#scampfire

[radicalbears]

HEY Here's a lil sneak preview of the piece I made for @gf-seasons-zine !!

Preorders have been extended until Nov. 21st, so if you haven't gotten a copy already I definitely recommend it! A lot of super cool people worked on this, and all of their pieces turned out AMAZING!

Additionally, this is a charity zine! Any surplus will go to The Oregon Conservation and Recreation Fund. So you can get a cool zine AND support a good cause! Definitely worth checking out :D

[an-autistic-dweeb]

I want one

Mabel :)

Ford :)

Steve.

HE’S OUT THERE!!!!!

[aromantic-diaries]

Are there phrases like mlm or wlw and so on for us aromantics? Because like I'm gay, but I'm not mlm, because I don't LOVE men.

I don't know if there is, if anyone here in the audience knows something that'd be greatly appreciated

[aro-culture-is]

Romance-repulsed aro culture is hating songs about love except when they have a cool beat and are fancy

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[headcanonfalls]

Round one!

our competitors:

headcanon that Ford sometimes doesn't realize when something isn't normal due to living in the multiverse for so long

(no explanation needed)

headcanon that a group of scampfires is called a forest fire

(no explanation needed)

[jay-aro]

For ask game: 8 and 12

8. what are some of your favorite arospec characters? this can include characters from popular media or OCs.

ooo i wanna spotlight isaac and twitch from val and isaac!!! val and isaac is an awesome webcomic that i like to describe as "a slice of life comic about badass space mercinaries." if you like gay people, sci-fi, really good characters, and laughing, i highly recommend you check it out!

isaac (as you may have guessed from the comic's title) is one of the main characters, and twitch is his friend from wizard school that was introduced a few years into the comic. they are both aroace, and it doesn't come up too often, but there are a good amount of comics that involve their aspec identities! (my favorite instance of that was the backstory comic that showed how they became friends, i was pleasantly surprised to see that the plot did involve them being aroace!)

anyways i absolutely love this comic from the 2021 valentine's day post

source

isaac was confirmed as aroace in 2019, from this comic! (from the post's tags: "#isaac is aroace") (though there's a handful of previous comics with him that give off aroace vibes imo)

source

anyways read val and isaac, it's sooo good!!! it's really cool to casually see aroace characters, and there's a lot of other queerness- queer romance, Trans Icon Space Dread, etc

to read all the comics in order, you can use this link to go through the tag in chronological order (note: i don't think this works on moble app): https://tredlocity.tumblr.com/tagged/val%20and%20isaac/chrono, or go on the desktop site (on mobile browser: change page to desktop site) of https://val-and-isaac.tumblr.com/, and use its theme to navigate the comics

you can also just ping pong around random comics lmao (but there are a good deal of multi comic arcs)

12. are you romance favorable, positive, neutral, or repulsed? or is your relationship to romance more complex/complicated than these terms can fully explain?

i'd say neutral/indifferent. i do enjoy a good amount of romance in media (though my tolerance for forced and unnecessary straight romance is NEGATIVE), though i'm also just a big fan of delving into character relations in general- it really frustrates me how romantic relationships keep getting all the focus.

and for other people in real life, seeing them engage in romance/romantic gestures doesn't bother me (tbf i also engage in a good amount of traditionally romantic gestures with my qpps)

but romance for myself? yeah, no.

.....though that begs the questions of "what is romance?", "is there a meaningful difference between these actions one does in a platonic context vs those same actions in a romantic context?", "where is the line drawn, what is the line, does it exist at all?". and y'know what? idk! and i don't exactly need to know. all i know is that friendship is extremely important to me, and i really care about my friends and qpps, and i will be affectionate with them in ways that everyone involved is comfortable with. and that's enough for me!

arospec ask game

[thereareeyesinsidethetrees]

Au where Gravity Falls is a national park and Ford works there as a ranger

[chillinglyadventurous]

The Fever

Thank you so much for the request!!!

Stanford Pines x Reader

Tags: Fluff, sick

It started out with a sneeze. You didn’t think much of it. You’d been trudging through the rain with Dipper and Mabel in search of a scampfire just to prove to your boyfriend you could find one without his help. Ford had told you it wasn’t going to happen. The weather conditions weren’t right. It was about to rain and unseasonably cold for mid August.

How the kids didn’t get sick was beyond you because you felt like death. You were freezing and shaking, but hot and sweaty all at once. You couldn’t decide whether you were more comfortable in your sweatpants and one of Ford’s sweaters that you had stolen from his closet or in barely anything at all. You couldn’t tell whether the heat or the cold was worse.

