#researcher ford

[skeletboi]

Super short update because my life is a mess.

But here is part 24 of the Intridimensional Au!

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“Impressive as ever.” Ford said as he looked at the robot arm on the work bench.

“Thanks, Stanford.” Fiddleford replied quietly.

Ford watched Fiddleford place his good hand over the arm then glanced up at Fiddleford's face and frowned.

“Something wrong?” he asked.

“Lots a’ things are, I reckon.” Fiddleford said with a humorless huff of laughter. “Ya know when I went back home fer Christmas and fergot ta get Emma-May a present?”

“I recall, yes.” Ford responded, his frown deepening.

“She was already purdy darn mad at me before that. I wore baggy sweaters ta try and hide the metal cast on my arm so she wouldn't go worryin’ ‘bout it, but Tate ain't dumb and heard the hum of the components. He asked me about it, ‘cuz he's at that age where they ask a million questions, and I told him it was a metal cast. ‘Course he's an imaginative kid so he immediately started calling it a robit arm. He ran ta Emma-May ta tell her, and I thought she was ‘bout to murder me on the spot.” Fiddleford paused and picked up the arm. “He'd love this, but Emma-May would hate it.”

“I love it, if that makes you feel any better.” Ford said, placing a hand on Fiddleford's back.

“It does.” Fiddleford said with another quiet laugh. “But I can't stop thinkin’ about that. Emma-May knew how I felt ‘bout you in college, and we got in a purdy big fight ‘bout it before I came ta Gravity Falls. I love Emma-May, but our parents both loved the idea of us bein’ together more than we did. I think maybe we were more like best friends than spouses, but I promised her I'd be back ‘cause, above all else, we jus’ wanted Tate ta have a normal childhood.” Fiddleford set the arm back down and choked on a laugh that sounded suspiciously more like a sob. “‘Spose I'll jus’ hafta live with the fact that he won't. I don’ know if he'll ‘member me at all.”

“Fidds…” Ford said softly, unsure of what else to say with his own guilt and regret tearing at his chest.

“If I knew it was gonna turn out this way I prolly woulda jus’ said screw it and kissed ya as soon as ya opened the door to yer damn creepy cabin in the woods.”

Ford cracked a smile at that, but Fiddleford still looked a thousand miles away as he stared down at the arm.

“You would have stopped me.” Ford said after a moment.

Fiddleford glanced over at him in question.

“You say you would have kissed me right then, but I know you, and, if you had known this was the outcome, you would have left.” Ford clarified.

“Maybe.” Fiddleford responded thoughtfully, “But maybe not. Maybe I’m too scared in every timeline.”

“Fuck that.” Stan said, coming up behind them and dropping the last box at their feet. “I saw your face when Ford mentioned fighting back against Bill. That wasn't fear. That was determination.”

Fiddleford smiled sadly over his shoulder at Stanley.

“I thought you'd grow out of being so cheesy.” Ford deadpanned.

“Nope!” Stan replied with a smile. “But if you two are done being nauseating, we have some boxes to go through. I found a box of brown meat! It says it expires in 1993, but who the fuck knows what year it is in this dimension. My plan is to eat it now, ask questions later!”

“I believe you meant ‘die of food poisoning later’.” Ford noted.

“Or die of starvation! Might as well eat mystery food and die the fun way!” Stan laughed.

“Dysentery don't sound fun.” Fiddleford replied.

“Whatever, nerds.” Stan said, motioning to the boxes. “Just grab what you want so we can get on with life. I found a shot gun, too. You're welcome.”

Fiddleford laughed but did as he was told and put aside his arm project to start rummaging through the boxes.

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Sorry non-Fiddauthor fans. I needed Fiddauthor.

I originally wasn't going to write this bit in, but I wanted to give some context to the guilt they're both still feeling and the relationship between Emma-May and Fidds. Emma-May is bi in this universe, but prefers woman. Is that a cop-out to make myself feel better about how much Fidds hurt her? Yes, yes it is. But I am doing it anyway because I do what I fucking want.

