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dear-yandere · 3 years

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—ask collection!

a collection of mostly very old chats and sweet asks that i never got around to answering! thanks for the patience and love!!

beware, fairly long post... woops....

chat asks.

darling: Eu-jin is best boy. Change my mind.

vanya: i am physically incapable of fulfilling that request, how dare you do that to me... i’m biased since he’s my own oc, but i would die for my (very best) boy eu-jin... who can resist such a gentle yandere that loves you so whole-heartedly?

that reminds me! he’s actually based off of kuroyuki and gekkamaru from the otome nightshade, so if you want similar characters by any chance, do check them and the game out ♡

darling: I was watching the dub for Part 5 of JoJo's Bizarre adventure yesterday...Mista called himself Daddy and I like- sdfghjfgsdhnhnmj!! My heart can't take this--

vanya: WAIT HE DID???? i’m not even big on daddy kink and reading that made me go 😳 this is vital information to know... what episode was this??? for research purposes, of course. gotta perfect my yan! mista, after all~...

darling: for yandere songs, have you heard of the major to minor covers by chase holfelder :O? the way he delivers the lyrics in some songs (betty, all i want for christmas), added with the key changes to minor, is really fantastic, and gives a stalker-ish vibe imo! and he's a really good singer in general

vanya: i have!! a good chunk of them are actually on my personal yandere playlist, so i end up hearing them frequently when i’m writing!! i haven’t been keeping up with his uploads recently, so ‘betty’ is completely new to me and just, wow???????????? this man is an absolute god send for us “romantic” horror fans... ♡

this ask gave me such a lovely idea, though, darling: assigning yandere types/mbti based off each of chase’s minor key covers. i think i’ll do that just for you. ♡

darling @blossomiich: I reread some of your old character interaction asks and saw the one with Jotaro hugging his Darling after a panic attack and the elephant seal plush reminded me of the iconic C H O N K Y ringed seal plushie that was kinda trending and I can totally imagine Jotaro having one of those >w< that's so adorable!

vanya: i honestly don’t remember that interaction, but then again i don’t remember most things hmghng so i looked it up and

j...just imagine star plat hogging it and not letting joot cuddle with it 🥺 the duality of man...thank you for this cute image...

darling: Umm, sorry for asking this. I'm just curious because of your bio language in your header. Are you Chinese too, perhaps?

vanya: no worries!! i’m mixed guyanese (indian, chinese, & possibly black and/or portuguese), but my family only celebrates (or rather, acknowledges?) our indian descent, since the majority of our family is predominantly east indian.

my header is actually a quote from a danmei novel (and one of my all-time favorite fandoms), tiān guān cì fú (heaven’s official blessing)!

darling genki stan anon: Omg you're writing for free now, i didn't expect that one lol. It's a cute show innit? Not a nagi stan but I feel like nagisa has that kinda unsnapped personality that would make him peak delusional yandere material lolol like oikawa but less threatening and without his head being up his own ass 😂. Hope you're doing well!! -gsa

Gdjsjs im such a fool, i think my last ask said something about not thinking you'd write for free when i literally just pointed out kisumi on your sideblog LMAO my bad 😅 😂 also ill hold back on the gen chan requests because ive already asked so many in the past! Thank you though 🥺. Also feel free not to post this, it can just dip into my onesided chats with my lil flower 💐 so long as you receive them im fine 😌 -genki stan anon

vanya: nagisa isn’t my favorite (kisumi is), but gods if he wouldn’t make a great yandere. honestly, out of the iwatobi boys, nagi is probably the most unhinged. i wouldn’t peg him as delusional, at least not at first; i think he’s very lucid and knows exactly what he wants and how to manipulate people in order to get it!!! kisumi is fairly similar now that i think about it... i might... have a type...

please feel free to send in gen-chan requests whenever you want!!!! i’m kinda super asocial, so it’ll take me a while to answer, but i love getting asks from you since you’re so sweet and excitable!!! your little flower reads and cherishes them all!! 🥺

also darling genki stan anon: Sorry for spamming you with asks hdjkdks, u dont even need to reply im just kinda brain empty venting here whether you recieve them or not 😂 i just needed to confess that while yes i am #1 gen simp, and he is undoubtedly my fave oc of yours but that Ilya tentacle smut had me very much so highkey kinda 👀, had to re read the genki oral style drabble to bring my head back. He dont even need to worry about luca bc that man a thot. I think therin is a thot too but like lowkey, a classy thót -gsa

vanya: omg i’ve kept this one for forever mnmghngh i might’ve even answered at some other point, now that i think about it... but i just 🥺 gosh i hope i find my muse soon, because i really wanna write you a genki fic 🥺 hhhh

the ilya tentacle smut was so in character for that boy... i have no clue how to write monsters, much less tentacles, but i’d honestly do anything for him 🙏 kinky russian boy...

therin is definitely a classy thot, the kind that only bangs the finest concubines then turns around and slut shames you for banging the very same prostitutes gbfmngnfg rules don’t apply to him, in his kingdom...wish that were me tbh ✊😔

sweet asks.

darling one: i've read almost all of your dazai and chuuya fics and i love them so much!! your formatting is also super aesthetic just a question, i saw on your kofi that you also draw so i was wondering if you drew all the header arts?? bc they're all super pretty :) have a great day!

darling two: Just wanted to say love the writing and the way your format your posts is so aesthetically pleasing. One day I hope my posts looks half as good as yours because I legit can't get over how pretty and organized it looks.

vanya: omg thank you so much!!!! one of my bffs, yue, is to thank for the formatting and aesthetic choices, really! if you wanna see more of her aesthetic formats and posts, she actually runs a few blogs! you may know her as @milkscafe, formally @milkaaton! i adore her and her aes choices so much 🥺

as for the headers, i don’t draw 99.98% of them! i have drawn a couple, but they’re so few and far in between since i almost never finish my art wips haha... my older posts are lacking proper credits because i’m an absolute idiot, but i’m slowly working my way backwards to credit them all where possible! they’re all indeed super pretty!!!

have a great day yourself, my love!!

darling: THEY’RE NOT BAD CONTENT, I LOVE THEM ALL

vanya: this was in response to a now-deleted lil blurb but i kept it in my inbox because i wanted to say i love u very much and seeing this ask each time i open my inbox makes my heart skip a beat ♡

darling: Listen I love your writing, you inspired me to start it myself! I've always loved to write, and read of course but your style and concepts just stick with me. If you where to write something besides Yandere content/fandom content and started your own series? I would read the shit, out of it. I'm always nervous to interact with my favorite writers because you know, I'm afraid of the impression I'd leave but I just wanted to say this anyway! 💞💞💞🔫😳

vanya: wowowow fgfnmgnfmngfg that’s such a high compliment my brain just gmfnbgmnf go boom fogjfngnfg and thank you for the interaction, us writers truly appreciate it no matter how awkward or nervous you think you may be / come off!!!

darling one: As a writer, your post struck a nerve with me. I don’t send feedback to writers I like nearly as much as I should (and certainly not as much as I’d like in return as a writer). So, as such, I’m going to start doing that when I can, starting with you.

You are an incredible writer. You were one of the first yandere writing blogs I found and you’re still one I check in on regularly to see what you have been working on. You can portray a sense of suspense and intrigue in a natural way that many other writers - published ones included - struggle with. You delve into the darkness without it feeling forced, and you have an amazing grasp on the psyches of the characters you write for (which is a quality I adore in writing and strive toward myself).

