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sleepsentry · 1 year

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for the ask game, number 8: unpopular fandom opinion(s) regarding gravity falls. also, love your work. ^_^

Thank you! ^^

Of course these are based on my assumptions about what's popular and these are takes I haven't seen around in the wild.

This kinda just devolves into a headcanon list towards the end. haha ^^'

OK so hmmmm oh boy there's a lot:

Gravity Falls is NOT the best thing ever it just had a bunch of really talented people working on it who made it super fun. But it's far from a golden standard and I don't think it should be held up as a standard, that idea is reductive and creatively stifling.

I don't like comparing Amphibia, Owl House, Duck Tales (2017), Inside Job and many others to Gravity Falls. The similarities are superficial and those shows shouldn't be living in Gravity Fall's shadow. They deserve to stand tall and cast their own.

On that note Alex Hirsch is just some guy and I don't like his stuff on its own that much. He's not that funny or interesting to me, but he is just some guy. Hope he doesn't turn out to be a shitty dude. *shrug*

Stanley is overrated (I love him but jeez guys. He's not that endearing.)

Rick and Morty x Gravity Falls is a terrible crossover, tonally, technically and thematically. (I also am just very unimpressed by rick and morty in general)

Stanchez is bad. Rick can eat my shorts. Stan "deserves better". Obviously the fan creations are good. But they don't change my mind about the base idea.

The stans both did nothing wrong ever and I love them deeply without comparing them. (joke I know they fuck up, but they fuck up together.)

Fiddauthor is mid and boring. It comes off as amatonormative and people overall are very exclusionary over it wich is just being a dick and using a ship preference to justify it. (I dont mean to be mean but yeah, you guys are doing fine you can take some salt.)

Ford and Fidd are more like siblings than a couple.

Ford and Fidd both dismissed eachother and the miscommunication was on both of them. (Similair to stan and ford it's no one character's fault)

Ford and Fidd's relationship has more emotional weight viewed through the platonic lense of fidds being older than ford by two or three years and "adopting" him as a "little brother" in college, and how that followed them into their 30s even when the age gap had long become irrelevant. Rather than just "gay sad nerds have marital issues" as fun as that sounds.

Fiddleford is a crazy, scary, adorable, kind, stupid, genuis. This man contains multitudes, I try my best not to flanderize him into one over the other. He can be all those fun things.

Fiddlestan is inherently more funny and compelling than fiddauthor. (To me, to me.)

Fillbrick wasn't the devil incarnate he was just a shit dad, wich fair enough is very bad. Haha (idk there isn't enough of him for me to truly hate and I'd rather not assume the worst, I deal with abusive parents enough in my day to day I don't need to add one to my fav silly show haha)

Billford isn't "toxic" it's too bizarre for that, and much is left to be inferred about both characters and their dynamic. (Again, assuming the worst instead of something more fitting and fun) It's obviously bad for ford but I thought everyone hated him when he isn't nice to stan or being shipped with fidds so it should be cool. (Sarcasm)

Dipper and mabel fuck up equally and mabel is generally more empathetic and aware of the world around her than dipper who hyperfocuses. (Been there pal.)

Mabel is more similar to Ford and Dipper is more similar to Stan

Dipper is a good boy but a bit on the boring side for me. He's fine. I like him well enough.

Mabel is more relatable to me, but I relate to dip's anxiety disorder so bad.

Dipper would NOT grow up to look like Ford. He'd look like shermy or stan.

Mabel would grow up to be bigger and broader than dipper. She'd also be the one to get glasses and look more like ford. She's already halfway there with the hair and jumpers (sweaters)

Jokes about ford failing to impress girls are cringe, heteronormative and bad. And ford doesn't like anyone. (Bill is his own can of eldritch worms)

Dipper doesn't like girls in the way he thought he should and that's why his crush on wendy played out the way it did, it was never really about her, it was about his relationship to her. How she helped him find someone to admire, and was kinda his first real friend who he felt was cool and understood him, heteronormativity made him think he liked her romantically. He so obviously didn't that it hurts my soul.

Mabcifica is underrated as hell and more interesting than dipcifica. That being said.

I do ship dipcifica but in a queer way. You guys don't get it. They're queer.

The cis/heteronormative takes where pacifica and dipper have children together and dipper looks older but Pacifica is just her kid face on a sexy lady bod make me uncomfortable.

And that's why Dipper, Mabel and Pacifica could grow up into a polyamorous "Vee" relationship. [When one person is dating two people who aren't dating eachother, in this case obviously cause they're twins. It forms a "V" from Pacifica to the Pines twins ^^]

What was this ask originally about?

