#speed of gravity

[stump-not-found]

bro has not slept for a week .

[okidraw]

i wanted to show them the stars.

[nenoname]

stan ignoring mysteries and weirdness for 30 years balancing out his family's innate curiosity and being why the blind eye ignored him for that long

[izzybluebell]

Huevember: Day 3 - Amber Stalker 👁️🌲🌟

[huginsmemory]

Really can't get over the CAN WE TALK? stickynotes. And I mean I think part of it really kinda clicked when I've seen some fanart about it. We really see in TBOB that Ford after beginning to hear voices slipping through the cracks and questions Bill, to learn what Bill really intended, ENTIRELY shuts down his communication with Bill. And you see Bill when he gets questioned in that moment responds with a heavily implied dialogue along the lines of "haha, yeah I tricked you, I'm here to overtake your dimension". But Bill still expects Ford to respond to him in some way, and it's very clear that Bill is shocked when Ford REFUSES to talk to him. And what's interesting is Bill doesn't just IMMEDIATELY begin with threats; he actually leaves stickynotes first, before Bill realizes he's FUCKED UP big time and gets really nasty. There's something pleading with the CAN WE TALK? sticky note. There's a point where Bill does realize he's not getting what he expected, that he's missing Ford, and that he's willing to possibly even smooth some things over, explain things better (maybe even the part that the nightmare dimension is unraveling perhaps) or persuade Ford into Bill's plans. But Ford refuses, and it's already too late for Bill because just like with Stan, Ford feels betrayed and when Ford feels betrayed he'll mercilessly cut the person out of his life. Ford deeply, deeply holds hurt and betrayal and as a result he has zero desire to speak with Bill again (and also uhhh big red flag to take over the world, so also. Yeah).

And it's interesting because it's a slower ramp up until Bill is desperate and threatens, uses violence, because that's what he's always used when it comes down to it, and an ultimatum is given. It wasn't just threats out of the gate; Bill DID try to speak to Ford (btw this is not me being like Ford should have spoken to Bill and it would be magically healthy, cause no matter how you slice it it's just a toxic mess tbh). Threats out of the gate would have been faster; there's over three weeks in the timeline, before Ford goes through the portal (althought we don't get too much context around exactly when everything occurs). That's a lot of time! But Bill didn't threaten Ford immediately. And I think part of that reason is because Bill expected Ford to speak to him, expected their relationship or at least their project to mean enough to Ford that Ford would speak to him and then continue their work, once his anger cooled off. And I think also part of it is because Bill cared about Ford, not that he'd admit it in the moment; but he'd rather Ford willingly be alongside him, then have to force him through threats to do the work on the portal. You see that, even after Ford spends 30 years trying to kill him and nearly even does, when he offers him during wierdmageddon to be a henchmaniac. Bill cares about Ford, wants Ford beside him. But then Ford continues to refuse to engage with him at all, and Bill realizes he's lost Ford, and progressively gets more desperate and angrier as he's still refused, and falls into the violence he usually uses, to get Ford to cooperate.

Anyhow it's one of those things that you wonder what would've happened if they DID speak, but that would ultimately be defying a big part of who Ford is... So in a way it's a juicy juicy tidbit to chew on, the implications beyond the writing on the sticky note.

[basimdasasonst]

hold up let me cook

[losuliart]

Some self-indulgent Bill Cipher!

While I cannot do line art for the life of me, I can do… whatever this was. And yes, his design is CONSTANTLY changing for me ;-;

[hellsquills]

A thought: Stan wasn't a booksmart kid, but he was great at reasoning. Meaning, he wouldn't understand the usual explanations or memorize definitions, because they're just a bunch of words put together. However, some things just seemed to click for whatever reason or they would just make sense all of a sudden when he gave them some thought on his own.

This is: Stan at an art history class.

“Stanley?” “Yeah?”

“Do you think you can tell me the answer?”

“I…” I don't think I could even if I knew what you're talking about. “I didn't get the question, sorry.”

“I asked, anyone knows why art movements occur? Why does art change?”

“I mean…” Don't embarrass yourself any further. They're already laughing. “No, nothing.”

“Come on, say it.”

“No, it's stupid. I don't know.”

“Stanley, I've heard a lot of different things over the years. I doubt anything you say will be stupid.”

“Well, I'm a box of surprises, what can I say.” That's it, make them laugh at your jokes, not at you.

“I insist. Go ahead, please.”

“Fine. I mean, the way I see it, it's pretty simple, isn't it? Their parents and grandparents do things a certain way, and doing the same is just more of the same boring stuff. After a while it becomes like... imposing? And art isn't meant to be imposed, 'cause there's the fun in that? So they create something new, something that will make them stand out and as different as possible from what they know. A new style of art, or writing, or… I don't know, architecture? Whatever it is to make them free.”

“…”

“Or, I don't know, maybe they are just petty. I don't know.”

“No, Stanley, you're right. That's a perfect way of explaining it.”

“… it is?”

“Yes. Art evolves because it's creation, and creation is a living thing. Just like you kids don't dress like your parents did because you find it outdated and not personal enough, right? Art evolves because people do.”

