#sombrcstar

[poludaktulos]

//😂Funniest thing that’s ever happened to your muse?

mun talks about the muse. [ x ]

( on here, ice cube milk discourse. in canon, the fact ford is this badass interdimensional traveler, and yet is ALWAYS the damsel in distress, in every given situation. Princess Unattainabelle indeed. )

[blindxeyed]

❝ WATCH WHERE YOU'RE POINTING THAT THING, SPECS. WOULDN'T WANT TO DAMAGE ANY OF FORDSY'S HEADSPACE NOW, WOULD WE? ❞ //*yeets this atchu*

A pause. The bulb of the memory device wavered slightly in the air.

It had taken Fiddleford a long time to realize why Bill’s behavior had begun to change around him. He had never intended for his machine to serve as a threat or a solution to any problem other than his own panic, so connecting the dots hadn’t happened over night. His own use of the gun probably hadn’t helped his critical thinking, either.

The moment it had all clicked into place was the first time that he had ever looked forward to speaking to Bill instead of Stanford. Finally, he had thought. Finally, he would have the upper hand.

“…it doesn’t damage humans,” he said, but his voice shook with his hand and the gun drooped further. It was true; his device didn’t cause damage to human minds. …as long as one considered memory loss a desirable effect.

But Stanford didn’t see it that way, and Fiddleford knew it would be impossible to pull the trigger on “STANFORD’S MUSE” without his device also targeting memories of Ford’s work and discoveries and accomplishments.

That was the problem– Bill had gotten himself so intertwined with Stanford that there was no telling what would happen if Fiddleford tried to act against him now. McGucket didn’t even truly understand where Ford’s consciousness went during these bouts of possession– for all he knew, he’d end up wiping Stanford away along with Bill if he used his device at all.

Fiddleford stared hard at his friend’s face. After a long moment of holding his ground, he exhaled, defeated, and let his arm fall to his side.

“…don’t you test me, Cipher.” His words were sharp, but his voice was hollow. “Next time I might just take the chance.”

@sombrcstar

[gemmedchild]

┍━━━━ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ━━━━┑

[💎]  — “I’m sorry, what’s going on with the Lysol??”

┕━━━━ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ━━━━┙

[heartsmused]

@sombrcstar selected Mabel

Excited patters on the wooden floors of the more homey part of the shack could be head as Mabel made her way towards the kitchen. Her already beaming smile growing that much wider at her intended target. Perfect. She makes her way towards her besweatered uncle’s spot at the table covering his eyes with a bout of giggles.

“Today’s your lucky day, Grunkle Ford! You get to spend your day with me!”

[sesumyretsym]

❝ Well, I can't say I dabble very much in the art, but I made an attempt, at least, ❞ the man starts with a sheepish smile, holding out a pink sweater he'd attempted to knit himself. It's not too bad; could definitely use some polish, though. ❝ Happy Birthday, Mabel! ❞

            A  handmade  gift  from  her  grunkle?  Mabel  couldn’t  stop  herself  from  yelling  out  loud.  The  sweater  wasn’t  perfect  but  that’s  what  made  Mabel  love  it  so  much.  It  was  special —  her  most  special  sweater  yet.  And  it’d  come  from  Grunkle  Ford.  That’s  what  made  it  the  best  sweater  she  owned.  It  earned  Grunkle  Ford  a  tight  hug,  and  a  lot  of  bouncing.  

                “Grunkle  Ford,  we  can  knit  together!  I  can  help  you!  And  then  you  can  make  your  own  sweaters –  or  fix  some  of  the  ones  you  already  have;  But  it’d  be  fun!” 

[voidfcllen]

🐤 For Dipper? :0

Send me a 🐤 for a Tweet my muse would make about yours.

[dirnensions]

“Y-- Y’know, for someone who -- who traveled the cosmos or whatever you were doing, I’m surprised you don’t -- you’re not usually wasted. Seen some shit, done some shit.”

Laying on the roof of the shack, Rick turned, flask in hand. Drained, surprisingly quickly. He should have grabbed a tequila bottle while he was downstairs.

“You ever gonna let your guard down, Fordsy? Or are you gonna keep -- you gonna continue bein’ a stick in the mud? You -- didn’t you kill him? Dealt with the angry dorito?. Why’re you’re STILL TENSE?”

