#centaur mcgucket

[birdskullz]

god, i love the monster falls au. so much

i was struggling to figure out what fidds would be, and then my brain went "ur overthinking it, make him a centaur" and i was like, can't argue with that! it works, especially if he's part paint horse lol

and of course, classic gargoyle stan!! + mags, who's design is heavily based off of harpy eda from toh !!! harpy eda design goes harddd

[s1x-foot-deep]

@crtvirus ok i know this isnt exactly what u asked & i did absolutely LOVE the designs for monster falls back in the day but even so i didnt vibe with them entirely SO!!! i wanted to make my own "monster" designs <3

both stans are Grotesques, different types technically. their parents were a gargoyle and centaur, and shermie was a centaur

dipper and mabel's parents are a centaur and some type of fae. mabel IS semi-magical but its not controlled, and very minimal as the twins take after their centaur parent

pacifica is a wingless gryphon/griffin/griffon, and being wingless is a sore spot for her

wendy is an axehandle hound! & all her family are different Fearsome Critters. soos is a sasquatch cuz i wanted him to be & that way he can stay relatively the same. hes already perfect just as he is<3

ideas not in this post for other characters: gideon has a monster parasite controlling him under all that hair(like a headcrab kind of), robbie i think would be similar to The Rake in shape if u remember that creepypasta, & i think mcgucket could be a werewolf for the symbolism of losing ones self & also cuz i want him to be a werewolf. i can do anything forever

[gravity-falls-au-tournament]

The AUs in the running!

With the submission now closed, the time for the Tournament to begin is fast approaching! With that in mind it is time to reveal the AUs in the running:

Drifting stars AU by @the-subpar-ghost

During the events of not what he seems, Mabel ends up falling into the portal instead of Ford coming through it, and Mabel ends up stuck with Ford in the multiverse. The two of them travel the multiverse and get into many a shenanigan trying to find a way home. In most versions Stan and Dipper also work to bring their twins home

One of us AU by @ashidaii

During the events of Weirdmaggedon, Ford accepts Bill's offer to join him and is transformed into a demon. In some versions it is with the intent to betray Bill later while struggling with Demonic Corruption, in others it is genuine.

Reunion falls AU by @sailorleo (Now @hellspawnmotel)

Not long after Mabel and Dipper were born the two were separated, with Dipper being sent to live with Stan and Mabel remaining with their parents. After finding out about her twin years later, Mabel travels to Gravity falls to meet him.

Timestuck AU by @dodofiasco

In which one of the Pines twins (or both, in which case usually they get separated but sometimes they are together) end up stuck 30 years in past due to the time tape and meet the younger version of one (or both) of the Stan twins.The most Popular version of this AU has Mabel travelling with a younger Stan.

Blind Faith au by @gravity-what and @thesnadger

During the events of the Portal incident in the 1980s, Both Stan and Ford fall through the Portal. Due to McGucket being driven mad by what he saw when he entered the portal, Ford fears the same could happen to Stan and thus blindfolds him to prevent him from Seeing whatever lurks in the mysterious and insidious dimension where they have ended up, and the two travel to escape. However, while Ford cannot see fully due to losing his glasses, what little he can see is starting to take its toll. This mounting paranoia and fear eventually reaches a Boling point and leads to Ford attempting to blind Stan to keep him safe from the horrors (In some versions he succeeds, in others he only manages to do so for one eye) Eventually the two manage to leave this dimension and they begin travelling the multiverse.

Monster falls AU by various

The discovery of a magical stream results in the characters of gravity falls being transformed into various monsters. Dipper is turned it a Cervitaur(Deer centaur) Mabel is turned into a Mermaid or a Unicorn centaur, Stan is turned into a gargoyle, Ford is turned into a Greek sphynx, And the list goes on.

