#pine-dexter

[misc-muses]

"Hey, keep Darlene's name out of your mouth."

[angelsandemons]

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After the rat-based present went down less than ideally, Bill was determined to give the birthday boy a good time, even if it was the night after the big day. He'd tried to convince the guy to have a taste of his specialty—Myoclonic Jerk—the night before, but the offer had ultimately been declined.

So it was time to try a new approach.

As soon as Ford fell asleep, Bill was waiting and ready with a new setup in the starry mindscape they usually met in. The usual planning area with its near infinite board of formulas was replaced with what appeared to be a small, semi-translucent platform with a karaoke machine on top.

"Heya Sixer! You ready to have some fun?"

[olliesmultimuse]

@pine-dexter sent: "I don’t blame you. I wouldn’t want to forgive me either.” (For any of your GF muses!)

betrayal & regret sentence starters (accepting)

"Great uncle Ford, I'm not mad at you. I just-..." Mabel hesitated, looking away. A sigh escapes from her mouth. "I'm still getting used to you, ya know? You need to stop being so hard on yourself, okay? It's not good." She then points at Ford's heart with her finger, a soft gentle smile plastering across his face. "Besides, I can tell you have a kind side whenever you relax."

[annoyangle]

"Sweet Sagan, who gave you alcohol?"

HAHA! LOOK WHO CLIMBED INTO THE POOL WITH THE SHARK WITHOUT A WETSUIT!!! [DRAPES ARM AROUND OL' FORDSY'S SHOULDERS NONCHALANTLY. HIS EYESLIT NOW A SLOWLY ROTATING "@" INSIDE] OH SIXER, NOBODY "GAVE" ME ALCOHOL, I TOOK IT!! BECAUSE I'M EVIL! THAT'S KINDA HOW IT WORKS!! KINDA DRANK THE WHOLE BAR, ACTUALLY.... AND THE BARTENDERS... AND A COUPLE OF PASSERSBY WHO LOOKED TASTY....

[hayleysmuses]

@pine-dexter asked:

"Dear, while I admire your confidence, I'm just not sure I'm ah, pulling this off." (makeover time with Mabel!)

"Nonsense, Grunkle Ford, we're only halfway done!" Mabel said, setting down her bottle of mascara and reaching for something else in her makeover kit. "And if there's anything I've learned about makeovers in my thirteen long years of life, it's two very important rules~! One: you've gotta trust the process until the makeover's complete! Two-"

She held up a bottle of red glitter. "Glitter fixes everything!"

[fiddlefordisms]

@pine-dexter

The depths of the multiverse who could fathom? Dark, dangerous, and vast. Though, it was not without its beauties, wonders, and unique quirks. One such quirk was currently being studied by one Fiddleford Hadron McGucket. The quirk in question was an unstable portal, the coloring of an aurora borealis. Traditional methods for sealing it didn't seem to be working, and some rather dangerous things had escaped from it already. The asteroid he had made his current base of operations was sparsely populated, but it was still populated. He wanted to get this done, so he could focus on his other projects and goals.

So, of course, things would take an unexpected turn when his experiment went volatile and out of the unstable portal came not something but someone. Fiddleford didn't initially recognize that someone for he was clad in a dark trench coat, his face covered with a cloth and goggles. Though, the fact he could recognize a humanoid was shocking enough. He stood there a moment, a bit wide-eyed.

Meanwhile, the "stranger" might experience a strong sense of familiarity. Fiddleford's face was largely unobscured after all. He was not wearing spectacles but rather a mess of sci-fi gadgetry, scouter-looking equipment in place of glasses. His hair was still that sort of honeyed blonde but graying at the temples and much longer than it had been about ten years previous. He was also sporting a medium-length, only somewhat kempt beard - honeyed blonde but also greying in spots. He was wearing a denim-colored jumpsuit.

"Well, I can sure as shoot say I wasn't expectin' this. Ya all right there, fella?" Fiddleford asked, his very notable Tennessee twang immediately removing any doubts the "stranger" might have had about who the man before him was.

[stcries]

potential shipping, accepting!

