#legend of fiddleford

[dark-lord-of-awesomeness]

dark lord im haunted

i dont even care about loz, WHY ALL I CAN THINK ABOUT RN IS YOUR GRAVITY FALS LOZ AU

i read the comments and the idea of stan and ford just. Infinitely reincarnating. One doomed to die and other to kill that one.

im feral about this FORD JUST HAVING TO KILL STAN AND THEN BE LEFT ALONE WITH NOTHING BUT A BODY TO HOLD. FIDDLEFORD WHY DID YOU LET THE RUMORS GO ON FOR SO LONG

and like there is no other way this couldve gone, because the way everything was, NO ONE wouldve helped stan. Ford will probably think about ways this couldve been solved in the 10 years but the thing is, no one woulve helped stanley

maybe if he had a support system, maybe then his death wouldve been avoidable. BUT LITERALLY EVERYONE HATED HIM, AND AS FAR AS HE KNEW SO DID THE FORDS (neither did anything about the rumors)

plus 10 years with bill, even as just a voice wouldve been shitty. and adding burn scars and public resentment? he basically was isolated

all of his card were laid out in front of him, and the only way for him to win in any capacity was just that, get killed by his own brother

AAAAAAAAAAAAA FERAL ABOUT THIS. BITTING, CLAWING, SCREAMING (affectionate)

Glad i could spread the worms!

In my mind, the reason the Fords didn't stop the rumors was a combination of being young and traumatized, trying to wrangle the kingdom together, and not knowing how bad it had gotten until Stan was back and they looked around to see the hatred in everyone's eyes. For Fiddleford he was pro Stan enough that nobles trying to curry his favor during the turbulent times would either not mention Stan, or would down play their own feelings so the King wouldn't catch on. So right up until Stan showed up again he knew there were rumors but thought they were just background, not serious grumblings and not what everyone thought actually happened. For Ford the kingdom was just a sound board for his own dark thoughts. He'd grumble about Stan, someone would grumble with him, and then Ford would feel like his feelings were being vindicated and go into grouchy rants about Stan which just fueled the fires, even if in Fords mind he was just venting. Fords not political enough (despite being raised in a castle) to realize what his words were doing to Stan's reputation, he was just bitter and was happy to have willing ears that agreed. Then he saw how Stan was received and on one hand felt it was deserved but he was also horrified by how violent the reaction was. Sort of 'saying things out of anger and not realizing the impact they have' kind of thing. Fiddleford didn't make an official announcement of what happened due to inexperience, trying to manage a kingdom that had just been through a crisis, and not realizing it was something that needed to be done, as he'd told people his side of the story unofficially and thought that was enough.

Here's this for you :)

Stan held his brothers sword to his chest, sure and steady. All his brother has to do is push it forwards, and everything will finally be fixed. Ford will finally do what Stan took from him, all those years ago.

There are two ways this story could go.

In one Ford stares deep into Stan's eyes, searching, looking for a sign that this was a trick, a sick prank. Some unfunny attempt at humor gone wrong.

All he sees is his brothers expecting gaze, waiting for him. Sees the yellow grow and creep, erasing the warm brown of their childhood away. Black making its way across Stan's face, and if he doesn't do something soon this moment will end. Billl will regain control, and he won't be as willing to let Ford drive his sword through his heart as Stan is.

Stan's asking him to do this. For the first time in ten years, Stan is asking Ford to be the hero, and its the worst thing Ford could ever do.

But its Stan. His brother, his twin.

His best friend.

The trembling stops as Ford closes his eyes. Water pools in the corners as he grits his teeth, adjusts his grip, and shoves the sword forwards with all the strength the goddess has blessed him with.

Stan doesn't even scream, just grunts as the sword goes through flesh, digs in deeper and deeper and Ford yells at the top of his lungs and drives a sword through his own brothers chest until he can't do it anymore. Not because of his grip or waning strength, but because he's driven the sword all the way through, and its hilt won't let him go further.

It's a killing blow, no way to have missed.

Ford let's go of the hilt and grabs Stan's collapsing form before he can topple to the ground. He's whispering something as the blackness fades and chips away, eyes brown and light in them fading. Ford guides his brother to the ground, one hand cupping his head and the other clutching his cloak as all signs if Bill disappeared, as the sword went from a demonic nightmare to glowing dull grey. It didn't regain the light of its blessings, and the pommels eye was closed instead of gone.

Fiddlefords master piece would never- could never be used as it was supposed to again. It was a vessel of evil, had been tainted by Bills touch.

Just like Stan.

Ford choked on his tears as he stared down at the still smiling face of his brother. A blow like this- straight through the heart, where Stan had guided it, it was- there was-

Stan was dead before Ford could find a breath to scream.

He could hear Fiddleford say something, but the ringing in his ears drowned out the words as a heaving sob worked its way out of him, face damp and whole body shaking. He couldn't lay Stan flat with the sword sticking out, so in one quick rage filled move he grabbed the hilt, slid it out, and threw it to the side.

"Stanley," Ford whispered, looking into his brothers eyes. No clever spark twinkled there, no mischievous glint or hardened glare.

Just brown. Brown and lifeless.

He didn't know how long he laid there, crouched over his brothers body. He gently closed Stan's eyes, then brushed away any lingering signs of corruption. The blackness was gone, his arms both human, and what teeth poked out of his still smiling mouth were flat.

Like this, it looked exactly as it should. A man grieving over his dead brother.

Eventually arms pulled him away, and he screamed and thrashed as Stan's body was covered and hidden behind a wall of bodies. Fiddleford's voice cut through the noise, and he turned to see his friend, standing tall and face stained with tears. His mouth was moving, but Ford couldn't make out the words.

All he could hear was his own heart, strong and beating like Stan's would never be again.

Time blurred and the world grayed. They laid Stan to rest back at their small home village, on the cliffs overlooking the sea. He had a distant memory of them coming here, long ago when the world made sense.

Stan would like it.

