#Stanuary 2020

[stanuary]

Well friends, it’s once again time for the month of Stanuary to come to a close.

Thank you all so much for making this event a success for its 4th year in a row! I never expected it to run for this long, and seeing all of you still contributing your wonderful creations and supporting this blog (and each other!) year after year warms me to my very core :’)

As a reminder, we’re already a couple weeks into @forduary, but they’ll be accepting posts until the end of March, so you still have plenty of time to participate!

I hope to see you all again next year ♥

Love,

@fexiled

[kannatc]

Eh, I don’t even know why I am submitting this now... This sketch I “finished” only today is SO OLD, soooooo old, I can’t even say how old it is, really, but... I found it not long time ago and decided to make... Something from it. I only can say that I definitely drew it on my emotions after my first GF run, aaand... I don’t know. It’s odd, like me, sorry. xD But still, I think, I’ll share it with you and leave it sketchy like it was. Finished for @stanuary again! And I am so late... Again. ,w,

[orangeoctopi7]

Champions

I know I already posted something for the last week of @stanuary but that was sort of a place-holder for this. I’ve been sick on-and-off for the last month or so, so I wasn’t sure if I’d finish this in time. I did get time to work on it the other day while I was at work.

This is a crossover with Atop the Fourth Wall’s Contest of Champions, but you don’t need any prior knowledge of AT4W to understand what’s happening. I’m just borrowing a concept, really. (Although I do want to do a second chapter where Stan interacts with those characters)

***

Stan was awoken in the middle of the night by one of Ford’s alarms going off. He groggily sat up as his brother jumped out of his own hammock and dashed to the controls, muttering curses under his breath the whole way.

“Wazzat?” Stan groaned.

“An extradimensional portal just opened up aboard the Stan'o'war! But my sensors aren’t picking up any foreign lifeforms. Whatever it was must also have access to time travel. It must have paused time, entered our dimension, done whatever it was trying to do, and then left before restoring the flow of time.”

“Y'sure your nerd gadgets aren’t just broken?” Stan asked, reaching sleepily for his glasses on the bedside cabinet. He felt around, but instead of the thin plastic frames, he felt a heavy sheet of parchment.

“Yes, I’m sure! Now keep a close eye out for anything out of place! Just because I don’t detect any lifeforms doesn’t mean they couldn’t have left a robot or a bug.”

“Uh, Ford? I think I found what they left.”

Stan finally put his glasses on and looked down at the parchment he’d found. It was the same size as a normal 8.5" by 11" printer paper, but the parchment felt much fancier, like something the Northwests would use for an invitation. Which was exactly what it was.

STANLEY PINES

YOU ARE CORDIALLY INVITED TO THE 1049th INTERDIMENSIONAL

CONTEST OF CHAMPIONS

SPEAK ALOUD YOUR ACCEPTANCE AND DETAILS WILL FOLLOW

CONGRATULATIONS, CHAMPION.

“What the…?” Stan muttered, turning the page over to look for more info, but it was blank. “Ford, are you tryin’ to pull some sorta prank? If so, I don’t get your humor at all.”

Ford silently read the invitation over his brother’s shoulder, before snatching it away. “This has to be counterfeit. I know you destroyed Bill, but that’s not… that doesn’t make you… does it?”

“Seriously, Ford, what is this?” Stan asked impatiently.

Ford took a deep breath, collecting his thoughts, before answering. “To put it in your terms, Stan, the Contest of Champions is like an interdimensional boxing tournament, only instead of just boxing, the Champions can choose any kind of contest they want.”

“Champions?”

Ford pinched the bridge of his nose. “You know, I bet this thing will do a much better job of explaining.” He held up the invitation like it was a phone and he was having a video-chat. “We’d like the Terms and Conditions, please.”

Nothing happened.

“Of course, I wasn’t invited.” Ford rolled his eyes and handed the paper back to Stan. “You have to ask it.”

Stan held the paper out like he’d seen Ford doing. “Uh… can you explain this whole thing to me?” He awkwardly addressed the invitation.

With nothing more than a bright flash of light, a figure in dark robes appeared. They looked like they might be human, but every part of them was covered, from their closed hood to their gloved hands.

