#let go of that evil thing Stanley...

[darlingdaisyfarm]

⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆ HALLOWEEN EDITION | Stan & Ford x reader ⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺

sorry if this is too late :,((

kind of inspired by two incredible artworks i reblogged earlier this week

tags: nsfw (it’s literally pure filth), fem!reader, oral (f and m receiving), p in v, praise & degradation, rough sex, overstimulating, dirty talk, biting, blood kink, sex toys, Ford is mean

࣪ ִֶָ🩸་༘࿐ vampire!Stanley

Stan’s in that damn costume, the deep red of his cape casting a dark shadow over his broad frame, fangs sharp and glistening. you shouldn’t find it as hot as you do. . .

Stan’s got you exactly where he wants you, pinned down beneath him, wrists locked tight in his grip, his body hot and heavy, pressing you into the mattress, holding you there like he never intends to let go. “oh, sweetie,” he murmurs, that evil smirk curling up on his lips. “you’ve got no idea the kinda trouble you’re in now, do ya? look at you. . . all spread out, soaked for me, you’re just beggin’ for it, aren’t ya?”

his mouth trails to your neck and it’s not soft. no, his fangs sink in, claiming you as his, groaning low as he laps up the drop of blood that blooms under his bite, like tasting you is all he needs. he lets his tongue trace the drop of blood that wells up, groaning as he laps it up like it’s the finest thing he’s ever tasted. Stanley is obsessed, absolutely wrecked over you, and he doesn’t even try to hide it. “fuckin’ hell,” he mutters, his thumb dragging the crimson over his lips, smearing it, his eyes are dark, half-lidded and god, he’s so hard against you, his thick length grinding up against your cunt through his pants and he feels the way you’re already soaked for him, feel it seeping through the thin fabric of your panties.

“just like that, honey,” he growls, slipping his rough, calloused hand down, pressing his fingers against your aching clit through the cloth, rubbing slow lazy circles that make you whimper, arching up into him. “needy messy thing, huh?” he lets out a dark chuckle, watching you fall apart under his touch, his finger slipping down to push against your entrance, just barely pressing in to tease, before pulling away. “you want this cock so bad, don’t ya, baby? look at you, drippin’ all over my hand.”

Stan can’t help himself; totally crazy about the way you’re gasping, moaning, whining, practically riding his hand as he slides one thick finger inside, then another, stretching you open, working you slow, feeling how you pulse and clench around him, desperate. he’s watching, that dark gleam in his eye as he yanks your panties in one quick, brutal motion, tearing them away, they’re useless anyway, leaving you bare, spread open, trembling under him, your needy cunt exposed to his hungry eyes. “that’s it, sugar.”

Stan’s fingers pump into your wetness, reaching deep, curling up to press against that sweet spot inside that makes you moan his name and beg for more, makes your thighs shake and he’s just eating it up, every little sound, every twitch, every shudder, enjoying how helpless you are. “you’re squeezin’ me so damn tight, doll, like this pretty little pussy’s just beggin’ to be filled. you want it, don’t ya? you want this cock filling you up ‘til you’re creamin’ all over me?” Stan just watches how your pussy takes his fingers, admiring how hot it looks, nearly salivating, oh how starved this man is.

“goddamn, what a beautiful fuckin’ sight.”he mutters, voice low, fingers tracing through your slick, swollen folds, spreading.

his thumb brushes over your clit, gentle at first, just enough to make you squirm and buck your hips. hell, you look so delicious lying there, all innocent and laid out just for him, for his fangs. Stanley doesn’t just want to taste your blood; he wants to drink down every ounce of you, to watch you writhe under his tongue, to fuck you senseless until there’s nothing left but trembling submission. you’re such a stunning sight, gazing up at him with that smoldering need, thighs pressed together as your arousal builds. your neck is covered in bites and love marks, smears of blood dotting your collarbones and throat. fuck, if he weren’t so obsessed with your pussy, he’d paint you in crimson. you’re just so damn sweet, so tempting.

you feel his hot breath against you, his mouth hovering so close, so achingly close to where you want him, need him. and then— oh, god, he’s kissing you there, pressing his mouth right against your wet entrance, sliding his tongue slowly over your slit, drawing out every sweet sound from your parted lips. the first taste makes him groan and he just goes feral from there, his mouth open, wet, hot, working over you like he’s starving, he’s devouring you, worshiping every inch, tongue dipping into your wet opening, making your thighs tremble.

he’s so lost in it, groaning against you as he buries himself between your thighs, tasting you, savouring every last drop. “fuck, you taste so good, baby,” Stan groans, pulling back, watching you with drunk eyes and glistening lips. “sweetest damn thing I’ve ever had.”

he sucks hard on your swollen clit, his lips wrapping around the sensitive bud, tongue rolling slow thick strokes against it until you’re gasping, your hips bucking against his mouth as he laps at you furiously. Stan lets out a low grunt, one hand sliding down, pressing his fingers into your hot soaked opening, working it slow, just barely breaching the entrance, collecting your juices as his tongue works relentlessly over your clit, making you see stars and tug his hair, your vision blurs from pleasure.

he slips his fingers out, just to watch the way your slick coats them, shining, glistening so beautifully and then he’s bringing them up to your lips, pressing them against your mouth with that devilish grin. “c’mon, open up, darlin’. taste yourself, yeah? wanna see you suck those fingers clean.” and when you do, sliding his thick fingers past your lips, tasting your own arousal as you suck them, he’s watching you hungrily, groaning, his hand moving to unzip, to free his cock — thick, veined, throbbing for you, so ready, practically aching as he strokes it, his gaze never leaving your flushed, needy face.

“get on your knees,” Stan commands and as you sink down, legs trembling, he fists a hand in your hair, guiding you to his cock, pressing the swollen, dripping head right up against your lips. “gonna make you choke on it, baby,” he murmurs as he pushes in, filling your warm mouth, groaning at the sensation. the taste of him hits you, salty, hot, intoxicating and when he reaches the back of your throat, he doesn’t pull back, but holds you there, buried deep, growling as he watches the tears prick at the corners of your eyes, feeling you struggle, feeling you take him like a good girl you are.

“ffuck, that’s it,” Stanley grunts, hand tight in your hair, guiding your mouth over him, setting a slow, torturous rhythm. “take it all, honey, don’t you dare pull back. i’m gonna fuck this pretty little mouth ‘til you’re drooling, ‘til I see those sweet little tears rollin’ down your cheeks, beggin’ for more.” and he thrusts slowly, but roughly, his cock filling you over and over, making your throat clench around him as you choke, drool slipping down your chin while he just groans, rolling his hips, pushing deeper, claiming every inch of you, feeding his length into that hot, wet mouth until you’re utterly, completely his.

࣪ ִֶָ🧪་༘࿐ scientist!Ford

that look in Ford’s eyes is downright terrifying, a hunger so dark it borders on obsession. standing above you in his lab, he’s like a predator cornering his prey, latex gloves snapping tight over his hands as he flexes his fingers, testing the restraint of each one. “just perfect,” he says, a sinister smirk tugging at his lips, his gaze devouring every inch of your body, laid bare on the cold examination table. “finally, I have you right where I want you.” Ford feels like watching some rare, elusive phenomenon, one he’s waited years to study up close.

he adjusts his glasses, looking down at you like you’re his own personal experiment. his six fingered hands itching to explore every part of you.

“such a rare subject, huh. . .”

the way you’re spread out on this cold table, vulnerable, open, ready to be ruined, it drives him insane. Ford drags a gloved finger along your needy entrance, feeling how wet you already are. “there we go,” he whispers, eyes glued to your exposed core, barely able to keep his composure as he leans down, his breath hot against your skin, even behind his mask.

he’s teasing you, tracing his gloved fingers along your inner thighs, ignoring the way you squirm, the way your hips lift in search of friction. "oh no, no. . . don't get ahead of yourself. we’re doing this my way, understood?"

then Ford pulls a small vibrator from his lab coat pocket, holding it up to the light, inspecting it clinically with that smart look of his before pressing it right against your swollen clit, flicking it on with a twist of his wrist. you don’t except this at all, the buzz jolts through you, sparking your nerves into overdrive and he watches, utterly fascinated, as your body writhes under him, chest rising and falling, lips parting in gasps and moans as you shake in pleasurable agony.

“no squirming.” he says seriously, even a little bit enjoyed as he adjusts the speed, pressing it harder against your poor little clit, holding you in place with one hand. “do you know how beautiful you look like this? squirming, desperate. . . jesus, and I’m the only one who gets to see it.” he presses it harder, moving it in small circles that make you bite back the desperate cries spilling from your lips.