#gravity falls #asks and answers #ask game #gravity falls headcannon #not art

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marypsue · 8 months

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20, 23, 26!

[from this meme]

20. Have you noticed any patterns in your fics? Words/expressions that appear a lot, themes, common settings, etc?

Stylewise, there was one particular phrase that I caught in two different stories (one of them fic, one of them original) and I looked at it and went 'aha!' and then decided to leave it in because if artists can have a signature style then so can I. But I can't remember now what it was. I catch myself using a dash after 'and' or 'but' very frequently when I want to contradict the thought that came before, and I don't know how that started but I'm not particularly inclined to stop it.

Thematically/conceptually, I find have a tendency to come back to: misunderstandings where neither party is in the wrong, exactly, and they have to experience the other's perspective to unravel it; cynical worn-down antisocial deeply depressed old men who unwittingly adopt a small girl who is a ray of sunlight and realise to their horror that if anything ever happened to her they would kill everyone in the room and then themselves; girls having complex inner lives and relationships with other girls; Labyrinth you-have-no-power-over-me moments where the protagonist realises that everything they needed, they had inside themselves the whole time; nothing and nobody being too ridiculous to take seriously and nobody and nothing being too serious to be ridiculous; and people being subjected to mysterious experiments by shadowy organisations and ending up with superpowers (and trauma).

Also I like writing about places with lots of trees, and a lot of my stuff ends up set in the Midwest. They say to write what you know.

23. Best writing advice for other writers?

Remember that what your audience knows about a given character is not always the same as what other characters know about that character, and that what you know about somebody can influence the way you feel about them.

Also, you need fewer italics than you think. No, fewer than that. Fewer.

26. Which of your fics would you call your wildest ride?

Uhhhhhhhhhhhhm. Hm. I've got a number of weird concepts, but most of the fics themselves are played reasonably straight. I think I'm gonna give this one to What Happens In Space Vegas (RAM, Gravity Falls, Stanchez) just because just thinking about the concept still makes me cackle and I think I pulled off the reveal really well.

#chatter #i am still trying to learn the lesson about the italics

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professorcinnamonroll · 1 year

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So.... it’s been a while

Hello, So it’s been a really long hot minute huh? Well from Twitter losing it’s marbles and just missing the formatting and userbase of tumblr, I decided it was time to come back. I made a few posts regarding the zines I was in, but I have many things to share : ) Let’s start from the beginning TL;DR: I moved to twitter when I hopped onto the Spamton train, but by doing that I went through a mental health journey that resulted in creating OCs and an entire universe with new friends. The long story is under the cut. To those who don’t want to know the details, Thank you for being so patient and still following me. I love and miss you all and I want to get back to posting content here : )

So back in Nov/Dec of 2021, I got into a new fandom. For most of 2020 and 2021, I was going through a massive artistic slump. Sure I had fandom spikes here and there with the likes of Smile for Me, RE8, and The Walten Files, but nothing hit me in the core like DR and Spamton did. It took me back to a time when I really got hardcore into fandom content in 2015 with Gravity Falls and Stanchez. Spamton was essentially the Stan type that I had been looking for and really made art for again. And really he was more at home on Twitter than Tumblr, so I shifted my focus there. Then came the inspiration. I was over come with so many ideas that I was able to think up more original ideas for myself. It all started with a tweet. I made a tweet wanting a more mature retelling of Beauty and the Beast where the main character was a single parent and the Beast wasn’t a beautiful, but unkind prince, but a magical human who earned his way into being cursed by holding on to his toxic traits instead of growing. This took up a huge space of my creativity and to this day I am still building ideas for them and the world they belong to. Lou Flores and Marv Gillespie will be posted here eventually don’t you worry : 3 Now for the personal life. So this entire pandemic it was mostly me at home and only going to work. I never saw friends nor family. However, there has been some amazing news this year and late last year. I finally met my boyfriend @laser-rabbit!! We have met up a few times actually and he just left after visiting me. As well as we are now part of a polycule : 3 We introduced another lovely person into our lives and they have sparked my creativity in ways I didn’t think were possible. Their name on tumblr is @harvest-honeymoon and they are so talented, please go check out their stuff <3 So yeah the point is twitter is becoming ever more a trashfire, I miss everyone, and I want to bring my OC and new fandom content back to here where the journey started. I hope to see you guys again very soon. Love you <3

#update #back to tumblr #mehwin speaks

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poinsettiaquinn · 4 years

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Writing my fic and realizing they've gotten stoned four chapters in a row smh those lucky bastards

#funny seeing you here #my fic #can i live blog me writing?#my fic nonetheless?#because i am #for my stanchez fic

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stanchez-sloppy-seconds · 6 years

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It's been a while, hey?

