#Ignore my rambling

[nezzpezz]

Doodle page from 2 days ago :3

[realmsalot]

Oh, How Forgetful Of You

Summary

After Stanley Pines falls through the portal, saving his brother in the process, Stanford has to make the hard choice of leaving him behind, reconnecting with his ex-assistant, and dismantling the portal. But after attending the equally fake and pitiful funeral held for his twin, Ford gets consumed by guilt and starts to remake his decision. Only for it to be unknowingly taken from him.

There's a hole in his mind where his brother should be...

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Or my take on a Reverse Portal AU! Specifically about why it takes Ford thirty years to get Stan back. Enjoy

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Chapter 2 A1Z26

Chapter Summary

Soon after the corpseless coffin went into the ground, there's a conversation in a car parked in front of the mysterious cabin in the woods...

Or Fidds convinces Ford to grieve for his brother.

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Stanford had contacted Fiddleford not long after Stanley went through the portal. 

He needed help to finish Project Mentem, a way to encrypt his mind – to get rid of Bill– and he was desperate. It was getting harder and harder to keep his eyes open even knowing that as soon as he closed them, Bill would come out and destroy his potential chance of escape. He needed Project Mentem to be finished so he could encrypt his mind and get out of his self-inflicted hell. He didn't know how much longer he could wait. So he crawled back to his ex-assistant, who (unfortunately) knows how to make machines that affect the mind best.

Ford was prepared to beg, having just lost a brother, and reached a breaking point that even his pride couldn't overcome. But to his surprise, Fiddleford readily agreed. That was the second time that week that someone he thought wouldn't want to see his face again helped him.

Project Mentem was done in record time, and Stanford's mind was finally safe. 

(At least he thinks so. Bill hasn’t possessed him since he had encrypted his mind, but could he be lulling him into a false sense of security? Making him think he is safe only to take anything he has left away when he least expects it. "We should make the trip to the unicorns, and get some of their hair, just to be safe,” Ford said to Fiddleford one night.)

Ford had expected whatever friendship or kindness or something that Fiddleford somehow still had left for him to end after that. For Fiddleford to then turn around and never speak to him again. He had betrayed him after all and that’s what he would do. ‘That’s what you did with Stanley,’ His mind reminds him.

But for some unknown reason instead, Fiddleford stayed.

“Only if you agree to destroy that- that monster in your basement,” Fiddleford said. Wide awake from the first true night's sleep he had in so long and vengeful at that accursed machine he had made, Stanford readily agreed. (Whether because of Bill’s betrayal or Stanley’s death, he does not know. He just wants that thing gone.)

And now, a few weeks of recovering from what Bill had done to his body, planning on dismantling the portal, and a conflagrant fake death later they were here. Fiddleford is pulling his car in front of Ford’s cabin after his brother’s fake funeral.

The inside of the car was quiet during the ride, Ford did not want to talk, and Fiddleford was seemingly unable to find any words to say considering Ford had caught him opening his mouth to say something only to close it a few times. Now in front of his cabin, neither of them is making any sort of movement that suggests leaving the car, and it's just as quiet. And Ford's thoughts are getting too loud.

He had killed his brother.

‘I need to get back to work,’ he determines. Stanford starts to unbuckle himself when Fiddleford finds his voice. 

“So, I know this mornin’ you wanted to keep on workin' after the uh ceremony…” He pauses, taps his fingers on the steering wheel, and glances at Ford trying to see any change on his face. Ford grimaces. Yes, he wanted to continue working on dismantling the portal after the funeral. He remembers that this morning he had thought of Stanley’s funeral as an inconvenient pause in their progress of taking down the world-destroying machine. Stanley’s funeral, his own brother’s funeral, was an inconvenience! Even though it was he who had killed him. Stanford had killed his twin brother– 

“But,” Fiddleford says, cutting through Ford’s thoughts, “if you need time to mourn we could put it on hold for now.”

“We don’t have time for a break,” Ford says automatically because it's true. They need to dispose of the portal as soon as possible. It doesn’t matter that the house and his brain are now safe from Bill. It doesn’t matter that all three journals are now hidden away from Bill’s reach. “The portal is too dangerous to keep up. It could destroy the world!” He says more forcibly. His logical mind trying to keep down images of Stanley going through the portal that start popping up unwelcome. 