I’m not great at ending these things so I guess.. you keep doing you? Because the you is great and I appreciate it.

darling two: hey. i'm here to tell you that from the bottom of my heart i love you and your writings. i really admire your writing skills. you inspire me. one of your posts once saved me from a nervous breakdown. thank you for everything you do. you're a wonderful person. good luck!

darling three: I wanted to tell you that thank you for writing such wonderful beautiful writings and that you take time to edit and write I hope you are taking care of yourself 💖❤

darling four: Thanks. I was having a hard time and deleted all my apps, but as soon as i opened my phone my first instinct was to look at your blog and i got my motivation back. Thanks (:

darling five: Hi ! I just wanted to say I really enjoy the stories you write and how they are detailed so well ! Stay safe and I hope you have a good day/night ! ლ(╹◡╹ლ)

vanya: ahhhh, these are very old asks mostly dating back to my “tumblr writing community is dying” post, and i’ve kept them this entire time because i’m just so starstruck. i have no clue how to reply to compliments, so i’m not sure what else to say besides that these asks made me very happy and got me through a few insecure moments!!! i’ve actually been feeling a little down about my writing recently, mostly because of lack of motivation / inspiration, so revisiting these really warmed my heart, so thank you truly ♡ i’m certainly keeping the originals in my inbox until the end of time!!

darling @monstrously-obsessed: psst, this local cryptic mom thing send all of their love for you 💕

vanya: your local herbo says she loves you very much momster 🥺 mwah

also, to the anon worried about my safety:

thank you so much for pointing that out!!! it hadn’t even crossed my mind when i made those ocs, so i appreciate your concern! i was contemplating revamping those two as is, so this is a great place to start! thank you again!!

#asks collection #not a fic #vanya rambles #[ vanya LITERALLY rambles ]#[ life's hard when you're this asocial i swear fgmnfgnmfg ]#[ now to answer concept asks ]

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zodi-aries · 4 years

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"StanfordnPines I swear by all that is holy in this world, if you ever lead us down a waterfall again I will hog tie you to the roof of my truck and drive through a cornfield, you hear me!!" Fiddldford screeched.

Both he and Ford looking like drown rats after tumbling off the side.

"Look at the bright side, Fiddleford! We're alive and the worst we got was some messy hair, a couple of scrapes and the boat just needs a new paint job!" The young researcher offered, attempting to placate his partner. "Besides look at this cave!" He gestured around them. The walls and land around the water inside were all littered with twinkling rocks and gems, the water seemed to glow a low, calm powder blue. Even some of the plant life was glowing. "How can you be upset when we've found all this?!" Ford asked as he directed the boat going further into the cave.

"Not fallin' offa damn cliff would be ni--" Ford had cut his partner off rasing his hand to his lips. He whispered, "Do you .... Do hear you that?" Fiddleford listened, "Is ... Is that cryin'? Is somebody stuck in here?" The engineer grew concerned. They began to stir the boat towards the quiet sobbing, rounding a corner, Ford sat in his spot frozen. Fiddleford was about to question why they had suddenly stopped--

Sitting alone on a slate in the middle of the cave, was a mermaid? Here in the middle of Oregon?!

Ford pulled out his journal, feverishly scribbling in it, because of course he was, he had to get this down! Fiddleford would be rolling his eyes if he wasn't so focused on the mermaid in front of them.

"I'm gonna talk to her!" Ford said excitedly. Fiddleford blinked "What?! No! We don't know if she's friendly or not and--"

"I AIN'T A GIRL, FUCKER!" came a shout both scientists looked over. Sure enough, this mer'maid' was indeed a mer'man'!! And said merman was looking at them very much like an angry dog looks at the hand that had taken their food. "Your in a cave stupid!! Your voices bounce off the walls and echo no matter how quiet you are!" The merman yelled. Ford recovered quickly and paddled towards the creature, both the merman and Fiddleford froze astonished.

"Yes, we're terribly sorry for intruding, we heard crying and worried it might be a wayward fisher, who had gotten stuck!" Ford held out his hand but the closer he got, the merman started backing away to the edge of his little slate. "Don't you come near me two legs!! I ain't afraid to drag you both down and drown you!!" Fiddleford let out a squeal. "Stanford that is a sign that we should leave him be!!" The engineer tried to get Ford to back off. Ford looked back at Fiddleford, "Don't be ridiculous! A mermaid--" "MAN I'M A GUY!!" "Right sorry! MerMAN all the way out here, think about it? Aren't you curious?" Ford asks again "No! I'm not because he is damn sure not gonna wanna gimme answers!!" Fiddleford counters harshly. Ford turns back to the merman. "Please can I at least know your name?!" He begs as Fiddleford rows them away.

"You gonna leave?"

"Yes!" Ford agreed but that didn't mean he wouldn't come back later on his own.

"My name would take you forever to pronounce right, but in your language, it translates to Stanley...NOW GO AWAY!!" 'Stanley' smacked down his tail, causing a large wave to push the boat further away.

Part 1 for Mer!Stan, anybody want pt2?

#stancest #ford pines #stan pines #Mer!Stan #Researcher!Ford #guest appearance by Fiddleford

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gosecretscribbles · 5 years

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MonthofMaybel2019 Week 3: Living with Your Average Nerdbro

A/N: After last week's angst I NEEDED FLUFF so have some mabel/stan bonding over their adorably nerdy nerdbros!

KOALA_PIG_QUEEN))): Grunkle Stan

KOALA_PIG_QUEEN))): Grunkle Staaaaaaan

brassknucklegrunkle: what

KOALA_PIG_QUEEN))): Dipper's hogging Anansi and I wanted to get

him to try on a sweater but he's too busy doing 'experiments' with his

webbing

brassknucklegrunkle: the heck is anansi

KOALA_PIG_QUEEN))): He's this smoking-hot six-inch-tall Spider

Person with little chocolate freckles and a big fluffy spider butt

brassknucklegrunkle: we really need to talk about your taste in boys

KOALA_PIG_QUEEN))): Dipper is hogging him and I'm so bored I

could die

brassknucklegrunkle: YOU'R bored

brassknucklegrunkle: try bein stuck on a boat in the middle of the ocean

with a guy who's mostly interested in poking things that want to kill you

KOALA_PIG_QUEEN))): to be fair you do that too

brassknucklegrunkle: Hey, I poke things and run away

brassknucklegrunkle: HE WANTS TO STUDY WHAT THE

MONSTER LOOKS LIKE FROM THE INSIDE

KOALA_PIG_QUEEN))): Right?! Last week Dipper found some kind

of raccoon with crab pinchers digging through our neighbor's salami pile

and the first thing he wanted to do was poke it with a stick

KOALA_PIG_QUEEN))): I man I think it was a raccoon

KOALA_PIG_QUEEN))): Either way it could pinch harder than an old-

timey grandma

brassknucklegrunkle: That's nothing. Last week this little trash island

bumped up against our boat and it was covered with these little blue

singing things that numbed your face.

