#researcher ford

[skeletboi]

Part 13 of the Intridimensional AU!

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Ford woke with a start when he heard a clatter down the hall followed by a loud swear. He sighed and stretched, trying to work the kink out of his neck. Fiddleford was sure to give him hell about sleeping in his study again, but he had a lot to catch up on after the impromptu two day road trip, and couldn't afford to sleep now. He stood from his chair and adjusted his glasses, taking a deep breath to steel himself for whatever mess Stanley had just made.

He made his way down the hall, heading for the kitchen, when he heard Fiddleford's laugh from the parlor.

“You coulda told me it was spring loaded! Sixer is going to kick my ass out so fast!” He heard Stanley say.

Ford frowned and made his way to the parlor, where he found Fiddleford kneeling in front of Stan with a small toolbox at his side.

Fiddleford looked up at the motion in the doorway and smiled brilliantly at Ford.

“Mornin’ Stanford. Did ya actually get some sleep for once?” He asked.

“Some.” Ford said. “What are you two doing?”

“Making out, obviously.” Stan said quickly before Fiddleford could answer.

Fiddleford turned bright red and shot up.

“No! We sure as heck weren't doin’ that! I was jus’ fixin’ ta tryin’ out the new robit leg!” He said, waving his hands frantically.

Ford raised an eyebrow as he looked from Fiddleford's red face to Stan's smug smile.

“Right. How is that working out?” He asked, stepping further into the room to get a better look at Stan's leg.

“It's fucking great!” Stan said. “Although Fidds here didn't warn me about the spring loaded knife holder he put it in, so I owe you a new lamp. Put it on my tab.”

“Fidds?” Ford asked, frowning.

“Your ‘assistant’ here. Ya know, Fidds!” Stan said, smiling mischievously.

“You used to call me that all the time in college, Ford. You still call me that ‘cassionally. It don't bother me if Stan calls me that, too.” Fiddleford said, leaning down to pack up some of his tools.

“I am aware of that, yes. I just find it… interesting that Stan is calling you that.” Ford said, doing his best not to pout and surely failing.

“I got myself a long name, seems only natural. Anyways,I'm ‘bout done here and was gonna make some breakfast. You wanna join?” Fiddleford asked as he packed the last of his tools.

“I have a lot of work to catch up on.” Ford responded, glancing away.

“Work-schmerk. Eat somethin’ will ya? I haven’t seen you consume more than a protein pill and coffee since you dragged my sorry ass out of that motel.” Stan said.

“‘Least have some toast, Stanford. I did plenty of work while you were gone. I know ya like yer schedule, but it ain't no rush- it's not like we got a real deadline.” Fiddleford added.

“Keeping to the schedule is paramount!” Ford replied.

“For who? Do you have a boss you're not telling me about?” Fiddleford asked jokingly.

“No!” Ford responded too quickly, making Stan and Fiddleford jump. “No, I don't have a ‘boss’. I just would prefer to maintain our original timeline.”

Stan stared at Ford, wondering what would cause such a guilty reaction and coming up empty.

“Well I'll meet ya in the lab with some toast in a bit then, but I ain't starvin’ myself to death for yer silly schedule.” Fiddleford said in a way that suggested this was a normal argument between them.

“Fair enough. You know where to find me.” Ford said, turning on his heel and making his way to the lab.

Fiddleford sighed as he stood then turned to Stanley, holding out a hand to help him up.

“That leg is gonna take some real gettin’ used to, so don't rush it.” He said as Stan took his offered hand and managed to get off the couch without falling.

“This definitely feels weird already.” Stan responded, taking a wobbly step forward.

“How's the pain? I know that magic goop healed it up real well, but is it hurtin’ at all?” Fiddleford asked, taking Stan's other hand to lead him another step forward.

“It's not hurting. All I feel is pressure, like my leg is asleep instead of gone.” Stan replied, taking another step and nearly falling.

Fiddleford caught him before he could take them both down and laughed.

“Didn’t I jus’ tell ya to take it slow?”

“Yeah, yeah. I'm not real good at that, though.”

“So impatience runs in the family, too? I ain't too shocked by that.” Fiddleford laughed.