I have another art piece nearly done, so I'll probably post it tomorrow. For now, enjoy. Or whatever.

[slowlyvaliantmoon]

new current emotion

[melooooo17]

Stuff I made!! Refs/bases further down

Robbie is so cooked man

Mfers when they make a deal with the wrong demon

My ocs are very normal

[berrybanana-arts]

Inspired by this post I reblogged the other day! I’ve not drawn Fiddleford before but this was fun!

Sorry, there mayyyyy be a lack of art for a little while! Not sure if anyone saw but the eager eyed amongst you who checked out our Carrd mayyy have noticed that I and @mysteryhackin released an interest check for a zine we’re working on! ;)))) (@gf-seasons-zine for anyone who doesn’t know what I’m talking about! Please fill out our interest check and reblog if you haven’t already!)

All of my spare art time is currently going on graphics and planning the budget so we can deliver you the best zine ever! <3

Thank you VERY much to those who nominated me as an artist though! I was super touched 🥺💕

-Berry

[badlyblurry]

ford doing nerd stuff

Local man almost drowns in lake; refuses to be rescued after discovering “small humanoid aquatic skulls.”

This one took me a while because I couldn't think of anything till now :,)

[rubydracogirl]

So uh, I listened to a Creepypasta called ‘The Girl The Universe Forgot’, and it made me want to write a Gravity Falls story with the same premise. I have no idea if I’ll be able to write a full story, but I wrote a snippet that was brewing in my mind.

Rated T

‘Recollections Lost’

“Do you remember Roxy Morena?”

Fiddleford looked up as Ford broke the comfortable silence. His light blue eyes narrowed slightly as he examined the name brought up, turning it over haphazardly before shaking his head.

“Who?”

Ford turned his head to look at him, the cigarette between his fingers burning leisurely, staining his knuckles with a rustic glow.

“Roxanne Morena. We played a few DD and more D campaigns in her dorm, remember?”

Now Fiddleford had specific memories to sort through. But no feminine face accompanying that name surfaced.

“We never played with a girl… and we played in our dorm, remember?”

“Not always. Roxy was the only student with a dorm to herself. She was put in that tiny space at the end of the hall because the girl’s dorm was packed.” Ford’s voice was clipped with irritation.

“Why are you bringing this gal up?” Fiddleford was tired of trying to remember someone that wasn’t in his memory.

Ford didn’t answer right away. His eyes were on the dark, purple sky as the sun set below the tree line, his lungs expanding with nicotine-laced smoke. As he blew a thin cloud out into the air, he finally confided his troubled thoughts.

“An old album fell off my shelf during our testing today. It opened up on a picture she took of one of our campaigns. She was in a photography class and had set the camera up to take a picture of the three of us… but she’s missing from the photograph.”

Ford glanced at Fiddleford with tumultuous amber eyes.

“I thought maybe her disappearance was the cause of an anomaly and I checked the other photographs. But she’s the only one missing.”

Fiddleford spat off the side of the porch, ruminating.

“I’m sorry, Ford, I can’t recall a woman by that name who associated with us… it’d be easy to, y’know, there weren’t many gals that could stand us… where was her dorm again?”

Ford looked away again, his brain recalling her dorm perfectly. He remembered how fast his heart would pound at the knowledge of its location a few rooms from the one he shared with Fiddleford.

“She lived on the far right, the last dorm on our side.”

Now Fiddleford was concerned. He sat up, brows furrowed tightly.

“Stanford… that dorm was empty. No one ever lived in it.”

[tsunamiholmes]

I'm curious, Have you ever dressed up as a 'Gravity Falls' character for Halloween or a cosplay event?

I have! I've actually cosplayed quite a few Gravity Falls characters.

My sister and I dressed up like Dipper and Mabel once. (I'm Dipper, she's Mabel!)

I cosplayed Wendy at Rose City Comic Con.

And during the lockdown I threw together a Research Ford cosplay from stuff I already owned!

