Tag: stan

marypsue:

So, I finally figured out what I want to do with Ford for TAU.

As has shown up in a couple of my fics so far, I’m interpreting the Transcendence ‘verse as diverging from canon during the events of NWHS. Canon Bill set up Weirdmageddon so it’d catapult him into our reality, as evidenced by cipherhunt; Mary’s Highly Individualised Version of TAU Bill went after the rift as the portal was opening, because he had other plans about how to gain absolute power over the physical world (which show up in RB) that required the kids to be the ones to ‘defeat’ him. Anything I’ve written for TAU that isn’t set hundreds of years in the future is based on the assumption that Stan had to choose to destroy the portal in order to save the kids (and the world). 

This takes Ford out of the picture – which I honestly don’t think is a bad thing, especially not right post-Transcendence, while everyone is trying to come to terms with and figure out what’s happened, especially to Dipper. Ford as he first appears would not be able to trust Dipper, would probably try to convince the rest of the family not to either, would pick fights with Stan and try to destroy Dipper utterly and make Mabel feel bad for sticking by her brother and generally just make things even messier and worse than they would be in regular TAU. I think having Ford there right from the jump is not the kind of conflict I want in my TAU stuff. But I also don’t want to leave him out of the picture entirely – largely because that is so unfair to Stan and I can’t be that cruel to him but also because I may have a favourite character. Plus, I’ve already written stuff with r!Fords, so obviously he makes it back to GF’s dimension somehow.

So Ford just gets introduced…later.

Because there’s no way that, once Mabel finds out what Stan was trying to do with the portal, she’d let things lie like that. Dipper would forgive Stan in a heartbeat – he didn’t know what was going to happen, he was trying to save his twin, he shut it all down as soon as it undeniably put the kids in danger – but I don’t think he’d be the one to initially say, “Well, that’s no good, we’re going to rip open the fabric of reality and make this better!”

And they would rip open the fabric of reality to make things better. Because Grunkle Stan gave up everything for them, the least they can do is help him get it back. It took thirty years to rebuild the portal the first time, true, and that was without it having blown up to kingdom come, buuuut Stan only had a third of the blueprints then. And was working with blueprints that were supposed to build something the entire Nightmare Realm could come spilling through, not just one guy. And didn’t have a friendly demon who would tell him where Bill had intentionally sabotaged the blueprints in order to create the rift and bring about an entire apocalypse, and also where to find the materials, and also go get said materials, in exchange for candy. And didn’t have a handyman who would do anything for him ready and willing to do the hammering and sawing and heavy lifting for him. Or the power of Mabel!

Because, see, it took thirty years the first time because Stan was alone. But he’s not alone anymore.

(And then they eventually – though not too far in the future – get Ford back and there is much rejoicing, bickering, slow gaining of trust, etc., etc. And all is well.)

Pokemon Go Headcannons

Older people/ people that aren’t really into the game, but downloaded it to hang out with their kids have insane luck. The younger audience huddles around 5-pokestops with lures all day and just gets Magikarp, while Someone like Stan goes to the store and comes back “Hey, I got one of those blue and white snake things. Drain-TV or something. Is that any good?” It infuriates Dipper to no end, while Mabel is begging him to take her phone with him next time he goes out to get her a Jigglypuff.

If it comes out in the distant future, forget the AR. They can project a hologram to make it appear like they’re there to other people too. It’s one of the first times this kind of technology is used in a common setting, convincing programmers with the Sight to rework the app in a crude attempt to show normal people what the see with the Sight. It has to be toyed around with for each individual person with the color and shape settings, and pretty much needs to be adjusted with every time you use it. Although many people with The Sight are now happy to be able to give their families a vague idea of the world they see regularly. Pokemon Go still gets more downloads.

seiya234:

Eventually

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His bones hurt.

To be fair, they had been hurting for the past half century
damn near about, but since breaking both hips and having to be in a chair, they
had gained a special kind of ache.

Stan snorted to himself.

If he had known all those years ago what he did now, maybe
he wouldn’t have done as much stupid shit, like punching a tree on a drunken
dare, or jumping out of a second story window to escape Rico’s thugs or-

Well.

He hadn’t been worried about his future back then. He wasn’t
thinking of years or even months ahead, but only seconds and minutes at a time,
the occasional day and hour.

Everything had been on the edge. Everything in his life
could be (was) taken from him at any second.

He thought he was going to be dead before 20.

He thought he was going to be dead before 25.

Then there was Ford and the portal and thirty long years of
work and waiting, and the waiting was a form of death itself.

Stan smiled.

He had smoked and drank too damn much and if it weren’t for
Dipper’s help half his organs would be shot by now. He should have died of a
hundred thousand different things long before this.

He hadn’t thought about what would happen to him. Why would
he? Nothing good ever seemed to happen to him to look forward to.

He looked down at the two babies sleeping in his arms.
Myrtle and Linden Pines, the newest members of the Pines family. Hank and Vivi
had brought them down for him to meet since he… wasn’t getting out of the house
much these days.

Hank, one of the kids he helped raise.

Eventually, he wanted to tell his younger self, eventually
everything would be okay.

(A younger him would have spat in his face and told him to
shut the fuck up, and that thought brought a smile to Stan’s face.)