It wasn't long after that the whispers started. Ignorant folk, talking about how evil Stan must have been, how lucky they were no one was hurt.

How thankful they were that the Hero was there to deal with him so swiftly.

It only took Ford overhearing such talk once for them to learn never to speak of Stan in front of him. Not with such poison. Not with such disdain.

Stan was a hero after all.

Ford was just his brothers murderer.

As time went on and Fiddlefords announcement did little to sway public opinion, Ford found that he could no longer find it in him to care for the troubles of Hyrule. Its evil was vanquished, and every forest and town was filled with his brothers ghost.

He needed to leave. To find someplace where people wouldn't look at him with hope and pride. Find somewhere that needed a man who could wield a sword, could face the dangers ahead and never flinch.

So one night, a year after he'd killed the last Hero of Hyrule, he drove the Master Sword into its pedestal for the next Hero to find, turned around, and left, taking what was quickly becoming known as the Blade of Bill with him.

He said no goodbyes and left only a single note to the one person who really needed to know where he was going.

Stan would get lonely while he was away, but it was fine. They'd see each other again sooner or later.

Stanley Pines was born the younger twin of Stanford Pines, in an era of peace. They were as thick as thieves, running through the forests and fields of their home.

Life was perfect, except for the voice in the back of his mind that whispered at him to kill his brother.

Then they grew, and as they did Stanley found he knew things he shouldn't. Knew secrets others hid, knew monsters others hadn't seen.

Knew how to make them bend to his whims.

Knew he had to die.

Knew Stanford had to be the one to do it.

Stanley Pines was born the twin brother of Stanford Pines, and-

Stanley Pines was born the older twin of Stanford Pines and-

Stanley Pines was born the twin of Stanford Pines but-

They were separated-

They drifted apart-

They were pitied against each other-

-in the beachs, darting through the surf-

-over the dunes, feed sure in the sand-

-up and down the mountains, stumbling into each other by chance-

-and one day Stanley Pines realized he needed to die by his brothers hand, or he would unleash a demon that would ravage the land.

Stanley Pines stared once more at the blade in front of him. A screaming voice yelled at him to draw it from its red scabbard, to finally start what he'd been waiting to do since time began. It writhed and clawed for control, urging him to start the slaughter. Stanley shoved it away, picking the dusty blade up and attaching it to his belt.

Stanford wasn't ready to kill him after all. Stanley wouldn't draw the sword until he knew for sure his twin of a thousand lifetimes had the strength to push it through. It was risky grabbing it so soon in the cycle, but circumstances had lead him here, and he knew from experience leaving it behind once he found it always led to worse odds.

"Shut it why don't you," Stanley said, rolling his eyes at the twin screaming from Bill and the blade, "you act like we haven't done this a hundred times."

With that he turned and left the crumbling temple behind. He'd left a good trail for Stanford to follow, and he didn't want to get caught too early. Best to hold off until he'd planted more seeds of his betrayal, get the Hero's blood boiling. Stanford always had an easier time the longer Stanley waited to draw the blade after all.

This time would be no different.

In another Ford does not close his eyes, cannot look away from his brothers accepting face. Cannot stop himself from looking deeper and deeper, from trying to find some evidence that he doesn't have to do this.

Stan watches as Ford's eyes harden, and his smile grows. Its getting hard to focus, hard to hold back the tide of a demon's mind. But now Ford is ready, and this'll all have been worth it.

He's learned his lesson, he's ready to make amends.

Which means the moment Ford reaches forward to pry Stan's human hand off the Master Sword, Stan's smile twitches, and his control starts to slip.

"What- What're you doin'" Stan says, words slurring slightly and stuttering as Bill claws his way back towards the front of their mind, "Ford-"

"I won't." Ford snaps, voice clipped and eyes bright with the light of determination, "I won't kill my own brother. I'll find a way to save you Stanley, I'll rip Bill from your body if its the last thing I do. I'll-"

"We'll." Fiddleford cuts in, stepping forwards, eyes just as determined as Fords, "This is our fault. We shoulda never let this get as bad as it did. I'm sorry Stanley."

And thats the last thing Stan hears, As Bill tears him away and shoves him back. Their body jerks forwards, Ultra Master Sword swinging down where Ford was standing a moment before. His brother and the King have retreated slightly, and Ford is yelling, Hero's Spirit glowing brightly at the words, but Stan- He can't-

He can't hear what his brother's saying.

Stan feels the heavy weight of Bill crushing his mortal spirit, and Stan rages as much as he can. He forces their swings to go wild, slides their feet out of alignment, makes them lose their balance. If Bill thinks Stan was screaming before, then what he's doing now must be the commands of the greater spirits themselves.

It's one thing to let Ford kill him, its another horror entirely to see his body get used to kill his twin. This wasn't supposed to happen, Ford was supposed to drive the sword through, to use the rage Stan had been fanning since their reunion to power through and trample whatever bonds they might have had.

Bill was never supposed to have a chance.

Instead, due to Fords stubbornness, Stan was watching as Bill's corruption spread across his body. Saw glimpses of his transformed body when Bill turned to follow Ford's movement, saw his worn travelers clothes warp and change into the demons preferred black and yellow noble's apparel. Saw pitch black and gleaming pauldrons manifest on his shoulders in the corner of his eyes, sharp and engraved with demonic symbols. Matching greaves kicked at Fords rolling form when his brother got too close, and then Stan's other hand came to grip the Ultra Master Sword, clawed and black, golden lines flickering as Bill completed his takeover.

Ha! Bills voice rang out in their mind, even as he said something else, something taunting based on Fords expression, out loud, Thought you could pull one over on me did you!

BILL! Stan thought snarled, clawing and writhing at the demonic spirit crushing his own, I WON'T LET YOU-

Won't let me what, kill little Fordsy here? Bills laughter rang out in their shared mind, each cackle a stab as Stan's meager control was wrenched out of his nonexistent hands, I'd like to see you try and stop me. Now shoo, your screaming is only entertaining for so long.