“Right.”

“That was a brilliant explanation Stanley, congratulations.”

“T-thank you.”

Stan is wide-eyed as the teacher continues explaining something. He's awoken by his brother's elbow on his side. When he turns, Ford's eyes are shining.

“Stanley, that was amazing! You nailed it!”

“I… did?”

“Yes! She said you did great! No one was laughing, they were so impressed. And so am I, that was incredible!”

“Silence over there.”

“Sorry, miss.”

Stan feels so happy that when he goes home and Stanford tells their parents about him leaving the whole class speechless with his answer, he can't stop smiling. Not even when his father mutters something about it being a stupid art class and not something actually important. He doesn't care. His brother is impressed! What the hell!

[stardustedseas]

someday ill be able to write when and what i want and not randomly at 2 am but today is not that day ig im so sorry

nsfw 18+

cw: hybrids, dub con, afab genitals but no pronouns, slight overstimulation, shitty writing lmao

dog hybrid jayce

imagine jayce being your big, dumb doggy hybrid pet who is the most cuddly affectionate being youve ever met, always wanting to cuddle you, lay on you, have ypu pet him, just be near you in general. he is like those saint benards who think theyre lap dogs lmao its next to impossible to be alone with him around or stop him once he's decided he needs to spawl out on your lap. you did get him for how loving he is though, its nice to have someone who loves you so much, but there are still times it can be Very frustrating. sometimes you just need to be alone, have a moment to yourself without your overgrown puppy clinging to you 24/7.

although hes whiney about it, you can usually get a couple hours alone by locking yourself in the bedroom, its an at least once a week thing at this point, but jayce still sits outside the door for half of it whining and clawing at the wood before he goes to pout on the couch. youve gotten good at ignoring him honestly, as mean as that sounds. you know he is just being dramatic and its good for both of you to have some time apart, even if just for the fact it keeps you from getting too overwhelmed and lashing out at him.

usually you lock the door, spend thirty minutes to an hour ignoring his pathetic whimpering until he finally gives up and you can truly have some peace and quiet. you often take those times to destress as well, getting comfortable under the covers and letting your hands wander instead of his for once. usually you wait until hes left before starting, but god youve just had such a long, shitty day and you really need to get this pent up frustration out before you explode. jayce is still outside your door begging to be let in like always when you give in and slip your hand below the waist band of your pants. honestly, you were worried the sound of jayce outside would keep you from actually being able to actually get off, but the way his voice hightens to that needy, raspy whine he always gets when you shut him out, just does something to you this time. you do feel guilty for using his voice without him knowing, but its surprisingly getting you there faster than any porn has, and the sooner you finish, the sooner you can go back to letting him curl up on you.

this only goes on for so long though. jayce is a very big, very strong man and theres only so much a door can take. his insistant wiggling of the handle is too much and the abused metal finally gives way, allowing him to swing the door open and bound into the room, throwing himself on you before you even know whats happening. you try yelling at him to get out, squirming around and shove at his broat chest but your bear of a puppy ignores your commands and instead clings to you, wrapping his burly arms around you from over the covers and pressing you into the mattress with his weight. this must be some kind of fucked up karmic justice.

eventually you give up your struggles, embarrassed he basically caught you masterbating and frustrated from accidentally edging yourself, but decide it's best to just let him get his hugs in before trying to escape again. you sigh and try to relax, hands laying by your sides on the blacket. its not much, but you feel some satisfaction that even if he ruined your alone time, you don't have to fully give in and pretty him to. not getting to cum must not have been punishment enough though because soon jayce is back to whining, grippinhg your wrist and trying to force you to let his fluffy ears. even worse still, he had grabbed your dominant hand, the one that was just knuckle deep inside your slick walls moments ago. that spurs you into action again, trying to yank your arm back from where it was dangerously close to his hair.

this obviously upsets poor jayce though, why are you being so cruel to him? he just wants pats from his beloved owner :( he counters your movements, instead moving his head down to your hand so its cupping his cheek. he has just begun another tantrum when all of a sudden he freezes, the grip on your wrist getting a fraction tighter. you also stop for a moment, confused at his sudden change before hes yanking your hand to his nose with much more force than youre used to from him and taking in a deep, shaky inhale. you let out an admittedly indignafied squack and feel your cheeks heat up, now using your other hand to try tugging him back by his hair. this unfortunately does not help at all.

his eyes snap up to meet yours at that, gaze much darker and headier than expected and youre taken aback by how much his pupils have dilated to almost overtake the usual golden hue. you dont feel unsafe, but you do feel like youve just been spotted by a predator right before being eaten. which isnt completely untrue. neither of you move for a second, just staring, before jayce tilts his head into your hand, this time instead of to his nose, he brings your fingers to his mouth, wet tongue laving over the smaller digits. the groan he lets out the second they touch his pink muscle is downright sinful, deep and almost animalistic. he once again looks up at you, voice now a breathy rasp as he asks what was all over your hand.

