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stupid-stew · 3 years

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i took notes on the art stream dana did tonight in my own way, yes this is also what my school notes look like so my formal apologies

dana didn’t have many friends or anything in college (self defined recluse)

king is the hardest character to draw due to his specific skull shape

dana loves pokemon and the king resemblance is a coincidence, and she drew everyone to be RIPPED

XENA THE WARRIOR PRINCESS WITH THE ABS LMAOOOO

young entrepreneur out here art queen getting that bag WHY WAS SHE MAKING SHIP ART OF HER CLASSMATES FOR MONEY AT THE AGE OF LIKE 11 IM SOBBING

king ruined the sand castle :(

the mcdonald’s coffe, it sucks apparently

insomnia dana supremacy, felt that

DANA WINS ROUND 1 (against her will)

side note i think i need to start watching more anime, that’s just for me the remember tho

“let’s get weird”- dana terrace 2021

“give us the most uncomfortable furby suggestions please”- also dana terrace 2021

FANFICTION JOURNALS CAN WE GET THOSE PUBLISHED

hard time communicating outside of drawings (one of us 👹)

toh is script driven, sicknasty

her test was turned away SPILL THE TEA

dana proposes to furby suggestion giving chat member

8months struggling for job

turned away from power puff girls boooo

“i called up a friend and we had a drink and i cried :(“ -dana

FURBY WITH HUMAN ANATOMY

YES YES YES MITCHELLS YES YES YES YES YES YES YES

the director had to fight to make the furby scene happen and sir we appreciate it

“androgyny is beautiful”- dana, about a furby

yes girl let jesus take the wheel on that anatomically correct furby

WHY WAS SHE TRYIKG TO TEACH HER FURBY DO CURSE THATS SO FUNNY

“fuck you! fuck you!”- not dana’s furby

$80,000 in debt for this

“shit shit fuck shit”

“as good friends, as disney would say”

dana trying not to lose her job

“AH GOD NO THE FEET THE FEET”

straight black coffee you psycho

DANA LOOSES TO THE CURSED FURBY

HAHAHA TINY NOSE IN THE SIGIL

cannot cook, girlboss, win dana with food

CATBOY SHREK

catchphrase? “AAAAAAAHHH”

scared of spiders

do not wake the cat

“is that a pile of garbage or is that ur self esteem after i fucking demolish you”

-dana terrace 2021

the iconic “byeeeee” was difficult

why can’t she draw shrek

“i need validation please jesus christ”

-dana terrace 2021

someone buy this woman the cat gamer headphones alex hurry up

she does not like the booth but she does it for us thank you queen

dana fainted getting a stick n poke rip

AWWW SHE GOT STEVE BLOOM THATS SO CUTE FOR HER

SHE DISLIKES FANTASY???? BOI WHAT THE HELL BOI

at least she’s having a good time making her own gross little fantasy land, improvise adapt overcome

dana unlocks the idea of things being done in different ways and have them all be good for the masses

“limitation breeds invention”

“wow ur really wise dana”

“….thanks dawg”

“well i didn’t have friends… no one laughed.”

i want the little comics of her pets

cat person dana

DANA WINS CATBOY SHREK

awww little stick and poke on her ankle

does not celebrate her birthday

OOOH THE HAMMERHEAD IS HER FIRST ONE I LOVE THAT ONE

#mood bunny

KERMIT ON STEROIDS

“how can we make this weird” GIRL IT IS KERMIT ON S T E R O I D S

HER LITTLE LAUGH IM SOBBING

this is literally psychological warfare

dana has not watched the muppets but she knows him drinking the tea so winning

DANA THE ANGST QUEEN LMAO

she’s proud about her making dipper and mable fight

DANA ANIMATED FOR NEXT WEEK MARK UR FREAKING CALENDARS

hooty is the owl house canon?

i wish the owl house was like a creature that would have been so funny

CAT APPEARS

season 2 is outline heavy when it comes to the writing

dana knows what she wants for season 2 and we love that

execs up the wall on season 1

DANA LOSES MUSCLE KERMIT

dana has not found the character porn! keep it up girl! stay over there!

oooh bike queen

SWING DANCE OH MY GOD

TAP DANCING

THIS WOMAN IS AN ICON I LOVE HERRRR

yes get that energy out girl

ddr stan, loses to matt braly at gravity falls team bowling hang out

cat is sad :( give her a snack :(

AWW GHOST HAS ASTHMA omg kinnie moment

conspiracy theory enthusiast when intoxicated

vaccination queen

does not believe in ghosts, kill me girl i’ll haunt you don’t worry i’ll prove it