“god, look at you,” there’s something cruel in his tone, something filthy and mocking that makes it all the hotter. “already dripping for me and I’ve barely began. pathetic.” he doesn’t even wait for an answer, he knows you can’t, not when he teases you like this as he just pushes the vibrator against you harder, grinding it all over your swollen sensitive bud until you’re mewling, “such a good little experiment, so fucking obedient, just look at you. . .”

you’re trembling and he’s right, you’re so damn wet, your thighs slick with arousal. Ford finally pulls the toy away and just when you think he might give you a second to breathe, his fingers are on you, pressing two thick gloved digits right into your drenched cunt so deep it makes your eyes widen. “ohh, you’re squeezing my fingers like you’re trying to keep me inside,” he chuckles darkly, curling them just right and you see stars, your walls pulse around him while you can’t do anything but lay there and take it. “this desperate cunt was made just for me to fuck with.” and he’s got that creepy insane grin which you can’t see through mask, but you definitely know it’s there, as he starts pumping his fingers in and out, dragging every inch until you’re whining again, hips lifting, needing it rougher, needing something much bigger than just his fingers. “just listen to those sounds,” he taunts, twisting his fingers as he buries them knuckle deep into you, pulling out to thrust in again, making the filthiest wettest noises echo through the lab. you’re a whining mess, helpless to the way he plays your body like a madman studying a phenomenon he’s finally captured.

then, without a word, his hand comes down against your clit in a sharp slap, making you jolt, a cry slipping from your mouth as the shock and pleasure blend together, you look down with eyes full of needy tears, sniffing. “oww, did that hurt, darling? is that why your stupid pussy got even wetter? little slut.” Ford growls, rubbing your swollen bud with his thumb, soothing only to slap again, delighting in the way you jolt, the way your mouth opens in a silent scream.

“my god, look at that,” Stanford finally pulls his fingers out and holds them up in front of you, you bite your lip, all humiliated as your juices dripping down his knuckles. “such a filthy mess you’re making of my gloves, dripping all over me and it’s just from my fingers?”

when you’re all dazed and ruined, with flushed face and body, all brain fucked out of you, he finally takes his fingers away. Ford undoes his belt with his free hand, pulling out his cock — hard, thick, dripping with pre-cum as he lines himself up against your soaked needy cunt. "you’re going to take every inch of this cock,” he guides himself at your leaking entrance. "you’re going to take it, let me fill you up, fuck you so deep you feel me for days.” his length slides against your puffy folds, pressing in slowly, groaning at how good you feel, your warm and soft walls squeezing him, until he’s buried to the hilt, stretching you open. “mmhm, barely fitting around me, but you’re taking it, aren’t you? good girl. . . there you go, keep squeezing me just like that.”

he doesn’t give you a second to adjust before he starts moving, driving his cock into you, thrusting hard, rough, hitting so deep, making your eyes roll back, mouth open as your body clings to him. “can feel you getting tighter— gonna cum for me already, aren’t you? barely even started fucking you and you’re already falling apart.”

and when you cum, your whole body shakes, gasping for air as a powerful orgasm tears through you because nothing compares to the bliss of cumming on Ford’s cock while feeling him so deep inside. but he doesn’t stop, doesn’t pull out; he keeps fucking you, barely holding back his own moans, lost in the incredible feeling of your little pussy squeezing around him, making it all too fucking good to resist. chucking, Ford pulls your leg up, shifting you to your side, thrusting into you from a different angle, his cock hitting that spot that makes you moan his name, lost to everything but the relentless drive of his hips. “oh, you like that, don’t you?” you can’t even a answer, your body so pliant in his hands as he pounds into you, watching the way your pussy hungrily sucks him in deeper. “feels that good, huh? can’t believe how fast you’re cumming, such a desperate little slut for me.”

he really is fucking every last bit of sense out of you, until the only sounds you can make are broken cries of ‘dr Pines!’ and ‘please!’ as Ford pounds into your dripping cunt, rough and relentless, your leg hooked over his shoulder as he drives deeper.

drool is spilling down your chin, your mouth slack, open wide as the lab fills with the sharp slaps of his hips against you, the sounds of your desperate cries and his ragged breaths. but it feels so fucking good, his cock stretching and filling you in ways that make your pussy squelch with every thrust. Ford smirks, eyes dark as he watches your slick drip down onto the cold lab table beneath you.

you’re so fucked out that you whine pathetically when he pulls out, your cunt clenching around nothing, left empty and throbbing, aching for more. that’s why Ford slips you over, bending you forward, one hand fisting in your hair as he slides back in, thrusting deep, filling you again, and that angle makes you gasp, makes you feel every inch, every thick, throbbing vein dragging against your soft walls. “you’re just swallowing me up, aren’t you? like this greedy little pussy was made for me,” he groans, his hand gripping your hip, pulling you back onto him with every thrust, filling you, splitting you open, slamming into you hard enough to make the table shake.

“look at you, cumming again, can’t even help yourself,” he pants, voice mocking as he feels you tightening around him again, finishing on his cock again and again, trying to milk him. and he doesn’t stop, doesn’t slow down, just keeps thrusting, filling you over and over, until you’re nothing but a moaning, trembling mess beneath him, totally, completely his.

[gay-dorito-dust]

Remember how Ford made himself a target during weirdmageddon by admitting that he knew the equation to collapse the barrier on gravity falls to keep him distracted so he wouldn’t go after his family, even if that meant he’d go through a f*ck ton of torture?

I think he did the same thing back in the 80’s when he realized Bill was evil but didn’t go to you for help. Sure, maybe half of it was him not believing he had any right to reach out to you for help after he essentially ghosted you for months because of Bill’s influence, but the other half was definitely him wanting to keep you as far outside of Bill’s reach as possible.

If we’re being real, Bill likely threatened to possess his body and hurt or maybe even off you, so as much as it pained him to stay away, he believed you’d be safer if he did.

The sad thing is, you got hurt regardless.

Dunno if this answers your ask or not, I’ll let you decide.

I imagine that Ford has like a two page spread dedicated to you in his journal, very much in the same way he had a page dedicated to heavily debating whether or not he should reach out to Stanley for help.

But instead of the page being full of cons why Ford shouldn’t contact you, it’s him admitting to his biggest and most stupidest regret he’s ever committed: pushing you away and how he truly believes that in order to keep you safe he had to cut connections with you and go non contact. His hand ached like hell from when Bill tried to punch and scratch the door to the portal but the ache in his heart was ever greater than that.

The page would be covered head to toe in drawings of you and your sweet smile, maybe even adding a picture of you both when you were younger. Bill might’ve been his muse for a while but you were his lifelong muse that he has tossed aside for something temporary.

You grew up with him and Stanley and knew him better then he knew himself in most cases and instead of repaying the favour, Ford fucked off to gravity Falls and dedicated himself entirely to his work, isolating himself from anyone and everyone and would often double down on this when confronted about it.

Though sooner or later the regret settles in his chest as he soon realises that he was on his own after Fiddleford left.

He had let bill consume him from the inside out and made him believe that no one outside of them both should matter or be worth a second thought; Even you, his once dearly beloved. The one who didn’t see his six fingers as an abnormality but a gift, a blessing even to his distinct uniqueness. You gave him your all and he gave you nothing in return. How selfish of him.

Ford wouldn’t be surprised if you had forgotten about him or had your heart sour at the thought of him and moved on after awhile. he couldn’t blame you, he never could as he felt it was a befitting punishment for never having bothered to reach out and respond whenever you asked him if he was okay, or taking care of himself. All you wanted was for him to be safe and enjoy Gravity Falls for what it was and not what he wanted it to be and Ford didn’t even do that.

Ford was certain you’d be ashamed of him and the things he’s done alongside Bill, or the things Bill did while possessing him. You’d probably wouldn’t recognise him anymore even if he did reach out to you.

He wanted to reach out to you, he really did but he didn’t feel as though the reception he would receive wouldn’t be a warm one. You wouldn’t smile at him lovingly or call his name with a fondness and hug him tightly, but instead look at him as though he was the cause of all your misery because in some aspect he was, and never had he regretted it more then he did now when his own loneliness became evident and hard to deny.

Bill would’ve made multiple threats to Ford that he’d kill you or torture you while possessing him so that it would look like he was the one hurting you if he ever thought about reaching out to you, and he’d make sure that it would haunt him for the rest of his life knowing that he couldn’t do anything to protect the one he loved the most. Bill would make a point with your theoretical death as to keep Ford in line.