“Sweet Moses!” Stan shouted in surprise, winding up to punch the intruder.

“Relax, it’s just a hologram recording.” Ford reassured him with a gentle hand on the shoulder.

“The interdimensional Contest of Champions is a tournament.” The hologram began, “Within every parallel reality, there are figures best suited to defend those realities. These individuals are referred to as Champions. The hosts for this contest, the Temlins, have elected to hold a tournament to judge their respective skills against one another. Participants are randomly selected across all realities and invitations are sent. You are under no obligation to join this great tournament, but should you enter, you will be granted the opportunity to test your abilities against other powerful individuals and make an attempt at a great prize. All battles are non-lethal and participation is voluntary. Should you remain victorious through all of your battles, you will be awarded this great prize. Defeat brings only as much dishonor as you allow yourself. If you have any further questions, you may ask now.”

“Wow, that’s quite the schpiel you got there.” Stan grunted. He turned to his brother. “So, let me get this straight. I can’t die, and I get to fight a buncha space dorks for some fancy prize? Sounds like a good time to me!”

“It’s a lot more complex than that.”

“What, you been in one of these things?”

“No, but I watched the coverage of one during my interdimensional travels. I should warn you, they take forever. Since it covers multiple dimensions and timelines, it can be really stretched out. I saw the beginning of the 1018th tournament while I was in the Bubble Dimension, by the time it finally finished, I was in the Flying Whale Dimension, six years later.”

“Well, do I haffta wait on their planet, or somethin’ or can I just go about life as normal?”

Ford shrugged.

“Between rounds, Champions are allowed to prepare as they see fit.” The hologram answered. “The Temlins are aware of the great temporal differences between participating dimensions. Champions are encouraged to continue their normal lives if at all possible while waiting for the next round.”

“Ok. And how do these battles work?”

“From what I remember, one of the contestants gets to choose the contest.”

“For each round, one of the two Champions is selected at random. They must set a battle that is fair to both parties, with a reasonable chance that either could win. The conditions of the battle must be agreed upon by both parties, and approved by the Temlins.”

“So, I just gotta bribe the right people, and make sure I get to pick the challenge. Dirty boxing, or, I dunno, a The Dutchess Approves trivia quiz.”

“Stanley, I’d advise against mentioning bribery in front of the recording device.” Ford scolded him. “And besides, the Temlins are all-powerful beings. I very much doubt you have anything that would interest them.”

“Well, what’ve I got to lose, right? I’ll give it a shot.”

“Stanley, wait, let’s think about this first! I don’t trust the Temlins. That much power, and they use it to host a tournament!? Why couldn’t they have done something about Bill, why couldn’t they use that power to stop injustice across the multiverse?”

Stan gasped in mock surprise. “What!? You don’t trust somebody? That’s never happened before! Whatever will I do with this new, vital information?”

“Stanley, I’m serious!”

“C'mon Ford, the man says it’s voluntary. If things get sketchy, I’ll quit! ‘Snot like I expect to win this thing. Think of it this way, I get to fight crazy space guys. You get to study whatever crazy space guys they send our way, and maybe if I get really lucky, I win some fancy sci-fi prize.”

Ford sighed. “I’ll admit, that does sound tempting.”

“Great, cuz I’m doin’ it!” Stan turned back to the hologram. “I, uh, speak aloud my acceptance, or however this works.”

“Welcome, Stanley Pines, to the Contest of Champions.”

“Great. So now what?”

“Preliminary round begins now.”

“Wait, what?”

“Your opponent is Ace Corgi, Attorney at Paw. Battlefield has been selected as Stanley Pines’”

“Ford, you said these things take forever!”

“Well I never saw anything about a preliminary round on the broadcast!”

Another brilliant flash filled the cabin. The hologram had disappeared, and in its place was a stout dog with pointy ears and a steel-gray coat. It looked just as surprised as they were. Ford’s alarms started again.

“Oh, are we starting now?” It asked in a deep voice that belied its small size.

“Aw, lookit the cute talking dog!” Stan cooed.

“That must be the Champion from the Corgi Dimension!”

