Stan clearly makes a deal for this because in your face Ford.
captaingrayface: what if the difference in size is exactly one millimeter?
their side by side graves include a built in ruler just to make sure people get the point
Tag: stan
blame @avespecora for this
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In her heart of hearts, Mabel preferred photos to video.
After all, you didn’t need any equipment to experience photos except for your
eyes! And you couldn’t scrapbook videos or use them as bookmarks or put them in
a super awesome puff paint photo frame that you made special just for that
memory.That being said, some moments called for video. This one in
particular required not only video, but her nice
actual video camera, rather than the little one in her phone.Using the zoom feature from her vantage point on the stairs,
she targeted the two men who were sprawled over each other on the couch. Tucked
between them was a now empty bottle of the weird rotgut that Ford and Grunkle
Stan made together the last time Grunkle Ford came to visit. Mabel knew that
Stan threw in a bunch of weird berries that he found in the forest, and Ford
dipped something glowing in.“Dip-“
Henry’s eyes were completely blurry, his left eye looking in
almost a completely opposite direction from his right, and a tiny bit of drool
was coming out of his mouth.“You’re like, my best friend Dipper. Like, liiiiike I know
Mabel should be my best friend because we are married but you’re my best friend
and I love you.”“No. Nooooo Henry you don’t understand. You’re my best friend. I best friend you more
than you best friend me.”Something they had found out, her and Dipper, when they got
drunk for the first time at 19, was that when Dipper was drunk, he sparkled.
Literally.Skin broken out in brilliant golden sparkles, Dipper tried
to boop Henry on the nose and instead poked him in the eye. Henry gently grabbed Dipper’s finger and
placed it back on Dipper’s lap.“No, you’re my best friend. I never had a best friend and
now I have all the best friends but I think you’re my bestest bestest friend.”Dipper looked completely affronted.
“But you’re my bestest bestest friend in the whole world!”
Henry shook his head gravely. “No, you’re my best friend in the whole world.”
The smell of old shirts and Ben Gay came up from behind Mabel.
“How long have these losers been at it again?” Stan asked
quietly.Mabel pulled her phone out of her pocket to check the time. “Um,
forty seven minutes.Stan shook his head.
“That’s the last time I let Ford brew with me.”
HC: When the time comes, Dipper and Mabel do make sure that Stan’s headstone is ever-so-slightly bigger than Ford’s.
Stan clearly makes a deal for this because in your face Ford.
Taming the Wild Pt 2
Dipper looked down at the video in his hands, turning it over and
over in obvious confusion. “Jamie…how did you even get this?”Jamie
shrugged nonchalantly, though his cheeks were dusted with pink and he
was fiddling with his glasses. “Kurt might…be trying to brag,” he
said, free hand gesturing vaguely. “That he, you know, managed to make
an episode about Gravity Falls before I did? Even though I’ve been here
longer? And wanted to rub it in?”“And he just…gave you
the video he made?” Dipper asked incredulously. “Of the unaired episode?
Of the show he made that he thinks is competing with yours?”“Well,
just a copy,” Jamie modified. “I just…he was bragging about getting
‘the Dreambender’ on film, so I figured all of you should watch it with
me, and see just what he’s planning on before this gets out. Sort
of…ah…early damage control? I didn’t watch it yet, I don’t know just
what he saw. He doesn’t do the research I do, so he pumps out episodes
faster, but…and he can be pretty arrogant about the quality of what he
does.”“The big problem is if he found out names or how
we’re all related,” Dipper said honestly. “I…if he found out mine it
would be a problem and no mistake but…if they find out about Mabel and
everyone else…”“Let’s just watch, yeah? And worry
after,” Jamie said, wilting when Dipper looked at him. “I…might have
already been worrying about it for a few hours? And maybe panicking?
Just a little?”“…yeah, you get the notebooks and popcorn and I’ll round up everybody else,” Dipper said.
