#and soos

[garlicbread-mybeloved]

So. I saw @babyblankyerror 's post about Stan dying and being reborn in another Stan's body. And I thought of the potential this idea has. Like, Gravity Falls has countless AUs, Stan could have ended up in any of them! So, I decided to write a little something for the soul. Hope you enjoy :P

TW: main character death, passive/mentioned suicide ideation

Stan is prepared to die. He isn't happy about it, not like he would have been a few months ago, but prepared. The portal is dangerous, Stan is old, and those two factors don't really leave him with the best chances of survival. And that's okay. As long as Ford and the kids aren't hurt, everything would be fine.

His back hurts like Hell, though, and he can't feel his legs, which... Probably isn't good, but Stan can't bring himself to care because Ford is back. Through a slowly spreading haze, Stan can see the man approaching rapidly, six-fingered hand hurriedly pulling the hood off his head. The mask slides down his face next, and Stan can finally see Ford in all his sci-fi glory.

It's weird, seeing a face so similar to his contorted into such a desperate frown, while feeling the corners of his own lips pull up in a tired smile. A cascade of footsteps sounds from somewhere to his left, two skittish sets followed by a heavier, sturdier frame. Ford whips his head towards the noise, cracked lens of his glasses glistening in the dimming light of the portal. Stan tries to speak but can only manage a pathetically quiet wheeze.

"Grunkle Stan!" The voice is muffled, but distinctly panicked. It sounds shrill. Mabel? Maybe Dipper if he's scared enough? Stan's attempted laugh turns into a cough so strong that it feels like his ribs are cracking with the force of it. The metallic taste of blood fills his mouth and latches to his very much fake teeth. Ouch. That can't be good.

"Mister Pines?" Stan starts to turn his head towards Soos's trembling voice, but six stern fingers pull his face back to stare into the terrified eyes of Stanford Pines.

"Stanley? You have to stay awake, alright? Please, you have to stay awake." Ford's gaze trails lower, down to Stan's numb legs, and he doesn't manage to swallow a stuttering gasp. "Just- Just listen to my voice, okay? I need some time, please."

And Stan tries. He really does, but he's just so tired. His vision is blurry, even blurrier than it was before he finally gave up and bought himself a flimsy pair of glasses. His hearing isn't any better, getting fuzzier by the second despite his hearing aid. His brother's – Moses, his brother is finally back – voice feels far away, as if muted by a thick layer of cotton. But there's something else too.

"Grunkle Stan?" It's pretty obvious that it's Dipper this time, tone uneven with stress and puberty. He sounds scared, helpless, and... Guilty. Stan knows what that sounds like just as well as he knows that Dipper has no reason to feel that way. He's just a kid, scared of an unknown, gravitational-anomaly creating device under the house he was living in. Rightfully so, Stan might add. He can't be mad at Dipper for doing what he thought was right, now can he? Well, as tired as he is, the least he can do is tell the kid his last ever truth.

"C-c'mon now, ya gremlins. 'S nothin' worth cryin' about." His voice came out small and raspy, and it earns a stiffled whine from Ford. Maybe not just Ford. Stan can't really tell anymore. "You- you should meet the author 'f th' journals. Ya been excited 'bout it. He's my brother, y'know." Another coughing fit rattles his entire body, sharp pain flaring up in his side.

"Stanley?" Ford's hand touches his chin, six fingernails digging into the skin with a desperate urgency.

"Mister Pines?!" Soos's voices crackles, as if coming through a faulty radio.

"Grunkle Stan!" Mabel's panicked face appears above him, blurring rapidly even through his newly cracked glasses.

"Grunkle Stan!" Dipper's hand finds his, and try as he might, Stan doesn't quite manage to squeeze back. The poor kid sounds and looks like he's on the verge of a breakdown. He's shouldn't look like that. At least not for someone like Stan.

"S'okay. Don' cry. Ford'll take good care o' ya." His breath feels shallow, and the world feels too far away. Everything hurts. Everything's numb. He's so tired. "'M sorry I didn' do better."

