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Who Are You?

A/N: I was stumped with what to do for the prompt Identity until I suddenly found the inspiration to write this fic that depicts an au of mine called Lost and Gained. Which includes ocs of mine such those from OBWHF and new ones for the Pines family such as Andrea Pereira, wife of Stan and mother of James, Jessie and additional kid Leroy. Lucina Evergreen, wife of Ford and Fiddleford and mother of Tate and Shiloh and later Shauna and Shannon. But enjoy what I wrote here for @stanuary

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“Who are you?” A young boy Stan asked his reflection in the bathroom mirror, flashing a bright grin on his face after finishing brushing his teeth. “I’m Stanley Pines! King of New Jersey! This guy is gonna go sailing one day with his brother!” He pointed at himself with bright confidence and pride. “And Andy if she wants to…” Stan muttered under his breath with his cheeks blushing.

“Stanley, are you done in there?” asked Ford after knocking on the closed door.

“Coming out!”

A teenage Stan saw himself in the bathroom mirror while grooming his hair and fixing up his pink suit in preparation for prom he’ll attend with his brother, and their respective dates. Stan smugly grinned at his image. “Who are you? Stan freaking Pines! This guy’s gonna take his best gal to the prom. And then we’re going to see a show after. Hell yeah. Tch. Tch.” Stan finger gunned back at his reflection before the sound of knocking was heard on the other side of the door. “Alright, alright. Yeesh.”

“Who are you?” Stan nervously asked his reflection inside the bathroom mirror at home. “Stan Pines… who's going to be a dad, while still in high school. You really did it now, Stan.” He smiled a little after taking time to compose himself. “At least Andy still loves you, you still love her, and her parents and brother don’t hate you after we told them. I’m gonna take responsibility. But I can’t tell my family… they’ll be less than thrilled. Except Sixer, I can trust him with anything.” Stan took a deep breath and left the bathroom.

Stan rubbed his tired, puffy red eyes in front of the Pereira family’s bathroom mirror to clean himself up. “Who are you?” Stan paused and choked up tears. “The knucklehead who ruined his brother’s science fair project, costing him that chance to get into the stupid college he wanted to be in, and got kicked out by Pops because of it.” He sniffled and wiped his runny nose. “Fuck… I can’t do anything right.”

“It’s going to be okay, Stan…” Andy said on the other side of the door. “I – we’re here for you.”

“I – thank you, lass.”

“Who are you?” Stan adjusted the striped tie of his cleaned shirt in front of the bathroom mirror of his, his wife and children’s apartment they’re renting in Florida. “Stan Pines. A husband, father of three gremlins, comic book writer and artist. Not too bad, I admit. Can do better. One day. Andy got her marine biology degree, and she’s hoping to find a job. Knowing Florida, it’ll be easy as pumpkin pie!”

“Dad! Dad! Dad!” cried out the three kids James, Jessie and Leroy approaching the bathroom door.

“You got a postcard!”

“Alright, I’ll come read it. Be right out.”

“Who are you?” Stan asked his reflection in the bathroom mirror of his brother Ford’s home. Behind Stan, his wife Andrea or Andy as most called her, stood behind him to treat the burn mark on the back of his right shoulder he sustained from physically fighting his brother before he ended up through the portal. The burn stung his back something fierce when Andy began to apply the ointment against his skin.

“You’re the guy who’s going to get his brother back.” Andy answered for Stan, doing her best to keep her emotions under control. “I still can’t believe what happened. His wife disappeared. His husband up and left. His sons were left in another person’s care… we have to do something.”

“We will. I think we can handle two more kids under our care. Tate and Shiloh need their family right now more than anything.” Stan gently touched his wife’s hand behind him. “And I know I’ll need your help.” Andy gingerly kissed his cheek.

“With you every step of the way, Stan.”

“Who are you?” Stan asked his image in the mirror of his and Andy’s bedroom now that they’ve taken ownership of the house that once belonged to Ford. “Stan Pines, owner of the Mystery Shack! People around here sure love a good tourist trap, let me tell you handsome devil. And with Andy working as a Lake Ranger at the lake, perfect for discounts for fishing supplies. The kids seem to love this town. Tate and Shiloh need time… but I’ll do my best as their uncle to get them through this. At least their other dad Fiddleford will be around once he’s mentally well enough to be involved with his kids again.” Stan pinched the bridge of his nose. “It’s been a long year since then. I hope I can make this all work. I hope I can get my brother back as soon as possible. Ugh, enough of me rambling.” Stan put on the fez hat as the final part of his outfit and left the room.

“Who are you?” Stan wiped away his happy tears in asking his reflection in his bedroom mirror. “Grandpa Stan Pines, that’s who! My first granddaughter was born today! Her name is Tanya and she is the cutest! I have a feeling me and Andy will be anticipating more grandkids running around here when they start actually running, so I'm gonna look forward to planning more space around here. If they’ll be anything like their parents, this is gonna be chaotic.” Stan let out a content sigh and headed downstairs.

“Who are you?” Stan demanded his reflection in the mirror. “Stanley Pines. The brother Stanford should be thanking me and Andy for getting not only him out of that stupid portal, but his wife, and apparently their twin teenage daughters they had while in there.” He was angry after his heated argument with his twin brother. At least their respective wives interfered and stopped the two brothers from physically fighting each other before it got worse. “I thought… I thought things would be fixed, but I don’t know if it can be.” Stan looked at himself with determination. “I guess I can try talking. Oof. I’m not looking forward to that.”

Stan let out a big breath. “Who are you? Me? Guess who became a Grunkle in the past couple of years? This guy!” Stan jovially thumbed at himself. “Which makes Andy a Grandy. Ha! Tate and his wife had their son Isaac. Shiloh and his wife had their daughter Hazel. Finally, Shermie got his grandkids Mason and Mabel born a couple days ago. Ford and I wouldn't willingly give the twins up to Shermie. God, I miss those twins already.” Andy laughed in the background.

“It was a wonderful time. And that has a nice ring to it. Grandy….”

Stan approached the mirror of his and Andy’s bedroom. He had one question that came to mind, remembering the one thing he would always ask and have an answer. “Who are you? Me? Um… I’m Stanley, I think. Stanley Pines. Yeah, that sounds about right from what everyone keeps telling me. It’s coming back to me.” Stan rubbed at his head, memories of his past, his whole life he spent with his family, and the last moments before it was almost all wiped out of his mind were slowly but surely coming back thanks to his family’s diligent efforts to bring him back.

“Who are you?” Stan would ask his reflection in the mirror onboard the Stan O’ War. Ford would walk from behind and stand next to him.

“I think you know the answer.”

Stan and Ford exchanged smiles at each other before going back on deck to start their adventure out at sea like they’ve always dreamed of doing when they were young.

21 notes - Posted January 14, 2022

Six Fingers in Time

Hey there all! Another entry for @forduary in going with the theme of Week 3: Hands/AU where it takes place in the Lost and Gained AU, depicting times in Ford’s life involving more positive moments. Hope you all enjoy this ficlet!

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“Aw, Filbrick! Shermie! Come look!” Caryn Pines held up newborn Ford’s six-fingered hands to show her husband who held newborn Stan in his arms. “He’s got the six fingers like my father has!” Filbrick grunted, less enthused as his wife and the mention of her protective father brought back memories of how he didn’t like the old man of Caryn’s. But young Shermie was ecstatic.

“That is so neat!”

“He’s going to be made fun of,” bluntly imputed Filbrick.

“Well it didn’t stop my dad from living his life, and it won’t stop Stanford’s. He’s perfect as he is.” Little Ford giggled.

“You can shove off, Crampelter!” shouted young Stan at the older boy and his other two boys as they walked away laughing. Stan snorted and looked back at his twin brother who had tears forming in his eyes and his hands behind his back. “Hey, it’s gonna be okay, Sixer. No one makes fun of your hands on my watch.” Stan gave his brother a tight hug.

Ford really hoped this would stop at some point when no one cares how many fingers he has on his hands and be treated as normal.

“Hey, fellas!” greeted a young Andy as she and her penpal Lucina Evergreen approached the twin boys at the beach. Stan and Ford stopped what they were doing on their wrecked boat and faced their friend, and a new girl to them, walking up to them.

“Hey, Andy!” Stan waved.

“Greetings!”

“Who's the new girl?” Stan asked. “Don’t think we’ve seen her around here or in school.”

“You remember me mentioning a penpal, right?” Ford and Stan nodded. The girl with the lengthy black hair shyly shuffled her feet, her bangs concealing one of her eyes, but keeping her left brown eye exposed while holding her hair. Andy smiled at Lucina. “These are my friends.”

“I’m Stanley Pines! But call me Stan.”

“And I am Stanford Pines, but you can call me Ford.” Ford extended his hand to shake hers. Lucina gasped upon seeing Ford’s six fingered hand in immediate amazement at seeing something unique she hadn’t before. Lucina shaked his hand with hers.

“Wow… six fingers. That’s… really neat!” Ford blinked. He was taken by surprise upon the new girl’s reaction to his hands. It was much better than what happened with Cathy Crenshaw. He was almost at a loss for words until Lucina moved her bangs away to reveal her right eye being a light blue. Complete heterochromia.

“Complete heterochromia. That’s so cool!” exclaimed Ford. He then realized he still held onto her hand and let hers go, not wanting things to get awkward. “Oop. Sorry. It’s just nice to know there’s someone else who is different like me.” Lucina blushed from the compliment, happy he didn’t find her too weird.