Ford probably even have hallucinations of you dying or dead before he could even reach you and would believe that this was a sign to not get you involved in his mess. He has no right to reach for you after being silent for so long, which is why he decided to take the risk and reach out to Stanley instead, only with the promise that he didn’t tell you what was going on no matter how hard it maybe for him to not do so, as he knew Stanley has a weak spot for you -his honorary sibling or in law should Ford have actually married you- and it had been that way since you were kids.

However despite all the risks Ford has put himself through, you were still nursing a broken heart over his lack of communication ever since he moved to Gravity Falls. Maybe he had forgotten all about you during his stay, or finally felt relived that he was leaving town that he forgot you were the reason it was bearable? Whether the reason it didn’t stop your heart from hurting knowing that the perfect man you’ve known since childhood had left you in the past while he headed towards his future, alone.

You’d love him, you’d never stop loving Ford and you don’t think you ever could and what hurt the most was that he might’ve felt something, or nothing at all for you, but you’ll never get that answer from him directly so you decided the answer for yourself and have been living with a broken heart ever since.

[a-fangirltrash]

"Ford treated Fiddleford so bad!!" As if him treating Fidds like shit wasn't directly a product of being constantly gaslighted and abused by Bill.

I'm genuinely getting tired of people flaming Ford, but in a serious tone. Like people are acting like he's a toxic selfish man that used to put Fidd down... and... no he never did???

Ford ADMIRED Fiddleford, he TRUSTED his friend for what he described as "the project of his life" and Ford, being the most prideful man in the world, decided to ask for help because he knew how CAPABLE Fiddleford was.

When Fiddleford arrived Ford let him know how thankful he was that he was there with him, the man even took a bath and made sure to make him feel like he was at home. Ford even remembered his favorite bean brand?

When Fidd got traumatized by the gremoblin, Ford TRIED to help with what he knew. He tried to help him meditate, took days off for him, decided that they could go out and have some good time. Be mindful that this might've been the total OPPOSITE of what Bill wanted, and he still did for his friend sanity. Bill would make Ford work like CRAZY.

Also, for him it wasn't "putting him in danger!!" For him it was sharing adventures with his friend! Just like hi did with *cofcofSTANLEYcofcof*. That's love language all around.

Fiddleford could abandon the project anytime, but he didn't because he liked being there. And Ford is NOT the guilty one for Fidds creatinf the gun :/ it's nor his fault that fidd interpreted "using his creativity" in that way. Ford NEVER approved that gun.

Also, Ford noticed that RUBIK THING, HE APPREACITE HIM SO MUCH HE KNEW HIS HABITS. AND GOT CONCERNED RIGHT AHEAD.

"B-but he free Frilliam!" The portal was close, did you all READ how much gaslighted Ford was at that point? He didn't free it because "ugh i don't care about this shitty axolotl" but because Bill started to freak out and yell at him to get rid of it. Ford wrote "A friend" with a heart in the title??? Wdym he didn't appreciate it aaaagh

If Stanley took the diaries (i don't like this universe because...stanley:() he WOULD have looked for Fiddleford, they'd have made the Institute of Oddology, he'd have shared his success... with the man that helped him the most.

TBOB SPOILERS AHEAD

He got sad when Fiddleford told him he was gonna get back home to spent time with his family, he PLANNED holidays with him. Even if he DIDN'T like holidays.

He took a day off just to make him happy after his atrocious christmas party, he USED RESOURCES that as you know ford is the most practical mam in the world JUST to decorate the portal as a tree and make Fiddleford happy.

And that atuff of "h-he doesn't appreaciated Fiddleford gifts!" IS SO DUMB OMG, he wore the gloves in the snow and was incredibly thankful about them. When BILL that dumbass triangle pretty much LACERATED his hands, he used Fiddleford gloves as a way to hide those scars, and in a sense, probably to comfort himself because he was ALONE.

I think that was the reason of Fiddleford fast forgiveness, not only because he's a sweet heart, but because after fighting with Bill i think he noticed how BIG was the monster torturing his "partner".

And after all of this i'm not trying to excuse Ford treating him poorly and not listening to him in time

BUT FORD IS NOT A PERFECT VICTIM

Even if i believe he wasn't "the" (at least only) reason of Fiddleford becoming crazy, i know it could have been better for him and he could have avoided so much trauma. But can we please stop seeing Ford as a selfish, evil mad scientist and start seing him as a victim... of a terribly abusive relationship that checks in for all types of domestic abuse... please!!! Ford is not a perfect VICTIM Can we blame Bill!!!

All this rant is because there's certain ship... which i kinda like, but i just HATE HATE HATE the interpretation and how much they put Ford as a villian on it omg

Edit: fixed the use of word narcissism, since it might've been ableist! Replaced with words that actually relate to what i intended to say, instead of referencing a personality disorder

[bloodchapell]

hiii if its not too much work could I request what’s it like to be high school sweethearts with stanley?

Also side note I LOVE your writing sm especially since there is barely any one that writes for dr stone now these days 😔

highschool lover — stanley s. SIDE A

what to expect: suggestive, so cuteee

your sword's note: thankyu for the request dear anon! i actually have two posts for this request, i will link it here so check it out too (SIDE B). more on my mistresslist

i have two ideas, either you are a goody two shoes or sheer evil, but for this one lets go with the angel on earth, i will do the menace on the side B

you have english together, he hates the teacher but always sees you participating and it kinda pisses him off but he lets it slide because you are so beautiful that he can't even skip the class because he needs to see you there

the teacher asks you to tutor him, so after school you go to your house and you sit in the dining table with the book assigned for class. you sit reading out loud the first part, then you stop and talk with him about it, initially he doesn't get the symbolism or the metaphors, and he is ready to feel embarrassed and stupid, but you help him right away. he feels his heart skip a beat at the tenderness of your voice, he has never been treated so softly

every day after school, you hang out. you tell him that you love books. he can't talk about books with you, so he asks what your favorite is and at your house you lend it to him

once he is home, he opens it. there is a pressed flower in between, and the paper smells like you, page after page he sees annotations on the text with your beautiful script. he reads the book in one sitting.

"i finished the book dolly, let's talk about it." he asks. he loved the book, it changed his whole perception of things. in recess, you sit together and you discuss the book

his grades in english class improve so much that he doesn't need you to tutor him anymore. you catch him purposefully messing up the response of his homework just so he has an excuse to spend time with you. "stan you know the right answers." you tilt your head and so he erases the wrongdoings and writes the correct ones

he is constantly telling xeno about you. he asks stanley if he likes you and he can't even lie. "no, i don't like her, i am in love with her."

one afternoon while you both read in your house, he asks hesitantly. "dolly, this might be odd, but i would like to take you on a date." you agree so fast that it actually makes him laugh

he takes you on a picnic and then to a drive-through movie theater. initially he doesn't know how to act but you remain kind and understanding as always that he simply acts like usual

by the end of the date, when he drives you back to your house, he opens the door for you and walks you to your doorstep, and you give him a kiss on the lips

the next day, he comes by your house. when you hear the doorbell you open the door and find him with a bouquet of flowers and chocolates. you hug him and let him in. despite his meh handwriting, he gives you a letter. since i met you, my life has become like a dream, my poor vocabulary can't even express it, so i will read all the books i have to until i can tell you. xeno helped him redact that. he is not easily vulnerable, but given the type of person he fell in love with, he feels it is only just. if he has to learn, no problem, he can do it.

