#tag dump woof

[softfuzzyships]

F/O List (Updated 5/24/25)

Mains

lio fotia 💍4/25/20 (promare) #🔥you ignite my BURNING SOUL

lelouch lamperouge 💍12/17/20 (code geass) #👑my own checkmate

kurapika kurta (hunter x hunter) #⛓️buried in your eyes

kyojuro rengoku (demon slayer) #☀️the sun rises

nicholas d. wolfwood (trigun '98/max/stampede) #✝️take me under undertaker

mithrun of kerensil (dungeon meshi) #🐑who is the lamb and who is the knife?

edmond dantes (fate grand order) #💎raison d’etre

integra hellsing (hellsing) #⚜️a cigarette and whiskey and you

tohru adachi (persona 4) #🛑fog of war

Romantic

makoto naegi (danganronpa)

hajime hinata & nagito komaeda (super danganronpa 2)

diluc ragnvindr (genshin impact)

thoma (genshin impact)

moe wolf (the bad guys) #🐺bad wolf don’t bite

angelica (eloquent countenance) #🕊️

zani (wuthering waves) #🍸love is a high speed chase

sissel (ghost trick) #😎can you smooch a ghost?

arthur pendragon (fate grand order)

claude von reigan (fire emblem: three houses) #🦌golden dearest

mitsuru kirijo (persona 3)

elizabeth (persona 3)

kai sato (your turn to die) #🍳honey I’m home

noel levine (witch's heart)

mountain shaper (genshin impact)

nooshy (sing 2) #🐾barefaced animal

yuki sohma (fruits basket)

roy mustang (full metal alchemist) #spicy boyfriend

sam (stardew valley)

pure vanilla cookie (cookie run)

toshinori yagi (my hero academia)

balalaika (black lagoon) #in moscow's hotel

Familial

nunnally lamperouge (code geass)

galo thymos (promare)

tomioka giyu (demon slayer) #🌊ocean man

vash the stampede (trigun '98/max/stampede) #🍩bulletproof heart

sirius gibson (witch's heart)

robin hood (fate grand order)

gon freecss & killua zoldyck (hunter x hunter)

Platonic

student council & the black knights (code geass)

suzaku kururugi (code geass)

the canaries (dungeon meshi)

kabru of utaya (dungeon meshi)

oda nobunaga (fate grand order)

jeanne d'arc & jeanne alter (fate grand order)

alucard (hellsing)

investigation team (persona 4) #📺you’re watching the midnight channel

nanako & ryotaro dojima (persona 4)

I just think they're neat

neuvillette (genshin impact)

arlecchino (genshin impact)

kaveh (genshin impact)

hrid (fire emblem: heroes)

yuli (pop’n music)

zhezhi (wuthering waves)

sunday (honkai star rail)

[i-ate-all-of-my-toes]

mkay guys im back

but heres the catch.

Your dear toe is growing inconsistent. Ergo, there will no longer be your beloved daily art.

its not you its me.

anyways heres what i've been up to. I'll post some more images when I don't have a crappy ass computer camera.

so we have pfps. also chromatic has a bot that isn't lore accurate but its close at least.

eugh. class doodles below VVV

playlist cover raaaggghhh

woag i use alight motion again??? (wip btw)

also theres some videos on my youtube that I posted while gone, and since I cant put more than one video, go check that out

decorated for v-day woohoo

played with invert here ^^^ lore dumping for new ocs will come soon chat i promise

i think thats all for now chat.

reminder that commissions are open (assuming i turned them back on)

[maplesyrupsainz]

˖⁺｡˚⋆˙everyone knows | CS55˖⁺｡˚⋆˙

pairing: carlos sainz x ferrari admin!reader y/n (she/her)

genre: social media au, established relationship

warnings: none just fluff as usual!

summary: in which your boyfriend moves teams but that doesn't stop you from simping in the comments

a/n: i jus put carlos in red bull!!! & used random pics from old era tbh so kind of disregard tht lolz

request!!!: after Carlos moves to a new team , reader who still works for Ferrari now simps over Carlos in the comments in Carlos' new team post's (like.. the one on the left is a hottie) with Ferraris account too lol

fc: various brunette girls from pinterest

prequel

my masterlist

twitter ->

instagram ->

yourusername 📍 abu dhabi

liked by carlossainz55, charles_leclerc, and 481,263 others

yourusername his last race in ferrari ❤️

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user4 dont remind me

user5 our fav couple forced to work apart how could they do this 💔💔💔

liked by yourusername

user6 WAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

carlossainz55 had the best season with you ❤️

yourusername love you

carlossainz55 i love you forever

user7 some of u acting like they breaking up LOL

user8 tbh im excited to see carlos at red bull next season 🤷‍♀️

user9 me too!!!

user10 forza ferrari 💔💔

scuderiaferrari 📍 bahrain

liked by charles_leclerc, lewishamilton, and 883,137 others

scuderiaferrari finally here for the start of the 2025 season how are we all feeling? 👀

tagged: charles_leclerc, lewishamilton

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user11 lewis in red 🫨

user12 still not used to seeing carlos NOT in ferrari red

user13 we miss him.....

user14 everyone shutup and appreciate lewis lol

user15 how are WE feeling??! how are YOU feeling girl!!!

user16 ferrari admin found crying

carlossainz55 📍 bahrain

liked by scuderiaferrari, yourusername, and 780,124 others

carlossainz55 life in navy blue

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user17 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹

user18 so proud of u carlos

user19 i luv him and y/n sm

scuderiaferrari woof woof woof

carlossainz55 hi ferrari.

scuderiaferrari heyyy hahahhh soo.....u single?

carlossainz55 😀 urm.

user20 she is so weird im obsessed with it

maxverstappen1 glad to have you back 🙂

carlossainz55 glad to be back!!

redbullracing 💙💙

liked by carlossainz55

redbullracing 📍 jeddah

liked by maxverstappen1, yourusername, and 834,988 others

redbullracing race weekend!!

tagged: maxverstappen1, carlossainz55

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user21 love seeing them back racing together

user22 💙💙💙💙💙💙

user23 waiting for a y/n comment tbh

user24 my fav duo

maxverstappen1 💙

kellypiquet 💙

scuderiaferrari omg who is that in the second pic???? sooo hot is he single??

user25 😂😂😂😂😂

redbullracing our new rookie driver🥹

scuderiaferrari no way...he looks familiar though?

carlossainz55 it's me, hi

charles_leclerc ferrari admin please refrain from simping for other team's drivers

scuderiaferrari ferrari admin plz stop simping😂😂😂 shut up nerd

user26 omg i just screamed my head off hahaha

twitter ->

messages ->

twitter ->

instagram ->

yourusername

liked by carlossainz55, maxverstappen1, and 532,711 others

yourusername little race dump

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user30 is that her & carlos omg 😭

user31 realest girl ever

user32 my fav simpee

user33 does she ever go in the rb garage for carlos or wear their merch 🤔

kellypiquet 💙💙

liked by yourusername

user34 they're friends?