The weight of Bill's spirit became unbearable, and Stan yelled out for Ford, his brother's determined face the last thing he saw before the world went dark.

He wasn't asleep, not with the way he was aware of himself. There was a distant feeling of sensation, sounds muffled and far away, flashes of scenes come and gone too fast to make sense of. At one point he was struck with the knowledge that his hand was wrapped around something delicate, and he used what little power he had to loosen his fingers and drop whatever they were holding.

The burning rage that filled Bill was a triumph, even as the demon pushed Stan further into wherever he was. Something sharp and not there dug into his not thereness, like the demon was grabbing his spirit and digging his claws in. It made Stan writhe as much as he could, and he was pretty sure he'd scream if he had a mouth or thoughts to fling at the demon.

Maybe he was. He didn't know.

What he did know was that Bill couldn't crush him. Or wouldn't. He didn't know why, but every time he came close to feeling like he was going to crumble to pieces the demon would ease his crushing grip. Maybe Bill needed his spirit to control his body? Or the magic that had sealed Bill's mind inside his own had linked them in some way Bill couldn't kill Stan without killing himself. Maybe the demon just like torturing him.

Whatever the reason, it meant Stan was sort of alive in the dark not thereness. Any attempts at clawing his way out was brushed aside, any screams he might have made unheard.

There was no way to know what was happening outside. No way to know if Bill had-

No. Ford was a hero. Ford was The Hero. There was no way Bill could have killed him. Ford was out there, and someone would smack some sense into him eventually. Any moment Stan would feel the Master Sword through the chest, and then...

Wait. If he died, would he still be stuck here? Deep in what he suspected might be Bills overwhelming spirit? That sounded awful actually. Everything was dark and flickered yellow, there was a constant feeling of being watched, and the squished feeling wasn't any kind of pleasant.

What was even less pleasant was the sharp pain to their shoulder. It was the first time he'd felt his body so clearly in... months. Maybe.

However long it had been, the pain radiated through the darkness, and Stan sort of not really saw a warm glow cut through the blackness around him. It soothed the ache to his spirit, even as it really, really, hurt his actual body.

Another sharp pain hit his side, and a few minutes later it his his leg.

Then Stan was hit with agony, as Bill's grip on his spirit disappeared. The heavy feeling that had wrapped around him and shoved him deep into the dark was gone, no longer there to block off the feeling from their body.

Bill was growling something, and their chest and limbs throbbed, not just from the sharp warm points of pain, but from several other cuts and injuries. It took Stan a second to orientate himself, so used to the nothingness, but eventually he realized they were no longer in the plains surrounding the castle.

They were in some kind of grand temple, one Stan was amazed to find he didn't recognize. An image of some kind of pink lizard was on several glass stained windows, casting pink and blue light into the large room. The pews were flung into the walls, the giant doors across him shut and sealed with green and blue light.

In front of him was Ford, wearing the stupid Hero outfit Stan had spent their whole lives laughing at. He was covered in dirt and sweat, and that determined look hadn't left his eyes. Behind him, reloading his crossbow, was Fiddleford.

Stan watched, dazed as Bill exchanged blows with Ford, then felt another sharp pain hit his left arm.

He snapped his head down to see a blue, red, and gold glowing bolt sticking out of his bicep, then looked over at Fiddleford in shock.

"You just shot me!" Stan shouted, confused and trying not to collapse from the agony spreading through him, "Why did you shot me?!"

The realization that he just moved and spoke hit him just as Bill snatched control back once more. The demon screamed and swung again, but all Stan could see was Fords face.

It looked triumphant .

"Its working!" His brother shouted, dodging a swing and slashing at Stan's right arm, where he was holding the Ultra Master Sword, "Keep shooting FIddleford!"

NO?! Stan though shouted, DON'T?! JUST STAB ME ALREADY!

Another bolt hit his other leg, and Stan cursed and slammed the Ultra Master Sword into the ground so he wouldn't fall over.

"What is this?!" Stan yelled, looking up to glare at the excited faces of his brother and king, "What even is the plan here! Can't you just-"

"SHUT UP!" Bill finished, standing up and pulling the sword out of the floor. Stan hissed at the demon for interrupting him, then froze as he caught sight of his arm, where the bolt was still lodged.

A glowing light was spreading out from the bolt, turning Bill's yellow sleeve back into Stan's red one. They made a mad swing at Fords head, and Stan forced them to stumble and glance down at their legs.

Just like his arm, light was radiating from where each bolt had hit him, pushing the corruption back and bringing the feeling of control with it.

"What is wrong with you!" Stan yelled as Bill swung the sword at Fords neck, then tried to shoot a bolt of magic at Fiddleford with their sword. Stan smacked it with their other hand, disrupting the spell and wincing at the screech that rattled their mind.

"A bolt!" Stan continued, after Bill parried a blow from Ford and side stepped another bolt, "A Bolt?! Why couldn't it have been anything else! This hurts!"

"SHUTUPSHUTUP!" Bill screeched, and Stan stuck a spirit tongue at him when the demon tried to squish him down again and he bobbed away. The overwhelming power of his spirit was being pushed back with each wave of warm magic that made Stan want to scream.

"We didn't have a lot of options Stanley!" Ford shouted, rolling away from a swing and doing some kind of weird spin move that hit Stan's-

"Is that another arm!?" Stan screamed, staring at the demonic monster arm that looked like it was growing from his back. Ford slashed at it again, and the entire thing exploded, leaving nothing behind.

Thank the goddess. He wasn't sure he wasn't to figure out how to use extra-

Wait no.

"Just stab me already!" Stan yelled, trying to jerk his swings wide and mess up Bill's dodges, "Why are you dragging this out!?"

"I'm not-" Ford grunted as he rolled (and seriously, what was with all the rolling?), "-Not dragging this out!"

"We're going to save you Stanley!" Fiddleford shouted, and Stan screamed as another bolt embedded itself into his right shoulder. The bolts seemed to pulse together as one, sending a wave of comfort through his spirit while it ripped his body to shreds. The contrasting feeling made him want to throw up.