So yeah!! I've cosplayed quite a few GF characters!

[gravity-falls-fanatic89]

I guess I hadn't really thought about it, but I never thought of songs to post in Stanuary when I think of so many for him. But in this instance, this one is totally a @forduary themed song circa The Research Years where his relationship towards Bill turns sour. If I was talented enough, I would absolutely draw this out. It's their bitter end to a T.

"The more you ignore me

The closer I get

You're wasting your time

The more you ignore me

The closer I get

You're wasting your time

I will be in the bar

With my head on the bar

I am now a central part

Of your mind's landscape

Whether you care or do not

Yeah, I've made up your mind

The more you ignore me

The closer I get

You're wasting your time

The more you ignore me

The closer I get

You're wasting your time

Beware

I bear more grudges

Than lonely high court judges

When you sleep, I will creep

Into your thoughts like a bad debt

That you can't pay

Take the easy way and give in

Yeah, and let me in

Oh, let me in

Oh, let me

Oh, let me in

It's war, it's war, it's war, it's war, it's war

War, war, war, war, war

Oh, let me in

Ah, the closer I get

Ah, you're asking for it

Ah, the closer I get

Oh, the closer I-"

[buggy-mars]

Commission for @nelson-and-murdock of their OC Anna and a young Ford!!

[skeletboi]

Part 18 of the Intridimensional Au!

TW FOR BLOOD!

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Fiddleford watched as the portal closed in front of him, and could swear he felt his heart stop.

“So nice of you to visit, Fordsy! Although, I would have preferred if you had actually followed my directions and opened the portal for me.” Bill said from somewhere behind him. “At least you kept it up and running. It'll be easy to find another pawn to open it for me now that it's complete!”

Fiddleford looked back towards the voice and instantly regretted it. There, sitting on a floating throne in the middle of what looked like some sort of asteroid field, was the one-eyed triangle being from the tapestries hanging around Ford's study.

“A pawn… Bill- I thought-” Ford started to say, but was cut off by Bill's laughter.

“Don't get me wrong, Fordsy, I do like you much more than the other human pawns I've used over the centuries! Although, I am upset that you didn't listen to me when I told you to keep Lesser Twin away from the portal! We could have ruled the galaxy together, Fordsy!” Bill said, his eye narrowed in anger, but his voice cheerful as ever.

“I- I didn't want that, Bill. I just wanted to further my research!” Ford said, hurt and fear evident in the shakiness of his voice. “I never wanted to hurt anyone!”

“HAH! Keep lying to yourself, Ford! I've been in your brain! I know what you want!” Bill responded, seeming genuinely delighted.

“Inside your brain?!” Fiddleford said, then clamped his hands over his mouth as Bill turned to him.

“Example A!” Bill said, his arm elongating to reach Fiddleford without ever leaving his throne. “Fiddlesticks here!” He said, dangling Fiddleford by his arm like a ragdoll. “You’re always thinking about how much you care about him, but you didn't even flinch when he told you he replaced part of his arm with a machine after he broke it on an adventure with you!”

“He did what?!” Stan said, finally speaking up. “Ford, what the fuck?!”

“I- that- that wasn't up to me! I was just interested in the mechanics! Of course I cared about him being hurt!” Ford said, looking frantically between Bill, Fiddleford, and Stan.

“Right, hah! You don't have to lie to me, Sixer. You and I are the same- we care about what people can do for us, not what we can do for them! Isn't that why you left him after college and waited until you needed him again to call?!”

“NO! No! I was just distracted with my research!” Ford yelled.

“I always thought he was pointless, anyway!” Bill said, holding Fiddleford up in front of his eye. “You definitely don't need him now! But don't worry, I can get rid of him for us!” Bill said, then squeezed his fingers together, crushing Fiddleford's arm.

Fiddleford screamed as he heard metal crunch and bones crack.

“FIDDLEFORD!” Stan and Ford both screamed behind him, but he could barely hear them over the blood rushing in his ears. He watched as his lab coat turned red with blood and his vision blurred at the edges.

