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[selfshipping-shapeshifter]

I think this is the best description of their character I could have asked for

So true

Also ooo of course it's triangles...

[selfshipping-shapeshifter]

I'M DYINF-

is this anything

[sleepii-moth]

let them cook! what could go wrong??

[dammjamboy]

grunkles at the beach!

[selfshipping-shapeshifter]

Aww look at him :3

I KNEW I had seen that blue tuxedo somewhere

[sunnyxjarrus]

This is not my song I just found it on tik tok

A billford breakup song by Wren/@anothermanicmezzo on tik tok(they/them)

I’m actually obsessed with this

@local-lover-boy I am literally only making this into a post because it was too long to send as a text

[uncleardyn]

(alan wake-gravity falls crossover) man i love that character. you know, the deeply paranoid author who made a pact with a dark entity that ultimately ended with him stranded in another dimension separated from his loved ones for years at a time? takes place in the pacific northwest? has twin imagery associated with him and a reoccurring specific piece of symbology related to the unfortunate situation they're in? doesn't ever explain the reasoning behind his actions and instead just kinda goes "bro trust me"? yeah he also wears an outer layer of clothing with elbow pads on it, that one.

[41protons]

Another thing about this AU is that Ford wears turtlenecks even at a younger age. Because I like it. Full stop

[selfshipping-shapeshifter]

I REMEMBER SEEING SOMETHING LIKE THAT IN A ONESHOT BUT I DON'T REMEMBER WHICH ONE-

She got him a six fingered kitten

[iwanttorundirectlyintothesun]

i was told to throw this into the tumblr abyss so that others have to deal with it but i need to know how people would do this

ford as gorty our resident evil artificer, clever, quick witted (handsome young man) and bill as the spawn of a bloody god, destined to be the last thing alive before murder takes all

or the other way around goddamn can you imagine having the dark urge in your head not as just a voice telling you to murder people but as a little dude who wants you to go mad and could potentially just possess you

[selfshipping-shapeshifter]

AU where Ford summons Jill first, where Jill becomes his muse instead of Bill, where Ford doesn't fall for Bill's manipulation

Standing in front of the cave paintings, Ford reads the warnings written down for anyone wishing to summon one of the two demons. One cave painting has a triangle with a tall top hat and a bow tie while the other has a triangle with a shorter top hat, a monocle, and a ribbon tie, the same markings on both of the cryptic wheel.

Do NOT summon Bill Cipher at all costs! He craves the destruction of our universe and will trick anyone to get what he wants! He has manipulated me and plagued me with nightmares every night when I refused to do what he wished. Whatever you do, do NOT trust any yellow triangles trying to make a deal with you! DON'T read Bill's incantations out loud!

Huh, noted. Don't summon any yellow triangles. Ford notes it down in his journal and turns to read the message on the other wheel.

If you wish to summon a powerful dream demon, Jill Cipher is the more trustworthy one. This demon still has morals, unlike their twin brother. I've made a few deals with this demon and I can safely say my interactions with them were much more pleasant than Bill's, not to mention how they kept me safe from him and his nightmares. If you need to trust a demon, this one's your demon!

Well, now Ford knows which demon to summon. He notes it down before reading the incantations to summon Jill out loud. After a moment...nothing happens. His eyebrows furrow as he frowns in questioning before leaving the cave.

Much later he's sitting against a tree in a birch forest; his eyelids growing heavy as he begins to slowly doze off. His eyes flutter shut and when he opens them again, he finds himself leaning against a big pine tree on a floating island, a beautiful, vibrant, and vivid galaxy as the sky with a few more floating islands surrounding the one he's on in varying distances and sizes.

Ford gasps in awe and stands up, slowly wandering around the island he's on while looking around at the scenery. The island he's on has a small pond and a bunch of beautiful plants and flowers, some of which are bioluminescent.

He steps up to the edge and looks down, wondering what would happen if he fell off the edge. It's just a dream, right? But it's too vivid to just be a dream...

