#🐍 chaos theory ✨

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heyyy hey i did that meme i said i would! feat. a quick idea of what azaiah would look like.

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✨ imagine you and your f/o in a pokemon au together. what sort of pokemon would you both train? what roles would you have? ✨

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𝓣he 𝓢cientific 𝓜ethod  || ReaderxStanford Pines Fic

|| Chapter 1 - Terra Incognita ||

(( a/n: consider this the trial phase of this chapter, i’m still not especially happy with the latter half of this chapter and feel like it might be too short. i might end up fixing this up a bit before posting it to my Ao3...

notes for this fic: this series is going to be a bit more personalized than my usual reader x ford fics. they/them and he/him pronouns will be used a bunch, as well as other masc terms and while it won’t really apply for a while, the reader here is AFAB. usually i’d try to keep my reader fics as gender neutral as possible, but since i have to see so many reader fics tailered towards women i’d figured ‘fuck it’, here’s one for my fellow guys/nb guys!)) .｡❅*⋆⍋*∞*｡*∞*⍋⋆*❅｡.

You stand before the door of the apartment. It looked more like a large mansion, dark and old and covered in moss, and yet despite all this the enormous building instead filled you with a sense of curiosity.

You weren't sure if you thought of yourself as any sort of special person, as someone who was particularly 'clever' or 'bright', often too distracted by the little pieces of the world and missing the bigger picture, a lone writer in the plastic beaches, publishing stories for nobody.

Yet the invitation that arrived at your door, sealed with a rose like something out of a story book, begged to differ. Addressed to your name, it explained that the sender had read some of your writings about the world, complimenting your writing ability as well as your 'ability to see beyond what your eyes could perceive' which was a compliment you didn't hear everyday but still made you feel appreciated.

Making your way to the small Oregon town was a surreal affair, watching the scenery outside the windows of the buses and cab you had taken morph from the dry browns and oranges of the heat-stricken wastelands to the dark jewel tones and cloudy atmosphere of the woods.

Rereading the curly script of the letter, you considered the possibility that it was all a scam. Or a prank. Some Prince-of-Nigeria-esque scheme to rip-off a local writer and make them think they're going to be invited to some high caliber meeting of great minds only to rip the rug from underneath them and record their reactions for internet cred. It'd be a lot of effort for a cheap laugh, that's for sure. But as some nobody in silicon valley, you figured you had nothing to lose by checking it out.

Once you had stepped out of the cab, you were greeted by the cool, woodsy breeze which was a stark contrast to the oppressive heat of your previous home. Taking in the scent of morning dew and pine needles, you figured you could get used to this.

Then came the moment of truth. Preparing for the possibility of being laughed at and going back to the concrete hellscape you came from, you approached the dark walnut door and, taking a breath to steady your wits, gave the door a good knocking. Not just a knock, a good few gay knocks.

After a few moments, you could hear approaching footsteps from inside and the door swung open to reveal a greying man in a very showman-like suit. The kind of suit you'd expect on a magician type or similar such event, all red and black.

"Hey, you're not part of the IRS, are ya?" He had questioned in lieu of a greeting.

"Nope! The IRS are a tool of the bourgeoisie." You had answered, mostly unfazed by the strange man's question. Because hey, what was some harmless tax evasion in the grand scheme of things?

((Author's Note: I am a good citizen and always do my taxes. Remember to stay in drugs and say no to school, kids!))

"Mm, good enough for me." The man grunted in reply. He then turned towards the inside of the mansion and called out, "Hey Sixer, your nerd friend is here for your nerd sleepover!"

Your curiosity was further piqued as you heard another, less gruff voice call back, "It's not a sleepover, Stan, for the billionth time!"

In just a few moments, you were greeted by the sight of another male. He appeared to be related to the man who opened the door as they shared many similar features. However, this man's hair appeared to be fluffier, sporting a lighter grey stripe across the middle. He also seemed to have a more chiseled chin and rather than wearing a magician like suit, he sported a dark maroon turtleneck paired with some black pants and accenting the look was a long, cream colored coat.

Normally you'd wonder why he was wearing a coat when he was inside, but damn if he didn't pull it off.

"Hello there! You received my letter, I assume? My name is Stanford Pines, and the man you just talked to is my brother, Stanley Pines." He greeted enthusiastically, reaching to shake your hand. You didn't hesitate to give his hand a shy shake as you gave him your own name in turn.

"You must be freezing out there, do come in. I'd like to show you around." Pulling your jacket around your shoulders, you were all too happy to oblige, following the man into the warmth of the strange house. Little did you realize just what you were getting yourself into...

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When Stanford had first spotted his new research partner, he couldn't help but be surprised by who had arrived. The scientist had been expecting a greying, sort of stuffy academic type. What he hadn't expected was a fairly short, scruffy looking yet simultaneously soft looking androgynous individual waiting at the door.