Last night I got to see Modest Mouse with @spinetrick and it was pretty damn bucket list worthy of a night!

#stanchez #rick sanchez #stanley pines #modest mouse #music #spitting venom has for a long time #been one of my fav songs for them #for a long time #and hearing it live #next to one of my best buds #who I met in this fandom #was a perfect moment 👌#so here's a tribute to that #and to the days of old #when we lurked the tag #SloppyArt

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spinetrick · 7 years

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have you considered rick getting a beer gut as he gets older and being freaked out by it because he's been so skinny his whole life but Stan think it's CUTE AS HELL and really enjoys teasing rick about it

….that is cute

#stanchez #stanley pines #rick sanchez #i headcanon that rick already has a flabby skinnyfat physique #which is not helped when he starts living with a man who survives on a diet of pancakes mystery brown meat and ice cream #Anonymous

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000666000 · 7 years

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“Until you three dipshits find more crystals we’ll be at the boring ass movies.”

Where their date gets ruined by a misplaced height-altering flashlight.

-000666000

#stanchez #older morty #older mabel and dipper #my art #also i live for movies

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smallmomoart · 7 years

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OH !?!?! MY !?!?! GOSH !?!?!?

That moment when an art senpai likes your cruddy art what do I even do it’s as if a God has graced me

#stanchez-sloppy-seconds #ok but i live by your art if you see this XD #momo shut up already

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rickitywrecked · 3 years

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Some Young Rick headcanons

TW/ Conversion camps/ child abuse/ drugs and alcohol

Rick grew up in the age of gay conversion camps and is very open that he sleeps with men, women, genderless beings of mass and even himself. I'm guessing his parents/dad specifically didn't appreciate that he was open about his sexuality, given the times and shipped him to a conversion camp, possibly tried smacking it out of him or emotionally manipulating him into suppressing it.

I believe this is what started his need to flee. He's always running from dimension to dimension and never settling down.

He seems like he was young when he started running from things because that shit never stops affecting you in some way and he self medicates with drugs and alcohol and doesn't like getting close to others. This could be part of the conversion camps affects on him and his dads inability to accept him for who he is. Rick is defiant and spiteful, he'd never let that shit work on him but it probably didn't help his self loathing.

This ties into some headcanons I have about young stanchez as well. Like why Rick and Stan are such perfect disasters. They can't go home because they did something unforgivable in their father's eyes but they're still surviving. They don't talk about their pasts but they know the other is just as damaged as themself. Rick and Stan found a home in the other. Which makes the fact Stan faked his death so much more heartbreaking for me because Stan was Ricks home when he was alone and had barely anyone to lean on.

TO SUMMARIZE-

Rick's dad sent him to a conversion camp, Rick ran away and started living that homeless trash life and self medicated with drugs and alcohol and continues to do so well into adulthood.

Also Stan is his found family

#rick and morty rp #rick sanchez hc #rick and morty hc #stanchez #have some angst #found in the drafts #tw conversion camp #tw drugs #tw alcohol #tw child abuse

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stephreynaart · 3 years

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Stanchez question: MORNINGS! What happens?

I feel like there’s not a lot of pillow talk, and their mornings are mostly comfortably silent.

They’re old men, they get up at 6, take a piss, take a shower, (Stan makes coffee and breakfast), eat, take pills, take a piss and then go about the day doing what they gotta do.

I headcanon Rick doesn’t live with Stan, he can only take that domestic life for a little while at a time and goes off to do his own thing for several weeks at a time, plus he’s got Beth, Morty and Summer. Stan doesn’t mind it, he’s off with Ford on the boat for most of the year. They’re not very dependent on one another, it’s mostly long distant. Once they’re together you’d never be able to tell they were apart, so mornings are just as boring and domestic as they would be if they were married.

#ask #ask me anything #headcanons #stanchez #gravity falls #stanley pines #rick and morty #rick sanchez

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mawok · 7 years

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I was in the middle of drawing these two yesterday when my computer up and died on me, but I still really wanted to contribute to this cute couple anyway! Lob belongs to @spinetrick Ricardo belongs to @stanchez-sloppy-seconds

#c-382 #lob #ricarlob #rick Sanchez #stanchez sloppy seconds #spinetrick #little orange buddy #that is just such a cute and pure name #I love these two #I'm just so disappointed I might have lost that file I was drawing all together :(#take my terrible phone photo rather than trying to find a scanner and my lack of photoshop editing because that died with the computer #heavy sigh #my art #forgot Ricardos tattoos but I'll shoot myself in the foot over that later haha #I feel like lob would enjoy sitting on Ricardos shoulders while they go see live bands together

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introvert-no-chameleon · 4 years

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Actual content instead of reposts??? On MY Tumblr??? More likely than you think!