Mystery trio AU by various

Based on a popular theory prior to the release of Not what he seems and a tale of tale of two stans. The story of the Mystery trio au has many different variations, but the general premise is that in sometime in the past before the portal incident, Stan and Ford make and the two of them plus Fiddleford work together to help with Ford's research in Gravity falls, getting into all kinds of trouble.

Beauty and Beast AU by @artsycrapfromsai

A Familial love take on the Disney movie of the same name, in the Beauty and the Beast au the pines twins end up living in the castle of the Stan twins, who were cursed years ago by bill, with Ford being transformed into a Book and Stan into a beast

Reverse portal AU by @busket

During the events of the portal incident, Stan is the one to fall in the portal instead of Ford. Ford then spends the next 30 battling with himself over whether he should risk the universe and try and bring Stan back, Meanwhile Stan travels the multiverse, probably getting banned from numerous dimensions.

Relativity falls AU by Doidles and Gargunk

An age swap au where the stan twins are twelve years old and staying in gravity falls with their Grauntie Mabel, who is secretly working to bring back her brother.

Transcendence AU by Zoey Chu(Now @transcendence-au)

Due to a long series of events, Dipper gains Bill's powers, becoming known as "Alcor". Meanwhile in an event known as the "Transcendence" gravity falls weirdness spreads to the rest of the world.

One and a half stans AU by @disappeareddraws

After the events of a tale of two stans, Stan ends up being reverted back to a kid through some means or the other.

Ghost stan AU by @gryphsdeadbones

Some point after a tale of two stans, Stan dies and becomes a ghost, eventually becoming a category 10 ghost.

Never human AU by @notllorstel

Stanley pines was stillborn, replaced by a changeling at birth. In some versions Dipper is also a Fae and the story deals with the aftermath of these revelations

Pirate AU by @gobblewanker

During the 18th century, Orphan stowaways Mabel and Dipper find themselves on the mystery, A pirate ship manned by its notorious captain Stanley pines, who is fueled by a desire for revenge against the man who killed his brother.

Summer job AU by Various

After the events of Steven universe future, Steven gets a job working at the mystery shack (sometimes post-series sometimes pre-series)

Round one will start on the 10th of August Aest and the brackets will be up on the 9th. See you all soon!

[thelastspeecher]

in Horse Boy Stan AU, by the time Stan gets control over the "gift" (aka switching between horse and human form), he's come to accept and even embrace it. sure, being stuck as a horse for three days every few months isn't the greatest, but he can work around it. and it's kinda...fun? being a horse. he enters his first competition as a horse during the months he works on controlling the gift, and actually does well. he doesn't get first, but he still places.

but Stan doesn't feel so charitably towards the gift at first. it takes him a while to reach that.

Stan spends the first few months trying to find a way to get rid of the gift. the McGuckets warn him that doing so may upset the Fair Folk. fae don't like humans being "ungrateful" of the gifts they give them. but Stan doesn't listen.

before Stan finally accepts and embraces the gift, he gets punished by the fae a few times. he gets his ability to turn human revoked for a week or two, is forced to live with a family that doesn't know his situation and just thinks he's a regular horse (how does the fae manage this? idk but they got magic), turned into a centaur for a solid day and a half, and finally, of course, gets turned into a cute little foal for some time.

but despite the punishments, Stan doesn't give up on finding a way out of the gift until he accepts it. which he does about two months before he gets full control over the gift.

the fae that has been punishing him sighs in relief. it's been exhausting coming up with new punishments.

[sleepsentry]

Silly little centaurs from last month [December 2021]

Inspired by centaurworld of course

[brightdrawings]

Late Arrival

I saw this post by @clownwry and thought "hey i could write a thing about this." And then I did. So i hope you enjoy it.

(Also on ao3!)

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“Grunkle Ford.” Mabel whined. She leaned over the side of her tank, dripping water onto the floorboards. “Where are Dipper and Stan? They said they’d be back with snacks for movie-noon hours ago.” Her Grunkle stopped grooming himself and looked at her, his barbed tongue hanging out of his mouth. He turned his gaze from her to the Mystery Shack brand clock that hanged over Mabel’s fish tank. It was true that his brother and nephew were overdue from their trip into town, however they were only thirty minutes late. The Sphinx-man shook his head.