He let's his eyes close. He's okay with this. He deserves this.

Time to put an actual body in his grave, huh?

***

He's... Somewhere.

Or maybe nowhere.

He doesn't know.

He doesn't care.

Something is here.

Or maybe someone.

It calls itself the Axolotl.

It's saying something.

He doesn't know what.

He doesn't care.

He closes his eyes and plunges into the unknown.

***

He didn't expect to ever open his eyes again, and yet here he is, staring wearily at the blazing Sun above him. His head hurts. So does pretty much everything else. He's still utterly exhausted, limbs heavy with the weight of probably recent events.

Where is he, anyway? It seems terribly familiar-

"Lee? Lee, are you okay?" Woah, he hadn't heard that voice in decades. Little Ford's face swims into the view, blurry, but clearly concerned.

"Mmm," Stan hums noncommittally. His voice sounds squeakier than he remembers it being even at this age. That's weird.

"C'mon, you gotta get up," Ford huffs, hauling Stan into a sitting position. His face is red with sunburn, and judging by the ache in his cheeks, Stan's isn't any better. "Ma's gonna be so mad that you got into a fight again."

"At this point, it's kinda her fault if she wasn't expecting it," Stan snorts, stray hair tickling the junction between his shoulder and his neck. His hair wasn't that long at this age, was it? He couldn't quite remember anymore. "And at least Pa will approve."

"No matter how many times you say it, he really won't. He always says that girls shouldn't fight, you know." Ford doesn't seem to notice Stan's puzzled look, choosing to stare intently at his palms instead. He looks strangely ashamed, with his hands laid against the thick fabric of his jeans.

"What does that gotta do with anything?"

"Well, Pa's definitely not gonna be happy with you fighting someone for me again. He says that I should stop being such a sissy and that you should stop enabling it." Just as Stan is about to protest, Ford looks up at him with a smallest grin on his lips. "And Ma's pretty tired of patching up your skirt. I'm actually pretty sure it's more patch than skirt at this point."

His... His what now? Stan's eyes trail down to his legs, which are, in fact, covered by a white skirt with what looks like jeans peeking out from under it. Long curls spill over his shoulders, bouncing lightly at the disturbance. The wheeze he lets out sounds shrill.

Oh.

That can't be good.

***

And that's it! As a little note, Lee's name is supposed to be spelled Li since it's actually a Hebrew name, but the nurse wrote it down as Lee, and neither Caryn nor Filbrick bothered to correct it.

[shrumboooooooooooooooooooooooooo]

played a stan twins dating sim and made thiis

[anrisimps]

LeeRok Rofan Au

Krs was reborn as Cale Henituse's twin brother. He regained his memories when he was 12 yrs old and realized that he was in a novel. His brother was supposed to marry the commoner Alpha at the behest of the king. Cale obviously hated the idea and ran away from home. It then fell onto the Duke to send someone else from their household to marry lsh

Krs was glad that he regained his memories years before the canon events began. His brother didn't need to run away from home now for krs would gladly take his place. Lsh was his ideal man after all

Krs held the letter with trembling fingers. To think lsh had finally replied. His brother had made so much fun of him because of this. Cale thought it was very weird and out of character for Roksu to  fall in love with a man he had never met before, and write letters to said man without expecting anything back. Cale truly did not know what went around in his brother's head anymore. 

Roksu henituse was one of the most popular omega in the entire kingdom- other kingdoms even- and turned heads wherever he went. He hated socializing but had everyone eating out of his hands in mere minutes of meeting them. That was why it was extremely weird for this cold omega, the icy beauty of their kingdom, to approach an alpha first- a commoner to boot. Even the crown prince was pushed aside in favor of that man. Cale was extremely curious to meet this alpha who had stolen his brother's heart without meeting him even once.  

Krs felt like his heart would jump out of his throat as he opened the letter. Lsh had replied, his alpha had replied. The man had responded after one year of constantly sending letters, each one ending with the same thing over and over again-You don't have to reply- because it was krs who suddenly approached the man. The alpha had all the reasons to ignore him, even if his current pen pal was the son of the Duke Henituse, quite possibly the richest family in the continent. 