After returning to the Rick and Morty fandom and watching the season 4 finale, I grew feral and wrote and edited this fic for three nights until 2 AM, which is a new record for me.

I’ll return to editing the next chapter of my Good Omens fic, but I am not done with Ricki Sanchez, because I think we all need some more badass trans space grandmothers in our lives.

I shall also watch Gravity Falls because I now stan Stanchez despite never watching a complete episode of the show, because this is my life now.

#rick and morty #archive of our own #my writing #trans rick sanchez #original trans character #ricki sanchez #one-shot

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marypsue · 5 years

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hormone hell

Have a few headcanons for a lady!Stanchez AU disguised as a fic. Content warning for homophobic slurs. Many thanks to the illustrious @ancientouroboros for the title!

I’m also on AO3 as MaryPSue!

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Constance “Stan” Filomena Pines is seventeen years old, in love with her best friend, and failing grade twelve math. And biology. And chemistry.

Honestly, she can’t really be blamed. Her sister Ford (”there’s six Bonnies in our grade, I can’t -” “well, you can’t go by Buford either!”) got all the family brains, and apparently their older sister Shermaine got both the talent and the common sense, since she blew Glass Shard Beach off years ago. Last Stan heard, she was living in New York and she was gonna break into Broadway any day now. So that just leaves Stan with the brawn, and, as she likes to tease Ford, the looks. (”We’re identical, Constance.”)

And, obviously, she can’t know anything about biology or chemistry, because if she did, she wouldn’t be head over heels for another girl.

Again, Stan really can’t be blamed. It would be impossible to get to know Carla McCorkle at all and not fall a little bit in love with her. Which is probably why Carla has had a string of useless boyfriends and Stan hasn’t had one. It probably has nothing to do with the fact that Stan is fascinated with Carla’s dimples and the way she moves like part of the music when she dances and the smell of fresh-cut flowers that seems to follow her everywhere and her amazing legs. Definitely not.

It might have something to do with the fact that Stan is technically a boy’s name, but there are no fewer than twelve Connies in their grade, which is double the number of Bonnies, which means she has twice the right Ford has to pick another nickname. Besides, nobody who laid eyes on her would ever mistake her for a boy. Stan makes damn sure of that. Maybe she’s not pretty, but nobody’s gonna look straight through a girl whose frankly fantastic tits are right out on display. Nobody’s gonna tell a girl who wears false eyelashes to gym class that she ‘just isn’t trying’.

Stan could have a boyfriend. Probably. If she wanted one. She just doesn’t want one right now.

(Because she’s in love with her best friend, and everything about that makes her want to burst into tears, because doesn’t it just fucking figure.)

...

Erika Sofia Ramirez Sanchez is seventeen years old, a high-school dropout, and living at the YWCA, and it’s none of anybody’s damn business why.

Just like the enormous spikes in electricity usage at the Y since she got there are none of anybody's business. Or where she gets the money for her room. Or what happened to the rest of her family. People are so fucking nosy in small towns. Glass Shard Beach is a hole, and she’s not planning on staying long. Just long enough to get another patent proposal together, sell that shit, scrape up a damage deposit. Get out of the fucking Y.

Living at the YWCA does have its perks, though. For one thing, nobody cares about when she comes and goes, or where she's going, or who she's with. Nobody cares what she's doing, so long as the noise and flashing lights don't wake the neighbours at odd hours. And she doesn't brown out the whole floor again.

For another thing, there's a gym. Erika's never cared much about bodybuilding or whatever, but there's a punching bag. She doesn't know anything about boxing and doesn't care enough to learn, but there's something she really likes about having something around to kick the crap out of that can't hit back.

Which is why, when she stumbles into the gym at about four in the afternoon and there's already somebody using the punching bag, her first impulse is to storm over and make that fucker give it back.

...

Stan doesn’t notice the other girl until she has to stop to catch her breath. That’s when she realizes she’s being watched. She steps back from the punching bag, breathing hard, too hard to say anything when she locks eyes with the tall girl who’s staring at her like Stan’s a riddle she’s trying to figure out.