“There’s a Corgi Dimension!?”

“Yes, but last I heard, the Champion of the Corgi Dimension was Atticus.”

“Oh, He retired just last year.” The small dog explained. “Now, which one of you humans is my opponent?”

Stan raised his hand.

“Thank you. Now have at thee!”

The dog lunged without warning, going straight for Stan’s knees.

“What the H!?” Stan shouted as he nearly toppled to the ground. His first instinct was to dropkick the animal, but he knew Mabel would never forgive him for doing such a thing to a cute dog, even if it was in self defense. Luckily, he knew a thing or two about dealing with rowdy dogs from his time pug trafficking. He grabbed it by the scruff of the neck, doing his best to avoid the snapping jaws, and forced the dog onto its back.

“A little help here?” He yelled to Ford as he struggled to keep the wiggling dog still.

The old scientist held his hands up. “I’m not allowed to interfere.”

The dog took advantage of Stan’s split attention and squirmed out of his grasp.

“You’re a jerk, you know that?” Stan shouted as the corgi chased him up onto the deck.

“I’m not being a jerk, it’s the rules!” Ford called after him.

Stan at least had the presence of mind to grab his boots and his coat as he dashed for the stairs. Luckily, the steps slowed his stubby-legged pursuer down, and he was able to actually put them on.

“You cur! Your giant ledges won’t be enough to stop me!" 

"What the heck, I thought we had to both agree on the battle first!?”

“That’s what I thought too, but it seems the Temlins get to decide the battle for the preliminary round. I suppose it saves time.” The dog replied as it hopped up the last step.

What the heck am I supposed to do!? Stan wondered to himself. I’m not gonna punch a little dog!

He ran around the deck a couple of times, trying to tire the little guy out, but the dog had boundless energy, and it’s fur coat was obviously better at keeping the cold out than Stan’s cotton one. Finally, his eyes caught sight of the net he and Ford used to catch specimens for his brother’s research. Perfect!

Out-maneuvering a herding dog was a challenge, but in the end he managed. After all, corgis were bred to herd large groups of sheep, not one cunning old man. Once Stan grabbed the net, he tossed it over his opponent, tangling up its little legs almost instantly. The dog continued to squirm, attempting to wiggle its way out once again. When this proved futile, it started to gnaw on the cables of the net.

“Yeah, good luck, Bucko.” Stan chuckled. “That net’s meant for things way bigger and more magical than you.”

“Preliminary round has ended. The victor is Stanley Pines.” The hologram appeared again in a flash of light. “You are both Champions worthy of being in this great tournament. Now you must await your summoning for the first true round. Information and dossiers about the other participants will be made available to you soon, relative to your own universe’s timescale. Welcome, once again, to the Contest of Champions.”

With that, the hologram disappeared again.

“Good show, human!” The dog barked happily. “Will you please let me out now?”

“Oh, right.” Stan pulled the net away. “Not that it’s any of my business, but if I can beat you, ya might not last many rounds in this tournament.”

“Oh, this dog still has a few tricks. I don’t want to show all my best moves before we’ve even begun!”

“Good point. Hey, before ya go, would it be too much to ask for a picture? My niece would really love you.”

“But of course!”

“Hey Ford, get up here!” Stan called down the stairs to the cabin.

“I told you, I can’t help during the match!”

“It’s already over, genius! We’re takin’ a commemorative photo! Bring up the camera!”

[birdgirlamp]

*Slides under the blast doors at the last minute, slaps entry on the table*

I’m here with an old piece of art! Lol. Happy end of Stanuary everyone! Awesome entries all around, here’s to an equally awesome Forduary! The dual prompts look cool! Fingers crossed! Art is from the amazing Relativity Falls fanfic, 47′/! Go check it out, it’s great!

[jackyjackdraws]

Oh boy! My final entry for @stanuary​ 2020!

This week’s theme is Fight,and as always,they are arguing

I am sad that this is it for this year, but i know that forduary will be as much as great

Also sorry about the fact that the anatomy is wonky,but i got sick when making these and they probably won’t be as good as usual

Ending under the cut ;)

oh no...they cryin

[gosecretscribbles]

Stanuary 2020 Week 2: Secrets

Summary:  To shake off Crampelter, Stan takes Ford to a secret tunnel - which leads to Ford's discovery of Stanley's secret love for romance novels.