"Welcome!" Upon hearing the echo-y voice with a strange filter to it, Ford spins around to see, not the triangle he thought he was going to see but someone with a humanoid body that resembles said triangle, floating above the pond with a bright, toothy smile, a fang poking out.

This demonic figure has a short, plump, curvy, and feminine body type with royal purple skin, a glowing light purple left eye and a black triangular eyepatch covering the right, black shoulder length hair parted to the side with a dark yet vibrant red color on their tips on the right and purple on the left, fangs, claws with a black gradient on their arms and legs with a glowing brick pattern on their arms in the colors cyan, hot pink, and sea foam green. They wear a monocle, a small floating top hat, and a fancy outfit with a white button-up shirt and black ribbon tie, a black and white galaxy skirt, a purple vest with a brick pattern on it, and a black trench coat with a few tints of purple on it.

"Who- who are you...?" Ford gasps softly, staring at the eldrich being in awe. "Are you...Jill Cipher?"

"Yep! I'd prefer if you call me Amber, though!" Amber tips their top hat at him with a dramatic and graceful bow. "You must be Stanford Pines, the one who summoned me! It's a pleasure to meet you!"

"I-I am, how did you know?" Ford asks and takes a step closer to them.

"It's a little ability I have; I know people's names before they even mention it, like second nature." Amber floats down to the island and steps up to him. With the snap of their fingers, a table and chairs appear out of thin air next to them, the table covered with teacups and plates and all kinds of sweets. "Want something to snack on? Some tea?"

"I-I'd love that." Ford sits himself in front of them and picks up a tea cup, sipping the tea already inside. It has a sweet taste to it with a hint of something fruity to it- probably raspberries if he's assuming correctly. The taste feels so real it's like he's actually drinking it.

Ford takes a moment to look around at the galaxy in awe, admiring all the stars and the bright colors. "Where are we?"

Amber smiles at his amazed reaction, sipping their own tea. "What do you think? It's my own personal little pocket dimension. When I visit people's dreams, I usually use this as my scenery."

"It's...beautiful..." Ford mutters softly, the bright stars reflecting off his eyes in an enchanting way. Amber finds themselves staring for a little moment longer before speaking.

"Thank you; I made it." Amber says proudly and sips their tea with a smile on their lips.

"You made this?" Ford turns his attention to Amber.

"Yep! Every single detail comes from my own imagination, my own mind. Every shimmer of the stars, every shine of the bioluminescent plants, everything." Amber says and sets their tea cup down, grabbing a cookie and taking a bite out of it.

"You must have a beautiful mind, then." Ford unconsciously replies, not realizing how flirty it sounded until it was out of his mouth.

A bright, genuine grin spreads on Amber lips and they glance away, blushing a faint...silver? "Thank you." Amber says, biting their lip with their fang.

Ford smiles at their flustered reaction, feeling proud of himself for making a powerful being like Amber blush. "Incredible...I've never seen anything blush silver before..." He mutters in awe.

"Ah, that. Yeah, my blood looks like mercury." Amber shrugs, turning to face him again and finishing up their cookie.

Ford stands up and quickly steps in front of Amber, cupping their chubby cheeks and staring at their blush in awe, noticing their silver freckles too. "Incredible..." He mutters to himself, unaware of how intimate this is.

Amber's silver blush glows brighter and they look up at him, staring into his eyes and admiring the way the stars shine off of it.

"May I have a sample?" Ford breaks the silence, unconsciously stroking their cheek with his thumb.

"Ah- sure, once I get a physical form. Be careful though, my blood makes people nauseous." Amber warns, resisting the urge to melt in his touch.

"Oh don't worry, I don't mind the sight of blood." Ford shrugs off their warning.

"No, I mean it will make you nauseous. Physically it can make anyone feel nausea just by being near it...for some reason??" Amber warns again.

"Incredible..." Ford mutters, thinking to himself.

Amber focuses their attention on his hands cupping their cheeks, and soon they realize something just by touch alone. "You have six fingers?"