"be my girlfriend dolly." he asks playing with your hair, you nod immediately and hug him

he is late to all his classes because he insists on carrying your bag for you and dropping you off to every class

you introduce him to your parents on your first month together, and even years later, having been in the military and in special missions that are real danger, he has never been as scared

he has kissed before, but not like he kisses you. of course later on you two star experimenting and kissing gets heated, but on the regular your kisses are tender and full of love, and he is addicted to them

he heard a girl call you a nerd once in the hallway, but since he couldn't beat her up, he put a rat in her locker

stanley introduces you to xeno and he approves of you👍🏻

he thinks you are an innocent sweet pea but while looking through the collection of books in your room he finds the most down bad novellas, he is shocked

people are always saying "no wayyy" to him when he says that you are his girlfriend, what cliche is going on here!?

all the teachers keep joking that you are going to finally fix him. "there is nothing to fix, he is perfect like this, be more respectful." you say. he doesn't know if to laugh at them or cry at your sweet words

he takes you to alongside him to his hangout with xeno at the paintball arena. he teaches you how to shoot the gun and you seem clueless at first but end up winning. it seems feasible defeating xeno, but even before training stanley was already good at guns

he would never attend school dances, but after he started dating you he does, not only because you thought it might be cute but because he wants to show you off and laugh in the faces of his enemies (whatever that means)

he is oddly shy to get handsy at first, even knowing what you would be reading, but after a particularly heated make out session you pull his hands towards your body and he can't help but give in

"are you sure in the car is fine dolly? wouldn't you want something more romantic?" he pants holding your waist in the backseat of his car. "who ever said that?" you play with the hem of his shirt. nonetheless it was on. clothes removed and bruises on his neck, he had imagined that your first time together would be different, but it is just fine to have you ride him in his car. looks like one can learn a lot from reading —stanley's thoughts—

you are king and queen of prom hell yeah !

better believe you guys are lasting forevah

when stanley goes to training it hits you very hard. you send him so many letters that everyone is jealous

in the class reunion, god knows how many years after, people are gossiping about the highschool days. when they see you walking together they sigh, "of fucking course"

[dark-lord-of-awesomeness]

Hey, I was possessed with the need to write this interaction but with no story to tie it to, so now here's this. Takes place post canon.

While sailing with his brother over the last nine months had been everything they'd needed and more, Ford was willing to admit it was good to be back in Gravity Falls. The time with his brother had healed some deep ache inside his chest, but knowing hed soon beseeing his grand niece and nephew, along with all the residents and old friends he'd left behind, was a similar balm.

What wasn't a balm was the monstrosity built behind what had once been his house.

Since Soos had moved into the shack with his girlfriend and grandmother, the Pines were now technically homeless. Soos had been very willing to move back to his old house, but Stan had simply said he'd 'handled' it and not to worry. Ford had been very worried, but he was trying to learn how to trust his brother again, and had simply left him to it.

This proved to be a mistake, as now there was a second, terrible house now built behind the first. It was further in the woods so as to be outside the idle view of visiting tourists, bit still close enough to be considered in its back yard.

Ford stared at it, feeling some kind of emotion as Stan burst through the front door and starting hauling in their luggage. Everything on the ground and second floor was made of a sturdy dark wood, with a green front door and circular windows. If he kept looking at just that, he could almost pretend it was a normal house.

Unfortunately he couldn't, and his gaze moved to the third floor that had been built with what looked like purple wood and colorful stained glass windows depicting several familiar images, had a balcony, a slide, and what could be an observatory, topped with a multicolored rainbow roof. The whole house was built around a giant pine tree, with its large branches casting shade across the entire structure. There was no way to know what the inside looked line without looking, but he was to enraptured with the strange upper floors and the fact that the more he looked, the more he noticed the strangeness carried over to the bottom floors as well.

There were small wards carved around the doorways and windows, one of the second floor windows was suspiciously hinged, as if built to be jumped out of dramatically, and if he leaned to the side he could see what looked like a large porch wrapping around the back with built in seating, a swing, several cannond, and a giant slingshot.

Too many windows were vaguely pig shaped to mistake who helped design the whole thing.

"Stanley," he called, grabbing the suitcase at his feet and dragging it inside, "what is this."

"What's it look like Six!" Stan called out from deeper in the house, "It's our new digs!"

"Let me clarify," Ford followed the sound of his brothers rummaging to find him in what had to be the living room, leaning back in cozy looking couch holding a soda, "why do we have another house, why does it look like this, and where did you get the funds for it, because I know our findings weren't enough to cover a project this large."

"Soos is still taking up space in the shack with his lady friend, so we needed someplace to stay," Stan said, wiggling deeper into the couch, "I asked Mabel to help design it with Dipper. Told her to go wild, because-"

"I GAVE YOUR EVIL CLONE A MILLION DOLLARS!" Fiddleford screamed into Fords ear, cackling as Ford shouted and jumped away, then scuttling over the the couch to climb onto the back and sit hunched over.

"What he said," Stan said with a smirk, sipping his soda as Ford rubbed his ear and scowled.

"Fiddleford, always good to see you. Why are you giving my brother a million dollars."

"Hey, he didn't give it to me, he paid me. I'm doing him an expensive service here."

"Really?" Ford raised an eyebrow, then turned towards Fiddleford with a questioning tilt of his head, "what on earth are you paying Stanley a million dollars for?"

"Hey," Stan said, eyes darting around suspiciously as Fords narrowed, "we don't need to worry about the details, just-"

"He done did tell me he'd stop swerving to hit me with his car if I have him a million greeneronies!" Fiddleford cackled, then leaned in and held up a hand and pointed at Stan behind it, like he was sharing a secret.

"Poor fool don't get that i got one over on 'em!"

"I see." Ford put his hands behind his back as he watched his brother start to sweat and Fiddleford chuckled to himself, "and why is that something you need to pay Stan for?"

"Ain't it obvious?" Fiddleford gave him a pitying look, like he was the strange one here, "Stan here has the car, I need to pay him to get him to stop."

"Sounds like good reasoning to me!" Stan yelled, hunching further into the couch and avoiding eye contact, "I hit man, man pays me not to keep doing that. Let's continue on with out lives."

"No, I think I'm a bit stuck on the fact you've been hitting my friend with your car. On purpose it sounds like."

"Hey!" Stan sat up, outraged, "don't make it sound like I was the only one doing it! Lots of people hit McGucket with their cars! He ran out in the road all the time!"

"Its true Stanford, I wasn't in the best place for a while," Fiddleford sighed, then grabbed his hat and clutched it to his chest, "I'd just wander around all willy-nilly, and good all Stan here was the only one who'd remind me to always be aware of traffic. Never know when a car will smash through a guard rail, destroy some fencing, then try to slam into you as the driver yells 'fifty McGucket points!' Or somethin' out the window."

Ford had never seen his brother rehunch and look away so fast.

[aiakosm]

Drifting Stars AU: Mabel gets sucked into the portal before Stanford could come out and the portal shuts down, leaving her in that dimension with Ford while Stan and Dipper have to find a way to turn that portal back on.

(New one that I just saw) Reverse Drifting Stars AU: Ford comes back but the portal doesn’t turn off and it’s Stan and Dipper that get sucked in instead (although from the comment I read, it was just Dipper that gets sucked in which is also heartbreaking).

Other Gravity Falls AU’s if you’re confused>

Reverse Falls AU: their personalities are reversed and instead of the happy silly Pines family that you know and love, they’re the manipulative arrogant Gleeful family that everyone hates. The Pines (read: The Gleefuls) are cold-hearted and (in most cases) has the Reversed-version of Bill wrapped around their finger. Reversed-Bill Cipher (named Will Cipher) is a whiny, sensitive, baby-like version of the dream demon.

Fight Falls AU: Everything is almost the same, except for the fact that Mabel and Dipper can fight well. They got into a lot of trouble at their school and was sent to Gravity Falls so that more trouble wouldn’t happen. Dipper and Mabel are great fighters and have a much more sensitive temper but Dipper is still a nerd and Mabel still has a fun imagination (Just more secretly) Bill Cipher (Named Kill Cipher) loves violence—which isn’t out of character—and is mostly there to not only torment the town but also encourage the twin’s violent nature.

Monster Falls AU: Everyone’s a creature! You can switch up what creatures these characters are but most of the fandom has agreed that Dipper is a deer centaur , Mabel is either a mermaid or a unicorn, Stanley is a gargoyle, Ford is a Greek-style Sphinx, Wendy is a werefox or a moth-person, Soos is a clay golem, Gideon is usually a vampire, Pacifica is either a gorgon or a unicorn, Robbie is a zombie, etc. Bill Cipher is a humanoid hunter with a triangle-shaped head.

Reunion Falls AU: this is Mabel and Dipper but they’re separated at birth. Dipper usually lives in the mystery shack and it’s Mabel that visits years later for the summer.

Relativity Falls AU: Everyone’s age and role is switched. Stanford and Stanley are now the young pine twins going to visit their great uncle Dipper and great aunt Mabel (or just Great Aunt Mabel if you decide to have Dipper lost in the portal) for the summer. (Personal favorite simply because I like the older Mabel and younger Stanley dynamic).

