Ok so maybe I invented a gravity falls au.
Long story short, my brain said “Dipple and Maber” instead of the niblings and, while I’m not going to name them that because that’s stupid, I started wondering what would happen if I shuffled things around. Also, I don’t know what to do with Fiddleford so if anyone has ideas, let me hear them please.
This is swap!gravity falls. Including my art, which is mid (except dipper that’s a good dipper)
TLDR main swaps are Dipper/Mabel, Ford/Stan, and Wendy/Soos
M’sorry if the formatting is weird I did this in my notes app~
Dipper = sweater vests, braces, fashion, confidence, unicorns
Mabel = collared jacket, hat, nerves, brains, science
Soos = lesbian badass with a motorcycle and lots of knives. She’s just here cause it’s a decent job, and she only steps in when needed, but she is very protective of the kids.
Wendell = Dedicated & loyal teen who always does his best but he’s a little stupid. Also he has daddy issues. Crush-crazy bi dipper falls in love with Wendell. Wendell’s teen group is the outcasts, but in a very nerdy losery way. This includes Robin the band geek, Timmy the programmer, Kate and Bee the chess players, and Tabitha who could probably be cool and popular if she wanted.
Candy & Grenda = swapped, so little skinny candy does martial arts and big loud Grenda is a gaming streamer with glasses.
Ford got kicked out of home for being a freak, Stan dropped out of college, Ford fought his way through college with loans and scholarships and has a couple PHDs. Ford came to Stan’s tourist trap 30 years ago (which Bill helped build) to talk to him, Stan let him set up a lab in the basement, went down there after being manipulated by Bill and freaked at how big it was, fight, Stan turned on the portal and ended up falling in, now Ford has to run the shack and try to stabilize the portal so it can open a double-sided gateway for Stan to come back, also he convinced everyone that wym ‘Stanley’ it was always ‘Stanford’ and actually now he’d rather go by his full name or just ‘Ford’ thanks.
Ford = Grunkle 1, loves them kids, enthusiastic, uses mystery shack for money, curious, bullheaded, feels super fuckin bad about what happened, tries not to cuss in front of the kids but isn’t a very aware guy
Stan = Grunkle 2, immediately falls in love with the kids, very creative, fighter, a bit scared of being emasculated tbh, nemesis with Bill, total sailor’s mouth
Bill = what if Bill’s the same except he’s a fucking square? You fucking square.
Waddles is a cute lil round goat that Dipper fell in love with and stole, and there’s also a big silly pig named Gompers around
The kids have a lot more fun toys from the start because Grunkle Ford isn’t gonna tell them about the portal, but if his kids want magnet guns, they’re gonna get magnet guns.
Stanley wrote the journals, they’re just accounts of the weird shit he’s run into over time in Gravity Falls. Ford is using #3 to try to derive scientific information about the anomalous nature of the place, but Stan is so Not A Scientist ™ that it’s hard. Mabel finds journal #1 and it’s full of hastily drawn pictures and warnings like, instead of a scientific name and approximate diagrams, it’s “what the fuck is this??” and “fuckin huge!” And Mabel is adding more scientific/helpful labels, Like the gnomes (all girls) are in there as “annoying little shits” “punt them” “if there’s too many to punt, hide.” To which Mabel adds “LEAF BLOWER - VERY EFFECTIVE” and “CAN STACK TO BECOME LARGE CREATURE”
Ford is too chaotic for a journal so he just has stacks of binders full of BS. And again, he doesn’t tell the kids about the lab downstairs or the portal or anything, but he’s 100% willing to give them stuff, and he’s become a chronic liar over time in order to run the mystery shack, signing legal papers and taxes as Stanley but having people call him Stanford.
Anyways, the portal incident happens as normal, and when Stan comes out of the portal he absolutely punches his brother, but the response is “Okay, I might deserve that, but so do you” “Fair enough.” And a reciprocal punch. “So does anyone else know about your secret lab situation?” “Oh, just… the entire US government?” “WHAT?!” And suddenly Stan is the doer and Ford takes a backseat like they did as kids, when Stan would make all the friends for them and beat up the bullies and Ford would do his homework.
The “Billpocalypse,” as Stan so aptly named it, occurs when Mabel starts getting a lot of attention from both Grunkles for being smart and creative and Dipper gets upset and runs off, then gets tricked on promise of being “smarter.” Stan, as always, stands up to Bill and has problems for it, and when the bubble around the town gets discovered, claims that he knows what’s causing it and how to destroy it, not wanting real-scientist Ford to get captured or anything. Dipland is full of candy and unicorns and everyone is equally smart, and Mabel breaks him out by explaining that her intelligence would be useless without his creativity, confidence, and enthusiasm, and the world needs him to save it. The Bill solution is the same, Stan has a metal plate implanted in his head and can’t let Bill in cause he’d discover that Stan was lying, so they swap and Ford gets his mind erased… for like a week, then he’s fine. Show ends with the grunkles going on the road trip of their dreams together in an RV they tricked out.