user35 she's so normal on this account

user36 she lets her feral side out on ferrari account 😭

carlossainz55 gorgeous girl

yourusername no u

carlossainz55 true i am a gorgeous girl

redbullracing 📍 australia

liked by scuderiaferrari, carlossainz55, and 891,367 others

redbullracing another great weekend!

tagged: carlossainz55, maxverstappen1

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user37 my fav team

user38 oh hi charles in the back

user39 y/n using charles as an excuse to comment when?

user40 legendaryyy

scuderiaferrari so proud of our boy!!! 🫶

redbullracing we're looking after him dont worry

scuderiaferrari 🥹🥹🥹

user41 omg this is surprisingly wholesome

user42 i love ferrari admin she just wants carlos to be happy wherever he is

user43 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹

carlossainz55 posted a story

liked by charles_leclerc, maxverstappen1, and 423,728 others

user44 AWWWWW STOP IT

user45 omg i just screamed

user46 i LOVE her

charles_leclerc she's a real one

pierregasly everyone's fav red bull fan in red clothing

landonorris awww look at everyone's fav f1 team social media admin xx

yourusername .......ur lucky i love you

THE END ❤️💙

[viceroywrites]

deja vu - part eight (stan route)

planning out your road trip through the pacific northwest, you find yourself inexplicably drawn to the town of gravity falls.

little did you know that this town held more memories than you could have possibly imagined.

too bad you didn't remember any of them.

stan x fem!reader / ford x fem!reader

choose your own adventure / contains fluff and angst (w/ happy ending)

part seven | part nine

interested in the ford route? click here for masterlist.

a!n: woof, this took me a hot minute to complete this chapter but i finally got it done! this chapter is very memory-dump heavy so i hope it's worth the wait. i truly appreciate everyone's patience with this series and i hope you enjoy this chapter! ford's chapter should be up for sure by the end of this month!

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With each creek of the wooden floorboards beneath his sock-clad feet, Stan winces as he passes by his brother’s room. His hand carefully turns the door knob, peeking through the crack. His breath that he’s been holding in the entire trek down the stairs finally escapes his lips at the sight of his brother laying in his bed, his limbs dangling off the edge and the book he was reading before dozing off dropped to the floor.

Stan quietly closes the door before making his way to the vending machine, looking behind him cautiously. It was like deja vu from last summer, sneaking around in the middle of the night while everyone sleeps as Stan punches the code to give him entry to the basement below.

In his hand, he holds the cold metal of the capsule he had found days ago, having forgotten about it until his dream sparked a memory that Stan could not ignore.

Y/N Memories 2.

Stan grabs the office chair, taking a seat in it before wheeling over to the gold plated monitor that Ford and you have been using to watch your memories back this past week. After carefully placing the capsule into the slot, he sits back, the screen fizzling to life.

You stare at the family photo of the Pines family, a younger Ford with his arm wrapped around another boy who is the spitting image of him, having found it after digging through his wallet to grab a tip for the pizza delivery guy.

As you walk back down the hallway to Fiddleford and Ford’s dorm room, your thumb runs over Stan’s face, seeing the huge boyish grin across his features. Despite having the same features as your boyfriend, there was a distinct difference in style and even personality that showed through in the worn-out photo. Opening the door to Ford’s room, you take a seat on his bed silently, placing the pizza box down.

Ford is preoccupied with the textbook in front of him, jotting down notes as he starts to say, “Thanks for grabbing me food, dear. You know how I get during midterms, I promise we’ll eat once I-”

You cut Ford off, holding up the photo, “Ford, who is this?”

Ford finally looks up from his textbook, the color in his face draining at what you are holding up. He quickly snatches it from you, tucking it into his cardigan pocket, “T-That’s Shermie, of course. Remember you met him when we visited New Jersey last summer?”

“Stanford Filbrick Pines, the person in that photo with you is clearly your age, Shermie would’ve been a baby in that photo. Unless you somehow figured out how to clone yourself at age fourteen, which we know if you did, you wouldn’t be at Backupsmore of all places.” You point out. Your gaze is full of skepticism, waiting expectantly for an answer.

He winces at your usage of his full name and lets out a deep sigh of defeat, getting up from the desk chair. Taking a seat next to you, he pulls the photo of his cardigan pocket, “I knew this day was going to come eventually. My so-called clone,” Ford runs a finger over his brother’s face, “is my twin brother, Stanley.”

You look back and forth between the photo and Ford, jaw dropped in disbelief, “And you failed to tell me this? Stanford, we’ve been together for almost two years now, I would expect something like this to come up.” Ford places the photo in your hands, the sight of it causing conflicted feelings to rise to the surface, “Well, there was a reason for that. My brother and I aren’t exactly on talking terms…”

You see the sadness etched across Ford’s features, and reach over to place your hand over his, “What happened, Ford?”

Stan watches his brother share with you his side of the story, wincing at the bitter edge in Ford’s voice when he mentions how Stan ruined his perpetual motion machine. It feels surreal to watch this play out, hearing the frustration and anger but also sadness his brother’s voice over things that they had put behind them last summer.

He waits for your response with bated breath, almost expecting you to default to defending and comforting Ford like everyone else had done at the time. 

“Ford, why didn’t you go after him? That’s your twin brother.” You say in surprise.

“Y/N, did you not hear what I just said? He ruined my chances at getting into my dream school!” Ford sighs in exasperation, a pang of guilt running through him, “Besides… what was I supposed to do? Even if I did stand up for Stanley that day, I would have ended up on the streets with him.”

You decide to let the protest in your mouth go, seeing how uncomfortable the conversation was making Ford. You also figured he already felt bad enough that he couldn’t do more for his brother at the time without risking his own future.  You glance back down at the photo before standing up to slip it back into Ford’s wallet, “Listen, I know you two aren’t on talking terms right now… but when you’re ready, you should at least check up on him. See how he’s doing.”

Ford chuckles, “Now, you’re sounding like my mom.”

“Well, she’s a wonderful woman so you should listen to her more.” You say, pinching Ford’s cheek affectionately before opening the pizza box.

Stan watched the static fizzle to transition to the next memory, but his mind was still reeling from the revelations.

Despite the fact that you had never met him and your first impressions were all coming from Ford, you came to his defense.

The last glance Ford gave to Stan before he was thrown out actually was one of regret, a silent wish Ford had that he had spoken up and defended his brother.

You met his mom, the only person who showed up to his fake funeral.

He continues to watch as each year, you encourage Ford to reach out, attempting to bridge the gap between the brothers. Stan rolls his eyes, arms crossed defensively almost out of reflex when hearing his brother tear apart one of his infomercials, but can’t help but smile as you come to his defense.

“I mean you gotta give him credit for trying, Ford. He actually really knows how to sell a product.” You say, sitting next to Ford on the arm of the chair that was in front of the TV. The two of you were unwinding for the evening after a long day of anomaly hunting, flipping through the channels before seeing a familiar face pop onto the screen, selling a new product called the Rip Off.