Nightmare Falls AU: In this one, Dipper and Mabel are raised by Bill Cipher in a dimension called the nightmare dimension, and are demons. Dipper is depicted as popular but mean, only cares about helping his twin and causing chaos. Mabel is depicted as shy, creative, and secretly more powerful than she lets on (although they are both supposed to be equally powerful but whatever). Bill Cipher, their adoptive parent, encourages their violent and chaotic tendencies. Not many people touch up on this AU. But many should.

Transcendence AU: This one is really popular. If you’ve been in the fandom for longer than a year, you might’ve heard of it. The story often changes but apparently in the original version, Bill dies due to the Transcendence. Before he passes, he leaves a small part of himself in Dipper who turns into a demon. Or half-demon. I think this is where the whole ‘Alcor the dreambender’ thing began (Even though Dipper’s Demon name would just be Ursa Major and he’d be a star demon).

Demonic Twins AU: This time, the twins switch with Bill Cipher. So now Bill Cipher is Bill Pines (maybe Will is there too) and Gideon summons two demons, Mabel and Dipper, who are evil but aren’t as chaotic as the original Bill.

Crystal Falls AU: literally just the Steven Universe mixed with Gravity Falls. They all have different gems and such. I can’t exactly explain it, considering the fact that I’ve never read this AU nor have I watched Steven Universe, but it’s as it sounds.

ANYWAYS THATS ALL FOR NOW, YOU CAN USE THIS POST IF YOU WANT TO TRY AND REMEMBER. LET ME KNOW IF I MISSED ANY AND ILL MAKE EDITS!

[dimonds456]

"Perhaps he may yet prove his worth to me" headcanon

I have So many Ford thoughts about this era of his life, here is only a sliver of my insanity FGHJSD

Alt text below cut ^^

ID: a bunch of Discord screenshots showing a single user rambling about Stanford Pines from Gravity Falls. User Dimonds456 has their profile set to the autism eyes Stanley image from Lost Legends. Here is the full transcript of everything they said:

Listening to Hana's Ford video at work again today (the 5 hour one) and something they were talking about in it I kinda wanna elaborate on. The line "perhaps he can still prove his worth to me," to me, is a line that I think Ford both does mean and doesn't mean at the same time, and the reason why is. sad.

To me, this is Ford realizing he's got no way out, right? Like, contacting Stan is part of his last resort plan, the one he had to switch to once he was given the 72 hours before his life- and the world's- came to an end

Like, let's be real: the plan "I'm gonna go back up to the caves to where I first discovered Bill and hope and pray there's an answer there" REALLY ISNT a plan

Hope and pray isn't a survival strategy, but that's where Ford is at rn

Every other plan failed.

Project Mentem takes too long to encrypt, and more than likely wouldn't stop possession anyway. It would just prevent Bill from seeing Ford's thoughts and memories. Might provide some protection, but not enough.

The Bill Proof suit he isn't mechanically knowledgable enough to actually make effectively, and he doesn't know McGucket is still in town

He can't go down to the basement else risk the possibility of Bill possessing him, and if he tries to dismantle the portal, as we see in TBOB, there's a good chance Bill will just fucking torture him over it

He doesn't know about the Cipher Wheel at this point, or if he does, doesn't believe it'll help. And even if he did, he doesn't know enough people or enough about people to know who he needs

He doesn't know about using a metal plate/tinfoil hat

He couldn't get access to unicorn hair, so the barrier is out(edited)

The caves were his last resort

At this point, he knows there's a good chance he's going to die. All he can do is make sure the world stays alive after the fact. But that doesn't mean he wants to. He is fighting Bill tooth and nail, holding out for as long as he can, despite the knowledge that in 72 hours, he is going to die.

Or, if not die, he's going to be blind and subjected to Bill's every whim

To me, the "perhaps he can still prove his worth to me" line is him clinging to the one last thing he DOES have control over: his emotions. And he's choosing to be angry because anger is a better emotion to feel than fear or anxiety

Cuz at this point, his entire world has been flipped upside-down, right

Bill was evil

Fidds was right

He's second-guessing his decisions about Stanley

He writes, in code, "have I been too harsh [to Stan] all along?"

Like, over the course of a couple days/a month, his entire view of the world and how it works has spun WILDLY out of control

He can't change the fact that Bill is evil, he can't change the fact that Fidds was right, so in a desperate act to cling to the one thing he has control over, he continues to take it out on Stan, cuz that's all he has

It's PEAK learned helpllessness

He has to have been right about something.

Cuz otherwise, he's the worst. And no one wants to feel like that, especially while being tortured at the hands of a demon and trying to protect the goddamn world

So he both means it, since I do think that came from a genuine place (his anger at Stan over the project), but also doesn't mean it at all (he knows Stan has worth but is too Regina George to admit that right now)

It's also why he was SO QUICK to bring that up during his and Stanley's fight

Again, he's clinging onto that anger as hard as he can

He had to cooporate with Stan to try and get him to take the Journal, but as soon as it looked like that plan was gonna fail, he started flipping out, both from stress, fear, anxiety, and from his anger he is refusing to let go

Again, Ford isn't dumb. He knows he's running on borrowed time at this point.

And something about knowing your life is either gonna end soon, or you're gonna become disabled and toyed with for the rest of your life, would mean he's not thinking rationally

ON TOP OF the lack of sleep and clarity

Does this make sense FGHJSKD

I'm pushing my learned helplessness headcanon on y'all SO HARD I'm not even gonna lie GFDHSJK

End transcript, end ID.

[tinfoil-jones]

Jerk Ford AU: Silliness V

If you mean Watchdog Ford by @nowimjustastranger, whom is sometimes called "Guard Dog Ford" Those two aren't friends. They just happen to run into each other a statistically impossible amount of times in the multiverse.

Any and all reports that they've saved each other skin at least once, and hang out sometimes are just rumours spread by their mutual ally (ALLY not friend) the Anti-Ford.

If you mean Guard Ford from the AU by @skeptiql... it's their AU, I'm not imposing on it.

If there is a cosmic security guard out there monitoring the Fordverse, considering that all Jerk Ford does in the multiverse is be a total jerk to everyone and cause trouble (and then get banned from dimensions for the two aforementioned reasons), I imagine reactions to him are typically going to be:

He's not heinous, malicious, or evil, he's just a really big jerk for no good reason.

---

Me and @nowimjustastranger are in the process of proper crossover, don't worry.

In the meantime...

Pre-Weirdmageddon:

Jerk Ford: Watch, this is Stanley. Stanley, this is Watchdog Ford and Lee.

Watchdog Ford: ...

Lee: ...

Stan: Well heya pal. It's nice to see Stanford's made more friends! I knew he had it in him to be nice and compassionate.

Jerk Ford: Stanley, I swear to God.

Watchdog Ford:...You're-

Lee: You're tall.

Stan: *looks between Watchdog Ford and Jerk Ford in an exaggerated up-and-down to annoy his brother*

Stan: *to Watchdog Ford* So are you.

Lee: *grinning* Oh, we're going to get along just fine. Let's chat.

---

Watchdog Ford: You... You aren't suffering?

Stan: If you don't call grading two hundred student assignments without assistance suffering, then sure.

Lee: ...nothings wrong?

Stan: Right now, no. I did miss my brother for the thirty years he was gone. It wasn't easy... the townsfolk truly believed I murdered him, and thought that was a good thing. And then acted like I was wrong for missing him.

Lee: So everything went okay for you?

Stan: I don't know what to tell you, pal- excluding not having Stanford in my life for thirty years and the issues that comes with that, things are going fine. If I'm having trouble I can just ask someone for help, and if I have problems emotionally I have friends and family that would lend me an ear or two. Also, I am medicated and seeing a therapist for stuff.

Lee: ...

Meanwhile Jerk Ford is in the corner sipping from his #1 Big Brother mug, and Watchdog Ford gets suspiciously misty eyed.

[Dialogue primarily by @tearosepedall]

---

It's a misconception at that Jerk Ford does not experience empathy (or at least not any for anyone besides his twin brother). This misconception is one of the reasons why The Ford Hate Club is always tripped up by him - they don't understand him. They think he's unfeeling with little to no emotional intelligence.

He has a surprising amount of empathy, you can see in this post he even says that most other Fords do not hate their Stanley, what they really have is resentment.

Jerk Ford just uses that empathy to know how to get under peoples skin and really hurt their feelings. Can't hurt feelings very well if you don't know what they are or how they work!

What he does lack is compassion, as in he doesn't help, support, or uplift people. That's a Stanley thing.

---

Jerk Ford: Your attack misses.

Dipper: Misses?! With my bonuses I had a total of twenty-three to hit!