@sombrcstar // SC

[floofymuses-archive]

@sombrcstar

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This means so much to me, thank you so much?? I need to gather more Pacifica icons at some point but I have so many projects to work on right now bUT

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[journalsauthored]

@sombrcstar cont

“Well ya got a weird way of showin’ it!” He lashed right back. “I spent thirty years tryin’ to get you back-- and I don’t even get a single thank you for my efforts! You know how hard it was to follow those blueprints? Do you know how much time I spent learning your stupid nerdy mumbo-jumbo?” He puffed his chest out, approaching his elder brother, his own frustration boiling over at this point.

“I didn’t get to go to college like you, Poindexter. I didn’t even graduate High School! If I were around maybe you’d have someone who could talk sense into your dumb ass!”

[poludaktulos]

//📑 Favorite part of your muse’s backstory? 

mun talks about the muse. [ x ]

( there’s this one paragraph in the journal, that i feel really embodies the core of stanford’s character and what drives him: When I was growing up, nothing I did was ever right. My grades were too high and my social skills were too low. Worst of all, I was born with a birth defect: six fingers on each hand. Although my family tried to convince me that this made me special ( and it did help with shadow puppets), I was mocked by classmates and shunned by girls. I would hide in the library, poring over books about the supernatural and search for other freaks of the world like me.

a LOT of how i write ford is informed by this line, and i think there’s a good reason it comes so early in the book. see, hirsch tries very hard to push this idea that ford’s problem is that his ego is too big, but i think it’s just the opposite: ford has an incredibly damaged sense of self, and has only really found admiration and acceptance, the two things he CONTINUOUSLY expresses a desire for, with his intellect. and even that is something he views as a problem, because being so smart alienated him from other people.

basically, ford is a person that’s been deeply hurt, his ENTIRE life, and ultimately wants to find a place to fit in. that’s something that really speaks to me, and something i try to weave into every interaction i write with my ford muse. )

[blindxeyed]

❝ if i’m not a good person , who am i ? ❞

the last mabelcorn – gravity falls starters.

@sombrcstar !!

A scientist. A visionary. The smartest man Fiddleford knew.

Stanford would still be a lot of things if he weren’t a good person, but would any of them really matter? What use was an incredible intellect if it was used to hurt people?

Or if it could be tricked into hurting people?

No, it hadn’t been Stanford’s fault. He had fallen victim to a creature adept in manipulation-- believing in the gilded lies of that demon might have meant Ford was gullible, but it didn’t make him a bad person.

“I couldn’t say, but I don’t have to, Stanford.”

“You are a good person, and you always will be.”

[gemmedchild]

[💎]  — “Okay, I honestly don’t see how the moon landing could have been faked.”

“Then again, I also can’t see how anyone could have missed the giant freaking tower the Era 1 Gems built on the moon thousands of years ago. It’s still there, too.” — [🌟]

[multi-madagascar]

“[txt] i havent had anything other than coffee in 72 hours” [for Kowalski 030]

[txt] That is simultaneously impressive and concerning.

[txt] You probably need to eat something.

[txt] Maybe a quick nap too?

[sesumyretsym]

                Mabel  eyed  the  strange  man  who  looked  too  much  like  her  Great  Uncle.  This  was  Stanford,  but  not  their  Stanford.  That  didn’t  make  her  any  less  suspicious  of  his  intentions,  however.  Her  arms  crossed  over  her  chest,  staring  unblinkingly  at  him.  She  noted  that  he  was  wary --  rightfully  so,  in  his  situation.  His  hesitancy  and  the  way  he  stepped  back  put  a  wicked  smile  on  Mabel’s  face.  

“I  suppose  it  wouldn’t  be  so  irrational.  However,  I’m  only  curious.  You  seem  so  similar  to  my  Great  Uncle,  but  so  different.  As  I  understand  it,  you’ll  be  here  for  awhile,  right?  We  all  might  as  well  get  along  until  then.”

@sombrcstar from here. 

[voidfcllen]

SC || Dipper Pines & Stanford Pines

“Hold on, Grunkle Ford, the camera was out of focus, I just need a LITTLE more footage for my web show, and you’ll have my FULL ATTENTION.”

Mabel had made him absolutely promise to take travel footage for both of their shows, and he COULDN’T think of any reason to say no. Though the small town wasn’t exactly a youtube goldmine. Bit. the woods WERE a pretty spectacular view. /@sombrcstar

[piine-trree]

*kicks down door* Awkward Sibling Hug!!

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