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I love you, I hate you, I missed you.

My partner showed me Gravity Falls lol

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You can literally make anything and anyone problematic if you try hard enough seriously give me people and things and I’ll make them all “problematic” right now.

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Have PTSD related to being a vet? Like Gravity Falls?

Hey, folks. So I am in the middle of writing out a portion of my Trust Falls AU where we get in to Shermie Pines. In my AU he is a Vietnam vet. He comes out of the war with injuries, a burn up his left arm and missing two fingers, as well as the omnipresent PTSD. I have PTSD, but I am hyper aware that my experiences were starkly different than that of a veteran.

If you have any experience with this, or have been intimately aware of someone close to you who suffers with this, I would love to hear about your experiences, specifically how they have effected loved ones and how they have informed your/their decisions with regard to themes around abandonment and family.

My Shermie came home with an anti-racist socially aware mindset. He is also anti-homophobia, and fiercely protective, sometimes {often} over protective. He is also a scientist, though not the same as Ford or Fiddleford. He has an ex-wife and two kids, all of whom he loves and is actively engaged with, though living apart.

I am currently working on his reactions to the paranormal and potentially finding himself at odds with some criminal elements. He is also trying to balance between charming folks into some funding and figuring out how to take on a daunting task.

I welcome any input folks may have, and I will be opening my asks for any clarifying that would be needed.

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New Chapter of We Got Here Together

Got a snippet of the upcoming chapter of my Trust Falls AU. Hope y'all enjoy. I know it's been a bit. Battling writers block, burnout and general life drama makes it harder.

“Where the Hell were you?!”

Stan was ripped from pleasant childhood memories to the present by the deep boom of his brother’s voice. He looked up to see Ford’s face red and his expression a mix of fury and terror. Ford rushed over to him and quickly inspected him for injuries. 

“Do you have any idea how worried I was? I thought the rift had pulled you in! I thought that I had– I couldn’t find– WHERE THE HELL DID YOU GO?!” Ford was clearly not sure if he was more angry or distraught. 

Oh, Stan thought. That was stupid of me. 

“Hey, no, I was just taking a walk to give you a chance to cool off. I am fine. See?” He gave a big grin and twirled around. “All accounted for. No need to freak out.” Ford’s eyes somehow got even bigger and he shoved his brother’s shoulders roughly.

“Never. Scare. Me. Like. That. Again!” Ford bellowed. Stan put his hands up placatingly, curling his shoulders in on himself in shame. 

“I didn’t mean to worry you, just… was trying to be nice. Won’t happen again.” Stan stared down at his shoes, nudging the ground with the toe of his boot. 

Ford’s mouth opened and closed a few times and then he groaned and threw his hands up. “See that you don’t!” and with that he stomped back to the safety of the camp, glancing over his shoulder now and then to make sure Stan was following. 

Ford sat tinkering with some of the tech as a way to occupy his hands. Stan sat a few feet away, giving him space, and going through the logs on the gauntlet. He glanced up at his brother. “So I saw some cool stuff, you wanna hear about it?” Ford looked over, expression still fierce. 

“Yes…!" Stan had to stifle a chuckle at the anger and curiosity battling in his brother’s voice. 

After explaining what the gauntlet was telling them and showing Ford the holograph of the scanned mushrooms, Stan asked Ford if he remembered the camping trip they took with their Ma and Pa. 

“Oh yea! I had that foraging book and you obtained that sample for me…” Ford looked off into the distance and smiled softly, his previous anger forgotten for the moment. 

“Well, Gauntlet says these were munchdooms, so if we go explore together, no samples for now. Unless the tent is hiding some microscopes and gas masks.” Ford snorted at the old joke and his shoulders finally relaxed.  

“I wonder if that device would classify capsaicin as ‘segura papa soncumir’” Ford thought aloud. Stan groaned. 

“PARA CONSUMIR, Ford. Not Papa. Papas are potatoes. And ‘consumir’ isn’t even that far off from ‘consume’, jeez.” Ford bristled, flushed and glared at his brother. 

“I –” his face got gradually redder, his eyebrows deeper. “Stanley, it’s not as if I ever had any need to learn a language like THAT.” Stan raised an eyebrow, mentally daring his brother to cross the line and say what he actually meant. Their parents had never been terribly open-minded when it came to people of other races. They were furious when Shermie had married a Mexican woman. 

