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me, as a fan: Oh yeah, the Golden Guard’s uniform is really cool haha, I have a soft spot for masks and knights lol.
me, as a future fashion designer: HOW DOES IT WORK ?? Why is his undershirt yellow but then grey? What about the clasp of his cloak? Is that actually armor or not? WHAT DO YOU MEAN IT’S TWO SHIRTS??? THAT’S A BLOODY KNIGHT!!!
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Alright then ^_^ my Main OCs can be found here and my Side OCs can be found here!
Oooh, I love so many of these babies already!! Could I pretty please be added to the taglists for all of your OCs for The Flash, the MCU, NCIS, Star Wars, and Star Trek? Thank you so much!! <3 <3
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Well, you are my daughter so I'm not surprised.-Saxton
Awwww thanks that means a lot really <3-Goldie
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So I have basically 100% Age of Calamity bc I like the Dynasty Warriors fighting style and it's so funny to me how you don't even bother namedropping Astor bc ngl imo, he really is that forgettable LMAO. He's a guy that exists alright and I actually had to doublecheck I got his name right when I typed this ask hgjfkdg.
I DIDNT EVEN REMEMBER HIS NAME HONESTLY . its so funny i was like Yeah that mage guy...yeah
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got myself a lil break and decided to made some sketshes while watching Spellementary School episodes
/i still have ANW playing on background tho-/
I n e e d to know where Sammy and Goldie are now. I wanna see the school reunion
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The Pines family sat at the table, quietly eating their breakfast, when Mabel slammed her hands on the table and shouted “KERMIT THE FROG”.
Dipper leapt forward to right his orange juice glass, gathering nearby napkins to sop up the puddle. “What?”
“Kermit the frog! He plays the banjo!”
“Yyyyes?”
Ford raised his hand. “Who’s Kermit the Frog?”
Stan snapped his head up from his plate. “Who’s Kermit the Frog? The Muppets, Pointdexter, you were around for The Muppet Show. They had a movie and everything.”
Ford frowned. “Muppets.”
“Yeah, they’re a riot! There’s this Bear whose got some great puns and this pig who really know how to throw a punch. You’d love it, they’ve even got a scientist!”
Ford raised an eyebrow. “I didn’t realize you were such a fan of children’s television.”
“Children?!”
Dipper stirred his cereal. “I’m just impressed you remember all that. Yesterday you forgot you were married.”
“That’s because The Muppets are forever!” Mabel exclaimed.
“Wait, Stanley you were married?”
“Yep. Actually, unless I’m forgetting a divorce, I might still be married.”
“You didn’t,” Mabel chirped. “I’d have it on my Romance Chart if you did. You’ve missed a lot of anniversaries.”
“So has he!” Stan argued. “I’m not the only bad husband here!”
Ford spluttered. “Husband?”
Dipper frowned. “I think we’re getting a little too far away from why Mabel screamed Kermit the Frog and knocked my orange juice over.”
Mabel nodded. “Right, so, I was thinking of Mr. McGucket -
“Stanley you have a husband?“
“I was thinking of Mr. McGucket,” Mabel interrupted. “And how he could maybe help around the Shack. And he plays banjo! He could play banjo and people could put money in his lil banjo case like a real musician.”
At the mention of money, Stan leaned forward.
“But like, no one knows banjo music,” Mabel continued. “So I was like, maybe pop hits banjo? But then BOOM! Kermit the Frog! People love that frog. He could play the rainbow song. He’d be a hit!”
“Interesting,” Stan muttered. “Preying on people’s nostalgia to milk them for cash. I love it!”
Ford hummed. “Actually, that’s not a bad idea, Mabel. Activities like playing musical instruments have been proven to help patients with Alzheimers and dementia. Not that Fiddleford’s condition has the same root cause, but it may prove beneficial to memory recovery.”
“Eugh, don’t ruin this for me.”
“If playing an instrument helps with memory loss, maybe Grunkle Stan should learn an instrument,” Dipper suggested.
“Ooo!” Mabel squealed. “What about guitar? Or the piano? OH!” She clutched Stan’s arm with a fervor. “The triangle!”
Ford grimaced. “Maybe not that one.”
“Sorry, kid. I’m not exactly a music guy,” Stan shrugged out of Mabel’s grasp. “Let’s leave that to the professionals.”
Mabel frowned, but let the topic go.
Ford stood from the table. “Well, I happen to be visiting Fiddleford this afternoon. I can broach the topic and see what he thinks.”
Fiddleford, as it turns out, loved the idea. To the surprise of everyone, Fiddleford admitted that he had always wanted to play in a jugband when he was younger, but could never get over his stage fright enough to audition for the local band. Then he went off to college and then…everything else.
“Maybe I zapped away that scared bit enough to play!” he had cackled, knocking at the side of his head with his knuckles.