“I know that,” Fiddleford states. “Holy Mother Mary above, don't I know that, Stanford. But I also know that with the way it is right now there ain’t a snowball's chance in Hell that that there thing is gonna be activating anytime soon. Even if someone got your journals.” 

Fiddleford is right and Ford knows it.

When the horrid machine turned itself off after devouring his twin he was left a crumpled heap on the floor staring at the beast, but that didn’t last long. Adrenaline, which was from a mix of what was left over from their fight and what he got from almost being eaten himself, coursed through his veins, he called his twin’s name, and he went for the lever. But just as he is about to flip it, he finally processes what he sees left of the doomsday device he made. A damaged wreck with no hope of reactivating. He calms his mind and starts to think logically about this. He came to this conclusion.

Stanley Pines always had a knack for breaking everything he left behind, and for once Stanford Pines is grateful for it. 

Fiddleford leans over and puts a hand on Stanford’s shoulder. He meets his eyes. “Stanford, I know you hate to admit it but you're hurtin’ right now. You need time to heal from this.” 

He pushes McGucket's hand away. “I already had time. Stanley has been gone for–,” he doesn’t know how long, “And before that, he hasn’t been in my life for a decade! His death doesn’t change anything!” It doesn't, doesn't it? He unlocks the passenger door. Ford can just keep on living– working like he’s always done for the last ten years. He leaves the car. 

He needs to work, not take a break. Working on his academics is what got him through the first time Stan left. Why wouldn’t working on the portal get him through now?

Southern not-quite-cussing follows him out. “Stanford Pines! I know you! I know that since the accident you haven't been letting yourself think about it much,” Fiddleford yells behind him. Ford stops and turns around.

“What is there to even think about,” Ford yells back. “Stan is gone! He’s been gone for ten years and has been such a non-entity in my life that I didn’t even feel the need to tell you that he existed until he had already left again!” Stanley is getting into his car and yelling about not needing anyone. Stanley is falling through the portal and trying to say something to Ford but is consumed before he can finish a sentence. “Stanley is gone again and that’s it!”

“And that’s it? Stanford.” Fiddleford has caught up to him and he puts one hand on Ford’s elbow. The other hovers next to his face for a second before falling onto his shoulder. They’re both outside Ford’s cabin just two yards from the porch steps. Since the morning the fresh snow that had dusted Gravity Falls has turned into an ugly, muddy slush and the wind now feels too cold for Ford’s suit. “Your brother is gone and this time you can’t change that. You can’t send him a postcard or give him a phone call or nothin’. He’s in a place where you can’t reach him anymore. You can’t reach out to him or take back anything you might regret saying to him. You need to process that. So please Stanford, take a break and mourn.”

“Your brother is gone and this time you can’t change that,” Ford’s mind echoes. ‘But that’s not true, is it? You could get him back,’ a small but dangerous part of himself replies. He shuts that part down quickly. There’s no logical sense to hope that Stanley is anything more than dead behind the portal. If anything he should hope that Stan really is dead considering how Fiddleford reacted to his peak through the portal.

He takes a steading breath and removes McGucket’s hands from his person. “Fine. I’ll take a single day–” Fiddleford gives him a look “–a single week off to mourn for my brother. But not a day more.”

“I suppose I’ll take it,” Fiddleford sighs and then gives Ford a small patient smile.

Just what kind of friend was he? Not telling Fiddleford that he had doomed his twin to the same fate he almost doomed him to.

Ford looks away from his friend. “I need to double-check my taxes. That IRS agent was giving me odd looks and I don't want any of Stanley’s trouble with them on me.”

“Yeah, you should do that. I tried talking to him at the funeral and even when I pointed out yer six fingers he seemed unconvinced,” Fiddleford says, taking a step back. Ford hadn't realized how close they were. “Now, I er have a book club meeting I uh have’ta get to, but just remember I’m here for ya.”

Ford frowns slightly at the mention of the so-called book club. It’s something that Fiddleford had apparently started going to after sometime after the first portal incident. He doubts it’s an actual book club because when Fiddford first mentioned it while Ford was still recovering from the lingering injuries from Bill, Ford’s interest in it was quickly shut down with excuses as to why he wouldn’t like it. His current theory is that it’s a cover-up for something, but he doesn’t know what it could be a cover-up for. Fiddleford is not one for big secrets after all. 

And yet. 

“I really do mean it, Ford,” Fiddleford says, making eye contact. “I’m here for ya.”

He is hiding something.