Not to say that he was put-off by this! If anything, something about your appearance had piqued the man's curiosity. When he had discovered one of your written pieces about an eldritch god lurking within a mirror at a thrift store, he had quickly made himself familiar with the rest of your works, finding a charm in your sardonic yet passionate way of describing things. Yet, having you here, standing before him and fixing him with radiant eyes that he found himself almost getting lost in he knew he would have to get to know you on a much more... personal level.

He shook himself out of these thoughts. He couldn't be thinking this about a colleague! This meeting was supposed to be professional. Silently chastising himself, Stanford busied himself with helping you remove your coat.

"Thank you, Stanford." You had said, unaware of the man's brief internal conflict.

"Just Ford is fine." He had responded, quickly putting said coat in a nearby closet. Soon enough, the tour had began and you followed the older male as he patiently explained the rooms and their purposes.

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"Over there is the main kitchen and dining room. You're free to help yourself to food if you need anything." He gestured to said rooms, the kitchen and dining room having a sort of antique, cabin feel to it, with a few candles at the table as well as a few empty mugs.

"Or you can be like poindexter here and live on nothing but coffee for days and crash." Came a sarcastic comment from Stan which Ford ignored.

The tour went on for a little longer as the silver haired researcher showed you to different areas in the common area of the mansion. From the living room with a tv and some love seats as well as a record player with various records beside it, to the kitchen and dining hall which seemed like it was equipped to cook many a dish but was evidently pretty empty at the moment.

"Ah yes, my other colleague went out to get some groceries, she'll probably arrive back later." Ford had said in explanation as you checked the almost bare fridge.

"You two nerds would live on chocolate and coffee if I wasn't here to feed you!" Came Stan's jab from another room.

Later on, after showing you where a closet and a bathroom was, you eventually were shown the main research room. The room was warmly lit and had several wooden chairs and soft ones. There were multiple tables around, often covered with books, notes, little curiosities and empty mugs and there were plenty of shelves full of old books with covers of dark reds, browns and jewel tones with gold accents.

"Since this room is a bit far from the living room and dining room, it had the benefit of being quieter, making this a good place to focus on research." He explained, while you shyly marveled at the neat little bits of mystical looking pieces all around the place.

"Looks like you've found a lot of neat stuff." You commented. Ford chuckled in response and spoke,

"Well, they weren't easy to find. Some of them had gotten us in some dangerous situations, like that time with the mothman..." He shook himself. "I suppose we'll have time to tell stories later on, I'll show you your room now."

You two walk outside and you're shown to the room you will be calling your home for the future. On the left side from the front door and a few steps up lead you to the simple yet ornate front door, Stanford handing you some old looking golden keys and a soft expression.

"You'd probably like some time to unpack. Once you've finished you're welcome to join me for a cup of tea- I mean, If you'd be willing to that is!" You can't help a smile at the man's flustered demeanor, not realizing the way the little action only makes the butterflies in his stomach multiply.

"That'd be nice." You reply. The moment seems to go on with you and Ford waiting for each other to make some sort of move before finally the older man gives a rushed farewell and waltzes off and you take your own leave with your things into your new homeplace.

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Meanwhile, back inside, the local genius finds himself with his face in his hands, not having to see a mirror to know he was probably a good few shades of pink.

Despite all his experiences in different fields of academia, this strange effect you seemed to have on him baffled and confused the usually well versed man.

Just the sight of you smiling, the simply expression seeming to make the whole world that much warmer and brighter, was enough to make Ford feel like he needed to protect you from the worst of the world. To hold you close and never let go again.

Great Axolotl, he wasn't going to survive the week.

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god, what i wouldn’t to get a gentle, soothing back massage from my f/o right now.

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Stanford Pines: *talking about me* Me and the bad bitch I pulled by being autistic.

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stanford pines’ lap is free real estate (for me) <3

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   ♡💔  ᏒᏋᏰᏝᎧᎶ ᏰᏋᎦᎧᏒᏋ ᎩᎧᏬ ᏝᎥᏦᏋ  🎯🐨 🐲  ᎮᏋᎧᎮᏝᏋ ᏇᏂᎧ ᎥᎶᏁᎧᏒᏋ ᏖᏂᎥᏕ ᏇᎥᏝᏝ ᏰᏋ ᏰᏝᎧፈᏦᏋᎴ  🐺

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big queer mood: who needs a chair when you have your husband’s lap right there? ♥ ♥ ♥

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My love,

Its been way too long since ive written you starlight. I apologize for not writing you as much, I've been fairly busy. It's really been a while hasnt it? How are you doing? Whats going on in your life? I am very eager to know how your life is going. I miss you very much. I hope to see you soon, I love you very much. I'll be sure to send you some little treasures in the next package.. Have a great week my love. I'll talk to you again very soon. Happy Holidays.

Yours truly,

Stanford Pines

💓💓💓 this is so sweet, tytyty!

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Simon: My boyfriend is too tall for me to kiss him on the lips, what do I do?

Wendy: Punch him in the stomach, and when he leans over in pain kiss him!