TW: Bullying

@stanuary

“He’s catching up!” Ford panted.

“So run faster!”

“He’s on a bike and I have skinny noodle legs!”

“Fair point!”

They raced down the sidewalk, but Ford was tiring fast and Stan could hear Crampelter’s bike screech around the corner behind them.  To the right was a grassy park – a nice wide open space with nowhere to hide – and to the left was Viewpoint Point, a small cliff that jutted out of the sand with a rotted pier crumbling from its tip.  The base was eroded into huge piles of rocks and boulders.  Stan grabbed Ford’s arm and sprinted toward it, kicking up sand in his wake.

“Where are we going?” Ford gasped.

“Where a bike can’t follow us!”

“HEY PINES FREAKS!”

Stan glanced over his shoulder.  Crampelter had stopped his bike and had a BB gun leveled at their backs, a couple of actual rockets attached to the front.

“My rockets!” Ford cried.

“You can have ‘em back!” Crampelter shouted, and he fired.  

He wasn’t aiming to hit them, but it exploded in the sand right behind them and the shockwave knocked them flat.  

“The heck did you load those with?” Stan gasped.

“He’s reloading, he’s reloading!”

Stan cursed, made a split-second decision, then grabbed Ford’s arm and took off toward the cliff.  He heard a shrill whistle and dove right just in time to avoid another rocket.  Then, still gripping Ford’s arm tightly, he started scrambling over the rocks at the base of the cliff.

“Stan!  We need to hide!” Ford wheezed.

Stan didn’t answer, just pulled Ford behind him and slowly backed up.  They were balanced rather precariously over two very large boulders, and their backs were pressed to the wall of the cliff.  Crampelter grinned, reloaded, and fired.  The second the rocket sent up a cover of sand, Stan shoved Ford into a gap between the rocks and dove in after him.  

He landed with a face in his elbow and a knee in his gut.  He grunted and rolled off his brother, both of them breathing hard.  After a minute Stan’s eyes adjusted to the light from the crevice above them.  They were in a small pocket in the cliff, about the size of the Pawn Shop, and there was an opening a few feet away that led down a dark tunnel.  Stan gave his brother a quick glance, but he was holding himself okay and it didn’t look like he’d sprained anything from the fall.

“You okay?” Stan asked.

“I – yeah, yeah.  Where are we?”

“Cave.”

“I can see that,” Ford said, slightly annoyed.  “I meant where –”

“Hey!” Crampelter called overhead.  Immediately Ford fell back behind Stan.  “You stupid losers, did you run away like a couple of cowards?”

Yeah, cuz we don’t wanna get blown up from bad aim, Stan thought sourly.  He motioned for Ford to head for the tunnel.  Ford grimaced but got up quietly and followed, hooking one hand around Stan’s arm and reaching out with the other to feel for the wall.  Stan did the same, leading them slowly forward until Crampelter’s voice faded and they were lost in inky blackness.

“He’s gonna block the entrance, isn’t he,” Ford sighed.

“Nah.  It’s really well hidden.  You didn’t even notice when you were standing right over it.”

“I had a rocket pointed at my face,” he said drily.  “Also, how did you know this was here?”

“Uh…I mean I had to hide somewhere when Pops thought I stole his vinyl collection, right?”

“But how did you – hey!”

“It’s okay!” Stan said quickly.  The tunnel of the wall had suddenly veered away from them, and Stan quickly turned left so they could keep following it.  They’d reached the big cavern, he’d have to be careful where he led Ford from here.  “There. Find the wall?  It’s just a pocket in the cliff.  The tunnel keeps going in about ten feet, Nothing to see here.”

“Ugh.  Hang on, let me get my flashlight.”

“What?  No, wait –”

Too late.  Ford clicked it on.  His jaw dropped and Stan let out a groan.  

This cavern was about the same size as the first, but it held a small cooler, a small electric lantern and stacks and stacks of books.  There were so many it looked like a miniature city.  