“He’s always been like that, trying to come up with some sort of get rich quick scheme.” Ford scoffed though it was less venom, almost laughing at the sight of his brother with a ridiculous mustache.

The phone rings and Ford shoots up, “That might be Fiddleford returning my call!” 

Just as Ford exits the room, your eyebrow raises as Stan begins to rattle off a number to place an order for his product. As the number appears on screen, you grab a nearby scrap of paper and pen, jotting it down.

Later that night, when Ford is asleep, you creep downstairs, wincing each time the floor creaks. You dial the numbers scrawled on the piece of paper you kept tucked in your pocket.

The phone rings for quite some time and just as you’re about to give up and hang up, you hear the line pick up.

“Hello?” A gruff voice, slightly deeper from just being woken up, answers.

“Is this Stanley Pines?” You ask, hoping you got the right number, not realizing that Stan was using a different alias in the infomercial, Steve Pinington. 

There’s a pause, Stan staring at the phone in confusion and panic. He hadn’t gone by his real name since he left Jersey, being chased from state to state after his scams had failed.

“Listen, if the debt collector sent you to get money from me, tell him I need at least another week.” He answers, catching you off guard at his response. You blink owlishly for a brief moment before responding, “Look, I’m not sure what you’re talking about, but I’m calling about Ford Pines, your brother.”

The phone practically slips from Stan’s hold in shock at the mention of his brother. It had been years since he heard from any of his family, and now there was a random stranger calling him in the middle of the night, mentioning his brother. His heart felt like it dropped into his stomach, fearing the worst may have happened to Ford and he quickly dropped his guard, “Did something happen to Ford? Is he okay?”

You hear the concern in Stan’s voice and quickly explain, “Nothing happened, he’s fine! Listen, I know this is quite unorthodox and you two haven’t spoken in years but I saw your number on an infomercial and figured this may be my only chance to reach out on his behalf. To maybe get you two talking again.’

Stan quickly relaxed, breathing a sigh of relief when he realized Ford wasn't in danger but it in turn led his defenses to go right back up, “Listen, if Ford wants to finally talk to me after all these years, he can do it himself. He didn’t have to send his… what are you his secretary, lab assistant..?” Stan questions.

You let out an exasperated sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose, “I’m his partner.” 

There’s a long, drawn out silence, so long that you almost think the call dropped. Stan finally speaks, “You sure you’re not pulling my leg here?”

“No, as hard as it may be for you to believe, I am dating your brother.” You reply, shaking your head in disbelief that you are having this conversation. It’s clear the brothers had differences in personality, and yet there were some similarities that you could pinpoint.

Their shared stubbornness being one of them. 

“I take it my brother has no idea you’re calling me considering you decided to call at…” There’s a pause, Stan leaning over and squinting to check the time on the digital clock by his bedside, “2 AM.”

“He has no clue.” You mutter, twirling the phone cord in your finger. It dawns on you how impulsive this plan was and perhaps it was naive of you to think that Stan would even want to talk to his brother after everything that’s happened. 

Stan runs a hand over his tired face, still perplexed by the situation. Never would he have imagined that the next time he would hear about his brother would be through his supposed partner. After all, the last image of Ford he had in his brain was the geeky, lanky teen whose closet consisted primarily of sweater vests and stuffy turtlenecks. 

“Hey, uh, what has Ford said about me?” Stan asks, “Not that I expect him to rave about me at all.” He muttered, a bit embarrassed to admit that he still cared to this day what his brother thought about him. 

“Not… all bad things.” You say with a slight hesitation, wincing at how that sounded. “He told me everything that led up to you two not being on speaking terms, how you were always hot-headed and always stirred up trouble.” You admit, trying to dance around the topic of Stan getting thrown out and causing Ford to lose his opportunity of getting into his dream school.

“Ha… not sure what I was hoping for by asking, but thanks for being-” Stan chuckles bitterly, but you interrupt him before he can finish his thought. “But if you ask me, I think it’s all a front.  I mean the man literally has a photo of the two of you in his wallet… that’s how I found out you existed in the first place.

Stan’s heart feels full after hearing those words come from you. After all, he was starting to give up any hope that Ford would want him to be a part of his life again after the mistake he made those years ago. A sense of relief washes over him, and for once after all these years, he feels like he can breathe easy. 

Hearing you yawn breaks his train of thought, and Stan clears his throat, “Hey, uh, I realize I didn’t catch your name.” You share your name with him and he commits it to memory, “Thanks for reaching out. I get why Ford wouldn’t want to talk to me yet, but if he ever is open to it, tell him don’t be a stranger.”

You smile, “Don’t worry, I’ll keep bugging him, he’ll cave eventually.”

Stan laughs, taking enjoyment in someone bugging Ford in his absence, “I like your moxie.”

Stan knew deep-down when he first ran into you on the side of the road that there was something special about you. He wasn’t able to name it until now, but as he walked around the Mystery Shack, giving you a tour, your presence was strangely comforting, almost like the two of you knew each other for years.

Watching the two of you exchange late night calls back and forth over the next few months, his fond smile quickly dissipates, seeing your features grow more and more weary and tired despite the chipper tone you try to fake over the phone. Each time you hang up, you walk back upstairs, looking wistfully at the entrance of the basement as you pass it before heading back to an empty bed, the sheets on the other side perfectly made and untouched. 

Once Fiddleford had arrived, you had opted to write letters to be more covert since Ford and Fiddleford were often up late working on the portal. Seeing you open the letters in excitement, laughing over Stan’s amusing stories about his life as a door to door salesman, sparked a memory of Stan’s, and he quickly begins rummaging through the drawers, rifling through the various papers, books, and knick-knacks that mostly belonged to Ford.

Stan pauses, hearing his brother’s voice on the tape and looks up, wincing as he gets a glimmer of what you and Ford’s fights were like. In all honesty, he tried to avoid asking either of you too many details about what happened all those years ago, especially given the tension that was continuing to rise with every memory you got back. Yet here it was in front of his eyes in fuzzy definition.

“Y/N, will you please stop fretting over me?” Ford sighs in exasperation, his eyes bloodshot from the countless all-nighters he had been pulling the past week. His brown locks are askew, having run his hands through them in frustration over and over again.

You stand at the doorway of the basement, a thick blanket draped around your frame. A frown is set across your features, seeing Ford neglecting basic needs like food, sleep and even hygiene this past month to work on the portal. You had hoped things were starting to turn around - after all, it had been ages since Bill had paid him a visit, and you, Fiddleford and him actually spent a wonderful Christmas together, drinking eggnog and reminiscing about college days.

“Ford, you’ve been at this for days. You’re not a super computer that can crank out equations day in and day out, you’re a human being that needs to sleep and eat.” You say with a stern tone, approaching him from behind. He hadn’t even spared you a glance, eyes fixated on the equations before him that were key to completing the portal that loomed past the glass. 

Trust No One.