Jerk Ford: That doesn't even touch the monsters THAC0.

Dipper: THAC0? Great Uncle Ford, 3.5 Edition is over! It's armour class now!

Jerk Ford: I'm the DM, and I rule your attack misses.

Dipper: *flips the battlemap, forgetting that the infinity dice is there*

---

Jerk Ford had such a bad habit of getting engrossed into his research and study that he would overlook things like finances (and showering). Stanley managed the finances between himself and and his brother, and he did send money back to the family, not millions but it was something.

Jerk Ford also had most of the money because he had his grant, and also a few patents, but Jerk Ford only cared about anamolies and terrorizing humanity so money wasn't something he thought about very much as long as their basic needs were being met.

When he lived back in Glass Shard Beach with his family, however...

"We should go graffiti Pines Pawns."

"Hell no, dude."

"What, you scared of Old Man Pines?"

"Forget Old Man Pines, don't know know what his son did to Crampelter? We don't need to be on his sh*t list."

[narrators-journal]

I always feel like somebody's watching me

This is a bit of a mess, but I hope it’s still a fun lil read. I don’t have much else to say, tbh. Just, enjoy some yandere-energy stano/stan content lol.

CW: Implied stalking and implied yandere behavior, that’s about it so far unless I missed something.

Energy drinks for the week, vitamins, tv dinners. I should be good to go for a while, at least. You mused as you looked over the stacks of Banquet brand microwavable meals and packs of energy drinks that you’d horde for your work week. Though, was it a healthy diet? Not really, and you were aware of that.

However, when someone spent nearly twelve hours a day six days a week hunched over a desk or with your eyes glued to a whiteboard, the last thing they would want to do when finally at home was cook and fuss over nutrition. Which was exactly what you felt about the idea, and that was why you stood in the frozen meal section of the grocery store that Friday. Now all I should need is some sandwich stuff, then I can go home and nap. You thought to yourself with a triumphant smile on your face.

Though, you stopped and turned around when you heard a familiar gentle drawl mixed in with the grocery store’s christmas music. “Hey! Aren’t you Xee’s old classmate?” Stanley Snyder was the source, of course. It was hard for you to not instantly recognize the tall man.

Back in your college days, you’d roomed with Xeno Wingfield to save on tuition costs and, as a result, met the silver-haired pretty boy he’d been friends with since childhood. And, while it had only been a handful of times when he got a day or two off from bootcamp, it was fairly rare for you to come across a 5’9 man with snow-colored hair, black-painted lips, and immaculate eyeliner in the frozen food aisle. “Xeno wingfield? Pompous ass who keeps dismembered frog parts in the fridge? If so, then yeah, and I take it you’re Stanley, right?” You asked with a small smile as the man approached. Which, let you drink in the changes he’d gone through in the years between meetings, like how his muscles now stretched the sleeves of his plain t-shirt, the silver dog tags that he now sported, and the twinkle of something new in his icy eyes. “Yeah, that’s him, and yep, that’s me. How’ve you been, darlin’?” He asked casually, only for your old roommate to appear from one of the aisles behind him.

Unlike Stanley Snyder, Xeno Houston Wingfield had almost not changed at all between college and now. His own pale hair was still kept back in a pompadour, and his eyes were still bottomless pits of cold that could only be matched by the depths of space itself. He still wore a long black coat over constant formalwear, and when he looked over to where you chatted with Stanley, he still oozed an aura of evil genius. “Hello again,” He offered with a simple nod to you, but left you no room to respond to either him or Stan, “Why are you talking to them? I turn my back for five seconds, and you bolted off.” He accused his old friend. “Oh, um, sorry-” Stan cut you off nonchalantly, unbothered by the scientist’s hostility-laced tone. “Relax, Xee, I’m just making conversation. We’d barely said hello, it’s not like we’re swapping humiliatin’ stories.” Before the duo swapped expressions and huffs in some telepathic conversation. What the fuck are these two on… “Oh, shit, um...y’know, I should actually go.” You said, which earned you the center of attention once more. “I-I have frozen food in my cart, I need to get home before it melts and go bad, y’know? So sorry if that’s abrupt, I almost forgot.” And you two still give me the creeps. “Ah, right, my bad. I forgot you just got off of work, I shouldn’t keep you.” Stanley hummed, and you just did your best to nod and hurry off to the cash register before your face visibly paled in fear.

The last thing you heard was Xeno’s bitter hiss of, “Why would you say that?! They didn’t need to know you know that.” As unconcerned with what you heard as he was back in college. Though, this time, you weren’t simply cursed with whatever the barely ethical experiment of the week was.

[42ap]

More thoughts on Stanley's personality in the Evil Twin AU 🤔

After the mayoral election, Stan was furious that Gideon dared to target his family again. In a fit of rage, he killed Gideon’s family dog in front of his dad and some customers, chopped off its head, and threw it in front of Gideon during his outdoor break through the iron bars. While fleeing amid blaring alarms, he threw out his back. Getting old sure is a hassle.

As for sex, the two of them basically never engage in penetrative acts. It’s usually handjobs or dry humping. Why? Because it’s pointless… it’s just a physiological need. Why bother with anything complicated or elaborate? The result is the same anyway, so the simplest way is the best. Stan doesn’t have any opinions on this because everything is decided by Ford. His own input doesn’t matter.

During an argument, things got physical. Unfortunately for Stan, he couldn’t win against Ford. Any slight advantage he had in his youth is long gone, and Ford has returned to being the flawless older brother who completely overwhelms him in every way. But even if Stan can’t win, he won’t stop fighting, struggling and cursing while Ford pins him down by the throat, restricting his airway. Though it’s far from life-threatening, the discomfort is unbearable. Ford stares at him, expressionless, until Stan, suffocating, finally stops resisting, and only then does Ford let go—

“A choke collar is a type of dog collar that tightens around a dog’s neck when it pulls on the leash. It’s also known as a slip chain or check chain. Choke collars are intended for training purposes only, as the tightening of the collar discourages the dog from pulling.”

Ford must hate him. Hate how indifferent he is, hate how selfish he is, hate the way he looks at Ford as if he’s nothing but a stain. And yet, every act of intimacy is initiated by Ford. Ford waiting silently in the bedroom for him to return. Ford appearing behind him suddenly in the bathroom. Ford pulling him away wordlessly in front of the kids. Ford holding onto him like he’s on the verge of death, unable to let go.

There are always dark circles under Ford’s eyes. Increasingly, Ford has started falling asleep near him. He doesn’t care about his own contradictions because he’s not the one suffering from them. He doesn’t care what Stan feels. If Ford could just hate him consistently, through and through, it would’ve been much easier to cut him off.

[fangirlingpuggle]

Prism Pines AU

After Ford comes back, does he have issues being a parental figure? Not just himself acting as a parent, but the kids actually recognizing as an authority figure in their lives.

Because sure Stan is their uncle, and he let then know that Ford is their father, but Stan was the one who raised them. He's been their parental figure their entire lives up to that point. And if Ford still threatens to kick Stan out, that might just sour the relationship they could have with Ford harder.

And what about Stan himself? If Ford would tried to pull a "As their father I think they should do this or that." But would Stan accept that, or tell Ford he barely even knows Dipper and Mabel, and can't overrule him when it comes to them?

Oh it's super awkward and there are a lot of issues they all have to work through Ford didn't know he had kids, he'd forgotten about the eggs and the whole karaoke night (And probably a good thing because Ford doesn't want to think about what he would have done had he found them when in paranoia mode)

He has zero idea how to handle kids, much less kids who have Bill's powers, who are a reminder of that relationship and know all about him and have been waiting for him and he is in way over his head.

Luckily he doesn't try and kick Stan out because the kids live here they're not leaving.

He doesn't really try to be authority figure at first or jump into parenting he doesn't outright avoid them but, he is avoiding them. The twins now knowing about Bill being other dad and the relationship between them stop using other form/powers because they don't want to upset Ford.

Stan has to be responsible twin and basically has to go down and drag Ford out of his self imposed paranoia/planning to destroy evil Ex corner in basement and get him to spend time with his kids. He's stepped up and been the kids parental figure for a long time and he's made them talk out argument and is like 'Well great now I gotta parent myself and Ford...oh well can't do worse than our dad did' and basically makes them talk things out almost right away.

It doesn't go well but when you live with 2 half demon/euclidean twins... well they kinda get put in different dimensional area and have to talk it out.