“No, you’re okay. It’s nice to see someone who’s different like me, too.”

Ford held hands with Lucina along the beach at noon before they headed to the prom with Stan and Andy that will take place later tonight. It was their last day together before Lucina had to take the plane home to Gravity Falls in the morning. Ford wouldn’t see her again for a while and wanted one more night with her. Ford couldn’t believe this was all real. That he found someone he had a real connection with ever since they met as younger kids. It seemed so long ago.

“Lucy.”

“Hm?”

Ford and Lucina stopped at the edge of the shore where they couldn’t get their feet wet. They stood next to the swing set where they used to play as children. Ford put thought into the words he wanted to express to Lucina. Emotions swelled between the two teens.

“There’s something I’ve wanted to tell you for a while.”

Ford and Lucina took a seat on the only two swings.

“Ever since you came here these past summers, you made me feel I’m not alone.” Ford faced Lucina with a genuine smile. “When you looked at my hands, you weren’t put off or creeped out at the sight of them. A girl screamed at me when she saw them, and it made me feel awful. But I thought about you and seeing your eyes, it made a world of difference in my confidence.”

Lucina had her long black hair brushed back, her eyes being seen. She had to take a deep breath to respond to him.

“You did the same for me. People thought my eyes were weird and I couldn’t stand the staring. But when you look at me like you are now, you… make me feel less alone.” Lucina reached for Ford’s hand. Ford almost pulled away out of habit, but he let her hold his hand. She pulled him in for a hug that made him stiffen, but Ford eased almost immediately and wrapped his arms around her as she did the same.

The pair parted as the time was near until prom, for now, and they had a feeling it’ll be a good time with one another.

“Sweet sarsaparilla!” gasped Fiddleford upon seeing Ford’s hands. “Is that polydactyl?”

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26 notes - Posted March 7, 2022

Lulled to Sleep

A/N: Hey everyone! Here’s my late entry for @forduary Week One: Sleep. I’ve been busy and distracted throughout February so I may or may not finish the other weekly entries before the deadline. But anyhow, this takes place in the Lost and Gained AU where Ford is a parent and later grandparent. Hope you enjoy this ficlet!

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“WAAAHHH!!!”

Ford jolted awake from his eyes growing heavy from drifting to sleep.

Oh my. The boys need me.

It was a dark, not so quiet night in Gravity Falls in June of 1976, little Tate and his newborn brother Shiloh were crying and needing attention within their shared nursery. Thankfully, Ford had been awake for some time in getting some writing done in his journal at his desk. He raised up from his seat and walked towards the nursery, and on the way, waved at a tired Fiddleford to let him know he had it covered and he could go back to bed. He wanted to make things easier on Fiddleford and Lucina both as he can run on little sleep.

Ford opens the nursery door and sees little Tate holding onto the bars of his crib while standing and crying across from Shiloh who was also crying. Tate had six fingers on his left hand while Shiloh had six fingers on his right. Tate resembled much like his father Fiddleford, save for the brown hair, but it runs in his family as well as Ford’s. Meanwhile, Shiloh inherited Lucina’s black hair, darker skin tone and heterochromia eyes; Shiloh’s left eye was brown and his right eye blue. The room was spacious and colorful with painted depictions of the forest and animals and magical creatures. One day it was going to be both the boy’s room or until they choose to have their own rooms, respectively.

“It’s alright, boys, Dad is here.”

Ford scooped up Tate and Shiloh in his arms and checked if they needed to be fed, changed, etc before he got the boys to calm down. But they did when held in the arms of their father. He then takes a seat in the blue rocking chair in the room to rock the two boys to sleep after tending to their needs. He still finds himself amazed he’s doing something like this. Finding love. Including children in their active lives. And discovering new, wonderful and dangerous things in Gravity Falls; things he wants to share with his two boys when they’re old enough. And maybe they’ll share that love of adventure like he and Stan did long ago, before everything changed.

Ford would sing the boys a song his mother sang to him and Stan when they were little. An old Jewish lullaby from what he remembers. He found it funny she taught him the song ‘just in case you wanted to sing it someday’ but he sees what she meant now. It made him feel closer to her somehow. Tate yawned and fell asleep and so did Shiloh in Ford’s arms.

Ford would gently place the boys back in their respective cribs.

“Goodnight, Tate. Goodnight, Shiloh.” Ford placed a gentle kiss upon their foreheads and faced the doorway where Lucina and Fiddleford had been watching him the whole time. He smiled at the two. “I thought you two were in bed.”

“We were waitin’ fer you. Couldn’t help but ta watch and listen; it's a very pretty song.”

“Thank you. It always helped me sleep when I was little. I’m actually sleepy from having sung it.”

Lucina and Fiddleford took Ford’s hand in each of theirs and led him to bed with them.

“I thought it was lovely, too,” added Lucina.

30 notes - Posted March 3, 2022

In having thought back to Dragon Age, over the years I have been crafting an au where all seven origin Wardens were recruited by Duncan and survived the Joining and would become the Heroes of Fereldan they were meant to be. Plus, the optional Orlesian Grey Warden from Awakening who would assist them in that continuation. Its changed a lot over the years and I think I’m finally satisfied with it.

And for Dragon Age 2, all three classes Hawke can be existing, but with a twist! One of them is human and the other two are an elf and dwarf who were adopted into the family who become the Champions of Kirkwall they’ll be known as.

Finally, Dragon Age Inquisition. All six potential Inquisitors survived the catastrophe, but only four of them bear the shared mark within their respective hands, and the other two becoming companions to them. All this existing within the same au saga! Here is what I have so far and I may add more to it. May or may not be a fic using all this, but I wanted to share my own ideas.

Dragon Age Origins (headcanons):

All seven Wardens from the six origins (including the elven mage/human mage) were recruited/saved by Duncan, survived the Joining, and kicked the Archdemon's ass together; with the addition of all the possible companions. Except Loghain, he got axed because fuck him. The Wardens are Joan Cousland (warrior/templar), Dante Amell (mage/shapeshifter), Sindra Aeducan (rogue/duelist), Verroth Brosca (warrior/berserker), Limerick Surana (mage/arcane warrior), Faelan Mahariel (rogue/ranger), Misha Tabris (warrior/champion). And the mabari hound of Joan’s is named Griffon. The mabari that they find and bonds with Verroth is named Barkspawn, a name they all can agree on thanks to Alistair’s suggestion.

Joan and Alistair knew each other as children from when Joan and her father and brother would travel to Redcliffe for important matters. A young Joan would join in on Alistair's antics around the castle, having become fast friends. During the summer months of those more innocent years, Joan and Alistair would play even more when he could stay with her and her family. When the time came that Alistair was forced to live in the Chantry, him and Joan would keep in touch to write letters over the years, even if it saddened the two that they could not play together anymore.

The voices/personality of each of the Wardens would be Joan - wise; Dante - suave; Misha - cocky; Limerick - mystical; Faelan - experienced; Verroth - violent; Sindra - smart.

Oren and Oriana are alive and well, not having been killed when Rendon Howe's men captured Cousland castle. Escaping to Antiva thanks to Joan and gang when arriving in Denerim to recruit Misha.

Joan romances Alistair. Misha and Dante romances Zevran. Faelan romances Morrigan and performed the Dark Ritual. Verroth and Sindra romances Leliana. Sindra and Limerick become a couple, and is okay with Sindra being with Leliana, too.

Limerick loved being in the Circle, being grateful for not only learning to master his magic, but for the higher education he lacked living in Lothering with his financially troubled family. But later he does see from an outsider’s point of view that the Circle isn’t so kind. Limerick felt wronged for doing what he was told to do by Irving in exposing Jowan as a blood mage. It was hell for him when venturing out of Kinloch Hold for the first time as he felt like his legs were going to fall off from all the walking.

Misha looked up to her mother much of her life until she died. She loves her cousins and father just as much as well as the Alienage she was born and raised in. She learned how to fight with an axe since she was young. When the aspect of an arranged marriage came about, Misha wasn’t all for it, but the day came, and she met her would-be husband. It would not come to pass because of the Arl’s son. Misha killed several of the guards alongside her cousin. Misha didn’t hesitate to deny Vaughn’s deal and kill him and his friends to save her other cousin. Before she was to leave the Alienage to Ostagar, her father gave her mother’s weapon as a parting gift to her. She did express grief and remorse for the loss of her fiancée and kept the wedding ring he crafted to use in wedding with Dante and Zevran.

Dante was the opposite to Limerick; he hated being trapped in the Circle Tower, but still appreciate learning how to control his magic. Dante almost escaped from the Circle with Anders but chose to be distraction for Anders to escape without him. He greatly missed his mother and siblings, wanting to know what became of them, though giving up as the year’s past. He did learn the fate of his mother, going to the place where her ashes were scattered.

After slaying the Archdemon, each of the seven wardens went on their own paths: Joan reigned as queen alongside Alistair, eventually blessing him with three heirs, Duncan, Rose and Eleanor, to raise and love; having found a way conceive with more success. Verroth remained with Leiliana, bringing a baby girl, Andrea, into the worl Misha and Dante traveled across the lands with Zevran on their own quest across Thedas, with Misha birthing two boys, River and Silas, from all the lovemaking. Sindra was rightfully titled the new Warden-Commander of Fereldan, with Limerick being her Warden-Constable, they had Amaia. As for Faelan, he traveled across Thedas in search for Morrigan to be with her and their son Keiran. Luckily, with the help of old friends and new, he accomplished this and traveled through the eluvian with Morrigan.