KOALA_PIG_QUEEN))): Why would they numb your face?

brassknucklegrunkle: They looked like mushrooms and i was sick of

fish okay?

brassknucklegrunkle: ANYWAY they were the food for this sea serpent

the size of a sky scraper, which was pretty cool until it ate a ton of the

mushrumbas rolled over and played dead

KOALA_PIG_QUEEN))): LIKE A LITTLE TEN-TON PUPPY?!!

brassknucklegrunkle: More like a conman with a million-dollar mark

brassknucklegrunkle: Ford was like OH LOOK DEAD CRYPTID

PERFECT FOR SCIENCE and leaped right into its mouth, started poking

at its teeth. I stayed on the boat until i saw its one eye rolling, I was

shouting at Ford to get out but he was doing his stupid genius thing and Ii

had to jump in there to save his sorry butt

KOALA_PIG_QUEEN))): NO WAY DID YOU DIE

brassknucklegrunkle: APPARENTLY BECAUSE IT STARTED

SWALLOWING

KOALA_PIG_QUEEN))): Uh oh

brassknucklegrunkle: Worst part I couldn't even get a good guilt trip out

of it because halfway down the throat got claustrophobic

KOALA_PIG_QUEEN))): Ohhhhh bad

brassknucklegrunkle: I punched our way out and Ford didn't get

flashbacks but he shut up for like an hour and not in a good way. He

wanted to just hole up below deck with his nerd stuff but I was aafraid his

brain would panic so I gassed him out

KOALA_PIG_QUEEN))): ew

brassknucklegrunkle: YEAH BABY WHO ATE TOO MUCH CRAB

FOR BREAKFAST

KOALA_PIG_QUEEN))): I thought the point was NOT to freak him

out???

brassknucklegrunkle: Eh, I brought up all the nerd junk that wasn't

nailed down and some coffee, he was fine,

brassknucklegrunkle: kinda reminded me of Dipper

KOALA_PIG_QUEEN))): Dipper's not claustrophobic tho?

brassknucklegrunkle: Not that part, the anxious nerd part. For the last

half of the summer sometimes I'd be coming up from the portal, frick that

is weird to say, and he'd be walking around the Shack muttering under his

breath but still asleep.

KOALA_PIG_QUEEN))): uhhhh that's probably from bill

brassknucklegrunkle: no, that was way before weirdmag

brassknucklegrunkle: wait

KOALA_PIG_QUEEN))): uh, yeah, Dipper kinda made a deal with

him? and Bill stole his body and tried to ruin my puppet show? that was

Bill in Dipper's body you were filming, ahaha whoops???

brassknucklegrunkle: WHAT

brassknucklegrunkle: YOU CANNOT CUSS ON THIS WEBSITE

brassknucklegrunkle: HE MADE A DEAL WITH YOU CANNOT

CUSS ON THIS WEBSITE BILL CIPHER BEHIND MY BACK AND

NEITHER OF YOU TOLD ME

KOALA_PIG_QUEEN))): sorry sorry sorry!

KOALA_PIG_QUEEN))): I can airlift you brownies! Full of guilt! Guilt brownies!!

brassknucklegrunkle: TOFFEE PEANUT BROWNIES IS HE STILL

SLEEPWALKING

KOALA_PIG_QUEEN))): It's getting better I think??

KOALA_PIG_QUEEN))): I wake up when he does that here because

our bed creaks and he's only done it like twice, I hold his hands until he

wakes up and basically pump him full of hot chocolate with mountains of

whipped cream and so many colored sprinkles it turned into a rainbow

KOALA_PIG_QUEEN))): Although one time I woke up for a midnight

snack of sugar packets, as you do, and I heard Ford call him on Skybe and

they talked for a while

brassknucklegrunkle: I told him not to wake you two up

KOALA_PIG_QUEEN))): please, Dipper's awake like all the time, he's

practically an honorary vampire

brassknucklegrunkle: he's pale enough

brassknucklegrunkle: i don't get it, Ford knows he can talk to me, right?

Why doesn't he?

KOALA_PIG_QUEEN))): Aw, Grunkle Stan

brassknucklegrunkle: I mean we are literally the only two people around

for hundreds of miles and he still skybes with someone else, either that or

he's doing more weird nerd stuff

KOALA_PIG_QUEEN))): Maybe that's just his way of coping

sometimes?

brassknucklegrunkle: There are better ways of coping than jumping

feet-first down a sea serpent's throat

KOALA_PIG_QUEEN))): okay point

KOALA_PIG_QUEEN))): Dipper's like that too sometimes, he's all

obsessed with Anansi and I want to hang out with him but I kind of feel

like I'm getting in the way.

KOALA_PIG_QUEEN))): Grunkle Stan, sometimes I get scared that

he'll obsess over his nerd stuff so much that I'll lose him even when he's

sitting right next to me.

KOALA_PIG_QUEEN))): Grunkle stan what do I do

brassknucklegrunkle: first of all stop stress knitting

KOALA_PIG_QUEEN))): how did you

brassknucklegrunkle: knitting is fine stress knitting is knot

KOALA_PIG_QUEEN))): Hey-o!

brassknucklegrunkle: That's my girl!

brassknucklegrunkle: Okay second, that nerd can get so deep in his

nerdery he doesn't even realize he's ignoring you. So what you need to do

is be as loud and obnoxious as possible to get his attention ,and once you

have it go do something you both love doing!

KOALA_PIG_QUEEN))): OH OH!!! IDEA!!!

KOALA_PIG_QUEEN))): Dipper likes science and I like cooking,

right? I can ask Anansi if we can feed him colored powdered sugar and

see if his webbing turns into a rainbow! It shall be a perfect smoothie

blend of art and weirdness!

KOALA_PIG_QUEEN))): Then Dipper will be like 'uuhhh that's so cool

mabel I should've included you sooner' and i can GUILT TRIP HIM

FOREVER

brassknucklegrunkle: Yes! YESS!!

brassknucklegrunkle: USE HIS OWN NERDERY AGAINST HIM

KOALA_PIG_QUEEN))): GRUNKLE STAN YOU SHOULD

TOTALLY TO THAT TOO!!!

KOALA_PIG_QUEEN))): Open a selkie-slash-mermaid dating services

so yu get hot dates and he gets to study weirdness!!

KOALA_PIG_QUEEN))): And then you can talk about your dates for

HOURS and he'll have to listen to EVERY SINGLE DETAIL because it's

SELKIE SCIENCE

brassknucklegrunkle: GENIUS

brassknucklegrunkle: Mabel sweetie you make me so proud

brassknucklegrunkle: Now go commit emotional blackmail, and don't

forget to make me those brownies

KOALA_PIG_QUEEN))): Yes, Grunkle Stan!! MABEL AWAY!!!!

#monthofmaybel2019 #week 3 #living with your average nerdbro #i needed fluff #this is fluff #stan #stanley #stan pines #stanley pines #how many versions of his name do we really need #grunkle stan #mabel pines #nerdbro #dipper #ford

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xxdecipheringgravityfallsxx · 5 years

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I: Has Tumblr caused you to stop liking any fandoms, if so, which and why? --- V: Which character do you relate to most? From any story?

I stopped liking a fandom not because of tumblr per say, but just some certain toxic fans deterred me from a fandom. That's all I'm gonna say. Not gonna say the fandom either, it just hurts too much to think about.

Also I actually relate to Stan, Ford, Mabel, Dipper, Bill and way off the fandom chart but: Fluttershy and Raphael. Ruby, Peridot, Lapis and Amethyst.

The most believe it or not.

Stan because:

1. My family life used to be very toxic and unhealthy.

2. Parents used to be disappointed in me almost all the time.

3. Didn't have the best relationships with my brothers.

4. Has been threatened with being kicked out more times than I can count.

5. Used to lie a lot to my parents to avoid punishment.

6. Used to shirk off my daily expectations and made up a plethora of excuses on why I didn't do them. Some excuses were because I was lazy. Yet the majority of them were not even excuses, but legitimate reasons as to why I didn't get things done. Like my mental illness making me exhausted and such. Though my parents don't really understand how these issues work and tell me not to use my mental illness as an excuse. Not knowing that it's not so much as an excuse but it's a valid reason for not following through with something even though I intended to do so but I just didn't have the physical or mental energy to bring myself to do so.

7. Loyal to a fault and would do anything for my family. No matter how they treated me, I'd still walk through hell and back for them.

