#i promise i’m working on more fiddlestan

[joeywoodstar]

microorganism mspaint stanley

[nour386]

9 with old fiddlestan

You wanted old boys? I got you old boys!

9. Our first dinner party

Prompt List (not taking prompts right now)

There was a large crash and the smell of slightly burnt confetti filled the air. Giving a small sigh, Stanley leaned out of the kitchen to see what trouble his family was causing now. To his surprise,, it was his boyfriend who offered him an innocent smile from behind his trimmed beard.

“I thought I’d help the youngin’s with the decoratin’,” Fiddleford said, putting away the jumbo sized party popper.

“Fidds, ya gave me half a heart attack,” Stan complained. He gave a small pout.

“Sorry, darlin’. I think I might leave the decoratin’ to the professionals,” Fiddleford said, walking over to the kitchen. “Maybe I can help ya in the kitchen.”

“Yeah, some focus on the dinner part of a dinner party would be nice,” Stanley said, raising his voice to make sure the rest of his family in the living room could hear his unsubtle message.

Chuckling at the slight guilt that crossed the faces of Mabel, Dipper and Stanford in the other room Fiddleford walked into the kitchen.  “Yer being too harsh on ‘em,” he said.

“Yeah?” Stan asked, walking into the kitchen to check how his roast was going.

“Ya did ban ‘em all from interfeerin’ with yer cooking,” Fiddleford pointed out. He took a seat on the kitchen table and watched Stan get to work making some rice.

“For good reason,” Stanley replied, pouring some boiling water onto the rice. “They’re all cooking hazards.”

“What about Soos and his grandmother?” Fiddleford asked.

“She’s been cooking most of our meals while we’re stayin’ over here. I thought I’d let her have the night off,” Stan said. He put a lid on the rice and quickly moved over to the next pot that needed his attention.

"Ya want some help?" Fiddleford asked with an innocent smile.

"Are you gonna add roadkill to my stew?" Stanley asked.

"Not anymore," Fiddleford said. "I was thinkin' more you tell me what you need help with and I fix it up for ya."

"Yeah, no, that's fair," Stan said. He took a large spoon and scooped some of the stew he was cooking. "Taste this for me," he said, pointing the spoon in Fiddleford's direction.

Fiddleford got down from the table and took the offered bite of stew.  Using his tongue he swished it around his mouth, tasting the stock while chewing the vegetable and meat chunks. "It could do with some salt," he said,alking over to the old coffee jar that was filled with salt.

"That sweet?" Stan asked, licking the spoon himself.

"You also made the vegetable bits too big," Fiddleford said, pouring a couple of tea spoons from the jar into the pot. "They're still pretty firm."

"Ugh, nothing to do about that now," Stan groaned, giving the pot a quick stir

"It's not the end of the world." Fiddleford said.

"I know that much. We've been through the end of the world. Remember?" Stanley teased.

"Never mind all that," Fiddleford said, mimicking Mayor Tyler’s tone of voice.

“You’re terrible,” Stanley smirked. He tasted another bite of the stew. “Here, try this.”

Fiddleford took the offered bite and hummed as he ate. “That’s better,” he smiled. “Actually, maybe a pinch of moon shine could fix it up.”

“I know you love your moonshine, Fiddlesticks. But I’m not lettin’ the kids get drunk.” Stan said firmly.

“But I made it specially for ya,” Fiddleford whined.

“We could always have our own little dinner party after party,” Stanley said with a devious smirk.

“Stanley Pines you are a tease.” Fiddleford pouted.

“But you love me anyway.” Stan smirked, leaning forward and gently kissing his boyfriend’s forehead.

A crash sounded form the other room, followed quickly by an optimistic “I’m okay!”

“I think we might need someone to watch over the others,” Fiddleford said, looking towards the door.

“Nah, they’ve got Ford with them. They’ll be fine,” Stanley said, lowering the stove’s flame from a strong boil to a light simmer.

“That’s a good point,” Fiddleford said.

“And if worst comes to worst they’ve got Melody there,” Stan said looking to the rice.

“Fairpoint,” Fiddleford said, walking over to Stan.

He gingerly wrapped his hands around his boyfriend's waist while he worked on the food. Gently he kissed the back of Stan’s neck, who hummed happily as he turned off the flame under the rice. Stan turned around and picked up Fiddleford in his arms.

“Looking forward to the dinner party?” Stan asked.

“I’ve had enough of the party for now. I’m looking forward to the dinner part,” Fiddleford said, planting a kiss on Stan’s cheek.

“We’ll get there soon,” Stan promised, leaning forward to kiss Fiddleford’s lips. “We’ll get there soon.”

[siodymph]

Fiddlefest! Friendship/Family

And here is my last prompt for Fiddleford's month! I just want to say real quick all the stories and art I've seen for this event have been so cool and amazing! Go check it all out on the official blog it you haven't already!

And one last reminder all day today and tomorrow I'm accepting any Fiddleford requests if you have them (I'm also happy to write any fiddauthor or fiddlestan if you like those ships!) After the 7th though I'm moving on!