Alright, heyo! I’ve heard of this AU only a couple of hours ago with a shamchat Dipper/Alcor. I played Stanford and I knew literally nothing about it, but the RP came out a success! It didn’t get finished (as it was shamchat), but now I’m looking more into the AU to find that… at least in your summary, there is nothing about Stan or Ford. What happened there?
Stan takes in the twins when their parents find they can’t provide the upbringing Dipper and Mabel need given their new circumstances. The Mystery Shack is converted into the first ever Library on the Supernatural, though Stan does still sell a few knick-knacks on the side. Old habits and all that. He lives a long, fulfilling life, passing away well into old age and long after getting to meet not only his great-great niblings, but even some great-great-great ones.
Ford…Ford is where it gets interesting.
You see, this AU began before Ford returned to Gravity Falls, and so a lot of the establishing material didn’t include him. A lot of the establishing material, for that matter, still trusted that Stanford was Stanley’s real name, and that therefore Stanley was the then-theorized lost twin brother. This is why this AU has the Stanley Pines Memorial Library – as briefly mentioned above – rather than one for Stanford.
Later material is therefore split along at least a couple of lines: some continue to write that era of the AU as if Ford never came back. Weirdmageddon went differently; the portal wasn’t fixed or activated. Others say that yes, Ford returned, and most of the show continued as normal with the obvious and AU-necessitated change in that Dipper was more directly involved in destroying Bill and became a demon in the process. In some of these fics, Ford is mostly present in the Shack-turned-Library. In others, he treats the Library as a home base, only popping in now and again while he spends most of his time out in the world, researching and documenting in the field, so to speak. It depends a lot on the individual writer and how much they want to change from the way the AU originally went.
Sheep Riding
The first ride was spontaneous, a test of newly-forming trust between nightmares and demon.
Their new master had promised not to harm them, and so far had kept
his word. But right now he was weak and in pain, and they were made of
energy and had to obey him.The perfect demon snack.
Their master was still different, though, as at least some of his
pain was emotion, not physical, and demons didn’t do emotional pain.
They did anger, they did glee, but not grief.A few feet away from where the nightmares milled uncertainly their
new master had collapsed on the grass, trying to patch his wounds as
golden tears rolled down his cheeks.Finally tired of the uncertainty, the nightmare recently christened
Lolonja stepped forward, accepting that it was, apparently, her fate to
approach their master first in these uncertain situations.
Stan sighed.
“Get that shit eating grin off your face kid,” he snarled at Dipper. In response, Dipper only grinned even larger, skin ripping as the corners of his lips moved abnormally high, double rows of fangs exposed to the air-
“And knock that crap off; save it for the schmucks.”
While he was still smiling, Dipper’s face transitioned back from “demonic” to the usual “vaguely off” which had become his default. “Sorry Grunkle Stan. It’s just…. I’ve been offering to do something like this for you for years-”
Stan waved a hand at Dipper. “I know, I know.”
The old broken bones healed wrong, the aches and pains in his legs from muscles that had been torn and slashed, the persistent balance problem due to his left ear, the weird smell that Mabel insisted came from his feet but Stan himself wasn’t quite convinced about… all of these maladies Dipper had offered to take care of for years.
And always, Stan declined.
Part of it was the price; however minor it was, especially compared to all the other cons Dipper was running, it still scar-…. rubbed Stan the wrong way. He hadn’t survived this long without being careful and wary. Even if Dipper WAS his nephew, he was still a fucking demon now, and Sheila Pines hadn’t raised any fools.
Part of it was the idea of his body getting changed, even only slightly…. it didn’t sit well with him. Every ache and pain and wound was hard earned goddamnit. Every scar was a reminder that Stan had won, that he was still standing while most others he used to run with were long in the ground. They were reminders not to get caught, not to be stupid, not to be so weak-
(-no, not that last one, not anymore, thanks to his kids)
His body… it was his, for better or worst damnit.
Stan sighed. Unfortunately, now that Mabel was pregnant, she was even more bossy and insistent than she usually was and damn that girl, she had his number good.
Namely, until he got his cataracts fixed, there would be no way she would let her children be in the car with him behind the wheel.