Major choices: Connor was saved without having to sacrifice his mother, Isolde. The Sacred Ashes were preserved with the dragon not being slain. Bhelen was made King of Orzammar and the Anvil of the Void destroyed, killing Branka. Brokered peace between the werewolves and elves, Zatherian sacrificing his life to break the curse. Saved Redcliffe from the undead. Recruited Jowan into the group. Liberated the Circle of Magi from demons and saved the remaining mages, including Irving. In Soldier's Peak, they allowed Avernus to continue his research, but more ethical means than before and killed the demon that possessed Sophia's body. Fulfilled all the companion’s quests with positive results, including the one where Faelan Mahariel "killed" Flemeth, and every other possible quest with mostly positive results.

When the seven Wardens entered the Fade by the Sloth demon in the Circle, they each saw their own unique dreams. Joan saw that her whole family was happy and alive again. Verroth seeing that his mother began to treat him right, meeting his father for the first time, seeing his sister happy with her husband and child. Sindra dreamed that her brother was alive and that Bhelen getting respect equally, with the addition of getting together with Gorim. Limerick dreamt of becoming First Enchanter of the College of Magi, though was the first to saw it as nothing more than a dream and worked to free his fellow wardens from Sloth. Misha in her dream too saw what could have been if Nelaros was not killed and her mother being alive. Faelan in his dream saw an image he himself imagined of what his parents looked like, and that his friend Tamlen was never tainted. Dante Amell dreamed of being a free man, using the opportunity to see his mother and family in Kirkwall until he began to see the faults within the dream.

Of course, there were many things each of the wardens did not agree on when it came to certain choices. To name one big example was deciding who to crown King of Orzammar. Coming back to the dwarvan city caused great turmoil between Sindra and Verroth, the two arguing in anger, causing a temporary rift within the group that lasted until they killed the Broodmother. It was there that they settled on the decision on Bhelen becoming Orzammar's king, believing he would last much longer than Harromont would've, yet Sindra still hated the decision after Harrowmont’s execution.

Sindra loved both of her brothers, despite them getting on her nerves at times. She felt that her older brother Trian did not deserve to be killed and was genuinely caught off when Bhelen betrayed her.

Sindra knew King Cailan, as children, when the late King Maric and his son would be invited by her king-father to watch Proving's sometimes. Her and Cailan would play together, but lost touch over the years.

During the events of Awakening, Sindra was promoted to Warden-Commander and Limerick as Warden-Constable and the rest of the Wardens would come to assist with whatever they needed for old times’ sake. A Grey Warden from Orlais was sent to them in good faith named Lyric Caron (warrior/guardian). The three would work together in recruiting new Grey Wardens into their fold in order to defend the Keep and Amaranthine from the darkspawn threat. And would help their companions through their own troubles.

Lyric Caron is a straightforward woman who is new to Fereldan and its customs and is fascinated with how the Heroes of Fereldan manage warden duties so… unlike how she was taught in the order. She watches and learns under the seven and can’t help to admire them and learning of their adventures. Lyric has a wife and child back home she hopes will be alright while she is in Fereldan for a while.

With Nathaniel Howe, the pregnant Queen of Fereldan Joan would chat with him and convince him he should join the Grey Wardens and is remorseful for what happened to the remainder of his family and doesn’t blame him for what his father did. And imprisoned those who conspired with Rendon Howe.

With Velanna, Faelan would be able to put her at ease with their presence in meeting fellow elves and help her get her sister back, however they can.

With Oghren, Verroth and Misha would have a time convincing him to get back with his wife and mend their relationship.

With Justice, they convince him he can leave the deceased body of the former warden for his wife to have buried. Justice ending up possessing Anders’ cat Ser Pounce-A-Lot.

With Anders, he is happy to see Dante and Limerick again after so long since their Circle days. And they help him be on his way without issue when the mission is complete.

With Sigrun, she is excited to meet Verroth and Sindra and gets their autographs as they were inspiring to her as a dwarf.

They chose to spare the Architect and managed to keep both the Keep and Amaranthine from falling to destruction.

Sindra, Limerick and Lyric take up the mission in Amgarrak and succeeded.

During the Witch Hunt, Faelan is aided by Joan, her mabari Griffon and Limerick to find Morrigan and learn of her fate. Faelan would walk into the Eluvian with Morrigan to be with her and their son, and the others retrieved the book in turn.

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43 notes - Posted January 21, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

A small ficlet for @stanuary

Week One: Brothers

“There’s something we wanna show ya, Shermie!” chirped the young Stan while holding his hand, with Ford holding the other.

“It’s one of our best finds yet!” supported Ford. Shermie chuckled, humoring his two younger brothers. It was as good an excuse as any to get out of the house.

Stan led his and Ford’s teenage brother outside on the beach where not many visitors would go. Perfect for Stan and Ford to play undisturbed for the most part. Save for those who pass by every now and then.

When the trio of brothers arrived at the spot, Shermie took a good look at what his brothers have been working on for a while. A small worn boat Stan and Ford pulled out from the cave and began to fix it to sailing condition, but judging by the slow progress, the boys were in no rush to complete the vessel.

“We called it the ‘Stan o’ War’. One day, when it’s complete, we’re gonna sail around the world, and go on adventures.” Stan climbed up the boat with Ford joining him.

“My, my. I have to agree this is a great find!” Shermie examined the boat. “If you’ll have me, I’d like to come with you two on one of those ventures. Better than being here, that’s for sure.”

“I knew you’d like it! We’d love to have you onboard our vessel.”

“If you’re not too busy when we do,” said Ford while picking up one of his books on the boat. Shermie hummed a response. He had been more involved with himself than his brothers as of late since getting his own car, and with it more freedom to leave the house.

“Well, if you guys ever want my help to finish this, I’ll be more than happy to drive to the store to buy more wood.”

Stan and Ford gasped with smiles on their faces.

“That would be great! But before you do, wanna play pirates with us? You can be the privateer!”

Shermie picked up a nearby stick with a bright grin. “Alright. Show me how to play.”

48 notes - Posted January 5, 2022

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Ford in Amphibia

Summary: Anne and the Plantar family take in an eccentric new guest.

Word Count: ~2100

Warnings: none

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/19375102/chapters/46100365

Part 1 of… 2? 3? Probably somewhere in that ballpark, but it really depends on if the still-progressing canon of Amphibia throws me anything new.

This chapter doesn’t require much Amphibia prior knowledge to read, though — as long as you’ve seen the first pair of episodes, you’ll be fine!

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“Anne! Anne? Anne, you gotta wake up! It’s an emergency!”

“Ugh, what?” Anne sat up in her bed, rubbing her eyes as she checked the time on her phone. “Five A.M.? What the heck is going on, Sprig?”

“The whole town’s outside our door! And they’re asking for you, and saying it’s urgent!”

Sure enough, a muffled slamming noise sounded from aboveground, followed by of a chorus of distressed ribbits.

“But… I didn’t even do anything bad yesterday! What do they want with me?”

“Doesn’t matter! We can’t afford them bringing out the battering ram to bust down our door again, so c’mon!” Sprig grabbed Anne by the hand, and dragged her upstairs.

There was thankfully no battering ram in sight when Anne threw open the door to face the citizens of Wartwood, but it looked like Sprig hadn’t lied about the whole town being outside. He had, however, neglected to mention that nearly all of them were wielding torches, pitchforks, and other staple weapons of angry mobs.

“Here she is, the girl of the hour!” Sprig offered weakly. “… Please don’t kill her?”

One-Eyed Wally sprung forward, and Anne flinched — but rather than attacking, he cast his pitchfork to the ground, and took her by the hands. He gave a quick bow, and Anne realized his one golden eye was wet with tears as his head bounced back up to meet her gaze.

“Thank goodness you’re here! You’re the only one who can save us now! Please, my lady, I beseech you!”

“Uh… not sure I’m following what’s going on here…”

“Another foul beast has been spotted roaming these parts,” Mayor Toadstool explained, pushing his way to the front of the ground. “Go on and tell them what you saw, Wally. Be brave.”

Wally’s hands trembled as he spoke. “It had a haggard gray mane, and its eyes reflected red light brighter than the moon itself! It loomed over me like a mountain, and it — it —”

He rummaged around in his pockets, and pulled out a few charred pieces of what must have once been a tree branch. “It fired bolts of lightning out of its arm! It just barely missed me, but it reduced a mighty old oak to ash in a single strike!”

“But since we’ve tamed a loyal beast of our own, she can drive it away for us!” Toadstool finished. “Then the town will be saved, and none of us will have to risk our precious lives fighting it!”

“What?!” Anne gasped. “You really think I could chase off something like that? And — and even if I could, I’m not your attack dog!”

A murmur went through the crowd, and Toadstool looked seriously ready to debate the attack dog comment, but Sprig spoke up before he could say anything.

“Anne, wait! You should hear them out — you know how everything gets overblown whenever Wally’s the one telling the story. Maybe it’s another lost human, and this whole situation is just a misunderstanding!”

