#Hmm... I wonder why that is...

[demaparbat-hp]

WIP

[starrypawu]

bro just realized

[evil-swedenish]

Spn leave me ALONE!!!

[lackinggravitas]

sup gamers. here's a wee 2k fic based off of @babyblankyerror's au idea of stan being raised by wolves... i like the idea and the topic of children being raised by animals is interesting to me so here! a little drabble of long lost brothers meeting.... and not recognizing each other :-) (i changed the animal to coyotes tho. just cause i like those more)

ill prolly write more to this some time, but here's some feral stan and dense ford for now

part 1(you are here!) / part 2 / part 3 / part 4 / part 5 / part 6

ao3 vers

The lumberfolk told many stories. 

Ford did his best to record and research those that pertained to his work - the tales of mystery and magic, cryptids and creatures. Many of it was simply local legend, tall tales and the like - but just as often there was some piece of truth to be found within the campfire stories. It was the lumberfolk that told him of the hide-behind and the plaidypus, after all. If nothing else, stories made for a great lead.

One of those many stories was that of the Gravity Falls Coyote-Man. 

Legend told of a wildman, half-coyote and half-human, running on all fours and covered in hair, seen with the coyotes. Dark shapes darting between the trees, snapping up stray animals. It seemed somehow both too fantastical and also too banal for Gravity Falls - it was almost too simple a legend, not Weird enough. It was just... a man who was ambiguously connected to the local coyote population.

But there were a few lumberfolk who swore up and down to the beastman’s existence, claimed to have seen it themselves, even. And, well, Ford was having a slow week, research-wise. Why not set up a few human-sized coyote traps?

Well, he hadn’t actually really expected to catch it. 

The snare, a thin silver wire staked into the ground, was taut and strained, vice-like around a bruised neck. The creature growled, snapping its teeth at Ford, trying to swipe with long, claw-like nails at him. They cut through the air inches away from Ford’s trench coat, a narrow breaths away from connecting. 

“Fascinating,” Ford murmured, quickly scribbling away in his journal, trying to get a good sketch down of the beast. “I hadn’t actually thought you were real.”

A dirt-streaked, humanoid body, bones visible through skin, unkempt and overgrown brown hair. The hair was too matted and tangled to make out any texture, whether it was straight or curly. It was practically a forest itself, leaves and pine needles in its hair. The creature’s eyes were wide, almost eerily human, yet held the vacantness of an animal.

“Such an interesting specimen,” Ford hummed, walking a careful, examining circle around it. The beastman twisted in its trap, trying in vain to track Ford’s movement with its eyes. “To think I had almost written you off entirely. Part of me wants to take you back with me, to further study you.” 

The beastman snarled, barking at him. It struggled against its binds, trying to lunge at Ford. He sighed. 

“Of course I couldn’t,” Ford said, resigned and disappointed, “It would be wrong to keep a creature of the woods such as yourself trapped. For all I know, you’re some fae’s pet. I certainly don’t want to get caught up in that again.” 

The creature, not understanding the words being said, hunched against the ground warily. Protecting its soft spots, one would have to assume. It had evidently realized it would not be able to get Ford from where it was, instead hunkering down, growling low and warningly. A purely defensive position.

“I assure you I am not here to take advantage of your weakness,” Ford told it. He jotted down a few more quick notes. Humanoid. Not capable of speech or comprehending language - could it be taught? “I just want to study you. You’re awfully elusive, you know. Even the lumberjacks have only caught a few glimpses.”

The creature kept low to the ground, growling softly. It followed Ford with its eyes as he stopped in front of it. Ford dropped into a crouch. 

Lifting its head, the creature narrowed its eyes at him. Ford smiled wryly. “You look hungry.” He reached into his pocket, pulling out a small piece of beef jerky. The beastman’s eyes softened a bit, still suspicious, but intrigued also. It looked between Ford and the jerky, interest clearly piqued. “Here.”

Ford tossed the jerky lightly, throwing it softly in front of the beastman. The creature leaned down, sniffing cautiously, before, with one more glance at Ford, quickly snapping it up with its teeth and scarfing it down. 

Smiling a bit at the sight, Ford shook his head to himself, quickly scribbling down a few more notes. This would make a good entry, he thought to himself, pleased. 

The jerky went quickly. The creature blinked at Ford curiously, licking its lips as it finished the last bit of the food. It had stopped growling now, sitting back on its haunches and tilting its head at Ford, eyes alight and watchful with clear curiosity. 