In Your Game For Two 4/5

marypsue:

Part One / Part Two / Part Three / Part Four / Part Five

on AO3

(A note: this fic was plotted and begun before s2e11 aired, and a few most of its plot points no longer cooperate with canon. As such, please read
this fic as diverging from canon after s2e10, Northwest Mansion
Mystery!)

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Mabel woke up the next morning feeling like she hadn’t slept at all.

Well, she had barely slept, what with waking up at odd hours and having to go looking for Dipper all over the place, but she really couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt this bone-tired. Maybe it was because of the nightmare she’d had. She couldn’t quite remember what it had been about, but it sat at the front of her brain anyway, fuzzy and unfocused but impossible to ignore.

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One Demon Band

phenyxsnest:

Vignettes of Dipper and his Sousaphone, inspired by these three prompts/headcanons:

http://transcendence-au.tumblr.com/post/141629959993/we-need-dipper-playing-the-devil-went-down-to#notes
http://transcendence-au.tumblr.com/post/106482322538/summonings-only-work-for-a-limited-time-right#notes
http://transcendence-au.tumblr.com/post/105883561004/headcanon-that-alcor-will-occasionally-show-up-to#notes

On AO3 // On FF.net

Now that Dipper was a demon, and he had a reputation to maintain, he felt he needed to look and act the part. Dignified, suave, cultured, with a hint of menace and danger.

There was one slight problem with keeping up that facade, however, and it boiled down to this – once a dork, always a dork.

Oh, he could manage it when he was ‘working’, but it shattered soon after getting home, around people he could trust.

And while Dipper loved playing the violin, which could be highly dignified, a respected and cultured instrument, and he enjoyed playing it for his family, well…he also loved his old sousaphone and no amount of faked dignity could hide it.

Luckily, the triplets liked it when their silly uncle got out the ‘big blorty-horn’, as they called it. (They were four. Mabel thought it was adorable, and so did the rest of the family, they just weren’t as vocal about it as she was.)

They loved his violin, too, but most of the time, it was for soothing, for lullabies and nighttime. The sousaphone, on the other hand, was loud, and obnoxious, and perfect for entertaining toddlers.

Dipper was in the middle of giving his stars their own personal sousaphone concert (with Stan providing backup in the form of sarcastic commentary from inside the house each time there was a pause) when he felt the pull of an unavoidable summons.

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marypsue:

The first time Dipper Pines saw his great-uncle cry, it was only because Stan thought he was alone.

Dipper knew Stan thought he was alone, because he’d watched. All day, Dipper had been trailing around the Shack, mostly following Mabel, watching as everyone picked themselves up and tried to put themselves back together after the apocalypse-that-wasn’t. Yesterday, he’d done everything he could think of to get their attention, screaming until the remaining windows cracked, but only Mabel had shown even the faintest signs of noticing and even she’d been persuaded she was imagining things. But over the long night that followed, the panic had worn away and reality had started to sink in, leaving Dipper stunned into numbness and barely able to float aimlessly after Mabel.  Even the prospect of spending forever as a disembodied wisp of consciousness barely registered as a blip on his emotional radar.

It was only once Mabel was tucked into bed, one arm wrapped securely around Waddles, her sniffles having died into snores, that Dipper felt the first unpleasant jab of emotion, like pins and needles in his brain. He didn’t want to spend another long night alone with nothing but his thoughts and the bitter truth. He left Mabel curled up with Waddles only after searching the room thoroughly, making sure that the roof wasn’t going to fall in on her in the night. He’d almost lost her once, and it was once too often.

Dipper slipped down through the floor, heading for the living room. Maybe, if he was lucky, Stan would have fallen asleep with the TV on.

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Uncle

“They’re beautiful.”

Stan looked at Dipper, who was physical for once, and
looking at their new nephew and nieces.

(they were both uncles now. They both had that in common,
and wasn’t that a little odd, the boy he part raised and him both uncles?)

“That’s um… yeah. I guess?” Stan managed to choke out.

Truthfully Dipper was right. The three red squirmy things in
front of them were the most beautiful
amazing things (people) Stan had ever seen in his life.

He thought he had stopped believing in miracles.

Stan also thought he had stopped being such a sappy clichéd fuck,
but here he was. Trying not to cry and mostly succeeding.

A miracle that Mabel had all three of them at once.

A miracle that all three of them were alive and well. And
yes, that was down to a deal and life syphoned away but it was still a god damn
miracle.

And he didn’t care how dumb and hokey it sounded, it was his mind and…

And….

And he remembered eating out of dumpsters.

He remembered a knife in the back from a friend.

He remembered jail, and how cold the cell got at night and
how hard the bunks were.

He remembered thirty years of cold lonely nights, an empty
house.

Two kids, and a girl that kept him in her home, her life.

Trusted her with her children.

“Yeah,” Stan said. “You’re right kid. They are beautiful.”

Headcanon

Sooooooo…

A few days ago after re-watching the Stanchurian candidate I cam up with a headcanon.

A Stan reincarnation running for president. And winning. 

Then, a Ford reincarnation could either be his Vice-president or an opposing candidate.

I dunno, I’m stupid but it seemed like an okay idea.

Not stupid at all!

(FWIW Dipper does…. not know how he feels about all this. He remembers Stan’s mayoral run all too well still)