“Well this simply won’t do now will it?” He scratched his cheek. “They owe us big time!” Mabel said. A vengeful grin spread across her adorable cheeks.

“And what would you be demanding of them?” Stanford said. He dug his paws into the carpet and stretched out his back. “A million donuts.” Mabel punched the air. “No, a trillion!”

“Now, now, Mabel, what have we discussed about proper bargaining with Stanley?” Stanford said. He sat on his hind legs.

“To make sure we get the best deal.” Mabel said.

“Correct.” Stanford nodded. “And if he gives us trouble?” “We bust out the cutest puppy dog eyes he’s ever seen.” Mabel smiled deviously. She tapped her fingers together, feeling like a villain from one of those spy movies that her brother watched all the time.

“Wonderful! How about we fly out and see if we can make them pick up the first cassette of that cartoon that Soos showed McGucket during the Oddpocalypse?” Stanford asked.

“Let’s do it!” Mabel cried. She jumped into the air, splashing her pink scaled mermaid tail as she did, making a mess of water on the floor.

“Stanley is very lucky that we got this floor varnished.” Stanford muttered.

The sphinx-man looked around the room for a moment before turning to his excited niece. “Mabel darling, where is your harness?”

“Right next to my tank, Grunkle Ford.” Mabel pointed to a long piece of dark fabric that hanged from a nail in the wall next to her.

“Ah right.” Stanford walked over and picked up the fabric in his mouth.

He lifted himself up so that he was holding the fabric into the tank. Mabel swam into the loop of the fabric, sitting in it like a swing in the park. Once she was securely positioned, she gave a firm tug on the harness. With his niece’s confirmation Stanford lifted her out of the tank and carried her out of the living room and out of the shack.

Soon the pair were soaring through the air, flying high above the trees of the woods of gravity falls. Stanford’s brightly coloured wings shone in the bright light of the afternoon sun. Normally Mabel would have loved to sit and watch them shimmer for hours, counting the colours that she could see; but right now she had an important mission to complete. Turning her gaze downward, she caught sight of the town of Gravity Falls far below both the two of them.

“I can’t see them from up here, can we go lower Grunkle Ford?” Mabel asked. “Mm” stanford said. He stopped himself from nodding and fly nearer to the town, bringing colourful ants that were the citizens into a more recognisable view.

She turned her gaze to the grocery store, the home of all snacks, but couldn't see any dissipating smoke from a dropped smoke bomb or see a commotion caused by a certain old gargoyle’s pick-pocketing hands. Humming to herself, Mabel turned to the library, the home of all nerds, she didn’t see a trace of a deer struggling to drag a book bag thrice his size from the building.

“Where could they be?” Mabel tapped her chin.

“Mm” Stanford tapped her shoulder before pointing to the video store.

“Of course.” Mabel tapped her head. “Those two are probably bonding over scary movies.”

The pair descended, landing next to a grey gargoyle and a deer-centaur that stood outside of the video rental store. They were lost in a heavy debate about costume quality versus special effects and the implications for the future of cinema.

“Grunkle Stan!” Mabel said, breaking the pair’s discussion short. “Where have you been? The sun’s going to be down soon and you’ll miss movie-noon.”

“Sorry Pumpkin.” Stan said. He scratched the back of his neck. “Me and Dipper were on our way home with snacks when he saw a good movie for once and decided to complain about quality cinema.”

“It looks like someone’s first time using puppets.” Dipper crossed his arms.

Stanford stood on his hind legs and took the fabric seat that Mabel sat in out of his mouth. Choosing to hold it in his hand. “Ugh we really need to wash that more often.” Stanford said. “Anyway. While I'm sure this is riveting, Mabel is correct. We really should be hurrying along.”