“It didn't used to. Ford used to be way more patient than me.” Stan thought aloud.

“That don’ surprise me much, either. When I met him he was a lot more patient, ‘cept when it came to his work, but he has been actin’ a bit odd as of late. Did he ever sleep walk as a kid?”

“Sleepwalk? No. He was on the top bunk in our room, so I definitely would have noticed.”

“Int'restin’. He didn’ used ta sleep walk in college either and we shared a be- I mean I also wouda noticed. Anyways, he’s been sleep walkin’ a lot recently, but he avoids the question if I ever ask him ‘bout it.”

Stan frowned as he took another step, wondering what could cause sleepwalking in an adult. Stress, maybe? Ford did seem a bit on edge, but Stan had assumed that was because he had found his twin brother missing a leg in a shitty motel room. There was definitely something more going on here, but he had no idea what it was.

“Why you?” Stan asked, looking up at Fiddleford.

Fiddleford frowned in question.

“I mean, he's out here lookin’ for monsters or aliens or something, right? Why does he need a mechanic?” Stan clarified.

“Ah, right. Well he's workin’ on this project that was a bit more complicated mechanically than what he’s use ta doin’.” Fiddleford explained, sounding suddenly nervous.

“That is a very vague answer, Fidds.” Stan deadpanned.

“I- I don’ quite know howta ‘splain it. I don’ even know how he done came up with the idea… I-I-” Fiddleford stuttered.

“Okay, okay. Sorry, Fidds. Didn't mean to stress you out, I was just making conversation. We can talk about something else.”

Fiddleford nodded, a nervous smile on his face that just made Stan more curious.

“Well then, Ford mentioned you left your wife and child behind in California to work for him, that seems a bit more than casual!” Stan said with a shit-eating grin.

Fiddleford neary tripped backwards.

“Well! I- No! I love my son, I'm goin’ back! I jus’ gotta help Stanford here a bit longer, I reckon!” Fiddleford said quickly.

“Right, right. Interesting that you mentioned your son, but not your wife.” Stan said, his smile widening.

“Stanley! I will let you fall! ‘Course I love my wife! I jus’... well I didn't expect Stanford to ever reach out ta me after college, I ‘spose.” Fiddleford responded, his voice fading as he talked.

“That's a pretty intense pickle you got yourself in, isn't it?” Stan asked.

“It ain't no pickle. Stanford has always cared about his work more than anythin’. I've known that since the first week I met ‘im. He'll do this project a his either way, and we'll go our separate ways. He'll forget ‘bout me ‘ventually.”

“But you won't forget about him?” Stan asked, and didn't miss the way Fiddleford flinched at that.

“Well yeah, I ‘spose I'll hafta forget him, too.” He responded quietly, his gaze distant.

Stan frowned, unsure how to respond after that sudden change in demeanor.

“Well, I think your wife could forget about you, too. So there's that.” Stan said after a moment.

Fiddleford made a face and dropped his hands from Stan's, causing Stan to wobble and nearly fall over. Stan huffed but took the hint. He wouldn't be getting through to these nerds easily, but at least it was entertaining.

“Less talkin’, more focusin’ on your steps.” Fiddleford said, taking Stan's hands back in his own to steady him.

“Sorry, mom. I'm focusing.” Stan mumbled.

Fiddleford huffed out a laugh and continued to lead Stan forward. It was getting easier with each step, but Fidds was right- this would take some serious getting used to.

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Well, life is a distopian nightmare, but these boys are keeping me sane. (for now)

Stan is a menace, and I love that for him.

[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 12 of the Intridimensional au!

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Typed out parts under the cut. (There is a word for this... I cannot think of it.)

Bill: Hiya Fordsy!

Ford: My Muse! I didn't expect to see you again so soon!

Bill: And Here I was thinking you'd be back sooner!

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Bill: Now, mind explaining the lesser doppleganger sleeping on your couch?

Ford: I know you don't want him here, but I'll be careful. I had no other choice.

Bill: No other choice, huh? Sure.

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Bill: I guess he can stay for now.

Bill: But I won't warn you again, Sixer...