Then Bill was torn from his mind, leaving a gaping void behind. Stan gasped at the feeling, his mind too empty and silent after ten years of constant chatter.

"NO!"

The Ultra Master Sword screamed, and Stan screamed with it as Bill tried to claw his way back inside. He blinked down to see his arm, still demonic and the pommel eye staring at him, full of rage and hunger.

"This is my body now!" Bill screamed, dragging himself up Stan's arm, "You had your chance, and now-"

"I'm sorry Stanley," Ford said softly, just as the Master Sword flashed in front of him, blocking Stan's view of Bill as it separated his arm from his body.

If the bolts had been agony, tearing him to pieces as it pried Bill's spirit from his own, this was excruciating. He barely paid any attention to Ford slamming his sword through Stan's former arm, too focused on the space where it once been attached to him. Blood was already flowing from the wound, soaking his side and creating a puddle on the floor.

Between one blink and the next he was on the ground. Fiddleford was holding his face with one hand while the other held down his- where his-

It hurt.

Searing pain on top of everything else, worse than the feeling of a demon digging his claws into his spirit. No part of him was free of pain, each bolt still a blazing beacon, each scrape stinging, and the- the- his arm- it-

This time the darkness wasn't the result of a demon, and Stan welcomed it as Ford's panicked face came into view.

It was very cold, and- and-

The ceiling was very blurry and fancy. Too fancy. Stan stared at it for a while, before he remembered he wasn't supposed to be staring at anything.

Everything felt fuzzy and far away, hazy like... like...

But Bill was gone, leaving nothing but the nothingness where the demon had carved a space in Stan's mind for himself. He poked at the spot the demon used to occupy, and shuddered at the feeling of loss.

He exhaled slowly as he looked around the room.

It was his room. His old one, the one he'd lived in a lifetime ago. His tapestries were still hanging on the walls, depicting various historical battles, while his drawings and doodles filled the spaces in between. Someone had cleaned up his surprise clothes pile, and a part of him ached at the loss of mystery. Never knew if he'd grab something clean or stained, and now it was gone, tidied away.

There were a few other things that had changed. Someone had replaced the curtains (understandable, they'd been yellow before), had added a weapons rack and armor stand (the armor looked much better than it had in years, and the sword on the rack was a plain guardsman's), and finally a few chairs were next to his bed.

Ford was sitting in one, arms crossed and head back as he snored. Judging by the light spilling in through the window it was probably early morning. Nerd probably fell asleep sitting there.

Weirdo.

"Time to blow this joint." Stan mumbled, forcing himself to sit up. The world went in and out of focus a few times, so he stared at the far wall until it stopped. Getting the blanket off was another battle, one arm clumsy and the other-

Stan stared at the stump, wrapped in crisp white bandages, perplexed. Any attempts at moving his arm sent prickles of pain up his shoulder, and no arm materialized to help him.

Hmm.

"Ford," Stan said, turning to pull at Fords shirt, "Ford."

Ford awoke with a shout at Stan's touch, and he watched as his brother fell out of the chair and slammed into the ground. Ford shot to his feet a second later, eyes wild and on edge, before meeting Stan's own and freezing.

"Ford," Stan said again pointing at his missing arm, "Ford, my arms gone? Where- have you seen it?"

The expression of Fords face went funky, before landing on some kind of sad.

"Stanley," Ford said, stepping forwards to sit on the edge of the bed, "you're... you're awake."

"Arm." Stan said sadly, and he reached forwards to grab Fords sleeve, "m'arm."

"Yes," Ford grabbed Stan's hand, holding it in his own, "I had- I'm sorry Stanley. We were out of bolts, and I- I couldn't."

Stan blinked at Fords crumpling expression. After a moment he nodded, and Ford slumped, pressing Stan's fingers to his forehead. The grip wasn't tight, and Ford let go when Stan tugged.

What was tight was Ford's grip on Stan's shirt when he tried to get up.

"Stanley!" Ford yelled, pulling him back into the bed, "What are you doing?! You need to rest!"

"I needa... gotta go." Stan mumbled back, trying to wiggle out of his shirt, before flopping down and turning to face his brothers' newest funky face, "Gotta- s'was somthin' I have to do."

"What, what is it, I can-"

"Gotta get stabbed." Stan said eyes wandering over to the sword. It wasn't the right one, but maybe it'd do now that Bill was gone, "Gotta- there was- yeah."

He'd get stabbed, then everything would be better. Fords newest funny face tickled the back of his mind. It looked maybe bad, maybe sad.

"Don't be sbad." Stan said, patting his brothers face, "Gonna hero s'mthigyea?"

Ford pulled his hand down with a sigh, "Stanley, I know you're still recovering and probably won't remember this, but I need you to know."

With that he let go of Stan's hand and leaned forwards, twelve finger's cupping his face. Stan wanted to melt into the feeling, but Fords mean eyes helped him focus.

"I'm not going to stab you, and if you do something like this again? I'll tell Fiddleford to add barbs to the bolts."

"Jerks."

"We were short on time, we didn't-"

"Mean to me."

"The situation was-"

Stan didn't catch the rest. The twelve fingers were pressing into his skin, each firm and tingly on his skin. One of them was rubbing his temple, and it was the nicest thing he'd ever felt. The darkness was like a blanket, gently tugging at him and pulling him far, far away.

[shattered-daydream]

Fish want him women fear him

[kirdoodl]

A little Relativity Falls comic, yippie! :3

also here have some extra doodles as to what happened after they actually got there

[cammy-mcspammy]

The full comic..

And it will remain uncompleted.. probably.

[blingblandart]

relativity falls mystery trio shenanigans inspired by night in the woods >:3

[gotticalavera]

I know it's a funny reference, but it's also fun to think about why Rick erased his memories... And I'm sure he didn't do it intentionally.