1. I wear glasses, and I'm a total dork when it comes to my special interests.

2. I LOVE and am FASCINATED by the super natural.

3. I'm socially awkward and struggle being social. I often struggle with being a good friend to others. Not because I'm like mean spirited or anything like that. But because I don't really know what to say or do or how to act around my friends. Best examples of me struggling socially: Sometimes I get carried away in something and hog the conversation. Sometimes I can't tell if someone is genuinely upset with me or if I'm in the process of upsetting them. Sometimes I ghost people, not in the intention of cutting ties with them or anything, but because I get burned out too easily and need a break from social interactions. I just can't seem to keep a stable conversation with someone that doesn't end up with me going off on an overly excited tangent where I info dump way too much, and so on and so forth. The joys of being autistic... haha...

4. I am paranoid far too much for my own good. I imagine the worst possible scenario and it just downspirals from there. I don't eat well and don't sleep well. I look over my shoulder, feeling like someone or something is watching me.

5. I love jellybeans. And when I say I love jellybeans--- I MEAN I LOVE JELLYBEANS. They're just so yummy, and I love seeing what kind of shapes I get. Weird shaped jellybeans are my favorite kind of jellybeans.

6. I'm self-concious about things I can't really change about myself.

1. I'm eccentric and can be very hyperactive at times.

2. I'm an artist at heart and love to draw. I often sit down and draw for hours at a time, just about anything really.

3. I love to sing and dance! I feel so free and so at peace when I do so. The only difference between Mabel and I is that I don't like singing and dancing in front of a crowd and do it when I'm alone.

4. I have a cheerful air about me when around my friends. Always trying to raise their spirits up and make them feel special and make them feel great about themselves.

5. I was very sheltered as a child. So doing adult stuff really makes me anxious. It's hard for me to put myself out there and not feel somewhat terrified while doing the adult stuff that I need to do. Like going to job interviews, going out with friends and ordering something at a restaurant, shopping for myself by myself and that sort of thing.

6. I have abandonment issues and fear that my friends or family will leave me all alone constantly. Sometimes that makes me sorta clingy and I often don't realize it. I need to be told outright when I become too needy or otherwise I don't realize it.

7. I consume an unhealthy quantity of sugar on on a daily basis. Pretty sure I'm pre-diabetic at this point.

1. I sneeze like a kitten

2. I love ghost hunting shows and would be apart of one if I wasn't a total weenie.

3. I'm into conspiracy theories and find them interesting.

4. I'm no good with girls at all. If I like a girl I'm much like Dipper is.... except I don't have a list or anything like that. I'm just obnoxious and joke around and laugh nervously. Then I get tongue tied and can't really talk and ugh it's embarrassing!

5. I'm clumsy and accident prone and will often walk into walls, trip, and fall off things and what have you.

6. I lie awake at night due to anxiety.

7. My hygienic habits aren't the best.

8. I don't do well under pressure, and I scream a lot at the littlest of things.

9. I'm physically very weak and smol.

1. I'm sooooo overly shy when when it comes to new situations and people.

2. I'm skittish and jumpy, loud noises except for thunder, frighten me to the high heavens.

3. I love animals sooooo much and if it were feasible, I'd adopt ALL the animals in the world. Alas it is nigh an impossible dream.

4. I'm very sensitive, I can't handle confrontation, or having someone raise their voice at me. When someone is cross with me it makes my anxiety shoot up; and it makes me more prone to tears and I just wanna curl up in a ball and hide forever under my blanket.

5. I love a nice warm cup of tea, relaxing safely in my home, letting my worries fade away. All while reading a good book or while listening to some soothing music, or even watching one of my favorite TV programs.

6. Doing something new makes me so dang nervous. I need to work up a lot of courage before I try something new. Except for food, I'm normally a glutton in that department.

1. I have anger issues, though you probably wouldn't even expect I do considering how calm and collective I carry myself on the Internet. I am actually prone to anger quite easily, but more towards inanimate objects like if my computer isn't working, or if I stub my toe, or drop something on myself or whatever.

2. I love mint chip ice cream it's my favorite.

3. I HATE BUGS. I HATE THEM. I HATE THEM. HATE THEM.

4. I can be reckless sometimes, and very stubborn, a big old hothead.

5. I get flustered easily and often mask it with grumpiness.

6. I'm actually a big old softie under the gruff exterior I sometimes put on as as mask to deal with my own insecurities.

1. Smol and grumpy

2. Gets flustered super easily around someone I like.

3. Acts all tough but is literally a sweet cinnamon roll.

4. Is very dumb and has no idea what's going on half the time.

1. Scampers up the steps on all fours.

2. Does the nye he hehe laugh.

3. I seek validation from my equals, needing approval up the wall.

4. I hiss like a cat sometimes.

5. I obsess over shows and analyze the ever living daylights out of them.

1. I'm Bipolar.

2. I tend to run away from my issues rather than try and face up to them.

3. I can't handle stress.

4. I love the water a lot. I'd swim every day if it were possible.

1. Eats questionable food combinations.

2. Actually loves to party and let loose.

3. I like to consider myself pretty funny.

4. Has self esteem issues and hates a lot of things about myself.

1. I like to torment people, but through my art and my stories. DESTROY ALL THE FEELS!!! MUAHAHA!

2. Sporadic and random. Loves the weird and abnormal.

3. Can be very mischievous.

4. Likes to mess with my friends, but in a hilarious way that is fun for both parties.

5. Laughs at humans in fail compilations when when they do stupid shit and get hurt. PAIN IS HILARIOUS!

6. Enjoys nonsene and being as random as possible.

Anyways there are the characters I relate to the most. Thank you for asking. I'm basically these characters combined.

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foxydodo · 6 years

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Wow I used to ship style but I have been straying away but I saw your art and wow my old otp is coming back to life, any Style headcanons?

WELCOME BACK! *flails arms* I have quite a bit! I was going to post them eventually but since you asked:

Kyle carries an extra inhaler in case Stan gets an asthma attack.

They take turns choosing songs from Stan’s iPod on commute. Kyle still teases him for selling them out all over an iPod. Stan does use his phone more often for other music but the iPod has a lot of old songs he can’t bear to delete which they both used to like.

Kyle writes and doodles silly things on paper napkins at diners for Stan just to annoy him but Stan keeps them. He has about 5 now and 1 with coffee stains.

They are the kids who share a pad of writing paper folding shuriken stars.

Stan is the one that comes to class with ONE pen and it doesn’t even work so Kyle always lends him his. There’s at least 6 of Kyle’s pens scattered in different areas of Stan’s bag. Sometimes Stan will be fidgeting his hands in his pockets and finds another one. Kyle is of course annoyed and starts clearing and packing Stan’s bag. WHY DO YOU STILL HAVE CANDY WRAPPERS??? Are you going to eat them, Stan?!?! (He still struggles with hoarding problems..)

It upsets Kyle whenever he gets a whiff of Stan’s clothes and they mildly smell of alcohol. He starts getting Stan new shirts from his favourite bands or the Broncos whenever he can as a way of trying to fix things without realising he’s doing it. Stan does feel better slightly and almost never drinks when he wears the shirts Kyle picked out.

Stan is the first to realise his feelings for Kyle. Kyle on the other hand just best friend zones Stan so it takes them forever to actually get together. Everyone else around them gave up a long time ago over how oblivious they are.

They get angry/jealous after helping the other get ready for a date. They think they’re just selfish and should be happy for their best friend instead of being upset for being left out on a friday night. Boy..did they misunderstand.

Goes prom shopping together and when the other steps out of the changing room they blush REALLY hard and wonder wtf is wrong with them.

Asks each other “Who would you rather kiss in our class?” type of questions which leads to “You ever thought of kissing another guy?” and ultimately becomes “Yeah. We could try it. Just between the two of us, nobody needs to know. It’s just an experiment.” Then they kiss and realise they like it more than they’re supposed to.

They sleep next to each other but no hugging or anything during a sleepover. By the time they’re awake, they’re usually snuggled up and cuddling. It’s too cozy to move so they pretend they’re still asleep until one of their parents knock on the door to tell them breakfast is ready.