“Like what, Ford?” 

“Like– Like–!” 

“Like your niece and nephew speak with their mother?” Ford’s eyes widened and his face went pale. He had the decency to look ashamed and glowered down at his six-fingered hands.  

“...I didn’t mean it like that.” 

“Glad to hear it.” Stan cleared his throat. He didn’t want to be giving Ford more reason to be upset. He just hated that aspect of Jersey.  “Anyway, if you want more lessons in how to entender Spanish, just ask. I’m happy to share whatever I know. Sorry you don’t have a better teacher, but you’re good at working with what you’ve got.” Stan patted his brother’s shoulder and stood up to head into the tent for the nutrition pills. 

“You hungry?” Stan called from inside the tent, grabbing two pills. 

As he stepped back out, Ford sighed deeply, staring off into the distance. “No, not really.” Stan raised an eyebrow and stepped into his brother’s line of vision, hand on one pushed out hip. 

He put on his squeakiest impression of their Ma. “Stanford Filbrick Pines, I slaved over this hot stove for hours to put this meal together, and you WILL eat every last bite, you hear me, young man? There are people who would kill to have the life you have, and the least you could do is be grateful!” Stan punctuated his speech by flipping his longer hair over his shoulder unnecessarily.

Ford laughed so hard he had to lean back and gestured to Stan to give him the pill. 

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Y'all, Y'ALL, my mom has just started watching Gravity Falls for the first time and is sending me live text updates of everything she's laughing at is shocked by and it is so fun and hilarious. She has been listening to me talk about this show for years and now, even though we can't watch it together, she's sharing this immense joy with me and I know the show so well I don't need to be there and and and

I am squealing, friends. Squealing.

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Also it's ego busting for Vi/Stan when it turns out the Thing That They Are Best For turns out to be something that in fact Jinx/Ford are pretty damn skilled at: fighting. Also long years of separation and reunion. Also they end up fighting on the same side. Also they get devastated by the young charges in their lives being at risk. Also they had fucked up parental figures that shaped how fucked up THEY were. Also their charges in their lives are little BADASSES due to their influence. Also if we don't reverse it Stan/Jinx are abandoned by their families. Also Stan/Jinx have skills and intelligence and creativity that no one in the family respects. Also Stan/Jinx unwittingly end up charming the community at large while still being grumpy pains in the ass and goofballs. Also Ford/Vi really think they Know Better and end up getting attached to horribly manipulative assholes focused on world domination after said assholes' parents died. Also said assholes almost kill the charges in their lives.

I too am normal about these shows ::slams fist ::

If you think about it, Vi and Jinx from arcane are kinda like Stanley and Stanford if their roles were reversed

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So as a BPD person currently writing Ford (hc NPD) and Stan (hc CPTSD and BPD) these perspectives are not just helpful, they are necessary. I have a ton of NPD folk in my family and amongst my friends. I also have other BPD folk and I barely know any neurotypicals. I know that media and the general narrative is that NPD equals evil but y'all, it's reductive.

More representation is important. BPD itself is often boiled down to Glen Close in Fatal Attraction. It's not like people don't have their bad moments or days or weeks or months but Jesus fuck there is more than just that.

Offering an NPD perspective on Ford Pines, because I feel the most common discussions surrounding his narcissistic traits tends to go in two ways — from what I’ve personally seen — and that’s defending him, and denying the mere possibility he may have NPD because it’s seen as a negative, or using NPD as a way to villainise him, and thus demonise NPD. Or, the alternative, this part of his character is completely overlooked.

That isn’t to say I haven’t seen some wonderful analyses on Ford and NPD, rather, I find it surprisingly lacking when his character might be some of the best representation of my own experience struggling with narcissism (alongside Bill).

I believe a lot of it stems from the misconception and stigma around NPD, and the fact Ford goes again common, typically incorrect, ideas, such as showing genuine care for other people, and accepting his failures and where he went wrong in the end, trying to repair his relationship with Stan, and realising that he doesn’t need to be recognised worldwide, as he’s found happiness with his family instead. All of these do not correlate with the media idea of a narcissist, but the fact is, narcissists are no different from any other disorder or mental health issue. We come in all different forms, and the idea we are inherently abusive or evil is such a widespread misconception that it becomes difficult getting help or support.