“Look, I accepted a while back that I’m the only human in this world,” Anne shot back. “If there were more, we would’ve crossed paths by now for sure! But… I guess Wally is kind of prone to overblowing things…”

She sighed. “Okay, tell you what. I’m not fighting that beast, but tell me where you last saw it, and I’ll do some recon on it for you guys.”

Wally immediately burst into tears. “You’re a hero!” he blubbered. “This town will owe you a debt for the rest of your days!”

“Oh, I don’t know about that —” Toadstool cut in.

It was only then that Hop Pop walked into the living room, stifling a yawn. “Kids? What’s all this commotion about? Anne?”

Anne darted past him, back into the basement, and emerged a minute later wielding her tennis racquet.

“No time to explain! Gotta go risk my life for strangers by hunting a lightning monster!”

“See you soon!” Sprig added as the two of them sprinted off into the early morning light. “Maybe we’ll bring back another monster from the woods, and let them live in our house too!”

***

Ford’s patience for the frog dimension was wearing thin.

It had felt (quite literally) like a breath of fresh air at first, after spending close to a week consorting with unsavory characters in the alleyways of a sprawling, smog-filled metropolis — but limited signs of civilization meant traipsing through long swaths of muddy terrain, and mud meant that new boots would be ruined and silent movement would be nearly impossible, and… well, he could go on and on about why he hated swamp environments. The list of inconveniences just never seemed to end.

Ford didn’t actually mind amphibians — in fact, they accounted for some of his favorite anomalies back in Gravity Falls. He didn’t even mind the anthropomorphic frogs that watched him from afar and then fled before he could approach them — directions would have been convenient, sure, but he still had faith in his navigation abilities.

No, what he hated were the frogs that crept up behind him at the earliest hours of the morning, and nearly gave him a heart attack because they just happened to have BRIGHT YELLOW EYES. Or worse, in the case of today’s encounter, just ONE bright yellow eye. Why couldn’t those frogs be the ones who minded their own business?!

A branch snapped behind him, and he whirled around, gun in hand.

“Come out where I can see you!” he barked. “I’m willing to resolve this peacefully if you are, but try anything funny and I won’t hesitate to shoot!”

A bush a few feet away let out a small whimper, followed by a series of hushed whispers like it was having a conversation with itself. Finally, the culprits peered out, hands above their heads…

Human hands, in one case.

“There are humans in this dimension?” Ford asked, just as the girl blurted out: “Wait, are you a human too? How did you get here?”

There was an awkward pause, before Ford replied: “Even if we are of the same species, there’s no guarantee we come from the same dimension.”

“Are you some kind of space pirate? Am I on another planet?” the girl asked at the same time, speaking over him. “Or a time traveler? Have I been in prehistoric times all along?”

“Uh… not exactly either of those, but closer to the first one,” Ford told her.

This didn’t feel like a trap. The human girl seemed genuinely inquisitive, and her frog companion looked scared out of his wits, not scheming. “I apologize for being so hostile before. I’ve just been on guard lately.”

“It’s fine. I did pretty much the same thing when I got here too,” the girl assured him. “I’m Anne Boonchuy, and this is my buddy Sprig. Nice to meet you!”

“Likewise. I’m Ford.”

“Just Ford? What, no last names on your planet?”

Ford sighed. “No, I just don’t like sharing personal information. You never know what identity thieves might lurk in unfamiliar worlds.”

It was his go-to lie when dealing with kids, since it sounded a lot less intimidating than there are a lot of extremely ruthless people after me and the less I tell you about myself, the less likely they are to be a threat to you. He didn’t think Bill’s minions would have much influence here, but it didn’t hurt to err on the side of caution.

He and Anne shook hands, and he couldn’t help but cringe slightly as she looked at his fingers and frowned in confusion.

“I can’t help but notice you’ve got, uh, more than the normal number of fingers… or is six fingers normal where you come from?”

“No, I carry a rare genetic mutation that causes polydactyly. I’ve always been something of an anomalous case, even in the world I hail from.”

“Wow, you sound like a pretty smart guy.”

“Well, I would hope so! My eleven PhD’s didn’t earn themselves.”

“Dang, you are smart!” Anne’s eyes lit up. “Hey, want to come back home with us? I’ve got some, uh… weird odds and ends from my world that I want an expert opinion on.”

“I dunno,” Sprig piped up, speaking for the first time since his exchange with Anne in the bush. “It worked out well when I brought you home, but… are you sure he’s not gonna eat us? He feels like the type of person who would eat us — he’s too fluffy for it to be anything but a trick, to make him look less threatening!”

“Oh, it’s just my beard that’s scaring you?” Ford asked, pulling a lighter out of his pocket and squinting as he held it just beneath his chin and flicked the wheel. “Because I can get rid of this real quick if I just — ah, here we go!”

He let the blaze travel up his face for a few seconds before patting it out, ignoring Anne and Sprig’s slack-jawed expressions.

“Dude,” Anne gasped. “Did you just set your face on fire?”

“Well, how else am I going to get rid of a whole beard in under thirty seconds? Not by shaving, that’s for sure.”

***

Anne motioned for Ford to sit down, and he did so as she unfolded the cloth concealing the object resting in her lap. The Plantar family had been surprisingly charitable towards Ford, feeding him breakfast and insisting that the couch was always available if he needed somewhere to sleep — just as charitable as they’d apparently been to Anne, when she’d abruptly been tossed into their lives not two weeks before.

She’d given the summary of her story over breakfast, and in return, he’d explained the very basics of his story to them: that he seeked to eventually overthrow a tyrant who threatened many parts of the multiverse, and that he traveled from dimension to dimension with very little control over where he would end up. Anne had seemed disappointed to hear that second part — presumably because she’d been hoping Ford would have a way to get her home.

But maybe, not all hope was lost in that regard just yet.

“This is the music box that brought me to this world,” Anne explained, tossing aside the cloth. “When I opened it for the first time, it flashed all colorful and I woke up here, but it hasn’t worked since.”

“Peculiar,” Ford muttered. “Where exactly did you find this music box?”

“Just a weird knickknack shop,” Anne answered, a little two quickly.

“May I hold it for a moment?”

“Sure.”

She handed it to him. It was metallic and oddly cold, far colder than anything should have been on this sweltering day — almost as if it was magically draining the heat from Ford’s hands. He held his wrist in front of it and pressed a button on his watch, and a grid of laser dots were projected onto it, signifying a scan in progress.

“Those gems were more colorful when I first found it,” Anne explained. “But they’ve been gray ever since I got here.”

“Hmm. Well, here’s your problem: this box was once a vessel for a large amount of magical energy, but that energy has since been depleted — presumably when it brought you to this world. That’s probably why the gems lost their color, and why it can’t transport you back anymore… but if you were able to recharge that supply of magical energy somehow, I think there’s good odds it would take you home. Either that, or it would take you an even more foreign dimension of even weirder creatures. No way to know for sure unless you try?”

“Well, that’s the best lead I’ve got by a long shot,” Anne told him. “How do I recharge it?”

Ford shrugged. “Good question. I’ve got no clue.”

“What? C’mon, aren’t any of your PhD’s in cursed music boxes?”

Ford shook his head. “Magic is a fickle thing, and it works differently in almost every dimension. In one world, you might learn how to cast a spell that rains bolts of lightning down on your enemies, but in another, you might barely be able to summon a spark using the same ritual. Even if I’d encountered a relic like this before, there’s no guarantee that yours would obey the same rules.”

“Oh.” Anne’s face fell. “Well, thanks for your help anyway.”

“Keep you chin up,” Ford told her. “Your search for answers has only just begun — there’s still plenty more research to do, and plenty more chances to have a eureka moment! And if you have any questions of the scientific sort… well, I’m not sticking around forever, but while I’m here, don’t hesitate to ask me anything.”

“Thanks. Will do.”

#gravity falls #stanford pines #amphibia #anne boonchuy #sprig plantar #disney amphibia #rosalia writes fic #fic: ford in amphibia

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insidereagan · 2 years

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again this is gravity falls instead of inside job but this i thought this was a cute concept

im feeling super dysphoric today I wish I had a sibling like mabel :p

trans!dipper pines

(NOT PINEC3ST!)

“hey bro! binder patrol here to remind you to take off your binder!” mabel called, running into dippers room, as his face immediately fell.

“i’m sorry, dude. I wish I could make it go away,” she said, seeing how sad dipper looked.

“but, not wearing your binder doesn’t make you any less of a boy. you’re my brother and I love you!” she said, throwing her arms around him.

“t-thank you,” dipper smiled weakly.

“It’s not gonna make e erything better, of course but I have been working on something for you,” she smiled, pulling out a knitted sweater with a pine tree on it.

“I heard oversized clothing makes dysphoria better, so I made it slightly bigger,” mabel smiled, handing him the sweater. dipper smiled, and hugged mabel again.

“thank you for being so supportive. you’re the best sister ever!” he said.

idk how to end this and im sorry it was so short 😭

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detectivejigsawpines · 3 years

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Grav-phibia

On their way back to Wartwood, the Plantars find a horrifyingly familiar face. ...Or is it?

(This is my first time writing Amphibia characters; I apologize profusely for any grave errors in characterization.)

It had been a few days since the Plantars left Newtopia, and even though she already was starting to miss Marcy, Anne couldn’t find herself regretting her decision to stay with her “adoptive frog family.” Not after everything the four of them had been through together.