A week in the darkness, that was the deal. It was going to suck massive donkey dongers, but Dipper promised Stan “fighter pilot vision,” whatever that meant, and more important, Mabel promised Stan that he could be the one to drive the babies home from the hospital.
And he’ll. It’d be nice to save some money from the constant car repairs that came with driving through, well, everything.
“Okay kid. Let er rip.”
In the transdimensional arc, Alcor is clearing the things from his hat and sorting things on what leaves and what stays. Naturally, the Mystery Shack takes an interest in these items that have been magically enhanced by Alcor’s powers by being in his hat for so long. The twins mess with some of the things while Stan tries to use some for his scams. These plots go well as you expect.
Two Front Teef
Less beautiful is Mabel keeping all of Dipper’s old teeth in a jar that she decorates.
She puts the triplet’s teeth in there too dipper is… Concerned
“Mabel, thith ith thupid,” Dipper lisped, crossing his arms and
sulking, ears tilted flat and downright pouting. The expression didn’t
sit well on a face with black on gold eyes and pointed ears, even if it
was one that still held traces of baby fat, but Dipper did it anyway.His teeth had tried to sharpen, but when that hit a snag – broad
molars were not the teeth of a carnivore, and a new tactic had to be
taken, to merge human with demon – they had begun to be replaced,
falling out to be replaced by new, sharper fangs, a childhood nightmare
come to life. His new molars were closer to human teeth than demon
fangs, but they still weren’t human teeth, too sharp to be human but too
broad to be demon. The second set that was also beginning to push its
way through didn’t help matters any, and all the teething rings and
frozen foods Anna Pines was buying in a futile effort to help her son
were only going so far.To add insult to injury, Dipper’s front two teeth had gone together, leaving him lisping and sulking over the indignity.
A demon should not lisp every time they spoke, unless it was part of their overall persona! It was…it was undignified!
TAU prompt. Stan and Dipper in one of his “bad moments”.
The idea of crawling into his father’s lap ever, let alone at the age of 16, was completely out of Stan’s frame of reference. Filbrick Pines didn’t raise no sissy boys after all.
A younger, far younger Stan would have not seen a problem with that. A younger, far younger Stan hadn’t seen and done and felt what Stan now had done.
Without any question or hesitation, Stan gathered a sobbing Dipper onto his lap. Thankfully the kid was short, and his wings had curled tightly to his back.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry Sta̤ṋ̖̗̫,̟̬̱͍̙͔̘ ̱̼̮͖̮I͉̣͔’͍͇̭̹̜ͅm̤̜̘ ̦s͙̝̳̦̻o̥ ̼͓̯̗͖͕̝s̗̜̗͔ͅò̹̟̗̤̬̼ ̝̼̻s͔̻̹̳͖͉o͇̭̝͠r͈͞r̯̦̳͚y̧̗̻͙͕̘-̲”͕̯͓͍͎̹͎
Stan patted Dipper’s back awkwardly.
“Hey kid, it’s okay. I uh, don’t mind.”
Dipper looked up at him, snot running down his face to the point it dripped off his chin, cheeks covered in golden track marks.
“No Stan. It’s not okay.”
Stan paused. Mabel, in her upset, had run off into the woods, and Stan knew from past experience that if she didn’t want to be found, he wouldn’t see her until she was ready no matter how hard Stan could look.
There was blood, red and gold on the floor, splattered on the walls of the kitchen, covering the fridge and the stove. Stan’s ribs ached from where Dipper caught him one with inhuman strength when he tried to grab Dipper off of Wad-
Stan’s eyes lingering in the kitchen fell upon a solitary hoof, some muscle and bone still attached to it but not much. It had flown in the feeding frenzy and landed in the bowl of pancake batter left over from breakfast this morning.
Stan sighed.
He didn’t need this. But then again, neither did Mabel. And Dipper hadn’t asked to be… to be like this.
“It’s not okay. But it’s going to have to be Dipper. We’ll… we’ll figure it out.”
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