the same, he was nervous and anxious about meeting her, hoping he somehow doesn’t screw up that would make her turn away from him, like all the other times before.

“Also, we’re goin’ to the roller disco place close to the college.”

“What?”

At the roller disco place...

That night, the whole building was alive with music and college students having a grand time, well almost everyone as it wasn’t Ford’s preferred destination to be. Ford didn’t plan on roller skating, but knowing Fiddleford, he would coax him into it. The music playing was a good selection that even Ford finds himself nodding his head.

Further into the building where the tables and chairs were near the snack bar, Fiddleford guides Ford to one table where two women their age, Annabelle and Lucina, were conversing. Annabelle had a head full of long curly, chestnut brown hair wearing a flower crown Fiddleford made for her earlier.

Annabelle wore a dark purple jumpsuit with a pair of boots of a lighter shade and pink-rimmed glasses; her caucasian skin dotted with freckles on her face and the brightest smile to light up a room in the void, so it seemed; possibly how Fiddleford fell in love with her not too long after meeting her.

However, Lucina was clearly different, she seemed more reserved by her posture. Her smile was pleasant and shy upon her seeing Ford for the very first time. Lucina wore a short brown sweater vest over her yellow long sleeve top, wearing blue bell bottom pants and black boots. Lucina’s physical features included her medium toned skin with light freckles under her eyes -- those eyes one would see on a husky dog where her right eye is blue, while her left is brown -- and her long raven black hair in a feathered fashion. For once, Ford was excited to know her more. Lucina being the same when she sees him and his unique hands with the extra digit.

“Oh there ya’ll are!” Annabelle chirped, getting up to greet her boyfriend with a big smooch on his cheek, “I was just tellin’ Lucina ‘bout yer friend. I swear by my mother’s name they’re good things.” Annabelle peaked over Fiddleford’s shoulder to see a sheepish Ford with a nervous smile. Fiddleford and Annabelle exchange knowing looks, putting their plan into motion. Fiddleford grabs Ford’s hand, guiding him over to have a seat next to Lucina, the poor man and woman not knowing what’s going on.

“How ‘bout you two chat while Annabelle and myself go groove it on the floor,” Fiddleford gently takes his girlfriend’s hand, the two heading over to the counter to go get roller skates and getting to dancing like pros.

Ford and Lucina didn’t know what to say to the other first, the two already learning each other’s names before having the chance to make proper introductions.

“Thanks a lot for putting me on the spot”, the two thought in unison regarding their respective roommates.

Ford tapping on the table for a moment to think before he spoke with a small smile, “So Lucina, I… um… what got you interested in your fields of study?”

Lucina brightens up a bit and shares with him, although a bit shy to say in case he may find it too weird to his liking, though finding the courage to bring up in her soft spoken voice, “Well… I’ve always been curious by all that’s around me and what wonderful, yet dangerous things may lurk in the land, sea, sky and beyond what we can see,” she chuckles a bit in thought before continuing, surprising herself she’s holding a conversation, “Comes from being born and raised in a sleepy town in the deep woods of Oregon.”

Ford found himself in awe of what the woman’s sharing with him, beginning to grow more and more comfortable with talking to her about their shared interests. Thinking about his own “anomaly” he asked her, “Lucina, do you sometimes feel insecure about your eyes? I think they’re gorgeous personally--” Ford blushed, the thought being blurted out of his mind.

Lucina blushed back, hiding away her eyes behind her bangs out of habit, but then smiles pleasantly from processing what he said, slowly revealing her eyes once more as if they were curtains.

“Th...Thank you, Stanford. I do feel insecure about my eyes sometimes. Some people don’t like to look at me for too long, thinking my eyes stare into their soul and judge them or something. But in the woods where I live, I don’t feel the need to hide them away. Where I feel at peace and free. Basically my life story, just about. Sorry that I droned on, I haven’t even gotten to ask you about anything to know you yet,” she nervously laughs, glancing away.

“Don’t worry about it, Lucina, I’m patient. Ask away,” Ford said. Neither of them could believe they’re bonding, but they are as they continue to talk more about one another, completely toning out the sound around them as if they weren’t at a roller disco anymore.

Fiddleford and Annabelle looking on with bright smiles on their faces, glad to have found that their plan worked without a hitch.

#gravity falls #vulpixen fanfiction #gravity falls au #forduary 2018 #week two: college #stanford pines #fiddleford mcgucket #gravity falls ocs #vulpixen's ocs #annabelle mcgucket #lucina evergreen #mrs mcgucket #gravity falls fanfiction #forduary

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kittykat-creations · 7 years ago

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Deaf Stan Twins AU

So, after binge-watching “Switched At Birth” on Netflix for a few days, my brain gave me an AU where the Stan twins are deaf. So... here goes another explanation post for an AU I created! (Includes Fiddauthor, gay!Ford, and my OC)

At five years old, they both get meningitis (which is what Daphne got in the show). This is what causes them to go deaf. Trash Can (Stan and Ford’s dad- please don’t make me type his name) then leaves because they’re deaf (because isn’t that just what he would do), leaving Ma Pines with the deaf Stan twins, age five, and Shermie, age fourteen.

Neither of the twins can talk or hear once they go deaf. Ma is able to explain to them what happened (Ford gets it more easily that Stan) and gets some A.S.L dictionaries from the library. She, Shermie, and both Stans learn sigh language. After a while, Stan and Ford discuss sign names for their family members. Stan suggests ‘Nerd’ for Ford, but he doesn’t want it and signs that if he has to be ‘Nerd’, then Stan has to be ‘Jock’. Stan agrees to this. Shermie ends up being ‘Moody’, and Ma is ‘Best’ (because, according to the Stans, she’s ‘the best mom ever!’), although they still just call her Ma.

For three years, sign language is the only way Stan and Ford are able to communicate. They’re bullied at school for being deaf and they can’t talk to anyone else because none of the other kids bother to learn sign language. So they’re stuck in their own little bubble. When Ma is able to find affordable speech therapy classes, they started going and learning to talk. Of course, the kids at school just make fun of how they talk. When they find the Stan O’ War, it’s an extra bit of escape, to imagine that one day they’ll live in their world where they won’t get made fun of for how they talk and use sign language.

Stan and Ford aren’t forced to go to boxing classes, but Stan wants to. To protect his brother. When Ford figures out his sexuality, he’s nervous to tell his mom, but he does tell her. She slowly accepts it more and more and by the time Ford meets and dates Fiddleford, he introduces the two of them.

Stan still breaks Ford’s project. But he’s not tossed out. Instead, Ma makes them both sit down and talk it out. They do, and Ford learns that it really was an accident, and they remain close. Stan even moves to an apartment near the Backupsmore campus. Ford is still bitter for awhile, but eventually he gets over it.

Ford goes to Backupsmore and accepts that he’ll probably be the only deaf student on campus. He avoids meeting his roommate until the second day. He’s ecstatic when he sees Bella signing “I love you” to Fiddleford as he leaves, because he’s lost and is happy to see another deaf student. Unfortunately, she’s not deaf, she only knows the one sign. But she’s nice, and helps him out, and he thinks that maybe college won’t be like the rest of his school year. And then he meets Fiddleford, his roommate, and he’s nice about it, too.

Ford introduces Bella and Fiddleford to Stan. Stan and Bella start dating. Bella and Fidds want to learn sign language and the twins happily teach them.

Gravity Falls.

Ford arrives, and Fidds comes with him right away, and Bella and Stan moved in in town, so they’re all nearby. Fidds keeps Ford safe from anything that could sneak up on him because he can’t hear it coming. And then Ford summons Bill. And Bill shows up in Ford’s mind, and Ford realizes that he can hear him. And this isn’t a voice he knows from before he went deaf, this is a new voice, so it couldn’t be a dream. Bill’s voice is the first voice he’s heard in over twenty years, and it’s one of the reasons Ford gets so attached to the demon (adding to that, Bill pulls up memories of Bella and Stan and Fiddleford talking so Ford can hear their voices).

The portal incident. Fiddleford goes through. He’s talking too quickly for Ford to get any of what he says, but when Fiddleford stomps out, he gets the idea. Fiddleford quits. Breaks up with him. (Tate has been born, Bella was the surrogate, he stays with Bella and Stan a lot) Ford calls Stan over far too late. Requests that he takes the first journal and takes it across the country. Stan gets upset, because Ford hadn’t talked to him in awhile, and he’s worried about Fidds, but Ford won’t tell him anything, and Jesus Christ, Ford! I can’t go across the country, I have a family! and they fight, and Ford goes through the portal, and Stan can barely see his brother’s lips form the word “STANLEY!” And the room goes still, the vibrations from the portal stop, and it’s a different kind of ‘dead silent’ than the kind Stan is used to.

Bella and Stan and their kids and Tate move into the shack, so that Stan can work on the portal. They still can’t find Fidds. Stan starts the Mystery Shack, because why not? They need a source of income other than Bella’s books. The next 30 years go pretty much according to canon. Stan doesn’t take his brother’s name, though, just fakes his death. All the kids grow up learning sign language.

And the summer that Dipper and Mabel arrive. Shermie taught his son sign language, and that son taught Dipper and Mabel. But they’re rusty, because they’ve never needed to use it before. And yeah, Stan can read lips, but he prefers sign language. So the twins re-learn and do a pretty good job. Mabel remembers to slow down when talking to her Grunkle (and she comes up with her own signs for ‘Grunkle’ and ‘Graunty’, which are just combos of the signs for ‘great uncle’ and ‘great aunt’), but it takes a while. Stan misses most of what she says for the first few weeks of summer.

When Ford comes back from the portal, he can hear. When he meets Jheselbraum and she puts the metal plate in his head, she offers to do something so that he can hear as well. Ford is against it at first. But the multiverse is a dangerous place, even more so if you can’t hear. And most of the aliens he interacts with don’t have visible mouths to read. So he does it. And when Stan finds out, he’s a bit upset. This, plus that Ford thinks it’s Stan’s fault he went through the portal, is what they fight about.

Weirdmaggedeon. Ford gets captured. Stan becomes chief of “whatever’s left of normal.” They rescue Ford, and he draws the zodiac, and Stan is standing over by the Fearamid entrance. Ford can’t call for him, so he runs over and tells him, they need to get on the zodiac, and Stan is upset about it but does so. Not without the whole “Say thank you!” argument. And Stan can’t tell, but Ford doesn’t say ‘Thank you’ out loud. He signs and mouths it.

And then the dreaded ‘Grammar, Stanley’ remark.

Stan gets his memory erased. When Bill’s in his mind, he notices that he can hear his voice. Bill offers the chance to hear Ford’s voice, in exchange that they don’t kill him. Stan doesn’t shake his hand, but Bill let’s him hear anyway. Stan both hears his brother’s voice for the first time in sixty years and punches Bill. And Stan remembers sign language afterwards. And once he gets all his memories back, he remembers Ford’s voice. But he never tells him. And Ford is able to get the thing that Jheselbraum put in so he could hear removed. Even after so long, it still felt strange to be able to hear.

Ford sees Fiddleford again. He forgot sign language, so Ford teaches him again while he can still hear. It’s a long way coming, but Fiddleford remembers all the signs. Once Ford gets the device removed, Fiddleford is still able to communicate with him. And they started going out again.

Stan and Ford go out on the Stan O’ War II, along with Bella and, later, Fiddleford. Stan and Ford are always up the latest, long after Bella and Fidds go to bed, and in those hours, not a single word is spoke. Sign language only. They don’t even move their lips.

#gravity falls #stanley pines #stanford pines #deaf characters #Deaf Stans AU #fiddauthor

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inktheblot · 7 years ago

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As awful as it was, Fiddleford getting Portal straight to the head was what snapped Stanford out of his Bill-worship and stubborn adherence to the success of the transuniversal metavortex. What if that didn't happen, and Weirdmageddon came to fly 30 years ahead of schedule?

Or, a summary of an AU I will probably never get around to writing but I put too much thought into anyway.