Ford looked around, bewildered.  “Where did all these books come from?”

“No idea!” Stan said brightly.  “Welp, guess the place is haunted by a librarian, we better go before we run out of oxygen or it traps us here for all eternity!”

But Ford was already picking up a book.  “This is Ma’s book,” he said slowly.  “She tossed it ages ago.  And that one, and that one – Stan, did you bring all of these down here?”

He cringed.  “N-no! Maybe!  Because they were so horrible I couldn’t let them see the light of day again!”

“There are toffee crumbs in this one on page 57,” Ford said.  “Stan, are you reading romance novels?”

“Don’t tell Pa,” he begged.

“Did you read all of these?!”

“I read them when Ma throws them out.  Don’t tell her either,” Stan said.  “Don’t tell anyone, okay?  They’re just – research!  For getting good at flirting and stuff!  I mean, a mug like mine, I’m gonna have honeys dripping off each arm.  Gotta be prepared, right?  Am I right?”

Ford stared at him.  

Sweat broke over Stan’s face.  “What? What?  Say something already!”

“Romances.”

“Flirt research!”

“With pink covers.”

“They have cowboys!”

“Dozens of them.”

“I –”

“I can’t believe this!” Ford’s face split into a huge grin.  “You’ve secretly been a bookworm too?  This whole time!?”

“Hey, easy with the insults!” Stan protested.

Ford just laughed and punched him in the arm.  “Stan, this is fantastic!  We can hide all our stuff down here instead of in the ship where Crampelter can get it.  We can come down here to read whenever we want!”

“You’re not…grossed out?”

“Are you kidding!?”  Ford swung an arm around Stan’s neck and yanked him down for a noogie.  He had the upper body strength of sea lettuce, but Stan ducked down obligingly and laughed when Ford messed up his hair.  “My brother the bookworm!” Ford shouted happily.  “Bookworm Buddies for life!”

“Get off already,” Stan grumbled, beat red and grinning.  “You’re just obsessed with anything book-shaped, aren’t you. These are actual lady romance novels, you know.”

“Yeah, I know!  How many have you read?  Which ones are your favorites?  You got any supernatural ones?  Oh!  There’s some romance in Dracula, have you read that yet?  Although it’s kind of a slow start.  Oh wait, have you read –”

“Dude, Dracula’s a book?”

“I HAVE SO MUCH TO SHOW YOU!”

Ford grabbed Stan’s hand and started pulling him towards the entrance, but Stan blanched and dug in his heels.

“Whoa, hang on a second!”

“What?  Don’t worry, the librarian banned you but we can still use my library card!  I’ll even pay the fines if you ruin the books again!”

“That was Pete the Seagull’s fault,” Stan said sharply.  “Not my fault he thought the picture of bread on the cover was real.”

“Who cares?  C’mon! You said the tunnel keeps going, right? Let’s go to the library right now!”

“Whoa whoa whoa!” Stan yanked his hand away.  “Seriously, Ford, no.”

“Why not?”

“Because Crampelter’s out their with your rockets – nice job keeping track of those, by the way – and I don’t want him or anyone else to catch me carrying books around.  Your books, sure, but not these books.  Imagine what Pops would say.”

Ford winced.  

“Exactly.”

“Well you could have told me,” Ford said indignantly.  “I mean you had a whole secret cave down here and you never told me about it!  How did you even find it in the first place?”

“It’s connected to that chamber where we found the Stan O’ War.  And the only reason I didn’t tell you is because you got really obvious tells.”

“I do not!”

“Dude, your eye is twitching right now.”

“Oh…”

Stan shifted awkwardly.  “It’s fine.  I just…I don’t want anyone else to know I like weird gooey romance stuff.”

Ford cracked a grin.  “Stan, you’re talking to the resident expert on weird.”

“You’re really not grossed out?”

“I’m grossed out that some of these books smell like bad pizza cheese, but that’s about it.  Oh, and you owe me for keeping the cave a secret.”

“I just saved your skinny butt from Crampelter!”