She’s not pretty. But there’s something about her that catches Stan’s eye and keeps it there. She’s tall, and rawboned, long-faced and scowling. Her clothes are clean and in good repair, but worn at the hems and anywhere her stickman limbs bend, stretched shapeless by too many washes. Obviously secondhand. Stan should know, all of her clothes are the same.

At least Stan has style, though. This girl looks like she’s actually trying to avoid being noticed. If she has any curves, the straight, square cut of her plain grey t-shirt and bluejeans are hiding them, her mousy hair is scraped back in a utilitarian, messy ponytail, and she’s not wearing any makeup. She hasn’t even groomed the bush of ash-blond eyebrow crossing over her long, narrow nose.

She looks like she’s never spent a second on her appearance in her life. Not like the girls Stan knows who work really hard to look like they don’t care what they look like. She looks like she actually doesn’t give a damn what other people see when they look at her, and there’s something about it that’s…

Well. That’s hot as hell.

She's still standing there staring, though, like some kind of creep. Stan rubs the back of one wrapped hand across her forehead, catching a few rivulets of sweat before they run into her eyes. "Hey, take a picture, it'll last longer."

Unibrow girl doesn't look away. There's something almost challenging in her stare. Stan doesn't want to be the first to blink.

"What, what's with the staring? You some kinda dyke?" Stan blurts, feeling shaken, feeling brave. The word comes out like a slap, stings the inside of her mouth. She says it again, just because she finally has an excuse to. "You look like a dyke."

This finally pulls a reaction out of unibrow girl, though not the one Stan was expecting. The side of her narrow mouth quirks up into a smile, and she says, "T-takes one to know one."

Stan knows better than to mistake the stutter for fear.

Almost without her input, her hands ball back into fists. Stan throws a left hook at the punching bag, feigning nonchalance.

"You're still staring," she says, after a few more punches.

Unibrow girl puts her head to one side. "You d-didn't tell me to stop."

Stan doesn't actually have a good response to that, so she goes back to doing what she does best: punching.

By the time she's run through her repertoire two times more, the burn in her arms and shoulders has started to turn into leaden exhaustion, and unibrow girl's starting to look bored. Stan steps back from the punching bag, sweeping the stray hairs that had escaped her messy topknot back out of her face.

"All yours," she says to unibrow girl, as she steps off the mat. She can see the curious look unibrow girl gives her, but forces herself to keep walking, pretend she's not there.

Still, Stan can feel the other girl's eyes on her back all the way into the locker room.

#gravity falls #rick and morty #this is mary's fic tag #stanchez #this was gonna be longer but then it was. bad.

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stancheslovez · 5 years

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I Come Back To You Chapter 1 (Stanchez)

Chapter 1

A week had passed since the Pines twins had graduated high school, and Dipper had suggested to his Sister that they should move to Gravity Falls permanently. In all honestly Gravity Falls was a far better place than the town they lived in back in California, the air just seemed so much cleaner too. Not to mention, the area as far more interesting than living in a big city which was always so congested. Sure, summer trips to Gravity Falls were fun, but the idea of just being there permanently was a pleasant thought that he and his sister had been talking over with each other for a couple of years now. They both had some friends there, and Dipper just felt more at home there each summer they visited.

When the bus arrived, Dipper grabbed for his bags and looked to Mabel. “Ready?” He asked, getting excited about being back in Gravity Falls once again, it was always exciting to come back more so since they were moving here with their uncles. “You bet!” Mabel replied, happily grabbing her bags as she followed him onto the bus. They’d sold most of their stuff beforehand so they could buy their things once there, it would save on shipping, so they didn’t have to bring a whole bunch of boxes with them.

She was just as excited as her twin brother, especially to see her uncles again, maybe finally get a boyfriend this time around or something if that was even in the cards. Mabel wasn’t as boy crazy as she had been back then, but she still wanted someone to love her.

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A minor tremble could be felt in Gravity Falls, the place waiting for the twins to return, the small quake causing the Bill statue to tremble just a little like the demon encased inside was slowly waking from his slumber.

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Stan stood in the kitchen of the shack as his popcorn was currently finishing up in the microwave when it had finished, he took it out and opened it up. “Do you think the kids want rooms of their own?” He asked, looking to Ford as he headed back to the living room and sat beside him. The man’s twin hummed in thought as he looked at Stan.

“Maybe, but we’ll have to ask them once they get here.” He suggested; glad they had built onto the shack a few summers ago just so that there was room for when the twins wanted separate rooms of their own. He took some popcorn from the bag that Stan had popped, stopping a moment when he felt the slight tremor. “That felt like a tiny earthquake.” He hummed, wondering what had caused it, but then again it could have just been the tectonic plates or something.