Ford tenses up and glances away. "Yes..."

"That's amazing." Amber says with a smile and places their hand on top of his, feeling his extra fingers, mindful not to scratch him with their claw.

Now it's Ford's turn to blush. He perks up and looks down at them with wide eyes, surprised by their gentle touch and compliment on something he's been bullied for all his life. "Y-You really think so...?"

"Of course, why wouldn’t I?" Amber replies in a soft tone with a warm smile.

Ford realizes just how intimate this is and pulls his hands away from their face, stepping back and sitting back down in his chair. "Wha- What was with the triangle, on the wall of the cave?" He changes the subject, hoping they don't notice how red his cheeks are.

"Which one?"

"The one with the monocle."

"Ah, yes. That's what I used to look like before I changed my form to a more humanoid one. I mostly have a physical body, but I can’t go into your dimension yet because I haven't found a portal to take me there." Amber explains, taking a cake pop off the table and taking a bite out of it.

"Why do you want to come to my dimension?" Ford asks, grabbing a brownie off the table and taking a bite out of it. The taste is a rich, delicious chocolate and the brownie itself is soft- it feels like he's actually eating it.

"To explore. Your dimension interests me; I haven't been to it yet but I want to spend some time there, to get to know the place. Especially Gravity Falls; that's where most of the weirdness is at." Amber smiles at him and finishes their cake pop, setting the stick on the table.

"What if I built you a portal?" Ford asks, finishing off his brownie and leaning back against the chair.

Amber grins brightly at him when he suggests that. "That's right, you're a genius inventor and scientist."

He glances away with a flustered grin, rubbing the back of his neck. "Thank you- ah, y-yes, I am."

"That's very sweet, offering to build a portal just for me. Why, if I may ask?" Amber leans against their arms on the table, their elbows resting on the surface of the table while their head rests on the back of their hands.

Ford's cheeks heat up at their soft tone of voice and the look they're giving him. He glances away, his eyes darting down to the grass of the island. "Well- I-I just...I-It could be nice, seeing you in real life and not just my dreams."

Amber stares for a moment with a genuine smile on their lips- so far this human is the cutest thing they've ever seen. "I'd like that."

"Do- do we have to make a deal, or...?" He trails off.

"We don't have to, but if you want to we can." Amber shrugs.

Ford takes a moment to think. "If I build you a portal to access my dimension, would you show me around yours?"

Amber's smile falters and they glance down, a hint of sorrow in their eye. "Unfortunately, I can't show you my home dimension. Or, the dimension I originally came from." Amber says softly.

Ford's eyebrows furrow and he gives them a sympathetic look. "What happened...?"

"My dimension was destroyed many, many years ago." Amber says softly, a slight frown playing on their lips.

"By what...?" Ford asks softly, not wanting to bring back bad memories.

Amber pauses for a moment. "Have you met my brother, Bill?" He shakes his head. "Okay good, he hasn't influenced you yet." Amber takes a pause and leans back in their chair, waiting for a moment before speaking. "My brother has become a very cruel triangle over the years, but he wasn't always that way. He destroyed our dimension purely on accident- he just wanted our people to see the stars, unaware it would cause our dimension to burn into ashes. If you ask him, he'd tell you he purposely destroyed it; but I know what really happened. It was a horrible accident made from pure intentions."

"I'm...so sorry you had to go through that..." Ford says softly with a frown, his eyebrows furrowing in sympathy for his new friend.

Amber nods in acknowledgement, as if to say thank you without saying it. "I believe I've mostly healed since then, it's been many years since." A moment of silence fills the dream before Amber sits up. "Anyway, you were saying?"

"Ah, right- well..." He thinks for a moment. "If I build you a portal to access my dimension, can you take me to some of the dimensions you've been to?"

"Of course, and I'll even protect you from harm." Amber smiles at him.

"I appreciate that." Ford smiles back at them. "Would you also mind helping me with my research?"