Thank you so much fr reading all my stories for Marchgucket and I hope you enjoy this last addition! (you can read it under the cut or over on my ao3)

Time seemed to be a fickle thing for Fiddleford McGucket. Years he spent without a memory sometimes only felt like it lasted a few months and now in his first year of remembering it felt like things went so painfully slowly. It might have been due to his recollection perhaps now that he had a stronger grip on time he was more conscious of it.

Or maybe it was because of how much he missed the Pines family. Just before leaving he and Stanford had admitted their feelings for one another still existed and now they were having a long-distance relationship over phones and screen monitors. Stanford and his brother, niece and nephew all promised to be back next summer and Fiddleford found he kept counting down the days no matter how much he tried not to. Today marked the final month before Stanford and Stanley would be back, and a month and a half until the kids came back. It was so close yet so far off.

He thought himself lucky at least, that he had so many people in his life now. To not only miss and know they would be back soon, but also living here with him and visiting all the time.

Every Sunday evening since last summer he’d always been invited down to the mystery shack for dinner and anime with Soos and his girlfriend, Melody. They made a sweet couple and ran the old mystery shack together as a team. And while Fiddleford didn’t often visit the Shack during their working day there was an energy, a welcoming vibe that grew there now that hadn’t really existed before under Stan’s ownership. As for their anime get-togethers, they had started a little pattern after a few happy accidents that had become a tradition now. Melody and Soos would make one half of their dinner and Fidds would bring the second half. If they made sandwiches, Fiddleford would whip up soup to dip’em in. They made meatballs, he’d bring over the spaghetti and sauce. One time they’d cook some pork chops and Fiddleford had brewed up an apple sauce to spread on it. That had been a good one. They’re weekly meet ups were always something he could look forwards to and enjoy. They reminded him a lot of the old family dinners he would have as a kid, potlucks where everyone cooked together and ate together.

Mabel’s two friends, Candy Chiu and Grenda Grendinator, also became frequent visitors. Both of them loved to admire his work with giant fighting robots, Candy had even told him she wished to become an engineer too when she grew up. Fiddleford had been all too happy to start teaching her everything he’d learned over the years. And Candy proved to be a wonderful student, a protégé actually. Her photographic memory was amazing to see in person, rewireing panels on her robot purely from memory of how Fiddleford had showed her over a week prior. And she had Grenda both had such wonderful, vivid imaginations it was never dull having a conversation with the two. There wasn’t a single doubt in Fiddleford’s mind that the two girls wouldn’t shake up the world when they got a little older, they had such amazing ideas and he couldn’t wait to see how they made their ideas possible realities in the future.

And then there was Tate. His dear lil’ Tate. He gotten some forgiveness from his son at last. They had a long talk face to face. It had been awkward, uncomfortable and made Fiddleford relive some shame he’d made himself forget for years. But it was an important step in them rebuilding their relationship, no matter how painful it might be. Talking came much easier for both of them the more they tried. And now he lived here in his new home, something which Fiddleford never could have dreamed of before and was grateful for. To truly have this second chance with his son. Tate had grown into a man that reminded him a lot of his own father and uncles growing up. Blunt but honest ad content with their crafts and tasks in life. Them with their farming and hunting, and now his son with his fishing. He loved going out to the lake and watching his son work, listening to him talk about fishing. It was no lie Tate loved what he did.

Tate would always be his son. But he’d found in a way he’d gained another child, almost like a granddaughter to him, as the year crawled by. He’d met her in the shack along with the other girls, held her hand during the Oddpocolypse. But afterwards, after that had bought the Manor from her father he hadn’t seen hat or hair of Pacifica Northwest. That was until one day while he was gardening on the front lawn he saw her milling about the front gate, attempting to spy on him. He invited her in for some tea which Pacifica had begrudgingly accepted. At first she claimed she was only “checking up to make sure he hadn’t burnt the mansion down to the ground yet.” Much to his surprise Pacifica came back for more teas after that, she’d even offered to help him in his garden. He only became worried when like clockwork as soon as the middle school was out she would be at his house and would put off leaving until the sun was in the brink of setting. He’d asked her once if her family was wondering where she was but she’d avoided the question, though she did admit she hated being home alone with either of her parents and she didn’t have any friends in town.

After that Fiddleford kept his home opened to her, though he did try to gently nudge her into at least joining a club at her school. That ended up not working so steadily he’d tried to introduce her to Candy and Grenda when one day all three of them ended up at his house one weekend. At first he’d feared he’d over stepped his bounds when she saw Pacifica grow defensive against the other two girls, walling herself off and putting up the snotty persona she seemed to put on and take off like a mask. But then the three found out the things they had in common rather then all the things that made them different and slowly but surely Pacifica pulled off her mask again and the three became an unlikely trio to visit his house and hang out around town.

