#anyways yes Stan be Fiddleford's support system!! ����️

[what-am-i-doing-in-this-fandom]

vampires age in your halloween au? (vampire old man gucket is fun! just curious about the logistics)

old wolf stanley.. so awesome. tail betrays him by wagging when hes trying to pretend hes not a sap

Vampires don't usually age by getting grey hair and wrinkles, but Fidds hurries his aging process by using the memory gun!!

Stan helps him outta the habit, but it still takes it's toll, y'know?

And, I totally love the idea of Old Stan not being able to hide his fondness because he just can't stop wagging his tail when he's with the people he loves 🙏 So cute 🥹

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Dēbĭlĭto #1

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Brain Trauma AU masterpost

AO3

Dēbĭlĭto - meaning to paralyse, to weaken, to disable, to incapacitate, to impair, to maim, to lame, to cripple

Chapter 1: Set sail

Seagulls cried out above their heads, circling over the deck and the coast as the two men walked along the pier. There was the occasional flap of a seagull’s wings as one flew too close, before letting out a squawk and flying off again. The old wooden planks beneath the men’s feet creaked a little as they walked, straining under their weight. Behind them, they could hear the crashing of the waves hitting the beach, accompanied by the laughter of young children playing in the surf. The sound reminded them of their niece and nephew over in California.

“Ah, there she is!” The larger of the two men, Stanley, pointed to a small wooden boat tied up at the side of the deck in front of them. Constructed of dark oak and the hull reinforced with carbon fibre, the boat bobbed up and down on the waves. A large, wooden mast stuck up out of the middle of the cabin, numerous aerials for radio and mobile signal attached with firm steel plating. A telescope was fixed to the front of the cabin roof, already aiming up towards the stratosphere. A red banner of paint ran around the edge of the boat, just above the surface of the water and below the railing. The words ‘Stan ‘O War II’ were painted on in block capitals with white paint.

Stanley’s twin brother grinned. “Finally. I thought we would never get her finished.” The second man, Stanford was considerably thinner than Stanley, though they were of identical height and age. Ford’s hair was not confined by a hat in the way Stan’s was, being whipped around by the ocean breeze. Ford took a deep breath as the twins approached their boat. Ford was the first to step onto the deck, offering his brother a six-fingered hand to help him on.

“I’m not that old Sixer.” Stan rolled his eyes. “I can still walk fine, you know.” He reached for the hand anyway.

“It was merely a gesture of kindness, Stanley.” Ford teased lightly, pulling his hand away before his brother could grab hold. Stan chuckled and stepped over the railing onto the deck of the boat. Almost immediately, the two men found themselves stumbling, their balance thrown off by the change in stability of the ground beneath their feet. Ford managed to get his balance back considerably easier than his brother. Stan ended up having to cling to the railing for support.

Ford crossed his arms, raised an eyebrow and smirked at his brother. He said nothing, only lifting up one leg, remaining perfectly balanced. Stan shot him a glare. “Oh quit bragging. You spent thirty years on the run, no wonder your balance is better than mine.”

Ford put his leg down and walked over to his brother, offering him a hand. “Come on, you want to have a look inside I take it?”

Stan rolled his eyes and took his brother’s hand. He found it easier to walk while holding onto Ford’s arm for support. Ford led him down the stairs and through the cabin door. They were immediately placed into the saloon of the ship. On one side was a small kitchen area fitted against the wall. A booth was opposite the kitchen area, the two small seats opposite one another, a small table in the middle, resembling booths in a diner. At the bow end of the cabin was a small closet for supplies, already loaded with long-life packaged foods such as tinned and dried goods.

A very small fridge-freezer stood beside the kitchen, being powered by the solar panels on top of the boat’s mast. It was barely the size of a hotel refrigerator, but it would certainly be enough for the two men. Beside the kitchen area were some cupboards, full of kitchen supplies such as pots, pans, cutlery, plates and bowls. The cupboards were floor-level. This meant that, should there be a storm and the boat was tossed around (a likely event, considering the size of the Pacific Ocean) the plates were unlikely to smash as they were not falling from a great height.