youre honestly not sure what to say to that, just staring at him with your mouth slightly ajar in shock, but jayce doesn't seem to notice how mortified you are and goes back to licking at your hand. your brain finally catches up to the moment and you are able to rip yourself free from his grasp and sit up, forcing him to move as well, now just kneeling above you. that was definitely a mistake though, because he caught another whiff of that addictive scent and he's pretty sure he found the source. before you're able to get out of bed, jayce has the plush fat of your thighs in a tight grip and is yanking them apart, quickly shuffling down so his face is much closer to where you want him least in the moment.

you try to leave again, snapping a harsh no! bad boy! but this only makes him flinch a little, too entranced to really take in what you're saying besides the tone. this doesn't stop him though, moving to nuzzle his nose into your damp underwear and taking in a deep breath, his tongue lolling out of his mouth into a pant. it doesnt seem like jayce is even paying attention more, because despite your yelp and now free hands tugging his hair and pushing at his forehead, he continues his exploration. it really hits you just how strong he is, you are putting your entire being into trying to shove him away but he doesnt budge an inch, big hands still holding your legs apart despite how hard youre trying to close them.

it feels like despite your best efforts, your body is a filthy betrayer because as jayce continues to shove his nose deeper between your folds from over your underwear, you can feel them getting wetter and not just from his saliva. its when you let out a strained moan does your beloved hybrid move again, his hips bucking forward into the mattress so hard it shakes the bed. that first thrust broke the flood gates because he is now continuously rocking into the mattress, desperately humping as he licks and slobers all over your already ruined panties. youre greatful they werent one of your nicer ones when he snags the fabric between his teeth as he yanks his head back, tearing right through the slimsy fabric with a loud rip!

you yelp out his name, hands tightening in his hair again as he dives back in, your poor cunt no longer protected by the thin cloth. even though jayce has no rhythm or technique, his enthusiasm definitely makes up for it with the way he is desperately lapping all over, going from licking all around your outer lips before moving to burying his tongue deep into your hole, his nose bumping into your clit with each turn of his head as he tries to get deeper, lapping up as much slick as he can. god this is so fucked up, youre letting your hybrid pet eat you out when he obviously doesnt really know what hes doing, just chasing something that tastes good. you cant find it in yourself to really try to make him stop though, not with how good he feels as your pathetic moans harmonize with how hes whining and growling into you, his fingers definitely leaving bruisess from how hard hes gripping your thighs but you still dont care much.

maybe it's from how pent up you were, how you had unwillingly edged yourself earlier, or just from how hot jayce looks fucking into the blankets, his fluffy tail swiftly wagging behind him, but its not long before youre crying out, tugging on the soft ears atop his head as your whole body stiffness before you relax into a mess of trembles. you cumming still doesn't stop jayce though, he is still sucking and slurping away with just as much abandon as before, maybe even more so after having seen the way your back arched and you gushed more slick into his waiting mouth. you try to once more push him away, shakily gasping that its too much, youre too sensitive, but he still doenst halt.

it feels like your whole body is on fire now, unable to stop the way you keep jerking fowards and wriggling as tears prick the corner of your eyes. the way his tongue is caressing your insides and his nose continues to rub the bundle of nerves quickly turns from a slightly unpleasant pleasure to an agonizing overstimulation. you are about to try kicking him when jayce suddenly stops and lets out a strained whine, his hips stuttering to a more stiff roll before stopping, his body now shaking slightly as well. the room is now almost silent besides the hushed sound of both of your heavy panting, jayces breath fanning against your heated flesh and cooling mess between your thighs. he takes one last huff of your scent and nuzzle into the now damp curls on your mound before he is crawling back up your body and popping down over you again.

part of you wants to slap him upside the head and kick him out of your room for doing all of that, but the second his eyes lock with yours and you see his softened gaze and dopey smile, cheeks a mess of slick and spit, you decided the intense reprimanding hes gonna get can wait until later

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im so sorry idk why the only thing i can actually complete is smut despite sucking balls at smut lawkjejdhf was working on the michael nsfw but got blasted with doggy jayce so here we are

[clayclayton332]

My internet went out for 4 hours, what else could i do but draw Fiddleford on Mspaint??? ANYTHING ELSE!?! NO WAY!!!

[nyaskitten]

I feel like when you take into account that an "Elemental Power" is just what they call superpowers in Ninjago, it's way harder to get upset about bullshit powers like Mind, Speed, Reflex, Surface Tension, etc.

It's literally just Quirks from MHA, no need to go on a million rants on how every new element is the stupidest shit Ninjago has ever done.

Sure an "element" should be based more on like. Physical elemental things or whatever but. There's not exactly an infinite amount of elements to go around that they can make man they gotta just start bullshitting and frankly I support this endeavor.

[quiverymango]

Y'know what? Screw it...[WoF-ifies your Fiddlestan]

[flufflecat]

this is STILL not my beautiful wife

[lunaartblog]

Hello Gravity Falls fandom

[skeleton---arts]

God help me I'm thinking about those old men again

[sordidsun]

what a freak (affectionate)