“Ugh fine. C’mon Dipper.” Stanley rolled his eyes. He bent over and picked Dipper up by his deer-stomach, letting him sit on Stanley’s large bicep. “And if I hear a peep outta you I’m letting you walk home.” “Scared I’ll beat you there old man?” Dipper said with a surprising amount of confidence.

“Oh you’re on, kid.” Stanley said sinisterly. He let Dipper down and stared him down. “Last one has to do the other’s chores for a week.”

The pair spat in their hands and shook. And before Mabel could blink, Stanley was up in the air and her brother had taken off down the street. Leaving her and Stanford in their dust.

“Bet you 10 jelly beans, Grunkle Stan gets there first.” Mabel said after a beat.

“30 says he gets distracted by something and Dipper wins.” Stanford said.

“You’re on!” Mabel grinned, shaking Stanford’s free six fingered-paw.

[ceslatoil]

Fiddleford in Fairyland, Part 2

The second half of my first @fiddleford-appreciation-month story is up! Read more under the cut!

           Fiddleford would later look back on his time in Faerie as one of the best research experiences of his career. For example, the library where the research team had set up their base was vast and plenty in books about the history and culture of Faerie, and Titania was more than happy to point out which books were more helpful than others.

           “Look at this,” said Fiddleford one morning when the Queen had stopped by to visit the team. He held up a large, leather-bound book that was embossed with ornate flowers on the cover. “I think I found something that might come in handy,” he continued, flipping through some of the pages as he spoke, “it’s some kind of journal written about a few hundred years ago, maybe it’ll show us something about the past we haven’t seen before—”

           “Oh, hell no!” Titania’s face was a mixture of amusement and horror as she laid eyes upon the book. “That’s my diary from when I was a dorky teenager,” the Queen explained, her face flushed as she tried to take the book from Fiddleford.

           “Oh? Well that’s even better,” Fiddleford chuckled, an impish grin painted across his face as he held the book out of her reach, “I cain’t recall if I’ve ever read a first hand account about the awkward teenage years of a Queen before!”

           “Give me that!”

           “Never!”

           Aside from some lighthearted teasing here and there, however, the Queen remained and invaluable ally to the research team’s mission. Though Titania was often busy in political briefings and in her office performing the difficult duties of running a country, she would make time to visit Fiddleford and the others, even going so far as to consent to giving brief interviews about her life and responsibilities as the Queen of the Fairies. It had been she who had suggested Fiddleford interview other citizens beside herself, and so, with either Corduroy or Ramirez in tow, Fiddleford traveled the countryside and began conducting interviews with the people of Faerie.

           What interesting people they were too—creatures that he had only ever seen in storybooks could be found in every crevice of this strange land. There were ogres who sang and danced in critically acclaimed musicals, leprechauns that baked cupcakes for a living, centaurs that bussed tables at bars run by dwarves; there was even a man who claimed to be the eighth-and-a-half president of the United States, who was now mayor of a small town just a few miles away from Eclipse Manor. Everyone seemed to have a story, and Fiddleford gladly collected his or her thoughts with the help of his team.

           At the end of every exciting day, Fiddleford and his team would return to Eclipse Manor, where they would eat a hearty, delicious dinner wit the Queen and her family, and would spend the rest of the evening playing games in the garden or watching movies in the Queen’s parlor.

           It was a fine, comfortable sort of life; Fidds couldn’t remember a time when he had felt more at ease since he and Stanford had founded the Institute thirty odd years ago. Fiddleford jokingly wrote to his husband one day that might just try to move him and the rest of the family to Faerie full time. He was in no hurry to rush back to the never ending bustle that came from running an Institute of the Odd when things were so relaxing in this magic kingdom.

           Things changed, as they inevitably do, when another Fiddleford McGucket had shown up at Eclipse Manor’s gates one sunny afternoon.