It was settled. “Fiddlin’ Fridays at the Mystery Shack with Fiddleford McGucket”. Dipper tried to point out the title didn’t make sense since it was a banjo, not a fiddle. Stan argued that “customers are suckers for alliteration”. The set up was just Fiddleford dragging an old rocking chair onto the porch and opening up his banjo case. Mabel had made a large glittery banner, but it was quickly absconded by Fiddleford’s raccoon.
“Tell your wife to give me back my banner!” Mabel had yelled, chasing the raccoon into the bushes.
“Ex-wife,” Fiddleford sighed sadly. “Apparently I was too emotionally available.”
Ford pulled at his hair. “Did everyone get married without telling me?”
“Excuse me?” A voice piped up. Fiddleford and Ford turned to see a little boy standing at the bottom of the porch. He was dressed in hiking clothes that were obviously new. In the distance, a young woman was unstrapping a baby from its seat in an SUV. Obviously city folk coming to the “wilderness” for the first time.
“Are you a real hillbilly?” The boy asked. Suddenly the door slammed open, Mr. Mystery striding through, eyepatch in place.
“Sure is!” Stan grinned. “Our very own genuine hillbilly just waiting to play you a tune! All you gotta do is put some of your mom’s money in his case there.”
The little boy’s eyes widened, turning around to race towards his mother.
“Stanley,” Ford admonished. “Fiddleford isn’t some show monkey to throw money at.”
“During work hours he is.” Stan turned to Fiddleford. “So, did Mabel teach you that song she was so excited about?”
Fiddleford sat frozen, watching the little boy yank at his mothers pants to try and get her attention, the baby beginning to fuss.
“Well…” Fiddleford cleared his throat. “Some good news and bad news fellas.”
Ford furrowed his brows. “What is it?”
“Good news is, my mind ain’t all broken.” Fiddleford hugged his banjo and turned to look up at Ford. “Bad news is I knows it ‘cause I still got stage fright.”
Stan scoffed. “Stage fright? C’mon it’s one kid and a couple o’ city slickers who would probably think you playing three wrong notes and spitting is ‘authentic’.”
“Stanley, be supportive.”
“I am! Look I’ve been at this job forever. All you gotta do is smile and if something goes wrong, you blame a ghost or something. They eat that up.”
Fiddleford shook his head. “But this is music. If’n I mess up music, ‘specially somethin’ they know. Music is real special to people, I can’t spoil it.”
Ford knelt down next to Fiddleford’s chair. “You don’t have to play that song Fiddleford. You don’t have to play at all.”
Fiddleford looked anxiously between Ford and the family. It seemed the little boy had finally gotten his mother’s attention and was excitedly pointing toward the porch.
“I…” Fiddleford shook his head. “I can’t let the little ‘uns down. ‘Specially not those ones.” As he said this, he gestured with his chin towards the other end of the porch where Dipper and Mabel sat bickering in lawn chairs. Mabel had returned from her raccoon chase covered in twigs and holding a surprisingly docile raccoon. Dipper was leaning away from the pair while trying to convince Mabel to stop feeding it gummy worms before it developed a taste for human food and tried breaking into the Shack.
Ford's gaze drifted to the twins. "Alright," he relented. "But you still don't have to play Mabel's song."
Fiddleford bowed his head.
"Yet!" Ford offered. "Not yet. She'll understand I'm sure."
Fiddleford frowned, looking unconvinced.
"Of course not yet!" Stan interjected. "You can't go playing the grand finale right out of the gate! You gotta warm 'em up first, keep 'em wanting more." Stan slapped his hand on Fiddleford's back. "If you give 'em what they want right away, they won't come back! Hold that one off until tomorrow or...uh...next week. Tease it or something."
Stan had started rubbing the back of his neck with his other hand as he spoke, a tell Ford was quick to recognize. It was the same one he did when he would "begrudgingly" let Mabel choose the movie for movie night or let Dipper rope him into another game of Dungeons, Dungeons, and More Dungeons. Covering the most vulnerable part of his body while he let his emotions go soft.
Fiddleford seemed to perk up at Stan's words.
"Well," Fiddleford offered. "I do know some proper jugband music. Only, it don't have the same ring to it without a jug."
"We've got a jug!" Mabel cheered from the other side of the porch. It seemed the raccoon argument had reached enough of a truce that the twins were once again paying attention to the concert. "I used to keep pond water in it, it's in the kitchen!" She hopped off of her chair, lugging the racoon along with her like it was a rather expensive lap cat.
Dipper followed her. "Why did you have a jug of pond water?"
"Because, dummy, if I met a frog prince he would need something in the shack to remind him of home."
"Aren't you supposed to turn him into a person though?"
Whatever Mabel's retort was to be was cut off by the door swinging shut.