“Did you leave the portal on?” Stan asked after a moment.

“Nope, I distinctly remember turning that thing off before leaving the room,” Ford said, thinking about it a bit before nodding in confirmation. “But it doesn’t hurt to double check.” He hummed as he got up, putting the code in the secret door before heading downstairs to take a quick look.

Stan gave a small snort as he left. “Nerd.” He said with a hint of fondness as he put some popcorn in his mouth and eating it before turning his attention to the TV, their relationship was better these days and Stan felt better than ever. Even if they didn’t reconnect romantically, he felt that was fine, at least his brother was here, and they got along again. Besides, he was far too old for love anyway, though sometimes his thoughts would turn to the blue-grey hair in his dreams which smelled like alcohol out of nowhere.

He pushed that thought away…that had been a long time ago.

Ford returned a couple of minutes later, closing the entrance before heading back to the couch and sitting down beside his brother. “It was off; I’m not sure what the tremor was.” He said, not too concerned with the cause, though he did wonder about it a bit before his thoughts turned elsewhere. “We should make dinner for the kids before they arrive.” He said as his eyes turned to the time on the clock.

“What do we want to make? It’ll be about four hours; I know this nice chili Verde recipe from when I was in prison back in Mexico which will take about that long.” Stan suggested.

The other hummed in thought and nodded. “Sure, sounds like it’ll be delicious.” He said before getting up and heading toward the kitchen; he got out the pan to cook with and the meat they would be using for the chili as Stan set the popcorn aside before joining him in the kitchen. “Do we have any tortillas?” He asked as he got to work on cutting up the veggies and other things for the sauce.

“Yup,” Ford replied as he went to grab the bag that he had put with the rest of the bread items.

“Great, wrap them in threes, then put them in some aluminum foil. We’ll back them toward the end enough to soften them up.” Stan said and spent the next few hours cooking with his brother which he had found fun.

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Soon the sign for Gravity Falls came into view, and Mabel beamed when she saw it. “We’re here!” She said, grabbing her brother’s arm in excitement and Dipper smiled, getting up when the bus slowed at their stop. He grabbed his bags and put them over his shoulder. Let's head to the Mystery Shack.” He said as they got off and he started walking; his sister grinning as she took off after him happily.

Once they reached the shack Dipper headed inside and looked around the living room before venturing further inside the house. “Uncle Stan, Ford?” Dipper called before reaching the kitchen and smiling as the scent of food hit his nose. “Kids, you made it!” Stan beamed as he made his way over, wrapping his arms tightly around the two in a bear hug.

“Ah! Squishing me!” Mabel squeaked.

Dipper chuckled a little as he hugged Stan back, smiling. “Hey, Uncle Stan.” He said happily as Ford came over and took them both in a hug as well, though not as bone-crushing as his brother had done a moment earlier.

“We’re so glad to finally be here!” Mabel said excitedly.

“We’re glad to have you both back,” Ford said, smiling. “Now, I’m sure both of you are very hungry after your trip.” He said.

“Starved, whatever you guys made smells good,” Dipper said, feeling his stomach grumble as he took in the smell of the food that was being cooked.

“Some authentic Mexican food straight from prison.” Stan teased.

“I love Mexican!” Mabel said excitedly.

Dipper nodded and smiled. “Sounds good to me.” He said as Stan got the food and hotplates.

“We even made some Mabel juice, though not the super potent blend,” Stan told them as Dipper and Mabel sat down at the kitchen table with Ford. “Alright, sounds good,” Dipper replied as they were served their food.

Taking a bite of his food, Dipper looked to his uncles, wondering what all they had done on their adventures while they were away for the school year; he always enjoyed hearing what all they had done while he and his sister were away.

“We fought a giant squid and were still being attacked by baby ones. I haven’t had so much calamari in my life!” Stan said, and Ford chuckled softly as he went on about other things they had done during the year over dinner with Dipper and Mabel listening, captivated by all that had gone on.

Once their storytelling of their events from traveling was over Ford sat up and looked at them. “Will you two be sharing a room again or do you two want separate ones this time?” He asked after a moment, knowing they both were practically adults now, and sometimes siblings didn’t want to share rooms when they were older. “We can share if there’s no room, we don’t want you living in the basement again,” Mabel said.

“Nah, we built an extra room on just in case you two wanted to have your own rooms,” Stan assured her.

“Yeah, so, no harm is done there.” Ford smiled.

Dipper nodded at that and hummed in thought. “Then sure, we can do separate rooms. Coin flip to see who gets the new room, Mabel?” He asked, looking to his sister who just gave a smug look. “I already claimed it!” She stated.