Behind the stairs leading up to the deck were two more doors. One of them led into a small bathroom, including merely a toilet, a small shower and a sink. The other door led into a bedroom complete with two small beds on opposite sides of the room, a small nightstand between them. A second closet stood opposite the bathroom door, loaded with clean clothes and various bits of scientific equipment, as well as general boat gear such as rope.

Stan went over to the booth and took a seat. “Well this is pleasant, and this seat is really comfortable.”

“It should be. We’ve got to be sitting there for a good few months.” Ford chuckled, taking a seat opposite his twin. “At least Fiddleford was able to set up the watermaker system so we can have fresh water for both drinking and for showering.”

“Knowing how sweaty you get in the summer, that’ll be a good thing.” Stan teased his twin gently, a playful smirk on his face.

Ford scoffed indignantly. “Excuse me, Stanley, but you sweat far worse than I do. It’s your weight, you see. It makes you overheat.”

“Oh shut up, Poindexter. I didn’t have time to get all fit and healthy like you. I was too busy working!”

“I didn’t have much of a choice to get ‘all fit and healthy’, Stanley,” Ford smirked. “It was either run fast or die.”

“Well, I’m glad it wasn’t the latter.” Stan leant over to tousle his brother’s hair.

Ford swatted his hand away. “Get off!” He flattened his hair down, attempting to undo the mess his brother had made.

Stan chuckled, folding his arms on the table. “Some things just don’t change, do they Sixer? You still hate having your hair messed up. Now I know where Dipper gets it from.”

Ford scoffed as he managed to get his hair under control again. “It’s bad enough with the salty sea air messing it up without you too!”

Stan grinned and got up. “You should have bought a hat, then, Poindexter.”

“Stanley, you and I both know you didn’t pay for that hat.”

Stan gasped, putting a hand over his chest dramatically. “Me? Steal? How could you ever think that?!”

“It’s still got the security tag on it,” Ford said simply, an amused grin on his face. “Where are you going?”

“To check out the bedroom.” Stan replied. Ford got up from his seat and followed his twin to the back of the boat to the bedroom. The beds weren’t quite normal size - they were a little narrower to leave enough space in the room to move around - but they were certainly long enough. Stan took a seat on the bed on the starboard side and Ford sat on the opposite bed. Stan flopped onto his back, his arms out above his head. “Oh yes, this is nice.” He grinned.

“These mattresses are very comfortable, I agree.” Ford kicked his boots off and laid down on his own bed with a content sigh. “Then again, after thirty years of sleeping wherever I could, I’d find anything comfortable.”

“The minute your butt touched my chair you fell asleep in it,” Stan said with a smirk. “You were out like a light.”

“Your weight on it over the years softened it.” Ford retorted. “No wonder it was so comfortable.”

“Make one more fat joke and you can swim around the world,” Stan said bluntly, causing his brother to laugh. “I’m serious, Ford. I’ll make you follow me in your speedo.”

Ford snorted. “At least I can get away with wearing one, Stan. Something that can’t be said for someone your size.”

“Alright, that’s it!” Stan got up from his bed. “I warned you about the fat jokes.”

Ford sat bolt upright, scooting backwards on the bed away from his brother. “Oh come on, Stan. We both know I’m right.”

Stan simply grabbed Ford’s leg and pulled him forwards, scooping his brother into his arms to carry him in a fireman’s lift over one shoulder. Ford struggled and wriggled in Stan’s grip. “Stanley Pines if you don’t put me down right now I swear I’ll-”

“You’ll what, Poindexter?” Stan smirked as he carried his brother out of the bedroom and up the stairs to the deck. “You’ll toss me overboard? I thought you couldn’t lift me since I was so fat?”

“STAN PINES PUT ME DOWN!”

“Alright alright, yeesh. Don’t get your sideburns in a twist.” Stan tossed Ford over his shoulder and put him down on the deck. Ford sat on the deck and crossed his arms, scowling at his brother. This only caused Stan to chuckle. “You look like some pouty kid who just got told off for stealing cookies outta the jar.”