The words that his muse told him right after the holidays resonated in his mind for days on end, wary of Fiddleford and you. The insomnia was not helping his growing paranoia, wondering if the two of you were slowing down his progress on purpose.

You attempt to place a hand over his shoulder, but he shrugs it off, knowing he will cave the moment he feels your touch. You recoil your hand, feeling the burn of his rejection. 

“I’m finished having this discussion with you, I would expect you of all people to realize how important it is to me and why I cannot take any more breaks.” Ford says with a dismissive tone, “I already wasted too much time over the holidays putzing around.”

Your eyes narrow, and Ford can practically feel your glare burning a hole in the back of his head. “Do you really think that Christmas we all spent together was a waste of time?”

“Well no but-”

“Bill came back, didn’t he?”

Ford’s shoulders tensing gives you the answer you need. Your feet carry you back up the stairs, not turning back around despite Ford’s protests.

“Damn it all.” Ford curses under his breath, his hands slamming onto the desk, the equations beneath his fingertips crumpling. He looks up, the inverted triangle mocking him in the distance. “Forgive me, Y/N, but I must set my eyes on the prize. Once I make this breakthrough, opportunities await us.”

You attempt to fight back the sudden wave of emotion. You pass the living room, the glow of the TV illuminating Fiddleford’s figure passed out on the couch with his banjo still in his hands. You walk up to pull the instrument from his fingers and wrap the blanket draped over the back of the chair over him. “Is he still workin’ away?” Fiddleford asks groggily, half-asleep. You wipe the stray tear that had dropped from your lash onto your cheek, swallowing down the lump in your throat before replying, “Yeah… get some rest, Fidds.”

Just as you’re about to head back up the stairs, you pause at the steps, hearing the phone ringing in the kitchen. You glance over your shoulder cautiously, relieved to see Fiddleford fast asleep before scurrying over to answer it.  You know the only one that could be possibly calling at this hour had to be Stan, but it had been quite some time since you two called one another. 

“Stan?” You answer the phone. Stan twirled his finger around the cord of the pay phone, eyebrow raising at the shaky tone of your voice, “Everything okay, doll?” You clear your throat, letting out a bit of a dry chuckle, “I should be the one asking that considering that you’re calling.” A smile finally spreads across Stan’s face in what seems like ages, “Look at you turning the question back on me, clever gal. But really, is everything alright over there? Ford do something stupid?”

You let out a sigh, not wanting to burden his own brother with the details of your ongoing fights, especially considering the man was constantly on the run, practically living out of his car at this point, “Something like that… but seriously, why’re you calling? I thought we were sticking to writing to each other.” Stan rubbed the back of his neck, glancing back as he heard police sirens in the distance, “Well, that’s why I called. I’m skipping town, just wanted to let you know just in case I didn’t write back for a bit.”

You blink at the sudden news, “Any plans on where you’re heading to next?” You ask, a silent yet slightly selfish wish that he might be heading towards Oregon. “Oklahoma, not sure exactly where yet. Gotta scrounge up some cash first before I can find a place to stay.”

“Oh Stan, are you sure you don’t want me to-” Stan interrupts you before you can finish, “No, I’ll figure it out.”

Ah, there’s that shared Pines twin stubbornness again.

“Are you sure? I just want you to have somewhere safe and warm to stay for the night at least instead of sleeping in your car tonight.” You sigh. Stan can hear the disappointment in your voice and attempts to quell your worries, “I’m sure, doll. Promise I’ll shoot you a letter once I’m settled.” 

You decide to not push further, wrapping the blanket tighter around your frame as a sudden breeze rushes through the kitchen from a crack in the window, “Alright, stay safe, okay? I don’t want to wake up to hear I’m your one phone call if you land up in a jail cell tonight.”

“No more Tijuana nights for me, I promise.” Stan chuckles, wishing you a good night before hanging up the phone on the receiver. 

“Aha! Found it!” Stan exclaims to himself, finding a stack of crumpled up letters he had stuffed in an overdue bill envelope. He unfolds the letters, spreading them across the table and skimming through the contents. With each word he reads, the memories start to piece together, recalling several nights where the only genuine connection that he experienced was seeing a letter from you slide through the bottom of whatever motel room he was staying at.

The tape almost becomes background noise to him, fixated on the content of the letters. It eats Stan up at the realization with each letter that passes that you were subtly hinting through your words for him to come visit, desperate to find someone that Ford would listen to.

Despite all logic telling him that it may not have made a difference, there is a tiny voice in the back of his mind that wonders if he just put aside his ego, his stubbornness, his pride, would things have been different?

He finally gets to the letter from his dream, eyes snapping up to see that he’s finally caught up to the tape as he watches you write and send out the letter. 

That’s the last letter in his hand and Stan expects the static to fizzle out, signalling the end of your memories with him.

It doesn’t.

The scene reveals you storming up the stairs of the basement, flinging the door wide open as Ford’s voice, arguably with more venom than Stan has ever heard in his life, yell,

“Fine, I don’t need anyone! I don’t need Fiddleford, and I don’t need you! All you’ve ever done is hold me back!”

The words sting for Stan despite not being on the receiving end of them, a hauntingly familiar insecurity rising to the surface.

You pack up every single remnant of your existence that was in the Mystery Shack, tears streaming down your face. Your hands stuffing clothes into your suitcase without a semblance of care, your vision blurring to the point where you can barely make out what you’re putting in the bag. 

You reach aimlessly into your bedside drawer to grab as much of your belongings as possible, the wood jostling around before the frame that sits atop of it topples over and falls to the floor. The glass shatters, and yet you don’t waste any time trying to pick it up and salvage it, leaving it behind much like you and Ford’s relationship.

Your feet carry you out the door, giving one last glance at the Mystery Shack. You stood there for a moment, a part of you perhaps hoping that Ford would come running through the door. That he would chase after you, pull you into his arms and apologize for the painful words that were now carved into your psyche. That he would shut down the portal that evening, and leave this whole ordeal and his so-called muse behind. 

The wind howled around you as the last ounce of hope within you died when he didn’t come out.

You walk aimlessly for a while before finally making your way into the small town, its atmosphere quiet and calm with most of its residents fast asleep. You wander over to the local inn, taking the key from the innkeeper and making your way to the room. Dropping your bags to the floor, the weight of Ford’s words and the reality of your relationship’s end finally sinks in, and you collapse onto the bed.

Days pass before you muster the strength to even leave the room, the grief making your limbs feel heavy to the point where you only get out of bed to go to the bathroom. You finally realize you can’t survive on granola bars and water bottles after the fourth day, mustering enough energy to change your clothes and make your way into town for a decent meal. 

You grab a photo on top of your pile of clothes, turning it around reluctantly and expecting to see a photo of you and Ford. You freeze, seeing the Pines twins staring back at you. Brown eyes looking at each other, full of hopes and dreams of a future beyond their beachside hometown.

Stanley.

You clutched the photo in your hands for a while, conflicted on what to do. Would it cause you more pain to keep in touch? Did you have any right to stay in contact with Stan, the brother of the man that broke your heart?