“Do I sense another butt kissing contest?” Stan grinned.

“Maybe.” Dipper chuckled.

“This should be entertaining.” Ford sighed, smiling.

“Very.” Stan nodded as Mabel stood up suddenly, taking the dirty dishes from the table since everyone was practically done eating and everything. “I call dishes!” She said excitedly as she put them on the counter, taking her sweater off and around her waist before starting the water and waiting for it to heat up enough with the soap.

“I’ll clean the living room!” Dipper added before leaving the kitchen to go work on the living room, and Ford chuckled softly while his brother got up from the table. “I’ll go make a scoreboard.” He said, leaving the room, god he’d missed these kids and was so glad that adulthood hadn’t changed them all that much.

~~~~o~~~~

Taking a swig of the liquid in his flask, Rick tasked himself with a project he had been pointlessly working on while Morty was out with Summer doing something, what that something was he wasn’t quite sure, but he didn’t quite care. It was most likely that Morty was at school, and maybe Summer was picking him up? He couldn’t quite remember, but he knew she had graduated a couple years ago and didn’t go anymore.

His thoughts were interrupted when Morty came running into the open garage and trying to catch his breath, making Rick look up from his work. “Uh…R-Rick, I think we have a problem…” The boy said, twiddling his fingers a little as he bit his lip before speaking up once again. “A kid at my school summoned a demon today, and he was saying weird stuff...” He said causing Rick to set his project down.

Project forgot he stood up and rolled his eyes. “A demon? What the hell is it with kids these days? Summoning demons…” The old man couldn’t believe kids these days were so careless with things like the supernatural, it was ridiculous what people did, like summoning demons for whatever the hell reason they had. “Alright, what does this demon look like?” He asked, grumbling a little as he made his way over to a box and started sifting through it for stuff that might help in the situation, though he didn’t deal much in the supernatural. No, science was more his thing, and sure, he dealt with the supernatural every once in a while…but it just hadn’t been something he had worked to make sure he was prepared for thoroughly.

“Uh…you know the triangle thing on money? Just like that except, symmetrical…and suave?” Morty said, thinking. “He convinced half the kids to give him souls, and he didn’t even do anything.”

Rick scoffed at this and rolled his eyes. “Of all the…you don’t willingly give your soul to a demon no matter how smooth talking they are!” He groaned, making an ah-ha noise when he found a box of salt, handing it over to Morty before grabbing a few other things. “Alright, let's go and get rid of this thing.” He said before hopping into his space ship and took off when Morty got in the passenger seat.

“The demon said he finally made it to a universe that didn’t have a ‘Gravity Falls’ in it, do you know what that is?” Morty asked, looking to Rick who stopped a moment to think, god he hadn’t thought that place in years…thought about that fierce as nails brunette he spent a lot of the time making love to when they weren’t off doing some form of crime. The only person he felt anything for as much as he had Dian.

“Gravity falls? It’s a small town with a lot of supernatural activity…it’s in another dimension. This is going to take a lot more than just us two Morty. That demon is not going to be easy to get rid of.” He said as he drove his ship.

“Have you met him before?” Morty asked, looking a little afraid, if he and Rick couldn’t take this demon, then who could? His grandfather could practically take on anything and outsmart them or annoy the holy hell out of them till they wanted to just die or try revenge that just outright failed.

“Sounds like Bill Cipher…and if that’s the case, we’re in a shit tone of trouble,” Rick said as the ship approached the school, the place was on fire and looked far more different than he had last seen it, now reshaped into the form of a pyramid. “Oh fuck…” Rick said as he observed. “Yeah, that’s Bill, fucking Bill all over.” He may not have met the demon, but he had heard of him somewhere in his travels, the guy was known as a nightmare demon, and he had caused quite a lot of chaos.

His thoughts were interrupted when Morty spoke up. “So…what do we do?” He asked, wringing his hands nervously and Rick sighed as he sat back, watching the chaos unfold in front of them. “We’re taking a trip to Gravity Falls for one…where is your sister? She was here to pick you up right?” He asked.

“I think so, I ran to find you as soon as I sensed trouble…” Morty said, upset. “What if he eats Summer?” He asked, freaking out a little bit as Rick grabbed a blaster from behind his seat, handing it to Morty before grabbing another for himself. “Let's go.” He said, getting out of the ship and heading inside. The place was total chaos, weird eyeballs turning people to stone and carrying them away while random monsters partied. Bill was in the middle of the gymnasium looking around. “Man, this dimension is defenseless! I’m a genius!” He said happily.

“Okay, that’s not good…” Rick said and hit one of the creatures before it could get either him or Morty as they looked for Summer and his grandson was trying his best not to hyperventilate while he shot at the monsters with his grandfather. “Summer!” He called, hoping that his sister heard him.

As he called for her Summer poked her head out of one of the classrooms. “Morty!” She called, and Rick grabbed Morty’s arm, leading him over toward his granddaughter as he shot at a few of the creatures. “Let's get the hell out of here.” He said once he had her and started for the door.

“What about Bill? What’s he going to do?” Morty asked, afraid as another wall burst into flames, by the time they made it out they would see that the influence was spreading at a steady pace. “You two get in the car, I’ll see what I can do,” Rick said before leaving to head back inside.

Morty frowned and turned to Summer. “We can’t leave Rick alone; he said he couldn’t stop Bill on his own!” He said, and Summer bit her lip as she thought a moment before grabbing his arm. “Maybe he has some extra weapons in the car.” She said before dragging her brother out to the car so they could get some blasters so they could help.