"Of course. I'd be more than happy to help a scientist as handsome as you." Amber says. Did they just...flirt with him?? A demon as attractive as they are, flirting with a mere mortal such as him?? Ford couldn't me more flattered.

"I-I- uh...th-thank you!" He clears his throat, glancing down at the grass. Why is he so attracted to a being so far from human? He's never felt this way with anyone before...wait, they're a demon, right? He wonders what it would be like if they possessed him... "Is...Is there anything you want, to make this deal fair?"

"I think the deals already pretty fair; I mean, you're building me a portal, that's a lot of work already." Amber shrugs.

"Well..." How does he word this? "Maybe...if you need access to my dimension before the portal is finished, you could...possess me?" What a ridiculous request; Ford can feel the heat rushing to his cheeks again.

"Are you sure? I could possess a doll or something instead?" Amber asks with a smile, slightly surprised he's offering to be possessed just like that.

"I'm sure." Ford replies almost immediately.

Letting out a giggle, Amber stands up and approaches him, a smile on their lips. "Alright; if that's what you want, then let's make it official." They hold out their hand for him to shake, a blue flame surrounding it. Ford hesitates, not sure if it would burn him, before he takes their hand in his in a firm handshake, sealing the deal.

"A deals a deal." Ford says, glancing down at their clawed hand before looking back up at their face.

"I promise if I ever need to possess you, I'll take good care of your body." Amber reassures with a warm smile.

"Thank you, my muse..."

[ouijarat]

Too Weird to Love, Too Scared to Die.

Chapter One

(This was just a silly goofy idea that my partner convinced me to get out of my brain and onto the internet. This takes place in an alternate Weirdmageddon Finale scenario. Btw I hardly ever write and this is my first fic like ever so PLEASE BE NICE TO ME and let me know if y'all like it. Ty <3)

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“I’ll give it to you!” Stanford Pines’ voice echoed from the cage and through the cavernous hall of the fearamid. The world seemed to stop as Stanford’s once beloved Muse-turned-monster’s gigantic eye turned from the two children in his grasp he was about to send to meet their maker a moment ago and onto him. Bill’s gaze was as blinding as the sun. 

“I’ll give you the equation, Cipher! Just… don’t hurt my family… please.” 

Bill stared while Dipper and Mabel’s terrified expressions drilled themselves into Ford’s mind during the stillness. Just as Dipper opened his mouth, seemingly to protest against Ford’s decision, Bill’s shrill, inhuman laughter enveloped their senses; the sound loud enough to rattle one’s skull and make one’s ears bleed should they stand too close. 

“Oh, Sixer! I just knew you’d come around~!” The demon cackled smugly, depositing the young twins on a high up support beam, safe for the time being yet out of their uncles’ reach. The grotesque, gargantuan form of arms and teeth and tongues the triangle had reverted to when angered began to shrink back down to size, the red fading back to yellow as he looked down at Ford with as much sick satisfaction a creature without a proper face could possibly express.

“I’m so happy you’ve finally, finally come to your senses!” 

Stanford looked over his shoulder to glance at his brother, expecting to read contempt, maybe anger at Ford for not thinking of something fast enough; but when their eyes met he only saw fear and uncertainty. He couldn’t bear it, so he averted his gaze. He yelped as his body was lifted off the obsidian palace floor as Bill effortlessly levitated him out of his confinement.

 “I’ve gotta say, IQ,  you really had me going there! I thought you were actually gonna make me kill one of the brats!” He gently dropped Stanford in front of his now much less threatening form, straightening out his bowtie as his little heels collided with the ground with a small click, making himself level with Ford as though foolishly trying to perpetuate the illusion that they were equals here. The laughable notion of respect. 

Ford grimaced, six fingernails digging into each of his palms as he steeled himself, remaining woefully silent. Bill was clearly annoyed that Ford refused to play into his verbal sparring, the demon’s expression souring. 

“Aw c’mon, Fordsie. Don’t be like that. Cheer up! Soon I’ll be free, and I can give you everything you’ve ever wanted!” 

