#Stan and ford

[bogglle]

his aims gettin better

[nowimjustastranger]

Is there a dimension where Ford had to go save a Stan from the trunk his canon self had to chew his way out of? Maybe one where Rico’s men left the Stanmobile in a rougher biome, like the desert; meaning poor Stan would be slowly cooked from inside if he doesn’t get out in time ; ;

I’d imagine he’d be pretty hurt even outside of his oral injuries from the beating Rico’s lackeys gave him before leaving him to die, plus having a panic attack after being trapped inside what’s practically his coffin for the entire car ride to the desert..

How would Ford handle this situation, if the dimension existed? Does he think to remove his intimidating helmet before opening the trunk, or accidentally end up spooking Stan worse? Is he able to heal the damage to Stan’s teeth, or does he help him afford a proper set of dental implants?

I have a work similar to this one planned for the series but it's not exactly the same so I don't feel like I'd spoiler anything by exploring this scenario.

Ford would forget to take the helmet off in his rush to get Stan out of the trunk as soon as possible, using a collapsible baton made of alien metal to force the trunk open. Ford wouldn't even realize why Stan was fighting him as he pulled the delirious man out of the trunk until Stan's hand sloppily shoved at his helmet, then Ford would carefully lower Stan to the sand before tearing his helmet off and cupping Stan's face to get the man's hazy eyes to focus on him. When Stan processed just who he's looking at, he's go limp and pliant, letting Ford assess his physical state before carrying him through a portal to the nearest motel. Ford would address Stan's high temperature by using the air conditioning to gradually lower it, tampering with the device to fit his needs. Next, he'd give Stan a painkiller and tend to any injuries that Stan got during the beating, slathering his open wounds and bruises with ointments. The bigger wounds he'd use a serum or his handy penlight on, making sure Stan's condition was stable. Lastly, Ford would be seething as he examined Stan's broken teeth, using a sedative on Stan so he could remove the damaged teeth and use them to create clones that he could carefully reinsert with an injection to make sure they set. Ford would wait until Stan had fully recovered before dealing with Rico and his gang, methodically dismantling his organization until there was nothing left.

[matrixbearer2024]

I forget to mention that in my AU neither of the twins had their hands clean in like- ever- soooo-

Might do something more with this later or soon and no I don't really know how to draw blood hence paint splatter because I'm totally winging it-

"Wake up asshole!"

"It's time to play!"

[rokon24]

his aims gettin better

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[sunnylolli]

Something, something, what if it all went really wrong and they were forced to speed-run the brotherly bonding

[evilincoperated]

Look how happy he is to be besties with his brother again 😭

[go-star-sailor]

strange old guys

[creepst-crypt]

Pt 2 to “A name you can still kinda trust!!!”

Politics aside, rest in peace to the people who died and my condolences to anyone who was hurt in the audience.

(I’m nowhere near right winged, I do not like tr*mp ^^^^)

[misteria247]

I'm realizing that Stan is actually incredibly smart. Like in a Ford kind of way to some extent.

Like yes Stan's street smart and life smart but he's also got the smarts that Ford's praised for. Because he had rebuilt the portal and figured out his brother's notes and equations.

Like do you know how hard math is on Ford and Fiddleford's level of expertise??? How complicated and delicate it is????? Especially the kind that brings portals to life???? And Stan figured it out. Had taught himself to read and comprehend these difficult things. Difficult things that requires college degrees in science and mathematics.

And Stan did this on an incomplete high school grade level of academics.

That's fucking nuts. Sure it took 30 years but he learned it. By himself, can you imagine how frustrated he got, teaching himself Ford's educational level??? Using his mechanical skills of fixing his car to be up to par to Fiddleford's impressive craftsmanship????

And I can just see how Ford and Fiddleford react post apocalypse. Ford doing equations and science stuff and talking while Fiddleford listens and gives his input when Stan pipes up unintentionally and puts his hat into the ring. And it's mathematically sound?? And these two men are just blown away cuz what the actual hell?? Ford's immediately questioning Stan, wanting to hear his thoughts while Fiddleford watches impressed and Stan's mortified and a bit overwhelmed. Or Fiddleford working on something and Ford's watching him when Stan points out a better way to make a part work and Fidds is like omg thank you Stanley??? And Ford's looking at his little brother dumbfounded and itching to bomb him with questions and whatnot.