"There ya go," Stan grumbled. "You're getting your jug. Just in time too." He gestured toward the SUV. The mother was walking toward the Shack, one hand holding the baby, the other gripping tightly to the little boy's hand. The little boy gripped a few dollars in his fist, eyes alight with excitement.
Fiddleford looked frantic. "I can't sing and play the jug at the same time!" He gripped at his hat, pulling it down over his ears.
Ford sighed. "Then don't play the jug."
"It won't be the same!" Fiddleford shook his head. "A jugband without a jug that's...that's like a body with no heartbeat!"
The door swung open and Mabel emerged with an old ceramic jug.
"Here it is!" she exclaimed. "And it only sort of smells like pond scum."
"I don't think that will be necessary," Ford smiled gently. "It seems Fiddleford can't play both simultaneously."
Mabel frowned. "But it's a jugband. It's in the name!"
"How about we wait another day," Ford offered, patting Fiddleford awkwardly on the back. "Maybe someone in town will join you."
"Oh for Pete's sake, give it to me." Stan snatched the jug out Mabel's hand, sniffing at the top and giving a grimace.
Fiddleford stopped pulling at his hat, peeking out from under the brim. "You'll play?"
Stan grunted. "I'm not missing out on good money just because you have a case of the heebie jeebies. Besides, how hard can it be? It's like blowing on the top of a beer...er...I mean soda bottle."
Dipper crossed his arms. "Grunkle Stan, we know what beer is."
"Not from me you don't."
Mabel squealed. "It's happening! Grunkle Stan is learning an instrument!"
"It's not an instrument, Pumpkin. It's dishware."
"It's a scrapbookortunity!"
Mabel dashed into the house once more, leaving Dipper to grin at their Grunkle Stan.
The family was only a few yards away now. Fiddleford looked between Stan, Ford, and Dipper, and straightened up in his seat.
"Alright. Alright!" He clapped his hands together. "Stanley, you get down here with me, otherwise your feet are gonna get mighty sore from standing." He yanked at Stanley's hand until he sat beside the rocking chair with a grumble.
"Now when I tap my foot," Fiddleford instructed. "You blow on the jug. One short note at a time." Fiddleford tapped his foot in demonstration. "You got that?"
Stanley rolled his eyes. "Gee, I don't know. Seems pretty complicated for the guy without a PhD."
Mabel burst through the door, camera clutched in her hands. "Got it!"
"Excuse me?"
The little boy stood on the porch, approaching the banjo case with far more trepidation than before. Eyes darting between the assembly, he dropped a few dollars in the case.
"Is this enough to play a song?"
Fiddleford didn't bother looking at the money. He turned his gaze to Stanley, who shrugged and raised the jug to his lips.
Fiddleford grinned. "You know ‘Boodle Am Shake’?"
The little boy shook his head.
"Well you're about to!" And with that he was off.
By Fiddleford's standards, it wasn't a horribly complicated tune. Ford had heard him pluck out more complex riffs while waiting for the coffee pot in their dorm room to brew. But Fiddleford was smiling. His shoulders had dropped from around his ears, and he was nodding at the little boy to tap his feet along with him. Ford hid his smile behind his hands as he watched Stanley, eyes focused on Fiddleford's bare foot with as much attention as one would give to diffusing a bomb. Next to him, Mabel was snapping pictures of the pair. Dipper stood on his other side, wearing the small smile he tended to get when feeling introspective. Ford laid his hand on Dipper's shoulder, and Dipper leaned into the touch.
The mother was smiling at her little boy, her baby having finally stopped fussing. Maybe it wasn't the grand attraction Mabel had planned, but Ford thought it was worth far more than those few dollars anyway. Nothing could be worth more than his family standing around him, his closest friend singing again.
I know this song, it don't mean a doggone thing. Just do that good old Charleston swing. When you sing...
#WHOOPS#this was supposed to be a silly hc post#like lol after weirdmageddon mabel gets fiddleford to learn her favorite songs on banjo#instead this happened#also he absolutely does learn rainbow connection eventually#he makes sure to end every performance with it just for mabel#he also learned disco girl to mess with ford#but then he found out how much of a fan dipper was and couldn't help but add it to the set#also Stanley’s husband is ol goldie btw#anyway how do i tag this#gravity falls#gravity falls ficlet#stanley pines#stanford pines#fiddleford mcgucket#dipper pines#mabel pines#grunkle stan#grunkle ford#fiddleford hadron mcgucket#fic#gravity falls fic#schedule the following#I JUST realized I posted this on#fiddleford friday#that wasn’t even intentional it’s just when I got it done aka hahaha
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I would have voted for mcgucket 2016….