Setting the scene of 1982-Weirdmageddon in full swing. Turning Gravity Falls inside out is fun, but eventually, of course, Bill figures out that he can’t go any further than this stupid hick town. He turns to who else but Stanford Pines, the man who changed the world, for potential solutions. “Hey, pal, you wouldn’t happen to know anything about this barrier thing, would you?”

Ford is basically Bill’s brainwashed little lap pet of the apocalypse by this point. The demon decided to keep him around because messing with him is entertaining and he might happen to have some decent knowledge left in the ol’ noggin that could come in handy later. “You belong here. I am your Muse and you are my Genius,” Bill constantly reminds him, an endlessly repeating mantra in his head. Bit by bit, Bill has twisted Ford’s thoughts and convinced him this is where he was meant to be all along: living among freaks and monsters.

Now Ford is half-asleep and half-drunk from time punch. He starts babbling about the Law of Weirdness Magnetism and how yes, you can drop the barrier. But after layers of intoxication and mind alteration, he’s barely talking coherently at all, so Bill takes things into his own hands. “Hey, don’t wear yourself out, kid! You wouldn’t mind if I just poked around in that brilliant mind of yours for that equation, right? See, it’s no biggie…You rest, Sixer. I’ll handle the hard work here.”

But Ford’s mind is a mess now; it’s not even close to organized anymore. It’s scattered with lots of weirdness, lots of upside-down-ness…and triangles. Lots of triangles. It’s pretty funny, Bill thinks: a couple of years ago, Stanford Pines was the most driven and determined young scientist this side of Dimension 52, and now he’s complete chaos-ified slush.

Bill amuses himself sifting through the disarray of Ford’s Mindscape, until he comes across something very interesting tucked inside a battered textbook. It’s an old photograph of two near-identical boys posing on a beach, all sunburns and smiles.

Bill gets a Wonderful Awful Idea.

“OH BOY. OH BOY OH BOY. CONGRATULATIONS, MISSUS PINES, IT’S TWINS!”

How HILARIOUS would it be to hold a little family reunion??? While Bill’s physical form can’t leave Gravity Falls - yet - the Dreamscape is still his to conquer, and it won’t take long for him to pick up this second Stan. He puts Ford’s mind to sleep and returns to the material world, only to project his dream form back outward moments later. He leaves the town - and his pet - in the hands of his Henchmaniacs.

Stanley is, frankly, in deep shit, as we might expect. By the time he dreams of this floating nacho, he’s just about had it with the world. Since he never got that postcard from his brother, he’s pretty convinced that no one gives a damn about him and nothing in his life is gonna turn around anytime soon. He’s pretty dead set on ending it all, but he figured he’d at least sleep on it before being too rash.

Then along comes this triangle guy who seems to know Lots of Things, throwing haughty proclamations and bizarre nicknames left and right. “Hey, Fish Head, you’re a bargaining man, yeah? How’s about striking a deal with me,” he proposes. “Before you go blowing your brains out, I thought maybe you might want to see your brother one more time…”

Stan is not on his conman A-game. He's too exhausted and miserable to try sorting through riddles and deals and God knows what else. He does protest the offer at first: “Nah, why bother? I haven’t seen him in like, what, twelve years? He hates me.” But eventually he figures this is all a dream, and anyway, he has nothing to lose. So he shakes the demon’s hand.

The blue fire thing is a little creepy, but he doesn’t have much time to process it, since the next thing he knows, his body is being yanked out from under him.

He regains consciousness somewhere that must be very far away from the deadends of New Mexico. This doesn’t look remotely like his trashy motel room. It doesn’t look like Earth at all, really. “What the hell is this? Is this hell?? Is that what that flyin’ corn chip was getting at? I’m dead, I’m in hell, and - and - and Ford’s here too! That’s it, isn’t it? This is it? This is - this is the end?”

Right on cue, Stanley catches sight of his brother, now somewhat awake and alert again, floating in midair, glowing yellow and looking utterly…well…demonic. Something deep within Stan breaks. He balls up in manic panicked laughter on the floor of the Fearamid.

Things don’t go too well between a Stanley barely alive and a Stanford spellbound by otherdimensional evil. An ugly conversation fueled by old grudges and new magic commences.

Eventually Stan finds a means of temporary escape from Bill’s lair, dropping onto the streets of chaos-torn Gravity Falls, muttering curses to himself all the while. The next human being he happens to run into is none other than Fiddleford McGucket, decently crazy but still technically sane. That’s when solutions start happening…if tackling a grumbly guy in the street because "DID YOU SAY STANFORD?! YOU’VE SEEN STANFORD?!” is any way for things to start shaping up.

Fidds is safe, relatively speaking. When things started getting messed up, he immediately figured Ford’s research had something to do with it. He rushed over to Ford’s house, where everything was pretty much wrecked, but he managed to snatch up Journal 1 and the components for the unicorn-hair protection spell. Then he found a shed to put up the shield around, to keep himself alive at the very least. He avoided use of the memory gun as best he could, figuring a situation like this would require all his wits, and anyway, trying to forget about this living nightmare wouldn’t make it disappear.

Stan and Fiddleford explain to each other as much as they know about Stanford and the situation at hand, and begin to formulate a plan. They return to the Fearamid with the memory gun. One of them distracts Bill while the other blasts his influence out of Ford’s head.

The three reconvene. Stan and Fidds attempt to jog Ford’s memory: just enough to get him to understand what’s going on, but not so much that he falls back under Bill’s power.

Seeing the people he loves most so distraught ignites something in Ford. He is reminded of all the things he wished he’d said to them, all that he owes them, and he knows what he has to do to make it up to them. As if again possessed but now by a benign force, he sets the memory gun in his own name and summons Bill into his mind one last time, offering up his genius and the equation needed to escape Gravity Falls.

Bill answers the call immediately, meandering through Ford’s mind in search of his prize, only to realize soon enough that everything is going down in blue flames. He whips around to find the image of Ford staring him down, his eyes clearer than they have been in over a year.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” Bill shrieks. "YOU’RE DESTROYING EVERYTHING! WHAT ABOUT ALL WE WORKED FOR?! YOU CAN’T DO THIS TO ME! YOU ARE MY GENIUS! I AM YOUR MUSE!”

“It’s true that there is great Genius involved in this, but you won't find it in here,” Ford murmurs, thinking of his brother and his best friend holding down the trigger on the other side of his consciousness. “No one else will suffer from your trickery…or my foolishness."

Bill screams. Ford exhales. The Mindscape fades to white. The invasive weirdness evaporates from Earth Dimension 46’;.

Ford awakens to Stan and Fiddleford leaning over him, tears in their eyes and worry on their faces. They manage to convince their amnesiac companion to return to his old house, but any hope of restoring his memory seems for naught…

That is, until Fidds happens upon a stray thirty-eight-sided die stuck in the floorboards. “This was our favorite game in college,” he explains to Stan wistfully. “Kinda nerdy, maybe, but we sure had fun with it. How did that chant thingummy go? Something like…‘with pen and paper, shield and sword…’”

A weak and tired, but nevertheless passionate voice sounds from the other side of the room.

“‘Our quest shall be our sweet reward.'"

#gravity falls #stanford pines #bill cipher #fiddleford mcgucket #stanley pines #my fic #kinda sorta #idk man just take it #i've been calling it #genius au #now that i think about it #this is kinda some weird fusion of mystery trio and one of us honestly

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amydiddle · 8 years ago

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FanFic Appreciation Week

I feel like I am getting on this kind of late but I have excuses. But here are some great authors or some amazing fics that I have enjoyed and gone back for a few fandoms. I have a lot of stories from a lot of fandoms most Gravity Falls because I am currently obsessed with it right now so here we go:

Doctor Who:

Those Who Help Us Most to Grow by Crystal Rose of Pollux

They have written an amazing amount for the Second Doctor and Jamie McCrimmon and this is just a sample of some of their work. This is the story I always come back to when I need some Doctor and Jamie interaction. I suggest checking out all their works if you enjoyed some of these short stories

The Regenerations of The Doctor by My Lord Doctor6735

I enjoyed this fic when I was seaching for a taste of every doctor. It is simple and sweet and that is what I enjoy about it most.

Supernatural:

These are the only four writers I will recommend in this fandom. They get the characterization more than the actual show writers do.

Bring Him Back by A. Zap

This is a good short story that gets you right in the feels.

The Collector by Aini NuFire

This person writes AMAZING works. This is the one that got me addicted to their writing. I recommend everything they have every written but please read this. It is feelsy and heart breaking and I love it so much. I may go re-read it.

Forgotten by NorthernSparrow

Even if you hate this fandom I recommend reading this fic. It is amazing and heart wrenching and it really brings tears to your eyes. It also has companion pieces that go further into this universe and hardships. A Winter’s Tale also would be a good read for this writer.

Family Matters by 29Pieces

Really put the conflicting emotions into you about John Winchester as a character and seems like something that could have happened on the show.

Young Justice

Possession by Ally Marton

WARNING: Kidnapping, Emotional abuse, Stockholm Syndrome

This fic really got me into loving Wally West and, more specifically, Wally West Whump. So much pain into this bright eyed speedster. This is my favorite fic I have found from his genre in the YJ fandom and I have re-read is a lot.

In The Grave by Adoglover5

WARNING: Kidnapping, Buried Alive, Heavy Themes

Like I said. I like Wally getting hurt and this is just wonderful. Another well written and dark themed fic.

Harry Potter

Obsidian Rhapsody by Cobalt Violet

WARNING: PAIN. SO MUCH PAIN.

Pairing: Wolfstar

This fic hurt a lot to read but it was amazing at the same time. It is a recommended read if you like darker themes and darker AUs. Also check out more by this person. They write AMAZING Wolfstar

Afterlife by Veinne

I do care about this fic just because it is more realistic...in a sense.

By the Light of the Full Moon by TheChasm

This fic is incomplete and it is sad to read but I put it here anyway because it is amazing. And painful. Painful and amazing.

James Potter and the Shrieking Shack by Avery-Lou

Because there always needs to be more fics where the Marauders find out about Remus’ furry little secret.

Not Ever by orphan_account

Werewolves and Magic and Dreams, Oh My! by glitterfics

WARNINGS: This story is rated Mature

You can’t have a bunch of Remus stories without werewolf pain. This is another great discovery story that gets into the nitty-gritty.

Captain America

This, You Protect by owlet

This whole series is a MASTERPIECE. It focuses on Bucky and was created right after the Winter Solider came out. I like this version of how events could have gone a little better then the movies and I recommend this fic to everyone that loves Bucky Barnes.

To Be Vulnerable Is Needed Most Of All by perfect_plan

Paring: STUCKY

This is a good AU fic that I didn’t think I would enjoy enjoy when I clicked on it very late at night. It deals with some heavy things like PTSD and Panic Attacks but all over is a good fic about two people that become the best couple ever.

to memory now I can't recall by Etharei

WARNING: This story is rated EXPLICIT

Pairing: STUCKY

This story is really good and tries to be as historically accurate as possible. I was looking for a swicher-roo fic and this gave me everything I needed. I really have a hankering for more of the Howling Commandos so if anyone has any of those I am open.

Welcome to Night Vale

A Momentary Lapse Of Reason by PippinSqueaks

This story is just amazing! It is probably the only one I am recommending for this fandom. It follows along with Carlos’ view of this strange town of Night Vale and him falling in love. It doesn’t stop there. You get invested with the OC scientists and their lives. It ropes you in with the strange familiar and then traps you. I love it so much and go back to it all the time when I am listening.

Gravity Falls

Wednesday, 12 Dec. 1979 by xusu

This fic is just great and feelsy and goes along with the worry any friend should have over his injured compadre. I love this fic a lot and it is a good read when wanting to dive into Fiddleford and Stanford’s friendship.