And that’s why I find Ford so important.

This alone, to me, describes in simple words how it feels to deal with NPD, and though you could argue Bill is projecting here, I think the point is they’re so similar, the lines blur. Both struggle with this same mentality, but Ford is able to reach out, and accept help, and Bill lets himself sink deeper and deeper into his own lies. Also, I’d argue it isn’t Bill projecting, because we sees evidence of this behaviour in Ford in the show and the journal.

He’s someone who believes himself destined for greatness, and won’t accept the bare minimum, such as when Fiddleford suggests he publish his research as is — No, he can’t have that. He has to be the one to uncover this grand theory. He has to have his name cemented amongst the greats. He believes himself to be special, different and more capable than other people, and yet he longs for the company of others all the same. He lives off of validation and praise, and strives for it, his own ego clashing against his lack of self-worth. Bill’s manipulations work on him because Ford eats up this sort of validation — it’s like one big high. It’s confirmation he is special. He is meant for greater things. He was right.

Ford notably struggles with empathy, which is likely both related to his autism, and also his narcissism. Other people simply don’t make sense to him. It takes effort for him to be able to understand people where they’re at, and he is willing to put in that effort notably, taking note of Fiddleford’s habits for example.

He also does struggle with manipulation and being deeply self-centred. A great example being Dipper’s apprenticeship. Ford is very subtly manipulating the situation here, and he doesn’t even notice, which is, in my own experience, common with NPD. He’s also unable to see Dipper and Mabel as, well, Dipper and Mabel, rather putting his own issues with Stan onto them, especially Dipper. He sees Dipper as a younger version of himself, and is trying to point him in that direction, never thinking whether it’s actually right for Dipper, or whether it’s for himself.

I could probably go on, like how he tends to have a black and white view of people, with his opinions on them easily flicking between extremes as a method of coping, or how he panics at the idea of his life’s work being destroyed, despite knowing the dangers.

Whether you agree he has NPD or not, Ford definitely has a lot of narcissistic traits, and yet, despite that, despite every mistake he’s made, everyone he’s pushed away, he gets a second chance. He gets to be loved and understood. He finds happiness. He gets to recover.

It’s very rare that characters with so many narcissistic traits get endings like that!

Ford is not a bad person because he’s a narcissist, he’s just a person, one who’s fucked up, and who’s still learning, and still healing, and that’s why he works. That’s why he’s such a comfort.

On a final note, If you are someone who’s going to argue vehemently against this idea, I kindly ask you simply scroll by!

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I have named my AU! Trust Falls AU, official name!

Okay so I don't know if anyone's going to see this at all but I have an idea for a Gravity Falls au that I have not named yet. In this, both brothers fall into the portal. The portal is discovered by Fiddleford, and he ends up partnering with Shermie, And then both men bring their respective families to Gravity Falls. In the AU, Emma May is an aerospace engineering professor, Shermie is a biology chemistry double major, and while none of them understand quantum mechanics, they are quick studies. Even so, until they find the other two journals, they don't complete the portal. Because of the presence of their children (Shermie has a boy and girl, and then there's Tate), they manage to find the journals after about 10 years.

The focus of this fic is on opening communication and team work. The time the twins spend in the multiverse is intense, but they learn to depend on one another. Some of it is a hurt/comfort, there's some blood and gore, heavy themes, at least so far. I am about 20,000 words in, and I'm pretty sure this is gonna exceed 100,000 words.

The focus of the story from the side of Fidds and the gang is on the newly built blended family dynamics, themes of mental health, coming to terms with different LGBT alliances, the fall out of PTSD for vets of Vietnam, and working through grief.

The multiverse travel has a lot of the brothers surprising one another and one teaching the other about different complimentary traits. It's got some survival, some angst, but also bonding that I haven't seen enough of in some of my favorite fics.

This idea has been swimming around my head for a few months and I spent two hours on JUST the outline. (The outline itself is some 8000 words 😵‍💫) I feel good about it so far, but I wanted to gauge if there would even be any interest if I put it on AO3.