“Whoops! Broke your toy!” Bill laughed, carelessly tossing Fiddleford towards the twins. “That's what happens wheN YOU BREAK MINE!” He said, his voice distorting and growing louder as he spoke.

Fiddleford crashed into Ford, sending them both flying a hundred yards from where Stan was floating.

“NOW I GET TO BREAK THIS ONE, TOO!” Bill screamed, as he turned from yellow to red and tripled in size.

He reached a hand towards Stan, but Stan just barely dodged him.

“DON'T YOU TOY WITH ME, LESSER TWIN!” Bill yelled. “SIXER SHOULD HAVE KILLED YOU IN THE WOMB!”

Fiddleford and Ford watched in horror as Bill caught Stan by his good leg, holding him up in front of his eye like a fish dangling on a line.

“Fuck you, you geometric asshole!” Stan yelled, then grabbed his knife from his peg leg and jammed it as hard as he could into Bill's eye.

“Not the eye!” Bill screamed, letting go of Stan as he covered his face with his hands.

Stan used the distraction to get away, kicking off a piece of asteroid and making it, unharmed, to Ford and Fiddleford's side.

“Stan- I- I didn't know-” Ford stuttered, his arms wrapped around an unconscious and bloody Fiddleford.

“Not now, Sixer, we have to get out of here!” Stan said, glancing back at Bill.

Ford nodded and looked around. “The larger asteroids. We can hide in there for now.”

“Good plan, but let me carry Fidds.” Stan replied, holding out his arms.

Ford nodded again and passed Fiddleford over to Stan. “Now let's get out of here.”

They took off, jumping off of smaller rocks to make it to the main field in the distance.

“Here!” Ford whisper-shouted when he spotted a cave within one of the asteroids.

Stan followed after him and breathed a sigh of relief as he set foot on the solid ground. Ford glanced around as Stan carefully set Fiddleford down.

“This looks like it goes pretty deep, but we should be fine here for a bit.” Ford said, kneeling down next to Stan to get a better look at Fiddleford.

Stan nodded as he took out his knife and started to cut the sleeve of Fiddleford's shirt. He grimaced at the mass of gore that used to be Fiddleford's arm.

“There is not much left to work with, and I'm sure he'll wake up soon. We might have to…” Stan couldn't bring himself to finish the sentence.

“Amputate.” Ford finished for him.

Stan nodded.

“I'll do it. This is my fault, afterall. He may never forgive me, but at least I can help here.” Ford said quietly, taking the knife from Stan.

“You got conned, Ford. He'll forgive you.” Stan replied quietly.

Ford smiled weakly at Stan, turned to Fiddleford, and held up the knife.

“Woah there, stranger!” Someone said from further in the cave.

They both jumped and looked into the darkness as a hooded figure emerged.

“Don't worry, I am a refugee, too, but I have a better tool for that.” The figure said.

“A refugee?” Ford asked.

“In the Nightmare Realm. You're from another dimension, yes? We have been hiding from the Euclidean, too.” They said.

“Euc-a-what-now?” Stan asked.

“Bill. The Euclidean. We could hear him speak to you, and we can help. We should help your friend there, first, though.” They explained.

Stan and Ford glanced at each other then back at the hooded figure, and nodded.

The figure approached and pulled a knife from under their cloak. They knelt down on the other side of Fiddleford and hit a button on the knife that made it hum and glow a bright purple.

“It's a plasma knife.” The figure said. “It will cut and cauterize at the same time, but hold them down- I wouldn't want them to move and cut more than necessary.”

Stan and Ford nodded and held Fiddleford down.

“I'm sorry, Fidds.” Ford mumbled as the figure lowered the knife.

“On three.” they said. “One, two, three.”

The knife hissed and burned as it cut clean through flesh and bone. Fiddleford's eyes shot open and he screamed, looking up at Ford as he tried to pull away from the pain.

“I'm so sorry, Fiddleford.” Ford said again, tears streaming down his face as he let up on his grip so Fiddleford could move.