Dead Of Night by dan_vs92

WARNING: Threat of Self-Harm, Blood, PAIN, Just all over Bill being a dick

Pairing: FiddAuthor

This story is how I came across the most wonderful and terrible person the fandom could give me and I love it. I love it so much. A shared love of making the skinny scientist that is Fiddleford H. McGucket suffer. @danvssomethingorother is a great writer and you should read EVERYTHING. And I mean it. Read EVERYTHING of theirs and spam review them. They are great. From Fiddauthor or FiddleStan. Just go and love their stuff.

Cold by slytherfoot

WARNINGS: This story is rated MATURE for a lot of reasons.

Bill is a dick. A real big dick and I hate him so much but that is why I love this story. Playing on emotions and shit is just so...ug...and Fidds suffering always spices up my life.

Stanley McGucket by The Last Speecher (HeidiMelone)

PAIRING: FIDDAUTHOR but it isn’t that big in the story till later

Let me tell you about this story. I clicked on it in the dead of night when I was exhausted just looking for a good Stan story and came back with all these characters that I love dear to my heart. This AU and these OCs are just precious and I love them so much. @thelastspeecher has created a great world and you should read everything they have wrote. EVERYTHING. DO IT.

Blind Faith by pinesinthewoods

WARNINGS: BLOOD, GORE, RATED MATURE, SO MUCH PAIN

This story is the best AU I have every found. (At least one of them). I cannot tell you how painful it was to read all of this and come out whole. It is a journey and if you have not read this AU then you are missing out or know what is good for you and your stomach.

Abuelito by jikanet_tanaka

Breaking up the pain train with some nice Soos and Stanley father-son moments. Cause we all need that in our lives. At least I do.

Gravity Falls Timestuck AU by the_subpar_ghost

I love this fic for many reasons. Just Mabel being in the past is enough to fix some things that went wrong in the past. This story is also well written and amazing. I just think everyone should read this if they love young Stans, Mabel, and craziness.

Unfinished Business by thesnadger

WARNINGS: Character Death

Back to pain. This fic is all about Stanley dying in a very tragic way and just giving you ghost feels. I won’t give much but I cried a lot while reading. Ghost!Stan always makes me sad. You should check out more of @thesnadger‘s fics as well. I enjoy them a lot.

The Adventure with the Mindscape by Giroshane

Mindscape fics are kind of over done but this one is good. Trust me it is. It is Ford breaking down and you really get to see the connection between the brothers. It is just pain.

Please Don't Come Again by LogicalBookThief

Back to some happy with Stan fighting for Soos. Soos and Stanley father-son bond is pure and needs more fics.

The Ghost that Lives in Great Uncle Ford's Basment by LookerDeWitt

More Ghost Stanley for your fancy. This one Stan dies and haunts the Shack that never became the shack. Sadly the Mystery Twins’ summer is kind of bland mostly because of Stanford the Paranoid but it gets better. Trust me, it does.

The Pit by looneymoony

PAIRING: FIDDAUTHOR

A silly little fic that is all about two nerds realizing they like each other by falling to their deaths in a bottomless pit.

Cutting the Knot by Sarah1281

PAIRING: FIDDAUTHOR

This fic is a good Christmas time carol but also something more. It is a story that changes how time works and it also gives Ford a good life with a loving BF and a kid. What could be better then that? A fix-it fic with holiday charm.

The Time Wish by Sarah1281

This is a good fic where Stanley gets a time wish and chooses to fix this past. I think this is nice because it gives everyone part of the ‘Mystery Trio’ a second chance at a better life when they were younger.

Jersey Boy by Fordtato

WARNINGS: Period-Typical Actions, Historically Accurate, Drug Use

PARING: FIDDAUTHOR

This fic is still in the works and it is not last because it is the worst. It is last because it is amazing. It is a wonderful slow-burn fic that just so wonderful. It follows the time period wonderfully, Fidds is a little Hippie sass-master, Stanford is so awkward, and I just love this fic so much. It would be a crime to leave it off this list. If you love historically accurate things, dorky college boys, hippies, and just Ford in college this fic is for you.

This is in NO WAY all the fics I can recommend but this is all that I think I can cram into one post. Gravity Falls is my main fandom right now so it does take more room but all these fics are worth a look into. Check out all these writers and LEAVE REVIEWS/COMMENTS ON THEIR STORIES. Don’t click to read without leaving some feedback.

Of course you can check out my fics on FF.NET and AO3 if you want to see some of my stuff. You can use my favorites and bookmarks to find more of the stories I loved.

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thelastspeecher · 5 years ago

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King Stansort AU - The Queen

I’ve had part of the scene where Ford meets his new sister-in-law (aka the queen of a small European country) written out for a while, but last night I finally finished it up. So here, enjoy Ford making a fool of himself in front of royalty he is now related to.

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“Unkel Ford!” Danny chirped excitedly. Ford smiled at her.

“Yes, dear?”

“Spect! Spect!” Danny held up a completed coloring page.

“I see it. It’s very pretty. Good job,” Ford said kindly. Danny beamed. “Daisy, are you done yet?”

“Non,” Daisy said, shaking her head. She said something in Lironian. Ford frowned.

“What?”

“She said that she wants to make sure it’s perfect,” Fiddleford translated.

“Ah. Okay.” Ford and Fiddleford were supervising Danny and Daisy for a few hours while Stan ran an errand he had been incredibly vague about. At the moment, they were watching the girls color in the dining room. Ford relished the opportunity to spend time with his nieces.

Particularly time that won’t involve Stan scowling at me. Fiddleford said something in Lironian to Daisy, pointing at her coloring page. Daisy pushed his hand away. Fiddleford chuckled. A door opened.

“Okay, take another step,” Stan’s voice said. Someone laughed. Danny and Daisy’s heads shot up.

“You’re being even more fussy than when I was pregnant, dear,” a female voice said. “I didn’t think that was possible.” Danny and Daisy leapt to their feet and ran out of the room.

“Mámá!” the girls screeched at the top of their lungs. Ford looked at Fiddleford.

“Is that…”

“Yep.” Fiddleford got up. “Sounds like the queen is home.” Ford’s mouth went dry. “Come on. You need to meet your sister-in-law.”

Ford followed Fiddleford through the halls to the main entrance of the castle. When they arrived, Stan was frantically trying to keep his daughters from swarming the woman next to him. He seemed to be attempting to pick up Daisy, but she evaded his grasp. Danny, who was already in his arms, was squirming to break loose. The woman let out a laugh.

“Stanley, it’s fine. I haven’t seen my babies in ages. They can hug me,” she said cheerfully. Stan looked at her with a strained expression.

“The doc said to reduce excitement. I’m not completely sure what that means, but you probably shouldn’t get tackled by two hyperactive toddlers.”

“There’s no need to fuss so much,” the woman said. Stan’s gaze traveled to her right arm, which was in a sling. “I’m fine.”

“Angie…”

“Do you want me to pull rank on you, dear?” the woman – Angie – threatened. Stan managed a weak smile.

“…Fine.” He set Danny down on the ground and gave her and Daisy a short command in Lironian. Danny and Daisy nodded. Daisy lunged forward to wrap her small arms around Angie’s legs. Angie chuckled. She crouched down and began to coo at her daughters in Lironian. Stan ran a hand through his hair anxiously. “By the way, I know you said you wanted to meet my brother, but-”

“No buts about it,” Angie said. She looked up. Her eyes met Ford’s. She stood. “Looks like he found us, anyways.” Stan’s face soured.

“Great,” he muttered. Ford stood stock still, uncertain of how to behave around a queen. Fiddleford grabbed his hand and dragged him over.

“Angie, this is my research partner, Stanford Filbrick Pines, PhD,” Fiddleford said. “Stanford, this is my younger sister, Queen Angie the First, Ruler of the State of Lirone, Ambassador to the Deep Forests-”

“Fidds, he doesn’t need to hear my long list of titles,” Angie said, waving a hand airily. “He’s probably heard Stan’s a million times, and I don’t want to subject him to any more.”

“Can you blame me for showing off?” Stan asked. “Or for showing off the girls?” Angie frowned at him.

“Wait, did you insist on rattling off Danny and Daisy’s list of titles, too?”

“…Yeah.”

“Pfft.” Angie snorted in amusement. “Bet you had quite the dry mouth after that.”

“It was worth it,” Stan replied. Fiddleford elbowed Ford.

Right! I’m supposed to bow. Ford swallowed nervously and bowed to his sister-in-law.

“Your highness,” he said solemnly. To his surprise, Angie laughed. Ford straightened. Angie’s eyes twinkled with merriment.

She and Fiddleford have the same lovely blue eyes.

“At least you got the bow right,” she said jovially. Ford opened and closed his mouth. “You got the wrong form of address, though.”

“��Oh. I did?”

“Yes. A monarch should be referred to as ‘your majesty’, not ‘your highness’.” Angie gestured to her daughters, who were still embracing her legs. “Danny and Daisy are princesses, so they are called ‘your highness’. Stan and myself are monarchs, so ‘your majesty’.”

“Ah.”

“I told you to call us ‘your majesty’,” Stan grunted.

“I thought you were pulling my leg,” Ford said. “I mean, you told me to address everyone as ‘your majesty’.” Angie gave Stan a weary look.

“Stanley…”

“He was being a…” Stan looked down at his young daughters embracing Angie tightly. “D-I-C-K. I was just treating him the way a D-I-C-K should be treated.” Ford raised an eyebrow.

“Whatever happened to ‘I’ll teach my kids swears when they’re young, it’ll prepare them for the real world’?”

“Yeah, when I said that, I wasn’t planning on my kids being literal royalty,” Stan snapped. “If I swear and they repeat it, we could cause an international incident.”

“I feel like the royal family is overly concerned about international incidents,” Ford remarked. “I mean, I’ve been told I could cause one.”

“Stanford,” Angie said in a clear, carrying voice, “don’t speak ‘bout things you don’t fully understand.” Ford blinked. He opened his mouth. “You might have a PhD in physics, but I have multiple degrees from the finest schools in Europe, one of which is a political science degree, another of which is in international relations. I also know intimately how politicking between heads of nations works, and am one of the very, very few royal monarchs to currently be running a country.” Angie leaned in. Her voice went deathly quiet. “Stan was right when he said you could learn how to keep your mouth shut.” Stan laughed. Angie frowned at him. “Don’t act all high and mighty, my love. You had to learn how to do that, too.” She straightened. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have some work I need to do.” She walked away regally, her daughters trailing after her.

“Angie,” Stan said, frustrated, “the doc said…” He got too far away for Ford to make out the rest of his sentence. Ford turned to Fiddleford. Fiddleford shook his head.

“She’s right, you know. You’re not an expert in this, so keep your mouth shut.”

“I may not be an expert, but even I know that a young child mindlessly saying an improper word without knowing what it means won’t result in World War III,” Ford snapped impatiently. Fiddleford nodded.

“You’re right about that. But…” Fiddleford sighed. “Look. The politics of Lirone are complicated and private. We keep to ourselves, we always have. That’s how our unique culture has survived this long. We keep our people safe.

“My pa and Angie, they’ve started opening up the country more. It’s a risky move for our more…vulnerable residents, so they have to play their cards exactly right to ensure our country doesn’t tear itself apart.” Fiddleford looked away. “Or get torn apart by others.” He stuffed his hands in his pockets. “I should go help Stan keep Angie from doing work. She needs her rest. You know your way back to your room by now, right?” Ford nodded. “Good. See you later.” He walked away. Ford frowned at him as he left.

That was…odd. Even for Fiddleford, who is an admittedly odd individual. What did he mean by “vulnerable residents”? And who would tear apart a small country that hasn’t gotten involved in any international conflicts? Ford rubbed his chin. Something’s not right here. I need to figure out what it is. He turned around and began to make his way to the room he had been staying in. A flash of light in the corner of his eye caught his attention. He looked down.

“What is this?” he mumbled to himself, kneeling to inspect it further. He cautiously poked at the pile of sparkles resting on the carpet.