Thoughts?

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I love this artist's version of Shermie. It's helped inspire so much of the outline of his personality in my fic, though there's some obvious differences, like his injury. Still, this is precisely how I envision him as an older man

Wow 2 sherm doodles within the week. Anyway I remembered that I did make Sherm a surfer in his youth and he does keep up with it in his older years now. Helps him stay fit.

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Can't stop thinking about during Weirdmageddon:

Stan with his brass knuckles and a barbed wire covered baseball bat looking around for survivors and seeing a scared and crying Pacifica. She's panicked and covered in dirt and possibly blood, trying to shelter in some debris.

He stands tall and walks as if it's a normal day, knowing the weird things should be more afraid of him than he is of them. He hears her gasping pants in her panic, walks over and calls out. "Hey, somebody there?" She claps a hand over her mouth and tries to be even smaller. The only thing he can see is a tiny amount of blonde hair. "If you need help, I can," he offers.

He approaches slowly and she sees his fez. She immediately yelps and jumps out, trying to get to her feet, disregarding grace. He sees who it is, "You're the Northwest kid, right?" She runs over to him and stops short of hugging him. She doesn't really know him, but she knows that Dipper and Mabel trusted him. She decides she will too. "Yea, that's me." She isn't sure what else to say. He gives her a small smile. "Where's your folks?" Her eyes dart around and then she stares at the ground. She knows. She doesn't want to say. He reaches out a hand for her to hold, his other hand leaning the bat against that shoulder. "c'mon, kiddo. Let's get you to the Shack."

She takes his hand and walks with him. At some point she asks "Are Mabel and Dipper there?" Stan gets stiff and his jaw sets. He doesn't say anything for a few beats. "Not yet. Not... Sure where they were when everything went..." She gets it. She is thinking of her father's face, when Bill rearranged it. She's thinking of their surroundings. She's thinking about how much worse it's gonna get. She's hoping the young twins have a plan. If anyone is gonna have a plan, it must be them, right?

"Did you get hurt? Have any injuries?" he asks. She just shakes her head. A scraped knee and elbow is nothing compared to what others have. They finally get to the Shack and there are others, the old crazy man, one of the Sheriff's, some of the other townsfolk, a few mythical creatures. Stan announces her arrival and offers her some food and water. Others look like they are nursing injuries and are equally miserable. Everyone here has lost people. The old crazy man eventually sits next to her and puts a hand on her shoulder. For the first time in a long time Pacifica knows she doesn't have to put on any fake air.

Stan turns away so no one can see his tears. He can't find his kids. He doesn't know how to. He picks his bat back up and heads to the door. He will find every kid he possibly can. He has to.

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Chapters: 5/? Fandom: Gravity Falls Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con Relationships: Fiddleford H. McGucket/Ford Pines, Emma-May Dixon/Fiddleford H. McGucket Characters: Ford Pines, Stan Pines, Fiddleford H. McGucket, Tate McGucket, Emma-May Dixon, Sherman "Shermie" Pines, Bill Cipher, Shmebulock Senior Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Mullet Stan Pines, Psychological Torture, Psychological Trauma, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Ford Pines is a Good Brother, Ford Pines is Trying, Protective Stan Pines, Fiddleford is a family man, Shermie Pines is a Vietnam vet, Brotherly Love, Not Cest of any kind, Bill Cipher is a Jerk, Mentions of Rape, mentions of abuse, mentions of drug use Summary:

“You ruined your own life!” he kicked Stanley in the chest, pulling the journal from his grip. In the process, he had shoved Stanley into a red hot panel, and he could see agony on his twin’s face, smell the stink of burned flesh, and suddenly the whole world went black, in a frozen moment, it was just his brother screaming, and nothing else. NO! Not again! Time started again and before he could even pay attention to the consequences, he had flung his Journal away, and was grabbing Stan’s shoulders. “NO! STANLEY I’M SO SORRY, PLEASE FORGIVE ME!”

Stan’s body was swimming with adrenaline and he was rearing back his fist to try and put it through his brother’s skull. Before his fist could make contact his brother wailed, “I NEVER SHOULD HAVE LET DAD KICK YOU OUT! I AM A MONSTER!”

