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i’ll tear you to pieces

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i forgor how to draw Ragatha but that does not stop me from sketching her in the Portrait de Madame X pose [under da cut]

Maybe ill redraw that sketch into more detailed piece but for a warmup it`ll suffice

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sometimes your brain really just offers you one banger of a sentence and then that's it for the entire rest of the day. creativity expired, the ability to think has clocked out for the day, context for as to how we even get to this sentence? sorry we're all out. this one sentence is all you get.

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e you may wanna kill me but im falling out of the gravity falls hyperfixation

Im going to hold your shoulder firmly as I say this.

Hyperfixations, interests, current obsessions, all of them eb and flow. It is tidework, they are not all permanent. We are in a shifting state of beings our entire lives, and all we can hope for is that our birth certificate and death certificate aren't written in the same pen. Life is ever changing and that's the magic of it.

My friend you do not fall out of interests, you simply put them down. It is not a shame to love something so much, with all of your interest and then place it back on the shelf. It is not a disservice to the thing, nor to others. To expect someone to stay the same throughout all time is to try to ground someone in your own current orbit, and that is an insult to gravity.

The tides change, the waves draw in and fall out, and we do not hate the ocean, nor the boat it carries, any less.

That is to say, my friend, do not have shame in finding something new, or returning to something that was once new, and putting something that drew us together on a shelf, for you may always return, and you will always be welcome

Wow all of that was real dramatic, babes, you don't have to stick to one Fandom exclusively, and don't think I'd be upset that you found?? Other cool things to see???

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Hmm. Hmmmmmmmmmm.

We're no strangers to love You know the rules and so do I A full commitment's what I'm thinking of You wouldn't get this from any other guy I just wanna tell you how I'm feeling Gotta make you understand Never gonna give you up Never gonna let you down Never gonna run around and desert you Never gonna make you cry Never gonna say goodbye Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you We've known each other for so long Your heart's been aching, but you're too shy to say it Inside, we both know what's been going on We know the game and we're gonna play it And if you ask me how I'm feeling Don't tell me you're too blind to see Never gonna give you up Never gonna let you down Never gonna run around and desert you Never gonna make you cry Never gonna say goodbye Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you Never gonna give you up Never gonna let you down Never gonna run around and desert you Never gonna make you cry Never gonna say goodbye Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you (Ooh, give you up) (Ooh, give you up) Never gonna give, never gonna give (Give you up) Never gonna give, never gonna give (Give you up) We've known each other for so long Your heart's been aching, but you're too shy to say it Inside, we both know what's been going on We know the game and we're gonna play it I just wanna tell you how I'm feeling Gotta make you understand Never gonna give you up Never gonna let you down Never gonna run around and desert you Never gonna make you cry Never gonna say goodbye Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you Never gonna give you up Never gonna let you down Never gonna run around and desert you Never gonna make you cry Never gonna say goodbye Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you Never gonna give you up Never gonna let you down Never gonna run around and desert you Never gonna make you cry Never gonna say goodbye Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you

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Your sixth most recent emoji is how your guardian angel feels about you

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Sharing is caring?

AU where Ford attempts to get in contact with Stan a couple years into living in gravity falls. He’d rather not, but his mother has been bugging him recently about Stan, lamenting about how she lost contact with him months ago and is worried. She asks Ford multiple times to try and find his brother for her, and eventually he gives in.

But Ford isn’t about to give up the life he’s carved out for himself to go searching the whole country for his troublemaker of a brother, oh no. Ford decides to find Stan through magical means. Of course, the spell he finds for it sounds a little iffy, with sections that are worn away, but Ford is sure he has enough knowledge to fill the gaps himself and make it work. The spell should give him Stan’s exact location, and even project a snapshot of Stan’s current view into his mind like a picture.

Ford sets everything up for the spell and. It doesn’t work. He tries again, but still nothing. After pouring over the spell for a few hours, frustratedly trying to figure out where he went wrong, Ford decides to give up for the night and go to bed. He falls asleep.

And wakes up somewhere that’s very much not his home.

“Where am I?” he wonders.