Ford got to his feet, his arms still crossed and a scowl still on his face. “Well excuse me for not appreciating being carried around like a ‘pouty kid’ by my own brother.”

Stan rolled his eyes. “You’re just lucky I didn’t toss you overboard, Sixer. I will do next time, though. Especially if you keep making fat jokes.”

Ford unfolded his arms to punch Stan’s shoulder playfully. “You know I don’t care how big you are. You tease me about being smart, so it’s only fair I get to tease you about being fat.”

“Yeah but there’s a line somewhere, Ford, and as soon as you cross that line you’re going overboard,” Stan smirked a little, shoving Ford’s shoulder gently in return. “Come on, let’s go get our stuff from the car and load up.”

Ford smirked at his brother as he stepped over the railing back onto the pier, offering Stanley a hand in return. Stan accepted the help, allowing Ford to pull him up over the railing and onto the dock once more. Side by side, the two men walked back in the direction of the dockyard parking lot. The seagulls above them continued their cries, the sound bouncing off the sides of the boats surrounding them and ricocheting into the ocean.

“So, how long do you think we’ll be out there before we’ll need to restock?” Stan asked.

“Depends on how much we eat and how much equipment is either broken or lost to the waves,” Ford replied, humming in thought. “I’d say maybe two months at sea, towards the end of which we’d have to make sure we’re near to a port.”

“That shouldn’t be too hard, they’re dotted all along the West Coast,” Stan said. “Whereabouts do you think we’ll be by then?”

“Maybe near Canada or Alaska?” Ford shrugged. “I don’t know.”

“Sounds good enough to me. I know there’s a pretty large port up in Anchorage.”

“That’s the place we’ll most likely be docking at, then.” Ford nodded as they approached the parking lot. The Stanleymobile was parked at the left side, the crimson paint glinting in the midday sun. It looked just as old and worn down as its owner.

Stan unlocked the car and opened up the trunk, digging out two of their suitcases. Ford dug some of the boxes of supplies out of the back seats of the car, setting them down on the ground beside the car. Stan shut the trunk again as Ford got out as many boxes as he could carry comfortably, before shutting the rear passenger doors. Stan locked up the car and picked up the suitcases. Ford lifted up the boxes and the pair made their way back to the boat.

It took roughly an hour and a halft to get everything from the car onto the boat and then to get everything put away properly. Ford sat on the edge of the railing, his legs hanging over the side of the boat. He had tossed his shirt aside, leaving him in a plain black T-shirt. He used the sleeve of his shirt to wipe the sweat from his forehead, removing his glasses to dry off the bridge of his nose to stop his glasses slipping off. Stan had removed his own shirt, leaving him topless. He leaned against the railing beside his brother, panting a little in the heat. Both of them were slightly red in the face. Luckily, Ford had insisted that they both put on copious amounts of sunscreen before leaving the house, so the risk of sunburn was minimal.

Stan checked his watch. “Weren’t the twins meant to come and see us off today?”

“Yeah, they were.” Ford nodded. “They should be here shortly since they left first thing this morning.”

Stan stretched his arms out above his head with a slight yawn. The heat had drained most of the energy from both men, leaving them feeling rather fatigued. Of course, both of them were far too stubborn to admit this and instead opted for walking around on the deck to keep themselves active. Before long, they heard two pairs of footsteps running along the deck towards them. Turning to look at the source of the noise, both men grinned upon seeing their niece and nephew running towards them.

“GRUNKLE STAN! GRUNKLE FORD!” Mabel cheered as she all but leapt over the railing, directly into Stan’s arms. Stan was knocked back a few steps by the force of the girl’s hug but was more than happy to return it with a chuckle.

“Heya pumpkin! It’s good seeing you again!” Stan grinned, ruffling Mabel’s hair.

A moment later, Ford had been tackled in a hug of similar strength by Dipper. The young boy giggled a little as Ford lifted him clear off the ground, wrapping his arms around him tightly. Ford grinned at the boy in his arms. “Glad you were able to make it!”