My reasonable side thinks that Fiddleford erased his memory because he knew he was a person capable of starting the portal, and what he wanted to avoid was a catastrophe...

But the shipper side of me thinks Fiddleford erased his memory because he was jealous that Stanley's ex kept flirting with him.

[f0xseven]

ford's dialogue transcribed

so i was inspired by this post and wrote down everything ford says in the show-- im 99% sure this is accurate, at least to what i heard him saying. in my heart, there were some things like... i think he should be saying "going to" instead of "gonna", but im sorry, jk simmons was saying GONNA. also ford Constantly speaks like a storyteller, i tried to not over-italicize but seriously, he just talks like that! oh, and i didnt include all of his grunts and whatnot, unless he made a sound that felt like he was intentionally making it, like "oh-ho-ho"

its only separated by what age ford was when he was speaking, but i suppose if people like i could also clarify what episode the dialogue is from? i didnt really see a purpose in doing that

anyway, heres the link!

[ink-pocket]

Legend of the Gobblewonker

[anon55mystery]

Ideas for a GF Lost Legends sequel or well midquel.

1). We get a story that features Ford working together with Dipper and Multi-Bear!

We learn more of their friendship and their interests.

Multi-Bear meets Ford! Him, Multi-Bear, and Dipper become an unlikely trio!

They all work together to find something or someone in The Crawlspace about Ford's past. Maybe also some information of The Oracle!

Also maybe some more flashbacks of Ford's childhood and maybe Multi-Bear shares some of his childhood memories too.

Also their love of the group BABBA and their hit song Disco Girl!

2). The second story can be about Pacifica working at Greasy's Diner.

After her parents lost their mansion for pledging their alliance to Bill. Pacifica has to find work to pay off her parents new house.

While at the start, she's her usually bratty and spoiled self. She slowly learns how to be nice and compassionate to others. Also because her, and her parents aren't wealthy anymore, no one is cowering before her.

Even when Pacifica is mean to her at first, Lazy Susan is is still cheerful and polite towards her, she even lets her stay at her place when her parents are "busy" wallowing in pity.

We also learn a little bit of Lazy Susan's past and why she's nice. Also her becoming Pacifica's grandmother figure.

3). A reconcile story of Old Man McGucket and his son.

We get flashbacks of what's his childhood like and what type of people his family were.

His friendship with Stanford, him giving an axolotl, and more of their friendship during college.

Some flashbacks of him when he was healthier, and his relationship with his son Tate McGucket, along with is ex wife Emma-May.

Maybe even some tension between Ford and Tate for understandable reasons.

4). A story of Wendy during high school, and still having adventures after The Pines Family left Gravity Falls.

She's still the awesome laid-back, rebellious teenager, we know and love, but this time we learn a bit more about her childhood and who her mom was.

We see the relationship between her dad, her younger brothers, and her mom before her disappearance (I like to think she disappeared when Wendy was twelve. Also I believe in this theory)

In the flashbacks, we get to see her dad training her and her brothers for an apocalypse, and her awesome fighting skills!

The origin on how she met Tambry, despite being complete opposites. Also her eventual friendships with Nate, Lee, Robbie, and Thompson.

We also see she still goes on adventures without Soos and The Pines Family. Sometimes she goes on adventures with her friends or brothers.

Maybe even while she's ditching school during a boring trip at the museum, she finds a something about her missing mom.

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requests for ; moodboards , hcs, and small blurbs are open!

i will not write full oneshots at this time due to mentally not being able to handle writing a shit ton.. I’ve burnt myself out during my gravity falls fiddauthor fic requests ! I made like a billion fics and I need… a moment…

what fandoms do i make moodboards/write for? ARCANE + GRAVITY FALLS!

i like doing moodboards for any character! and the ships i write for are : Melvika, Jayvik, Timebomb, and fiddauthor!

HAVE AT IT. REQUESTS ARE OPEN. MAKE ME WRITE AND MAKE STUFF

[dark-lord-of-awesomeness]

I'm well rested, and here to make this even angstier. And maybe funnier.

Stan slays Bill, disappearing in a flash of light and gone for 10 years. When he opens his eyes in an abandoned temple he has no memory and meets Emma-May, the two of them adventuring around, looking at ruins and Emma-May teaching Stan what everything from bug species to clothes are (It takes her an embarrassingly long time to realize Stan thinks his armor is his skin, and only because he gets a hole in his shirt and starts screaming). Ford spent the last ten years scouring the kingdom for any hint of what had happened to his brother, then has a dream about needed to retrace his steps.

So Ford solo goes through each of the re corrupted temples, defeating each monster and finding fragments of Stan's memory, learning about Stan's hardships by seeing his journey through his eyes, and trying to reach the end while also growing worried about all the demons and evil. Stan killed Bill after all, why's all this here? It's not because of Stan being the one to clear the temples, they weren't like this the last time Ford came through after all ten years ago.

Stan's memory fragments start with them as kids, little moments before Ford was discovered to be the hero. Ford being bullied and Stan standing up for him, playing by the beach, Ford seeing spirits while Stan stands there awkwardly (Stan only started seeing them after he cleared his first temple maybe?). Then it's them at the castle, and while Ford fondly reminisces he suddenly gets hit with Stan's pov of their time there. Fords the Hero after all, he's got a reason to be learning with the prince, but Stan's not, so why's he here all the nobles whisper? He's not destined for greatness, he's a brat. No one wants him around, everyone bad talks him behind his back or to his face when Ford wasn't around.

Ford had no idea this was happening at all. Turns out Stan sword skill has less to do with natural talent and more to do with Stan spending hours training because the training grounds were the one place he could get away from the looks and sneers. Ford was getting all kinds of lessons but because Stan was just his tag along they didn't really push it when Stan stopped showing up due to the tutors prioritizing the Fords and doing more and more advanced lessons while Stan struggled to keep up.