“It's done.” The figure said.

Fiddleford looked over at the figure and screamed again, shooting up and backing away until his back was flush against Ford’s chest.

“It's okay, Fidds. They were helping us.” Ford said, wrapping his arms around Fiddleford to try and calm him down.

Ford felt Fiddleford relax at his touch, but it only lasted a second before he realized his arm was missing.

“What in the fiddle-hoppin’ heck did y'all do?!” He screeched.

“Fidds, we had no choice- Bill crushed your arm.” Stan said.

“He-” Fiddleford said, then his breath hitched, and didn't stop. He started to hyperventilate and Ford held him tighter.

“I'm so sorry, Fidds. I'll fix this.” he mumbled into Fiddleford's hair. ���I'll stop him, and I'll fix this. I- I- I'll kill Bill. He won't win.”

“We'll kill him.” Stan said, placing a hand on Fiddleford's leg.

Fiddleford’s breathing started to slow as he dug his fingers into the arm Ford had around him.

“I'm going to need an arm.” he said quietly between breaths.

“We can help.” The cloaked figure said. “Come. We can give you what you need to start your journey.”

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This is not written well. Ignore that.

Might do more badly drawn comics from here on out since it's less serious plot, but there will definitely still be more written chapters.

I start my new job in like... 10 minutes... so expect less frequent updates. But there will be updates!

Also I know Fiddleford got over that panic attack hella fast... but he gets a bit more ooc from here on out because he realizes the only way to save the dimension his son still resides in is to fight back, and he knows he can help.

Anyways. Enjoy, I guess!

[slowlyvaliantmoon]

maybe they just need to go outside and play in the snow.

maybe I need them to.

Background picture taken by me a couple weeks ago when it snowed :). I saw the woods and it reminded me of a certain Gravity Falls in 1982, and made me think of a certain two Stans who could've bared to have some fun in that snow instead.

I won't lie, this piece by fexiled for whatwouldteslado was in the back of my mind as I came up with this.

[berrybanana-arts]

“We were friends, once. Partners, even.”

A young Ford looking fondly at his Muse! I do love a bit of dramatic irony and Ford’s journal pages about Bill are FULL of it.

[bewildred-grimsley]

Part of a WIP that I'm excited about...

[skeletboi]

Intridimensional AU part 22!

This one is hella short. Sorry.

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Ford and Stan glanced at each other as Fiddleford took off towards the barn in the distance.

“We should probably make sure he doesn't get shot.” Stan said.

“Agreed.” Ford said tiredly, heading after Fidds with Stan right on his heels.

Fiddleford looked back at them as they caught up and smiled.

“Betcha they got a tractor. I can make practically anythin’ with some good tractor parts.”

“We breaking and entering?!” Stan asked excitedly.

“We should probably be cautious…” Ford started to say, but Fiddleford and Stan ignored him as they started to open the large barn door.

“Looks pretty abandoned to me.” Stan said, walking towards the back wall where some old rusty tools were hanging on the walls.

“And they got a tractor!” Fiddleford said, running over to look at it curiously. “Mind givin’ me a hand here, Stanford? Can't really pop the hood with one arm.”

Ford gave in and joined Fiddleford, popping open the front of the tractor and frowning at the motor.

“There isn't much here to work with.” Ford noted as he leaned down for a better look.

“Sure there is. I jus’ gotta access some a’ the other parts from under that seat there. Ya see a phillips head screwdriver over there, Stanley?” Fiddleford asked, leaning around the side of the tractor to look over at Stan.

Stan looked around for a second before finding one and tossing it over to Fiddleford, who tried to catch it with his non-existing hand.

“Shit. Sorry.” Stan said, grimacing.

Ford leaned down and picked up the screwdriver as Fiddleford laughed it off. Ford was not exactly happy with this quiet, technology-void dimension, but he was happy to hear Fiddleford's laugh again so soon after the whole loosing-an-arm incident. He handed the screwdriver to Fiddleford and smiled softly at the excited gleam in his eyes.