           Fiddleford woke up to find six tawny kittens crawling over his stomach. He could see Prince Daya standing by his armchair, giggling as he placed a seventh kitten on the old man’s belly.

           “Kitty invasion,” Daya squeaked as he bent down to pet the mama cat, a lovely Abyssinian who luxuriated at the attention.

           “Oh no,” said Fiddleford in mock-horror. Scooping up the kittens into his arms, he gave each of them a quick kiss on top of their little heads. “What am I going to do with all these kittens? How could this have happened?”

           “You sleepin’!”

           “Yes I was,” said Fiddleford, yawning as he gently placed the kittens on the ground next to their mama. “Musta dozed off while I was reading. Any idea where the rest of my team went, little guy?”

           Daya shrugged. Regardless, Fiddleford patted him on the head and gazed at the clock on the mantle. It read two in the afternoon—golden sunshine was pouring into the windows of the library. It was silly to spend the day cooped up inside, thought Fiddleford, he would take his research with him into the garden this afternoon. Daya toddled after him as he made his exit from the stuffy library into the main hall.

           Fiddleford was just passing by Titania’s office when suddenly, he heard several voices crying out at once. He looked up and found Ramirez, Corduroy, and all four of Titania’s fairy friends were barreling down the corridor towards him, each with looks of complete terror etched upon their faces. Before he could even begin to ask what the matter was, all six of them crashed into him, forcing him to fall against the heavy oak door into Titania’s office. Fiddleford landed with a thud on the soft carpet of Titania’s office, the back of his head throbbing as he tried to make sense of what just happened.

           “What are you doing,” hissed Titania, who was sitting at her desk with a stack of papers laid out before her. “Don’t barge in here like stampeding rhinos, what if I was seeing somebody important? Get out, I have work to do!”

           All at once, the intruders all began talking fast and loud, so much so that it was impossible to make out a word that was being said. Fiddleford lay there on the floor, saying nothing for lack of any explanation as to why he always seemed to end up in these sorts of predicaments.

           “Silence!”

           The group shut up. Titania rose to her feet and glared down at the intruders disdainfully. With a sigh, she pinched the bridge of her nose and said, “Peaseblossom, what is the meaning of this?”

           Peaseblossom cleared her throat and said, “Look out the window!”

           The Queen, annoyed and tired, turned to see what Peaseblossom was fussing about, and after peering out the great glass window of her office, let out a horrified gasp. Her hand shot to her mouth, muffling her screams.

           “What is it,” said Fiddleford, who was now scrambling out of the dog pile. His eyes widened in terror. Treading down the path towards the mansion were two old men, one who he instantly recognized as Stanford, wearing a tired old sweater and a contented smile as he held the hand of the other man, who was a complete stranger to Fiddleford. By the looks the Queen and her friends were giving him, however, he was able to make a guess who it might be.

           “That’s me?”

           “It is,” said Titania solemnly.

           “Oh, man, what are we gonna do?” cried Ramirez, who was clawing at his face in his anxiety, “If he finds Dr. McGucket we’re done for! I don’t wanna deal with the existential horror of vanishing forever!”

           “I do,” whispered Cobweb cheerfully.

           “What are they even doing here in the first place,” Titania asked, angrily turning to her servants for an explanation. “If I’m not mistaken, I sent you four out with a letter three weeks ago letting them know about an alternate Fiddleford staying here! Care to explain what exactly went wrong with that incredibly simple task?”

           “Um, well, about that…” said Peaseblossom, looking incredibly guilty.

           “It’s all her fault, not mine,” said Mustardseed, who nonetheless proudly clapped Peaseblossom on the back.

           “We ran into some… unpleasantness along the way,” Cobweb explained.

           “Peaseblossom got into a fight with all the gnomes and she broke their faces,” cried Moth excitedly, “because they stole the note and said you were mean for not marrying them!”