“We wouldn’t miss it for the world!” Dipper grinned, hugging Ford tightly in return. “We wanted to be able to see you before you left!”

“Trust me, we wanted the same thing kiddo.” Satan grinned, setting Mabel down on the deck. Mabel went over and hugged Ford tightly, once Ford had set Dipper down. Dipper, in turn, went and gave Stan a huge hug as well.

“Can we have a look around your boat before you leave?” Dipper asked with wide, curious eyes.

“Course, come on in!” Stan grinned, setting the boy down and gesturing for his nephew to follow him inside. Dipper followed Stan down the steps into the cabin, swiftly being followed by his sister. Ford remained out on the deck, enjoying the sunshine. At least, he remained outside until Mabel came back up on deck and grabbed his hand, pulling him into the cabin with her.

Dipper was looking at all of the scientific equipment in the box underneath the small kitchen table. Mabel let go of Ford’s hand in favour of having a look at the bedroom, allowing Ford to kneel beside Dipper. “Anything in particular that you’re wondering about?”

“This thing.” Dipper held up a small remote-control-like device, with what appeared to be a small satellite dish on one end, attached to an extensible rod.

“Oh, this?” Ford sat down on the floor beside him. “It’s called a subsurface echolocator. It allows us to hear signals from deep below the surface of the sea.”

“Whoa, that’s awesome!” Dipper grinned, his eyes wide with curiosity and wonder.

Ford chuckled at his childlike enthusiasm and took the boy’s hat off so he could ruffle his hair. “Sometimes I honestly wish I found things like this as interesting as you do,” he said, “but thirty years of coming across this stuff daily really wears off the fascination for such technology.”

Dipper giggled a little at the gesture. “So you saw stuff like this all the time?!”

“Yep, all sorts of weird and wonderful gadgets and machines that even a mind as imaginative as yours couldn’t even begin to come up with.” Ford chuckled. “Unfortunately, some of the time, such devices were aimed at me.”

Dipper frowned, hugging Ford tightly. “That must have been really scary.”

“It was rather terrifying at times, yes,” Ford admitted, returning the embrace, “but thanks to my brother, I no longer have to face such things.”

“Are you telling your nerd stories again, Sixer?” Stan called from where he was sitting on one of the beds, chatting with Mabel. “I thought you’d already told Dipper everything interesting!”

“At least my stories are actually interesting, Stanley!” Ford retorted, earning an ‘ooooo!’ from Mabel.

Stan grumbled and got up, heading to where Ford was sitting on the kitchen floor. “I’ll have you know my stories are perfectly interesting!” He retorted.

Ford scoffed. “Not when you’ve told them a hundred times. I think I could recite the one where you escaped those drug traffickers from memory!”

“At least it’s better than adding ‘oh but in dimension XZ Alpha Q’ blah bah blah onto the end of everything anyone ever says!” Stan shot back.

“I do not do that!” Ford protested.

“Yeah you do,” both Mabel and Dipper giggled, causing Ford to blush red.

“I didn’t think I did…” Ford mumbled.

Stan chuckled. “You’re such a nerd, Poindexter.”

“So? What’s wrong with that?”

“Nothing!” Stan grabbed his brother and pulled him into a tight embrace, rubbing his knuckles over the top of Ford’s head and causing his brother to yelp.

“Hey! Geroff me!” Ford protested, wriggling in Stan’s grip.

“Nope!” Stan laughed. “Kids! Get him!”

As Ford was held in place by his brother, the twins promptly engulfed him in hugs of their own, making it impossible for Ford to go anywhere. Ford wriggled in an attempt to get free but found himself thoroughly trapped by his family’s hugs. “Guuyyys!” He whined. “No fair!”

Mabel giggled, moving so she was resting on Ford’s chest, hugging him around the neck. “It is so fair! You hug us all the time and we get trapped. Now it’s your turn!”

Ford whined again, trying to get free. Stan adjusted his hold on Ford so that Ford’s arms were pinned to his sides. He put his chin on his brother’s shoulder. “I thought you loved our hugs.”