Ford’s eyes darted up to the two children clinging onto each other at least 30 feet above him before he looked back to Bill, his expression flat. “You could never give me anything I would truly want.” 

The triangle looked almost hurt for a moment before he laughed again, regaining his composure.

“And why’s that?” 

Stanford stared at him. “You’re selfish,” He said, his voice tainted with the shadow of disdain. “You couldn’t emotionally fulfill another person if you tried. You’re a monster.”

The demon’s eye twitched, his gaze suddenly distant as his yellow glow seemed to dim. Above them, Dipper squeezed Mabel’s hand in a vice grip, scared that Ford had just signed his own death certificate. Instead, Bill just snapped back to normal in an instant, giggling again. “We’ll see about that. But for now..” He extended a dainty black arm, his hand suddenly engulfed in blue flame awaiting Ford’s palm to complete their deal. 

“Let’s get this show on the road. Eh, Sixer?” 

Ford looked down at the floor below him, too ashamed to meet his family’s gaze as he pressed what was, for all intents and purposes, the big red button for the apocalypse. At least they’ll be safe. He held his breath and grasped Bill’s hand, memories of thirty years ago flashing through his mind as soon as they made contact. The demon’s eye widened maniacally as he cackled, his grasp tightening around Ford’s polydactyl hand as the world around him froze. His surroundings turning to black and white and sensation melting away. In a low, gentle voice Stanford hadn’t heard since he worshiped a god rather than feared a beast, Bill spoke. “You’ll see, Fordsy.” 

And suddenly Ford’s vision went dark. 

…

Stanford woke with a start and quickly shot up, having just woken from the most terrible nightmare. He caught his breath, running a hand through the graying hair that had plastered itself to his forehead with sweat, blinking blindly. His glasses must’ve fallen off the couch as he slept. Only, even for as blind as he was, he could very quickly gather that he was in… a bed. Not his bed. That was odd. He frantically groped around for his glasses, finding them neatly folded on a nightstand beside him. He pushed them up his nose with an index finger and -much to his dismay- confirmed that this was not his room, and this was not the Mystery Shack. 

Ford looked down at himself, noting the red satin pajama set he was dressed in that were also very much not his. Despite how soft the sheets were, he quickly threw them off as though they’d burned him. He stood up carefully, the hardwood floor cold against his bare feet. Taking in his surroundings, he first noticed the room had no windows or interior lamps, and yet was perfectly illuminated in warm, comforting light. Everything about the decor style was so very pointedly… him. The dark oak furniture, the golden constellation map on the wall, the chess set on the desk, the detailed antique globe in the far corner. It was all extremely reminiscent of everything he had wanted to do with his basement study back home, had he had the time. This greatly unsettled him. 

He approached the bedroom door with caution, stopping in his tracks with a hand hovering over the doorknob as he heard the sound of dishes clattering distantly somewhere else in the house. Ford gulped before turning the knob excruciatingly slowly, the door cracking open with a soft creak. Nothing jumped out at him and he wasn’t immediately incinerated, so he continued on, gently pushing it all the way open to reveal… an exceedingly normal hallway. 

The walls were adorned with refined red wallpaper and ornate picture frames, the pictures inside so familiar and yet so violently wrong. Nausea bubbled in his stomach as he stared at the family photographs he had gladly kept hung up throughout the walls of the shack, except now half the family had seemingly vanished, or rather been purposely eliminated from the photos. The only two people present in any of them were himself and Mabel, leaving eerily empty spaces where his brother and grand-nephew should have been. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the image of his grand-niece, her colorful braces on display as she smiled happily with her arms wrapped around nothing but dead air. 

Ford jumped, suddenly ripped away from his horror once more as the loud crash of pans echoed from what seemed to be a lower floor, followed by a soft string of curses in at least five different alien languages, two of which he didn’t recognize. He tiptoed further down the hallway, his right hand itching to wrap itself around the grip of his gun. He distantly wondered what had been done with it, as well as his coat. He’d miss that coat. Ford mentally cursed himself for not simply improvising a weapon sooner in case whatever was downstairs tried to attack, yet he couldn’t stop himself from inching further and further into the house and toward the noise. Damn his curiosity. 