Thoughts? Feelings? Opinions? Fiddleford ideas? And ofc I welcome anyone else to draw/write for this, I’d love to see more.
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A Name From the Mailbox, Chapter 4
Dipper finds out the author's name before Not What He Seems. It's not the person he expected.
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“The end times?”
The ride home had been strange so far. Dipper and Mabel exchanged glances before looking back at the old man sitting between them.
“There’s a doomsday device under Gravity Falls?” Dipper made a face. “No offense, but is this, uh, like the Gobblewonker situation?”
“It’s real! Look at these gravitational readings, kid!” He gestured at a matrix of numbers on the screen. “Waves of anomalies! And once it activates - you best be holding onto something, cause you’ll start floating up!”
Soos looked back. “Whoa. That sounds pretty cool, dude.”
“It’s not cool! It’s tearing a hole in our universe!”
“Aww.”
“Okay, okay, calm down,” Dipper raised a hand. “We can shut it down, right? Where is it?”
“Ohhh… I used to know, I don’t recall!”
“Maybe it’s in that old bunker?” Mabel sat forward. “We should go back there!”
“Maybe…” He frowned. “After the Shack, yeah.”
At that moment, Soos turned into the parking lot. Mabel’s frown deepened.
“Why after?”
“We’re already here, right? It’ll just take a second.” Dipper opened the door and jumped out. He held it for McGucket, and raised an eyebrow when Mabel remained in the car. “Mabel? Come on!”
“We should find the bunker, Dipper.”
“Yeah, we will, just-”
“We should go look for the bunker, now.” Mabel crossed her arms. “We just got told there’s a big scary thing that’s gonna end the world and you still want to look for Stan stuff? He’s not gonna know about a doomsday thingy.”
“Well, we don’t know that-”
“Dipper.”
Mabel was looking at him with a very knowing expression. He took one look at it, and then sighed.
“Well… if Stan’s the Author, he’s gotta know where it’ll be, right? He probably built it.” He watched Mabel raise her eyebrows. “What? Why are you looking at me like that?”
Because I don’t think Grunkle Stan’s the Author, Dipper.” She pulled her hands into her sleeves. “You know that, right?”
Dipper hesitated. He looked back towards the house; Soos was opening the side door. “I mean, it’s very possible. And we’re already here, we might as well-”
Mabel got out of the car and pushed past him without a word. He frowned and hurried to catch up with her.
“Come on, Mabel. Don’t be like that.” A pause. “I don’t think it’d be in the bunker anyways. We looked all over that place.”
“Hey, dude!” Soos waved him over. “What are we looking for? I forgot.”
“It’s…” Dipper glanced one more time at Mabel, then jogged forwards. “It’s a big stack of papers, it should be in the living room. Come on.”
They entered the kitchen, and Dipper suddenly froze - was Stan back? He listened for a couple seconds, but the house was silent… eerily silent. They headed into the living room and were greeted by an empty chair - and no thesis, no picture to show Fiddleford.
“Of course,” Dipper frowned. “Stan must’ve put them somewhere.”
“...What is this place?”
A strange question - he glanced over, and found McGucket looking around the room.
“Oh, it’s just our house,” he said, and then cleared his throat. “I bet he still has it somewhere. Soos, you know where he hides stuff, right?”
“Yeah… he says I’m supposed to keep them secret, though. Like the money under the squeaky step on the stairs, the arrest warrants under the rug in the gift shop…” He counted them off with his fingers. “The wallets in the Sascrotch…”
“Okay, cool, you can take the gift shop.” Dipper looked over at McGucket. “And, uh, take him too, I guess. Mabel and I- oh, you know where it might be? His office, we’ll go there.”
“Okay,” said Mabel. He cringed a bit at her tone, but continued.
“Alright, if we find it, we can meet back up. It’ll be hard to miss, it’s like a giant stack of paper, and it’ll have Stan’s picture on top.”
“Got it, dude.” Soos shot finger guns at him as he backed away. “Come on, McGucket, it’s this way.”
The two of them shuffled out of sight, and Dipper nodded to Mabel.
“Alright, let’s, uh, go.”
“Yeah, to the office.”
Mabel turned and started walking to the back. He trailed along behind her.