Blood is thicker than water, and despite the brothers’ distant relationship, you knew that with enough time, they would be closer than ever.

The growl of your stomach interrupts your thoughts, and you decide to make a decision about how to proceed with a clearer head after a much needed meal and some coffee. After hoovering down way too many stacks of pancakes at the local diner, you take a stroll through the town. During your entire time in Gravity Falls, Ford and you kept to yourselves for the most part, rarely venturing into town unless for bare essentials. The townspeople of Gravity Falls were quirky to say the least, but they were warm and welcoming, almost oblivious to the anomalies that Ford has been chasing and cataloging for the past few years.

It seemed almost like a luxury, the ability to be unaware of the strange happenings that occurred in the surrounding woods. A luxury that you were beginning to envy.

You shake the thought, stopping by the local post office before heading back to the inn. Your fingers gingerly pick up the photo, and you take a seat at the desk, taking the pen with the inn’s worn-out logo and twirling it in between your fingers, a habit you had subconsciously picked up from Ford. You catch yourself, stopping before flipping the photo over and beginning to write.

Hi Stan,

I really wish I was reaching out in better circumstances, but unfortunately, that’s not the case.

Ford’s gotten too deep into his research, and I can’t continue to sit by while he destroys himself and everything around him to reach this goal. 

I had to walk away, but he’s all on his own, and I know he’s much too stubborn and prideful to ask for help. I’m sorry to put this burden on you, but please go see him, Stan. He needs someone to talk some sense into him, and if anyone can get through to him, I know it’s you.

I really wish we could have met, that we could have teased Ford together, seen the two of you back together thick as thieves. Even though we’ve only talked through letters and over the phone, I know you’ve got a heart of gold underneath that rough exterior. I have to admit that you brought out lightness in a really dark time for me.

I hope life treats you kinder, I hope things turn around, and you get to take all the adventures in the world one day with Ford. I’ll be rooting for you.

Please take care of yourself. 

Sincerely,

Y/N

Droplets of water hit the photo, slightly smearing the ink. Wiping them away with the back of your sleeve, you tuck the photo into an envelope and seal it with a sense of finality.

The memories flood back to Stan just like they did last summer, and everything seems much clearer like the time he realized he needed glasses after jokingly putting on Ford’s to imitate him. 

It dawns on him that he never got your final letter, only Ford’s postcard. 

Maybe he narrowly missed it, having packed his belongings the moment he got Ford’s plea for help. 

Maybe it got lost in the mail, laying amongst a pile of letters that would never be opened.

Whatever the reason, it tore him apart that he went all those years thinking you forgot about him, tossing him aside in your mind without a second thought to even reach out for a goodbye. His brain having lumped into the same category as every single person in his hometown that thought he was good for nothing, his twin brother being the only reason why anyone would want to be around him. 

Yet there you stood, all those years later, your car stranded on the side of the road, back in the woods where it all started. Neither of you having a clue there was a reason why your banter and interactions seemed so effortless. It was like you picked back up right where you started.

“Stanley, what are you doing down here?”

Ford’s voice startles him, almost causing him to topple over in the chair. Before he can explain himself or even come up with some excuse, one last scene fizzles on the screen for both brothers to watch.

You wander through the aisles of the convenience store, having a basket cradled in the crook of your arm.You were in the small town of Gravity Falls, visiting an old friend from college who was here doing research. Fiddleford had sent you to grab some basic staples, and you happily accepted, needing the walk to clear your strangely foggy head.

Staring at the list that Fiddleford had scrawled on a piece of paper as you squint to make out his chicken scratch, you don’t catch the hooded figure with his head down walking directly towards you. You collide with one another, falling on your butt and the contents of your basket spilling out. 

“S-Sorry, I wasn’t watching where I was going.” You apologize, scrambling to grab the contents of your basket. “You’re fine, I wasn’t looking either.” A hauntingly familiar voice replies back, reaching for the loaf of bread and handing it over to you.

Your eyes widen, and you look up, seeing a man who had the same face of the person you wanted to forget staring back at you. The brown locks that you remembered were longer, hitting the nape of his neck, the furry lining of the beat-up hoodie adorning the top of his head. Tired eyes gazing back at you.

The world stands still around you, not realizing the crowd that was beginning to form after hearing the sound of your basket crashing to the ground.

“You alright, sweetheart?” Stan says, staring at you with concern as you continue to gape at him.

“Stan…” You finally say, the memories of Ford beginning to seep back into your consciousness. 

Stan’s eyes widen when you say his name. Not Ford’s but his. 

Before he can react, he watches you stand up suddenly, abandoning the items on the floor and pushing past the bodies to bolt out of the exit.

You don’t think, your feet carrying you back to the hut that Fiddleford was staying in. Slamming the door behind you, Fiddleford jumps, his hypervigilance still activated as he picks up his banjo to start swinging it. He relaxes when he sees it’s you, placing the instrument down, “Sweet sarsaparilla, you scared me, Y/N!” He lets out a surprised yelp, feeling your embrace tight around him.

“What’s the matter? Somethin’ happen while you were out?” Fiddleford says with concern, his spine rigid at the thought of you encountering one of the many anomalies that disturbed him during his time in Gravity Falls. You mutter into his shirt, “I saw him, Fidds… and all the memories came right back… it hurts so much.”

His eyes widen, and he pulls you away briefly to stare into your tear-soaked eyes, “You saw S?” You shake your head back and forth, “No… his brother. He’s in town.”

“Ah shucks, did he recognize ya?” Fiddleford asks, guiding you over to the rocking chair before taking a seat on the floor in front of you. “No, I don’t think he knows what I look like. I did say his name though.” You pause before letting out a sad chuckle, “They really do look alike, apart from a few differences.”

The two of you sit in silence, Fiddleford reluctant to offer yet again to use the memory gun on you. It was one thing to erase the memory of the anomalies from his own brain and the brains of several Gravity Falls residents, but asking him to relieve you of every single memory you had of the man you both cared deeply about, he was conflicted. Your time with Ford encompassed most of your adult life, and he would be taking away essentially years of your life. He had attempted to talk you out of it, but when he saw how all sense of joy had been sucked out of you and your eyes puffy from all the tears you had shed, he caved, wanting to take away the pain.

“Fidds, I can’t stay here�� I need to go back home.” You sigh, bringing your legs up to your chest and rocking in the chair, “Everything about this place is a potential reminder of Ford… I just want to put this all behind me.” Fiddleford nods, “I understand… do you wanna..” he trails off, getting choked up over the thought of erasing your memories again. 

“Yes… and I’m going to need you to erase my memories of Stan too.” You say, extending your hand out, feeling Fiddleford’s fingers rest on your palm. 

“Hey Fidds…”

“Yeah…”

“Thank you, I know this hasn’t been easy for you either.”

That evening, you and Fiddleford have one final dinner together, going through old photos and memories from the past. After today, all the pain would be gone so why not open up some of the wounds to at least have a final farewell to your life with Ford and Gravity Falls?