@pine-dexter wrote: I have NO idea who buuut 👀❤️? Tbh i just wanna write with you more and i love ships!

oh my goodness STAPPHHH, i'm so shy!! no but seriously, a chance to ship with the one and only silver fox that is stanford pines? i'm sure no matter which muse it is, they'd be so damn honored. as for WHO? ... uh, i'm not sure myself quite yet, i need to get my braincells together. but i'm sure we can think of something! and heck even if we don't we can of course keep writing together normally

[starsandpigs]

@pine-dexter / starter call.

" grunkle ford, i have something that some would call... " she pauses, hesitating as she teeters on her mary jane shoes back and forth- wondering if she should have a filter.

nope. not today! " maybe an invasive question-- but, i feel like you'd appreciate the journey to knowledge that i'm taking! " she smiles wide, moving to pick up one of his hands to examine it more. " do you have to make your own gloves, or -- " she gasps, looking up with a glint of excitement in her eyes.

" DO YOU NEED SOMEONE TO MAKE YOU GLOVES? I am somewhat of a fashion icon! i know some people. " there's an aside, as she looks around. "---- i'm the people."

[nenoname]

stan spending their childhood trying to make ford's polydactyly something positive in ford's life and genuinely believing its super cool....

[hey-haven]

Been working on this one for nearly a week, but I did it!

[misc-muses]

"You want to keep yourself up thinkin' of plans? How about you think about this: I stole their rowboat, genius. How are they supposed to come after us?"

A pillow is waved threateningly in his twin's direction. Or... as threateningly as one can wave a pillow. One more wise crack and he'll put his shoe in it or something, really show his brother he means business.

"Now shut up an' go to sleep."

@pine-dexter from x

[angelsandemons]

@pine-dexter replied to your post:

Youre insane, I adore you XD

Wait until I get to why the paradox of shoelace tying in the second dimension is evidence for how Bill's species had sex.

[olliesmultimuse]

@pine-dexter sent: “Sorry I couldn’t hear you over my internal monologue.” (For Stanley!)

unprompted asks (always accepting)

"Oh come on!" Stan seemed rather annoyed. "Are you really going to do this to me? Again?" He exclaimed in exasperation, crossing his arms. "I said I was sorry!"

[angelsandemons]

Bill watched Ford carefully, anticipating a wide variety of responses to that. 'For what' was not one of them. For a moment, he stared at Ford, trying to figure out how to respond to that without sounding like an asshole. He couldn't.

"Um. You want me to fucking list everything one by one or...?"

He wasn't sure what he expected but it certainly wasn't that. His hand tightened against the receiver as he stared the demon down.

"You...want to apologize." He repeated almost numbly. The concept was so entirely foreign that he took a few moments to process it. And then a few more. And then he spoke again.

"For what?"

He was pretty certain that this was some sort of trick or joke, but he didn't want to just dismiss it off the bat. Plus, he was curious as to how Bill would play this.

[zharizard666]

I feel like Mabel and Deedee would actually be nice to Timmy :>

[stcries]

are you okay?, accepting!

@pine-dexter wrote: ❤️‍🩹  to  find  my  muse  trying  to  hide  an  injury. (For Stan!)

perhaps he should've listened to sixer's warnings, the rain had been heavy last night, pelting atop the ship's roof showing no signs of relenting. but even with the sun rising over the horizon, the ship's deck remained slippery. stan figured he'd get up early, do a few little chores and check over the boat, but lost in thought, his feet quickly slipped out from underneath him, landing awkwardly upon his upper arm. thankfully nobody was around when it happened, he'd rather not live with that embarrassment. but as soon as his brother's familiar face arrived on deck, stanley simply played everything off as normal. the last thing he wanted right now was to listen to another one of ford's lectures, he'd suffered enough already today.

"what? ford, it's nothing to worry abou-OW!" in the middle of trying to once again swindle himself out of the confrontation, he's unable to escape his brother's grasp in time. eyes go wide as his twin's hand grabs onto his wrist, promptly yanking him close, only aggravating the thing he was so desperate to hide.