#and the ford plush

[yeenkingart]

So yall know i havent kick-flipped it into heaven after my last monthly crash-out

[paintedcrows]

Unintended consequence of creating my own Bill... He watches me draw now...

The Horrible Triangle in question:

[shattered-daydream]

I love rp Gravity Falls accounts

[softersynths]

if i could reach you

Day 6. I'm no longer relegated to the back seat of the El Diablo. He's brought me to the front and has begun to hold me as he sleeps. This doll body cannot feel the chill of the night air, but it can certainly feel warmth. I'd almost forgotten what it was like. Could you imagine?

As a child, I never enjoyed having to share a bed with Stanley. He was clingy and overly warm, and usually ended up rolling over me. Having been reduced to a form which can generate no heat of its own, I can't say I mind these habits nearly as much now.

What would I say if my voice could reach him? It's hard to imagine my first words would be anything other than "I love you.”

[ren-locke]

I think he likes it~

(He got the last one too)

[dandeleon]

u get my sad post for today SORRYYYYYYY💔💔💔💔

[thevoidmeows]

the author of the journals!

I had a lot of fun doing all the little details :]

more close-ups under the cut:

like with my Frankenstein dolls, I used this pattern for the base body

[gravityfallscustomplush]

Sometimes the longest journey is the one back to finding yourself 💙

[w1ll0w-w4s-h3r3]

Stanford Pines? More like Pan Fried Pines

[bubbytheliverstealingskeleton]

I sewed the silly his sea grunks jacket

I got these guys like a week ago I just forgot to tell y’all

I have Stan btw he’s just currently being used as a pin cushion and his shirt is unfinished

[mabels-guide-to]

Gravity Falls Characters as Plushies (＾ω＾)

[star-gunk]

Sorry guys I have art block so have Stan and Ford tucked into bed

[milktoast-femboy]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE STAN TWINS!

[shattered-daydream]

Two drastically different scenes from Chp. 25!

Hope you feel better soon @sapphosscribe 💕💕💕

[softersynths]

if i could reach you (part 2)

Day 20. Stanley brought me along into a cheap motel. He tucked me surreptitiously into his red jacket, and hurried along to the door as if he was afraid of getting caught. I can't see him being nearly as paranoid if he were transporting actual contraband. Once inside, I panicked briefly over the thought of bedbugs, but Stanley was prompt in checking for them. I continue to underestimate his experience with this kind of life.

I remember in my own travels how a bed became a tempting luxury. Rough it outdoors once more, as you know you can, or spend your meager funds on a single night of normalcy? I hear the relief in him, as he sprawls over the bedsheets with an agonizing groan. I'm askew for only a moment before he rights me and tucks me next to his head, as if sharing the pillow with me.

I enjoy when he treats me like a companion, rather than an object, although I know I'm nothing more. It's nice in the moment, even if he is playing pretend. If I ever get the chance, I'd like to thank him for that.

[yourresidentstanlover]

To Bee, or Not to Bee?

rating: general

relationship: stan x reader

tags: fluff, plushies, gender neutral reader

(can also find this on Ao3 hehe)

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Stan was trying to find the potato salad when he realized that you had disappeared. He glanced around the aisle to see if you had just wandered off slightly, but unfortunately, that wasn’t the case. He sighed and pushed the cart in the direction where you would most likely be: that one bin full of oversized plushies. 

He didn’t understand it, why did you need a lump of stuffed fabric? “Because they’re really soft and squishy!” you’d told him. But you had him! He was plenty soft and huggable, thank you very much.

As he rounded the corner, he found you exactly where he knew you’d be: bent over halfway into the bin trying to dig out the plush that you wanted. Well, at least the plushes gave him a good view of your ass, so that was one good thing about them. You wiggle your way back out with your squishy spoils in your arms: a giant stuffed bee…with a hat?

“Oh!” you startled when you saw Stan standing behind you with an amused grin on his face. You chuckle awkwardly as you walk over to him, still holding the bee in your arms. He shakes his head in mock disapproval. “Alright, how much is it?” 

“Well, the big ones are on sale, so instead of the usual $36, this one’s $24!” you say eagerly.

“Do ya really need it?” he says, raising an eyebrow.

“But Staaaaaan, this one has a hat! And it’s a bee! I don’t have any bees yet!” you say, shoving the plush in his face. He scoffs and tries to push it away, but stops when his hands touch it.

“Oh, that’s… actually really soft,” he mutters, squeezing the hatted bee. “Alright, alright, I’ll get ya this one,” he says with feigned annoyance.

You jump up and down excitedly, pulling Stan into a hug. “Thank you thank you thank you!” Truth be told, you weren’t expecting him to buy it for you, but you sure as hell weren’t complaining. You planned to get it yourself, and Stan knows that, so him offering to buy it made it even more special.

You hold the bee in your arms the entire time the two of you are in the store, briefly relinquishing the plush to be scanned by the cashier before putting it right back in your arms. You hold it in your lap as Stan drives you back to the shack, nuzzling your face into the soft fabric.

When you head into the shack (bee still in your arms, Stan insisted on carrying the groceries), you get a funny look from Ford as you place it into a kitchen chair while you help put away groceries.

“Why is there a large stuffed bee sitting in our kitchen?” he asks, walking over to feel the material. “Oh my, this is… actually quite pleasant to the touch,” he murmurs, running his hand across the soft material.

“Hehe, it’s a squish bee! Stan got it for me,” you say happily as you try to remember where the salsa goes. Was it in the cabinet with the soup or did Stan keep it with the chips… hmmm.

You look behind you to see Ford and Stan both petting the plush bee, admiring its squishy nature. You quietly pull out your phone and take a picture to send to Mabel, she’s going to absolutely love this. You also make a note to get the brothers their own squish bees, since you have a feeling that yours won’t stay yours if you don’t. Not that it matters, it makes you happy to see them enjoying something as simple as a plush bee with a hat.

So, a couple of days later, Stan finds a plush bee in his recliner wearing a fez on top of its hat. He laughs at this and sits down after pulling the plush into his arms, making sure no one can see him when he squeezes it and plants his chin on top of it.

Similarly, Ford finds a squish bee in his chair, down in the lab. This bee is wearing a pair of safety goggles, perfect for experiments in the lab. He gently picks up the bee and sets it in his lap as he starts working on his latest project.

The Stans are pretty sure they know where the mystery bees came from, but they don’t say anything, at least not until they can figure out a way to pay you back. 

You see them around the house with their bees, Stan often falls asleep on the recliner with his, and you’ve found Ford playing with its antennae when he’s thinking. It seems no one can resist the charm of the hatted squish bee.