“And!” Ford said, striding towards the exit tunnel.  “We still need to head to the library.  I check out stuff like Dracula all the time, so no one will find it odd, and it has romance and adventure and even a ship, plus we can come back here and read it, assuming no one spots us going in through the main chamber –”

“See if I save you from your own science ever again,” Stan muttered, but he was grinning as he followed his brother down the tunnel.  

AN: You can't look me in the eye after watching "The Inconveniencing" and tell me Stan wouldn't have liked a good romance novel. Especially ones with strong female protagonists and dancing.

For the record, literally anyone can like romance - any kind of romance. Stan's desire to keep it a secret stems from mainstream toxic masculinity and Filbrick, whose solution to bullying is to push Stan to beat up the bully in boxing, and is a pretty good example of teaching toxic masculinity.

Ford doesn't care about that, and neither should you or anyone else. *Yeets toxic gender conformity straight out the window*

[schizophrenicfordpinesmoved]

Week 2 of Stanuary - I couldn’t think of anything for the prompt so i just drew my favorite era of Stan’s - mullet Stan

[drzewobojczyni]

@stanuary week 4: Fight

Some Stan and Soos bonding.

DeviantArt

[stanford-da-dragon]

Week 4: Fight

Not as proud on this as I was on the others... Due to I redrew this entire drawing XP And kinda rushed it to have it done in time (Literally finished it Lastnight!) First go around was Perfect! And I loved it <3 But then I realized it looked WAY too familiar to another piece of ARTWORK  Only difference was. Stan in my drawing was standing. But the car and pose was similar. So scrapped it all together when I realized the similarities. So cause of this my lack of Motivation kicked in and this is what came from it. >< But got it done. So am Happy on it. ;w; Now for Forduary :D Enjoy~ Coffee a Day keeps Bill away~ Ko-Fi Link Here!  

[rymdunge-art]

@stanuary Week 4: Fight

No angst this month! Only family fluff!

[stanuary]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Gravity Falls Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Characters: Stan Pines Series: Part 4 of Uncle Idiot's 2020 Stanuary-palooza Summary:

Stan tries his luck in Manhattan. Week four of Stanuary, Fight.

[kannatc]

Not sure if I am too late to submit or no (doing everything in last minutes, as always, eh), but anyways!  Here I am with my small Stanley art (actually sketch is muuuch older, but I liked it and decided to color at least on this @stanuary).

[orangeoctopi7]

Back in My Day

I’ve been very busy the last half of the month, between my grandpa’s funeral and getting sick, so the idea I originally had for @Stanuary week 4 sadly hasn’t gotten off the ground. (It was just gonna be a very silly crossover with Atop the Fourth Wall’s Contest of Champions, and I may come back to it when I don’t feel like I swallowed a gallon of mucus) Instead, I’m posting the first chapter of a WIP I’ve been sitting on for a while that will have Stan in a fight later on. So it sorta fits.

***

After the flash of brilliant blue light, Ford realized he was no longer standing in the living room of the Mystery Shack. Instead, he was standing in a much smaller living room, with painfully bright yellow and orange 70’s style wallpaper. The same kind they used to have in their home in Glass Shard Beach. In fact, it was the same wallpaper.

“Hey, are ya gonna stand there gawkin’ like a pigeon all day, or are ya gonna move out from in front of the TV?” A harsh voice asked from behind him. 

Ford whipped around to see his father sitting in his old favorite green-and-red plaid chair. The scientist looked down at his hands and saw that they were young and soft, rather than worn and calloused from years of work and travel. But in his left hand he still clutched the Time Tape, the one Shermie had claimed was broken.

“Whatcha got there, slick?” Filbrick asked, spotting the Time Tape.

“Uhhh... tape... measurer?” Ford said slowly. He’d certainly gotten better at lying over the years, but he wasn’t prepared for this. “For…” he looked around and tried to guess the year he’d come back to, “...for my science fair project?”

“That’s not one of mine.” Filbrick observed, “Where’d you get it?”

Stanford was saved from having to come up with a convincing lie when they heard Stanley thunder down the stairs and burst into the room. In the split-second the twins’ eyes met, Ford knew Stan was going through the exact same thing he was.

“Borrowed it from school!” Stan explained, too loudly.