“You certainly seem at least a bit intelligent,” Ford mused as the creature leaned forward, not far enough to strain the snare, but close enough to get a good view of Ford. It didn’t seem defensive now. Just intrigued. “Maybe if I had the time, I might be able to teach you a few words.”

He pulled another piece of jerky out of his pocket. He didn’t toss it this time, slowly reaching forward to put it in front of the creature. Something of a test.

It leaned back as he leaned forward, shuffling awkwardly away from him. It didn’t start growling again, nor did it bite him, but it squared its shoulders and watched him warily until he pulled back, returning to his spot just out of the creature’s reach. 

A bit more trusting now, the creature snapped up the piece of jerky again, using its mouth to grab it. 

“It’s odd,” Ford mused to himself, writing in his journal, “You have human hands that are, by the looks of them, perfectly fine and functional, yet you barely seem to use them. It’s as though you don’t realize they’re there.” 

The creature doesn’t respond, of course. It ate its jerky quickly, chewing openly like a dog. Its teeth were clearly human as well - really, the creature was hardly dog-like at all in physical form, only in behaviour and mannerisms. Though, it was quite hairy. 

A completely human body, two arms and two legs, seemingly bipedal but favoring to walk on all fours like a dog. Hairy, yes, but humanly so. Its ears weren’t even pointed, which would have pointed towards some mystical, perhaps fae, relation. If it were human, it would have to be just a year or two younger than Ford himself, if not the same age. Its ribs were showing, face gaunt. 

Yet beyond a few bruises and small scars, it didn’t seem horribly beat-up. It was ill-fed, not ill-protected. 

“You’re an odd one, that’s for sure,” Ford said. “You’re almost too mundane for a creature of Gravity Falls. Perhaps your strangeness is more subtle than most other anomalies.” He sighed. “What I wouldn’t give for the opportunity to study you more.” 

The creature looked up at him, tilting its head. Its eyes were wide and brown. Something about so oddly familiar that Ford had to look away, to save himself from the sudden sting in his heart. 

Those eyes seemed so distant, yet oddly aware. They were calm now, not clouded by pain or anger. Just calm.

He carefully reached his hand out, not holding any jerky this time. The creature held very still as Ford’s hand drew closer, until his fingers gently entwined in its hair, stroking his thumb across its forehead and idly fiddling with its hair in a tentative pet. The creature slumped slightly, leaning into the touch contentedly. 

“The lumberjacks mentioned they usually see you with the coyotes in the forest,” Ford said absentmindedly, distracted by how thickly knotted the creature’s hair was. It was stuck full of burrs, sticks and leaves and other things. “Do you ever get lonely out there, I wonder? You’re not exactly one of the coyotes - unless they’re a pack of creatures able to shapeshift between human and coyote forms, but I’ve not seen any evidence of such a thing. Just you, hm?”

Ford sighed, thumb running soothingly up and down at the smooth plane of forehead, rhythm irregular with his fingers fiddling with the creature’s hair. 

“I can understand that feeling,” he said quietly. 

The creature blinked at him, brown eyes warm. It watched Ford with an easy peace - it had firmly decided he wasn’t a threat, it seemed. 

They were of the same ilk, after all. Two pariahs, finding solace in the woods. 

Ford’s eyes drifted downwards, to where the snare was a thin, silver line standing out against skin mottled with bruises where the creature had struggled against its binds. There were small traces of blood, Ford could see now that he was close enough, where the metal had bit and dug into the creature’s skin as it strained. 

Ford bit the inside of his cheek. In retrospect, perhaps a cage trap would have been more humane. 

“Alright,” he sighed, already mentally preparing himself for the incoming ordeal, detangling his hand from the creature’s hair and reaching for the snare, “Let’s get this over with.”

A wild animal, or in this case, wild animal-like creature, couldn’t be expected to understand the nuanced difference between trying to help, and intentionally hurting. Ford knew this. A cat with its paw stuck in something would not understand that the person trying to free it did not mean to hurt it, or that the pain was unfortunate and unintentional. It only felt the hurt, and reacted. It was an animal, and that was the way animals thought and behaved.

For this reason, Ford knew that freeing the creature from the snare would likely break this odd truce-bond of theirs. It had to be done, Ford thought heavily. A cage trap would indeed have been wiser.

But as his fingers fit around the wire, fidgeting with the latch, the creature only tensed as the wire moved on its neck. It didn’t even growl, just making a quiet, unhappy sound, almost like a whine. It blinked at Ford, eyes pitiful and pained but somehow not defensive at all. Like it knew Ford wasn’t trying to hurt it.

