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muria-art · 10 months
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A few points on the lovely Mabel May! 1. Mabel and Waddles 2. Favorite sweater 5. Favorite AU (timestuck) 7. OC\persona (my OC Root)
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i have a disease where i think about me and my friends fake homestuck characters
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cbmagus49 · 1 year
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STANUARY WEEK 1: MYSTERY
It’s the (post-Timestuck) Mystery Trio!!! I’ve been meaning to get around to drawing these guys for ages :D
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citricacidprince · 4 months
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Since y’all wanted me to drawing Psychonauts again soooo bad, here’s a redraw of my first EVER doodle of my baby son boy Raz :)
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candycatstuffs · 1 year
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Heehoo nother big gf sketch dump
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aceofstars16 · 5 months
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Here we go! I finished the cover the same day I finished the rough draft of the fic, and now I edited the next chapter and posted it!
You can read the whole thing on AO3!
But I will also include the next chapter under the cut here in case you don't want to use AO3 (though I don't have the energy to find the previous chapters on here, there are links to the tumblr posts on AO3 though!)
Chapter 8 - Old Food and Old Friends
Tensions rise as Ford realizes he may need help in fixing the time machine.
Darkness. It was everywhere, sticking to everything. Ford could feel it, clinging to him, trying to suffocate him, to pull him under. And it was succeeding. Laughter echoed around him, laughter that he had heard for weeks on end, mocking him for his stupidity.
“Just leave me alone for one minute!” He screamed, knowing it wouldn’t do anything, but unable to face the suffocating darkness anymore.
“Fine. I can make it on my own! I don't need you! I don't need anyone!”
The darkness vanished in the blink of an eye, replaced by the light of a lamp, sitting on a desk that Ford hadn’t seen in ages. Tires screeched outside of the closed curtains. Curtains he had closed only a few moments ago, or at least – that’s what his mind told him. In reality, it had been years ago, but dreams had a way of making everything seem real again.
Glancing down at the pamphlet in his hands, Ford let out a sigh, desperately wanting to throw it in the corner of the room for all the good it did him. That dream was gone, ruined by a brother who couldn’t let go of a childish fantasy that hadn’t been a possibility for ages.
Ruining lives, that’s what Stan did.
The thought came out of nowhere. It was almost in line with his own feelings, his own thoughts and emotions. But something about it wasn’t quite right.
Stan only cares about his own dreams; he never wanted you to succeed.
Anger rushed through Ford at the thought, but he couldn’t figure out if he was mad at himself for thinking it, or at Stan or…at something else. That unsettling feeling. He knew it, but his brain seemed to be failing him, as if something was stopping him from identifying it.
You can’t trust Stan. You can’t trust anyone.
Fiddleford leaving, townsfolk starring at him. Something about their eyes sent a chill down his spine.
You are the only one you can rely on, everyone else will fail you.
Right…that’s what he had learned. If he ever wanted to succeed, he could only trust himself. He had to do it himself, had to fix it. No matter how hard it was, not matter how lonely…
That’s right. Besides, you don’t need anyone. You are strong enough on your own.
“You are going to change the world one day.”
Pa was looking at him. It was the last time Ford had ever seen him, at some celebration that must not have been very important because every inch of the background was blurry.
“I…”
“You’ll make me proud. You’ll be someone. You’ll change the world.”
A shiver ran down Ford’s back. He didn’t know why, but something felt…wrong.
Then it was gone and Pa nodded and walked away.
One blink, and he was back in reality, staring at the ceiling of his cabin in Gravity Falls. He was shivering, and his head was throbbing, he didn’t feel sick, just…off.
Coffee, that’s what he needed. Caffeine always helped clear his head. Did he have any coffee left? Only one way to find out.
Sit up, swing his legs over the edge of the bed. That’s what he told himself to do, but his limbs didn’t respond, not because of exhaustion, but because something was keeping him there.
Panic overcame him and he started pulling, trying to yank his hands free. His muddled brain was still half in the dream, still feeling like something was there, just out of sight.
Bill.
The thought washed over him and his brain slowly recalled the last time he had been conscious, and the agreement he had come to with Stan. Tie him up. Right. But now he was stuck, and despite rationalizing that he must not have done anything since he was still tied up, the anxiety that had sparked a moment ago grew at the inability to move.
Turning his head as much as he could, another flash of anxiety hit him when he didn’t see Stan anywhere?
“Stanley?”
No response.
Oh gosh, what if Bill had taken over…what if…
“Stanley?!?”
“Huh, what?”
A second later, Stan was stumbling to his feet, looking around quickly, as if ready for a fight.
“Were…were you sleeping???” Ford stared at Stan with his uncovered eye, his worry being replaced by annoyance. After everything Ford had said, Stan had slept?