           “They ripped it up and called you—well, they called you something really inappropriate, and sexist, and I’m not going to let them say gross, chauvinist things about the queen,” said Peaseblossom, looking down at her feet in shame.

           “Aw, Sweet Pea,” said Titania, her expression thawing as she knelt down to give Peaseblossom a hug, “I appreciate that, I really do, but couldn’t you have just told McGucket the message in person?”

           “Well… I thought we did… sort of,” said Peaseblossom, looking even more embarrassed than ever.

           “We let Moth tell them,” said Cobweb bluntly.

           “What… what exactly did you tell them,” said Fiddleford, his heart drumming rapidly in his chest as his alternate self drew closer to the mansion. Eclipse Manor was a large place, but there was no way he could hide from his alternate self forever.

           “I thought I was pretty clear,” said Moth, shrugging. “I threw a big old rock through the window of his mansion and screamed ‘Don’t go near my house or you’ll die!’ Then I ran off before he could call the cops. Do you think I should have thrown a bigger rock?”

           “I honestly don’t know what we expected,” sighed Mustardseed.

           “Potatoes and Molasses, there ain’t no time to lose,” said Fiddleford, his knees bouncing together rapidly as he paced around the room. “We gotta get out of here before I meet myself—er, before me meets him—ah, before, oh, who gives a gosh dang right now, IF WE SEE OR TOUCH EACH OTHER, WE’RE ALL DONE FOR!”

           “Hey, hey, breathe,” said Titania, patting her friend on the back comfortingly, “no need for caps lock—we’ll stop the two of them from entering and calmly explain the situation.”

           “Or,” said Corduroy dryly, “We can just have your servants kidnap Dr. Pines and that’ll keep him distracted.”

           “Pardon?” said Titania, and both she and Fiddleford heard a screech out the window that sounded like an enraged feral cat. Mustardseed and Cobweb had snuck out of the office, unseen by the rest of the group during Fiddleford’s panic, and were now currently lobbing a very annoyed Stanford Pines back and forth in midair like an oversized volleyball above an infuriated McGucket. The old hillbilly spat, cursed and at one point began to angrily hambone at the two fairies, demanding they put his fiancé down at once, but to no avail.

           “Well… I suppose that’ll work,” said Fiddleford, who knew they had to keep moving if they wanted to make their escape. He turned to Ramirez and Corduroy, and businesslike, he said, “get the research team into the library at once—we have a lot of data to take with us and we’ll need to move quickly.”

           The security officers nodded, both bolting out of the room to catch the others once he had finished speaking. Fiddleford sighed; he wished he didn’t spend most of his last day in Faerie taking a nap. There still felt like so much he could do in this strange, marvelous land, it was a pity to say goodbye so soon.

           “Are you really going to leave already,” said Daya, who pouted at the old man in disappointment.

           “I hate to leave early, little guy, but it ain’t safe for me to be here anymore,” said Fiddleford, once again patting the boy on the head.

           “We’ll see each other again,” reassured Titania, who took Fiddleford by the hand as they headed towards the library. “We’ll just have to figure out a way to coordinate these little visits first.”

             There was a mad rush trying to get all of the research that the team had collected into transportable boxes and bags; eventually, Titania ended up enchanting a sturdy, burlap bag to hold everything in one place so the team could get moving at once. Once everything was secure and in its place, Titania waved her wand and teleported the group back to the entrance of the ruins, the portal that lead out of Faerie and back to their own home.

           “We were going to have a party for your going away,” said Titania, giving Fiddleford a firm hug as the team began to disappear one-by-one through the gateway, “But I suppose we’ll just save that for the next time you visit. Here. I wanted to give you this before you left.”

           She reached into her purse and pulled out a framed picture, the exact copy of the photo Titania kept in the library of Alternate Fiddleford’s family.

           “Tanya, you are a treasure,” said Fiddleford, pulling the Queen into yet another bear hug. As he pulled away, he smiled and pulled out an envelope from his sweater pocket.