Had it not been for Stan’s big mouth, Ford wouldn’t have even known you were sick. Besides the occasional sniffle, you looked okay-ish. No. You looked like hell, but makeup helped hide it. “Geez, [Y/N], quit coughin’ or you’ll get the whole house sick!”

Ford’s head had snapped in your direction, finally taking a good look at you. He’d been busy, usually only climbing into your shared bed after you had knocked yourself out cold with a shot of NyQuil syrup. “Why didn’t you tell me you were sick? I would have dropped every-“

“I’m fine,” you insisted only to be betrayed by a slurry of hacking. You resigned under his intense gaze. “Fine, I’m sick. It’s not a big deal. I just have a cold. I’ll be fine.”

Without another word, Ford’s large hand was placed to your forehead to gauge your temperature. First his palm, then the back of his hand. He moved to your flushed cheeks, bright red visible beneath the makeup you had tried to conceal it with.

Ford gave you a disappointed look, “You have a fever of 102! You most certainly are not ‘fine’, darling.”

He pulled you out of your chair only for Stan to call out as you followed Ford to your bedroom. “Yeah, get Patient 0 out of my kitchen!”

Quickly, Ford had you in his bed, stripped of your day clothes and into one his sweaters. His flannel pajama pants were on you soon after. On his bed, he slipped three pairs of socks onto your feet and bundled you up in every blanket he could get his hands on.

“You need to sweat it out,” he ordered as he tucked the blankets around your form. You were successfully burrito-d. “Once your fever breaks, the worst is over.”

You had expected him to be a bit more wary around, very cautious of whatever germs you could give him, but he kissed your forehead before leaving you in his room. After a single minute, you were bored. You tried to stand, but he had tucked you in too tightly. The most you could do was sit up, barely able to reach the book on his bedside table.

You groaned in disgust as you read the title. Statically Accurate Knowledge. With nothing better to do, you opened it only to be further disappointed. The book in your hands, all 472 pages of it, was just a run-on equation. Nerd.

Just as you were resigned yourself to counting the floorboards, Ford reappeared with a hot cup of tea. “Drink this. It should right you in a second.” He laughed as you timidly sniffed at the liquid he had given you. Of course it wasn’t chamomile or some pleasant flavor. “It’s best if you don’t smell it.”

“What is it?” You asked, voice scratchy as you spoke.

He pet over your hair which was already damp. Your shivers had mildly subsided, but he could still see your teeth trying to chatter. “Well, it will make you tired. You’ll sleep whatever is plaguing you off.”

You were already exhausted, but you held your breath and downed the steaming liquid. Your body instantly relaxed. You felt warm, so comfortably warm. Then, drowsiness overcame you.

Ford laid you down again. Before he could leave you? You grabbed the sleeve of his sweater. His eyes were kind as they landed on you. “Stay with me?” You whispered, your eyelids so, so heavy.

“Certainly.”

With the blankets curled around you, acting as a barrier, Ford held you close. He tucked your head beneath his chin as you dozed off. You hoped you’d feel better in the morning, but, maybe, you’d play this up for a little longer once you were feeling better. You loved when he took care of you.

[aro-apl-safeplace-for-all]

Hey, welcome to the safe place for aros and apls!

About me:

You can call me M. I'm an 18 year old transmasc (he/him). I'm also aromantic allosexual and aplspec. My main is @scampfire

About the blog:

This blog is heavily inspired by @aroacesafeplaceforall. I created this blog to create a space for non-ace aros and apls. Aces and alloplatonics who want to learn or have any other reason to visit this blog are welcome too. Just don't hate or discriminate.

Of course I'll post and reblog about being aromantic in general. But also alloaro content and non-sam aro content will happen. And apl content of all kinds. You can tag me if you think a post fits this blog. I'm also new to the apl community. So please educate me when I make mistakes or anything.

I don't know how active I'll actually be. Sometimes I don't have time for tumblr. And bear in mind that I live in Europe. So timezones are a thing to keep in mind. And due to work I have limited free time. But I'll do my best.

I hope you'll find joy and happiness in this blog. Glad to have you here

[isopodabyss]

^ stayweirdquoteic, a xenogender connected to the quote "stay weird, stay curious, stay kind, and don't let anyone ever tell you you aren't smart or brave or worthy enough" from Gravity Falls' Journal 3.

^ gravityfallsaesic, a xenogender/aesthetigender connected to the aesthetics of gravity falls.

^ anomalything, a xenogender connected to being an anomaly and a thing. an anomalything.

^ portallexic, a xenogender connected to the word portal.

^ gravfalmusiboxsongic, a xenogender connected to the gravtity falls opening theme, but specifically a music box version.