After booking a one way ticket back to your hometown, you sit on the floor, watching Fiddleford configure the Memory Gun. “What’s his full name again? Just gotta make sure… it’s accurate.” Fiddleford asks a casual question for such a heavy task ahead of him.

“Stanley Pines.”

Fiddleford finishes typing out the name before sitting down in front of you, “Are you sure you wanna do this, Y/N?”

You nod, “I’m sure, Fidds. I spent so many years of my life revolving around Ford… I want to do the things I put on hold, and I know if I still have his memory lingering in my mind, I’ll be stuck for a long time.”

Fiddleford gives one final nod before suddenly hugging you tightly, “Don’t be a stranger now. I expect a letter about your adventures when ya get the time.”

You chuckle sadly, returning the embrace, “I won’t be, Fidds.” 

Feeling the cool bulb press against your temple, you close your eyes, envisioning Stan’s face from earlier. You have one final hope that his presence means Ford finally let someone in.

‘Goodbye, Stanley… at least one of my wishes came true and I got to meet you.’

The scene cuts, the screen goes black, the two brothers’ crestfallen expression reflecting back at them.

Ford places a hand on his brother’s shoulder, “Stanley… is this the end of her memories?”

Stan shakes his head, his head buzzing from the memories coming back to him. God, he felt like his brain was about to burst from all the information flooding back to him. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he exhales, “There was a second capsule… I found it in the basement of the museum earlier this week but I didn’t say anything cause I didn’t want to complicate things.”

Ford’s eyes widened at the revelation, “So the second capsule was…”

“It was her memories of me. Guess you weren’t the only one she wanted to forget, Ford.” Stan says, hating the bitter tone on his tongue, “My memories of her started coming back, I guess, after we hung out yesterday. Started having a dream just like hers.”

“You know we need to tell her about it…” Ford stated with a softer tone, slightly pressing but not being too demanding. He understood what it was like to feel erased, the same questions likely circling in his brother’s head.

Was I insignificant enough that you erased me?

Was your life better off without me in it?

“No, not yet!” Stan says frantically, “She’s already struggling with her memories with you, I don’t wanna make this worse for her.”

Ford sighs, trying to reason with his brother, “You know she’s going to find out eventually. If your memories of her were starting to come back, I’m sure the same is happening to her.”

Stan mulls it over, his brother having a point. On the other hand, he heard what Ford’s last words were to you, and they weren’t pretty. Was it right for him to throw another curveball at you just when you’re so close to getting to that fight?

“I’m willing to take the risk… I just want her to focus on what’s up ahead with your memories with her.” Stan says with a sense of finality.

Ford nods, knowing after so many years, not to argue with Stan when he speaks with conviction. “Alright… I’ll let you handle your memories with her, and we’ll keep forging onward with her memories with me.” He walks over to the machine, removing the capsule and placing it back into Stan’s hands. His eyes glance over at the letters strewn across the table, watching Stan quickly scoop them into his arms.

“Stanley… did she write you those letters?” Ford asks. He wasn’t completely oblivious to your efforts in the past to keep in touch with his brother, mostly turning a blind eye to it as he was so focused on the portal. He hadn’t realized though you two had been in communication much more consistently than he had realized.

“She did… since someone was too stubborn to reach out himself.” Stan snorts, grinning as Ford huffs in response, “You’re one to talk! The phone goes both ways, Stanley, and I never heard anything from you either.”

“Hey, I did try calling one time!” Stan defends himself.

“Oh really because I don’t recall you ever doing so?” Ford says.

“Well, you picked up… I just didn’t say anything and hung up.” Stan mutters.

“Stanley, that hardly counts!” Ford protests.

“Am I interrupting something?” Your voice cuts off the brothers’ bickering, watching in amusement with two coffee mugs in your hand. 

Stan quickly stumbles, fumbling to hide the capsule behind the papers as Ford approaches to take the mugs from your hands, “Thank you for bringing these down, we’ve got a long day ahead of us if we want to get back on track.”

“Sorry, Stan, I would have brought you coffee if I knew you were down here. Thought you were still sleeping when you weren’t in the kitchen.” You apologize.

Stan shakes his head, using this as an excuse to slip out, “I’ll go grab myself one, don’t sweat it. I’ll get out of your guys’ hair.” He begins walking towards the stairs, pausing mid-way up the stairs to spare a glance at you.

You lean against the work station, watching Ford carefully place the capsule back in its slot. You pass him his mug, Stan’s eyes lingering on the brush of each other’s fingertips despite neither of you or Ford reacting to the touch.

Being twins, many would presume there would be a lot of things the brothers would share in common. Despite the similarities in appearance, they were two distinct individuals, with different goals, hobbies, interests, and personalities. 

While there was friendly competition here and there, there was rarely a moment where Stan coveted something that Ford had aside from a few instances of fighting over a favorite toy and the one time in 5th grade where he and Ford had a crush on the same girl, Niki Marino.

This was one of those moments.

[katyspersonal]

How me reblogging some fanart goes:

*scrolls*

There is nothing special about this drawing, nothing to stand out, simply academical level perfect painting with perfect shading of just character in Environment, so I won't give it attention

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There is nothing special about this drawing either but the artist is clearly beginner and is currently ignored, I wish to support them!!! *reblogs*

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I could've forgiven drawing his arm turning into tentacles because although it isn't accurate it is still funny and should have been canon, but his hair is black and waving, not brown and straight! Ignored.

*scrolls*

Her ribbon is not like this at all, but this is a cute interaction! Fine, I will reblog..

*scrolls*

OH MY GOD RARE CHARACTER RARE CHARACTER NO ONE ELSE DRAWS HFHFJVGJ IT IS RARE CHARACTER OH MY GOD BLESS YOU OP I LOVE THAT YOU'VE NOTICED THIS RARE CHARACTER VFUYFJFJ BARK BARK WOOF WOOF 🐕 *chews the post a little before reblogging* *+10 HP*

*scrolls*

Ah, funny mem- VARGRAM ERASURE GOD FUCKING DAMMIT VARGRAM ERASURE DO NOT LAUGH RETREAT RETREAT!!!!!!!! Ugh how the HECK even lore-obsessed freaks like me are still doing this?! I don't care that you enjoy neglecting minor characters, Vargram's set is NOT a covenant set!!!!

*scrolls*

Shit, wtf? Why this person still haven't blocked me, after how negative they've been to my friend? Okay scroll carefully to not accidentally press like on Tumblr mobile.... scroll past carefully.... very slowly...... please mobile don't fuck this up...