DOG WORKING IN A CAFE

“the ow house get ready to get some boo boo”- this other guy because it made me cry

“you’re gonna have to pay me to write shit because i don’t work for free”

not a music person

DO A FLIP

dana do a flip for charity please i’ll donate like an organ or something

she can canonically do a flip and she’s not gonna show us this is homophobic

AH FUCK MY STREAM CUT OUT

her neighbor is parking yes get it

draw left hand

while holding pen wack

do it in online version of ms paint

“MS pain”- dana not finishing her word

and stick and poke

show us the work stuff dana >:(

an ARTIST

“he’s a strong independent dog”

“4 minutes 20 seconds 😏 h e h e h e”

WHY CANT WE SEE HER HEADBANG THIS IS SO RUDE

not the muscle pulling girl not now

“also dog”

CHAMPION DANA

IMAGINE DANA CALLING UR ART CUTE

H E L P THE FURBYS I CSNOT

ghost gets rejected

“he’s not impressed with ur bullshit”

catra shrek fan girl moment

dana has probably done drugs

“i am a fan of waluigi”

AN ITALIAN POLITICIAN SMACK TALKING THE OWL HOUSE LMAOSJB

note to self dana will only marry you if you look like kermit the frog

also dog comes from a land where dogs eat people at starbucks

LOWES AD

“he’s making out with it! he’s using tongue!”

there are bouncers in cafes where also dog comes from

dana has worked the cash register

someone make real witch merchandise

Q AND A YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES

hooty is he has a very he has more he has a backstory it exists it’s written out but we might not ever get it because it’s just for her dana please i am on my knees

would play dnd if she could

favorite episodes haven’t even aired but currently is echoes of the past or keeping up a fear ances because they’re personal especially a fear ances

TOO LATE FOR EXTENDED SEASON THREE BOARDING HAS STARTED IM GOING TO CRY

SPIN-OFFS SHORTS AND COMICS STILL ALLOWED IM LITERALLY DEAD ON THE INSIDE

mentally she is thriving with the show and it’s going to end well 🙏

“it’s just my voice :(“

BYEEEEEEE

#the owl house #dana terrace

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instantlyexhaustedowl · 3 years

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"He was my first love... And only one."

Summary:

Old photos, one old love and two not that old twins. A bit of talking after Weirmaggedon. Stan listening to his bro-bro memories about college lover.

Notes:

Please be kind to me, it's my first fanfic in English and also my first fanfic i have ever posted.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28580418

Ford was nostalgically sorting old photoes. Wrinkled paper gently rustled in his weary hands. All those memories, forgotten things with distand feeling of lost love, whole past in his worn out hands. "Ya look sad, bro," Stan's voice broke the silence of Ford's room. His twin was looking at him with curious brown eyes covered with thick glasses. He leaned on the doorframe.

Older twin smiled sligtly, running his polydactyl hands thru grey hairs. Fingers touched silver stripe that cut thru dark grey hairs. He felt suddenly old and exhausted. "Just... Overthinking past, i guess." He patted spot on the sofa next to himself, showing that companion is welcome.