Then it's them, older, and Stan didn't get kicked out of the castle but everyone was implying he should move on and stop riding on Fords coat tails. He has no purpose here, so why doesn't he run along and find one somewhere else, hmm? Except the whole kingdom knows about Ford, Ford gets out a lot networking and exploring. There's few places Stan can go that Ford hasn't been to first, and every one of them is disappointed when Stan says he's not Ford. Sure not all the places are terrible, but there's an underlying feeling of 'when is Ford gonna visit next' and 'oh its-! Oh never mind, it's Stan' and Stan couldn't take it so he ends up living in a tiny hut in the woods hanging out with fairies because they're so bad with faces and see souls or something none of them mistake Stan for Ford or care.

Then it's Stan on his journey, and he's not the Hero so it's the equivalent of playing botw with 3 hearts the whole game. Stan cannot upgrade his health, he cannot increase his stamina bar, he cant do the super fancy Link sword moves because he's the equivalent of an NPC. His adventures basically him playing on hard mode. He almost died so many times. It wasn't glamorous or fun or heroic, it was desperate, frightened, and awful. Fords own journey has been hard but he can upgrade himself (no idea how it translates in the real world. Maybe heartier? Or something? Each heart is a special blessing from the goddess? Whatever it is, Stan can't get it) so even if the monsters are harder than what Stan faced Ford can meet the challenge without the same level of terror.

And then there's the last memory, which is of Ford, young and skinny, not nearly as in shape as he is now, because younger him didn't put hours of work into wielding a sword like Stan did until after Stan had disappeared. And Ford gets to see Stan's hopes and dreams get crushed as his younger self yells and rages, and it's only now outside looking in that he understood that stealing a journey isn't something someone can do. This wasn't a whim of Stan's, his brother worked to get where he was, and his younger self was... young. Didn't understand what it meant that Stan had so many blessings, didn't see it as the achievement it was. Ford would really like to punch his younger self for being so-!!! Young.)

Back to the present now.

Fords kept Fiddleford in the loop about the temples, and through research and magic Fiddleford realizes that the Super Mega Ultra Ultimate Master Sword (no one can agree on which one Stan ended up choosing) is the sword that Cuts the Darkness. It is not a sword of sealing, and its not a sword of slaying. It can cut, but it can't kill.

It's a stop gap. A way for the common folk of Hyrule, if they prove themselves worthy, to hold back the darkness until the Hero can arrive to seal it away. A sword meant to make it so common souls can rise up to the challenge and have a chance to help, to be a hero in their own right. Stan didn't kill Bill, he slowed him down, and the pieces of memories were what Bill tore out of him in retaliation. Stan's alive somewhere, but no one knows where, or how long he has until his life is in danger from Bills revenge.

Stan's having a great time though! He's a living person, he's got a million tiny spirit friends, he's got his new BFF Emma-May who's the smartest lady ever, and he just learned he's super good at using a sword. Lifes amazing!

Except for all the monsters everywhere:/ good thing he's got a sword though!

Emma-May is on a journey to discover a dragon. She knows they're out there, she knows they exist, she just has to find where they went. (Stan looks at the giant spirit dragon flying in the sky, squints, then shrugs. That's probably not what she's looking for maybe.) They go through their own journey, fighting monsters and searching ruins, while Stan sort of remembers maybe being a spirit.

I'm thinking that, in order so Stan's not coming back to himself with a teen mind, he might have been still battling Bills spirit or something. For 10 years Stan and him had been battling it out, until Stan finally stumbled and got flung back into the world, and Bill snatched his memories so that he couldn't warn everyone about it. Maybe that's what the Super Mega Ultra Ultimate Super Again Master Sword does, locks the wielder and whatever evil it slayed into a mind battle to buy time, and the memories were on Bills part and not the sword.

No wait, better idea incoming about that.

Anyway it comes to a head back at the castle. Fords rushing to get back to warn Fiddleford, finds Bill there cackling and evil, and also Stan. Stan is also there, because Emma-May had been summoned by the court as a spirit expert, and Fiddleford thought maybe she could hunt down Stan's spirit. Was very surprised to also see Stan, and then everyone was surprised by the demon. Fighting starts, Ford hasn't arrived, and Stan's struck with a memory as he see the SMUUSA Master Sword. He doesn't really remember who he is yet, but he knows that sword is his. Snatches it, fights Bill, and through a series of events he figures out that Bill being here was a panic move on his part. The demons not done getting all his parts together, and if Ford the Hero seals him now those other pieces will just strike again later. He has to buy his brother more time.

Cue dramatic second sacrifice. The SMUUSA Master Sword buys time, he'll just use it again! Except this time, his spirit is still damaged and healing, he can't fight Bill for another ten years, time to mix it up. There's a little 8 ball on the pommel, a symbol of fortune, and fortune shakes and lands on 'dragon time'.

Stan is now a dragon. The SMUUSA Master Sword is sealing Bills conscious so that Ford can gather the demons pieces and seal them all at once, and Stan's a dragon because those things are super soaked in spiritual power. All Ford has to do is find them, bring them back to the castle, get the SMUUSA from Stan to unseal Bills mind, then fight him for the final time and seal him until the cycle repeats in a few thousand years.

Two versions of this.

Angst says Ford either doesn't realize right away what happened and gets a late start, or Bill's fragments are minor monsters in their own right (henchmainacs?) and are on the move. Ford got the stagnant ones that had rooted themselves into places of power, now he has to track down the rest, find a way to contain them, then drag those pieces somewhere secure so that when this finally happens the damage can get mitigated.