One day they were all talking about boy bands and Fiddleford showed them the boyband he first fell in love with decades ago, the Beatles. At first the girls hadn’t believed him, Beatles were a cool hipster thing, not something for geek girls to freak out about according to them. So Fiddleford showed them he few relics from his Beatle-mania days and they’d found it absolutely hilarious. Grenda had joked that in a few years maybe Sev’ral Timez would be a musical revolution too. That had been a fun day, the four of them had tried tracking down the Sev’ral Timez boyband in the woods, they’d even recruited Wendy’s help in tracking them down.

They didn’t find the boyband that day, but instead they found two children who looked identical to Dipper Pines, only their caps had numbers on them instead of blue trees. They told him that they were photocopy clones of Dipper from last summer and the two boys had made a water proof shelter for themselves out in the wilderness. They joined in the hunt for the boyband and later Fiddleford had offered his home to the boys. He knew they were only brief flashes of Dipper’s consciousness, but it appeared that the two had developed their own awareness, something he couldn’t ever remember from his and Ford’s old experiments. They both even developed distinct personalities that had altered not only from each other but also their original Dipper. He felt this urge to protect and care for the boys after that and the two became like adopted kids to him much like Pacifica had become.

The open halls had become much less empty and yawning now than when he’d first moved in with just a knapsack and his raccoon wife to his name. And now on the first Sunday in May he was holding a special Sunday anime dinner, this time in his own manor. In the theater room he recently renovated he was surrounded by friends and family he’d invited over. Excited happy voices all surrounded him and a warm plate of home-cooked food sat on his lap. He closed his eyes, feeling everything all around him.

He couldn’t wait for his boyfriend and his family to come back next month and get to feel this too.

[danvssomethingorother]

Valentine's ship ask for ofc Gravity Falls

I don’t completly understand what you mean but I think you mean all of the meme questions for only GF?

Your favourite non-canon ship?

Fiddauthor

Is there a ship you didn’t like at first but ultimately started shipping?

Fiddauthor again, yeah I was more into fiddlestan when I started this fandom but then fiddauthor won me over because of the promise of angst from Ciphford abuse.

What is the rarest rare pair (that you ship)?

Riddleford (Fidds and Rick). I ship Fidds with everyone who I think will love and take care of him and is the same age as him though.

Name a popular ship you don’t get the appeal of.

Bill and anyone. The incest ships. Don’t care for any of those ships. I’m also not a fan of Mabel and Pacifica. Ship what you want but I don’t really care for those ships and they are popular.

What is your most fluffy + happy ship?

Mabel and Candy, no angst here.

What is your most angsty ship?

Fiddauthor. I did mention how ciphford abuse was what got me here, right?

A non-canon ship that should be canon?

Fiddauthor. They have good chemistry ok!!!

Your oldest ship; the one you’ve shipped for the longest time?

Fiddlestan

What ship represents the kind of relationship you’d love to have?

Mabel and Candy. Cute nerd girls who just love each other.

Is there a ship that makes your skin crawl?

I answered this one pretty thoroughly before. Anything that is lazy writing, rivals to lovers, incest being played cute and loving, my OTP being written terribly to only focus on one character, etc.

What is a character you can only imagine in one particular ship?

Ford. I only like him with Fidds.

What is your favourite canon ship?

Starla, Blubsland and Tyler and Dan

Name a ship that deserved more content.

Fiddauthor, mabel x candy, fiddlestan, starla, blubsland, any ship that doesn’t involve Bill or twin brothers being together in a non platonic way.

Is there a ship you feel gets undeserved hate in fandom?

Fiddlestan. Why the hate? Why so much hate towards this very harmless ship?

What is the first ship you had?

Fiddlestan in this fandom

Is there a ship that made you realise something about yourself?

Not anything I didn’t already know lol

Is there a type of ship you always go for?

Friends to lovers

Is there a ship the writers have ruined for you?

No

Is there a ship the fandom has ruined for you?

They are ruining fiddauthor for me by constantly chucking Fidds under the bus and ignoring his canon mental illnesses and traumas to only focus on Ford and make Fidds his care giver.

Have you ever created fan created content for a ship?

Yup. found here.

Favourite thing you’ve ever created for a ship?

Um, I’m pretty proud of all my work.

Is there a ship you’ll never admit you have?

I can’t say it out loud if I wanted to keep it a secret ;)

Have you ever started shipping a ship because of the fans?

Fiddauthor and Fiddlestan.

What is one scene you want to see happen for all your ships?

Them going through lots of angst and living happily ever after. That’s the perfect thing for a story to have

I there a ship you wish you didn’t know existed?  

I once saw porn of triangle Bill and I sure wish I didn’t know that existed.

Name a ship that ended like you wanted it to.

Blubsland, its canon and pure

Name a ship that deserved better in the end.

Starla, its actually canon and yet gets ignored or hate

Is there a character you have several ships for?

Fiddleford, I ship him with all the old people who will take care of him and give him lots of love

What is the ship you ignore 98% of canon for?

Fiddlestan. It exists in the mystery trio AU only really.

Is there a ship you like but you dislike the fandom?

Fiddauthor, there are very few of its fans who don’t cause discourse and they are my friends and I love them.

And that’s my OTP….

[joeywoodstar]

i promise i’m working on more fiddlestan stuff take a wip