“Yeah, it’ll just be quick,” he said. Paused. Then: “It’s worth checking out. I mean, you saw the same stuff I saw. It’s not at least a little weird to you that he’s got a whole PhD on anomalous events even though he never-”
“Yeah, Dipper, you told me already.”
“Then why doesn’t it make sense to check it out?” He opened the door to the office. “If he’s not the author, then we can just go to the next thing, right?”
Mabel snorted. “Oh yeah, and you’re totally ready to let this go. I know you, dum dum. You’re gonna spend the rest of the summer obsessing about this, and not in a fun way. In the ‘arguing with Grunkle Stan every night’ way.”
“Well… well, it’s weird, isn’t it? Stan is hiding something.” He made a beeline for the paper shredder, and picked it up. “Look, look! This thing’s stuffed - ugh, I bet he shredded it! Now why do you think he’d do that?”
“I dunno?” Mabel poked at the paper copier. “Hey, do you remember that dance party we had? Maybe we could ask Grunkle Stan to throw another one!”
“Oh, that? Oh, that…” He started going through the papers scattered around the desk. “I remember that. I didn’t really get to spend a lot of time at it, I was, uh…”
“Trying to nerd your way into dancing with Wendy?”
“Yeah, yeah... Mabel, look!” He grabbed a piece of paper. “There’s one page he didn’t shred for some reason - and it’s the one with his picture! Yes!” He flipped it over to show her. “Look, it is him, right down to the glasses! And he’s building the Mystery Shack - tell me that’s not him!”
Mabel frowned at the photo. She started to open her mouth, but-
There was a sound. A yell. A cry. Both of them locked eyes, and without a word they ran for the gift shop.
“Are you guys okay?” Dipper said as he burst through the door. The first thing he saw was McGucket, on the floor, trembling. “McGucket?”
“I seen it!” McGucket stabbed a finger at - the vending machine? “I seen it, right down there! It’s there!”
“What’s here?” Mabel tried to help him up, but he scrambled away. “What’s wrong?”
“The machine… my mind… I’m not going down there again! You can’t make me!”
Then he bolted for the door. Soos tried to grab him, but he was gone in a flash, the door slamming shut behind him. Dipper blinked, and then looked to Soos.
“Uh… what happened?”
“I dunno, dude! One minute he was fine, I turn around and suddenly he’s freaking out!” Soos picked up a case on the counter. “He left his laptop, too.”
“Weird.” Mabel took it from him. “What do you think he saw? Dipper?”
Dipper wasn’t right beside her. He had walked a couple paces forward, towards the vending machine.
“Dipper?”
It looked normal, mundane. He couldn’t count the number of times he’d passed by this thing without sparing it a second glance. There was nothing really to draw the eye; no flashy colours, no display lights on the snacks, no attempt from Stan to dress it up as any sort of attraction. It was maybe the most normal looking thing in the gift shop, but…
He reached out. Felt the sides. There was decades’ worth of grime caught between the metal edge and the wooden wall, but as his fingers slid down, they came across something - a bump?
He looked.
A hinge.
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Shit. Shit, shit. Did he lose them?
Heart beating in his chest, Stan slowly raised himself up, and looked out the side of the van he was driving. Through the cracks in the grass, he could see lights from the highway silhouetting the trees he looked through. White lights - no red and blue, though it was harder to tell with the feds.
He grit his teeth, and forced his shoulders down. It had been quiet for a while. If they were gonna find him here, they would’ve done it by now.
“Alright, Stan,” he grunted. Opened the door. “Hard part’s done. Now I just need to get it home.”
He rubbed his forehead as he got out of the van; there was a split in it that had stopped bleeding not that long ago. He cast one look to the front, to the smoking engine crumpled into the side of a thick trunk, and limped his way to the back - past the side of the van that read ‘OFFICIAL WASTE DISPOSAL VEHICLE’ in large letters. He unlatched the rear doors, opened them, and shone a flashlight inside.
There was the shine of several metal cylinders. One of them had flown up a little in the collision and was resting sideways on the others. It looked like it had a pretty bad dent in it, but nothing looked to be leaking out; not noticeably, at least.
“Hmph.” He nodded a little. “I can work with this. Alright.”
There was a tarp and a couple construction signs thrown about the back; he covered the van, set up a few signs to keep away curious onlookers, then started off through the forest. It slow and dark, but, as he checked his watch, not dark for too much longer. The kids’d be up if he took too long, so he groaned and forced himself to walk a little faster.
Shouldn’t’ve tried to rush this job, he thought. Should’ve learned his lesson from Columbia. If the feds weren’t onto him before, they sure were now. Maybe he should get out of town for a bit, take the kids on a little road trip…
He made a face. Miss the portal opening, probably. Thirty years of work, and he might not even be there to see it pay off.