Stan never knows peace afterwards.

[goreroll]

collab of the year

poor Dipper is already thinking of an escape plan xP

[spleenthecat]

"oh i love sea grunks because they both work out all of their problems together and have clear communication!" WRONG. i love sea grunks because you know that both of them are getting thrown overboard multiple times a week because stan stole fords glasses, then ford made jokes about stans fanfiction, then stan shot back about fords fanfiction, then ford stole stans glasses in retaliation. and in the process of trying to tackle ford, stan throws them both overboard and afterwards they sit on the deck facing opposite directions, pouting, while looking like sad wet cats.

then they get over it, the exact same thing happens 2 days later and the cycle repeats.

[bogglle]

sea grunks bonding because I feel like the universe needs more of it

[nowimjustastranger]

Has Stcmo Ford come across a dimension that alerted him a Stanley was in danger, but he got there, everything seems fine. Keyword “seems”.

And after numerous checks, everything seems like in order. On the surface it just looks like another dimension with Ford, Fiddleford and Stan living together in gravity falls.

But there is just SOMETHING that feels immensely wrong about this dimension.

Like the way that this Stanley and Fiddleford seem a little too overly content with their lives, they aren’t seem to be lost or forgetting things so it can’t be the memory gun. And by the looks of it, the Bill Cipher of this dimension is dead.

In fact the more Stcmo Ford looks into it…

Filbrick is dead, Fiddleford’s wife Emma-May seems to be dead, Shermie is dead, newspapers on about the last few years show that many gang leaders have either gone mysteriously missing or have seemed to have been killed. Jimmy Snakes, Rico, several people who knew Stanley in prison are dead as well. Many people that would be considered a threat have been killed.

There’s something off about this Ford as well, he seems to always be watching Fiddleford and Stanley, the two always were within watch.

Like a wolf watching over his two sheep.

Not entirely sure what era this is happening in, but I'm gonna go out on a limb here and assume it's a "Mystery Trio AU" type situation, so it would be set in the early years in Gravity Falls.

Ford has been in Dimension 1R^86 for three days now and he's nearly at his wits end, he has no idea what the threat is or even where it might come from. He hasn't slept at all either, maintaining constant vigilance of the shack and it's inhabitants.

Ford is currently perched in one of the large trees surrounding the shack, hidden in the branches with a direct line of sight to both entrances. There's been nothing, no activity around the shack within a fifty foot radius. Which is another thing, Ford hasn't spotted so much as a gnome rooting through the trash in the three days he's been watching.

It's... something's not right but he can't put a finger on what.

With a growl, Ford's eyes flick to the icon in the top corner of his hud, selecting it with a thought so the data flooded onto the screen, his proximity sensors online to warn him if anything tries to sneak up on him while he's preoccupied.

D – 1R^86 | 29 yo | COD: Blunt Force Trauma

No change.

Ford exited out of the data with a frustrated huff, he'd done a lot of digging into the deaths that surrounded Stan and the results all pointed toward one Ford Pines being the culprit, but the way that he watched over his brother and Fiddleford so intently made it highly unlikely that he was the threat.

The Ford in this dimension reminded Ford 419"3 of himself, an ambush predator watching and waiting for the opportunity to strike. A wolf that muzzled itself in the presence of it's sheep so they would not be afraid, because despite the wolf's nature, those sharp teeth and claws were never meant for the sheep.

They were for other predators.

Other predators that might also be watching and waiting for the wolf to stray too far from the sheep, waiting for the wolf's teeth to go dull as it grew fat and lazy within the comfort of it's den. But not these wolves who starved themselves to keep their body lean, who kept their teeth sharp with frequent hunts, who lulled other predators into a false sense of security by leaving the sheep unattended-

Wait. Shit. How long ago did the Ford leave the house?