This particular evening they had just reached a wooded area, and were slowly driving the f-wagon down the path, looking for a good place to stop that would suit Hop-Pop’s tastes (i.e. wherever seemed like the least likely spot for them to be suddenly attacked by a heron or tree monster or any of the other numerous horrors that plagued this freakin’ world). The entire family was sitting up on the roof (except Sprig, who was riding Bessie), and enjoying watching the stars come out-when Anne saw something off in the trees about ten feet in, like a brief flash of bright green light.

“Hey, did you guys see that?”

Sprig whipped his head around. “What? Saw what?!”

“There was a light off in the trees-like a bright green one!” Anne was leaning forward off the edge of the f-wagon, peering intently through the trees in an attempt to find where it had been. She wasn’t exactly sure why she was so interested, since let’s be honest, random lights weren’t even close to the weirdest thing she’d seen since she came here, but...something about it, maybe the type of flash or something, reminded her of-

“Anne, random lights aren’t even close to the strangest things you’ve seen here,” Hop-Pop said, somewhat peevishly. “Sit your rump down, we gotta keep moving-WHAT THE-!”

This time the light was a lot bigger, and lasted a lot longer, shooting straight up into the sky like a beacon, before vanishing again.

For a moment they just sat there, transfixed. Then Anne and Sprig said in near-unison, “I’m gonna go check that out!” and leaped onto the trail.

“Wait! Bring me too!” Polly demanded, stretching out her tiny arms (flippers?); in one smooth motion Anne scooped her up, and tucked her under her arm before charging off.

“Dang it, kids!” Hop-Pop cried once he recovered from his shock, “Get back here, ain’t ya learned by now that whenever ya go off investigating something new it always-means...trouble…”

They had already disappeared into the trees.

Hop-Pop groaned, and hopped down, carrying the reins over to Bessie and holding them up; the giant snail made a trilling noise, and then took them into her mouth.

“Make sure nobody steals the f-wagon or tries to eat you, girl,” he ordered, before hurrying off after his grandchildren.

“I’m gettin’ too old for this.”

***---***

“What do you think it is?!” Sprig asked excitedly. “Maybe it’s frogs from another planet! Oh, or maybe another factory like that one in the Ruins of Despair, and we’ll have to avoid the shiny blue circles again!”

“Or-” Anne interjected- “it could be someone traveling between traveling like me! That light looked a lot like the one I saw when I opened the music box back in my world!” Her stomach fluttered with excitement; other people who had managed to teleport or whatever?! That could be, like, a whole new step to getting her and her friends home!

“Whoa, that’s way cooler than my ideas!”

“Yeah it is!” Polly cheered.

“Hey, what’s that noise?”

The three of them stopped short and listened.

Something was crashing through the trees up ahead of them-something big -and it was making loud, grumbly noises that as it came closer Anne recognized were words. And something about that voice was very frighteningly familiar...

“Stupid-I told ya not to touch that thing till ya knew what it did-Sixer, if you can’t get this fixed when I find ya I’m gonna kick your-AUGH!”

An old man had stepped into view-an old, gray-haired man wearing a long brown coat and with a red woolly beanie perched on top of his head. Even so, Anne recognized him as soon as she got a good look at his face.

“AAAAUUUUGGGHHHH!!!! THE CURATOR!! A HUMAN VERSION OF THE CURATOR!! KILL HIM BEFORE HE TURNS US INTO GOLD STATUES!!!!”

***---***---***

Stan Pines had no idea what was going on.

One minute he’d been in search of his knucklehead brother who had not only started messing with a device that turned out to be another portal thing (it’d almost be funny what bad luck he had with those things if it didn’t involve so many traumatic memories for both of them), so now they were stuck in wherever the heck this was, and if that wasn’t bad enough the dingus had gone flying off, and Ford had chased off after it, so now Stan had to go find him and make sure he wasn’t having a panic attack or something so they could think about what to do next-then the next minute he’d run into a group of kids (or at least kid-sized creatures), and the big bush-haired one had immediately started screaming and trying to hit him with a tennis racket (where had that even come from?).

“Hey! Ow, what the heck!” Stan fended off the insane girl with one arm, staggering back. “Knock it off-ow, I haven’t even been here long enough ta deserve something like this!”

“Leave Anne alone!” a voice from his other side demanded, and the small pink creature stuck out his tongue at him. Literally-it came lunging out to slap him in the chest, nearly knocking him over. Quickly Stan did the only thing he could think of, which was to grab the tongue and pull hard, which yanked the creature forward into his arms.

“SPRIG!! PUT HIM DOWN, YOU MONSTER!!!!” The girl then produced a sword-a sword?!

I mean, he respected the right for children to carry weapons and all, but not when they were tryna use them on him!

Yeah, this is probably my cue ta drop the pink squirt and run like a coward.

Before he could do that, however, a wonderfully familiar voice called from behind his attackers, “Drop your weapons! Now!”

Stan breathed a small sigh of relief as the crazy people turned away from him-and immediately screamed again at the sight of Ford, who was standing there with multiverse gun in hand and looking like he meant business.

“AUGH! THERE’S ANOTHER ONE!!!!”

***---***

“KIDS!”

Yet another tiny screaming creature came rushing through the trees towards them-this one was orange, Stan noticed, and dressed a little like his grandpa Pines had, from what he remembered. Aside from that, he looked kinda like a really big frog-come to think of it, so did two of the creatures that had been attacking Stan, except one was pink and the other was purple.

As soon as the orange frog saw them he gasped, and balled up his tiny fists.

“Monsters! Horrible wrinkly monsters, the likes of which this world has never seen before!”

“Hey!”

“They’re humans, Hop-Pop,” the girl said in an annoyed tone-before immediately returning to yelling. “AND THEY’RE HUMAN VERSIONS OF THE CURATOR!!!!”

“OH MY FROG!” Hop-Pop (what the heck kinda name was that?) came charging straight at Ford-which Stan could’ve told him was a big mistake, had he cared to listen. He sidestepped the attack easily, and in a swift movement knocked the frog onto his back and planted a boot on his chest. Then he fired a shot into the air and bellowed, “EVERYONE CALM DOWN, NOW!!!!”

Amazingly, it did the trick; the yelling and attacking stopped, and the group stared at him with wide eyes. Stan finally remembered that he was kind of holding the weird pink frog, and let him slip through his fingers back to the ground.

Ford took a deep breath, and said, “Now, one of you please explain why you’re attacking my brother.”

***---***---***

“Cuz he’s the Curator!” Anne said indignantly, pointing to him. “He’s gonna try to turn us into gold statues and put us in his museum for-”

“What?! How-listen, kid, I don’t need ta kill people ta create exhibits, that’s what cheap taxidermy’s for! And how do you even know about-”

“Stanley,” the other Curator interrupted, looking unusually starry-eyed for the situation, “I think they must have confused you with this dimension’s version of you.”

“Wait, what?” said the Curator, Anne and Hop-Pop at pretty much the same time.

The other Curator sighed and rubbed his eyes-there was something off about his hands, Anne noticed. Like they were bigger than the average-wait, he had an extra finger?! Weird and cool! “Oh dear...how do we explain this. Look, this might be somewhat difficult to believe, but we are not monsters. We’re travelers from a different dimension who need to retrieve the device we used to get here so we can go home again.”

“Um, that might not be as hard for us to believe as you might think, dude,” Anne piped up.

The other Cur-the other old dude gave her a confused look, blinked, and then clarity rose in his eyes as he took in her appearance.

“Oh. Oh my.”

***---***---***

“...so we just need to go back home and get the music box, and as soon as Marcy gets here we can charge up the stones and use it to go home!”

“Remarkable.” Ford rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “I heard of such devices in the multiverse, but was never able to acquire one for myself.”

They had made their way to the family’s wagon (or f-wagon, as they had insisted on calling it), and created a campfire next to it, since unfortunately the two old men were too big to fit inside; they sat down around it and traded their respective tales.

Not everything, obviously, but enough to get it through everyone’s heads that they didn’t need to fight.

“It’s a shame I won’t have a chance to study it for myself, but we have this.” Ford held up the dingus; Stan breathed a small sigh of relief at seeing that he’d caught it before it could get too far away. “If my calculations are correct, it should start functioning again when the moon reaches its peak, and I don’t know how many opportunities it will give us to travel between dimensions so we need to take this one.”

“...And it’ll just take you right back to where you were when it starts working again?” the girl-Anne-asked. Despite himself, Stan felt his heart twinge a little at the open longing in her tone, and he asked without thinking about it, “...You wanna come back with us? Pretty sure we’re from the same dimension, and we were pretty close to California when this thing brought us here.” She’d said she was from California, right?

Anne hesitated, clearly tempted-but shook her head. “Thanks, but no. I can’t just leave Marcy or-or Sasha here.” Something about her expression told Stan that she and her other friend were having...issues. “I can wait for the music box.”

He shrugged, and pulled a bag of toffee peanuts from his pocket. “Suit yourself.”

Seconds later the polliwog had hopped onto his knee and was staring at the bag with wide eyes. “What’s that ?!” she asked, sniffing. “It smells...sugary.”

“...Eh, probably nuthin’ that’d interest you. Just candy from another dimension.” He hid a smirk at how big her pupils got, and the little ribbon of drool that dripped from her mouth, before she demanded, “Lemme try some, old man!”