Ford wants to find out. He wants to ask or follow his friend and know what he could possibly be hiding from him. But Ford feels a deep tiredness in his bones and knows that if he does any of that, it could potentially start a fight, and he doesn’t want to fight with his only friend. So Ford smiles, and if there was a mirror behind the engineer he would see that it is a similar smile that his twin would give to him after he asked him if he was alright, and says, “Thank you, Fidds.”

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A/N:

Hey, remember how I said this chapter was done in the last chapter? Apparently, that was a lie. I kept going back and working on this while writing chapter 3. Wanna know another lie? Remember how I said I would post this chapter when the third one is done? Well chapter 3 isn't done. But I feel that we need a little escapism right now so I'm posting it. Chapter 3 is actually longer than I expected, but that makes sense considering how much happens in it. (I'm like halfwayish???? there.)

Anyways, I hope you enjoyed the completely necessary chapter of someone telling Ford to take a goddam break because I doubt he would do so otherwise. I need you guys to know that in between Stan going in the portal in early February until Stan's funeral in like mid-to-late March Ford had been doing his damnest to keep his mind occupied, okay? Even when he was recovering from Bill. He's gonna need next chapter's break to really get consumed by the guilt. But yeah, see you next chapter.

[caffeinyah]

i will always be here for you.....

i drew this for an expression practice while listening to mitski. i tried my best to represent the feelings (!!) here and really liked how this turned out 😭

one of the things i like the most about nrmts is how despite everything they always find a way to help each other, even if it takes time...

[delicatebarness]

Can someone stop my head from creating new fic ideas please?

I’ve just thought about one where they’re all just your average friend group but Bucky is hard scary one and Reader is the extreme sensitive one and is known as the cry baby of the group

Bucky is always the first to be like “are you seriously crying AGAIN?” And would make her cry more BUT

he’d do whatever he could to find the person who made you cry and beat the shit out of them 🤷🏻‍♀️ and then when he thought no one could see them would come back at get any wounds cleaned up by her while he literally wipes her tears away because seeing him hurt made her cry again

- like it’s not even a good idea but I feel like I need to write it

Like imagine this man giving you a hard time but then finding the person who hurt you, beating them and then knocking on your door with the smallest graze just so he could be the one to wipe the tears away

[sundayandfundays]

Goodbye Lover

Imagine an angst fic inspired by Masahisa Fukase's "From Window" but make it Mr. Reca:

You, an office worker turned award-winning actor/actress, thanks to Mr. Reca—the director who saw your potential. Although you didn't really want to be in the spotlight, you didn't really mind, as long as you had Mr. Reca by your side. You guys get married and so the problems begin.

He can't separate his work life and separate life; he photographs/films everything you do, whether it's cooking, showering, you name it, claiming hes just capturing your beauty eternally and gathering inspiration for his film ideas—you're basically his muse. You like the idea of it.

Lately he's been photographing you from your guy's balcony window as you come from another day of acting. You think it's harmless—it's fun when you pose for his pictures—laughing it off.

Time passes, and he still hasn't stopped this act. You're fed up, your rose-colored sunglasses have been taken off, you can't take his obsession anymore. The love you once had for him has long since been gone; he's never once said "I love you" or asked you about your day—it's like he only sees you as a living piece of artwork. It's a rainy day, and you're almost at your home. You glance up and lo and behold, he's waiting with his camera in hand. You finally reach your shared house, tightly gripping your umbrella. You're tired of this. As you lift your head up so your so-called lover can snap a pic, you don't bother to smile like you've done a thousand times before.

You're tired.

One day, in the middle of winter, you'll wake up sooner than him. You'll see his sleeping face, knowing it'll be the laat time.

He wakes up hours later, turning on his vintage camera, only to not see you by his side. He calls out your name—once, twice—until he realizes you're not in the house. He's desperate now, calling out your name and tries to call you. The phones turned off. He goes off running into the snow, trying to find any trace of you.

As he had once walked into your life, you'll walk out of his.

[godhurts]

Why do I blush so easily, I feel like I'm too shy to dom sometimes 😩

[sugarbear2001]

Rogue and Gambit are so yuriful to me. Butch x femme realness.

[lovelyllamasblog]

Sixteen Going On Seventeen from The Sound of Music but make it Lucemond

[dearasteria]

Major Gale romance SPOILERS below, so please DO NOT read and watch if you don't want to get spoiled.