“Yeah, I do, but not when you’re hugging me like this just to annoy me,” he pouted.

Mabel just giggled, kissing Ford’s cheek. “But we love you and we like hugging you!”

Ford wriggled again. “Well if you’ll let me go I’ll be able to reciprocate the hugs you love so much!”

Mabel and Dipper both let go of Ford while Stan kept a hold of him, simply releasing Ford’s arms but keeping his own arms around Ford’s middle. Ford rolled his eyes, before bringing the twins in for a hug. The younger pair of Pines twins eagerly returned the hug, huge smiles on their faces. Ford chuckled softly, more than happy to just stay like this for a little while. All of a sudden he didn’t want to go sailing and leave the twins behind, even though he knew they would easily be able to stay in contact with their grunkles via the online video messaging system on Stan’s laptop.

Stan checked his watch. “It’s almost time for us to set off,” he said. It was clear by his tone of voice that he didn’t want to leave just yet either.

“Aww…” Mabel pouted. “Can’t you stay a little while longer?”

“As much as we’d love to, this is something Ford and I have been looking forward to for our whole lives,” Stan said. “We’ll call you on the computer tonight, though. Promise.”

“Okay.” Mabel did seem to cheer up a little bit at that, sliding off Ford’s lap and standing up. Dipper let go of Ford as well and stood beside his sister, allowing the two older men to get to their feet. Ford was standing beside Mabel a moment later, while Stan found himself stuck on the ground, his old, worn-out body stuck in that position.

Chuckling, Ford offered his brother a hand up. “It’s a good thing one of us aged well, huh?”

“Oh shut up Poindexter,” Stan grumbled as he was helped to his feet. “Not everyone can be as fit and healthy as you, alright?”

“You would be if you quit eating pizza all the time and did some exercise.” Ford murmured under his breath, giving his brother an innocent smile.

Stan narrowed his eyes. “If that was another fat joke, I swear to God Ford!”

Ford laughed, shoving his brother’s shoulder playfully. “I’m just teasing!”

“Well how about I tease you by tossing you into the sea?” Stan raised an eyebrow, though he couldn’t stop himself from smirking at his brother’s antics as the kids giggled.

“You wouldn’t.” Ford stuck his tongue out, crossing his arms. “You care about me too much. Plus you need me around to keep the boat from falling into disarray.”

“I can manage just fine on my own, thank you very much,” Stan retorted.

“So that’s why the Shack was a mess and falling to pieces when I came back?” Ford smirked.

“That was only ‘cause that portal of yours essentially turned off gravity several times, causing everything to float up in the air and get destroyed!”

“Oh sure, always blaming everyone else. So the trash in the hallway and the state of your bedroom was caused by the portal, huh?”

“Oh shut up Poindexter.” Stan poked him in the ribs playfully. “The place was a tip when I first arrived anyway. I know you were fighting … him, at that time but there was at least five years’ worth of mess there!”

“It was perfectly acceptable to have papers lying around. It was my own home and I was living on my own, so I didn’t have anybody around complaining about the mess. Apart from Fiddleford. He did bring the issue up once or twice towards the end of the portal’s construction process, when the piles of papers started to build up, but by then there was little point in cleaning the mess. Then he fell into the portal, caught a glimpse of what was going on and...you know the rest,” He finished hastily.

“Your mess was worse, Grunkle Stan!” Mabel piped up, grinning and giggling. “You left trash everywhere!”

“Only because I ‘was in my own house and didn’t have anybody around complaining about the mess’,” Stan retorted, sticking his tongue out at his brother.

Ford rolled his eyes. “You’re such a child, Stanley. I honestly think Mabel is more mature than you are sometimes.”

“She probably is.” Stan shrugged. “I won’t deny it.”

“Does this mean I can run the Shack for a day again?” Mabel asked.

“Not on your life you little gremlin.”

“Good, cause it was too much work.” Mabel pouted. “No wonder you’re so grouchy all the time.”