“Woah! Hey! What was—?” someone says back.

Except. Ford didn’t really hear the person audibly speak, so much as he felt as though the words had been projected right into his mind, loud and clear.

“Hello?” he asks tentatively.

“Oh, man, I’ve finally cracked,” the other voice says with worry. “I’m finally hearing voices in my head! I knew I shouldn’t have done so many drugs!”

Ford blinks, except he doesn’t, because his body doesn’t seem to be obeying him. “What?”

His body jumps up, and Ford feels a jolt of panic. He didn’t tell it to move! He didn’t do that! It was just moving on its own!

“What’s going on?” he asks himself.

“You’re asking me?! You’re the random voice that just showed up in my head!” the voice cries back agitatedly.

And Ford… knows that voice. Of course he does.

The voice is mumbling to himself, “Can’t believe the crazy voice has to sound just like my brother too. Of course my brain would do that to me. Why not? Why not an internal Ford to berate me all day?”

“Stanley?” Ford gasps.

“Shut up, fake Ford,” Stan grouses.

Hands come up to grab at the sides of Ford’s head. And they only have five fingers. Normal hands.

…This isn’t Ford’s body.

“The spell,” Ford groans in realization. “It must have done this.”

Stan ignores him, in the middle of his own panic spiral. He pulls on his (their?) hair and it hurts. Ford doesn’t like that. He feels disconnected from the body (of course he does, it’s not his) but he wonders if he can…?

Ford mentally lunges forward. There’s a strange sensation, like he’s grappling with another force, one that’s too surprised to fight back, before Ford metaphorically sits himself in the driver’s seat. He untangles his (Stanley’s. Their) hands from his hair, and looks around the crummy motel room he’s (they’re) in.

“What the hell?!” Stan screams in their new shared mind space. “What did you do?! Voices shouldn’t be able to do that! Give me my body back!”

“You’re not hallucinating,” Ford tries to explain. “I’m not just a voice. Or, well, I am right now.” And he wondered what had happened to his physical body, if it was still back home laying in his bed. “It’s me. Your brother. I seem to have accidentally projected my consciousness into your body.”

“WHAT.”

And then the brothers have to road trip up to gravity falls to check on Ford’s body and hopefully find a way to fix their situation, all while sharing Stan’s body. Arguments are had, and both learn new things about each other. Ford realizes that maybe Stan isn’t doing so great. And what do you mean the mob is after you, Stan? Why does your body ache so much? Why are all your clothes so ratty?

Stan is not so enthused about his unexpected new head-mate, and needs a lot of convincing to even believe that it’s really Ford and not just a hallucination and that he’s finally gone crazy. What do you mean you cast a spell, Ford? Magic isn’t real. What do you mean you aren’t sure how to fix it? You better figure it out; this is a violation of privacy!

TLDR:

In an attempt to find Stan, Ford messes up a spell that transfers his consciousness into Stan’s body. Now they have to share that body until Ford figures out a way to undo it. Discoveries are made, arguments are had, and eventually reconciliation happens.

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Random stan twins

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i just met an actual wizard on the train and im grieving because i know i’ll never meet anyone that cool for the rest of my life

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found a rock in the kitchen and as I was about to throw it in the trash I thought "wait this is cruel I should let it outside" as if it was a living thing

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toby fox at it again with absolute cinema

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battered and bruised

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@dark-lord-of-awesomeness I LOVE your work I TRULY do but the amount of your stories which are contained within one half of a bracket is criminal

i hate it when people are writing a long ass thing and start a parenthetical aside and forget to close parentheses it makes me feel like i cant escape from the sentence

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i made Vanessa Stockard's cat Kevin in spore [2008]. please look at her paintings of this thing

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ok question tho

ive actually fucking tried to google this but i cant find an answer, all i get are fics

where does the whole “five times _____ and one time ____” fic title thing come from??

is it a reference to something? or is it just a fanfiction thing?

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Spin this wheel first and then this wheel second to generate the title of a YA fantasy novel!

(If the second wheel lands on an option ending with a plus sign, spin it again)

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