If I didn’t know any better, I’d think this was fairy dust. Ford looked at the sparkles for a brief second before shaking his head. No. I’m much too far from Gravity Falls for that to be the case. He stood to his full height again and continued on his way.

Once his footsteps had faded, a small, winged figure poked its head around a potted plant in the part of the hallway Ford had just vacated. The fairy’s wings fluttered in an agitated manner and it spoke angrily in Lironian, before flying off in the opposite direction.

#did y'all like the few words I came up with for Lironian?#I basically just took French and Latin and translated words and messed with spellings a bit lmao #also the fairy at the end is Lute #just so you all know who that was #King Stansort AU #Stanford Pines #Fiddleford McGucket #Danica Pines #Daisy McGucket #Stanley Pines #Angie McGucket #Stangie Family #my writing #ficlet #speecher speaks

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thelastspeecher · 6 years ago

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So @nour386 wrote an amazing ficlet that takes place in the Werepire Stangie AU (aka the glorious AU where Stan is a vampire and Angie’s a werewolf and they end up on a road trip together before making their way to Gravity Falls due to the “weirdness magnetism”). Nour’s ficlet has Stan getting closure with his ex-boyfriend/person who turned him into a vampire, Jimmy Snakes. And in the ficlet, Stan making up with Ford is mentioned.

And I realized that I needed to write that particular scene right away. So here, have Ford and vampire Stan coming clean with each other and burying the hatchet.

Ford opened the door leading to the back porch. He looked over at the couch that Angie had dragged there a few months ago, insisting that the single wicker chair wasn’t enough seating. Sure enough, Stan was sitting on the couch, clearly deep in thought. He idly spun a small box in his hands.

“Stanley?” Ford said cautiously. Stan startled and dropped the box. It fell just beyond the extent of the porch’s shadow.

“Dammit,” Stan muttered. He reached for the box. The moment his fingers edged into the sunlight, he let out a hiss. He jerked back instinctively.

“I’ll get it.” Ford picked up the box. He handed it to Stan, who thanked him with a wordless grunt. “It’s from that jewelry store Angie likes.”

“Yeah.” Stan looked down at the box. “Bought it the other day.”

“It looks like one of those boxes that holds engagement rings,” Ford said. Stan nodded silently. “Are- are you planning on-?” Stan scratched behind his ear. Ford wondered for a moment whether Stan had picked up that behavior from his werewolf girlfriend.

“Uh, yeah. I’m, um, I’m gonna…” Stan trailed off. He took a breath to gather himself. “I’m gonna propose to her tonight. Just trying to figure out how to do it.” Ford sat next to Stan on the couch. “The, uh, the guy at the jewelry store looked at me like I was nuts when I told him my budget and said I didn’t want a silver engagement ring. But I managed to find one that wouldn’t burn Angie. Or me.” Stan opened the box. The ring was simple; a rose gold band with a single pearl set in it. Stan stared down at the engagement ring. “I wanted to get her one with diamonds. I mean, that’s the kinda ring she deserves. But…” Stan sighed. “Couldn’t afford it. And it’s not the easiest thing to rob a jewelry store if you’re allergic to silver. Just bein’ in there made me break out in hives.”

“She’ll love it,” Ford said solemnly. Stan managed a weak grin. “Are- are you worried she’ll say no?”

“I don’t know.” Stan closed the box. “It’s a damn miracle she’s stuck with me this long. I just- I keep expecting her to finally realize she’s too good for me.”

“That’s not how she feels.”

“Oh, like you’ve been spending time with my girlfriend,” Stan scoffed. Ford rubbed the back of his neck.

“Actually, I have. Angie agreed to let me study her for my research. I don’t have much data on werewolves.”

“Really? She let you do that?”

“I mean, she is a scientist,” Ford pointed out. Stan grunted. “But while I’m taking notes on her, she asks about you.” Stan stared at him. “She, um, she’s concerned about your self-esteem. She wanted to know if you’d been like this when you were a child.”

“What’d you tell her?”

“The truth. That you were one of the most confident people I’ve ever known.”

“Heh. Guess I was pretty confident back then.” Stan looked away. “Getting kicked out before you even graduate from high school, your boyfriend turning you into a vampire, and landing a girlfriend with a goddamn master’s degree, though, that’ll mess you up.” Ford frowned.

“You got turned by an ex-boyfriend?”

“Yeah.” Stan toed the wood panel of the porch, refusing to meet Ford’s gaze. “Didn’t work out.”

“Clearly, given that you’re planning on proposing to someone different.”

“Angie’s pretty much the opposite of Jimmy, for sure.” Stan sighed. “I’m lucky as hell that I found her.” A tentative silence fell. “So-”

“Is-” Ford started, speaking at the same time as Stan. They stopped and shared a wry grin. Stan nodded at Ford.

“Go ahead, Sixer.”

“I think this is the longest conversation we’ve had since you arrived in Gravity Falls,” Ford said. Stan shrugged.

“Eh. Maybe.”

“At the very least, it’s the most civil.”

“Can’t argue with that,” Stan muttered. He fiddled with the hem of his hoodie. “It’s…nice, talking to you without wanting to strangle you.”

“I’m flattered.”

“Being angry at you all the time takes up a lotta energy,” Stan continued, ignoring Ford. “I miss it being like this.”

“I concur.” Ford leaned back. “Heh. Back when we were in high school, there’s no way you would’ve even thought about proposing to a girlfriend without telling me.”

“Yeah.” Stan chewed his lip. “Look. We- we both fucked up.” He coughed. “I, uh, I think I fucked up a bit less than you, but I really- I was a dumbass in high school. I shoulda told you right away when your machine thing got broken.” He met Ford’s eyes. “I didn’t break it. But I was there when it was broken.” Ford nodded silently. “I’m- I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay.” Ford cleared his throat. “Like you said, we both fucked up. I shouldn’t- I should have given you time to explain, instead of accusing you of actively sabotaging me.” Stan nodded. “I’m sorry.” Ford waited for the weight to lift from his shoulders. But it remained as heavy as ever.

“Dammit,” Stan sighed. He slumped back against the couch. “One of the few times I’ve ever apologized, and things weren’t magically better.”

“There’s still a lot of bad blood between us, I suppose,” Ford said softly. “It’ll take a while before things get back to normal.”

“You did try to kill my girlfriend when you found out she was a werewolf.”

“I didn’t- that was a misunderstanding and a mistake!” Ford protested. “I swear, I wasn’t trying to kill her.”

“You could’ve, though. You shoved wolfsbane in her face.”

“I apologized for that.” Stan shrugged. Ford sighed. “At least I can tell Fiddleford I spoke to you.” Stan straightened his posture. He frowned at Ford.

“Hang on. Did you just say all of that just ‘cause Fiddlenerd told you to?”

“Fiddleford. And no, he just promised to harangue me until I bit the bullet and spoke with you.” To Ford’s surprise, Stan nodded.

“Yeah, Angie’s been getting on my case about it, too.” Ford managed a weak smile.

“Like you, I’ve missed this. I’ve missed having my twin brother around. Well, around and not ready to kill me at any moment.”

“Eh. I wouldn’t have killed you.” Stan scratched his nose idly. “Except for when you were messing with Angie. Then I might have.” Ford chuckled softly. “That’s not a joke, Sixer. I’ve done it before, I’d do it again.”

“You’ve killed someone?”

“I’m a damn vampire, of course I’ve killed someone.”

“…Oh.”

“But like I was saying, I’m not gonna kill you.”

“Thank you.”

“Not gonna kill Fiddlenerd, either, no matter how annoying he is. It’d upset Angie.”

“You really care about her,” Ford said. Stan punched him playfully.

“Duh! You saw the ring I bought her.” Ford cracked a smile. Stan returned the expression. After a moment, Stan rubbed the back of his neck. “I should get going. Still gotta figure out how I’m gonna propose.” He shoved the box containing the engagement ring into his hoodie’s pocket and stood. Before he could walk away, Ford spoke.

“Stan?”

“Yeah?”

“Tell me what she says.” Stan grinned, flashing his inhumanly sharp teeth.

“You got it, Sixer.”

#when Stan does propose to Angie she shouts ''YES'' so loudly that Ford and Fidds can hear #(he proposes to her in like. the forest or something idk.)#(somewhere suitably creepy and wild for a vampire and werewolf)#so Angie shouting her answer kinda defeats the purpose of Stan telling Ford #but he tells Ford anyways bc he can't believe Angie said yes #he's grinning ear to ear. so excited that his werewolf girlfriend will become his werewolf wife #Stangie #Werepire Stangie AU #Stanley Pines #Stanford Pines #ficlet #my writing #speecher speaks

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thelastspeecher · 7 years ago

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An Egg Stan AU Reunion

So, recently I’ve become invested in the Egg Stan AU again. It’s a variation of the MerGucket AU, where when Ford gets mermaidified, Stan also gets mermaidified, but into a mer egg instead of a grown mer. Ford ends up raising Stan as his son, and there’s some good angst. There’s also some good fluff, though, bc Shermie is a thing in this AU, and is in a relationship with none other than Angie MerGucket. Complicated? Yeah. But still fun. So here’s a ficlet with Ford finding out that his older brother is now in a relationship with his mate Fiddleford’s younger sister. Awkward sibling reunion time!

“Angie and her mate found themselves a cute lil place,” Fiddleford remarked as he swam up to the door. Ford nodded.

“Agreed,” Ford said. “But why are they living in a separate house? Isn’t it mer tradition to only leave your parents’ house after you’ve had enough children that it’s too crowded?”

“That’s correct. Angie tried tellin’ her mate that, but he still insisted on their own house.” Fiddleford shook his head. “He calls Angie his wife, too, not his mate. He actually corrects folks on that. I s’ppose he’s still adjustin’ to mer culture.”

“I know what that feels like,” Ford mumbled. Stan, whom he was currently carrying on his back, leaned forward, his arms brushing up against the gills on Ford’s neck.

“What’d you say, dad?” Stan asked. Ford smiled and ruffled Stan’s hair.

“Nothing important.”

“You can understand why I’m eager fer ya to meet ‘im,” Fiddleford said to Ford. Ford nodded.

“Have you met Angie’s mate yet?”

“Once. He’s a nice enough feller. A bit strange, but he might just be actin’ that way ‘cause he’s still adjustin’.” Fiddleford knocked on the door. “Stanley, remember to behave yourself. I know yer excited to see yer Auntie Angie again, but she’s still recoverin’ from what she went through.”

“What did she go through?” Stan asked.

“Ya don’t need to know the details. Just know that there were some issues involvin’ yer cousins comin’ into the world.”

“Is that why we’re just visiting ‘em now?” Stan asked. “Auntie Angie ‘n her mate ‘n my cousins moved in last week.”

“That’s correct,” Ford said with a nod. “The four of them needed some time to relax and adjust.” The door opened. Ford looked at the merman in the doorway. His jaw dropped. “…Sherman?”

“Stanford?” the merman, Shermie Pines, said quietly.

“What are you doing here?” Ford asked.

“I live here with my wife and children,” Shermie answered. He frowned. “I feel like I should be asking you what you’re doing here.”

“Visiting!” Stan chirped happily. Shermie abruptly noticed Stan on Ford’s back. He smiled warmly.

“Visiting, huh?”

“Yessir,” Fiddleford interjected. He held out a hand. “Shermie, we met once ‘fore. I’m Angie’s older brother Fiddleford.” Shermie nodded slowly and shook the offered hand.

“That’s right, Angie said her brother, his significant other, and son would be stopping by today.” Shermie looked at Stan, clearly thinking. “What’s your name, kiddo?”

“Stan!” Stan tugged on Ford’s hair. “This ‘s my dad.” He pointed at Fiddleford. “‘N that’s my pa!” Ford froze, ice running through his veins.

Oh, no.

“You’ve got two fathers?” Shermie asked Stan. Stan nodded eagerly. Shermie smiled. “That’s lucky. Most people only get one.” Ford blinked in surprise.