^ weirdmaggedonmusiboxsongic, a xenogender connected to the gravity falls opening theme during the weirdmaggedon episodes, but specifically a music box version.

^ alderrift, an aldernic term for those who have, or wish to have, a body that is made up of and/or came from a rift in space-time/between dimensions.

^ alderscampfire, an aldernic term for those who have, or wish to have, a body similar to that of a scampfire from gravity falls. the specific details of this are up to the individual.

^ aldergeodite, an aldernic term for those who have, or wish to have, a body similar to that of a geodite from gravity falls. the specific details of this are up to the individual.

^ alderhidebehind, an aldernic term for those who have, or wish to have, a body similar to that of the hidebehind from gravity falls. the specific details of this are up to the individual.

^ 30yearsquoteic, a xenogender connected to the quote "thirty years and now he's back, the mystery in the mystery shack".

^ dimensionhonum, a gender connected to the other dimensions, dimensional travelling, and the concept of the multiverse. specifically for use by nonhumans who feel their nonhumanity relates to dimensions.

^ Apocanatured, for those who feel that the apocalypse/concepts of apocalypses/what's left after the world ends/etc. are associated with their alterhuman identity.

^ polyamnonhuman4nonhuman, for nonhuman4nonhumans that want to show their polyam pride! based off the nonhuman4nonhuman flag by @/genderdryad.

^ aldernightmarerealm, an aldernic term for those who have, or wish to have, a body that is the nightmare realm.

^ personal nonhuman caedbeing flag. i'm assuming this has been coined already? if it hasn't, um! i suppose that would make me the coiner?? free to use for anyone who identifies with it, of course!

[an-autistic-dweeb]

I drew it :3

[aromantic-diaries]

Wait I also made a presentation about amatonormativity for class once. My friend who proof read it said it was very good and changed her view. Is giving presentations about amatonormativity aro culture??

Maybe it is! I haven't done it myself but we already have two on the list as it seems (also that's really cool)

[browniefox]

Ford crouches down so that the foliage helps to obscure him and peaks through. Dipper follows his lead. In al little clearing, several of the scampfires have crowded together, making one almost indistinguishable from the others. From Ford’s previous experiences, he knows that in the middle of the night their fires all combine together into a giant flame. This early in the morning, the fire has burned down to a steady but small orange flickering. 

“Whoa, what are they doing?” Dipper whispers. 

“I have my theories,” Ford replies. The nearest scampfire stires a little but otherwise stays where it is; they’re aren’t particularly skittish creatures, nor aggressive. Getting close to them is a little tricky, though. He’s been able to entice them closer with dried twigs and leaves, but most of the time they don’t seem interested in it. Perhaps they prefer something else? “As the seasons get colder, perhaps they huddle together for warmth? Or perhaps unlike other creatures, they mate during the fall and this is a part of their mating behaviors. I theorize they have a polygynandry system. Though, for that there would have to be male and female delineate in their species, which I am not sure of. It’d make more sense, in a way, for them to be sexless or perhaps more like fungi,” Ford explains. He glances over at Dipper and-

The boy’s face is completely red. Ford blinks for a moment, and they can’t help but to chuckle. 

[goodoldfashionedengineer]

A Road Less Traveled

Ao3

Chapter: 1/2

Word Count: 2032

Summary: Gravity Falls, the only place where he would ever fit in.

This was fine. He should be happy that at least his brother had friends. It was his own fault that caused his only friendship to break.

At least he found some comfort in the forrest.

Or: Ford thinks his friendship with Fiddleford is unrepairable, finds some comfort, only to be reminded that he would be alone forever.

Or would he?

Relativity Falls AU

Chapter 1: A Lone Hero

Gravity Falls was a strange place.

It was strange, just like him. Half of the summer was over, but it felt like he had already been here for an eternity. Stan and him were always on adventures, finding something new every day, cataloging it all in his journal. And they still had to figure out who the videographer was and what happened to him.

He finally felt free. It was the beginning of his twins' and his career as adventurers. Just the two of them and occasionally Great Aunt Mable.

Until it wasn't just the two of them anymore. Until Stan had found friends beside Ford. Until he had realized that he didn't actually know who he was without his twin.

And it got him thinking. Some of those thoughts made him feel so very guilty because how dare he think that.

He pretended that he didn't mind that Stan was spending more and more time with his new friends. He ignored the silent voice in his head that told him that Stan's friends must hate him because why wouldn't they.

However, mostly he felt jealousy. And he wasn't very proud of it. Stan had offered to Ford to come with him but Ford declined every time. On the other hand, he wished that it would be as easy for him to make friends as it had been for Stan. Stan was always better when it came to social skills. Something that Ford could never truly master.