There was a tug and a ripping sound as his pantlegs brushed past a thorny bush, and he swore under his breath.
“Great. Just great.” Finally he trudged his way out onto the Shack’s parking lot. “Alright, focus. Gotta work quickly.”
Stan grabbed some supplies stashed by the outhouse and loaded them into his car. He put the seats back, started it, and drove right back to where he’d hit the trees; for once he was driving carefully, following the speed limit. Once he saw the flash of construction signs down in the forest, he turned off his headlights and drove slowly down to the van.
There, he stopped. Pulled the tarp off. The words emblazoned across the sides of the van were really gonna catch the eye of whoever found this thing; he took a can of spraypaint and quickly covered them, paused, and then replaced it with ‘PROPERTY OF TENT OF TELEPATHY’ After that, he opened the back and loaded as many drums of waste into his car that he could. When he ran out of space, he wrapped two in the tarp and tied them to the roof.
Stan tightened them one last time, and stepped back to catch his breath.
There. Now all he had to do was get home.
The sky was just barely beginning to lighten as Stan pulled back into the Mystery Shack. He pulled off his gloves as he made his way toward the gift shop, opened the door, and walked towards the vending machine.
Something did catch his eye, though. There was something on the register with a little red light; he picked it up, and immediately he could feel it was a little camera… A camera that was currently recording. Stan frowned at that, and looked up, up to the vending machine it was pointed at.
He had a bad feeling about this. And a second later when he heard a strange creak from the corner of the gift shop, he reached down, grasped the baseball bat leaning against the side of the counter, and made his way to the sound.
He stepped silently, avoiding the squeaky floorboards. There was definitely a figure in the corner, but… smaller than he was expecting. It didn’t look like an agent, actually, it looked more like…
“Kid?”
Dipper squinted when the flashlight came on. Stan breathed a sigh of relief - yup, it was just him - before a new fear started churning his stomach.
“What are you doing here kid? It’s late, you should be in bed!” He shone the flashlight lower. “Are those IDs? Did you go rooting through my room?”
“It is late. Where have you been, Grunkle Stan?”
Stan glanced back to his car. He really didn’t have time for this.
“And what happened to your face?”
“Eh… woodpecker.” Stan motioned him up. “Cmon, kid, off to bed with you. Your parents’d kill me if they found out how late you’re up.”
“Since when have you cared about how late we stay up?”
“Since right now, kid, so-“
“No!” Dipper crossed his arms, and there was a strange shine in his eyes. “What’s wrong with me sitting here? In this room?”
“Dipper.”
“You’re hiding something, aren’t you!”
“Dipper, you’re trying my patience.” He glanced back again. “Look, how about I cut you a deal. You go to bed, tomorrow we can have a proper talk about this, alright?”
“What, so you can tell me more about how you aren’t the Author?” He rose to his feet. “You know, ‘Stan’, at first I thought you weren’t telling me because you wanted to ‘protect me’ or whatever, but now I know what you’re up to. McGucket, he saw what the machine was gonna do to the world, but you kept going, didn’t you?”
“McGucket? What?”
“It’s too late to play dumb, Stan! I know what you’re really hiding. There’s a doomsday machine under the Mystery Shack!”
Stan heard that, and the first thing that came out of his mouth was a startled snort. “What?” He managed. “You spent this whole time trying to figure me out, and you came up with that?”
But the look in his eyes… wow, he was serious about this, wasn’t he?
“You really think I’m building a doomsday machine?” Stan laughed again, but it rang hollow against Dipper’s unsmiling expression. “Have a little faith in me, kid, come on. I’m not trying to end the world.”
“You’re lying.” He said, trying to puff out his chest. “And I’m not gonna let you do this. I’m gonna stop you.”
At that, Stan let out a deep sigh. He looked up at the first morning rays peeking through the blinders, and then back at his nephew.
“Go to bed, kid.”
“No. I’m gonna stay here, I’m- hey!”
In one move, Stan picked him up and hoisted him over his shoulder. He started towards the back, wincing a bit as Dipper pounded on his shoulder.
“Let me go, Grunkle Stan! Let me go!”
Up the stairs. Dipper tried to wiggle out of his grip, but he held him firmly in place.
“You’ve just proved I’m right, you know! You’re not gonna get away with this!”
Stan made his way up to the attic, opened the door, and set dipper down in the bedroom. He blocked Dipper from squeezing past him as he started swinging it closed.
“Stan!”
“We’ll talk about this tomorrow. You get some rest.” As the gap narrowed, he saw the light landing on Mabel’s bed. She almost looked asleep, but he could see her staring back at him. “Night, kids.”