I didn’t expect him to respond so well.

“Shermie, who’s at the door?” Angie called from inside the house.

“Your brother and his family.”

“Let ‘em in! They want to see the guppies.”

“Babies,” Shermie muttered under his breath. He moved to the side, allowing Ford, Fiddleford, and Stan to enter. The front door led directly into a cozy living room, where Angie was sitting on a couch. Stan unlatched his arms from around Ford’s neck and swam over to Angie.

“Auntie Angie!” Stan shouted. Angie chuckled.

“Howdy there, lil Stanley. How’s my cutest nephew doin’?”

“Good,” Stan said, embracing Angie tightly. “I’m ‘cited to meet my cousins.”

“Then ya came to the right place, ‘cause there’s a lil boy and lil girl in the nursery who ‘re eager to meet you.” Angie looked up at Ford and Fiddleford, beaming. “Glad y’all could make it.”

“Wait, Angie, you’ve met Ford before?” Shermie asked. Angie nodded. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I…didn’t think it merited tellin’?” Angie said, cocking her head.

“You didn’t think you should tell me that you met my younger brother?” Shermie persisted. Angie’s mouth dropped open.

“I thought ya looked similar! But I just sort of assumed that my ‘all humans look the same’ bias was actin’ up again.”

“I thought Auntie Angie’s new mate used to be human,” Stan said, confused. “How come he’s your brother, dad?”

“Um…” Ford looked at Fiddleford, who shrugged. “He’s my…half-brother? Our father met his human mother, then left her for a mermaid, my mother.”

“Hmm.” Stan frowned. “Okay.”

“Your son doesn’t know-” Shermie started.

“Stanley, I think yer dad and yer Uncle Shermie have some stuff to catch up on,” Angie interrupted. “Why don’t we go check on yer new cousins while they talk ‘bout borin’ grownup stuff?”

“Okay!” Stan said happily. Angie got off the couch.

“You gentlemen figure things out,” she said shortly. “I’ve had enough drama in my life recently. I need a break.”

“Of course, honey,” Shermie said. Angie took a hold of Stan’s hand and swam away. Shermie gestured at the couch. Ford and Fiddleford both sat down. Shermie continued to tread water a few feet off the ground. “Stanford, start talking.”

“About what?”

“Everything!” Shermie burst out. “If you’re Fiddleford’s…”

“Mate,” Fiddleford supplied. A sour look appeared on Shermie’s face. “You really don’t like that term.”

“Of course I don’t. It’s dehumanizing.”

“You’re not human,” Ford pointed out.

“And neither are you! That’s what I’m getting at! When did you become a merman? Why? Did you fall in love with Fiddleford and decide to live with him? Is this why you haven’t talked to your family in years? We thought you and Stanley were dead.” Ford looked down. “Where’s Stanley?”

“He’s…” Ford started. He trailed off.

“Six feet under, I’d guess,” Shermie said softly. “If you named your son after him…that can’t be a good sign. And Stan loves kids, he woulda wanted to see Caleb and Cadenza.”

“He did,” Fiddleford said. Shermie waved a hand, frustrated.

“Not your son, Ford’s twin!”

“Those two folks are one and the same,” Fiddleford said. Shermie shook his head.

“I’m sorry, what?”

“It’s- it’s-” Ford clasped his hands together and took a deep breath. “It’s tied into why I’m mer now. I didn’t get transformed into a merman through the usual route, ingesting the magical plant.”

“Then how?” Shermie pressed.

“It happened four years ago. Stan and I were on our ship, going about our day as usual. But out of nowhere, a sea monster attacked us. It- it spat at us, coating much of the ship in its strange saliva. I was almost drenched in it, but Stan- Stan pushed me out of the way, taking the brunt of the blow. Everything abruptly went black, and I woke up underwater, as a merman, and Stan was- was gone. At least, I thought he was. I caught sight of a large, fishlike egg on the seafloor. I swam over to it and picked it up. I knew, somehow, that this…this egg was Stan.” Shermie sank down onto an armchair, staring at Ford. “I have my suspicions about why the sea monster targeted us. I worked with a rather shady character, prior to the incident, and Stan convinced me to stop working with the individual in question.”

“What would that have to do with a sea monster coming after you and Stan?” Shermie asked.

“This individual has magical capabilities, and far too many allies,” Ford said carefully.

“Not to mention, the critter what did this to Stan ‘n Ford never leaves its nest,” Fiddleford added. “It’s a malevolent entity that merfolk know very well. Not once in recorded history has it gone after a ship so far from its home.”

“This is all very fantastical,” Shermie said softly. “But I shouldn’t doubt it. I’ve been in the midst of fantastical things myself lately.” He paused. “Ford, how did you meet Fiddleford?”

“After the incident, I panicked,” Ford said. He rubbed the back of his neck. “I swam around in circles, trying to decide what to do. Eventually, I came across Angie and her brother Lute, who did not believe me when I told them I used to be human.” Shermie leaned forward.

“Why not?”

“I don’t have a belly button anymore. That creature completely rewrote my genetic information. I don’t have any characteristics that indicate I used to be human.”

“Well, that explains why Stan believes you were born mer,” Shermie muttered.

“Anyways, Angie and Lute didn’t believe me, but they still brought me to their house, because I was clearly in distress and needed help. I eventually proved to the MerGuckets I was born human, told them the story, and…fell in love with Fiddleford.” Ford swallowed nervously after ending his story. Shermie merely nodded slightly.

“Okay. But why are you raising Stan as your son?” Shermie asked, not addressing the last thing Ford had said. “Couldn’t you raise him as your brother?”

“I tried. But it was too much effort, correcting everyone. Stan himself got confused frequently, and…” Ford looked away. “I think that Stan deserves to have a decent father, since he’s been given a second chance.”

“That’s very compassionate of you,” Shermie said. He sighed. “I just have one more question. What’s the story you’re telling Stan, about how he came to be?”

“That my former mate, the mer that laid him, was killed by mer hunters, as were the rest of his clutch,” Ford said.

“That’s a nice enough backstory,” Shermie said with a nod. “Solid. Mom might even believe that.”

“Why are you bringing up Mom?” Ford asked. Shermie raised an eyebrow.

“Stanford, she deserves to know your whereabouts.”

“No, she doesn’t!” Ford burst out. “She wouldn’t take any of this well. My new status as a mer, my male mate, my son.”

“You’d be surprised,” Shermie said softly. “She’s fond of Angie, scales and all.” Ford’s eyes widened.

“She knows about you and Angie?”

“Of course she does,” Fiddleford said. “She’s the one what helped deliver Caleb and Cadenza. Or did ya not listen to me when I explained the sit’ation?”

“I might not have been completely attentive,” Ford said, “but I was trying to move the potted anemone by the door somewhere that Stan wouldn’t be able to reach. He keeps trying to eat it.”

“Angie got stuck in her human form,” Shermie said. “She was too nervous to tell me about being mer, and didn’t get a chance to lay the eggs in time. So she had to go through a human pregnancy.”

“I knew that,” Ford said. “But Mom delivered your- are you crying?”

“Mers can’t cry,” Shermie said. He rubbed his eyes. “But I am upset, yes. The love of my life had to go through something her species almost never does, because I didn’t make her feel safe enough to be her true self around me. It’s been a very rough time for us.”

“We came here to cheer ya up, not bring up bad feelin’s,” Fiddleford said softly. “I’m sorry, Shermie.”

“No, it’s- it’s fine. Ford, Angie and I told Mom, because we didn’t know what other humans we could trust, and Angie needed help delivering the babies. Mom took it pretty rough at first, but by the time Caleb and Cadenza were born, she didn’t have any issues with her grandkids, daughter-in-law, and son being mer.” Shermie took a breath. “I know for a fact that she wants to know where you are. She won’t care about anything other than your safety.”

“I can’t see her.”

“Mom thinks that you’re dead,” Shermie said shortly. “She deserves to see you!”

“No, she doesn’t. And I can’t. I can’t see her.” Ford got off the couch. “Sherman, you have no clue how difficult it is for me to be a good father to Stan. I can’t think of him as a brother, and that means I can’t think of my life as a human, either. ��Those perspectives go hand in hand. Seeing Mom again would bring up memories that I keep buried for my son’s sake. I won’t let myself get bogged down by those memories again.” He swam toward the front door. “Goodbye.”

“What- Ford!” Shermie said. “You can’t just leave.”

“Yes, I can. Just tell Stan that something came up, and I had to go.”

“It’s incredibly rude of you to leave without saying goodbye,” Fiddleford protested.

“Nonsense. I just did.” With that, Ford opened the door and left.

#ljkakdfsn here have some more nonsense that I've written bc I have No Self-Control #I'll get to the actual prompts tomorrow #I spent most of today coloring and watching B99 #I wanted to chill a bit after such a stressful first half of the semester #but I aim to get the prompts done this week while I'm on break so. expect more nonsense!!!#Egg Stan AU #MerGucket AU #Stanford Pines #Stanley Pines #Fiddleford McGucket #Angie McGucket #Sherman Pines #ficlet #my writing #speecher speaks

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thelastspeecher · 7 years ago

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NaNoWriMo ‘17 Day 23 - Don’t Get Short with Your Brother

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Summary: Ford arrives at Stan’s house for another extended visit, but with a key difference. Inspired by this and this. [Stay-at-Home Stan AU] Word count: 1564

Angie answered the door. She looked around for a moment, confused.

“Excuse me,” a high-pitched voice said. Angie looked down. A young boy, about the same age as her daughters, was standing on the doorstep. Angie smiled at him and crouched down to his eye-height.

“Howdy there,” she said gently. The boy shuffled his feet nervously. “Aw, are ya lost?”

The only neighbors what have boys are the Thompsons and the Millers. And their children aren’t this age.

“No,” the boy said firmly. Angie frowned at him. He was wearing an oversized trenchcoat over his clothes.

Was he playin’ dress-up with someone? The boy reached a hand up to adjust his glasses, which were similarly oversized and threatening to slide down his face. Angie’s eyes widened. Twelve fingers? Now that she had picked up on the most glaring feature, she could see other Pines characteristics; the wild curls, the ruddy nose, and the tendency to give off an air of grumpiness.

“…Stanford?” she whispered. The boy nodded. “Oh, Lord.”

“There was an accident,” Ford mumbled. “My current biological age is merely temporary, but Fiddleford thought it would be best if I stayed with you and Stan until I recover.”

“But neither of ya thought to let us know.” Ford adjusted his glasses again, but didn’t respond. “How did ya even get here?”

“I took the bus.”

“You took the- Gravity Falls is over twelve hours away!”

“I’m well aware of that.”

“No one on the bus questioned a small child traveling without an adult?” Angie asked. Ford shook his head. “Goodness. What is the world comin’ to?”

“Would you please let me in? I walked for about an hour until I found your house,” Ford said. Angie stood to her proper height.

“Come on in, hon,” she said, placing a gentle hand on Ford’s back and guiding him inside. She closed the door. Ford scowled at her.

“I’m older than you. Do not call me ‘hon’.”

“Instinct. Sorry.”

“Who was at the door?” Stan called from the kitchen, where he was doing the dishes.

“Yer brother. Sounds like Stanford is goin’ to spend some time with us. Again.”

“Really? Geez, Sixer, what’d ya do to get Fiddleford to kick ya out?” Stan asked, looking into the living room. His jaw dropped at the sight of Ford. “Hot Belgian waffles, Poindexter, what happened?”

“There was an accident during an experiment,” Ford said. “And…hot Belgian waffles?”

“I’m tryin’ out fake swears,” Stan explained. He dried his hands on a gingham dish towel. “Must’ve been one heck of an accident.”

“It could have been much worse. As it is, this is temporary, and Fiddleford will be able to determine the approximate date it will wear off.”

“You’re the same age as the girls,” Stan said. He grinned. “There’s an idea.” Ford took a nervous step backward, discomforted by his twin’s vicious smile. His diminutive feet trod on Angie’s toes. She instinctively placed a reassuring hand on the top of Ford’s head.