That got Stan’s attention

 This is something I have had rattling around in my brain for a few months now. It's gonna be long. Enjoy.

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Tell me about your planet

Hey, y'all, how goes? This is a snippet from my AU (still unnamed) were both Pines brothers fall into the portal. I was watching nature videos and got inspired. This is a very short chapter, from around the 3rd quarter of the story. Shouldn't give spoilers, I don't think. Let me know what you think.

“Tell me about your planet… I have never been anywhere but here. What is it like? Is it beautiful? Is it a wasteland?” Mila asked the brothers, her cigarette-like herbal paper wrap dangling from her respiration flaps. 

This was the first time in many years that anyone had asked about their home. Those familiar with Earth usually were not from their dimension, didn’t think too much of it. Those unfamiliar had heard stories of the idiocy of its inhabitants with regard to things like nuclear war and environmental damage. It wasn’t the only planet that was the victim of greed, but it was really all people knew about their home, usually. 

Ford could tell this was a question borne of genuine curiosity and was struggling with how to respond, debating where to start. 

Before he could, Stanley said, “My brother here, he’s got a compulsion to know. To understand. To learn everything possible. I used to joke, when we were children, that he would make his head pop if he wasn’t careful. On our planet, just like others, one of the highest accolades one can get for their intellect, is to get a PhD, to become a doctor. You can become a doctor of many subjects. In general, it takes most people around a decade– that means ten years– to accomplish one PhD. My brother has 12 PhDs.”

Stanley took a drag from his not-cigarette. He smiled at the young native. “With all of that intellect, all of that collected knowledge, my brother has not BEEN to every place on our planet. He hasn’t seen the dunes of the Sahara, a massive desert on the opposite side of the planet than where we lived. He hasn’t ever witnessed a continent made almost completely of frozen water. There are places with rocks that are pillars, yet hexagonal. There are oceans and lakes and rivers that range in color from black to blue to red. There are creatures on our planet that haven’t even yet been discovered by scientists, like my brother. People that spend their ENTIRE lives in the pursuit of discovery, and never complete their work. There are indeed wastelands, but even they have their own beauty. The majority of our world is green and lush, where there is land, and wide and blue, where there is ocean. The majority of the planet is ocean. People, mostly, live on land. There are places where they have birds– they are a form of avian, like your Makachu– that walk as tall as a humanoid. There are creatures that weigh as much as your house and yet only eat the tiniest microbes. There are hives of insects that have a form of agriculture where they harvest greens to feed to small fungal colonies in order to later eat those fungal colonies. Some places have trees so big that we tunnel into the trees, just to drive automobiles through, and the trees still thrive! There are whales, like your fish but massive, and they breathe air instead of water, so big that you could walk through their organs while standing up. There are bioluminescent krill that make the shore of the ocean glow at night. There is a place where lightning strikes over 1000 times in 365 days– that’s how long our year is on our planet. It’s dangerous, so dangerous that even accidentally breathing water into your nose, even if you manage not to drown, can leave amoebas in your brain and kill you. And yet, there seems to be a plant or an herb for almost every ailment that you can get. I have seen people survive venoms because a doctor had already synthesized an anti-venom by using the original venom. There’s a type of fish that, with a single drop of its venom, can kill an animal the size of your house. And none of that is the amazing achievements of human engineering, some of which are awe-inspiring… some of which are terrible. Human’s, Mila, are the most dangerous creatures on our planet. I’m sure you’ve heard the stories of our pollution or nuclear wars….” Stanley cleared his throat and sat straighter. “For as dangerous as each thing can be, it is without a doubt the most beautiful place I have ever seen, and we’ve been traveling the multiverse for 7 years now.” Stan finally turned to the other two and smiled, genuinely, and with a fond expression. He sighed deeply and looked up at the gray sunset before them. 

Both Ford and Mila looked at Stanley in awe. 

“I couldn’t tell you about our planet if I spent a lifetime on it. But I can tell you that I think about it every single day.” 

Mila chittered affectionately. “It sounds pretty amazing. I have a few questions, if you don’t mind.”

“Of course,” Ford responded automatically, still staring into nothingness.

“What is an ocean?” she asked innocently. Both brothers laughed. She bristled a bit. “What?” 