"Pics?" asked carefully Stanley. His mind was still a bit wobbly, but he remembered nearly everything. Definitely good sign. Stan sheepishly sat next to Ford on the sofa. Old matress swayed under his weight and caused, that Ford leaned a bit agaist Stan's shoulder. "What? Oh, yeah... Pictures. Old ones." said author of the journals with sigh while his hands gently folded photos on the lap. "Hehe, 'm probably not in your colection,... Hey that one... that guy looks cute," chuckled his brother. He pointed at picture of tall smiling boy, maybe a bit older than twenty-one. Long sand blond hair, big blue eyes brightly shining with happines were hinding partly behind small round glasses. That noodle nerd had two daysies tucked behind his ear, big smile on his face. He looked like hippie college student. "Yeah... Fantastic old friend of mine. Wait! It...He is a man. Why do you think he is cute?" suddenly asked Ford. Stan was ladies man. Why he would think something like that?! Stanley blushed. His eyes wondered over room. Now seemed every piece of furniture like super interesting. "Ehh...No comment?" "No Stanley. We should be more honest with each other. We spend enought of our time pushing each other away. I just want to know why do you think that. No judgement, only curiosity." Old man mumbled something. Then he scooted away from Ford. Scietinst seemed a bit concerned. His brother was always the one who wanted to feel the others presence, but this was different. He was suddenly so shy. Ford like physical contact too but only from persons he loved and liked. Stanley was different- he loved patting peoples shoulder, hugging them even thou they were strangers. His attention was like contact sport. And sometimes it could change into one when that person made him angry. Ford's attention thou. It was more about reading between lines. "Pardon, Lee? I didn't understand." "I said... That i dated men too," sighed Stanley. His fingers were twiching. Eyes were trying to burned thru the floor into the heart of the Earth. He made himself look tiny. Whole body curled into himself. Ford's mouth formed into small silent "oh". "'m sorry... Gonna vanish, don't worry." "Are you crazy, Lee?! No vanishing, no going away." "But..." it was strange. Stanley could brake a montain with bare hands and now... He looked so vulnurable. Like scared teen he once was- standing outside in the middle of warm spring night hoping that Ford could forgive him. "But 'm nothing just familly disapointment. Stupid big idiot and even gay..." "If you say it one more time, i will punch you. Without warning! You are not disapointment! You are my best friend i have ever had and best twin brother i could wish for!" "Poindexer, i am weird old fag!" "Probably not. And that is absolutely horrible word, do not use it, please! You did loved Carla, hm." "And some other girls..." admited Stanley with blush of embarassment. "So you are bisexual. You like both." "'m not picky type," shrugged younger brother with hint of smile. He seemed more comfortable now. Hands put on his knees, eyes still sticked to the ground but he didn't look like persone who wanted to crawl under the rock and stay there for next few milleniums. "I am fag... At least that would Pa called me... If he had knew about it..." "That explains lots of things... And highschool," mumbled Stan scooting back so they shoulders touched again. "Pardon me?!" shrieked Ford. "You were curious only about science. And why girls didn't talk to you! Nothing was about girls, only why they kept ignoring you," explained Stan. Ford blinked few times, his face making pretty good impression of confuesed owl. Stanley was smugly smiling: "I've knew the whole time that you are not straight. 'm glad that Pa never knew about it thou. He would kick ya out too, maybe beat ya...Ya would never make it out unharm, on the streets..." "You were the one that ended up there... I can not forgive myself," two big tears started to roll down. Ford tried to dry them with his sleeve. "Poindexter, let it be. We are here, we are good..." "And gay," added Ford with tiny smile. Roaring of Stan's laught filled the room: "YEAH, we are gay! SO ... Who was that cutie? First crush?" His eyebrows wiggled in devilish way. "First crush, first love and only one. He took my heart without asking and never gave it back..." His brother wrapped arm around his shoulders. "You are old sappy man, Ford." "I know. I... Everything could be so different." "What happened?" asked younger twin. He hated seeing Ford depressed. "First time he went back to his family, after a while he had one too. And later when we found each other... Portal happened." "Sixer! I ... I caused...! Did I....?" Stanford grabbed old photos. He hold them on his chest, close to his fast-beating heart. "It was my fault, we had huge arguement and split up. I should have listened to him, but i was the biggest idiot on this Earth!" Stanley suddenly gasped. "You were dating McGucket?! Old man MCGUCKET?! Oh holy hot Belgian waffles!" "Kids aren't home," snarkyly pointed out Ford still carressing his pictures. "In that case- FUCK!" Small smile crept on scientist's face. "May i tell you a story, Lee?" asked Ford. He looked way younger now. Shy blush on his cheeks, still a bit teary eyes behind glasses. But they were light up with memories. "Yep, ya nerd. I haven't heard romantic novel for a long time! Ok i saw one last night. But i want to hear yar romance," beamed happily Stan and made himsleft comfortable. He was now sprawled on sofa, legs streched infront of him, hands folded on his soft belly. "So...Tell me yar fairytale, bro-bro." "Lee you are so silly," nudged Stan's elbow Ford playfully. "Fine. Long time ago... Ok, i am really getting old and silly. We were college roomates. I liked him first time i saw him. He was true opposite of me. Emotinal, empathic, wonderfully talented. His genius was amazing. After a while we got closer and closer. Fidds was so carring, nearly motherly. You should saw him when i was ill. I phoned dad, that i needed some money... to see a doctor, cause i felt really awful. He... shouted at me- to be a man and sleep it off. So i tried it. And fainthed during one of our classes we had together. Fidds did knew what to do, he took care about me. Got me to our room, helped in bed where i stayed for next week barely knowing about world. I don't remember much, my fever was too high. All seemed like a dream. After i got better i found him sitting on the window frame. His eyes were looking into starry night, silently crying. He was aftraid about me whole week and...He finally snapped... We started dating few days later." Ford had tears on his cheeks while he hold old pictures like precious treasure. His hands were clutching them, only gems he had from his past. Someone knock on the door frame. Fiddleford Hadron Mcgucket stood there. He was dressed in jeans, silly shirt with watermelons and drinks on it. He had crazy bowler hat with daisy that kept danggling. Still with beard that could belong to the oldest wizzard in the Dungeons, Dungeons and more Dungeons, but under it was hidden smile. "I swear Stanferd, ma biggest mistake was leaving ya. And i fool made it twice!" Stanley looked at them with squint eyes trying to seem like he fall asleep. "Stop foolin' us, ya'r great conman, but that's horrible try," laugh Fidds hopping on the sofa from Ford's free side. He covered one six-fingered hand with his small one. They fitted perfectly, like two pieces of puzzles. Maybe their hands were a bit cold, but hearts were still aflame with passion and love. "I guess now i've to keep an eye on two nerds," sighed Stanley. "Have fun ya two, i am gonna go to... Don't know. Want a coffee?" "Yeah we will join you," smiled Ford when Fiddleford hugged his waist. "Yej, coffee is great idea pals!" "Gentlemen, we will have gayffee party!" clasped his big hands Stanley and went to the kitchen, chuckling because he liked that new horrible pun. Ford froze a bit and then shouted: "Do not tell this term in front of Mable! Or we all end up covered in rainbow glitters! I don't mind them but i certainly don't like to drink them with my coffee!" "WHO SAID SOMETHING ABOUT RAINBOW GLITTEEEEEERS???????!" "Mabel, calm down! Honey, put that bottle of rainbow disaster down!"