Krs knew the type of man lsh was. He had read so much about him after all. He was going to approach the man at the new year's ball if he hadn't replied but to think he actually did?!

"Dear Roksu Henituse,

Young master-nim, unlike the weather at the capital you spoke of, it's snowing here-

.

.

.

-Commander Lee Soo Hyuk"

Krs read the letter at least a hundred times after that, as if he wanted to burn each and every word into his memory pretending like he hadn't memorized the letter the first time he read it. There wasn't anything special, the alpha spoke of inane things like he had. He told him about his day, what he ate for lunch, what monsters he fought and how he loved the pens that Rok Soo gifted him. The omega felt something pleasant unfurling inside him at the remark.

 If Cale saw him at the moment he would've screeched that someone had possessed his brother because the omega never blushed. Well, he wasn't blushing right now either but the warm, fond look in his eyes and the barely hidden joy, which was miles away from his usual expressionless face- was as good as flushing and skipping about with barely restrained joy. 

Rok Soo read the letter once again and decided that he needed to snag his alpha soon. His one year worth of efforts bore fruit and he was ready to proceed to the next step- seduce his alpha. 

He wasn't narcissistic like his brother but it was hard to deny his beauty when he stood in front of the mirror. This body was  much more beautiful than his previous scar ridden body. His alpha didn't stand a chance. He looked forward to seeing the man at the new year's ball. 

Soon you shall be mine, alpha

Omake-

Og!Cale : You don't need to marry him.

Krs : But I will.

Og!Cale : No one is forcing you-

Krs: He is my husband. Mind your own business.

Og!Cale : .......

[the-solar-systym]

i really gotta stop rewatching shows

i hate being an easily splitting system because WHY IS THE ENTIRE PINES FAMILY HERE

[mushiver]

I know what you're all definitely thinking. What if everyone from Gravity Falls was a chair. Well, I was bored enough at 3am to think about that too

Edit: part 2

[chainymail]

wine drunkkk. lords and ladies I don’t think it counts against my vow of chastity if I fuck my squire like it’s not even a big deal

[collabwithmyself]

Based on a conversation some of my friends had about Dipper and Mabel becoming warriors kids- I can't take credit for the idea or dialogue, but it WAS fun bringing it to life.

[kaiotisk]

father how i've longed to see you!

[everythingwasnormalhere]

pls rb if you think cuddling doesn't have to be s3xual

im tryna prove a point to my bf's mother help me out

[wormspoodle]

compiled some things

[corndog-patrol]

twin problems

[illusioncanthurtme--art]

HERE IT IS ALL FINISHED!!! AHHHH!!!!!

THE FAMBILY...💖

I've been planning this illustration for over a month now - in April, I had the patreon folks vote on a theme for a big gravity falls print, and camping was the winner. Even just planning the general composition took a while, figuring out where I wanted all the characters to be. Once I shored up a good thumbnail, I made it tighter twice before putting it on paper, and working in pencil. The pencil drawing part took me four sit down sessions of drawing, and then coloring the scan took another couple of days. I worked SO DANG HARD to finish this monster before mc3, and by some miracle, I did.

Overall, I'm really happy with how this illustration turned out! I feel like it does a good job of expressing my love for the show. I'm really glad people were enthusiastic about it at the convention - I had a lot stop and look at it with these really awestruck, sad wet goo goo eyes expressions LOL! They did this: 🥺 with an actual human face dskjhlsdfkjh!!

Here's a link to my bigcartel store, where you can get one! Also, info to keep in mind: members of my $5 patreon tier get 15% discount on their orders when they use a special code.

Also, side note: thank you to my expert names and wordplay consultant for giving me the name "nitelite moth." YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE :)

Under the cut: Uncolored pencil version, and sketches.

[unsung-idiot]

some quick drawings of little Soos I made a while ago

[pillowfriendly]

i love this website i just feel at home here you know

[thecoolestcowboy]

i like ford because he is strange and off putting