Ford turned fully toward the young native. “All this sand, the beautiful dunes that surround us?” 

“Yes?”

“Imagine that the sand was all water. Water so deep that it went for kilometers down, so deep that the pressure from the weight of it all would crush you, the further down you went. Imagine that it was so massive, so deep, that the largest creature on your planet could not just call it home, but have so much room to move that for hundreds of thousands of years, that creature was thought to be a myth, for how few of your people had seen it. Imagine water so deep that the equipment you had to attempt to just find out how deep it went would not survive the journey.” Mila’s eye stalks glowed, her species equivalent to whistling. 

“Sounds terrifying.” 

Stan chuckled. “The sailors– that would be people who use vehicles to traverse the ocean– call the ocean and its chaos a cruel mistress. It’s a phrase that implies that she, the ocean, is both a giver and taker of life.”

“On our planet, every life’s evolutionary cycle began in the ocean,” Ford added. “In fact, most life on earth is STILL in the ocean. When life on our planet began, the entire place was covered in water. Imagine that– a place with no land anywhere.” 

Mila snuffed out her herbal stick and stood from her perch. “I would love to hear more about your Earth. It sounds like children’s stories.” She chittered affectionately and turned to walk away. “Hopefully I see you two again. I’ll be back here tomorrow, same time if you’re still around.” 

Once she was out of earshot, Ford turned to Stan and smiled fondly. He switched back to English. “That was the most beautiful description of anything I think I have ever heard from you!” 

Stan smiled, bowing his head. “S’ true. I think ‘bout home every day. Don’t get many chances to talk about it.”

“How do you know so much about the geography of home?” Ford teased. “Awfully nerdy of you.”

Stan scoffed. “I can pick up a BOOK, Sixer.” He waved off his brother. “Used to …well, the library was always free, and if it was cold… ya know. ‘Course they would frown upon loiterin’, so…” Stan cleared his throat. “Truth is, the reason I decided to take a buddy up on a few jobs in South America was… The travel books, them pictures. Moses, Ford… the beauty on those pages… Black and white or not, it was entrancing. It was the real treasure I went for.... And it couldn’t be taken from me.” 

“Every time,” Ford said.

“Huh?”

“Every time I think I know all there is to know about you, I am proven so very wrong.” 

Stan smirked. “Maybe one day you will.” 

“Well it looks like you’ll get a chance to talk about it with Mila, at least. She seems like a kind person.”

“Kid’s got a good heart, or…ya know, whatever drives her species' blood circulation.” The scanner on Stan’s wrist began to give a familiar hum. “Damn… Looks like I won’t get that chance. New rift incoming about one klick from here, let’s get there as quick as we can.” The brothers stood and shuffled quickly in the direction the scanner indicated. 

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Okay so I don't know if anyone's going to see this at all but I have an idea for a Gravity Falls au that I have not named yet. In this, both brothers fall into the portal. The portal is discovered by Fiddleford, and he ends up partnering with Shermie, And then both men bring their respective families to Gravity Falls. In the AU, Emma May is an aerospace engineering professor, Shermie is a biology chemistry double major, and while none of them understand quantum mechanics, they are quick studies. Even so, until they find the other two journals, they don't complete the portal. Because of the presence of their children (Shermie has a boy and girl, and then there's Tate), they manage to find the journals after about 10 years.

The focus of this fic is on opening communication and team work. The time the twins spend in the multiverse is intense, but they learn to depend on one another. Some of it is a hurt/comfort, there's some blood and gore, heavy themes, at least so far. I am about 20,000 words in, and I'm pretty sure this is gonna exceed 100,000 words.

The focus of the story from the side of Fidds and the gang is on the newly built blended family dynamics, themes of mental health, coming to terms with different LGBT alliances, the fall out of PTSD for vets of Vietnam, and working through grief.

The multiverse travel has a lot of the brothers surprising one another and one teaching the other about different complimentary traits. It's got some survival, some angst, but also bonding that I haven't seen enough of in some of my favorite fics.

This idea has been swimming around my head for a few months and I spent two hours on JUST the outline. (The outline itself is some 8000 words 😵‍💫) I feel good about it so far, but I wanted to gauge if there would even be any interest if I put it on AO3.

Thoughts?