Shelly and Ike roll their eyes too often to be healthy at how Stan and Kyle’s relationship is purely platonic.

Sometimes Skype/Discord/Facetime each other but doesn’t speak. They just leave it in the background to feel each other’s presence while doing their own things. Also applies when they are hanging out where they will have together alone time.

Calls each other ‘best friend’ ironically as a pet name while in a relationship. “So best friend, where do you wanna go for lunch?” ‘Dude’ is another one that sticks.

They adopt so many dogs..SO MANY. Includes other animals but they refer to everything as a different type of puppy.

Sends each other memes and animal videos. Kyle takes a lot of pictures but Stan is the one with the printed versions.

They sneak into each other’s rooms (through the window) when they like.

Stan is usually the big spoon but they swap. Kyle gets upset the blanket gets hogged.

When Stan gets jealous, he is cold and mopes around while Kyle starts getting angry at why he’s acting like a child all of a sudden. Kyle eventually realises and apologizes and assures that everything is ok. When Kyle is jealous, he is incredibly passive aggressive and petty and will drop hints at why he’s being that way. Stan wouldn’t understand and Kyle would have to yell and explain. He’s usually ok after a hug and soft kisses on the forehead.

THEY SWAP IN BED OK..everyone keeps asking ;-; thirsty peeps

#sp style #Stan x Kyle #south park #hcs #headcanons #asks #stan marsh #kyle broflovski

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hyyunjinn · 6 years

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soft bias tag ♡

hehehehe I WAS TAGGED BY MY FAVE SEUNGMIN STAN T^T @seungminty

1. who is your bias?

hyunjin 😞

2. what made you notice them?

Honestly, I hate that I noticed this but he caught my eye the second he appeared in Hellevator: I remember legitimately screeching and was like “OH HE’S CUTE!!!” I did give it time which is why I was so attracted to Minho for the longest time, but I think I fell for him more and more as time passed? Like his verse definitely got my attention but it was wiped out the second Jisung rapped and,,, yeah. Yeah. I think he was also really soft spoken and it was sort of intriguing to watch him <3

3. what is your favorite thing about them?

Visually: the mole under his eye I REMEMBERED YELLING SO MUCH ABOUT IT THE FIRST TIME I SAW IT IN AN HQ

Of him just in general? I love how passionate he is, which makes him really caring to the things he loves and 😞 😞 😞

4. who would initiate skinship more?

AKJSFDADSF HAVE YOU SEEN HIM? IT’S HYUNJIN. HYUNJIN ALL THE WAY. I’m not the best with skinship and I freak out even more if I want some so he’s going to have to start it.

5. who would hog the blanket more?

TBH IDK because it looks like he needs to cling onto something when he sleeps (the sk-talker, jeongin) BUT SO DO I AND I HATE SLEEPING WITHOUT BLANKETS so uh,,, y i k e s LOL IT’S NOT GONNA BE PRETTY BECAUSE I WILL FIGHT FOR IT

6. who would be more clingy?

Oh wait, is this not the same as skinship? probably him still. I think I would be more clingy in terms of presence because I want to be by his side forever 😞

7. who would say ‘I love you’ first?

Hmmm, I want to say Hyunjin? But he seems really shy and overthinks things sometimes--I genuinely feel like the first person would say it on accident. I’m really bad with expressing my feelings, especially verbally and words get caught in my throat all the time--but I also throw around “I love you” a lot if I’m messing around, so I’M NOT SURE HAHA Because he’s a romantic and would probably want to say it at the right time, you know?

8. who would be more easily flustered?

Oh yikes, the answer would be both of us. He gets super embarrassed when he has to act all cute and whatever and I don’t handle affection well so we’d honestly both be stammering messes. I already seize up when I look at him like lajdfas WHAT MORE EVIDENCE DO YOU NEED

9. what cuddling position would you have?

I had a dream where we were awkwardly positioned on the couch, cuddling and he was trying to braid my hair and that feeling hasn’t left me SINCE. It’s the usual: I’m in his arms, my back on his chest, and his chin is on my shoulder.

10. which colors remind you of them and why?

blue? blue. prObABLY BLUE? IDK I HAVEN’T ASSOCIATED HIM WITH A COLOR YET! maybe orange because of the sweater he wore in Grow Up

11. which season would you like to spend with them?

fall fall fall I only like the fall lmao BUT LIKE! CUTE HOODIES! AND CUTE COATS! AND PRETTY LEAVES! AND THE COLD BUT NOT COLD COLD BREEZE and coffee dates and with the occasional sunshiney, warm days :’)

12. who would bake the cookies and who would steal the batter?

DAFKLJDSFASD HONESTLY WE’D ATTEMPT TO BAKE THE COOKIES AND BOTH END UP EATING THE BATTER--I don’t think I trust myself and Hyunjin in the kitchen/ my younger sisters already don’t trust me baking

13. which one of you would make bad puns and how would the other react?

definitely Hyunjin--I don’t like puns lmao. and I definitely would not react or at the very least, just look at him before turning my attention away.

14. who would want to adopt 50 dogs and cats?

H Y U N J I N . I’m not good with animals honestly.

15. which one of you would nearly burn down the kitchen trying to microwave a pop tart and who would come to the rescue?

LIKE I SAID. I DON’T TRUST EITHER OF US IN THE KITCHEN. Like sure I’m capable, he’s capable as well: but we can both sorta be really stupid and YIKES AHAH

16. who likes to lean over tall railings and who pulls them back?

Depends on the railing but I think both of us would lean over tall railings lmao trying to get that perfect picture you know

17. what would watching a horror film with them be like?

HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH I DON’T HAVE THE GUTS TO EVEN ATTEMPT A HORROR FILM--I’M QUEASY WITH JUST THRILLERS SOMETIMES aND HE DOESN’T LIKE THEM EITHER so i don’t think we’ll be watching any anytime soon.

18. who would be the cheesy flirt and who would be the smooth flirt?

I, don’t? Flirt? At least I don’t think I do (apparently it’s a Libra thing haha). Uhh, he’d probably be the cheesy flirt (comes with the idol package ya kno) and I’m the smooth one hahah

19. who is more competitive?

Hyunjin by JUUUUST a little bit, given he’s an athlete. If it’s games or something I’m good at, you bet I’ll be competitive and yell lmao

20. who would have to be given constant reminders? (remember to eat, don’t forget your keys, etc)

Hyunjin probably--he already does that with the fans :) But I feel like it would be the things like remember to eat and you’re beautiful. I’ll probably be the ones about keys and things... maybe. IDK I FEEL LIKE WE’RE BOTH SORTA FORGETFUL BECAUSE I FREAK OUT WHEN I PACK SO I REMEMBER ONE THING BUT COMPLETELY FORGET ABOUT SOMETHING ELSE and I guess my worries would translate into reminders as well,,, seems like a good balance between the both of us <3

21. WHO SENDS MEMES AND WHO SENDS CUTE ‘I MISS YOU’ TEXTS AT 3AM?

HE SENDS THE MEMES i don’t like memes and don’t have them saved anywhere lol AND I MISS YOU TEXTS and I send the occasional I miss you texts: I usually just like keeping it casual and start up a convo if I miss him.

taggging: @realstraykids @spearbin @straykiz @bangs-chan @s0ftminho @chanknow @softchangbinnie @seungmlns @princeminho :) (i hope you haven’t done this yet haha)

#typing this out #i'm sort of a bad gf for someone like hyunjin i feel kasdfjasdf I'M SO #UNCONVENTIONAL FROM THE IDEAL GF HAHHAHAA #not that i've been in any relationships to gauge this #but PFFt #i would love to date him tho 😞#tag game

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thelastspeecher · 7 years

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Stan Pines, Farmhand - Chapter 13: Everything’s Going to Be Okay

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 AO3

As promised, here is the next chapter of “Stan Pines, Farmhand” and boy, is it a doozy. Pretty damn long (4042 words) and almost nonstop angst. Really intense. In this chapter, shit hits the fan and Stan gets caught in the middle of it. Enjoy.

