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Ask my muse anything you want on anon!

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send me “💋✋” for my muse’s reaction to having their hand kissed by your muse.

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A komodo dragon with wings. Basically a smaller but equally terrifying dragon.

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Character Design - HideBehind! Based on the HideBehind from GravityFalls! (request on twitter)

@disneyanimation @gravityfalls

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I am so incredibly happy to say I was apart of @gfwayfaringstrangerszine here is my piece of portal ford discovering the infinity sided die! 

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Reblog to throw your muse in the trash

where they belong

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" grunkle ford ! grunkle stan let us say bad words ! "

❝  That’s it. 

Someone needs to put a stop to this. It’s one thing for him to be irresponsible, but it’s another to let it influence the manners of you kids.   ❞

WHY IS HE TAKING OUT HIS RAY GUN OH MY GOD NO DON’T HEAD TOWARDS THE LIVING ROOM WHERE STAN IS

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((someone pls tell me to take a hecking nap))

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If anything, his response isn’t as surprised as it is completely nonchalant. 

❝   Fuck, indeed.   ❞

“Ford if I die from this put fuck on my tombstone.”

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After a good several years of back and forth, Ford had found himself at a loss. He'd already managed to uncover the ups and downs of interdimensional travel —— an art that, as it so happened, definitely had more cons than pros. He'd fought more monsters and cryptids in his time in the multiverse than he'd ever even gotten the pleasure of laying eyes on back in Gravity Falls. Over the course of the first month or so that he had been there, the realization of what he had to do to survive had cost him much; his reputation, a consistent place to stay... the most it had earned him was wanted posters in several different dimensions, and a fear in his heart that kept him moving to the next.

He'd encountered many fascinating creatures. And the one that stood before him was no exception. At this point, it didn't surprise him too much that she'd knew his name. Hopefully not in infamy as... most seemed to.

❝  Who are you?  ❞

Glancing absentmindedly at his surroundings, he couldn't help but to let some of his child-like wonder seep through.

❝  And what is this place?  ❞

Two things that, though he had been the one actively seeking her out, he didn't know a sure answer to. He'd heard that there was someone at this location who might have answers; and with how he'd been walking around not knowing which way was up, he'd be damned if he didn't at least try to seek out this person. No matter the consequences that it brought out.

He would’ve hesitated to admit it  —— especially to such high power  —— but he was DESPERATE .

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☆彡The pastel rainbow haired female folded her hands over the folds of her dress as she looked at the man before her. He had been travelling for quite some time and her home stood directly behind her as she looked upon him. This wasn’t the first time she had seen the other, but it was however his first time seeing her. She had been keeping an eye on this man for quite sometime. 

After all, she knew things many did not. Saw things many wished they could and possibly change; but she saw no reason to change the course of the path unless she was required to. Her eyes regarded the man before her carefully but curiously as she tilted her head a bit.

“…Stanford Pines… It’s a pleasure to finally make your acquaintance.”

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Reblog if your muse has frequent nightmares

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I’ve finally found it, 

         a place where I’m wanted.

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gravity falls + vines.mp4

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❛  If you’re a side character, you get eaten in the first 5 minutes of the movie.

                             DUDE, AM I A SIDE CHARACTER?     ❜

{      LIT. INDIE. SEMI - SELECTIVE SOOS RAMIREZ FROM GRAVITY FALLS. BROUGHT TO LIFE BY BOOM.     } 

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some things nver change…………………………………………………………..

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Ford would've been making his headstrong way down into the basement without another word if it hadn't been for the rate at which his legs were threatening to give way beneath him. He'd quickly stumbled over to a nearby seat —— a chair that had been used earlier that day for someone to stand on to reach a higher shelf —— hoping that Stan hadn't noticed the fact that he'd practically fell into it. Despite his current state, his words were spoken very sternly.

 ❝  Alright. 

But save your offhanded comments for later. I swear to Tesla, if you say one word in regards to  ——    ❞

Way to make it seem like you're hiding something, without making it clear what.

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“I’ve also got some stuff in the closet nearby. Ya think I haven’t stitched up people before?” Well mostly himself, but that’s besides the point. “It sure is a hell of a lot closer to here then goin’ down a few flights of stairs and waitin’ in that god awful elevator.” Stan moved closer so that he could put a hand on Ford’s elbow, the one that wasn’t leaning against the vending machine like it was the only thing that was holding him up.

It probably was, honestly.

“Ya really want the kids ta walk in on you faintin’ in front of the vendin’ machine? An’ I don’t really like cleanin’ up blood from the floors if I can help it.” Stan huffed, trying to sound annoyed but all that came out was a slight tinge of worry.

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“You look really pale. Sit down. I don’t need you fainting before I get this stitched-up.”

Albeit looking downright ghastly, this did not seem to put a halt to his stubborn attitude. Unfortunately, the lighter-toned sweater that Mabel had made for him didn’t hide blood stains well ——certainly not with the way he’d carried himself through the front door of the shack, stumbling this way and that, hoping that he wouldn’t run into either of the twins. As it so happened, running into Stan had panned out much worse.

While he would’ve normally appreciated the sentiment, a blotch of crimson was expanding up the side of his sweater starting near his hip, and that was not skin that he was interested in showing off —— not with the lacerations and tattoos that littered it, two things that he definitely didn’t want his brother to see ; for the purposes of there being pity, teasing, or otherwise.

He’d really backed himself into a corner this time.

   ❝    I can take care of it.    ❞    He’s ticking down the moments before he faints at this point. It isn’t exactly sitting down, but he did rest one of his hands against the vending machine in some attempt to support his weight. He’s pretty close to laying himself against it.   ❝    I have the necessary supplies in my study.    ❞