#grunkle stan #grunkle ford #gravity falls #gravity falls fanfiction #not a stancest #fiddleford mcgucket #fiddle/author #Fidlleauthor #fiddleford+ford #my fanfinction #fiddauthor

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whysoseven · 7 years

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What Scares a God

A short tidbit that I wrote back in January and promised to post ages ago. Based on the human Bill AU made by @doodledrawsthings (Here!) and @videogamelover99 (Here!), which is based on Flat Dreams by @pengychan

Summary: Being less immortal hasn’t made Bill any less of a dick. Rating: T for some language I guess? Fandom: Gravity Falls

Ford hated him.

It didn’t matter what form Bill took. Triangle, human, he would always be the same monster on the inside. Something that, despite the summer’s previous events, his family didn’t seem to understand.

He knew Dipper was leery of the man, as he should be. Stan and Mable, however, had begun to accept the demon’s presence and let him into their lives. It made Ford sick to his stomach, watching him walk around the house in his Mable made sweater as if he belonged there. When Ford had caught him sleeping with the children in front of the television he damn near had a heart attack. He would be lying if he said he hadn’t considered shooting him before Stan had walked in and stopped him.

Because of that monster it was nights like these that Ford couldn’t sleep. Nights that were too much like the ones before he was pulled into the portal, back when self-induced insomnia was the only thing protecting his mind from the false muse. Being home, being in his bed, it was too similar for him to relax. The insomnia was an automatic reaction, one what was now unwanted but unavoidable, and because of it Ford was left staring at his bedroom ceiling with only his thoughts to pass the time.

That was until he heard glass shattering in the kitchen.

Ford was out of bed in an instant. With gun in hand and footfalls silent, Ford stepped out of his room and listened for the source of the disturbance. For a moment he heard nothing, and then quiet swearing broke the silence. Ford crept towards the kitchen, grip on his gun tightening. Though he recognized the voice it wasn’t exactly reassuring. If anything, it was very much the opposite. The idea of that beast roaming the house while everyone else was asleep was not a comforting one, especially when he considered how many sharp, dangerous objects were readily available in the kitchen. If Bill was capable of killing his own family, as Ford long suspected he had, then a Pines family massacre was not out of the question.

As Ford approached the doorway he glanced around the frame. Though the lights were off, the moonlight coming in through the kitchen window illuminated the room just enough for him to see a disgruntled Bill Cipher sweeping up a pile of glass as he grumbled to himself. Ford couldn’t help but feel relief when he noticed Bill hadn’t gone for the knives.