Ford would insist on Fiddleford taking breaks all the time(they go on walks because they are old men. Also because the secret service literally had to beg them to not make another robot and take it for a joyride)
(Reference to this tweet)
#ALEX SAID 45TH PRESIDENT MCGUCKET AND BY GOD I AM GOING TO ROLL WITH IT#and yes this takes place in the same universe as the no fidd fiddauther engagement comic#stan and ford managed to get ford divorced from goldie which is good or else stan wouldve run for the hills. NONSPECIFIC EXCUSE#herein lies tag barf. beware#my art#gravity falls#gravity falls fanart#fiddauthor#fordsquared#fordford#ford pines#grunkle ford#gravity falls ford#fiddleford mcgucket#fiddleford hadron mcgucket#gravity falls fiddleford#fiddleford x stanford#ford x fiddleford#old man mcgucket
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I LOVE YOUR DRAWING BEAM BLAST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Art fight #13
Glittercheeks Goldflower who belongs to @nachtkern | AF account
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Okay so we got these two. I am one step closer to imagining what the yellow one looks like.
Goldie (might) be a Pixie or a Gnome. Or maybe half-fairy. Don’t know how else to explain the crown otherwise.
Or she could be a different third thing. New wish writers please bring her back just so I could have an explanation on what she is. I need to know. Whatever Adult Goldie’s dynamic with Peri and Irep would be? That’s second, I’d just like to know what she is first.
#fairly oddparents#fopanw#fop#fop a new wish#a new wish#periwinkle fop#peri#irep#fop irep#goldie goldenglow#🟣☀️🟦#tag for the hypothetical trio of them#ill most likely never use it but its the thought that counts right#oh look heres mellonie yapping about goldie again#last time ill talk about her i swear#the fairly oddparents
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Got my mind thinking about the glittering lady, so random Goldie sketches!
and them of course
#my art#glittering goldie#goldie o'gilt#scrooge mcduck#uncle scrooge#ducktales#uh I don't know how to post and tag things anymore#but hey! back to drawing#and it's:#scroldie#topolino comics#disney comics
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Time traveler: *moves a chair*
The timeline:
Some fake screencaps featuring Glomgold from a concept art by Tim Moen :D I’m not really used to doing these types of drawings but after seeing that design for Flinty it left me wondering how it would look if it made it to the show, so that’s what I did! It would definitely have been a pain to animate but it was still fun to do lol
There’s also a few changes, like for example Flinty’s armchair in the 1st pic, because I don’t think it would fit this version of him to have that type of seat…But I wasn’t feeling like designing a new one so I just traced off Scrooge’s and used the colors of the original xD For the 2nd I just changed the expressions, since this Glomgold would be a more ‘serious’ villain (? , so his interactions with Scrooge and Goldie would a bit different. The 3rd remains mostly unchanged, since I did like a lot Flinty’s dynamic with Owlson and I think she would be pissed off with him regardless of which version XD
#my art#ducktales#ducktales 2017#screenshot edit#flintheart glomgold#concept glomgold#I guess I’ll tag the other characters too xD#goldie o'gilt#scrooge mcduck#zan owlson#duckblr#disney duckverse#duckverse
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Funny how I gave Hunter Wittebane his own tag and then never spoke about him again.
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💌send this to the twelve nicest people you know or who seem to have a good heart and if you get five back you must be pretty awesome.💌
Thank you so much again, Goldie, this is so sweet!! Right back at you!! <3
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Eh, we'll live. We better be better by tomorrow though-Doll
If you don't i am fighting someone-Goldie
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re. the vid of kohga talking before his fight: do u think he practices his speeches to the enemy to his clan members as well as sooga and they give him little tips to make it even better hgfjf
GOD PROBABLY. personally i think sooga and kohga have abt the same braincell count even tho sooga acts more like he'd be smarter. but i think hes the one who suggested throwing in "kill you to death" or w/e and kohga is like. isnt that a little redundant. and sooga voice. is it not accurate do people not die when they are killed. and kohga just kinda goes with it like you know what ok sure that sounds right
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To distract from the unbearable heat over here, have some summer rock soda festa content!! The crew take concerts very seriously. Trust they've got a camp set up ages before the concert even starts!
Additionally, more summer-themed doodles.
Bigeye and Red Reaper are owned by my buddy @limboraptor !! ^^
#throws this at you#pupsy has a paw pupsicle for obvious reasons.#the crew's got their own favorites#cowbell loves parfait's songs#goldie is a black lemonade fan#shacka rocka is adored by the boxers#eel's there for all of them#BUT hes shamelessly biased towards rockstar#hot season prompt will continue#anyway enough rambling in tags#cookie run#cookie run kingdom#crk#cookie run oc#crk oc#fan cookie#cookie run ovenbreak#my art#banana eel cookie#bastard eel cookie#the banana crew#captain red reaper#pepperpeel#captain bigeye cookie#ventresca cookie#giant otter cookie#otter pup cookie#otto#pupsy#goldenback shrimp cookie
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