I was REALLY worried about how romance with Gale would go, especially after talking to him right after he gets Karsas' book. My Tav wanted to believe and trust him, but something didn't feel right. At the end of Act II, when Tav tries to convince him not blow himself up for his ex's forgivness/to save Faerûn, it can be summed up with that one gif from Grey's Anatomy: "So pick me. Choose me. Love me" 🤡. Honestly, she asks not only to choose her, but also not to kill her and the rest of the team. Gale is so easily swayed and tells Tav that he loves her, even more than Mystra. Tav should be happy, right? But I'm like WAIT A DAMN MINUTE, it was faaar too easy, I mean, no protests from him, I didn't even have to use persuasion to convince him. At that point, after the trauma that Bioware had caused us with Anders and Solas, I'm getting paranoid. Gale doesn't love Tav, he's definitely hiding something. But I'm thinking to myself, "Okay, calm down, he just doesn't want to die, super understable. Maybe he really loves her and he needed to hear it? He needed reassurance that he has something to live for? Yes, it must be it". But then I go to the quest journal and see this:

DAMMIT GALE, you snake 🐍 My poor baby Tav (especially since the romance scene in Waterdeep was so warm and tender). She's so in love in him. Now I'm convinced that he will definetly betrey us, stubs us right in the heart.

At the beginning of Act III, he becomes obsessed with a book called The Annals of Karsus that may help him learn more about the crown. He becomes obsessed with how powerful he can become. When Tav gives him the book and says, "We already know the crown's dangerougs. Wouldn't that make things worse?" he replies:

"Worse? It could be the best thing that ever happened to me. To us."

After all this, Gale tries to convince Tav to help him reconstruct the crown. We have this beautiful scene on the boat and when I tell you my jaw dropped. HE CHOOSES TAV, listens to her concerns and simply chooses her.

The way he says it, the way he corrects himself… damn. For Tav, it's like a bucket of cold water. And I'm like, "Here we go again" 🤡

Furthermore, when we visit the Stormshore Tabernacle in Baldur's Gate and interact with Mystra's statue, he seems to feel so uncomfortable, he doesn't want to be there. Tav starts to think he's definitely hiding something. She would like to hear Mystra's version of what happened between her and Gale (I hope we can talk to her at some point in the game, it would be very interesting).

My Tav, however, disagreed, and Gale replies, "I hope you're right. I truly do. Godly power, perhaps I can live without, but you? You're everything". Has the curse of dating mages that leave players heartbroken been broken?

But I have to admit, when he said: "With you, I forget my goddess. I love you. Tell me you feel the same way. Tell me you want what I want. Please" - OH GODS 😳. I was so close to agreeing to this madness. The VA did an amazing job (side note: so many talented VAs in this game, it's mind blowing), the writing is amazing, the music is incredible, I was blown away, really.

Next day, after the boat scene, he's so adorable and full of love for Tav. Then I remembered his gratest flaw (for me it's more like his biggest fear) from the scene with Zethino in the circus: "He thinks he, and the world, might be better off if he were dead". At the time I thought he was lying, manipulating Zethino and his answers. My distrust of mages in games… Yes, I have a problem 😅

I haven't finished the game, but I have high hopes for a happy ending. No spoilers please, thanks :)

What a rollecoster of emotions, I love it, I love Gale. It felt like I was playing Dragon Age: Origins for the first time, way back when I was a teenager. It's really insane how this game makes me feel, how much I care about its characters and story.

EDIT: Okay, so we have an audience with Mystra, I mean only Gale, but we see the whole conversation between them. My only complain is that Gale doesn't mention Tav when Mystra asks him why he defied her 💔 The outcomes are different depending on whether you do it before or after the boat scene. Personally, I think doing the boat scene before meeting Mystra is much better. I get the impression that Gale is abandoning the plan to reconstruct the crown solely for Tav and his love for her. And the drama 👌🏻 it gives me life.

[livwifeofkarl]

Time for some personal OFMD appreciation. I know there are a ton of posts like this but I wanted to say my piece.

As a trans queer person who is still figuring myself out in my earlier thirties without any queer community support I had pretty much all but given up on finding love (self, romantic or otherwise). Then I watched OFMD and I could see a light at the end of my tunnel of loneliness and self-loathing. All of the sudden I had hope again. Hope that I can find a crew of like minded people to call my family. Hope that someone could love me even when I can’t love myself. Hope that it wasn't too late.