*scrolls*

This fanart is really inaccurate visually but the concept is perfectly lore accurate! I am definitely supporting this! *reblogs*

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This person's uncolored doodle got 800+ notes in 3 hours when my best and most detailed works are lucky to cross 50 notes... I am worthless and should quit art, the girls clearly like my lore posts more than my ugly art... *sniffs* No wonder, I draw like a child, my faces are ugly, my anatomy is broken, shading makes no sense... *sobs* I bet fans of the characters I draw have cringe attacks when I touch them... God I remember how back in my Mico simping days other Mico simps side-eyed my fanart of him, and it was clear it is because it is ugly... It isn't even a matter of "they want to prettyfy him" because they do reblog and like "ugly" art of him, they just hate MY style in particular because I am a TERRIBLE artist.... *sobs*

*scrolls*

.....what. the. FUCK. Why THE fuck this perfect, amazing, fully colored drawing with hella effort in it barely has notes? Fuck this fandom, I hate this fandom! Nevermind, my art isn't bad, this fandom is just too stingy for support! *reblogs*

*scrolls*

Haha, nice o- VARGRAM ERASURE VARGRAM ERASURE RETREAT RETREAT

*scrolls*

Wow, these sketches are lovely, I want to reblog- *sees the caption like 'some sketches from insta'* Nah, I do not want to interact with artists who otherwise hang out on another site (which sucks and is very toxic to artists btw) and just use Tumblr as a dumping ground or portfolio. I only like people who actually USE this site.

*scrolls*

Good and quality art, but nothing special about this design. It feels like they drew fanart of the fanon! Could have added their own unique vision smh.

*scrolls*

Oh my god, finally! Finally, fanart of the ship I love so much! I've been- wait wait wait. Why Brador is wearing his beast hyde while Laurence is still alive? Brador's beast hyde is explicitly stated to be that of a Cleric Beast, and Laurence was the FIRST Cleric Beast! No yeah, beggars CAN be choosers. Ignored.

*scrolls*

Oh, good art- wait, why this character's eyes are blue? This character has grey eyes! But also this is such a rare character to draw... Fine. *reblogs but points out the eye color is wrong in the tags*

*scrolls*

Good art, but caption is hostile. No one wants to know that you hate this character under the art of this character. Ignored.

*scrolls*

Good art, reblogged.

*scrolls*

Very well done art, but her chest is not that big! In fact, she is boobless. Maybe next time.

*scrolls*

I want to reblog this fanart, but also despite doing so much work on detail and lighting, they forgot those cute accessories by each side of her big brooch! It could not be the laziness, it obviously was using other fanarts as the reference instead of actual ingame screenshots and model!

*scrolls*

Wh... what... oh my god... Oh my god this person drew the idea I suggested.... I've inspired someone? Oh God. Wait a second. Oh no. I need like a full week to articulate my emotions. Oh God I can't. I didn't just contribute something good in the fandom. Oh no *crying cat*

*scrolls*

I feel nothing for this ship, but this fandom is obnoxious when the female character without canon sexuality they've DECIDED is a lesbian is shipped with male character, so I will support this person. *reblogs*

*scrolls*

Good art, but they have this dumb DNI caption under their post. I don't even fit the criteria, I just don't want to carry the whole "panic about contact with ImPuRiTy" attitude with the drawing! When will people learn that some bad person liking their art is not the end of the world? 🤔

*scrolls*

Wow, good drawing!!! *the tags are the wall of passive aggression towards fans with "wrong" headcanons* Well now I am not reblogging it.

*scrolls*

Goddamit, Crow, I know you are desperate for at least any art of your blorbo, but why would you reblog something that is so careless? They clearly like what they could make out of character instead of actual character's appearance! You were just passionately approving of posts like "stop removing his wrinkles!" or "stop giving her huge honkers!" and now this? 🐓🐓🐓

*scrolls*

CROW YOU REBLOGGED VARGRAM ERASURE I THOUGHT YOU WERE BASED BUT YOU...... YOU ARE C R I N G E 🐓🐓🐓🐓🐓

[wolfs-aconitum]

OK HI. WELCOME. this is literally where i'll be dumping insane delusional shit about me and this old man who i love very dearly. 18+ please. i'm like 24. my ship tags if you need them are wolfgaze and 👁️🐺 other tags are as follows; WOLF'S WOOF - text posts, i made these. WOLF'S PAW - image posts, these are art i've drawn WOLF'S LOOKBOOK - reblogs, general, these are from ppl i dont know BUNNY BOOST - posts made by my bunny. no i will not elaborate.

feel free to load my inbox or interact ᐡ ・ ﻌ ・ ᐡ the more the merrier as they say

[oswaldtheluckywolf]

Who are your top 5 wrestlers and why

(explain in detail I don't know much about wrestling)

NUMBER ONE BRAY WYATT

I LOVE his character SO MUCH. Like omg where do I even start. I love his cult leader persona when he was in the Wyatt Family. He would get kids to wear lamb masks and sing to scare is opponents. Also the spider walk he does when he's cornered is just soosososo cool. Also LOVE his fashion sense (Hawaiian shirts my beloved). His mic skills were TOP TIER like all of his promos are just so good. There's a short ominous video that would play before he shows up and it's just UGH and his theme is AMAZING. When he started going as The Fiend I LOVED the firefly funhouse I love how he took something innocent and made it super creepy and violent. Before The Fiend showed up a loud glitch effect could be heard and all the lights would go out and he'd show up somewhere in the arena out of no where like omgggg he's just so cool I'm nerding out rn. Also his theme as The Fiend is the same as his original BUT it's a cover and is more aggressive sounding vdywuoilkjfhwue HE'S SO COOL. Did you know. He alluded to The Fiend character THREE WHOLE YEARS before he debuted it? He's honestly such a genius creatively and I want to be just like him.

NUMBER TWO DEAN AMBROSE

Also known as the lunatic fringe. Basically as you could guess a total lunatic. He's super fun to watch like all of his backstage moments are so silly and also his mic skills are just top tier. Like he is so funny and I love him with all of my heart also he is HOOOOTT LIKE ZOO WEE MAMA HUBBA HUBBA ETC ETC. FINE ASS MAN. He's not in WWE anymore which is so sad but he IS in AEW (which I need to start watching tbhh). He goes by Jon Moxley now and even though I'm sad that he's not in WWE anymore I'm happy that he's doing what he loves 👍

NUMBER THREE DOMINIK MYSTERIO

He's so babygirl. Has a COOL ASS MULLET and is currently intercontinental champion. He had a hot goth girlfriend (Rhea Ripley) but dumped her for a different (not goth) hot girlfriend (Liv Morgan) who used to be Rhea's girlfriend IN FRONT OF RHEA. He is such a dirty dog. He gets beat up a lot has a strict diet of chicken tenders and ranch and is soooo fucking pathetic I'm so in love with him. He has daddy issues. He's so silly he's so babygirl and he is so CUTE like omg. When he won the intercontinental championship HE LOOKED SO HAPPY VDWUHJKHFJF 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖 He has the BEST smile I've EVER laid my eyes on. Also, he used to get booed all the time like this man could not get a WORD out and sometimes he would cover his ears and look grumpy I love him so much. Now he gets cheered since he won the title and everyone loves him now and he looks so happy about it and it's just EJEJJHEWHFRHRJWBVF 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖 He is EVERYTHING to me

NUMBER FOUR CHRIS SABIN AND ALEX SHELLEY

I'm putting them both here since they're in a tag team and 💖 I love them equally. OK. First of all, their fashion sense is PEAKKK they're outfits are always KILLING IT. Second of all, their skills in ring are PHENOMANAL like it is mesmerizing to watch them fight because they're always just so in sync with each other it's honestly sososo impressive. They are also FINE AS HELL WOOF WOOF YALLDDKDKDKDKKNOW WHAT I MEAN. Sorry I lost myself for a moment ANYWAYS. They're just so cool and I love them dearly and they are such cutie patooties sometimes.