Intelligence, or strong pack-bonding? Ford wondered. Or perhaps it simply doesn’t feel pain the same way…

Carefully, Ford slipped the snare back over the creature’s head, then rose, taking a few cautious steps back. The creature merely stared up at him, alert and calm. It slowly moved, testing its now free range. Its hand came up to its neck, pawing at the air cautiously.

It twisted its neck this way and that, as though to loosen stiff muscles. Its gaze flit down to the snare, now inactive and unsprung.

With a soft growl towards the trap, it prodded on all fours around the snare, coming to stop in front of Ford. It blinked up at him, like it was waiting for him to move first.

Ford gave a small smile. “I suppose you have a pack to get back to, hm? I won’t keep you.” He stepped back, slipping his journal into the inside pocket of his coat. “Farewell, fearsome Coyote-Man of Gravity Falls.”

Putting a few more steps of distance between them, Ford turned his back to the creature. He sighed, shook himself, and began to walk back to his lab.

But not a minute into the trek, there was a rustle behind him. Ford turned, and was surprised to meet the warm brown eyes of the creature, walking - crawling, really - behind him.

Experimentally, Ford briskly walked further. The creature followed.

Ford stopped in his tracks, and it stopped too, blinking up at him curiously, as though wondering what made him stop. 

Slowly, a genuine smile hesitantly spread across Ford’s face. “Are you following me?”

The creature of course gave no indication of understanding, but it did shift closer to him, leaning casually against Ford’s leg and looking around. Like a cautious dog.

Ford chuckled softly, reaching down to pet the creature’s hair fondly. “A wise choice. I have some salve for your neck, and some more food for you, if you’d like it.”

Ford didn’t often have guests over, but somehow, this didn’t feel so daunting. The creature chuffed softly at him, butting its head into Ford’s leg in a friendly manner.

“Who knows,” Ford said, running his fingers through the creature’s matted hair, “Maybe I’ll be able to learn more about you still, hm?”

The warm presence at Ford’s side already felt like it had been there the whole time. Like a missing piece slotting seamlessly back into the incomplete jigsaw of Ford’s heart.

Despite his better intelligence, he knew he was growing attached to this odd creature. It filled a cold, long-frozen part of him, called the phantom ache like that of a missing limb. He knew why.

Its eyes were just like his.

Bittersweet warmth filled him and he couldn’t help but murmur, just between the two of them, “Stanley would have loved you.”

[hushedclan]

drystar has been attacked and badly wounded by a coyote.

everybody say hi foxfleck! :3

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[intotheelliwoods]

Some practice featuring the one and only~

@dianagj-art

[salt-bun]

Matching pyjamas mayhaps?:3

[front-facing-pokemon]

[woundposting]

"we need more evil women" you can't even handle carrie bradshaw

[scrimblyscrorblo]

Baking my husbands into cookies because I miss them

Combining my interest as you see here I had way too much fun designing Poe

[broken-clover]

Shout-out to Chipp Zanuff for, after twenty some odd years, still being literally the only red-eyed person in this godforsaken series who isn't just directly related to Gears and has his own thing going on. I mean I know albinos are rare but given that Baiken somehow has naturally pink hair it's amazing it's only ever come up once

[shrinkthisviolet]

Langdon: *clearly pissed that Mohan and Santos didn't call him for help with the seizure*

Santos: *takes the blame for Mohan because, as she literally explains later, Langdon is already pissed at her as it is, so there's no point dragging Mohan into this too*

The fandom: omg!! She totally did that on purpose to manipulate the situation!! She wanted to make poor Langdon into the bad guy and make herself sympathetic!!

[cinnamaow]

ivan and marty eating together.. going against each other.. oh i hate the aliens

[leonardcohenofficial]

made the mistake of reading reviews for sugarcane that were definitely written by white people on letterboxd and immediately became filled with rage

[in-tua-deep]

Had a Naruto dream last night where kid Kakashi sent out messages to the sannin to inform them of his dad’s death and invite them to the funeral but they were intercepted by danzo who just kind of. didn’t send them

The actual dream itself was orochimaru finding the messages. I think there was at least one message pre-sakumo’s death from kakashi saying that his dad wasn’t doing well that also was never actually sent

idk I remember just being really angry at danzo

[lazycranberrydoodles]

BEEF EEF!!!!!

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