November 29, 1981

Stan Pines had walked in on his fair share of things he never wanted to see. But this was probably the worst. Seeing his brother-in-law holding some sort of weird futuristic gun to his twin’s head easily topped the time his parents had decided to get it on the same night he had a bad dream.

“Fidds, what the hell are ya doin’?” Stan demanded, stepping forward and knocking the gun out of Fiddleford’s hand. Ford collapsed to the ground, seemingly unconscious.

“I- I-” Fiddleford stammered, tugging on his hair, which Stan suddenly realized had been thinning.

“What does this thing even do?” Stan asked. He picked up the strange-looking gun. Fiddleford looked away, ashamed.

“It erases memories.”

“Wait, you were erasin’ Ford’s memories?”

Please let me have heard wrong.

“Yes. But only one memory! He- he saw somethin’ he shouldn’t have seen.” Stan stared at Fiddleford, disgusted.

“So ya decided to make him forget?”

“…Yes.”

“Good God, Fidds,” Stan said, flabbergasted. “Why? Why would ya even make somethin’ like this?”

“I needed it. I- I couldn’t sleep at night. I was haunted by everythin’ what I’ve seen here in Gravity Falls.”

“So you jumped right to some dystopian nightmare shit? That’s gotta be an overreaction, Fiddleford.”

“I know! I know! I shouldn’t have done it. But when I started, I couldn’t stop,” Fiddleford said, tearing up. “An’ then people saw things they shouldn’t have, so I- I made them forget, too.” Stan took a steadying breath.

“How many people?” he asked.

“Too many,” Fiddleford whimpered.

“Includin’ Ford?”

“Includin’ Ford.”

“Did ya wipe my memory?”

“No!” Stan had a sudden flashback to a couple days ago. Angie’d had a mental breakdown because she couldn’t remember something, something she insisted was important.

“Angie?” Fiddleford closed his eyes tightly and began to pull on his hair again. “Fiddleford, did you wipe your little sister’s memory?”

“I don’t recall!”

“You’re lying!” Stan shouted. Fiddleford broke into tears. He sat down heavily.

“Yer right! Yer right! I erased her memory. My- my baby sister.”

“Why? What did she see?”

“I don’t know! I can’t remember!” Fiddleford looked at Stan, his face red and tear-streaked. “I think I erased my memory after, so I couldn’t remember doin’ that to her.” He sobbed. “I’m s’posed to protect my fam’ly, my lil siblings. An’ I hurt her. I messed with her mind.” Stan sat down next to Fiddleford.

“Do ya ‘member how she reacted?” Fiddleford nodded, but Stan replayed the events anyways. “She almost lost her damn mind ‘cause she couldn’t remember somethin’. Angie was terrified, ‘cause mental fragility runs in you guys’ family. And Thistlebert, the same cousin what married a hog, started life normal. He only started to fall apart after his memory went.” Fiddleford sobbed again. “Angie was scared that she was startin’ to do it too. It took forever to calm her down. And she started writin’ everything down, so she wouldn’t forget. She’s obsessing over it, Fidds. Even though she hasn’t forgotten anything since, she’s still paranoid to the point that I catch her sittin’ still, frozen, if she can’t remember something right off the bat.”

“She wasn’t s’posed to react that way,” Fiddleford said weakly. “Ford never did.”

“Ford and I don’t have the same fam’ly history as you and Angie,” Stan said. He looked at the gun in his hands. “Which is why I’m takin’ this away from ya.”

“What? No! I need it!”

“No, you don’t!” Stan snapped. “All you’re doin’ with it is runnin’ away from the truth. You’re hurtin’ yourself and hurtin’ others.” He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “Look,” he said, opening his eyes again, “I understand. I understand that ya want to forget the awful things we’ve seen. But this won’t make things better. You’re a mess, Fidds. Look at what ya did to Angie and Ford. Look at what ya did to yourself. I won’t let you take this back.” Stan swallowed, a chill suddenly running through his body. “I don’t want this thing anywhere near my kids.”

“I would never-”

“Never what? Never use it on fam’ly? Never use it on folks younger than you? Never use it on the people you love? Bullshit! You did all of those things!” Stan stood, grabbed Fiddleford more roughly than he should have, and pulled up his brother-in-law. “You’re comin’ clean, and you’re gonna stop usin’ this thing.”

“I can’t,” Fiddleford sobbed. Stan saw it then.

He’s a junkie. He was still furious, but he knew that this wasn’t the way to handle things. Yelling has its limits, and Fiddleford was too fragile to respond positively to anything more than a moderately stern tone.

“Hey,” Stan said more gently. He put a hand on Fiddleford’s shoulder. “You can. And you will. If not for yourself, for Ford, and Angie, and me, and the girls. And your son.” Fiddleford wiped away his tears.

“I don’t think I can.”

“Don’t matter. You will.” He pulled Fiddleford into a hug. “Everything’ll be okay. Everything’ll be fine.”

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January 6, 1982

“Angie, could I ask you something?” Angie looked over.

“Oh, hey Ford. I was just checkin’ on the kids. Sorry they fell asleep durin’ this visit. Their nap schedule musta been messed up somehow. Thanks again fer pullin’ out the air mattresses.”

“It’s no problem.” Angie closed the door to the room the children were napping in.

“So what’s goin’ on?”

“I need your opinion on something.” Ford handed her the stack of papers he had just printed off. “These are the preliminary results for the project Fiddleford and I have been working on.”

“Stanford, I ain’t a physicist,” Angie said, skimming the papers. “I’m a biologist.”

“I know, but I still wanted your thoughts,” Ford said. Angie pursed her lips.

“I’m inclined to think that ya should not turn on that there machine of yours,” she said after a few moments.

“What makes you say that?” Ford asked. He wanted to yell at her, asking what she would know about all this.

But she already admitted this isn’t her area of expertise.

“I may not be good with technology, but I know how numbers work. And these numbers ain’t good.” She pointed at one of the pieces of paper, which had a large graph on it. “An’ I’m pretty sure that line should go up, not down.”

“…You are correct,” Ford conceded. Angie flipped through the papers one more time, before sighing.

“Look, I do think ya need more than just the opinion of yer boyfriend and a biologist. I have a coupla friends from West Coast Tech who were in the physics department. I can ask ‘em what they think, if ya want. I’ll give ‘em minimal data, so they can’t steal any of it.”

“Would you really be willing to do that?” Ford asked. Angie nodded.

“‘Course! Now, while I contact ‘em, ya should hold off turnin’ it on, okay?” Angie handed the papers back to him and turned around. “That’s basic science, but it don’t hurt to remind people every now and-” Before she could finish her sentence, Ford blacked out.

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In the living room, Stan was having a hushed conversation with Fiddleford.

“I agree, Fidds. Ford hasn’t really been actin’ like himself that much,” Stan said quietly. Fiddleford’s knee bounced nervously.

“It’s makin’ me worried. What if he’s usin’ drugs?”

“I can snoop around, see if I can find-” Stan was cut off by a series of thuds, like something had fallen down a flight of stairs. “What was that?”

“Angie!” Fiddleford and Stan both jumped to their feet at Ford’s shout. Stan beat Fiddleford to the stairs by a few seconds. He dropped to his knees next to Angie. She was laying on the floor, spread-eagled. Her left arm was in an unnatural position and he could see crimson liquid pooling behind her head.