He rounded a corner and was met with a grand staircase leading downward, taking a breath and quietly descending with his back pressed against the wall in an attempt to not risk being seen. Upon reaching the bottom, Stanford froze in place, hearing something sizzling in the next room over, accompanied by the unmistakable stench of burning roadkill. He slowly peeked around the corner, his jaw dropping at the sight before him. 

He peered into what was, he had to admit, a very nice kitchen, complete with stainless steel appliances and black granite countertops. In the middle of said kitchen, holding a pan full of what looked to be a mutilated opossum over the stove, was Bill Cipher in a frilly pink apron. Said apron had the words ‘Kiss the Triangle’ printed across the front in a loopy cursive font, a heart in place of the dot over the ’i’. 

Sensing his presence, the triangular demon turned to look at him cheerfully, eye upturned in a makeshift smile. “Heya, smart guy! I was wondering when you’d wake up, sleepyhead! You’re just in time for breakfast!”

Ford prayed to every god he knew of, earthen, alien or otherwise, that he’d wake up soon.

(Thank you for reading, let me know if you want a chapter two!)

[selfshipping-shapeshifter]

Bill: WHAT!? You're dating STANLEY PINES OF ALL PEOPLE!?!

Me: Yeah, so?

Bill: I don't know whether I'd be more pissed if you're dating Stan or Ford. Stan because he's the most annoying human I've ever seen, or Ford because you'd steal him from me.

Me: How about both? >:3

Bill: DON'T YOU DARE YOU BITCH-

Okay so update; Stan may or may not be an f/o- I'm not sure yet

Lmaoo checks out

I say call him one anyway, it never hurts if you’re wrong

[bi-biscuit]

Hello, I wanted to try something new and I am quite happy with it. Stanford Pines my beloved <3

[jellyfish-grave]

I've been meaning to make a pinned post for a while now, so...

HI!! Welcome to my blog!!! :D

I'm Camms/Sunny, I go by He/they, and I'm not giving my age srry (but im a minor).

I'm matching PFPs with my beloved @buttercup-flower-x (my love my boyfriend my world my everything yesyes wahoo!!!)🎀🎀🎀

My obsessions are Spike Chunsoft games (read: Danganronpa and Rain Code), Persona 5, Outer Wilds, Gravity Falls, Scott Pilgrim (a bit.), Project Sekai, Vocaloids in general (if u come up to me just to tell me vocaloid fans who got into it through proseka are fake fans uh. Dont 😶), a lot of extremely niche media (The Orbital Children, Tatami Galaxy or An Untitled Story for example), A Hat In Time AND THIS MFING EMOJI 🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀!!!!!!! I have a thousand OCs, and even more AUs!! :3

I draw (traditional+digital) Ocs and Fanart, I code, I sing, I write, and some other stuff ^^

You can find me on AO3 @/Jellyfish_Grave where I post some AU stuff (and sometimes even some OCs).

Classic DNI applies, but there really isn't any point saying so. Oh and DNI if you're a fandom purist. Like you only want perfect healthy stuff be created for fandoms. I'm too lazy to explain my arguments, so I'll just block you if you don't respect that! Just be nice, and don't start shipping discourse ty ❤

Anyone is welcome to DM me, but I will block you if you make me uncomfy or if you actively hate one of my favs. Nothing against you ^^

I will be horny on main at times. It's rare so I generally don't wanna make an alt just for that, but be warned. I might consider making a tag just for it so people can block it but yeah.

Blog tags are:

#Camma the drawer (art tag)

#Camma rambles (my original posts)

#camms lore??? (Vent tag) (I will not get offended if u block it. I created it so u can block it. Just don't reblog these ^^)

#Cam Ocs (for any oc related content)

#camma fics tag (self explanatory! Posts with links to my fics.)