Stan cackled, and popped a few pieces into her mouth. The resultant grin reminded him of Mabel, causing a small fond ache in his chest.

Of course, then her brother wanted to have some too, so soon enough he had a child on either side of him happily trying to pick bits of toffee out of their teeth. Their grandpa was more wary, but he took a piece when it was offered to him.

As they were eating, Anne went into the f-wagon, and came back a few minutes later with a folded paper.

”…Can you at least deliver this to my parents? It’s just a short note letting them know I’m okay, and I’m on my way home.” She scribbled an address on the back.

Ford took the paper and gave her a small smile, putting it in his coat. “Of course we can.”

Anne’s eyes glistened briefly, but she managed to smile. “Thanks.”

***---***

Since they were going to be stuck until the moon was high anyway, the Plantars offered to give the Pineses dinner, and well, they’d learned never to turn down a free meal, so they agreed.

“Sadly, I can’t feed you fellas one of my family’s home recipes,” Hop-Pop said as he rummaged in the f-wagon, “but these mushroom bars are nice and nourishing.”

“Trust me, you’re getting off lucky,” Anne stage-whispered to them. “I’ve tried HP’s cooking, and it is-”

“-is perfectly good for people who have the proper respect for tradition,” Hop-Pop interrupted. He sounded more annoyed than flat-out angry, like it was an argument they’d had many times before, and would continue to have many times in the future. “I’m sure you two understand, bein’ of a more...mature age like I am.”

Stan shrugged as he took a mushroom bar. “Eh, I dunno. Just cuz something’s traditional doesn’t always mean it’s good.”

He might as well have said that he thought eating babies was perfectly normal, decent behavior, if Hop-Pop’s horrified, outraged gasp was anything to go by. Seconds later the old frog’s face flushed with red, and he pointed a trembling finger practically in Stan’s face.

“You’re a disgrace to your age group!!!!”

Behind him, Anne rolled her eyes.

“Yeesh, and he calls me dramatic.”

***---***---***

Despite their blasphemous views on tradition, the Pineses seemed like decent enough folk.

The floofy-haired one had hundreds of questions about their world and culture, writing all the answers down in a big red journal; his enthusiasm and curiosity reminded Hop-Pop an awful lot of that Marcy girl. The non-Curator was less curious, but he was good with the kids at least, and kept making them laugh and shamelessly feeding them more of that chewy peanut candy.

During dinner the Pineses told stories about some of their adventures-apparently they were some kind of seafaring travelers who went around looking for weirdness, and on one of their trips they’d stumbled on an island with a cave full of treasures, and amongst them was the doohickey that had brought them here.

It didn’t sound quite as dangerous as the Calamity Box, and he couldn’t remember seeing anything about it in his books...but Hop-Pop still hoped they’d keep it away from him and his kids.

Speak of the devil, the floofy-haired one asked at last, “So where is the music box now?”

“Hop-Pop’s got some contacts back in Wartwood who he said’d take care of it while we were gone.” Anne munched her mushroom bar. “And they’re keeping it safe, right, HP?”

Even though he’d been somewhat prepared for the question, Hop-Pop still felt the bottom drop out of his stomach. “Yeah, of course they are, Anne! I told ya, they’ll keep it safe, and tell me everything they know about it when I get it back from them.”

Thankfully he managed to put the lie together without any real effort on his part, and she accepted it readily enough. He gave a small sigh of relief, and quickly changed the subject.

Had he been paying better attention, he might have noticed the non-Curator’s eyes narrow a tiny bit.

***---***

Eventually the moon started to rise, and the floofy-haired Mr. Pines produced the device out of his pocket again.

“It should be almost ready!” he exclaimed in delight, adjusting his glasses. “I think I just need to get it into direct moonlight, so it can absorb enough to send us back!” He leaped to his feet-sweet Frog, Hop-Pop still wasn’t used to how tall humans were; these two were even bigger than Anne, for pity’s sake-and began looking for a decent spot. “Stanley, I think we need to go this way!”

“Okay, okay, keep your shirt on.” The non-Curator Mr. Pines looked down at Hop-Pop. “Y’know, those mushroom bars ain’t half bad. Any chance we can get a couple for the road?”

“Stanley,” floofy Mr. Pines said in exasperation, “we have plenty of food back on the boat! And we’ve imposed on these good-um, frogs for long enough!”

“No, no, that’s all right, we got a few extra I think we can spare.” Hop-Pop walked over to the f-wagon and hopped inside. He grabbed a couple of bars, turned around-and nearly had a heart attack when he found non-Curator Mr. Pines half-crouching in the doorway.

Oh Frog, was he gonna turn out to be a threat after all?! Were he and his brother going to turn into vicious frog-eating monsters who ripped out your liver and-?!

“Word of advice, shortstack,” non-Curator Mr. Pines said. “Whatever lie you’re tellin’ the kids about that music box, it’s not a good idea.”

Hop-Pop’s thoughts screeched to a halt. After a moment he stammered, “I-I’m not-”

“Save it.” Non-Curator Mr. Pines took the bars from his suddenly-nerveless fingers and began stuffing them into his coat pockets. “Take it from someone who knows, if they find out from someone besides you, or if they find out in a really bad way, it’s gonna come back ta bite you like ya wouldn’t believe. I’m not one ta say that honesty is the best policy, cuz in my experience it’s not, but keepin’ secrets like that from your family...it’ll go a lot better for ya in the long run if ya just tell ‘em the truth.”

He gave Hop-Pop a wide grin, and a smack on the arm that was probably supposed to be friendly but almost knocked him over.

“See ya around. Or-probably not, actually. You know what I mean.”

Then he climbed out of the f-wagon, and Hop-Pop could hear him saying goodbye to the kids, before he and his brother headed off into the woods. A few minutes later, there was another flash of green light that presumably meant they’d gotten their device to work.

***---***

Hop-Pop felt an uncomfortable blend of discomfort, guilt, and shame in his stomach-but he tried to cover it up with indignation.

What did that Pines fella know about keeping secrets to protect your family?! He just didn’t understand what was at stake here-how desperately Hop-Pop needed to make sure nothing happened to his grandchildren, including Anne! It might not always feel like the best choice, but that was his job as head of the family: making choices for the good of the family, whether they felt good or not!

With all the self-righteous stubborn denial at his disposal, Hop-Pop went out to tell the kids that they’d had enough excitement for one day and it was time for bed.

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Clearly, Ford Pines is not the only self-righteous denier of reality in existence.

#amphibia #gravity falls #stan pines #ford pines #anne boonchuy #sprig plantar #hopidiah plantar #polly plantar #crossover fic #humorous misunderstanding #parallels between Stan and Hop-Pop #seriously Hop-Pop #Stan knows what he's talking about

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sepublic · 2 years

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Amphibia...

Hahahahahahahahahaha I remember when after Season 1 of Amphiba finished airing, someone suggested the end credits were like a storybook, indicating Sprig telling someone, such as his kids in the future, the story of the human girl he met! Indicating of course that Anne and Sprig would get separated forever.

This was a very real and painful thought. And lo and behold it happened! GODDAMN IT AHFKAHFNWFOSFODAOSNS

I knew I would be inconsolable but that doesn’t change a thing, does it? It’s like seeing the eighteen-wheeler coming, it doesn’t matter if you noticed it or not, you still get run over by the eighteen-wheeler. Anne and Sprig could’ve died two minutes after they left each other and the other one would never know. They’ll never know nor get that closure. But like... They’ll never forget each other, as Leif didn’t forget Andrias!

I’m just. Amphibia Season 1 really was a different time, both for the show and for me, all things considered. It felt like a surreal proto-period before another phase of my life, so it feels weirdly nostalgic as a result. So to have it end is kind of reminiscent of Steven Universe ending, to me? Almost? I dunno. But I remember when it was just the Plantars and Wartwood. Just Anne. Just Sasha and Grime. We didn’t know anything about Marcy but had fanon of her as a mute mean girl. It was a different time! Just relaxed and nothing to worry about...

Ugh... OOOGGGG.... My heart. My Anne! Grime and Sasha leaving each other, I’ll never get over that. Andrias actually got his redemption and the chance to live out his days, doing honest work as a farmer! Yulivia, nice! And the Plantars... Polly grown up, as well as Sprig! And Maddie and Ivy. Toadie is Mayor and Toadstool pulled things for him! WALLY! The Mossman returning…

Sorry if I’m mostly concerned about Season 1 shenanigans. But Season 1 really was the start, right? It’s just... It feels so weird that it’s over. It’s been only(?) three years, which is like the perfect number for this show’s run. I just. WOW. Remember when we hyped up Valeriana? Remember the theories and lore? That talk of the monster frog? So much really has changed… I remember reading a crossover fic of Amphibia where Ford from Gravity Falls visited, while staying at a hotel! Not knowing what Amphibia would have in store. It felt like a truly different time then.

Just… MAN. I don’t know what to say! I looked forward to so much, so it’s so surreal to see how it ended and compare that to my past speculation and what I’d looked forward to back in 2019! It’s about the journey not the destination, but I won’t deny the destination also hits different… And we should never forget the beginning, either!

I need some time to just. Reflect. Think. Ponder my soul. It really feels like the bookends of another phase of my life, a relic from my younger past; And I guess that’s why I’m so melancholy. Amphibia is a lingering stray thread from my youth, tying me back to that part of my life. Now that it’s tied up, if feels like another step towards adulthood. And if I truly loved this show, I’d take its messages to heart and embrace this change and move on, accept the future. And I’ll do that, or at least try!