“Uh, just closed my eyes for a bit that’s all,” Stand said, his shoulders relaxing a little as he looked at Ford, but he almost immediately looked away again.
“You were supposed to be keeping an eye out on things!” Ford couldn’t help the outburst. He had trusted Stan and what did he go and do? Sleep.
“I was! And nothing happened, okay?”
“You don’t know that.”
“Yes, I do. You haven’t moved an inch.” Anger flashed in Stan’s eyes for a moment, but almost immediately fizzled out. “Now if you don’t mind me, I’m going to go check on the kids even though nothing happened to them because you didn’t move.”
“Wait.”
“What? I told you-”
“I’m still tied up…” Ford said, trying to move his hand as if to prove that he was stuck and needed some help if he wanted to do anything.
“Oh…right.”
It only took a few minutes - minutes of complete silence aside from Stan mumbling under his breath as he struggled with one of the knots - but soon, Ford was able to move freely again.
Rubbing his wrists, which were slightly scuffed up from the ropes, he let out a breath, knowing he should thank Stan, but when he looked up, his brother had already left. Okay then…guess no thank you was needed. Or Stan just really didn’t want to be around Ford.
The back of Ford’s neck prickled as his dream came back to him. It was Bill, that was the only explanation. He was messing with him. But glancing at the ropes, he felt doubt creeping into his mind. Stan had come, he had tied Ford up, but he also didn’t seem to grasp the severity of the situation. Of Bill and his plans. Not that Ford had been able to explain too much but deep down, he couldn’t help but wonder…could he really trust his brother?
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Stan shut the door, not fazed by the loud banging it created. Who cared if Ford got mad? Stan hadn’t done anything wrong; nothing had happened. But the words that his brother – or really the creature controlling him – had spoken rang in his mind. Why had Ford sent him the post card?
Shaking his head, Stan pushed the thought away. Considering Ford’s reaction upon waking, he didn’t seem to be in the mood to talk to Stan. And Stan wasn’t in the mood to talk to him either. He’d rather talk to his other family members. Which, to be honest, he was still trying to wrap his head around, but it did make some sense seeing as Mabel had been so keen to stay with him and trust him so quickly.
As he walked into the living room, he saw the kids. They were talking quietly and Stan ignored the memories that popped into his mind of him and Ford as kids. They had shared everything with each other back then, back when they trusted each other. But not anymore. Those kids were long gone.
“Stan!”
Mabel grinned at him and Stan couldn’t hold back a smile. “Hey, kiddo.” He glanced at Dipper - the brother that she had tried so hard to find again - and ignored the pang of hurt that came with knowing Ford had never searched for him like Mabel had for her brother.
“How’s Ford?” Dipper asked.
“I’m fine.”
Stan opened his mouth, only to be cut off when his brother walked into the room. Despite not wanting to, Stan found himself glancing at him, but Ford didn’t return the gaze, he just walked to the table where they had left the time machine, plopping down some tools before fiddling around with it. He still looked tired, but at least he wasn’t a second away from collapsing anymore.
Letting out a breath, Stan caught sight of Mabel looking at him questioningly, but he just smiled. “How’d you sleep, kiddo?”
Mabel glanced at Dipper, who was watching Ford cautiously. “Good.”
“Glad to have your brother back, huh?”
“Yeah…how are you and Ford-” She started, but Stan cut her off before she could finish her question.
“Hey, you know what, I’m kind of hungry. Want to help me rummage up some food?” Stan grinned and started heading out of the room.
A moment later, Mabel was next to him, grabbing his hand to lead him despite him knowing where the kitchen was - though he supposed she didn't know he had been there last night. “It’s this way, but there isn’t much food. Me and Dipper could only find some crackers last night.”
“I’m sure we can find something.” Stan said, hoping it was true. At this point, he was starving - the handful of crackers he ate last night had barely been a snack, let alone a filling meal. And while sleep had helped a little with his exhaustion, he knew food would help even more.
They rummaged around in the kitchen for a while, but Mabel was right, there wasn’t any food left, at least not anything edible. Why didn’t Ford have any food? Sure, he definitely wasn’t in his right mind, but it was still concerning.
“Ew.” Mabel made a face as she sniffed a pack of cheese in the fridge.
Stan chuckled, more to cover over his unease than out of amusement. “Yeah…I’m thinking a trip to the store is in order.”
“What about the snow?”
Frowning, Stan walked to the window. Snow was covering most of the sill, but he could see outside. “I think it’s calmed down some. It should be safe enough to drive.”
“Maybe we can all go to the store! A family outing!”
This time, the laugh that escaped Stan’s mouth was genuine. Mabel sure had a way of bringing excitement and joy to any situation, even one as…confusing as theirs. And Stan was grateful for it. “Yeah, maybe so.”