“Now, before I go,” said Fiddleford, handing the envelop to the Queen, “Do you mind passing something along for me?”

           “Of course,” said Titania with that signature, warm smile of hers.

           “Make sure my alternate self gets it,” said Fiddleford, who felt a wave of melancholy crash over him as he turned to face the dark entrance back to his own world.

           “I shall. Have a safe journey home, Fidds. I’ll miss you.”

           “Likewise, your Majesty.”

           With that, Fiddleford stepped through the doorway and with great reluctance, left the world of Faerie behind.

             Titania arrived back at Eclipse Manor as soon as Fiddleford and his team had left, and, after getting her girls to release Ford and calming down a very angry McGucket, she explained all about the other Fiddleford’s visit, and apologized profusely for not telling them earlier.

           “This could have been a serious disaster,” said Ford gravely. He remembered hearing the horrific account of the imploded dimension during his own stay at the Institute. To think such a chilling fate could befall his own Fiddleford was too awful to even imagine. “I’m glad you stopped us when you did.”

           “What a bad time to invite ya to the engagement party next weekend,” said McGucket; he didn’t quite understand the weight of what had almost happened, but was relieved that everything had sorted itself out.

           “When he left,” said Titania, presenting the envelope to the couple with a wave of her wand, “He said he wanted you to have this.”

           Nervously, Fiddleford reached out and took the envelope, ripping it open to find a letter addressed to him:

           Dear, Well, Myself,

           This is all probably very confusing, but I come from a different timeline where I run an Institute with my Stanford. I’ve seen lots of things in my day since we managed to get that conflabbing portal under control; some of it wonderful, and some of it as terrifying as that first day we faced the Gremoblin when we were younger. What I want to tell you most though is this: you’re doing fine. You’ve got some darn wonderful people in your life, and they seem awful glad to have you in theirs.

Be sure to keep Stanford in line—mine’s pushing seventy and he’s still as reckless as ever. Whatever would they do without us?

Wishing You Well,

F.H. McGucket

He held the letter for a long time after he read it, and, after being asked by both the Queen and Ford if he was feeling alright, McGucket tucked the letter into his pocket, where he would keep it for the rest of his life.

             In another dimension, far away, Fiddleford McGucket settled back into his own bed. No matter how fabulous and interesting Faerie had been, thought Fiddleford as he drifted off to sleep, there was nothing quite like the comfort of your own bed after a long time away from home.

[ceslawrites]

WIP: Fiddleford in Fairyland, Part Two

Here’s a quick look at the second half of my story for the first week of @fiddleford-appreciation-month-- have a look below the cut!

           Fiddleford would later look back on his time in Faerie as one of the best research experiences of his career. For example, the library where the research team had set up their base was vast and plenty in books about the history and culture of Faerie, and Titania was more than happy to point out which books were more helpful than others.

           “Look at this,” said Fiddleford one morning when the Queen had stopped by to visit the team. He held up a large, leather-bound book that was embossed with ornate flowers on the cover. “I think I found something that might come in handy,” he continued, flipping through some of the pages as he spoke, “it’s some kind of journal written about a few hundred years ago, maybe it’ll show us something about the past we haven’t seen before—”

           “Oh, hell no!” Titania’s face was a mixture of amusement and horror as she laid eyes upon the book. “That’s my diary from when I was a dorky teenager,” the Queen explained, her face flushed as she tried to take the book from Fiddleford.

           “Oh? Well that’s even better,” Fiddleford chuckled, an impish grin painted across his face as he held the book out of her reach, “I cain’t recall if I’ve ever read a first hand account about the awkward teenage years of a Queen before!”

           “Give me that!”

           “Never!”