“Oh, no,” he whispered. Ford thundered down the stairs to join Fiddleford and Stan. Fiddleford was already taking her pulse.

“It’s faint,” Fiddleford said, “but it’s there. She’s alive.” Stan picked up Angie and stood.

She feels smaller than usual.

“Ford, what happened?”

“I- I don’t know. I turned around for a second, and then she was suddenly falling down the stairs.” Fiddleford stood as well and tucked a strand of hair behind one of Angie’s ears.

“Ford, watch over the kids while Stan and I take her to the ER.” Ford nodded. Stan may have been imagining it, but something about Ford’s eyes seemed…off.

He’s probably just freaked out. I definitely have the crazy eyes, too.

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January 11, 1982

Stan stood at his front door, getting ready to head out. He began to search for his shoes, mentally laying out what he was going to yell at his twin.

God, Ford is gonna get it. I have no clue what the fuck he said to make Fidds leave like that. I can’t think of anything that would piss off Fidds enough to disappear and abandon his son. Dammit, Ford, I shouldn’t have had to have Tate stay overnight. But you were a hell of a hot mess. Sixer, ya better have a good reason for all of this.

“Uncle Stan? Where are you goin’?” At the sound of an inquisitive voice, Stan turned. Tate was standing in front of him, twisting his hands nervously.

“I’m gonna go talk to your dad, and look for yer pa,” Stan replied, zipping up his coat. Tate blinked.

“But there’s no one else here.”

“I know. Can ya watch your cousins for a lil bit?” Stan asked. Tate looked over at the girls. Danny was sleeping on the couch, while Daisy climbed all over it. Daisy fell off with a small squeak. The resulting thump woke up her sister, who started to cry.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Tate said quietly. Stan swallowed. He put his car keys back on the hook.

“Yer right,” he replied, patting his nephew on the shoulder. He walked over to Danny and picked up her up, making shushing noises in an attempt to calm her down. “It’s okay, everything’s fine,” he said softly. Danny sniffled. “It was just Daisy fallin’ off the couch, she does that all the time.”

“I- I miss Ma,” Danny said piteously as she clung to his shirt. Stan tried to not let his heartbreak be visible.

“Me too, sweetheart. But it’ll be okay. She’ll wake up soon.”

I hope.

“Uncle Stan, when can I go home?” Tate asked, tugging at his shirt. “Pa wanted to go fishin’ today.”

“Tate, I-”

“I’m hungry,” Daisy whined. She had resumed climbing on the couch.

She looks like she could fall off again. God, if she hurts herself…

“Get down, junebug.”

“No. I want foods.”

“Okay, I’ll make somethin’. Whattaya want?” Stan asked desperately. He tried to fight down the sensation that he was drowning.

“Corn stuff,” Daisy replied. Stan’s heart sunk. He knew exactly what she was referring to, and it was a recipe Angie had refused to teach him.

“It’s passed down in my fam’ly from mother to daughter.” Stan tried to ignore the thought that wondered if Angie would be able to pass the recipe down to Danny and Daisy.

“I don’t know how to make that.”

“Pa does,” Tate said.

“He’s…not around.”

“What? Where is he?” Tate asked. Stan swallowed and set down Danny.

“Gimme a sec, okay? I’m gonna go make a call.” Stan walked over to the phone in the kitchen. He dialed in the number without thinking, relying on muscle memory.

I can’t watch all these kids on my own. I can’t take care of ‘em. He hesitated before punching in the last digit. I need help.

The phone was picked up on the second ring.

“McGucket residence, Sally speakin’.”

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January 13, 1982

Stan paced nervously by the front door, obsessively checking his watch.

Lute shoulda been here by now. As if on cue, there was a knock. Stan opened the door.

“Hey, brother,” Lute said cheerfully. He rubbed the back of his neck. “So, where’s those cute lil nieces and nephew of mine?”

“Watchin’ TV,” Stan said. He turned. “Kids, get yer stuff! Yer Uncle Lute’s here!”

“‘Kay!” Tate shouted. Stan could hear his nephew helping the girls get ready. He turned to Lute again.

“How was the drive?”

“Not too bad. Could have been worse.”

“Ah.”

“Ma ‘n Pa are lookin’ forward to spendin’ some time with their grandbabies. They don’t get to see Tate and the girls all that often.”

“Yeah, Oregon’s pretty far away from Arkansas.”

“We’re almost ready, just gettin’ shoes on!” Tate called.

“Got it!” Stan replied. “I’m surprised you haven’t asked me how Angie’s doin’,” he said to Lute.

“Well, uh, I actually stopped by the hospital on my way in, to see her. That’s why I’m a bit late.” Lute sighed. His cheerful façade slipped away, replaced by a worry that Stan had never seen in him before. “It- it ain’t right, what happened,” he said quietly. “Why’d she get hurt so bad if she only fell?”

“I dunno,” Stan said, in an equally soft tone.

“An’ no word from Fidds?”

“Nothin’.”

“An’ Ford is?”

“Havin’ some sort of breakdown or episode or somethin’. I’m gonna go see him in a coupla days.”

“Good. Talk some sense into him.” Lute paused. He ran a hand through his hair. “Look…Stan…don’t be upset ‘bout all of this.”

“What?”

“Don’t be embarrassed or ashamed or anythin’ like that, that ya had to get help. That’s what fam’ly’s for. To help out when the chips ‘re down.” He put his hands on Stan’s shoulders. “Yer doin’ the right thing. Ya ain’t a failure as a dad, or an uncle, or a husband, or a brother.” Stan looked away.

“Geez, Lute, what makes ya think I feel like that?”

“‘Cause I know ya, brother. I know yer goin’ to blame yourself. Don’t do that. Anyways, things’ll get better. Angie’ll pull through, Fidds’ll show up, Ford’ll come to his senses.”

“What if they don’t?” Stan asked. He tried to ignore the way his voice broke. Lute hugged Stan tightly.

“They will,” Lute replied firmly. “Trust me. In a month, everything’ll be back to normal. Fidds and Tate can go on fishin’ trips, you’ll spend time with yer daughters and Angie, and Ford’ll continue to do his weird research. The girls and Tate are just goin’ to think that this is a fun vacation with their grandparents and Uncle Lute.” Stan nodded, fighting back tears.

“Y’all should probably go,” he said. “It’s a long ride back to Gumption, especially with two toddlers and a child.” Lute grimaced.

“At least Tate’s well-behaved.”

“Don’t worry, the girls more than make up for his good behavior.” Lute cracked a small smile. He looked over Stan’s shoulder.

“Howdy, kidlets. Y’all ready to spend some time with Uncle Lute, Gran, and Gramps?” Stan looked at the kids. Daisy seemed fairly oblivious as to the situation, bouncing on her toes excitedly. Danny and Tate, on the other hand, were acting like they were headed to a funeral.

Not the best analogy right now, Stan.

“You kids be good fer ‘em, okay?” Stan said. Danny rushed forward and hugged one of his legs.

“Don’t wan’ go,” she mumbled. Stan knelt down.

“I know, sweetheart. But ya have to. It’ll be good for ya to spend some time with Gran and Gramps. And yer Uncle Lute, too!” Danny squeezed him harder. Daisy dropped her bag and joined her twin in embracing Stan. Stan sniffed. He wouldn’t be able to pretend he was fine much longer. “I’ll miss ya, girls,” he said quietly. His daughters hugged him tighter. He kissed the tops of their heads and stood. “Now, go on and get in Uncle Lute’s truck. He’s probably got snacks and tunes fer ya.” Tate exited somberly, closely followed by Danny and Daisy. The girls turned around to wave before stepping outside.