Fiddleford got right to work, dropping down to a sitting position next to the tractor and taking screws out with impressive efficiency. Ford left him to his work and walked over to where Stan was digging through drawers in a work bench.

“Find anything good?” He asked.

“I don't know about good, but I won't say no to more weapons.” Stan replied, holding up a large hunting knife.

“Those tools will probably be useful, too. Might as well grab some for Fiddleford so he can make us some better weapons going forward.” Ford said, leaning down next to his brother to get a better look in the drawer.

“You'd know better than me.” Stan replied, glancing over his shoulder. “I bet there's some kind of bag around here, too. My pockets are not going to hold a full mechanic shop.”

“Right.” Ford said, straightening up and glancing around. “I'll see what I can find.”

He spotted a small staircase towards the back of the barn and took it up to the next level. The upper level was dim, but he could see enough to spot a few old boxes stacked against the back wall. He made his way over and opened the closest one, finding clothes and, thankfully, a leather satchel, not unlike the one Fiddeford used to carry around in college. Ford set the box aside as useful and moved onto the next one, then the next, then the next.

He had a whole pile of potentially useful things to show the other two by the time he heard someone coming up the stairs.

“Ford, you up here?” Stan asked.

“Over here.” He responded without looking up.

“It's been like forty minutes. I suddenly understand how you and Fidds built that portal- your focus is exhaustingly intense.” Stan said, coming up beside Ford and glancing in the boxes he'd set aside.

“We do have a tendency to lose track of time.” Ford mumbled. “I did find us all bags, a tool belt, and some less tattered clothes, though, so it was a productive 40 minutes.”

“Not bad. But I think Fidds has you beat. He practically has a full robot arm built out of tractor parts. Not sure how it'll work- but after he built me this leg in less than 24 hours I'm not even surprised.”

“Fascinating.” Ford said, finally looking up at Stan. “Want to help me bring these boxes down? I'm curious to see his arm design.”

“Sure thing, nerd.” Stan said with a laugh.

“Being a nerd is the only reason you have a leg.” Ford deadpanned.

“It's also the only reason I'm in some weird ass barn in another universe. So, ya know.”

Ford grimaced.

“That was a joke, Ford. I don't think that gang can catch up to me here, so it's not so bad. Not ideal, sure, but hey! This is the most we've hung out since high school!” Stan said, patting him on the back before picking up a box and heading back towards the stairs.

Ford watched him for a moment, then shook his head, grabbed a box, and followed him back down the stairs.

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Hella short frfr.

Next part will be about the arm, then probably some more random time-skipping bits since that covers a lot of the main backstory. It'll be more random adventures and less plot heavy after this, but I've also said that before, and wrote more backstory anyway. So ya know... could go either way. Lol.

I need a nap. We throw house shows at my house and it is exhaustingly full of humans right now. 😭 I've done this to myself. But still.

Anyways. See ya for part 23 y'all!

[slowlyvaliantmoon]

It's no longer Valentine's Day but too bad I'm still posting this.

Happy Valentine's Day from two Stans who could use some sort of a valentine 👀

[berrybanana-arts]

Shuffle your favorite playlist and post the first five songs that come up. Then copy/paste this ask to your favorite mutuals. 💌💜 >:>

Thanks for the ask! 💕💕

The first 5 randomly shuffled from my Billford playlist :))

1. Moondust (stripped)- Jaymes Young

2. je te laisserai des mots- Patrick Watson

3. All of Human Knowledge Made Us Dumb- Sofia Isella

4. Famous Last Words- MCR

5. Wendy- Maisie Peters

The playlist if you wanna check it out!

It’s *mostly* arranged in order from-

Young Ford and Bill -> Researcher Ford and manipulative Bill -> post-betrayal devastated Ford -> FURIOUS portal Ford + Smug Bill -> Sad/reflective Ford and Bill

With a few of my favourite songs just kinda thrown in there for the vibes.