This takes thirty years, both tracking things down, getting a location ready, and Fiddleford developing (along with his first courted then wife/new queen Emma-May) a way to contain each piece of Bill so that it won't rampage semi-mindless as each piece merges with the greater whole. All the while Stan's flyiing around the kingdom, being a dragon and doing spirit dragon things. Like becoming the local semi-spirit menace. Just like the other dragons Stan never touches the ground or lands but unlike them he is not above full blast speeding over a village and knocking over everyone's laundry. How much is he aware of himself? Who knows, but you know Fords face down crying into his dragon mane whenever no one can find him. Climbs down to stare into Stan's uncaring dragon eye and tell him what everyones up to, how his journey is going,

Thirty years come and go, Fords an old man, and maybe its Dipper and Mabel that stumble on Bill's last piece? Finally gets all of them together, waits until Dragon Stan's as close as possible to where it is, then Ford pulls the SMUUSA Master Sword, freeing Bill and undragoning Stan. Then there's a huge fight while Stan's still mostly an amnesiac and super confused about everything going on and Ford finally seals Bill. Then he hugs Stan, cries at his confused eyes, shoves his memories at him, and yells about how much of a knucklehead he is. If Stan does anything self sacrificial for a third time Ford will kill him.

Funny version is:

Its... pretty easy actually. Emma-May is a huge help, and spends her days obsessively watching Stan fly across the sky and keeps Ford updated. It takes maybe 5 years to get all of Bills pieces, now they just need the SMUUSAMS. One problem.

None of them can fly. There are no sky islands. There are no planes or hot air balloons. Only Ford can pull it from Stan, and if there's rito none of them can help because Stan will attack them if they get close and he's a giant dragon. The first five years of the thirty are Ford getting all of the pieces, and the next twenty five are them trying more and more absurd ways to get Stan down low enough Ford can reach or flinging Ford into the sky without killing him. (I'm thinking Stan's dragon name would be El Diablo, since most wouldn't know that the giant flying red jerk dragon is the Hero's twin brother.)

Ford hates his dragon brother. He hates him. He misses and loves him but he hates him. Why can't Stan fly in any kind of pattern like the rest of the dragons? Why does Stan have to be whimsical? Fords gonna pull that sword from his head then slam it back in and kill him. He's going to kill his brother for the trial of having to spend twenty five years just reaching his stupid head.

Funniest solution is Mabel suggesting they just ask him. Ford, in a fit of rage, gets a super mega phone and stands on a mountain near where Stan is flying and screams about how he'd love it if Stan just flew right over here! Just come right here so Ford can jump on!

Then Stan does that, and Fords so consumed with fury he almost misses jumping on as Stan flies directly underneath him.

Either way it ends with Ford kicking Stan to the curb so he and FIddleford can seal Bill away and any time Stan tries to help Ford whips around, grabs him, and full force throws him as far as possible. Fords not doing this a third time. Stan's not so much as going to move until Ford drives a sword through Bills chest and kills him forever. Fiddleford is also shooting crossbow bolts at his feet if Fords busy. He's also had enough of this. He regrets making the SMUUSA Master Sword so much specifically because of how its affected his life.

And thats what I got for 'Stan disappears in a flash of light' ending. whew. I had to write this in a mad panic in short bursts at work and it was killing me. Anyway I hope you enjoy it!

So I know nothing about Loz but I imagine Stan defeats Bill and gets teleported away to be killed by the sword but Emma-May finds him and saves him. However this causes him to lose his memory’s so Emma and Stan are kind of just wandering while Ford and Fidds are trying to save Stan. (Also I had the horrible idea of the sword actually physically hurting him with vines or something slowly digging into the hand he uses to wield it, and when Emma finds him, the earth is trying to consume him) :D

Oho! I do like that route in the 'Stan disappears' timeline. Hmm. Ford gets there just as Stan drives the Super Master Sword through Bills chest, there's a flash of light, and then Stan's gone, sword still pinning Bills corpse to the ground. Now it's Epic Quest time to find Stan and maybe fight the goddesses? Ford will figure it out later.

This got long lol, and a little less angsty.

Meanwhile Stan has a meet up with one of the greater spirits (Axolotl) who thanks Stan for rising up to the challenge despite being a regular, not fated being. Everyone's very impressed with him, but sadly his normal person, not descended from the goddesses or reincarnated soul couldn't handle the strain of wielding the Sword that Cuts the-

Stan: Super Mega Master Sword

Axolotl: what?

Stan: it's the Super Mega Master Sword. Or Maybe the Ultra Master Sword. I'm still work-shopping it.

Well, Stan's successfully charmed the spirits (which he'd already done, but his inability to take any of their grandstanding seriously is so new and fresh they just love it), and due to his blessings and the favor of the goddesses he's been given a choice. The sword requires great power to use, one that Stans soul couldn't handle. He can either let go and allow it to heal in the great cycle of reincarnation, or go back and-

Stan: second one

Axolotl: but you don't know the price? What if its-

Stan: don't care. I'm going back, I'm going to shove my victory in Fords face and eat just. So much food. I'm so hungry. I could eat a burger so fast, you wouldn't believe.

Well, if Stan's already decided then that's that on that! Good luck hero!

And Stan wakes up. Hes in a lovely field, surrounded by flowers at the foot of a statue to the goddess. Birds are singing, bugs are chirping, the sun is shining through the trees and he can sort of make out where the walls of a temple once stood.

He has no idea who he is.

But! He found a stick! It's a pretty good stick, and he's pretty sure if he whacks it at something, it'll break, and then! He'll have two sticks :D

Emma-May, wandering scholar, finds this wandering adventurer in the woods who must have gotten hit in the head or something and lost almost all his gear, all he has is the leather armor he had on him and a few empty pouches. He's got twigs in his hair, is stuffing a leaf in his mouth, and looks so amazed when she shows him that he can pick up rocks it's endearing.

She can't let this guy die. She's pretty sure he's a spirit that's possessing a dead body actually. There's no other explanation on why he doesn't know what anything is or how anything works. It's up to her to take care of him. This is a test by the goddesses, and she's determined to pass all expectations. (Stan is link from botw basically. Everything is ??? To him).

Meanwhile the Fords are on a Quest to find Stan. Unlike the other timeline Fords not super pissed at Stan (well, he is, but his worry for his brother is overriding it), and he's yelling at anyone who listens about how Stan slayed Bill and vanished in golden light and if Ford doesn't find him he's going to do..... something. No one likes the desperate look in his eye or how riled up he gets when they try to thank him for his good deeds because no, that was Stan too. Don't they know Stan's a hero now and might be dead? Fords a failure and he failed and Stan's dead!