Yet.

“Circles, Sixer, will you knock it off?” Bill paused his sweeping to look up at his hiding spot behind the door frame, his brow furrowed. “I swear I can hear thinking.” Panic swept through Ford before he added, “And no, I can’t read your mind, you’re just painfully obvious. Embarrassing, really. Kind of sad.”

Ford hesitated before he stepped out from behind the entry way. His pistol was lowered but he kept his finger hovering over the trigger. “You’re up late.”

“Early,” Bill corrected. “At least, going by your backwards human concept of time measurement. Most societies wait until, you know, daylight before they call it morning.”

Ford shot him a soft glare. “I don’t recall asking you.”

Bill fell silent, casting his gaze towards the ground and continuing his sweeping. Ford watched, intent on not letting him out of his sight until he was satisfied Bill would be in bed until morning.

“You know, I don’t need a supervisor,” Bill said as he swept the glass into the dustpan and carried it to the trash. He glanced over at Ford as he dumped it in. “Believe it or not I can actually get a glass of water on my own.”

“It’s not the water I’m worried about,” Ford said, his tone sharp.

“Wha— “

“I’m not going to let you hurt them, Cipher.” The statement was definitive, leaving no room for question. Ford watched as Bill’s eyes were immediately drawn to the gun, realization flooding his features. There was a moment of silence before he broke out into that high pitched, unhinged laugh that sent shivers up Ford’s spine.

Ford narrowed his eyes into a hard glare, his free hand tightening into a fist. “What’s so funny?”

Bill cackled a bit longer before straightening, shaking his head. “For such a braniac you sure are dense, you know that?”

“What are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about your flawed logic, Sixer,” Bill said, amusement quickly replaced with a grim expression. “Let’s say I hurt them. Let’s say I kill them. Then what?”

Ford hesitated, taken aback by the question. “Well, I’d imagine you’d carry out whatever plan you have to escape your body.”

“Escape?” Bill looked at his as if he’d grown a second head. “There is no escape. This arrangement, this meat sack, it’s a last resort. The only thing I have left. There’s no getting out of it, I’m stuck with it until it dies.”

Ford furrowed his brow in confusion. That couldn’t be right. Bill always had an ulterior motive in mind. “So, then, what? You kill us and fulfill some grand master plan to take over the world?”

Bill surprised him with a bitter laugh, his expression one of… if Ford didn’t know any better he’d say it was regret. “Take over the world? I don’t know if you noticed but I can’t even go out to eat without drawing attention to myself.” He turned to get a new glass out of the cabinet. “Just because I watched humanity for thousands of years doesn’t mean I paid attention to the nuances, I don’t know how to navigate your world. I think we both know how long I’d last if I left.”

“So, what are you saying?” Ford asked. “That I’m supposed to believe you’re safe? That’s I’m supposed to just trust you?”

“I’m saying fear is one hell of a leash, Sixer,” Bill growled.

“You’re practically a god! What could you possibly be afraid of?” Ford retorted, not bothering to hide his irritation. “Sanity? People standing in an orderly line? Not being a dick for once in your life?”

“Death!” Bill snapped, slamming the glass down onto the counter. The anger was quick to fade and it left Bill hunched over the counter, shoulders slumped in defeat and voice uncharacteristically quiet. “Death scares a god, Sixer.”

Ford looked at him in disbelief. “Why would that matter?” He asked. “It’s not like you’ll die when that body does—“ Bill shot him a look that made the word catch in his throat. Realization hit Ford when it occurred to him that it was possible that Bill was, in fact, no longer immortal. “Oh.”

Bill stayed still a moment longer before rubbing his face with a heavy sigh. “You know what? I’m not thirsty anymore.” He let go of the glass, turning to walk out of the kitchen. “I’m going back to bed.”

Ford just stared at the glass as Bill walked away, listening to the soft sound of his footsteps on the wooden floorboards. Suddenly, everything made sense. Bill Cipher was dying, and that terrified him.

Ford stood there for a moment longer before clicking the gun into safety and sliding it back into his holster. He guessed he no longer had to worry about Bill hurting his family. After all of that he just didn’t seem like much of a threat anymore.

#gravity falls #bill cipher #human au #flat dreams #Bill is a dick #Ford demonizes getting a glass of water #but really can you blame him #fanfiction #whysoseven

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