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Dipper was vaguely aware of Mabel and Stan leaving the room, but he didn’t follow. Sure, Ford said he was fine and he did seem a little more coherent than before but after the encounter with Bill…
Shaking his head, Dipper focused on what Ford was doing. He was using some small tools to try to fit the time machine back together. If anyone could fix it, the author could…well, at least if he was at the top of his game.
“Ford?”
For a moment, Dipper thought he hadn’t heard him, but then Ford sighed, though he didn’t look away from his project. “Yes?”
“You look uh…”
Ford glanced at him for a second, and Dipper suddenly felt embarrassed, but he was curious about what had happened last night.
“It looks like you slept, but you told me that when you did, Bill would…”
Waving with his hand, Ford focused back on the measuring tape. “He didn’t. Stan tied me up, so Bill didn’t do anything.” For a moment, Ford’s eyes narrowed and he muttered under his breath, but Dipper still heard it. “At least I don’t think he did.”
“Wh-what do you mean?” Dipper scooted slightly away from Ford and unfortunately Ford looked up right as he did. For a split second, Dipper saw guilt cross his face, but then it vanished.
“Apparently Stan fell asleep at some point too.” Ford’s gaze hardened as he returned focus on his work before muttering to himself again. “But I suppose if something had happened, I wouldn’t have still been tied up when I awoke.”
Dipper frowned. Ford and Stan’s relationship seemed…strained, to say the least. And sure, Stan from the future wasn’t always the most trustworthy guy, but…he didn’t seem too bad. And this 80s Stan seemed fine too. So why was Ford so cold towards him? Sure, he had been brash with Dipper at first but Stan was his brother, not only that but his twin.
“Ford?”
Ford didn’t look up from his work. “I need to focus, if I want to fix this.” His voice had an edge to it, which immediately set off Dipper’s anxiety.
 “Oh…right…” Dipper fiddled with his hands, not wanting to anger Ford further. But after a few moments, curiosity got the better of him. “Are you mad at Stan?”
Closing his eyes for a moment, Ford took a deep breath, then opened them again before continuing his work. Despite expecting it, Dipper was still disappointed. He had so many questions about what had happened to create the future he knew, but if he didn’t know anything about the past, he wouldn’t be able to answer them.
“Yes.”
Dipper sat up straight at the word. Ford still wasn’t looking at him, but the frustration on his face was evident.
“Why?”
“It’s a long story.” Ford muttered.
“But he’s here. Wait, why is he here?” Dipper was hit with the realization that he didn’t know how Stan had even known how to get to Gravity Falls. Unless he lived here too, but from Ford’s interactions with him, that seemed unlikely.
“Because I asked him to come… Gah!”
Dipper jumped as Ford threw his screwdriver on the table. “Wh-”
“This blasted thing doesn’t make sense. If I had some blueprints, I might be able to figure it out. But this machinery is too complex even for me.” Ford glared at the time machine.
Dread grew in the pit of Dipper’s stomach. “You…you can’t fix it?”
For a moment, Ford was quiet, his brow furrowed in thought. Then he straightened up, only to deflate again. “I…don’t think I can…but…I might know someone who…could help.”
“Really?” For a moment, Dipper was confused, then he remembered the journal and he straightened up. “Wait, your assistant? He’s good with machines, right?”
Ford glanced at him and sighed. “Yes, I just…have to find him.”
“You don’t know where he is?” The hope that had grown in Dipper’s chest deflated.
“I…have a few ideas...I just hope he’ll actually talk to me this time.”
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“Absolutely not.” Ford frowned at Mabel and Stan, who had just asked about going into town together to get food.
Mabel felt disappointment worming its way into her chest, but she pushed it back. “Why not? It’ll be fun!”
Ford stared at her for a moment, as if she was some kind of puzzle. “It’s too dangerous. I’m not going to leave the por-my house without supervision.”
“What, you don’t have a lock?” Stan grumbled.
The glare that Ford shot at Stan was painful to look at, despite it not even being directed at her. “I’m not leaving my work for anyth-one to mess with.”
“You mean the big thing in the basement?” Mabel asked, which she regretted as Ford shot her a suspicious look.
“How do you-?”
“Dipper told me.”
Ford glanced at Dipper who looked at him sheepishly. Sighing, Ford shook his head. “Like I said, I don’t want to leave the house unsupervised.”
“Okay, fine, then I can just go with the kids and-” Stan started but Ford quickly held up his hand.
“Unfortunately, I need to go into town myself.”
“Why? Don’t trust us to get the right food?” Stan countered.
For a moment, Ford just glared at Stan, and Mabel hated how icy his look was.
“No, I have to find someone if we want a chance at fixing the time machine and I’m the only one who knows him. And where to find him.” 
Stan made a dismissive sound, but before he could say anything, Mabel piped in, not wanting Stan to get even more annoyed. “How about we split up!”