So Stan and Ford get things sorted out. Ford still doesn't overrule or jump in he's freaking out he doesn't know how to parent. and Stan is basically having to encourage him and make sure he bonds with both of them letting them know all about the kids, and that the kids know about him and have been excited to meet him all of them have wanted him back.

It takes a while for Ford to bond with them, and let them know he loves all sides of them and even helps with how to use their powers doing experiments and stuff to help them and see what they can do.

When Ford dos finally go full on dad mode he gets very excited 'STANLEY DID YOU SEE THAT I DADED'

[reelvibes91]

The Electric State is neither bad nor great

Robots vs. Humans is not a new concept. We have been watching this conflict unfold on the big screen for decades now. Netflix has released the latest film to tackle this subject matter with The Electric State. Does it hold up in comparison to other films and television shows of this nature?

Overall, there are better films that portray a similar story. This story only feels that way because it is predictable in a lot of ways. Once we are let on as to what the big secret is, there is not much left to really wow us as it plays out. Now, that doesn't make it a bad movie by definition, but it also does not redefine the genre in any way.

That is what we need at this point to keep the genre elevated. We can't just keep seeing battle sequences and robots realizing humans are not all evil and vice versa. This film tried to showcase this between Keats and Herm. The playful banter was supposed to be like two old friends riffing on each other. While most of the humor for me missed the mark that was the one element that worked.

The other aspect of this film that was good was the relationship between Michelle and Christopher. Especially the human connection between the two. Woody Norman stole the show as Christopher in the more emotional scenes this movie had to offer. Being able to steal scenes in a movie that features Chris Pratt, Giancarlo Esposito, Stanley Tucci, and Millie Bobby Brown is no easy thing to accomplish, but he did. Kudos to that kid for doing that.

Ultimately, what hurts the movie is that the Middle Act drags a little bit. We know where this movie begins and ultimately where it has to go. The in-between stuff is to be poignant and effective. The beginning and the end were, but the middle was all just filler with no emotional weight. The final action sequence was great, as were the emotional beats that transpired within that. There just was not enough substance within the overall message of this film to bridge the gap between what was okay and what was good. Nothing really stands out as great. It's a matter of what else is out there with similar subject matter and how this one pulls it off in comparison.

Overall, this movie likely finds the number one spot on Netflix as it is an easy breezy watch. That's not a bad thing if you want to just unwind and watch something that features a plethora of talent. It is okay to realize that what you are watching is purely for entertainment and offers very little in the way of meaningful conversation. This one definitely won't have people up for hours debating the maturity of the content, but I have also spent 2hrs and 8mins doing way worse.

[thegrimreaper-probably]

plz more of gravity falls x plant monster user, maybe include some weird cult that worships user like a god? a name for user like "Venus" from the venus flytrap, or Primula, it comes from the Latin word for Daisy, or straight up Audrey the second, lil reference to the little shop of horrors, and it makes reference for how mabel placed a sticker on their pot? user getting accidentally sold to a random kid (guess who sold them) and maybe...user learning to swear by (guess who again) but PLEASE, I NEED MOREEEEEEEEE

Gravity falls x plant monster reader part three

Mainly your relationship with Stanley

(Don’t need to read all of them to understand) Gender is once again not a concept for alien plant. It/they/she/he

Imma be so honest I wrote an entire thing, hated it and everything I tried made it worse. So I scrapped it and now it’s late, my bad.

This is set in the past, so before the twins. During and after the portal.

A lot and I mean a lot has happened in the last month. First Ford and FiddleFord, broke up. As lab partners, not as boyfriends. I may be an evil plant from outer space but cheating is wrong, eating people isn’t. Those two were as queer as Orin Scrivello D.D.S. was addicted to laughing gas.

Now Ford is going crazy, or Bill is? It’s rather complicated. Ford shut down the portal, something about how Bill wanted world domination. I could’ve told you that, I mean why else would I be here if world domination wasn’t possible with these two? Anyways currently Bill or more accurately Bill possessing Ford is punching the door to the basement.

“Does he remember any of this?” Bill stops and turns to me.

“Not a single memory, why? You got something Twoey?” Where did Twoey come from? Bill refuses to use the name Ford gave me.

“You let me in on world domination, I let you in downstairs.” He blinks, similar to a frog.

“Just gotta feed me so I can slip under the gap.” My vine points to the bottom of the door.

“I got plans for you, Sixer will give up soon.” And that was the second to last time I saw him. After that he possessed Ford and brought me along. I’m deeply traumatized seeing a shirtless Ford rolling around and eating spiders. I didn’t need to see any of that or be apart of a tramp stamp tattoo session.

Ford had gone crazy and I was well, mainly hungry but I guess…lonely. There was no FiddleFord to scare, no more experiment to see what I could do, no more music around, and no Ford to learn from. Bill wasn’t any better, that man was acting like a teenager going through a break up.

And eventually things happened, Stanley, Ford’s twin brother, had came to the house. You know the rest, and I ain’t gonna talk about it.

“Mullet!” Stan drops his beer on the ground, it shatters on the floor. He looks up at me and pauses.

“You- you can talk?”

“You see anyone else here? No? Then yes I can talk, do much more then talkin’ tell ya that much. This?” I move my vine to point at the window. “Sunlight, it ain’t enough, I need food. So either you feed me or I feed on you.”

“How much did I drink?”

“If I didn’t need ya I’d drain ya dry. Go grab that book got the number 1 on it. Got it or do I gotta dumb it down for you mullet boy?” He nods and turns to leave then pauses.

“I’m doing this for Ford, not you.” Stan leaves and that was the start of mullet boy’s identity theft of Stanford Pines. It was mainly just him questioning his own or his brother’s life choices, coupled with drinking, smoking, and crime.

There were moments where he’d bring me downstairs and it wasn’t so lonely.

“None of this makes senses, what is wrong with-.”

“It stands for e.” I point to the symbol.

“You know the rest?”

“You find e you find the rest easy.”

Or

“I just got him back, I can’t lose him again.”

I don’t answer for a bit I move my vines, like how Ford would fidget with his own. “He was already lost, a long time ago.“

“I could’ve help him if he just-.”

“You couldn’t.”

“Why didn’t he just call me before this?”

“You know the answer, you just refuse to accept that, that’s the answer. It’s not satisfying, human rarely are.”

Others where I learned more about English, one of the many human languages.

“Son of a bitch, what the hell?!” Stan yelled when I first nipped him.

“These shitheads don’t know anything about marriage, it’s a scam.” Stan says as the tv plays some awful movie.

“Where the fuck is it?” Stans asks as he looks for a wrench. And much more as life went on, with many other stories to go along with them.

Was a few times where he’d fall asleep and I could easily drain him. I didn’t though, as stupid as it was, Stan was my key to opening that portal again…for world domination of course. Over the years he became more of a con man and the house became a tourist trap. While he would still work on the portal, the basement wasn’t a room I could survive in. So I got put upstairs in the window.

Where I met little tiny Soos, now my hatred for kids and human kind was very much strong. This kid was cute enough to eat, not that I’m picky. Soos had soon started to work at the shack, where I tried to eat him.

“Mr. Pines? I fixed the-.” I go to eat him and Stan throws his cane at me.

“There was a- uh- bug. Go back to work I ain’t paying ya to talk.”

“Okay Mr. Pines!” Soos walks off and Stan looks back at me. I smile and a customer walks in.

“Can I buy that?” The man points to me, Stan smirks and hands me over.

“$500. New species, called Spatium Praereptor.” 500?! What am I? A Monstera Deliciosa?

“Fine.” He hands Stan the money and Stan gives him me. I move my vines around to look like I’m sticking a middle finger up. He does it back and the guy puts me in his car.

Come to find out I was joining a cult. Cult? Religion? Who cares? Only downside was I was not being praised but killed by some stupid blind eyes meatheads. Sometime between eating people and throwing them Stan somehow found me and brought me back. Stan was reckless, irresponsible, a con man, gross, and a loser.

Though he was my friend, and I will still have world domination even if I care for two humans. Just cause I like two people doesn’t mean I’m soft. Shut up.

[randomthefox]

Omfg. Ya know what, I now believe you when you accuse these IDW stans of being cultists.

I was scrolling through some of your posts the other day and found this one talking about this Kotytang dude on YouTube, and I believe you now. Flynn and Stanley are just brainwashing these people to believe that the comics are good and the games are bad.