Mabel: Tackle him!

Stan: Dump him.

Ford: No to all of that! Just ask me to lean down!

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chaos theory in a nutshell, pretty much.

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🌹🌻🌹

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☽ Chaos Theory - Reverse Selfship Edition! ☾

100% a self indulgent thing, b/c i really love the idea of reverse self shipping and just imagining our f/os being the ones to fall for a fictional version of us.

☾ Ford is in Backupsmore when his crush begins. The guy's been throwing himself head-first into schoolwork and after a long, particularly rough week of living off of nothing but coffee while studying for a test he decides that a bit of a break is in order and what better way to relax than with some DD&MD? That's when he learns about the character known as Simon Lenore.

☾ Fictional!Simon is a character introduced in a recent edition of DD&MD. Being a disgraced demon prince, Simon Lenore appears as a mysterious being of the shadows, just as likely to help the player(s) as he is to hinder them. While mostly shown as a villain type, ((falling into the whole queer-coded villain stereotype a bit, b/c this is the 70s after all)) DD&MD lore suggests that Simon is part angel as well as demon, putting him in a place of feeling like he belongs nowhere. Needless to say, Ford can relate to feeling different from others.

☾ Also the artists of DD&MD definitely went all out with making Simon easy to look at, with illustrations portraying his soft, effeminate features accented with his long, dark hair and gothic fashion sense which often included things like thigh high boots, tight leather pants, low cut blouses and the like.

☾ Ford: I hope this doesn't awaken anything in me.

☾ Spoiler alert: it did.

☾ Ford finds himself searching for any sort of content with Simon Lenore he can find. Art, books, graphic novels, you name it. All the while insisting he definitely was not gay for femboy Dracula from DD&MD.

☾ Also Ford would definitely be the type to argue with people who interpret Simon 'wrong'. Because dammit, Simon is an anti-villain who, despite some wrong doings, ultimately wanted what was best for his fellow demons and wasn't some baby-eating, puppy-kicking monster some people portrayed him as!

☾ While he was always interesting in pursuing the paranormal as a career, he'd be lying if he said a small part of him wasn't hoping to find a dark, mysterious demon boyfriend along the way.

☾ Beyond just being a pretty face that helps him come to terms with his sexuality, Simon also becomes someone he can think about when things are hard. When it seems like he's alone and has nobody to turn to, he likes to imagine that Simon would be there to tell him that he was stronger than he think is. That even if the world turned it's back on him, that the two of them could be weirdoes together against the world.

☾ He ends up getting a ring. An old looking silver thing, something that wouldn't draw too much attention but something he could look at and feel like Simon Lenore was with him in a way.

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alright guys, here it is! the final version of chapter 1 of the scientific method! i’ll actually made a proper cross post later, but for now feel free to check it out! this is something that i’ve been working on a while, so any comments you could give would be highly appreciated! <3

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an image form of that text post that nobody asked for but here it is anyway. might consider making a full, colored version in the future.

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-selfshippery

💕- free gush pass! let those feels fly lose in anyway you know how and gush about any and all f/os you have! what makes you like them so much? why them out of anyone or anything else? 💖- do you and/or your f/o believe in love at first sight? soulmates? the red string of fate? or any other fate driven forms of love/finding love?

☽ (Giving me a free pass to gush? Oh now you've done it!) Honestly, Stanford is such a comfort character for me that I just get this little child-like burst of joy whenever I see screencaps or anything of him. Especially when I'm not expecting it! Like, I'll be looking at art and stuff of other shows and I see a picture of Ford (b/c of crossover art or related images or w/e) and I'm just like ':)' just get all fluffy inside. Like, idk how a man almost 3x my age can look so handsome and also soft and comforting but he does. And like, the GF writers could have easily just made him a cold, aloof multiverse survivor but instead they give him this genuine love for the strangeness of the paranormal as well as having him someone that just loves being able to share it with others is just fkdjhjfdhjk like

i'm crying look at him look at the smile shdfgdfkjk i'm going to die he's so cute

☽ Mmm, not sure if I really believe in soul mates or the like. I'm not sure if I'm too into the concept of having your love life controlled by some inescapable fate. For me, love is about looking at someone with all their beauties and flaws and saying "I choose you, I'm choosing to be with you. To give part of myself to you and to hold the part of yourself you give to me with all the care I can." and stuff like 'soul mates' feels too much like it takes away the choice in it. Like, imho the fact that even though nobody was meant for anyone yet we can find people that we just fit with so wonderfully is the most amazing part about love. Not just romantic but platonic as well.

As for Ford, I think he'd be interested in the concepts of soul mates and red strings and the like and would probably end up doing some research into things like that, but also would ultimately not put to much stock into it one way or another. Despite all the mistakes he's made in his life, he'd managed to surround himself with family and loved ones who are willing to fight hell itself to protect him and regardless of whatever forces might've drawn them together, he knows he'll go to hell and back to keep these people safe as well.