NUMBER FIVE SOLO SIKOA

AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH. Ok. I LOVE HIM SO MUCH. CDRFTWGKJGFH. Ok. First of all the elephant in the room FINE ASS MAN WJHGVEWJHRVYWDU FVTWYILFHBJJFK. Ok anyways. I really liked when he was tribal chief for a while I WAS SO SAD WHEN HE LOST THE ULA FALA (necklace that the tribal chief wears) TO ROMAN (who he took it from originally). I WISH HE KEPT IT. ANYWAYS. He's very silly sometimes and also he has abandonment issues and doesn't want his former enforcer now US champion to leave him but at the same time he doesn't like not having that authority over people anymore. Like you can tell he tries to take credit for a lot of things (such as being the reason Jacob is champion) and people before would just shut up and listen but now they're actually talking back to Solo and I think that makes him nervous. They're building up to a feud between Jacob (former enforcer current US champion) and Solo right now and I cannot WAIT to see what happens when everyone turns on him he's like my little lab rat I want to know what happens when he has absolutely no one on his side. Solo Sikoa my beloved every time he shows up on screen I get so happy. I WISH THEY PUT HIM IN MORE MATCHES.

[alltheangstmygifttoyou]

Art Dump April 2024

Part Two

I should probably give this whole series of posts a tag for organizing purposes huh? Then again, the titles and counters should hopefully be good enough. If not, well, egg on my face or however one is meant to say that.

Content Warnings: reference to tobuscus, bright colors

I am starting to get an idea where I stopped uploading anything and woof, I'm confused on my choices but also not really I was pretty much isolating myself out of existence. Some traditional sketches that I then photo edited and fried. One of them, the blue and green scribbles, I did that one during consoling. I remember that. I made a playlist of some of my favorite weirder childhood songs, and one of the things I stumbled across was Safety Torch. I never really was super into the creator, I liked and still do a few of his songs, I heard a lot of things years ago when I was in middle school still and I never looked into it but I vaguely remembered a character from the music video of the song Safety Torch and drew that little guy up in the corner from the remnants of that memory. So I guess it could be considered fanart? But honestly I think it's a bit of a stretch, I was also thinking about animal crossing and gacha life and how their proportions seemed popular and what could I do with that information to improve my own art? So, a giant head with a failure of a cute frog hat Timmy gets saddled with for life. The fish? I was watching something that brought up the rainbow fish bathtub book controversy and doodled this as a reminder that fish are hard to draw. And have a tendency to look goofy.

[aliensfknexist]

tom's tag dump(weed)

🛸everything's magic [ aesthetic ]

🛸fuck face [ hey that's me! ]

🛸markus [ bestie ]

🛸woof [ barker ]

🛸incoming transmission [ ask ]

🛸crappy punk rock [ playlist ]

🛸the adventure [ headcanon ]

🛸lil sister from another mister [ danielle ]

🛸another shooting star [ harry ]

[g0reoz]

BEYFANS COME GET YOUR FOOD. HOLY SHIT 😮

[glitchisbroken]

Eddie Munson brain go brrrrr bark bark

[villainanders]

I posted 5,563 times in 2022

That's 1,001 more posts than 2021!

1,576 posts created (28%)

3,987 posts reblogged (72%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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@evilvarric666

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I tagged 3,372 of my posts in 2022

Only 39% of my posts had no tags

#dragon age - 378 posts

#anders - 129 posts

#hotd - 80 posts

#gid9 - 80 posts

#asoiaf - 54 posts

#da playthrough - 49 posts

#handers - 47 posts

#nona spoilers - 37 posts

#brba lb - 30 posts

#trc - 26 posts

Longest Tag: 131 characters

#i’ve been watching this with my gf and i’m so mad they keep that little thing in her mouth the whole time like let her speak ‼️‼️‼️

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

I think about this dialogue daily. When Anders hates you so much he’s like “be quiet I’m talking to FENRIS right now”

2,163 notes - Posted April 22, 2022

#4

not to be a person who reposts tiktoks but this account is the ONLY person in the world who truly understands dragon age 2

4,790 notes - Posted January 2, 2022

#3

there is a demon inside me who adds exclamation points to all my emails

40,246 notes - Posted April 20, 2022

#2

starting a kickstarter for tumblr to collectively buy the CW

48,101 notes - Posted January 6, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Aveline

159,565 notes - Posted July 11, 2022

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[smovs]

kh as dbza quotes pt 2.2 a fragmentary passage

[please support the office release]

[melsworldofmusesarchived]

Tag Dumps Pt. 25

Rex’s Tags

VISAGE: moonlight in his eyes (rex’s appearance) CHARACTER STUDY: worked while they all played (rex‘s headcanons) WRITINGS: here we are ; don’t turn away now (rex‘s threads) REFLECTIONS: throw me to the wolves and i will return leading the pack (rex’s musings) ACKNOWLEDGEMENT: woof (rex’s asks answered) CHERISH: the omega (rex‘s likes) YEARNING: a wish on the moon (rex’s desires) STYLE: sheep’s clothing (rex‘s wardrobe) INSPIRATIONS: not all monsters do monstrous things (rex’s aesthetics) INFATUATIONS: the omega (rex’s crushes) LOVERS: ‘cause i’m a fool for you and the things you do (rex’s ship content) ASSORTED: bork bork (rex’s miscellaneous content) OOH LALA: the omega (rex‘s kinks ; themes of nsfw) OPEN THREADS: the omega (rex‘s starters) INNER SECRETS: this is what an alpha looks like (rex’s monster visage)

[cosmosully]

i want you, i think

you need me, i think

yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

needed to get this seven dump out of my system ehe (๑•͈ᴗ•͈)

[adoggirl]

🐕‍🦺 ABOUT ME

Anne, Fluffy, Feral, Buddy, Collarie, Lotus, Puppy, Orchid, Amber, Choco, Honey or Strawbie. She/They/Pup/Growl/Snarl/Plush/Bug/Paw/Nap/Bite/Kibble/Pet/🪲/🐾/🐶.

Neurodivergent (Autistic and Adhd).

Therian, part of a system.

Am i fronting?

I am a lot of xenogenders, but my main ones are non-binary demigirl gxrl pupgender genderfluff genderfluffy puphoard dogvesi autosapphic angled aroace arospike objectum.

I love dogs, poetry, weirdcore, kidcore, comfycore, clowncore, bright academia, music, rain, lo-fi, and asmr.

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