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Bill: KEEP HIM AWAY FROM THAT PORTAL! Okay? ❤️

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Why was Bill so hard to draw? Drawing is not my strong suit in general... but I thought Bill would be easier! He was not. Fucking dorito ass bitch.

[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 14!

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“I can do the dishes.” Stan said after breakfast. “I could stand to get used to this leg anyway.”

“Thank ya, Stanley, that’s awful nice of ya.” Fiddleford replied as he finished buttering some toast for Ford. “I'm sure yer brother will be keepin’ me busy all day, so just make yerself at home.”

“Keeping you busy, huh?” Stan repeated, waggling his eyebrows.

Fiddleford elbowed him lightly and laughed when Stan nearly lost his balance.

“You shut yer mouth, Stanley. Ya know what I meant.” Fiddleford chuckled.

“Yeah, yeah. Just put a sock on the door at least.” Stan mumbled.

Fiddleford rolled his eyes as he gathered Ford's breakfast and two cups of coffee.

“I'll see ya later, Stan. Just pick up the phone here if ya need anythin’, it'll transfer to the lab and I can answer it.”

“Sure thing, Fidds. Have fun or whatever.” Stan replied, turning back to the dishes as Fiddleford headed out of the kitchen.

It didn't take long to finish cleaning up, and Stan found himself entirely unsure of what to do next. He had spent the last ten years coming up with scams, scraping by, and running, but now he was here. Here in this warm house with coffee and food he didn't have to steal, and he had no idea what to do with his time.

He carefully leaned on the counter as he made his way out of the kitchen, focusing on each step so he wouldn't fall over. He looked up when he reached the end of the countertop and frowned. There wasn't anything solid to lean on around him, so he took a breath and carefully took one step forward. Then another. Then another.

“Hey, I'm getting pretty good at this.” He thought aloud, taking another step- then lost his balance and nearly took out a bookshelf before catching himself.

“Spoke too soon.” He mumbled.

He glanced around at the front room. It was piled high with shelves, papers, books, and random artifacts. If he wanted to learn to walk with this thing, this was not the room to do it in. He sighed and turned around, walking painstakingly slowly back to the parlor to grab his jacket, throw it on, and turn back towards the front door.

It took way longer than he would prefer, but he eventually made it out the door and to the porch. He looked up at the sky as he slid his pack of cigarettes from his jacket pocket. It was overcast and colder than the last few states he had been in, but it wasn't snowing, so he decided he might as well go for a short walk and get used to the different terrain. He lit up a cigarette and took a drag before heading down the porch stairs. Each step was a bit easier, but he wouldn't exactly call himself steady yet.

He glanced around as he made it to the bottom of the stairs and took another drag from his cigarette. They had arrived here when it was dark, so he hadn't actually gotten a good look around. The forest surrounding the house was dense and green in spite of the colder weather and the air smelt heavy like damp soil.

“No wonder you like this place, Sixer.” Stan thought aloud as he took another drag.

He noticed a small path leading into the trees and decided he might as well start there. He took the last drag from his cigarette and snuffed it out on the railing before taking a careful step forward. It was harder to walk on the softer ground, since the pressure felt different on the peg leg, but he was getting better.

He walked for what felt like twenty minutes or so when he heard footsteps off in the forest. He squinted through the trees to try and see what it was when there was a sudden, loud screech. He took a step back, his heart rate spiking in his chest as he looked around.

‘What the fu-” He started to say, but stopped when he saw a shadow looming about 30 feet ahead of him.

He swore and tried to take a step back, but the peg leg caught on a branch and slipped from under him. He scrambled upright and managed to stand when there was another loud screech. The shadowy figure moved towards him, it's eyes glowing red. He managed another step backwards when the creature started to speed up.

“Fucking shit.” He swore. “I did not survive Rico and his goons just to get killed by some mothman-ass-looking-bitch.”

The creature screeched again and jumped into the air, landing a few feet in front of Stan. Stan took another step back and carefully shifted his weight to his good leg, lifting his peg leg and hitting the button on the side that spring-released a knife.

“Come at me, fucker!” Stan yelled, then turned and started running. “Don't fail me now, brand new leg!”