But then he met Fiddleford. Finally, Ford had someone who didn't mind listening to Ford's scientific rambling and he actually contributed his own knowledge. Fiddleford didn't make fun of him for his love of the board game "Dungeons, Dungeons & More Dungeons". Quite the opposite happened because Fiddleford found a liking in the game as well.

It was like a dream. At long, long last, he had found a friend who didn't judge him. Think of him as awkward, weird or freaky. It was so easy to spend time with him. Conversations seemed so natural.

It wasn't long until Ford had invited Fiddleford to come with him on a monster hunt. Which turned out to be a fatal mistake.

They encountered a scampfire, usually not a large threat. Despite that, Fiddleford got too close to it and one of his pant legs caught fire. Ford reacted fast, poured some water over it and thus, the burn spot was only minor.

Still, Fiddleford seemed pretty freaked out over it. So he suggested heading towards the town's site.

Luck wasn't with them that day and they encountered a Killbilly. They ran as fast as they could. Still being followed, they hid in the closest convenience store, and the Killbilly was denied entry for lack of shoes and shirt.

Fiddleford was shaking like a twig in the wind. His eyes were wide open and his teeth clacked. Ford offered to walk home with him. He didn't even get a verbal response, just a nod.

Ford's eyes switched between looking at the ground and looking at Fiddleford. It was obvious that he was seriously shaken up by this day's events.

When they arrived, he said goodbye but didn't get a response.

—

He came home and it was loud. In the living room were Stan and Mabel, dancing to some song he didn't know. Ford rushed to the attic, got his journal, and made his way to the woods again. He needed time to himself.

The thirteen-year-old made his way to his hiding spot when he needed peace. The log was there, the light had this same yellowish glow it always had at this time of day. It was a place at the edge of the forest, but far away enough to not see the shack anymore.

Ford felt bad. Awful even. He never wanted to cause his friend anxiety. Fiddleford wouldn't forgive him. Ford had his one chance and messed up and now he had to live with the consequence. To be alone again.

Opening the journal on a blank page made him pause. Normally, he wrote how he felt or doodled something. But all he felt can only be described as sorriness and nothingness. He didn't know how the rest of the summer would look like now. A lone researcher isn't too bad of an image, is it? Maybe he could draw that. But how do you draw loneliness without being lonely? Lonely didn't have to be something bad, did it?

Absent-minded he traced out the triangular shape on the log. A lot of the trees here had this symbol. Was it native to this particular species or just a coincidence?

Suddenly something heavy fell onto his head. After searching the area, his eyes found the thing which caused his pain. It was an animal with an extraordinary pattern of pelt, which looked just like Boyish Dan's jacket. Ford heaved it up. Close resemblance to a platypus, but the pattern was very unusual.

Was this one of the creatures Boyish Dan told him about?! A Plaidypus? Is the legend true after all? He thought it was just one of the many folklore stories but it really is just another anomaly local to this strange town.

The Plaidypus emitted some odor. Ford took it closer to himself without a second thought. After taking a few deep breaths through his nose, he classified it as maple syrup and bacon. It was comforting, homey and familiar.

Ford now held it at eye height. The eyes were round and cartoonish. But it didn't show any signs of distress. Or judgment. It looked kind of cute even.

Ford took it to his chest again and gave it a hug. There was no struggle, so he continued to hold it, taking deep breaths through his nose.

His thoughts didn't stop during that hug. The Plaidypus would make a great pet. He wouldn't be lonely if he had a companion. But then he also had to give him a name. Flannel! Flannel. Flannel wouldn't leave him behind. Ford would protect Flannel how Stan protects him. He wouldn't let anything harm Flannel.

He looked Flannel into the eyes and he still had the same look. After a small, quick kiss to Flannel's forehead, he gave him a second hug.

Eventually, he laid Flannel down on his lap and returned to his journal. The once blank page now had a realistic looking drawing of Flannel.

He had to find out what Plaidypuses' diet consisted of. Surely Dan could help him. What were their natural habitats? There were so many things he needed to find out about these creatures. Were there others of his species? Had he family?

Had Flannel family? Had he friends?

Would he strip Flannel away from them if he would just take him home?

As much as Ford didn't like not having a brother or a friend to replace him, he couldn't make Flannel a loner as well. It wouldn't be fair. He just had to get used to it and wait it out. Until when is still unknown.

With glassy eyes he put Flannel down to the ground. The animal stared back. Ford closed his eyes and told himself that maybe he could find him again one day. He knew that he had three stripes going around his belly instead of two.

Flannel was still there when his eyes opened.