Even though they couldn’t see their father’s eyes behind the old man’s shades, it was clear he was rolling them. “Just as long as you didn’t waste any money buying a new one when we got perfectly good tools at home. Now get outta the way before the commercials end.”

Stan and Ford dashed back up the stairs to their room and slammed the door tightly behind them

“What the heck is going on!?” Stan exclaimed as soon as they were alone. “How are we back here and pimply teenagers?”

“Well, obviously,” Ford’s voice cracked, and he cleared his voice before continuing, “Obviously the Time Tape brought us back here.”

“But Shermie said that thing’s been broken for years!” Stan’s voice cracked right back. “You didn’t fix it, did you?”

“Well, I was just testing it to try and see what was wrong with it. I didn’t think it would actually take us back in time!” Ford pulled their calendar off the wall. It read January 15th, 1969. 44 years before the present they had left… and four months before that fateful day at the Science Fair.

Stan’s expression brightened as he looked at the calendar. “Wait, Ford, we could fix things! Stop your science fair project from breaking, stop Dad from kicking me out!”

Ford’s face fell, and he glanced at his desk. The perpetual motion machine was still in its early building stages, just a few parts of the frame lying still next to the blueprints, and a half-finished methods paper.

“Stan, I know it’s tempting, but it’s an incredibly bad idea! Changing that event would alter a lot of things in our timeline. If we don’t part at the end of our Senior year, we might never defeat Bill!”

“Yeah, and you might never meet him in the first place! Let that jerk be someone else’s problem!”

“And Dipper and Mabel might never be born! At the very least they would be very different people when we returned.”

Stan's eyes widened. “I-I hadn’t thought of that…. I don’t want that….”

“And that’s even assuming we could change the timeline in the first place!” Ford continued to ramble on, despite the fact that his point had been made. “From what I understand, changing the greater flow of time is absurdly difficult. Dipper had to go through over thirty different permutations just to win a carnival game! Then there’s the Time Paradox Avoidance Enforcement Squadron to worry about--”

“OK,OK, I get it!” Stan held his hands up placatingly, “Let’s just get back to 2013 then!”

Ford pulled the tape out 44 years and pressed the forward button. Nothing happened.

“Ah, so that’s how it’s broken.” He commented, deceptively calm.

“What!? Don’t tell me we’re stuck here!”

“No, no, I’m sure I can fix it…”

“And how long is that gonna take?”

Ford pinched the bridge of his nose. “Well, if I had my lab and my tools back in Gravity Falls, it would just be a matter of hours, but here… a few days? A week? Maybe more?”

Stan groaned loudly and flopped back onto his bottom bunk.. “So basically, you have no clue. How am I supposed to resist the urge to change the timeline in the meantime?”

“I know it’s not going to be easy, but we really don’t have any other options. We just need to try and stick to the original timeline as much as possible.”

“Crap, Ford, I barely remember what happened throughout this entire year, let alone some random day!”

“I know, I know!” Ford sighed and sat down with a thump at his desk. “I don’t remember much in the way of specifics either. We’ll just have to stick to whatever seems like a normal routine.”

Chapter 2: Stupid Teen Emotions

[stonfordpines]

title: lovey dovey

words: 1193

summary: stan still remembered how to fight, despite everything.

written for @stanuary 2020. week four: fight

(and now that stanuary is ending, i wanted to say how much fun it was! (very!!) thanks to everyone who helped coordinate it and everyone reblogging/enjoying what everyone’s made! i hope to do this again next year!)

[dizzierizzy]

OLD AS BALLS

week 2: secret

these are coming in slow that’s my bad-

[jackyjackdraws]

Here is my small 3 part comic for week 3 of @stanuary​

The theme was “Au” and you all might know by know that my favorite one is without a doubt Timestuck

At first,Stan wasn’t sure about letting a twelve year old touch and cut his hair, even though a free haircut is always nice (at least for him)

But after he saw how good and firm her niece was at doing his hair, he completley let her do her job, and he actually liked the result!

Also, since i felt like it, there is a flower crown version under the cut

Yes i have used the default flower brush from clip studio,but i am too lazy to draw a decent flower crown,even if i did in the past