“I am not!” Stan protested indignantly. “I’ll have you know I can be rather joyful and a pleasure to be around, when I wanna be.”

Ford snickered. “Sure. Well, let’s just hope you want to be ‘rather joyful’ when we set off, otherwise I’ll go mad.”

“You’re already mad, Ford.”

“Am not!”

“Are too!”

“And you call us immature.” Dipper shook his head in mock exasperation, smirking a little. Both of his great uncles laughed.

“I know, hypocrites and all that.” Stan chuckled. “Now c’mon, we’d better get you two off the boat. We’re due to set off in about five minutes.”

“Awww…” Both of the twins whined. They had forgotten that the uncles were still meant to be setting out today. They had enjoyed spending this time with them and wanted to be able to stay longer, but they both knew that it was time for Stan and Ford to go.

“We’ll call you tomorrow evening, we promise,” Ford assured them.

“Alright,” Dipper nodded. He and his sister headed back up the stairs onto the deck, followed by Ford and Stan. The twins turned to face their uncles with wide grins. “Have fun out there.”

“I’m sure we will. Within a week we will have reached a major spot for a smaller breed of hydra that isn't a threat to humans. They grow to be maybe the size of a greyhound and feed off fish.” Ford said. “We should be able to get a lot of good photos.”

“Sounds cool!” Dipper grinned.

The two older Pines twins knelt down to give their niece and nephew a final hug goodbye. Mabel clung to Stan tightly, not wanting to let go just yet.

Stan chuckled. “Looks like someone doesn’t want us to go just yet. You’re going to have to stop hugging me eventually.”

“This isn’t a hug,” Mabel said, causing Stan to frown.

“Oh yeah? Then what is it?”

“A chokehold!” Mabel swung her body around, her arms around Stan’s neck. She held him tight - not tight enough to actually choke him, but tight enough to prove that she was rather strong for her age.

Stan laughed, easily detaching the young girl and setting her down on the floor. “Alright, alright, you’ve proved your point ya little demon. Come on, off the boat. We’re setting off now.”

Both children sighed, reluctantly stepping away from hugging their uncles and climbing over the railing of the boat, dropping down onto the pier again. Stan headed up to the wheel to get the engine of the boat going. It roared to life, the engine thudding as it waited for more controls.

Ford stood at the railing, ruffling the twins’ hair one last time. “We’ll see you soon, we promise!”

“You better!” Mabel replied. “Cause if you miss that call I’ll be mad.”

“Oh no, I wouldn’t want my darling niece to be mad at me.” Ford gasped in mock horror.

Mabel giggled. “No, you don’t, otherwise I won’t make you any more sweaters!”

“I think ten sweaters is enough for now,” Ford chuckled. He hauled up the anchor, hoisting it out of the water and making sure the winch was locked into place. He turned to look at Stan, up on the bridge. “We’re all set!”

“Awesome!” Stan grinned. Both himself and Ford waved to the twins as he adjusted the throttle on the boat.

With a roar of the engine and a splash of water from the current caused by the propeller, the boat began moving out of the dock and into the open ocean. The twins ran along the pier, waving to them and shouting their goodbyes. Their great uncles did the same, Ford standing at the stern of the boat as he waved. The twins kept running along the pier until they reached the end, standing at the edge of the dock and waving as their grunkles’ boat got smaller and smaller. They only stopped waving once they weren’t able to see the individual shapes of Stan and Ford any more, before returning to their parents.

Ford joined his brother up on the bridge, taking a deep breath as the salty ocean air flowed through his hair and caused his clothes to billow outwards. The pair of them each pulled on a lifejacket as their boat sailed across the water towards the horizon and towards all sorts of mysterious creatures.

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Aaaaand here it is! The first chapter of the long-awaited fic for the Brain Trauma AU, something that has been in the works for a little while now. Notes for the AU can be found at the top of the page, and I have the following people to thank: @sixerpines  @a-million-chromatic-dreams @archervale @crossroadsdimension @themindofcc @transformersg1fan271 @nour386 @witete  

(I won’t tag you guys in every chapter, just this one, I promise!)