His proximity sensors shrieked at him and Ford barely managed to dodge the first bolt that had been aimed at his side, the second burying itself in his calf. So the Ford was looking to incapacitate and not kill, not exactly a comforting realization.

Ford's landing was sloppy, his leg buckling when he hit the ground in a crouch, giving the Ford just enough time to line up a clear shot. Neither moved, both waiting to see what the other would do. The Ford's aim was steady and his finger poised to shoot, his empty stare more akin to a shark than a wolf.

"You've been scurrying around for long enough, little rat." The Ford spoke calmly, with a voice void of emotion. It was unnerving, how robotic this Ford was when he wasn't with his brother and Fiddleford, like he was removing a mask. "Give me one reason why I shouldn't kill you."

"Your brother is going to die." Ford divulged, watching the Ford's hands flex on the crossbow, indecisive. Ford could work with that. "I can stop it from happening, but only if you let me work."

"You really think I'm going to trust you at your word?" The Ford asked with an ominous tilt of his head, dark eyes studying Ford as if he were a specimen. It made Ford's skin crawl, fingers twitching with the urge to gouge the Ford eyes out just so he would stop looking at Ford the same way He used to.

"You're going to have to because if you kill me, your brother is as good as dead."

[joicecubes]

the implications of ford pulling this photo out of his trenchcoat in the last episode you guys… THE IMPLICATIONS.

look at the state of this thing!! look at its rips! the stain in the bottom right corner! it’s dog-eared, the color is faded, the paper has browned… he’s kept this photo of them since they were kids. through all the years he stubbornly swore to hold a grudge, all the years he and stan never spoke, he kept this photo.

and we can assume he probably didn’t have it dimension-hopping, since i find it hard to believe he would’ve had it on him when he initially got sucked in, but ford pulling it out of his trenchcoat here!! implies!! that he had been CARRYING IT AROUND WITH HIM for some time after he got back!

imagine if he found it in some of his old stuff the night he returned, after punching and yelling at stan, after being sure to keep as much emotional distance between them as possible, and he finds this photo. would he have stared down at it? for a little while? smoothed the creases out on his desk? thumbed the torn, loved edges while he mourned a simpler time? then pocketed the thing to always have it with him?

i dunno. maybe i’m looking too far into it. but i can’t help but wonder if ford kept it because, against all his big dreams and ambitions, deep down he always wondered what his life might have been like if he sailed away with his brother when they were teenagers. never able to throw it away because doing so would symbolically destroy the last remnants of a childhood fantasy, the last piece of him that remains young and hopeful of a future at his brother’s side.

[mortalfaerie]

imagine you're stan pines.

you've been through the fucking meat grinder of life. you've been banned from multiple states, went to prison in columbia, had a horrific falling out with your twin brother, spoke to him for the first time in ten years just to lose him again and then have to pretend to be him in his house for another thirty while you try to get him back. and jesus, you're lonely.

and then your nephew - who you don't know all that well and also thinks you're the wrong twin - calls and asks if you'll host his kids (oh right, twins!) for a summer. and you say yes.

so the kids arrive and from the get go, they're so familiar. and it's a bumpy start - they almost run away - but then they stay and you get to know them better. sure, they can be whiney preteens and bemoan hanging out with their great uncle, but they're good kids.

you see so much of yourself in the girl. she's so enthusiastic and stubborn and headstrong and she's so much like a version of you before the world got to you. she likes watching your soap operas and knits you a sweater - and before you know it, you've got a pig living in the house because jesus you just can't say no to this kid.

the boy's familiar, too. he's quieter and sensitive and smarter than he has any right to be, and you feel conflicted because you expect him to push you away or shut you out just like your own twin did. it's hard for you to understand each other, but you work on it - not without bumps. but you save his ass from zombies and they help you run for mayor, and slowly he starts to trust you. if only you could keep that trust this time.

[thatonedudeinthecorner]

Thank you @petrichorandarson for suggesting I draw them hugging because “WDYM FORD JUST PUNCHES HIM AND MOVES TF ON”