“Bye, Daddy,” Danny said solemnly. Stan waved back.

“Bye, sweetheart.” Daisy pulled Danny outside. Lute hugged Stan again.

“Don’t worry, we’ll take good care of ‘em.”

“I know.”

“You talk to Ford. Everything’ll be fine, brother.” Stan smiled weakly.

“Don’t know if I believe that. But…thanks.”

“Don’t mention it.” With another worried look cast his way, Lute followed the children outside. Stan slowly closed the front door, then slid down it, not bothering to hold back his tears anymore.

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January 17, 1982

Stan brushed off the snowflakes that had built up on his jacket.

A fuckin’ snowstorm the day I finally go to talk to Ford. Figures. He stomped on the porch, shaking the snow off his boots, then knocked on the door. The door opened immediately, with such force that Stan took an instinctive step backward.

“Who is it?! Have you come to steal my eyes?!” Ford raved, aiming a crossbow directly at Stan’s chest. Stan stared at his twin.

“Ya don’t look good, Ford,” he said mildly. Ford blinked.

“…Stanley.”

“Yeah, it’s me.” Ford lowered the crossbow and seemed to attempt to mentally collect himself. But he couldn’t get rid of the crazed glint in his eyes, the way his clothes seemed to hang on his frame, or his completely disheveled appearance. “Look, I came to talk to ya. I haven’t heard from ya in over a week. Not since Fidds disappeared.”

“Fiddleford,” Ford mumbled.

“Yeah. Him. Look, are ya gonna let me in or not?”

“Right, right,” Ford said, standing to the side so that Stan could walk in. He cleared his throat. “How is Angie doing?”

“Still comatose,” Stan replied. “Doc says she should wake up soon, though. She’s showing the right brain activity or whatever.”

“That’s good.”

“Yeah.” Stan took a breath. “But I don’t know how reliable that doctor is. He keeps insistin’ that Angie had to have been pushed, that her injuries aren’t ‘consistent with a mere fall’.” He looked over at Ford. Ford had a distinctly guilty expression. “What is it?”

“She was pushed, Stan.”

“Wait, what? How- how do ya know that? Who-”

“It was me. I pushed her.” Stan stared at his twin, too shocked to say anything at first. Then it clicked.

“What?!” He grabbed Ford’s shirt. “Stanford, there’s no way yer tellin’ me that ya put my wife, the mother of my children, yer own sister-in-law, in a fuckin’ coma.”

“I didn’t! The demon possessing my body did!”

“The demon- what the fuck does that even mean?”

“It means exactly what it means! A demon took over my body and pushed Angie down the stairs.” Stan let go of Ford’s shirt and stared at his twin with disgust.

“What have ya gotten mixed up in, Sixer?” he asked. Ford took a shaky breath.

“Nothing good.”

“Yeah, usually demons aren’t a good fuckin’ thing.”

“I- I know. And, actually, I was about to call you.”

“Why?”

“I need to show you something.”

“Does it have to do with yer odd behavior and this whole ‘demon possession’ thing you’re tryin’ to say happened?” Stan asked.

“Yes.”

“Fine, then. Lead the way.”

-----

A few minutes later, Stan and Ford stood in the basement.

“What the fuck is that?” Stan asked.

“It’s a transdimensional portal,” Ford said. “It’s the project Fiddleford and myself have been working on. Theoretically, it should enable people to travel to alternate realities. But in practice…” Stan looked at his twin, dread growing.

“What does it really do, Stanford?”

“This device is what made Fiddleford walk out. He couldn’t handle what he saw on the other side.” Ford took a deep breath. “He caught a glimpse of Bill’s dimension and lost his tenuous grasp of sanity.”

“Who the fuck is Bill?”

“The demon that I’ve been working with.”

“The same one that possessed ya and pushed Angie down the stairs?”

“Yes.”

“His name is Bill?”

“Yes. Look, Stanley, this machine, it’s far too dangerous to be used. I plan on dismantling it, though I haven’t done so yet, and in the meantime, I need your assistance in a very important task.” Stan eyed Ford suspiciously.

“What do ya want me to do?”

“Take this.” Ford handed Stan a thick book with a red cover, embossed with a golden six-fingered hand. “It’s my research. It contains the information necessary to build and run the portal. Take it, and leave.”

“…What?”

“Leave. Take the research as far away as you can. To the ends of the earth.”

“Ford, there’s no fuckin’ way I’m gonna do that,” Stan said flatly.

“Please, Stanley, I’m begging you,” Ford said. “The future of the world is at stake!”

“I ain’t leavin’ Gravity Falls without my fam’ly.”

“Your family is asking you to do this.”

“Ford, yer not the only person I’m worried about,” Stan snapped. “Fidds is still missin’, Angie’s in a fuckin’ coma, and I can’t even watch over my kids ‘cause I’m dealin’ with your shit on top of all of it!”

“I-”

“And they’re your fam’ly, too! Have ya even thought about your son since Fidds left?” Ford’s facial expression broke.

“Tate…”

“He’s in Gumption with Sally and Mearl. And so are Danny and Daisy. Lute picked ‘em up a coupla days ago. You’re not the only person who’s in trouble or havin’ a rough time, Ford.”

“Stanley, I know how important your children are, but please, consider their safety over the safety of the world.”

“My fam’ly is my world, Sixer. Take your book back. I don’t want it. I don’t want your shit to follow me and hurt Angie or the girls. Not any more than it already has.” Stan shoved the book back at Ford.

“I can’t be trusted with it!” Ford said, throwing it back.

“Fine, then!” Stan shouted. He dug a lighter out of his pocket. “I’ll burn it. Then maybe we’ll be free of this witchcraft-bullshit-insanity ya drug all of us into.”

“No, Stanley, my research!” Ford said, trying the grab the book back from him.

“You gave me it, I’m gonna do what I want with it!” Stan ran from his twin, clicking the lighter. “C’mon, work, ya piece of shit.”

“No!” Stan was tackled to the ground by Ford. The book went flying out of his hands and into the control room. Stan shoved Ford off of him and raced toward the book. He picked it up, only to be shoved again by Ford, into the control panel. “Stanley, give it back!”

“Like hell I will!” Stan snarled over the hum that had begun as the machine started up. “This thing’s messin’ with yer mind, Sixer! It needs to be destroyed.”

“My years of work would be wasted!” Ford shouted, attempting to pull the book out of Stan’s grip. He kicked Stan in the chest, succeeding in pulling the book away. Stan landed against the side of the control panel. A blindingly hot pain bloomed on his shoulder. Stan screamed. Ford blanched. “I’m so sorry, I-” Stan punched Ford. Ford scrambled backwards as Stan advanced on him.

“I thought ya knew better!” Stan roared, his mind swirling with the weight of his responsibilities and the fresh burn smoldering on his skin.

“Stanley, I-”

“I thought ya knew better than to put your science shit before fam’ly! But ya never learn, do ya? If you want your research so bad, you should keep it!” Stan shoved his twin. Ford’s feet passed the yellow and black striped hazard line. Ford began to float into the air, pulled toward the portal. Stan snapped out of his blind rage. “Whoa, hey, what’s-”

“Stanley, help me!” Ford shouted desperately.

“What? What do I do?” Stan called back. Ford continued to fight against the portal’s pull.

“Stanley, please! Do something!” Panicked, Ford threw the book at Stan. It landed squarely in Stan’s hands. Stan watched in horror, unable to move, as his twin disappeared through the portal.

There was a shudder that shook the foundations of the house, and a bright flash of white light. It suddenly vanished, leaving afterimages in Stan’s eyes and the echo of Ford’s screams in his ears. Ford’s glasses landed on the ground a few feet away from him. Stan sat heavily on the ground, in the dark, completely numb.

He was alone.

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