“What’s an idea?” Angie asked, stroking Ford’s curls.

“The girls don’t really have any friends yet. But they love their Uncle Ford. And now that he’s their age…”

“Yer suggestin’ Ford play with the girls while this situation works itself out?”

“Yep.”

“Look, I love Danny and Daisy,” Ford said, adjusting his glasses yet again. “But spending time with them while this age might give them the wrong idea. I’m their uncle, not their playmate.”

“Oh, please,” Angie said. “You play with ‘em all the time.”

“This is different,” Ford insisted.

“Yeah, it is,” Stan said. “But think about it. This ‘ll give ya a chance to bond with ‘em even more. And it’s not like they’re toddlers anymore. They’re five.”

“Stan was right about them not havin’ many friends,” Angie said in a low voice. “Once they start school, hopefully that ‘ll change. But right now, their main social interactions are with their parents. Socializin’ with someone their age will be good fer ‘em.” Ford sighed.

“Very well. I get the point.” He shoved Angie’s hand away from him. “But stop petting me! I don’t want to be treated like a child while I stay here, understand?”

“We’ll do our best,” Angie said. “But we reserve the right to restrict certain activities fer yer own safety.”

“I don’t agree to that.”

“If yer stayin’ under my roof, ya do,” Angie said firmly, putting her hands on her hips and staring Ford down with a steely gaze. Ford swallowed nervously.

“Y- yes, ma’am,” he stammered. Angie’s punishing demeanor evaporated. She threw her head back with a laugh.

“Lord, that ‘angry mom’ face works wonders!” she cackled. Ford scowled. “Aw, don’t get all scrunchy-faced,” Angie cooed, pinching his cheek. Ford slapped her hand away. “Why don’t ya go see yer lil nieces while Stan and I discuss how we’ll adjust things while ya stay.”

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Danny and Daisy walked into the kitchen, Daisy idly dragging her stuffed animal frog, Marlo, on the ground. The two girls cocked their heads curiously at what they saw.

“Daddy, why is Uncle Ford in the time-out chair?” Danny asked. Ford was indeed strapped into an old high-chair that Stan and Angie had repurposed for the use of time-outs. Judging by his reddened face and shouting, Ford was not pleased with the situation one bit. Stan turned from his de-aged twin brother and looked knowingly at his daughters.

“‘Cause he’s in time-out,” Stan replied.

“Why?” Daisy asked.

“Is it ‘cause he’s getting scrunchy-faced?” Danny suggested. Ford paused his shouts of protest for a moment.

“Why is that something your family says?” Ford asked Stan. Stan shrugged.

“It’s a McGucket thing. Now, are ya calmed down enough to get down?”

“I don’t need to be calm to get down, I am a grown man!” Ford shouted. “Stanley, let me down this instant!”

“Girls, go play in your room for a bit, okay?” Stan said. “Your Uncle Ford will join ya after he’s in a better mood.”

“Okay!” Daisy chirped. She wandered off. Danny waved at Stan and Ford before following her twin. Stan turned back to Ford.

“Ford, you’re not gettin’ down until you relax.”

“I’m not a child,” Ford snarled. “Don’t treat me like one!”

“I’ll stop treating you like one when ya stop actin’ like one!” Stan snapped. “You threw a temper tantrum just ‘cause ya couldn’t find your Scientific American issue.”

“Can you blame me for getting upset? There’s not much around here to stimulate my intellect!”

“What a loada bull. We’ve got all sortsa science stuff around here. Heck, your own sister-in-law has a doctorate!”

“Yeah, in herpetology,” Ford scoffed. Stan’s expression grew thunderous. Ford swallowed. “…I’d like to retract what I just said.”

“Smart move.”

“Maybe I have been acting childish,” Ford said after a moment. Stan nodded. “I just- I don’t know why. I’ve been keeping my regular hours, and yet I’m tremendously exhausted. I keep feeling overwhelmed by things and- and overreacting and-”

“Your brain might be thirty, but your body isn’t,” Stan interrupted. Ford blinked. “Sixer, you kept it at bay for a good amount of time, but you’ve gotta admit it. Until this thing wears off, you’re gonna need to have a schedule like the girls’.”

“Stanley!”

“Hey, I’m not happy about it either. Despite what ya might believe, treating my own twin like I treat my daughters isn’t my idea of a good time.” Stan sighed. “But it’s what’s best for your health.”

“I don’t want to be treated like a child,” Ford mumbled.

“I know. And Angie and I will do our best to keep the schedule and everything from damaging your dignity as much as possible. But Ford, ya need naps. Ya need to go to bed before nine. Ya need to have meals at a regular time. Ya need a schedule.”

“…Fine.” A moment passed. “Now will you let me down?”

“Oh, right.” Stan took Ford out of the high-chair and set him on the ground. He ruffled his de-aged twin’s hair. “Remember when ya first dropped by?”

“Three days ago. It feels like so much longer.”

“The naps ‘ll help with that. Sleeping makes time move faster. But anyways, Angie said we reserved the right to restrict activities. This is one of those times.”

“I just assumed it meant not allowing me to consume alcohol or coffee, or refusing to let me behind the wheel,” Ford said.

“Those, too,” Stan said. He walked over to the sink and ran a washcloth under cold water for a moment, then walked back to Ford. Ford blinked at him curiously. “For your face,” Stan explained. He crouched down and began to carefully rub Ford’s cheeks. Ford opened his mouth to protest, but changed his mind with a tired sigh.

“Why are you wiping my face?” Ford asked quietly.

“Gotta get the tear tracks washed away and you cooled off a bit. Not to mention, pitchin’ a fit like you just did uses a lotta energy. You’re tired now, aren’t ya?” Stan asked. Ford nodded. “This’ll wake ya up for just long enough that you can get in some PJs.”

“PJs?”

“It’s naptime, Ford.” Stan tossed the washcloth onto the table. It landed with a damp splat. He put a guiding hand on Ford’s shoulder. “Come on, I’ll tuck ya in.”

“Only if you promise to read me a story.”

“Wait, really?”

“Pfft, no.”

#btw the other ficlet i'm posting today in my attempts to catch up on prompts #also features a de-aged ford #today is the day for de-aged ford i guess #stay at home stan au #angie mcgucket #stanford pines #stanley pines #Danica Pines #Daisy McGucket #ficlet #my writing #naficwrimo #speecher speaks #Stangie Family

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thelastspeecher · 7 years ago

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NaNoWriMo ‘17 Day 24 - Return Policy

Summary: After being stuck in a compromising situation long enough that he is now stuck, Ford comes to terms with the loss of his collateral. Continuation of this and this. [Variation of Big Sis AU] Word count: 1794

February, 1986

There was a knock at the door. Eager to get away from the wails of Stan and Angie’s newborn baby, as well as his own upsetting thoughts, Ford jumped to his feet.

“I’ll get it!” he called, already rushing to the front door.

“Ford, don’t answer the door, you’re three,” Stan said half-heartedly.

“Let him get it,” Angie murmured tiredly. She rubbed her baggy eyes. “I’m too tired to chase him.” Ford ran down the entryway and opened the door. An older couple stood on the doorstep. With a sinking feeling, Ford recognized them.

“Howdy, Ford,” the kind-looking man said. He crouched down to Ford’s eye-height. “Angie and Stan told me ‘bout yer sit’ation.”

“Hello, Mr. McGucket,” Ford mumbled, looking down at his feet. Pa McGucket smiled warmly at him and ruffled his hair.

“Son, ya might not be callin’ me that fer much longer,” Pa McGucket said gently. Ford’s head jerked up.

“What?”

“We’ll talk. How’s ‘bout you let me ‘n Sally in? We’ve got yer business to handle, not to mention a new grandbaby to see.”

“Seein’ the grandbaby is goin’ to have to wait,” Angie said. Ford turned around. Angie had arrived in the living at some point during his conversation with Pa McGucket. She yawned widely, covering it daintily with one hand. “We just got Emory down. We’re not wakin’ him up if we can avoid it.”

“Smart move,” Ma McGucket said with a nod.

“Ford, let my folks in, so’s we can talk,” Angie said. Ford nodded reluctantly and stood to the side. Ma and Pa McGucket filed in.

“Where’s that fiancé of yours?” Ma McGucket asked Angie.

“Right here,” Stan said, walking into the living room. “Hey, Sally. Merle.”

“Stanley,” Pa McGucket said with a curt nod. “Where’s Molly?”

“In her room. I told her that we’d get her once we were done with our grownup talk.”

“Good.” Pa McGucket looked over at Ford. Ford resisted the urge to draw in on himself.

He’s here to help.

“Let’s get this conversation started,” Ma McGucket said briskly. She walked over to the couch and began to pull a series of thick, official-looking papers from her oversized purse, then set them on the coffee table. Curious despite himself, Ford wandered over and picked up the first paper he saw. He dropped it immediately as though it had burned him.

“Why are you walking around with a birth certificate?” Ford asked Ma McGucket.

“Normally, I don’t. But I had to bring it, since it’ll be filled out today.” Ma McGucket frowned at him. “I thought ya knew the plan, to give ya a new identity.”

“But why are Angie and Stan listed as the mother and father?” Ford asked.

“Honey…” Ma McGucket said softly. Ford looked over at Stan and Angie.

“Since when did you decide that?”

“Last night,” Angie said, taking a seat on the couch. She patted a spot on the cushions beside her. Ford reluctantly climbed up next to her. “We just didn’t get a chance to tell ya ‘til now.”

“Ford, it- it sucks,” Stan said, sitting on the other side of Ford. “But this is the easiest option. You agreed that you’d stay here with us, you’re clearly related to me, and I’ve been dating Angie for more than three years.”

“But you’ve been claiming I’m your nephew-”

“What about when Shermie shows up? Or Mom?” Stan asked. Ford fell silent. “I’m sorry, Sixer.”

“No, Stanley, don’t apologize,” Angie whispered. She rubbed her eyes. “This whole mess is my fault.”

“Babe-” Stan started. Angie shook her head.

“Don’t say it’s not. ‘Cause that ain’t true! If- if I hadn’t gotten pregnant, Ford would be back in Gravity Falls already, usin’ the information he learned from the grimoire.”

“It takes two to tango,” Stan said.

“But only one to ruin someone’s life,” Angie said softly.

“Banjey, ya didn’t know,” Pa McGucket said gently. “I never thought there’d be a situation where the time limit on returnin’ collateral would run out fer ya.” Angie sniffed. “But what’s in the past is in the past. Right now, we need to focus on gettin’ Ford settled into his new life.”

“We need a name,” Ma McGucket said, her hand poised over the birth certificate, holding a pen. Ford looked down at his diminutive feet. He fought back the pit in his stomach at the realization that his feet would remain this size until he aged the normal way.

“I dunno,” Ford mumbled.

“Somethin’ with Ford in it,” Angie suggested. Ford’s head jerked up.

“Fiddleford.”

“Uhh…” Stan muttered.

“I- I’ve found myself enjoying the odd McGucket names lately,” Ford said.

“That makes sense,” Angie said. “When I was a kidlet, I didn’t mind my name so much.”

“Yes, well, Fiddleford has my nickname in it, and it’s a name that Angie’s family uses. It makes sense for her ‘son’ to have a family name.”

“We are plannin’ on givin’ ya the last name McGucket,” Ma McGucket remarked.

“What? Why?” Ford whined.

“Ya don’t look like Angie’s son. If we give ya her last name, it might help people see what they expect to see,” Pa McGucket explained.

“Oh. Okay.”

“Ya can’t use Fiddleford as yer name, though,” Angie said. “It’s taken.”

“I like Emory’s name,” Ford said.

“Also taken,” Stan said. Ford scowled.

“I thought I was going to be allowed to choose my own name!”

“Fiddleford as a middle name, maybe?” Stan suggested. Ford nodded.