Then he shut the door, turned the lock… and after a second of hesitation he dragged a chair over and slotted it under the handle. A bit extreme, he thought, but the kid was smart. Tonight wasn’t the night to take chances.
Stan backed away, and started back down the steps.
He was so close, now. So close.
And no one was going to get in his way.
Hours later, when Dipper was slumped half-asleep against the door, he grunted at a strange light. It wasn’t like the sunlight; it was strangely blue, and as he bolted up and rubbed his eyes, he could see it shining up from between the floorboards.
Then he felt… strange. Light. He yelped as his feet suddenly left the ground, and suddenly everything in their bedroom was starting to float up, up; McGucket’s laptop, slowly spinning in the air, beeped and displayed a message that made his blood go cold:
MACHINE STATUS: ACTIVE
And then suddenly the weightlessness vanished, and he dropped back down, scrambled over to the laptop.
“Oh, no, no, no,” he said, his face lit red from warning signs. “Stan, what are you doing?”
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So um. Beetlejuice Musical x Gravity Falls, eh? This all started from an ask sent to @cirilee then just spiralled out of hand.
First meeting headcanons below the cut.
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The Stans notice some strong anomalous behavior between LA and Death Valley Nat'l Park and decide to check it out.
They find this weird lil hut in the desert.
They hear a soft, gravelly humming inside.
Ford pulls his blaster, Stan pulls his knuckle dusters.
Stan approaches the hut first while Ford's blaster charges. Who ever is inside hears the blaster charging and comes to the door.
Stan and Beej just kinda stare at each other for a minute. Beej tries to phase through Stan but since he's visible to the twins, he can't and freezes.
"Can you see me?"
"Uh. Yeah. You look like a ripped up newspaper that fell into the sewer."
"You can see me! I'm gonna have a new... best... friend!"
Beej grabs Stan and dips him in a kiss. Ford blasts Beej and sends him flying into the dunes.
Beej stands up from where he landed, sending the bird to Ford.
"Hey! Fuck you too!"
Ford is just O_O. "How are you not singed?!"
Beej comes closer to the two and Ford realizes that his suit is indeed slightly singed. Beej takes Ford for a smooch and Stan knocks him right in the nose.
Beej falls over, nose leaking and crooked. It takes the Stans a minute to realise that Beej is floating.
The twins just watch as Beej snaps his nose back into place and the bleeding ceases.
Beej's hair starts darkening to a putrid green/blue.
"Ya could'a maybe not done that. God/Satan. The first people to see me in a year and they attack me!"
"You assaulted my brother and I!"
Stan mumbles something and Ford asks him to repeat.
"Is it really assault if you kind of liked it?"
Ford just. Just heckin' *internally*: aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
Beej lights up like a Christmas tree. Like. Seriously. Ties himself up in Christmas lights and all. "Come 'ere loverboy!" Beej lunges at Stan and starts smooching. Beej is to short to reach Stan's face easily so he just floats a couple inches off the ground.
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Stan begs Ford to let him bring Beej on the boat with them. They've become friends, to Ford's annoyance. Ford hates Beej with a passion but finds him fascinating.
Eventually, Ford gives because Beej makes Stan so happy (and because he wants to study this thing).
They make it back to LA.
Stan and Ford are doing their thing while Beej follows them, phasing through pedestrians and creeping the heck out of the twins.
They make it to the docks and Beej just freezes dead in his tracks. Ford keeps walking but Stan stops to see what's up.
"You good?"
"Nuh-uh." Beej shakes his head frantically.
"What's wrong?"
"I am not going near that." Beej points at the ocean.
"Why? What's wrong?"
"To many bad memories, loverboy."
Stan distracts Beej with kisses and leads him onto the Stan'o'War. Ford gets them out a little ways before Beej breaks away. Immediately, his hair shoots through with black and white stripes and he shrinks down to the size of Stan's shoe. Stan picks the pip-squeak Beej up by the back of his suit coat and puts him on a table in the cabin.
"Stay in here and it won't be so bad. Do you need anything to eat or drink or somethin'?"
Beej just kinda shakes his head and curls up on the table.
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Once Ford gets them out to sea, he comes down to the cabin to see Stan sitting over the table with fabric scraps surrounding him.
"What are you up to, Stanley?"
"Just making a bed for pip-squeak, here." Stan moves aside and Ford almost laughs at the tiny Beej sleeping on the table, a partially stitched sleeping bag in Stan's hands.
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Beej stayed tiny until they made it back to Oregon. Then he reverted to full size and annoyed Stan and Ford the whole drive back to Gravity Falls.
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