           Aside from some lighthearted teasing here and there, however, the Queen remained and invaluable ally to the research team’s mission. Though Titania was often busy in political briefings and in her office performing the difficult duties of running a country, she would make time to visit Fiddleford and the others, even going so far as to consent to giving brief interviews about her life and responsibilities as the Queen of the Fairies. It had been she who had suggested Fiddleford interview other citizens beside herself, and so, with either Corduroy or Ramirez in tow, Fiddleford traveled the countryside and began conducting interviews with the people of Faerie.

           What interesting people they were too—creatures that he had only ever seen in storybooks could be found in every crevice of this strange land. There were ogres who sang and danced in critically acclaimed musicals, leprechauns that baked cupcakes for a living, centaurs that bussed tables at bars run by dwarves; there was even a man who claimed to be the eighth-and-a-half president of the United States, who was now mayor of a small town just a few miles away from Eclipse Manor. Everyone seemed to have a story, and Fiddleford gladly collected his or her thoughts with the help of his team.

           At the end of every exciting day, Fiddleford and his team would return to Eclipse Manor, where they would eat a hearty, delicious dinner wit the Queen and her family, and would spend the rest of the evening playing games in the garden or watching movies in the Queen’s parlor.

           It was a fine, comfortable sort of life; Fidds couldn’t remember a time when he had felt more at ease since he and Stanford had founded the Institute thirty odd years ago. Fiddleford jokingly wrote to his husband one day that might just try to move him and the rest of the family to Faerie full time. He was in no hurry to rush back to the never ending bustle that came from running an Institute of the Odd when things were so relaxing in this magic kingdom.

           Things changed, as they inevitably do, when another Fiddleford McGucket had shown up at Eclipse Manor’s gates one sunny afternoon.

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elishevart replied to your post: “Can't go home for another hour at least for...”

I can see the punishment Stan has for trying to get rid of the gift it to be stuck longer as a horse

​lol XD what if at times when Stan tried to get rid of his curse, the fae or fae spirit had a little fun with him too. Like one time they turned him into a horse outside of the cycle. Another time, they gave him a centaur body etc

oh yeah for sure one of the punishments is making him take horse form during a time he wouldn't normally be forced into a horse form and being stuck in it for a while. he also, when he's first starting out, struggles to control which form he's in. between these two things, he definitely spends a lot of time as a horse. some of the friends of the McGuckets or regular visits to the ranch get to know "Hardtack" well.

ooooooh centaur Stan...

Stan absolutely DESPISES that like, couple hours. he prefers being a horse or a human. one or the other. not a weird middle ground.

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elishevart replied to your post: “elishevart replied to your post: “Can't go home...”

Hide in the stable and in a horses box until the centaur hours wears off

​jansdjklfnjkasdf I mean that's basically what he has to do. he's soooooooo pissed lmao. the McGuckets tease him endlessly for trying to get around the "gift"

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agent-jaselin replied to your post: *props elbows on table* okay now I wanna talk...

the mcguckets are centaurs. Or there is some old cursed treasure they find. or uh, they end up getting stranded in a town that, while it has living residents, is also secretly a real ghost town, fully haunted.

ooh, GRavity Falls is a town in the west but its like, cursed to be Brigadoon like, encased in a bubble for decades at a time

HOLY SHIT THE GUCKS AS CENTAURS

CENTAUR GUCKS????? YES?????  YESSSSS???????

that would be tough, but I want it to happen.  to fit with the AU properly, it shouldn’t be permanent.  but I don’t have any centaur Guck AUs and I NEED IT.

I dig dig dig the idea of Stan sort of snooping around whatever town the traveling show stops at, and he finds some cursed treasure, and takes it, and the entire traveling show gets cursed.  idk what sort of curse.  but they get cursed.

(ooh maybe the curse involves them turning into centaurs)

proposal: Gravity Falls is the legit haunted ghost town, and visitors there tend to get stuck there, living in the town with the ghosts, and being under the impression that the ghosts are actually alive, and this town is a normal town.  that’s where Ford went off to after college.  he’s been stuck there, living with the ghosts and thinking it’s actually a normal town.