~~~~o~~~~

Rick entered the room, blaster, in hand as he took in the sight of the gym turned throne room, glaring at the triangle as he spoke. “I don’t appreciate you trying to take over my dimension.” He said as he held his blaster up and shot it at him only for the demon to stop the blast with his hand. “And I don’t appreciate old people trying to stop me, either.” He said.

The triangle grabbed at Rick, bringing him closer before frowning as he caught a very faint scent on the elderly scientist before him. “you carry a faint smell…you’ve Been to Gravity Falls! Are you a dimension hopper?!” He asked in a demanding tone as he glared at the man before him.

“I am, and I haven’t been to Gravity Falls in years, but I’m aware of you. I don’t know why you’re here in this dimension, but I’m going to take you out of it.” He said as he started creating a circle and chanting; Rick wasn’t much on messing with demons or anything, and he probably wasn’t doing this right, but at least it could stop this guy from ruining everything.

Before much else could be done Bill roared and smashed Rick hard into the ground, preventing him from trying much else. “No you don’t, old man! I may have lost there, but I will not lose here!” He roared as Rick cursed, groaning as he got up shakily as he looked at the triangle with a slight smirk. “Ooh, I’m scared.” Rick taunted, rolling his eyes as he got back to chanting as he tried to stop the demon, but Morty and Summer had come back, trying to shoot at him once more causing the triangle to roar once more as he reached for Summer only to be shot in the eye by Morty which sent the demon spinning.

“You little fucker! Always the eye! That’s it, you’re dead, all dead!” He shot random bolts of energy at kids, missing mostly since he was unable to see but some grazed Morty’s shoulder, it burned more than anything he had felt before.

“Morty, Summer! Car, now!” Rick yelled, knowing they wouldn’t win this one; he was going to have to break down and head to Gravity Falls if they were going to take on this demon. He ran to the car, making sure Summer and Morty got in before getting in himself as his grandson held his shoulder, trying his best not to cry with how painful it felt.

As Rick drove off Summer looked at the burn on Morty’s shoulder to see how bad it was while their grandfather pulled up a portal for the car to go through. His injury was significant and discolored, but it wasn’t bleeding much thankfully, but it took the same of Cipher’s seal as the ship landed in front of a shack that was in the middle of the woods. “Grandpa, where are we?” She asked as her eyes fell on the building in front of them, it looked like one of those dumb tourist traps, though it didn’t seem like it had visitors these days.

“Gravity Falls, Oregon…and this is the Mystery Shack,” Rick said.

“The place Bill Mentioned?” Morty asked, shoulder throbbing a bit, though it felt better since it was doctored, getting out of the ship with Rick and Summer. “Yeah, this is it.” Rick sighed as he looked around.

~~~~o~~~~

Stan turned off the TV when he heard something and narrowed his eyes. “Ford, did you hear that?” He asked, and Ford frowned, getting up from his chair. “Sounded like a ship landing or something…” He said as he went to the door, looking to investigate as he checked outside the window. “We have visitors…and hey came in a space ship.” He said, a little confused since they looked human. He turned to see his brother slipping on his brass knuckles before heading out the door. It was then that Stan stopped in his tracks as he looked at the man before him, going slack-jawed as he looked at the man with the grey-blue hair as well as the scent of booze that followed the man like it always did. “R-Rick?!”

Rick looked to him and scratched his head, feeling a slight bit nervous at seeing the other man before him. “Stan, hey.” He said before noticing the other man coming out the door. “Looks like you got that portal working...”

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