Finally has a dream where the spirits are like 'you need to chill out your bro isn't dead. Just go look for him'. So off he goes, Fiddleford staying to lead the search from the castle and get his kingdom in order.

It either takes ten years or ten months to find Stan. Angst demands years but the comedy and angst of Ford finally finding Stan when he's still pretty into his 'life is beautiful and what is this Emma-May? :3' phase is appealing to me. Maybe even ten weeks.

Emma-May is traveling on the outskirts of Hyrule looking at ancient ruins and studying her spirit friend who's incredibly good with a sword and who can see and talk to spirits for her. They love her new assistant/godly trial and he's making her research a lot more fun.

She named him Hal, on account of him only responding to the word Help for the first week or so and Hal being an easy transition from that. Her and Hal are an amazing duo, finding lost temples and clearing them out, finding lost artifacts, slaying new and terrifying beasts. It's a thrill. She's living her best life, and teaching Hal is part of the fun. It's like if a kid was also.. an older teen? He's still got baby fat huh. Yeesh.

Anyway.

Then Ford rolls up, following their trail and coincidentally discovering that there's some other, ancient evil stirring under the land now that Bills gone. He's slaying monsters no one's seen in years, rescuing civilians, finding lost temples that! Have already been cleared.

Temples he knows Stan hadn't touched in his journey to rescue Ford. It's both a sign he's on the right path and incredibly annoying. Especially since it means Stan's walking around somewhere with like. The pieces of the key that'll let an ancient horror loose upon the land.

No wait. Scratch that. I've got another idea.

Its been ten years since Stan disappeared in a flash of light, and Fords been scouring every obscure library and tome for any kind of hint on where Stan could have gone. None of the spirits have confirmed if his brothers dead or alive, so he must be alive. He has to be, because if he's not then Fords going to strangle him.

Then some kind of Event happens, and Ford gets a hint on how to figure out how to find Stan. Turned out it took the spirits ten years to fix Stan's crumbling soul to a point where he could semi function, and Stan's just now waking up ???? at the world and meeting who he's pretty sure is the smartest person on the planet. Who else would have such a great idea like putting a bomb under a shield to launch himself higher? No one, he's sure.

When Ford eventually catches up to them he is very obviously of Stan's statement that Emma-May's the smartest person ever and also his best friend :3.

Anyway, since there is no scrapbook or young twins to rekindle Stan's memories, the three of them instead follow Stan's original journey to try and job his memory, after like. Stan's ready to brush off this stranger who has his face, but Ford holds up his hand, yelling at him to wait, and Stan gets slammed with a memory of them as kids, smiling and high sixing. Blinks out of it to find him holding Fords hand, and well he does know this guy actually! Sure he'll go on some kind of journey with him, and Emma-May can go look at a bunch of other ruins and it'll be great :D.

It is not great. All those old temples have been re invaded by demons. The ways Stan originally went through are blocked off or doors broke and relocked, so they need to clear out each one and fight the newer, badder version of the final boss. Turns out the price of Stan coming back isn't his memories getting snatched, its that Bill gets to come back too, and he's not a puny mortal who needs ten years to get back to business. Maybe Bill's actually partially responsible for Stan's missing memory?

Anyway as they clear each temple and defeat each boss they get a fragment of Stan's memory. Ford's not only clearing the newly re corrupted temples, now he's reliving the memory with Stan, seeing how much harder everything is as a normal, not destined person. He's finally seeing Stan's perspective here, how Stan didn't just breeze through everything to shove it in Fords face, but actually struggled and cursed and screamed his way through an army of demons.

They're also uncovering Bill's plot to surprise strike at Hyrule while its two heros are occupied. This whole things been a diversion to get the Stans' as far away as possible, and now Ford's faced with a choice.

He can chose to abandon his quest to restore Stan's memories, as through Drama they're now on a time limit and if they don't get the last fragment there's a high chance it'll fade and Stan's patchy memory could either fade away with it, or he could go to defeat the last boss and finally get his brother back, but abandon Hyrule in its hour of need. Sure he could save them later, but who knows how many casualties there could be, what could happen to Fiddleford.

Does he want to be his brother's hero? Or the peoples? Save Stan, or save all of Hyrule. He might be able to do both, but who knows what kind of damage could happen to the other he doesn't prioritize in the meantime. Stan doesn't have enough of himself yet to weigh in on either one, and Emma-May is a scholar and Stan's friend, but understands the importance of the greater good. She won't make this choice for him.

What does it mean to be a hero?

If this were a video game the first one would be you playing as Stan becoming an unlikely hero, fighting the odds even though everyone's telling you to wait for the guy who's job it is to beat up the demons. The underlying message would be something like 'you can't just sit around and wait, if you want to see a change you have to make it' kind of thing. If Stan hadn't gone on his hero's journey then the kingdom would have been much worse off waiting for Ford to break out. You're a hero, not because someone told you you were, but because you've chosen to take the harder path and make yourself one through fighting evil and helping those in need (after all, even if the reasons are selfish, all anyone sees is your actions. Stan's a hero, even if just because he needed to be one to save Ford).

So the sequel would be this, but as Ford. Now you're the chosen hero, but what does that mean to you? Who has the higher priority, why are you a hero? Because you slay monsters? Because you defeated the bad guy? Because the Goddess said you were? Because you have special powers, wield a special sword? Stan was a hero without any of that, so why does Ford need it? Ford has the Hero's spirit, but in the end he's his own person. He's not going to save the kingdom because someone told him to do it.

He's going to do it because its the right thing to do, even if it means Stan might never be the same. A hero make sacrifices, takes the blows so others don't have to. Ford was born with the Hero's spirit, but he wasn't born a Hero, its something he has to choose to do, something he has to prove himself as.

Whew. that got away from me a little. Now that that's done,

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