I was watching his reviews on the comic issues and let out a long tired sigh when he began to see Surge as his Waifu. but then I saw his posts. One that made me very angry was him saying: "A major problem that I have with Sonic x Shadow Generations is that we have no reason at all to believe that Maria has a genuine connection to Shadow."

Is he fucking serious? The more I scrolled through his comment sections the more I realized that you were right. He has NOTHING good to say about the games.

These people don't like Sonic, so they change Sonic into what THEY want him to BE. And sadly, Flynn and Stanley's asses do the same thing. hence why so many "fans" love these comics.

I fucking PRAY that IDW Sonic will burn and crash and die soon, because I can't take this shit anymore.

Sometimes I do engage in hyperbole. But nothing I ever say about Sonic comics fans is hyperbole or exaggeration.

If you think a single thing that I have ever said about Sonic comic fans is an exaggeration, then that just means you haven't seen what I've seen.

Fans of the Sonic IDW comics would MURDER ME for what I've said about the comic, if they thought they could legally get away with doing so. You think I'm exaggerating? You haven't seen what I've seen. I am being dead serious. And honestly for some of them, it isn't the fear of consequences that's stopping them. It's simply the lack of means.

That's them at their most extreme, their most rabidly cult like. Compared to that, my pointing out the OBJECTIVE FACT that they simply hate the Sonic video game franchise from the bottom of their heart is mild.

The ONLY REASON they like Ian Flynn is because he represents an ideal for them. He is an icon. The "big name fan" who infiltrated the franchise and now he has the keys to the asylum. They GENUINELY AND SINCERELY BELIEVE that Flynn can dictate the canon of the Sonic series, and is slaying the evil dragon of SEGA so that he can turn the franchise into Archie/IDW Sonic The Video Game. Because that's what THEY want to do. They are living vicariously through him.

They sincerely and legitimately resent the video games from the bottom of their heart, they hate everything from them and about them. They have nothing good to say about a single thing that originates from the video games, unless it's something that they claim was "fixed" by the comics and what they enjoy is the comics "version" of it. They derive no joy from the video games. To them, the video games are an albatross. A ball and chain. And yet at the same time, they want to coopt it and turn the video games into what they think the franchise should be i.e. the comics.

It's like they're so insecure and resentful of the fact that their stupid comics owe their existence to the video games that the only way they can cope is by constructing these delusional fantasies of destroying the video games and rebuilding them into interactive representations of the comic books. I don't even know what mental illness you fucking call that. I don't know what else to call that besides pure religious fanaticism.

It's going to be so fucking funny when IDW Publishing finally goes out of business and the comic fucking dies because of that, and everything from them is immediately forgotten about and never even acknowledged again. There'll be some cope for a little bit after it happens, some frothing at the mouth that a new comic publisher can just pick up the license and take over where IDW left off or that SEGA can just self publish the comic themselves, or that it just means the games are going to start adapting the storylines and cast of the comics. They'll deny reality for quite a long time. And it will be insufferable. But it will also be hilarious.

[such-a-daydreamer]

Hey, I just want to say, I really love you Chill Bill Au.

I like how the main conflict is both incredibly easy and borderline impossible, as really everything can be solved if Ford and Stan let CB! Bill helped them and get home (if they want that, not entirely sure of their motives or why they're here). However, why it can't work is purely because Ford and Stan don't trust CB! Bill, and why should they?

It's harder to prove someone doesn't have ill-intent than to prove they do. Especially if he person you think has ill-intent has a history of manipulating, and pretending that they are a good person. Ford and Stan has ever right to believe CB! Bill is evil. Doesn't help as you've said CB! Bill is incredibly arrogant. (And only difference between him and Bill is where they are in on the alignment chart)

That's excluding what CB! Stan's involvement as well. He misses his brother so much, but they're estranged. However, now he has a version of his brother who doesn't hate him. (Bonus points, he's cooler). CB! Stan has everything to gain helping Ford and Stan stay away from CB! Bill, as in doing so, he finally has his brother back. Despite the fact in doing so might end his entire universe.

The only people that potentially have a shot of getting things sorted is CB! Fiddleford and CB! Ford, but the problem is: they're CB! Fiddleford and CB! Ford.

Or maybe I'm reading it wrong, and there's something else a foot that'll change everything about this au as I know it.

Anyways, lovely au! Hope to see more of it!

MY HEART!!!!! I'M SO HAPPY!!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAA LITERALLY GRINNING EAR TO EAR WHILE READING THIS!!!!!!!!!!

"I love how the main conflic is incredibly easy and borderline impossible." Yes! I wanted keep things simple, but Stan and Ford have a way of making things complicated.

"If they want that, not entirely sure of their motives or why they're here" Ford is a man that held a grudge with his brother for over 30 years, he would rather die than accept the help from the very being that caused him and his family so much pain. Whether that being is "nice and different" or not.

You pretty much cover the rest of Ford's thoughts really well, so I'll focus on the last part.

The story (if/when I make it) will follow Stan and Ford as we know them. Bill is defeated, Stan and Ford go away to adventure, yada yada.

But then the next part follows the lore introduced in the 'Lost Legends' comic where rifts are still left open after weirdmageddon. (Pretty sure this is cannon cuz I saw Ford mention it in TBOB)

To no ones surprise, Stan and Ford accidentally fall in one and end up in the "Chill Bill Dimension". Ford doesn't call it that, though.

Also, I just wanna say this but in the second post where CB! Stan tells "Cooler Ford" to blast them, you can see Stan in the back tied up and in "time out".

I was gonna make a comic about it but got lazy lol. Anyway, Ford gives Stan and CB! Stan a "Five Foot Rule" and then Stan jokingly asked CB! Stan for a high five. Ford then showed that he wasn't joking and enforced the rule with a tackle.

Stanley and CB! Stan's relationship is kinda weird. Cuz on one hand they don't like each other because they don't like themself, but then they acknowledge that they both love their brother and think "okay, yeah. This guy is alright."

Not to mention that CB! Stan makes a HUGE effort to hang out with Ford, which makes Stanley feel like CB! Stan is tryna steal Ford or something. Then CB! Stan sorta doesn't like Stanley cuz he's jealous that there's a version of himself that get's to hang out with his brother amd go on cool adventures and CB! Stan is in one where he can't.

Anyways, I'll shut up now

[dark-lord-of-awesomeness]

Knights: COME ON MEN, the Princess must be up ahead!

Stan: *makes a dramatic entrance by slowly turning around in a chair with a goat on his lap that he’s stroking. He claps slowly*

Stan: *has an eye patch and a wicked grin on his face*

Naive Knight: You good sir! Do you know where the Princess is? Me and my men, have come to rescue her and have come to ask her hand in marriage.

Stan: *Does evil cackle* But you see, dear knights you are too late, because your dear princess is dead. I have killed him, for my name is—

Dragon Ford: *yawns and has come out to drag Stanley away for cuddles*

Stan: Dude, I’m trying to do a evil speech here!

Dragon Ford: *snorts in amusement*

Stan: Don’t judge me! It’s not like I have any other entertainment around here.

Dragon Ford: *nudges Stan towards a stack of books*

Stan: I’ve read those already! I’ve practically read every book in this castle I’m that bored.

Dragon Ford: *shrugs in a way to say, that sounds like a you problem. And proceeds to go terrorize the knights*

Stan: *shakes his fist at the dragon* BOOOOOO! You’re no fun! You party pooper!

Dragon Ford: *turns around to lick Stan*

Stan: *shows Ford the bird, but conveniently, an actual bird comes and censors it from audience view point*

Once the terror of being kidnapped by a dragon wears off, Stan finds that its actually really boring, being locked up in a castle with all this gold and nobody but maniacs to bother. He doesn't want to bother maniacs! He want to bother regular people!

Stan: look at me, I'm falling so low as to read. That's how bored I am. If you were really my brother, youd know that this is basically a form of torture.

Ford rolls his eyes.

Stan: Don't roll your eyes! I saw that! Let me mess with the knights! Its the only form of entertainment around here! I'm wasting away! I need to mock people or I'll die!

Fiddleford: you could always-

Stan: im not doing weird magic things with you. Or anyone here. I like not messing around with things and being a human person. I don't want to risk turning into a 'robot' or whatever it is you are.

Fiddleford: you can't accidentally turn into a robot. That's not how it works.

Stan: uhuh, I don't trust a single word from your metal mouth, metal monster man. You're still trying to convince me that thing is Ford.

Fiddleford: because it is!!!

Stan rolls his eyes and proceeds to plan his next knight bothering scheme, ignoring the dragon hovering over his shoulder.