My sideblogs are these!!

@daigo-rikuto (my p5 protagonist's blog)

@paler-entries (hasnt been updated in a while, unreality blog)

@sanananananananan (one of my p5 oc's blogs. Very empty. Bleh)

Some ships you can expect on this blog (so if they trigger you, you can leave and be on your way safely o7): Akeshu (P5, Goro Akechi×protagonist); Timebuddies (Outer Wilds, Gabbro×Player Character); Scollace (SPVTW, Scott Pilgrim×Wallace Wells); Komahina (Sdr2, Hajime Hinata×Nagito Komaeda); Makoyuma (MDA:RC, Yuma Kokohead×Makoto Kagutsuchi), Billford (Gravity Falls, (original) Stanford Pines×Bill Cipher) and some more I'm probably forgetting. I'm generally a multishipper but those are my main ones!

All of my OCs will be tagged with their full name (except the few that don't have family names, in which case the tag sample will be [story they're from] [name]).

Don't scroll too far into my danganronpa art, I was a cringe kid back then. Cringe as in had unlimited access to internet so that did not turn out well. Please don't harass me over like 2 year old posts thx

[mother-ofthe-universedraws]

I posted 150 times in 2022

That's 41 more posts than 2021!

98 posts created (65%)

52 posts reblogged (35%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@jacky-rubou

@mother-ofthe-universe

@mother-ofthe-universedraws

@ickyprincetothesun

@eeveelotions

I tagged 111 of my posts in 2022

Only 26% of my posts had no tags

#gravity falls - 102 posts

#stanley pines - 83 posts

#stan pines - 75 posts

#stanford pines - 32 posts

#ford pines - 26 posts

#grunkle stan - 24 posts

#fiddleford mcgucket - 23 posts

#mabel pines - 19 posts

#dipper pines - 17 posts

#soos ramirez - 16 posts

Longest Tag: 134 characters

#also i’m not trying to invalidate ford not getting into his dream school if that’s what people think so please don’t start an argument

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Congrats on 200 followers!! Here's to many more!

For my request, how about my paralyzed and mute Ford from my 'He Signs I Love You' fic? Maybe the other Pines's surrounding Ford on his wheelchair as he signs a story of an adventure he had during his research?

The kids had a bad idea. In their defense, Ford was 100% on board with this bad idea.

Decided to go the funny rout as usual.

Bonus:

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206 notes - Posted June 3, 2022

#4

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208 notes - Posted July 7, 2022

#3

Noticing small details and having feelings

210 notes - Posted April 4, 2022

#2

TW: themes of self-hate, depression and past self harm/suicidal thoughts, past sexual harassment and non-consensual drugging, panic attacks, cPTSD, and some minor codependency issues.

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249 notes - Posted April 13, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Day 2 of the @gf10yearslaterzine challenge; Favorite Journal page

I’m not sure what to do for art for this piece so I just took a picture of the book itself.

I love this page so much. Just… Ford realizing where he went wrong; the folly in his insistence in self-isolation. His biggest flaw to me was always his dismissal of others; his brother especially; people need other people. And it was super cathartic to see him realize that; see him realize how important the people around him really are, and how he shouldn’t take them for granted.

To me, Ford is a guy who buried his self-hate under an ego, and insisted that he was better than everyone else to cover up the fact that he didn’t see himself worthy of other people unless he proved himself to be extraordinary. It never occurred to him that others could love him as he was, and because of this, he was quickly dismissive of the ones who did because they’re love just didn’t compute with how he thought of himself. His self-worth issues lead to his arrogance and refusal to consider other people; he had to be the lone hero because he had to prove he deserved to exist. And it’s super nice to see him being ok with simply being.

Also, after all the hurting Stanley put himself through for his brother, seeing him finally get the love he deserved added to the heartwarming. He worked so hard for his brother and was knocked around so often for his efforts. This man more than earned his happy ending, Damnit!

Anyways,

Apology page my beloved

465 notes - Posted June 6, 2022

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