Man… Thanks for Amphibia, y’all.

P.S. In The Hardest Thing, Sasha Waybright is revealed to be attracted to women (and men)

#amphibia #amphibia spoilers

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eeveelotions · 2 years

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AO3 masterlist

Hi! welcome to my blog, where sometimes I post the fics from ao3. if you’re coming from there, or if you’re interested, here’s a masterlist of my fics all neat and organized for you! If you like my work, please consider tipping me on Kofi, the link for which is below!

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on a sort of writing hiatus, but my ask box is open!

without further ado, here’s the masterlist! All fics are Gravity Falls unless otherwise specified

Completed Requests, send me a new one here!

I reserve the right to not answer or refuse to do requests that I do not feel comfortable with doing.

Fandoms: Gravity Falls, Ace Attorney, Jurassic World: Camp Cretaceous, She-Ra, Stardew Valley, Amphibia, The Owl House, ask me for more

Will do: Narumitsu/Wrightworth, Yasammy, FiddleStan, Ford x OCS, Catradora, Farmer x Anyone, SashAnnArcy, Lumity, ask me for others. Does not have to be ship related! I am open to anything.

Won’t do: Incest, Underage, Pedophilia, ANY pairing with Bill Cipher that’s romantic, or FiddAuthor (genuinely sorry, it’s just not my jam)

NSFW: Depends on the pairing, but don’t be afraid to ask! My NSFW ao3 is here

NSFW Won’t do: Noncon/dubcon/rape, Vore, Breeding, Torture, Daddy/Mommy, Omarashi/Golden Showers, hate sex.

Most Popular fics

A Stan’s Best Friend (ongoing)

Where He Goes, I go (finished, first in my Together Against The World series )

Shut Up (one shot)

Canon Divergence AUs and One shots

Bitter Sweets And Baby Teeth (ongoing, mature rating for violence and tw)

Bill’s Stan, Now (first in mine and @mother-ofthe-universe Journal 2 AU)

Other AUs

Pokemon AU (hiatus, kind of canon divergence but with pokemon)

Relativity Falls AU (hiatus, shamelessly FiddleStan)

StanDew Valley (ongoing, Stardew Valley AU)

FiddleStan (Fiddleford McGucket x Stanley Pines)

A Boy I’d Kill For (ongoing, yandere Fiddleford au)

Why? (oneshot, possibly first in a college au series, featuring @nelson-and-murdock ‘s oc Anna)

A Stanley By Any Other Name (hiatus, Cinderella/Standerella au)

Petals In The Wind (ongoing, Hanahaki disease au)

My personal favorite fics that I’ve written

Double Date (request by @nelson-and-murdock , also Stardew Valley AU)

A Better Nightmare (Journal 2 Au, with @mother-ofthe-universe )

Enter: Fiddleford (Together Against the World AU)

Hard Work (a canon compliant one off about the Stanley Mobile)

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diipper · 2 years

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Fanfic Library

i hope that one day this post will be massivley long

here is where i horde all of my favorite fanfics from everywhere!! its hard to keep track of them on different websites so now we have this

if you have a fic on here and want it off please lmk !! im new to tumblr so please be patient with me if i do anything wrong!

ill be updating this frequently (feel free to send me your fics and i may add them!). everything is organized alphebetically not including things the "the" "an" and "a"

Amphibia

they say: you're a little much for me - explores Marcy's emotions of before they went to amphibia. by the_chaotic_lesbian

Scarlet, Vermillion, Rust - AU where Sasha is stabbed instead of Marcy. by puddlesock

Gravity Falls

anyway, i've been there - long fic of the twins and their adventures after gravity falls, by Caleb Nova

Birds of a Feather - Crossover between Gravity Falls and the Owl House involving a fan child of Stan and Eda based on the theory that they were married for a day or two. by AgentOfAngst

The Ghost Of Christmas Something - its christmas eve and a ghost comes to pay Stan a visit. by AgentOfAngst

The Man Downstairs - AU where Stan manages to stop Ford from being stuck in the portal by GinAndShatteredDreams

I'm Not A Queen - short fic about Mabel getting a bunch of pickup artists off her back by AgentOfAngst

An Outsiders Look at the Pines Twins - each chapter is a POV from a new character seeing and reacting to how the Pines Twins adjust to normal life after Gravity Falls; by iguessso12

Owl House

Birds of a Feather - Crossover between Gravity Falls and the Owl House involving a fan child of Stan and Eda based on the theory that they were married for a day or two. by AgentOfAngst

Pokemon

Just a Kiss Goodnight - Rocketshipping fic by pokemypoke

Like a Rainbow - Rocketshipping fic by Solarian-Princess

She-ra and the Princesses of Power

Princess Arrow of Brightmoon - fluffy glimbow fic by TippenFunkaport

#pokemon #the owl house #gravity falls #amphibia #fanfiction #fanfiction collection #ao3 link #fanfiction.net #work in progress #long post

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maydaygirl-save-our-ships · 5 years

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What do you think is the most fitting cartoon for Amphibia to have a crossover with?

Probably cartoons that do a lot of dimension crossing. I really like that idea of the Ford in Amphibia fic. Also Star vs. would be a good one but I’m not caught up with that show yet.

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autisticmushroom · 10 months

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ao3 fics

note to self for rn, interpret this how you want, anyone else reading. i'll clean it up later. for now i just wanna save it so i don't lose these good fics.

forduary- there's like uhh one person who did ~20ish. with dad!ford and bird song.

dt gc.

huey trans. there's a few.

weblena?

amphibia doubletrouble & the theme park one.

toh house rulez & house rulez spinoff

autistic huey?

that one trans dipper fanfic.

amphibia x gravity falls x toh crossover

uhh probably more. need to search my fandoms.

autistic dipper?

#please ignore #gonna tag this properly later #note to self #toh

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anistarrose · 5 years

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Ford in Amphibia - Chapter 2

Summary: Ford is subjected to mild bullying, and the gang decides to hunt an endangered species but makes an unexpected new friend along the way.

Warnings: none

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/19375102/chapters/47328493

The Beginning

This chapter references a few more episodes of Amphibia than the last one, but doesn’t spoil any overarching plot details past the first episode, so it should be possible to read even if you’re not caught up. This is starting to look like it’ll eventually wind up as four-chapter fic, so stay tuned for more!

***

Ford sat on the couch next to Anne, watching intently as she flicked through albums of photos on her phone.

“Here’s my cat, Domino — oh, and here she is again, in my parents’ kitchen! What a little troublemaker!”

“She’s quite precious,” Ford agreed. “You say you have music on this device too?”

“Of course!” Anne answered. “I’ve got all the best tunes — stuff to dance to, stuff you can sing along with, stuff to listen to as you think about how far you are from home and regret your life choices —”

“Do you have anything by Eurythmics? Or Talking Heads?”

Anne stared at Ford blankly.

“Or do you prefer classical? The Planets by Holst, maybe?”

“Uh, I’ve got All Star by Smash Mouth —”

“Mention that song again and you’re dead to me,” Ford growled.

There was an awkward pause, and then Ford sighed. “Sorry. I shouldn’t be surprised that we appreciate different aspects of human culture. You’re young, and I… left my dimension a very long time ago.”

“That’s, um — that’s too bad,” Anne stammered, not really knowing what to say. “Uh… do you want to keep looking at pictures?” she finally asked.

Ford didn’t say no, so she opened a new album. “Here’s some of me and Sprig, and of some wildlife we saw the other day — oh, and here’s where I tried to teach Sprig how to use the camera! You can tell because it’s all blurry and —”

“Wait!” Ford interrupted. “Go back! To the one with the caterpillar — er, the cat-erpillar, rather!”

“This one?” Anne pulled up a picture of a black, orange, and red cat-erpillar glimpsed from across a meadow.

“That’s it! See the flame pattern, and those prominent tufts on the neck? That’s the endangered Sunburst Mountain Cat-erpillar!”

“Whoa, are you like a conservation expert?” Sprig asked, springing onto the couch. “Do you need to capture it and get it to breed with others of its kind to save the species?”

“Quite the opposite, actually,” Ford told them. “I need a sample of its chrysalis for my own use — and ideally I won’t seriously harm any specimens, but you never know!”

Noticing Anne and Sprig’s mildly horrified looks, he went on: “Let me explain. For years now, I’ve planning a mission to a very dangerous dimension, of which the atmosphere is contaminated with just about every pollutant imaginable. There will be zero margin for error on this mission, but if I inhale too many of those pollutants, they’ll almost certainly hamper my performance. So for the past few weeks, I’ve been searching for a solution…”

He pulled a carefully rolled-up piece of paper from his pocket, and spread it out in his lap to reveal a detailed scientific drawing of the cat-erpillar and its cocoon, along with a sketch of a mountain with wisps of smoke emanating from the peak.

“Every generation of the Sunburst Mountain Cat-erpillar pupates near volcanic vents, and as a result, they’ve evolved so that their chrysalides absorb and break down a wide variety of toxins. I learned of their existence shortly after coming to your world, and I’ve been trying to track one down ever since in the hope that harvesting some of that chrysalis material would help me design an air filter to get around that pollution problem — but unfortunately, the location of Sunburst Mountain has been lost to time, since those vents are dormant most of the year. The whole time I’ve been here in the valley, I’ve just been stumbling around blindly without glimpsing hide nor hair of any of the right cat-erpillar species.”

