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This is hype omgggg

this trend but with EuRi

it seems like stan only started using the eyepatch for his most recent version of mr mystery, so i wonder if it's a stretch to assume he started wearing it to hide his burned off eyebrow (suspending our disbelief for a second and pretending they don't show up on top of his fez via cartoon logic), only to keep wearing it cos he ended up finding it fun (and definitely not because it reminded him of those days when he pretended to be pirates with ford...)

Don’t send your bro away, Ford. He’s tired and injured. And it’s blizzard outside.

upd. I hope you don’t think Ford is saying this because of some ‘greater good’ stuff. He just doesn’t want Stan to get hurt even more. Ford is scared for his brother’s life, Stan is vulnerable now and Bill can try to get to him. Or hurt him somehow with Ford’s hands.

@nightingalejune thanks for the tags :)

Bord

(Had a bit of a Ford moment below.)

Miscellaneous Sketches and Further Explanation of Headcanon Below Cut (Heads Up! Slight Blood and Depictions of Semi-Consciousness)

Typed Out Description of my Written Words Verbatim:

Text Box 1 (Above):

"I'd imagine coming out of possession would leave Ford in a LONG state of limpness/grogginess (I wouldn't be surprised if Fidds found him slumped over his workspace, phasing in and out [of consciousness]).

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"Like I get the frenzied state, but I'd love to see the state of numbness that comes w/ possession."

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"In my head, Fidds would probably check on Ford, making sure his heart rate was regular (for lack of better term), and make sure to properly accommodate him after a 'bender' (again, for lack of better term). But take my interpretations with a grain of salt, I have a LOT of lore to catch up with. (Smiley face)."

Part 17

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Part 1

Just another silly part full of happy wholesome fun times.

Blind Eye!Stan sneak peek!!

I’ll be drawing the full ref sheets later this week, but here’s a lil portrait of stan in my blind eye au! :3 memory gun scar idea is inspired by a piece i saw by @leo-artista

+ without the hood

in this au, fiddleford is the leader of the society of the blind eye, and stan has become his #1 disciple!! what happens with ford, realizing his brother hasn’t responded to his post card, comes across this sickly stanley devoted to his quickly deteriorating former assistant?

Stanley finds himself in an underground boxing match, he's doing pretty well despite being one of the youngest, so much so that he is invited to a different kind of fighting match.

He's told that it's one where any type of fighting is allowed and his curiosity is piqued... but as he makes it to the round 'Vale Tudo' and his opponent waves to a friend close by who throws him a knife, Stan realises he's in more than he bargained for

The fight doesn't end until one of them is down...and Stan withdraws as soon as he realises he can't make it...Only the fight doesn't stop. No, he realises, it only stops when one's hearts does.

"You or him" he hears his Pa telling him like the very first boxing match "and if it's you I swear I'm going to make you regret it"

Before Stan knows it his arm is being raised victorious and despite the crowds excitement his ears won't stop ringing. For the first time he realises: it's a dog-eat-dog world

Stanford's love language is exploring obstacle and unknown places with someone

Chapter Six of My Gravity Falls AU :3 -

https://archiveofourown.org/works/61636426/chapters/162765922

How to accidentally kill a god, for the wip asks?

It's a oneshot I wrote in the middle of the night when I was dead sick

How to Accidentally Kill a God

Fiddleford was in a room in the museum (that everyone seemed to forget existed) punching letters of a name into the memory gun

Fiddleford hesitated for a second. Was he really going to go through with this? Yes. it's too late for second-guessing. Besides, he had already made up his mind to pull the trigger

He finished typing in the name and held the bulb of the memory gun up to his head, but before he had the chance, Fiddleford heard it echoing through the empty halls of the museum

that oh so familiar but strange voice, from that oh so familiar yet strange man

But something was very, very wrong, the voice was laughing, a high-pitched shrill laugh that made Fiddleford's head throb

He was right across the room. When did he get there? Fiddleford supposed It only made sense that he'd be here at the end

But this wasn't Fiddleford's used to be friend, or whatever he wanted to call him.

This was something else

The gaze staring at him from across the room wasn't Stanford's soft brown eyes. No, these eyes were glowing a putrid radioactive shade of yellow

These were the eyes of a monster

"You look terrible specs," the thing forced out of his once friend's month

A million thoughts raced through Fiddleford head, what had happened to Ford since they last parted ways? Why was it puppeteering Ford's body? Why did it have...so many bandages...

He could see something too dark to be tears running down one of the monster's cheeks

"How did you find me?" Fiddleford spat out

"Oh, you're not nearly as unseen as you'd like to believe, I have eyes everywhere. "

It lurched and contorted a bit closer,

Fiddleford backed away, not wanting that thing to get too close. "Wh what do you want?" he said with a shaky voice

"figured I'd drop by cause Mr. IQ over here has had you on the mind recently." it spoke in its stolen voice."And all tho I'd never admit it to him, I'm running out of ideas! Yet he still stubbornly refuses to comply. so I think it's time for some, drastic measures”

It was unexpectedly fast for something possessing Ford. (who had never run a day in his life) In an instant, it closed the gap between it and Fiddleford

Fiddleford panicked, adrenaline kicking in. Before he even knew what happened, there was a blue flash of light, and Ford's body fell to the floor like a puppet whose strings had been cut off

There was no way of knowing what would happen to someone who had their own name erased

I never got the dialogue to a place I was happy with, so I never posted it (still not happy with it, but oh well)