“Okay, I’ll accept that. And, for my first name…Emmett.” Angie made a soft noise. Ford looked at her. “I overheard you and Stan discussing what name to give your newborn.” He shrugged. “I liked it.”

“Emmett Fiddleford McGucket, then?” Ma McGucket asked. Ford nodded. “All right. Emmett Fiddleford McGucket, son of Banjolina Quinn McGucket and Stanley Stanford Pines, birthday is September 26th, 1982.” Ford watched Ma McGucket ink in the details, his heart feeling heavier by the second. He resisted the temptation to shout that he had changed his mind. Noticing Ford’s reticence, Stan put a reassuring arm around Ford’s shoulders. Ford sniffled softly.

“It’s okay,” Angie whispered to him.

“Look on the bright side,” Stan said gently. “Now you’ve got an older sister and a baby brother. I know you always thought it would be interesting have a sister.”

“I guess,” Ford mumbled. His eyes widened suddenly. “Mr. McGucket, won’t everyone who knows Stan and Angie think it’s odd that they’ve never met a boy who is supposedly their son? And what about the people who Stan and Angie told I was their nephew?”

“A simple perception charm ‘ll fix that,” Pa McGucket said, taking off his glasses and polishing them. “We’ll cast a light one on ya, one that makes people suddenly remember meetin’ ya when ya were a baby, and watchin’ ya grow up, and it’ll help ‘em see traits of Angie’s in ya. Since there aren’t actually any that the two of ya share.” Ford looked nervously at Angie.

“Don’t you worry,” Angie said. “Pa’s goin’ to cast that one. I mean, my magic’s still fluctuatin’ a bit. Hormonal surge.”

“If’n ya don’t mind, I’ll cast it right now,” Pa McGucket said. Ford squeezed his eyes shut. There was a sensation like a butterfly had landed on his nose. He sneezed. The sensation vanished. Ford opened his eyes again.

“Now, how ‘bout ya go get yer big sister?” Angie asked Ford. She kissed the top of his head. “Son.”

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September, 1986

Stan was roused from his uneasy sleep by the door to his bedroom opening. He squinted at the short figure in the darkness.

“…Ford?” Stan mumbled. Ford sniffed loudly.

“I- I had a nightmare, Dad. Can- can I come sleep with you and Mom tonight?” Ford stammered. Stan’s heart dropped.

It worked.

“Yeah, sure thing, kiddo. Hop on up.” Stan helped Ford onto the bed. Ford promptly climbed over Stan and huddled between him and Angie. Stan turned to face his former twin.

“Can you rub my back?” Ford whispered.

“You got it,” Stan said. Ford flipped over. Stan began to rub soothing circles on Ford’s back. Ford’s stuttered breathing smoothed. Within a few minutes, he was fast asleep. Stan nudged Angie. “Babe, wake up.” Angie mumbled something, but remained asleep. “Seriously, I’m not kidding. Wake up.” Angie’s eyes opened.

“What’s wrong?” she asked blearily.

“Ford’s here.”

“Huh?” Angie looked at Ford, sleeping between them. “Oh. He is.”

“He called me Dad. And he called you Mom.”

“The memory spell worked, then,” Angie said in a low voice.

“I still think we coulda thought of something better.”

“Stanley, darlin’, this was the best solution,” Angie said gently. She stroked Stan’s arm. “Ford was miserable, bein’ an adult in a toddler’s body, with a toddler’s mind. He couldn’t be happy with his old baggage.” Stan shook his head. “He asked fer this. This was his idea.” Stan shook his head again.

“Ang, we killed my twin brother tonight.”

“No, we didn’t. We helped him.”

“Fine, it was a mercy kill. Still a kill.”

“Hon, his memories are safe, ‘member? Pa and I saved the memories after we took ‘em and replaced ‘em with his new ones. Ford’s memories ‘re stored until he gets old enough that we think he can handle ‘em again.”

“And when’s that gonna happen?”

“I don’t know,” Angie said with a sigh. “We’ll have to play it by ear.

“This whole thing feels wrong. Ford called me Dad.”

“As far as he knows, you are his dad.” Angie stroked his cheek. “And you’ll be a damn sight better than his first dad was.” Stan swallowed. “Love of my life, we’re goin’ to raise this boy so well. Ford’s not goin’ to grow up feelin’ like his polydactyly is anything to be ashamed of this time. He’ll have two lovin’ parents, two lovin’ siblin’s. Our son, Emmett Fiddleford McGucket, will grow up in San Diego, not knowin’ he’s dif’rent. Eventually, we’ll give him back his memories. But fer now, he’ll be a happy, healthy lil boy. Our lil boy.”

“This is still weird,” Stan mumbled. He took a steadying breath. “But I’ll get used to it. He’s not Ford anymore, he’s Emmett. Our son.”

“You bet he is,” Angie whispered. “And he got his cuteness from you.”

“He got his smarts from you,” Stan replied. “Or, he woulda, if he was actually your biological son.” Angie chuckled and took a hold of Stan’s hand.

“Molly’s smart as a whip, and we’re not pretendin’ I carried her. Seems to me that yer the common denominator here.”

“Classic smart-person,” Stan said. “Using math.” He stroked Ford’s curls with a small smile. “I’m gonna have so many genius kids. They’re all gonna be smarter than me. It’ll be awesome.”

#aaaaaaand now I'm gonna go to bed #good night everyone I am done writing de-aged Ford for the day #I'm so damn tired alsjdfasdf #but I'm slowly getting caught up on prompts #Stanford Pines #Stanley Pines #Angie McGucket #Ma McGucket #Pa McGucket #ficlet #my writing #NaFicWriMo #speecher speaks #AU of Big Sis AU #Big Bro/Big Sis AU #witch Angie

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thelastspeecher · 8 years ago

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Stay-at-Home Stan

Okay so. I had this idea earlier for an AU of the Stanley McGucket AU where Stan gets taken in by the McGuckets while he’s a drifter, so they don’t know his real last name (he’s going by “Stanley Forrest” at that point), and he doesn’t pick up as much of a southern accent as in the main ‘verse. Things similar to main ‘verse still go down though, and it somehow warped into Stan being a stay-at-home dad? Like, he does other things with his life, but no babysitter will watch the kids and he hated his job anyways so he might as well do this. Ford gets a hold of Stan, who says “I can’t come to Gravity Falls, but if ya really wanna talk, come see me in San Diego” and then this scene happens.

Ford knocked uncertainly on the door. He tried to calm his nerves.

This is the address Stan gave me. He huffed. Can’t believe Stan refused to come to Gravity Falls. The door opened.

“Hey, Ford,” Stan said. He was clearly disheveled, and seemed tired, but he looked better than Ford expected.

Hell, he probably looks better than I do right now, given the way he’s staring at me.

“Uh, come in,” Stan said, standing to the side. Ford walked into the house, still on edge. His nerves more or less dissipated when he saw how cozy the somewhat clean living room was. There were children’s toys scattered around the off-white carpeting, which confused him.

Maybe Stan has a roommate who has a child.

“Do ya wanna talk in the kitchen?” Stan asked awkwardly. “I, uh, I think we’ve got some coffee. And it looks like you could use a cup.”

“Yes, please.” Ford followed Stan to the kitchen, then took a seat at the table. He continued to take in his surroundings while Stan dug around in cupboards. And the sound of footsteps, Stan and Ford turned around.

“Hey, kid, you’re supposed to be nappin’,” Stan said. The girl, a toddler no more than four years old, rubbed her eyes with her free hand. Her other hand was busy holding a large stuffed animal frog.

“Woke up,” she mumbled blearily. She stared at Ford. “Who’s he?”

“A…friend,” Stan said hesitantly. The child frowned.

“Looks like you.”

“Your point?” Stan asked. The child scrunched up her nose, clearly dissatisfied with Stan’s response. “I can’t play right now, y’know.”

“Don’t wan’ play. Wan’ foods.”

“All right, we can do that,” Stan said. He picked up the toddler and sat her in a chair at the table, which Ford suddenly realized had a booster seat in it. “Whattaya want, kiddo?”

“My name’s not kiddo. ‘s Daisy,” the child said petulantly. Stan chuckled.

“I know that. Whattaya want?”

“Corns.”

“The stuff your ma makes?” Stan asked. Daisy nodded. “You’re in luck. She made some before she left. Can ya wait ‘til I get the coffee started?”

“No,” Daisy said flatly. Stan looked over at Ford.

“Mind waitin’ on the coffee until I get Miss Daisy her food?”

“That’s fine,” Ford said, slightly blindsided by how good Stan was with this girl. He looked over at the child, who was staring at him. “H-hello.” She zeroed in on his hands. Ford fought the urge to hide them.

This is a child, she might not know it’s an abnormality. I shouldn’t bring attention to it.

“Twelve,” Daisy said suddenly. Ford stared at her.

She knows how to count? I wasn’t expecting her to be able to. Granted, I don’t know anything about child development. Daisy grinned at him and held up her own hands.

“Eleven,” she said cheerfully. Ford’s eyes widened. Like she had said, she had eleven fingers. One hand had six, while the other had five.

“That’s right, you’ve got eleven fingers. How much older is your sister?” Stan asked, rummaging around in the fridge.

“Eleven.”

“Eleven what?”

“Minutes.”

“And how old are you?”

“Three!” Daisy said happily. The whole exchange had a feeling of it being a tradition, something they did on a regular occasion. Stan put a plate of some sort of yellow mushy thing in front of Daisy.

“Eat up.” Daisy beamed at him and began to shovel food into her mouth. “I’ll get the coffee started.”

“Yes,” Ford said absentmindedly. He was looking the child over, attempting to determine who she was. She had the rosy, full cheeks seen in much of his family, but then again, didn’t all children have rather chubby cheeks? She had brown hair that looked a bit out of control, but that wasn’t something restricted to the Pines lineage. Daisy stopped eating for a moment to look at him again.

Blue eyes…well, that doesn’t help. In a short while, the scent of brewing coffee filled the kitchen. There were more footsteps, but Stan, who was loudly moving things in cupboards, didn’t hear. Ford looked over at the entrance to the kitchen. Another toddler, of similar age to Daisy, was standing silently, her head tilted curiously as she looked at him.

“Uh, Stan?” Ford said. Stan turned. He sighed.

“You’re up, too?”

“Hungry,” the second toddler said.

“Daisy’s havin’ the corn stuff you two like so much. Want that?” The child nodded. “All right.” Stan walked over to the second child and put her in another booster seat at the table. She waited patiently for her food, her eyes flicking back and forth between Ford and Stan.

This one has brown eyes. But it wasn’t the eye color that confirmed Ford’s suspicions. It was the large, ruddy nose that he had only ever seen in a Pines. Stan set a plate in front of the second toddler.

“Go nuts, princess.”

“Thank you, Daddy,” the child said politely. Stan winced.

“Stan, no need to worry,” Ford said. “I figured it out.” Stan looked at him.

“Yeah?”

“They’re clearly related to you, physiologically speaking. And Daisy is rather similar in behavior to you.”

“Dam- dang,” Stan muttered. Daisy cocked her head at Ford.

“Your words are like Ma’s. Do you science?”

“Yes, I am a scientist. And,” Ford added, “I am also your uncle.” Daisy and the second child, whose name Ford still didn’t know, stared at him.

“You don’t look like an uncle,” Daisy said confidently.

“Don’t talk same,” the second child added. Stan sighed.

“Danny, Daisy, not all uncles look and sound the same,” he said, rubbing his eyes. “Just ‘cause you’ve only met your ma’s brothers doesn’t mean all uncles are exactly like them.” Stan paused. “And, yes. He is your uncle. Your Uncle Ford.”

“Does Ma know we have another uncle?” the second child, apparently named Danny, asked.

“…No.”

“Why not?”

“All right, Twenty Questions is over.” Stan took his daughters out of their chairs and handed them their plates of food. “Go eat somewhere else while the grownups talk. Try not to get crumbs everywhere. Your ma blows her gasket ‘bout it.”