Why did farewells always have to be unexpected?

It was already hard enough not being liked by his brother's friends, harder to be the reason why your friend doesn't like you anymore. Why was he forced to make the farewell?

Trying to relax as much as possible and convincing himself that he wouldn't cry, he stood up and left.

His pace became faster and faster, never looking back at the only place where a freak like him fit in. He didn't need anyone.

Before he knew it, he had already got to his desired destination. The front door was opened and the music rushed over him again. Running up the stairs and locking the door upon instinct.

Had they even noticed he was here at all? They didn't greet him the first time he arrived. However, he didn't greet either nor did he join them.

The attic was quiet. The only sound was his own panting. Was he truly destined to be alone forever? Was he always meant to be the puzzle piece which wasn't even part of the puzzle?

Clearly people didn't like him but was he that odd?

Was he that strange?

Ford began to believe he was.

Not even his family really understood his quirks. Shermie liked spending time with Stan but he just couldn't click with Ford. His mom always called Stan her free little spirit. Dad didn't hate him but he still told him to let go of his "absurd" obsessions like the supernatural, something that brought him joy.

Stan was the one who danced with Great Aunt Mabel.

Ford didn't cry.

He didn't cry.

It was like Schroedinger's cat, if nobody saw it then nobody could be sure if he was crying or not, maybe it was both, who knew?!

Why was he so jealous?! Stan had to go through as much pain as him. The bullies said horrible things to him as well and when he went alone to the playground, he came back with a black eye more often than not.

Stan was allowed to be happy. Why couldn't Ford be just happy for him?!

It was never like he had a chance at all. Stan did.

The universe was kind enough to give him one as well. He was the one who ruined it. He had his one chance at being normal and destroyed it. It was his fault, really. Fiddleford wasn't Stan, he was not as brave as him, but he had a gentle, open and kind nature. And because of him, that was all gone.

One part of him wanted to sail away forever like they promised. The other wanted to stay here in Gravity Falls because it seemed like the only place where he wouldn't be a freak and his world just made sense. The adults didn't believe in the supernatural, even if it was right under their noses. Or in their near, at least.

In this town, he was just another anomaly among many. Maybe he could find himself here if he just embraced the strangeness. He didn't "fit in into the mold" so why should he even try? The anomalies were kinder than most people he ever met. He didn't need anyone except himself.

A smile crossed his face. With a plan in mind, he went to his bed, ready to continue reading the science book which he didn't finish last night.

What he forgot was the notice board on the wall. The notice board full of photos of this summer.

He picked the book up anyway and avoided the notice board. This topic was fascinating and he didn't know about it before. That was the truth. It only seemed similar to the topic he learned about two years ago.

Eventually, his subconsciousness betrayed him and he took a quick peep to the notice board. One turned to more until he just stared at it.

The majority of pictures included just Stan and him. Some were of Gravity Falls itself. There was a photo from Glass Shard Beach right next to one of the lake in Gravity Falls, his favorite places. A few of Fiddleford and him were also there.

It felt like someone squeezed his heart. He knew he was lying to himself. He knew it but he also knew why he still did it. It was easier than admitting that he really liked going on adventures with Stan, telling Mabel all he knew about a certain topic for hours and playing board games with Fiddleford but nobody reciprocating those feelings.

Fiddleford deserved at least an apology. A genuine one. Yes, it was also to mentally prepare himself for the farewell, but his former friend had a right to it.

Nonetheless, it could wait until tomorrow, so Fiddleford could recover from the shock.

This totally wasn't just another excuse.

[thedemigodofstories]

what is your connection to gravity falls?

He looks over to anon, twirling the point of the sword that he was leaning on around before he spoke.

“I used to live there, when I was much much younger. I don’t remember much from those days. Infact.. I don’t really remember my own mother and father..”

His brow furrowed at the thought of not remembering his own parents. Then he shook his head.

“My sister and I lived with our great aunt Samantha, who was a lovely woman. Courageous, confident, and the best aunt we ever had.”

he smiled fondly

“She was an explorer- and a researcher, she moved there years ago to study the “Bermuda triangle of weird” as she put it- she walked around with a cane since she got injured from a Scampfire, she had red hair, glasses, and honestly? I think she’s where I got my fashion sense from”

He chuckled and reached up with a hand- straightening the lapels on his coat a little.

“She had a sister who lived there as well, I think her name was Susan? I don’t remember much, but I think she ran a diner?”

“While I don’t remember much about that place anymore.. some days I wish I could go back and see them again.. but I doubt they’d recognize me now.. who knows how long it’s been.. I certainly don’t…”

He sighed a small bit, leaning on the sword