OFMD has brought me so much comfort and joy. It has pulled me out of a really dark space. It has changed my life for the better and for that I am so grateful.

[bookhugers]

I get so sad over Panic! At The Disco sometimes bc they had SO MUCH POTENTIAL and they were sooo young :( like they were KIDS in afycso like its so fucking insane. Like these barley legal teens got pushed into the spotlight out of nowhere (because pete signed them without them playing a show ever) like thats so jarring for them. Going from practicing in a basement to sold out shows in a year or so. And like one of the main reason why the music sticks so much now like 20 or so years after it being released is how much of a raw/genuine writer ryan ross is/was like those songs are so well written its fucking crazy and combined with brenden uries (formally) amazing voice they were kinda unstoppable.

I cant help but credit the fact they got to famous so quickly to ryan ross and jon walker leaving the band. Like thats a band break up that still to tjis day makes me sad. Like brenden and ryan clearly were SUCH GOOD FRIENDS and now they never fucking talk (also bc of the internet stalker thing.) and its just so depressing how fame tore the band apart. Even in interviews from after the split it's clearly affected ryan and its all so :(((

(Sorry for silly ramblings i just wanted to post it somewhere :3)

[needtoloveoutloud]

Man, I gotta get back into writing the main story. I'm in the middle of the "Two Heroes" movie and with the One-Shots and the drawing and stuff, I kinda let the main story be for a little while. I'm so motivated for certain scenes but I'm still trying to find my groove right now. I feel like every sentence I write is complete and utter crap, for some reason.

Why?

No idea. I think I like writing "free form" stuff more (no idea if I'm using that term correctly tbh) rather than basically using the movie lines, switching some stuff up and following canon too closely. As if it's a bit of a hindrance in creativity? Which... isn't surprising. I'm afraid chapter 29 will be crap, for some reason. Idk. Maybe I'm just insecure about silly shit or maybe it's a Friday night and I'm exhausted from the week and my brain doesn't brain and I gotta give myself some grace and patience.

Maybe tomorrow's a new day with a new perspective.

[realmsalot]

Turnabout Reminiscence is excellent because you learn that Edgeworth likes to call his sister short at EVERY opportunity.

[dekukaze]

guys.... quick question

So i have seen people saying that lu guang reminds them of a character called Homura from Madoka magica. And i havent seen that anime but i have seen some scenes (just two scenes) and... do u think Lu guang might go through insanity? Like her? well, i still dont know the plot fully but then i thought... I want lu guang to lose his composure. Lets be honest, hes gonna explode at one point. But yeah, what do u guys think? Do u think Lu guang will go crazy at one point, just to save Cheng Xiaoshi. Even if it means destroying the timelines and you know, fucking everything? TvT guys, im serious when i say that we might see lu guang going overboard and Cheng xiaoshi being afraid of Lu guang because of his actions UGHHH THAT WOULD HURT SO MUCH

yingdu chapter, dont destroy me

s3, plz dont-

maybe im overthinking this lol pun intended

[duckduckbuckley]

Rambling midnight thoughts that might get me judged?

I really want to see some sort of callback to Eddie calling Buck exhausting. I want him to mention being exhausting to Tommy and watch him explain what happened in the grocery store. Mostly just because I feel that it is something Buck needs to talk about. I don’t want to see Tommy blaming Eddie or trying to get him to apologize. I just want to see him support Buck and remind him that he is in no way exhausting.

I am the type of person who would fixate on a statement like that and it would probably really hurt.

[lunarwonders]

Ok random vent?? Kinda?? Idk.

DOES ANYONE ELSE FALL IN LOVE TOO LATE?!? I’m on the aroace spectrum. To be specific graysexual and demiromantic. I’ve known this person for almost four years. When we first met she had a crush on me. They found out I was aroace and moved on.

As the years went on I slowly started to fall for them and just recently realized that I want a deeper relationship with her. They just found a guy that they really love, and he sounds amazing. This is probably the first healthy relationship that she’s been in since I met her.

I want her to be happy. I know that even if she loved me, I would never be able to love her back in the same way. If we were in a relationship, I wouldn’t be able to guarantee their happiness. I want whatever is best for them. If this guy is it, I will learn to move on. I love her, as much as my defective brain can, but they deserve better than me.

I hope they have an amazing relationship, no matter how much it hurts me.