“Apple likes crumbs,” Daisy said. Stan pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Fine, fine. We’ll set Apple loose after you’re done eatin’, then. Now go on, scat.” He gently pushed them outside of the kitchen. The girls wandered off.

“…Apple?” Ford asked. Stan walked over to the counter and poured a mug of coffee.

“Don’t let toddlers name dogs.” He handed the mug to Ford, then sat down at the table. Ford stared at his twin.

“Two kids, a dog, and, judging by the ring on your finger, a wife? Stanley, I’m honestly completely surprised.”

“Yeah, well. To be fair, the dog thing only happened ‘cause the girls spent a week with their grandparents. Fell in love with the idea of havin’ a pet.” Stan rolled his eyes. “Shoulda known better than to let ‘em spend so much time on a farm.”

“I assume you mean their maternal grandparents, then?”

“No fuckin’ shit, Sixer. I’m not lettin’ Pops anywhere near my kids.”

“That’s…a wise decision,” Ford agreed softly. A moment passed. Stan idly played with his wedding ring; a simple gold band. Ford cleared his throat. “So, Daisy and Danny Pines, then?”

“Danny’s full name is Danica,” Stan said. “And they’ve got their ma’s last name. So, it’s Danica and Daisy McGucket.” Ford’s heart stopped. He stared at his twin, dumbfounded.

I thought there was something familiar about Daisy’s nose! He stood up abruptly.

“I have to leave.”

“W-what? Ford, ya just got here, and ya haven’t told me why you’re here yet.”

“I can’t be here. Not- not around a McGucket.”

“I mean, I know it’s a bit of a goofy last name, but-” Stan started. Ford shook his head.

“No, I- I can’t face Fiddleford’s family,” Ford said firmly. Stan frowned at Ford.

“Okay, how the hell do ya know my wife’s older brother?”

“She’s his younger sister? Shit!” Ford ran a hand through his hair. “I thought she might be his cousin or niece or- but no, I can’t see her.”

“Ford, she’s at work. She won’t be back until the zoo closes at six. Seriously. Sit down.” Ford eyed his twin, painfully aware of how erratic his behavior was. “Come on. At least tell me why you’re here. And I wouldn’t be opposed to findin’ out why you apparently hate my wife’s family.”

“I don’t hate the McGuckets. I’m sure they’re lovely people.” Ford looked away. “I just- I can’t be around the family of the man whose life I destroyed.”

“Okay, yeah, you’re definitely stayin’ until you can explain the big dose of weird-ass shit ya just said,” Stan said firmly.

“You can’t make me,” Ford replied. Stan narrowed his eyes.

“Try me,” Stan said in a stony voice. Ford swallowed. He sat down at the table again. Stan pushed the mug of coffee toward him. “Now. Talk.”

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Stan’s Wife

Once again, I suck at naming things. I apologize for that. But this is the sequel to the blurb I posted yesterday, for the AU where Ford finds out that Stan is a stay-at-home dad when he goes to get help in 1982. In this little blurb, Ford meets Stan’s wife and finds out that she doesn’t take well to her newfound brother-in-law basically shitting on her idyllic home life. Enjoy.

Ford woke up to the smell of something cooking. He made his way out of the guest bedroom and into the living room cautiously. After he had explained his reasons for visiting, as well as why he didn’t want to talk to a McGucket, Stan had insisted he take a nap.

“Ya look like shit, Ford. Get some shuteye. When my wife gets here, we can talk more.”

“You got Daddy in trouble.” Ford was startled from his recollection by an accusatory voice. He looked down. Danny was standing in front of him, her diminutive arms crossed and brown eyes narrowed.

“Yer daddy got his own self in trouble,” a female voice said in a thick southern accent. Ford looked over. A short woman with caramel-colored hair and a very large nose was standing in the kitchen, wearing a clearly hand-embroidered apron. “Let that be a lesson. Ya don’t lie ‘bout yer fam’ly.”

She’s clearly passed on some of her traits to my nieces. In fact, she was standing much in the same way that Danny was.

“You’re Stan’s wife?” he double-checked. She nodded.

“Though I like to think of it as bein’ Stan’s my husband. You must be Ford, the brother-in-law I didn’t know I had.”

“You’d be Ms. McGucket, then,” Ford said. She grinned crookedly, and it made Ford’s heart ache.

That’s Fiddleford’s smile.

“Actually, it’s Dr. McGucket,” she clarified. “But ya can call me Angie.” Angie wiped her hands on her apron. “I was just ‘bout to send someone to fetch ya. Dinner’s ready. Spaghetti and meatballs. It’s all homemade and all kosher.”

Kosher? Ford looked at Stan, who was setting bowls on the table.

“Stan, do you practice?” he asked. Stan shrugged.

“Not really. But Angie and I agreed that the girls should grow up knowin’ some of the family culture. Which means they’re bein’ raised with a weird mixture of Catholicism and Judaism, but eh. It works out pretty well.” He glanced over at Angie. “Like our wedding.” Angie smiled.

“Yeah, Stan, why wasn’t I invited to your wedding?” Ford asked. Stan raised an eyebrow.

“Ya already know why. I didn’t want ya to show up and start yellin’ ‘bout how I ruined your life in front of my fiancée’s entire family.” He grimaced. “Her folks are still suspicious about how soon the girls were born after we got married.” Stan placed the last bowl down. “Hey, lil monsters, get yourselves in here. It’s dinnertime!” Danny abandoned her post in front of Ford to run to the kitchen, where she was summarily lifted into her chair. There were quick footsteps behind Ford, and Daisy rushed past eagerly.

“You gon’ eat, Uncle Ford?” Daisy asked. “It’s friendly food.” Ford walked to the table and reluctantly sat down.

“‘Friendly food’?” he asked. Daisy nodded.

“It’s how we described kosher,” Stan explained, putting Daisy in her chair. “Easier than the whole spiel. At least, right now.” He kissed Angie on the cheek and took a seat next to her. Ford was taken aback again by the domesticity of the entire situation.

My wild twin really did settle down. And it’s clearly a loving relationship. If Mom ever found out Pops lied to her like that…she wouldn’t even talk to him, let alone let him kiss her.

Dinner passed by quickly. The food was excellent, not that Ford was surprised. Fiddleford had always had a knack for making amazing meals, something he attributed to being taught how to cook by his mother. Ford watched with interest as Stan and Angie playfully bantered with each other, wiped sauce off their daughters’ faces, and attempted to engage the girls in meaningful conversations. Before he knew it, he had finished his meal.

“It’s 7 o’clock, girls,” Stan said. “Ya know what that means.” Daisy leapt out of her chair.

“You’ll never catch me alive!” she shouted gleefully before bolting. Danny followed suit. Stan stood up with a chuckle.

“I’m comin’ for ya,” he growled playfully, stalking after his daughters. There were squeals of joy from somewhere else inside the house as he left Ford’s field of vision. Angie began to clear the table, humming to herself.

“What, exactly, is going on?” Ford asked. Angie smiled fondly.

“It’s a bathtime ritual thing. Stan started it. He’s a goofball, that husband of mine.”

“Gotcha!” Stan shouted. There were more delighted squeals. Angie chuckled.

“Stan’s a heck of a father, by the way. After my maternity leave ended, we couldn’t find anyone to watch the girls. Well, not anyone that Stan thought was good enough for his babies. Stan told me ‘Ya know what, I’ve always hated my job anyways’ and quit that day.”

“So he’s a stay-at-home dad?”

“Yessir.” Angie deposited the dirty dishes in the sink and began to clean them. “I appreciate how involved he is in raisin’ ‘em. I’m pretty busy most days, so it eases my mind to know that they’ve got one of their parents watchin’ ‘em.”

“Wow.”

“What are ya impressed by?”

“Honestly? All of it,” Ford said. Angie looked at him, bemused. “I never thought Stan would settle down, or have a kid, or, if I’m being completely truthful, if he did have a kid, I didn’t suspect he would make an excellent father.” Angie pursed her lips. “I mean, I thought he’d be a serviceable one. But not the one I saw today. It’s not like we got any ideas from how to be a good father from our own.” Angie nodded silently.

“That’s understandable. But it’s fer the best if ya don’t say that ya weren’t expectin’ Stan to be a good dad. It means a lot to him that his kids adore him so much. He’s put a lot of stake in his abilities as a father. He don’t need to hear that negativity from his twin.”

“…Of course.” A few minutes passed while Angie continued to wash the dishes. “So, you’re a doctor?”

“I have a doctorate, yes. In herpetology. I’m head of amphibian and reptile care at the San Diego Zoo.”

“That’s incredibly impressive. Not that I’m surprised. Your older brother was a revolutionary engineer. His designs…I’d never seen anything like them.” Angie paused.

“How do you know Fiddleford?”

Shit!

“All right, kids are in bed,” Stan said, walking into the kitchen and taking a seat. “Now, we can talk.” Angie abandoned the dishes to join her husband at the table.

“Ford, how do ya know my older brother?” Angie repeated firmly. Ford swallowed.

“He, uh, he was my research assistant.”

“Fiddleford was hired by a man named Stanford Pines, though.”

“That’s my name. Ford is short for Stanford,” Ford said, slightly perplexed. Angie leaned back in her chair.

“All right, which one of ya changed yer last name?”

“What?” Ford asked. Angie turned to Stan.

“Stanley!”

“Hey, you knew I was a grifter. I went through a lot of different names. And I ended up takin’ yours anyways so-”

“Ya didn’t tell me yer real name! Ya didn’t tell me that, and neither did ya tell me ya had a twin brother!”

“Angie-”

“We’re married. We have two beautiful children. We need to be able to trust each other with our secrets.” Stan looked down, abashed. “I hope ya know where yer sleepin’ tonight.” Angie leaned in. “An’ it ain’t our bed.”

“Yeah, figured,” Stan mumbled. He glowered at Ford. “Way to go, Sixer, Tuesdays are the nights we get it on.”

“I wasn’t the one who lied to your wife.”

“Stanford,” Angie interrupted, “do ya know where Fiddleford is? My fam’ly hasn’t heard from him in so long. We’re awful worried ‘bout him.” A deep discomfort knotted in Ford’s stomach.

“He’s in Gravity Falls. But…he’s not himself.”

“What do ya mean?”

“He’s lost his sanity.” Angie’s eyes filled with tears. “I’m so sorry, Angie. I- it’s my fault.”

“Wh- how?”

“It was through the course of our research that he- shit!” Ford scrabbled backward, falling out of his chair in the process. Angie had launched herself at him. Stan grabbed her torso, preventing her from actually harming him.

“Angie, what the hell are ya doin’?” Stan asked her.

“He has a son!” Angie yelled at Ford. “A fam’ly. An’ it’s yer fault that he’s gone? Worse than gone, he’s there in body but he ain’t there in mind!”

“Angie, chill!” Stan hissed. “He explained it to me earlier. It’s not completely his fault.” He nodded at Ford. “Tell her.”

“Well-” Ford started.

“Ma?” Ford turned around. Danny and Daisy were standing in the living room nervously. “What’s going on?” Danny asked.

“Nothin’, sweetie,” Angie said. “Yer ma just got a bit overexcited is all. Go back to bed.” Danny and Daisy shook their heads in unison.

“There’s monsters in the room,” Daisy said quietly. Angie sighed.

“This again?”

“Ma, they’re there! But not when you’re around,” Danny insisted. Stan let go of Angie. She walked over to her children.

“All right, all right. I’ll come sleep with ya tonight. That make ya feel better?” Danny nodded and grabbed Angie’s shirt. Angie looked over at Stan and Ford. “Stan, sleep on the couch. Ford, help yourself to the guest bedroom. This conversation ain’t over.” After Angie and the girls had left, Ford turned to Stan.

“You’re not going to tell her you agreed to help me?”

“I’ll tell her,” Stan said. “Tomorrow. When she’s a bit less…murder-y.”

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