He flipped his paper over, and pulled out a pen. “The period of vent activity should only last another week or two this year, and at this rate I’m probably going to miss it — but if you could tell me where you saw that specimen the other day, then I’d have my best lead yet!”

“Cool!” Sprig exclaimed, at the same time that Anne spoke up:

“I gotta admit, tracking down a lost volcano sounds like loads of fun, but… cat-erpillars are a lot more dangerous than they look. Sprig can tell you about the Domino Two incident — did not end well for anyone, except maybe Domino Two herself.”

“Oh, I know how to handle myself, don’t worry! I’ve conquered many foes more deadly than a mere —”

They were interrupted by a yelp as Hop Pop jumped straight up, slamming into the ceiling.

“Darn it, Ford, I know you mean us no harm, but every time I walk by here I think there’s an owl perched on our couch and my heart skips a beat!” He rubbed his head, and began collecting the books he’d dropped.

Sprig snapped his fingers. “That’s it, an owl! I knew he reminded me of something predatory!”

“What?” Ford scowled. “I do not look like an owl!”

“Uh, except you kinda do!” Polly chimed in, bouncing into the living room behind Hop Pop. “There’s your big wide eyes, and the way your eyebrows jump up and your head whirls right around whenever you hear something behind you — oh, and the way your cloak billows behind you like giant wings!”

“You’ve got to be joking! I —”

“Such a majestic and terrifying creature!” Polly went on, tugging on Ford’s cloak. “You are the swift and deadly hunter I wish to emulate! Will you teach me your ways?”

Ford’s mouth opened and then closed, at a loss for words, but Anne cut in.

“Hey, that’s enough. Owls are supposed to be wise, remember? Ford set his face on fire less than five minutes after we met him. I think that instantly disqualifies him from owl resemblance.”

Ford just shook his head as Anne and Hop Pop cackled.

“And did you see how he slept on the couch last night?” Sprig added. “His face was buried in a whole stack of pillows and his feet were practically out the window! No majestic old owl would sleep like that!”

“I still want to see him in action, though,” Polly declared. “What do you hunt, old man? Tell me so that I may watch you and learn your ways of stealth and dismemberment!”

“I’m not planning to dismember any endangered species if I can avoid it,” Ford corrected her. “But you’re welcome to come with me anyways. The more eyes who know this area, the better!”

“Ooh, can we take Bessie?” Sprig asked. “Anne can drive us!”

Hop Pop’s eyes narrowed. “I don’t know. I’ve got errands to run, and I’m not sure how I feel about letting you all run off without a chaperone…”

Ford stifled a laugh. “Hopediah, I’ve earned degrees in everything from cryptobiology to quantum physics — I’m basically the best chaperone these kids could hope for. Think of it as an educational outing!”

“Oh, well why didn’t you say so? That’s fine, then — just be sure to be back before nightfall!”

“Woo-hoo!” Anne cheered. “Time for an adventure with the weird hobo scientist from outer space that we adopted!”

“Adventure! Adventure! Adventure!” Sprig and Polly chanted. Anne joined in almost immediately, and after a moment, Ford did too.

***

“Okay, I think this is where we saw it,” Anne announced as Bessie the snail slowed to a halt at the edge of a clearing. The meadow was dotted with patches of mud, and seemed devoid of any life besides a lone chickfly that squawked and flew off as the gang dismounted.

“It looks… swampier than last time,” Sprig mused. “Did it rain over here or something?”

Ford knelt down in front of one of the patches of exposed mud, removing his glove to run a finger along the edge. “If anything, it looks like a creature tore up the grass at the surface while hunting here, revealing the damp earth underneath.”

“But these claw markings are huge! Whatever made them must be bigger than me!” Anne shuddered. “Ford, do you know why everything is so giant here?”

“Not for sure, but I can certainly speculate!” Ford’s face lit up. “For one thing, my preliminary scans have shown that there’s more oxygen in the atmosphere of this dimension than there is in the environment either you or I would’ve came from, which paleontology suggests may allow for life to grow larger.”

“Ugh, forget I asked,” Anne muttered, but Sprig bounded over to Ford’s side, eyes wide.

“Wow, really? If you and Anne keep breathing our air, will you get bigger too?”

“Not necessarily due to the oxygen concentrations,” Ford told him, “but that’s not the only difference between our dimensions! Gravity is slightly weaker here too, which most importantly means that it’ll be easier for the skeletons of megafauna to support their body mass, but also could cause Anne and I to pick up a few extra millimeters when our spinal columns expand. The effect should be subtle, but less weight pressing our vertebrae together means we’ll stand a little taller.”

“You’re not a majestic owlish hunter after all,” Polly groaned. “You’re just a nerd.”

“He’s a brave adventurer and he knows all about everything!” Sprig told her. “I want to be just like him when I grow up!”

“Two nerds,” Polly grumbled.

“Hey, guys?” Anne poked Sprig in the shoulder with a stick. “There’s something coming this way, and it’s kinda… on fire?”

“Where?” Ford leapt to his feet. “Is it a cat-erpillar?”

“No, it’s more like… an amorphous blob.” Anne pointed towards the creature, which had made its way almost halfway across the clearing. “I’d stay back, in case it explodes in our faces… oh, or you could just walk right up to it! That too!”

“Would you look at that!” Ford exclaimed, kneeling at the creature’s side. “I hadn’t expected to find any cryptozoological oddities I was familiar with here!”

“Cryptozoological?” Sprig tilted his head. “I thought that stuff was all bogus.”

“As in, like, cryptids?” Anne asked. “I saw a Moss-Man here once, does that count?”

Ford plucked a twig from the ground and placed it in the palm of his hand, which he then slowly extended towards the anomaly. The mass of its body seemed to be concentrated in a blob of mud that spilled across the ground with a radius of about half a foot and a height of about five inches at its highest point, from which several plumes of glowing green gas extended.

Two small, dark eyes blinked within the largest plume, and a muddy tendril extended from the creature’s base. For a moment, the mud began to pool in Ford’s hand, but then it pulled the twig back to its main body with a sudden slurp, leaving almost no dirt or moisture behind whatsoever. The twig vanished inside the muddy blob, and the creature gurgled in satisfaction.

Ford ran a hand through the fiery-looking plumes and Anne cringed, but he didn’t get burned. The creature’s flickering eyes widened as it responded with some semblance of a purr, apparently eager for more petting.

“Fascinating! I’ve encountered Scampfires back home, but I think this individual might be better referred to as a ‘Swampfire!’ Although technically speaking, there doesn’t seem to be any actual fire involved — I suspect it’s fueled by phosphorus and hydrocarbon compounds from that muddy blob of biomass, which undergo some form chemiluminescence to produce light without a substantial amount of heat.”

“Is it dangerous?” Polly asked. “Or will it help us on our quest?”

“Neither, I think,” Ford replied. “It seems perfectly content to just ooze along here and keep absorbing plant matter while we head on our way — although, I should really get a quick sketch first!” He pulled out a pen and notebook, adjusted his sitting position, and set to work.

“What happened to finding the cat-erpillar?” Anne groaned. “I thought that was some critically vital mission or something!”

“Oh, it is!” Ford told her. “But it’s not every day one gets to discover and catalog a new anomaly! You know, I wouldn’t be surprised if Swampfires exist in my dimension too, but are endangered due to habitat loss… Humanity really needs to do a better job of preserving wetlands and all the biodiversity they contain…”

Sprig peered over Ford’s shoulder at his work — a set of simple drawings, cartoonish yet detailed enough to capture all the details of the Swampfire’s form in multiple poses. “Wow! You drew that so fast!”

“Thank you, I’ve been doing this for quite a while! Now, Swampy, if you could hold that pose for just a moment…”

Swampy, naturally, chose that moment to bolt, darting back between the trees with surprising speed as its lights dimmed.

“Drat. Well, what I’ve got down here is still better than nothing —”

“Hey, guys?” Anne asked. “Is it just me, or did a really big shadow just pass over us?”

In unison, the four of them looked up. Above, a massive shape blocked out the sun — a shape with wide eyes, a pointed beak, and long, silently flapping wings.

“Scatter!” Ford shouted as the owl dove towards the clearing, and the children bolted as its talons raked the ground.

***

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Thanks for reading, feedback/reblogs are appreciated as always!

This was very fun to write, as fics with Ford often are, because I got to use him as an excuse to ramble about science! Since Sprig showed an interest in science in “Family Shrub,” I figured he’d be pretty inquisitive, and look up to the whole adventurer-scientist deal Ford has going on.

Swampy the Swampfire, also known as the best character I’ve ever written about, is based partly off the Scampfires from Journal 3, and partly off of the “will-o-the-wisp” ghost lights, which are believed to be a result of gases produced in wetlands by decaying plants. (The endangered due to habitat loss detail Ford mentions isn’t a joke, either — according to Wikipedia, will-o-the-wisp sightings are rarer nowadays, and it’s probably because wetlands keep getting destroyed. We need to save the Swampfires!)

#amphibia #gravity falls #stanford pines #anne boonchuy #sprig plantar #polly plantar #fic: ford in amphibia #rosalia writes fic

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