He could hear the creature behind him, but didn't dare look back. Instead, he focused on the path ahead of him, trying his best to keep himself upright over branches and muddy soil. He rounded a corner in the path and dove behind a tree, the knife blade-out in his shaking hands.

“-ley!” He heard in the distance.

He looked up and saw Ford and Fiddleford both running down the path towards him.

“Damn, they put a tracker on this thing?” He thought, but didn't have time to figure it out. Fiddleford and Ford were both going to run directly into the creature if he didn't warn them, so he did the only thing he could think of and stepped out from behind the tree, right into the creature's path.

“Stanley!” He heard Ford yell as the creature rammed into him.

Stan pushed up with the knife as hard as he could and the creature screeched, jumping back away from him as Fiddleford and Ford caught up.

“What in tarnation is that thing?!” Fiddleford asked, sounding utterly panicked.

“I'm not quite sure. It's very interesting, though.” Ford said.

Stan took a second to glance back and glare at Ford before the creature went after him again, this time knocking both Stan and Ford off their feet.

“Oh goose feathers!” Fiddleford yelled, lifting his banjo and swinging it down hard at the base of the creature's neck.

The creature looked up at him and screeched, revealing rows of sharp, bloody teeth. Stan scrambled backwards, brandishing his knife and stabbing hard into the side of it's neck.

It screeched again, and turned it's attention back on Stan.

“Well shit.” Stan said, “I thought that would work better.”

Fiddleford took a step forward and hit it with the banjo again, this time successfully knocking it out.

“Damn. Nice hit, Fidds.” Stan said, smiling back at him as Ford scrambled to his feet at Stan's side.

“I'm not convinced that will keep him down for long. Let's get out of here.” Ford said, sounding annoyed as he offered Stan a hand up. “I'll have to come back and research this later.”

Stan glanced to Fiddleford as he took Ford's hand and got to his feet. Fiddleford was staring off towards the house, wringing his hands, his left foot tapping against the muddy ground. Stan frowned, but ignored it for now. Ford was radiating displeasure and Stan didn't want to make the situation worse, so he followed after the other two back towards the house.

“What were you thinking, wandering off alone like that?!” Ford asked as they made it to the front porch.

“I was just testing out the new leg!” Stan replied.

“These woods are dangerous, Stanley! You didn't at least grab your gun?!”

“I didn't know I'd run into mothman's ugly cousin!”

“I warned you that there were monsters in these woods, didn't I?! How could you be so careless?!”

“I wasn't careless! I knew I at least had a knife!”

“Load of good that did you!”

“Look, Sixer, it was an accident, and we all made it out fine, didn't we?!”

Ford gritted his teeth, then sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Whatever. I have work to do. Don't leave the fucking house! Or if you do, bring your damn gun!”

“I'll just bring Fidds! That banjo makes a great weapon!” Stan replied, looking past Ford to where Fiddleford had just been standing. “Wait, Fidds?”

Ford turned at Stan's questioning tone, and frowned.

“He gets very anxious, he probably just went to his room to calm down.” Ford said, turning back to Stan. “I have to return to work, stay near the house, please.”

“Yeah, yeah. I get it, mom. Have fun with your nerd shit.” Stan replied with a huff.

Ford rolled his eyes and headed down the hall to wherever his lab was.

Stan waited until his footsteps faded, then made his way towards Fiddleford's room. Part of him wanted to just ignore all of this, but Fiddleford's silence and sudden disappearance didn't sit right with him. He had picked up on Fiddleford's anxiety issues easily enough, but he knew there was something more happening here. Stan had spent the last ten years surrounded by seedy people in seedy places. He saw tons of people with that same silent, twitchy mannerism that Fiddleford had just been displaying, but Stan found it hard to believe that Fidds would be anything like those people he met in back alleys and sketchy dives.

He rounded the corner to Fidd's room and knocked.

“Fidds?” Stan asked, knocking again. “Ya alright? Sorry I got you into that mess. I just want to make sure you're okay.”

“Fine!” Fiddleford said too quickly, followed by a crashing sound like a pile of books toppling to the ground.

Stan frowned, not liking that response, and opened the door.

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Cliffhanger?! Sorry.

I will have the next part up soon, though.

Fidds needs a hug. These twins are a doozy to live with.

[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.