Everyone turned to look at her and Mabel gave her biggest grin. “Me and Dipper can go with Ford and Stan can stay to watch things.”
Mabel tried her best not to be disappointed when she saw the deep frown that grew on Ford’s face.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea, I should just go into town myself and-”
“Oh yeah, it’s not like you’re seriously sleep deprived or anything,” Stan muttered.
“Well, if you-”
“Hold up!” Dipper raised his voice, and Mabel had a feeling that he wasn’t a huge fan of the brothers arguing either. “Why can’t me and Mabel go with Ford while Stan stays here to watch the house?”
A grin grew on Mabel’s face and she gave Dipper a thumbs up at his support of her plan. As much as she hated the idea of leaving Stan, she couldn’t help but feel excited to have some quality time with Dipper and maybe figure out what was going on between Stan and Ford.
“I suppose it could work but...I’m still not a fan of it…” Ford glanced at Stan for a moment, and unfortunately Stan saw it.
“What, you don’t think I can sit in a house?” Stan deadpanned.
Clutching his hands behind his back, Ford’s gaze flickered away from Stan. “No, it’s not that it’s just…there are things that you don’t understand, and if anything went wrong…”
“You don’t trust me.” It was an accusation, but Mabel didn’t miss the hurt that crossed Stan’s face.
“I didn’t…look we’re wasting time. I’ll just go into town.” Ford glanced at Mabel. “You can come if you’d like, but Dipper has more experience with supernatural occurrences so he should stay here in case anything…happens.”
Stan opened his mouth, probably about to argue some point, but Mabel quickly jumped in. “Sounds good to me!” In reality, she would rather Dipper go with her or she stay with Stan, but she was tired of the arguing and it wasn’t the worst solution.
“Are you sure, Mabel?” Stan asked, glancing at his brother with uncertainty.  
Dipper was looking at her in concern too, but she just grinned and looked at Ford. “Yup! It’ll be fun!”
For a moment, Ford just stared at her, then sighed. “Alright then, we should get going.” He held out his hand towards Stan.
For a moment, Stan looked confused, then understanding crossed his face and he sighed, reluctantly pulling out his keys. “You better not crash her Ford; I know your luck with cars. And with that eyepatch you’re bound to be even worse.”
Grabbing the keys, Ford let out a huff. “I still know how to drive, Stanley. And I can still see. Come along, Mabel.”
Mabel gave her brother and grunkle a smile. “Don’t worry, I’ll keep an eye on him. We’ll be back soon!” Then she headed after the author. Sure, she didn’t really know him, and he did seem a little…cold, but it would totally be fine! It was just an opportunity to get to know Ford. And maybe, just maybe, she could get him to tell her what was going on between him and Stan so she could help fix it.
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mouseshift · 2 years
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sometimes im normal and then i think about the pines family
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Round 1-Bracket 2:
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fandomitor · 3 months
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thinking abt timestuck gravity falls au and i want ford in uni and coming across one of the twins (also pretty much all of them that i’ve read have dipper with ford and mabel with stan but i rlly want to see the opposite like mabel with ford, she could make him mabel juice✨)
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gravityflops · 1 year
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*holding back tears, voice breaking* i am normal about stanley as a father why are you asking
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stressed2obsessed · 1 year
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Any Gravity Falls fans out there? Anybody love Timestuck? I've got a fic that I'm very proud of so far and I figured I'd go ahead and show it off on here. Let me know what y'all think!
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birchisnotokay · 1 year
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Stanley and his..duckling?
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Ford: Bye Fiddleford! Bye Stan! Bye Mabel! Bye Dipper! Bye Fiddleford!
Stan: You said ‘bye Fiddleford’ twice.
Ford: I like Fiddleford.
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cbmagus49 · 2 years
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You should totally do a full drawing of that Timestuck Sunday sketch you did! I love bittersweet drawings of the twins like that 🥹 Good work btw. I love looking at your art!
Aw thanks! That's a great idea :D
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She stared at her future Grunkle.
He had always been a stinky and dirty old man to her, but this...
His hair was so greasy and nappy that she wouldn't have been surprised if it crawled off of his head. His face shined in the way only those who rarely, if ever, washed their faces. His clothes were far more worn than anything that she'd seen him dressed in with patches in his pants and jacket and the knees of his jeans almost thin enough to see through.
And he was living in his car.
Her Grunkle Stan never let his car get too dirty, always taking time to clean it between trips to town. She remembered twice that he'd cleaned his car to the point it was spotless inside.
Through all of these observations, despite her energetic smile and boisterous dialogue, she could only think one thing.
He lied.
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leesbian42 · 2 years
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it's finally up!! months after completed!
basically, Mabel was just gonna try out some pronous and names in a time and place where no one knew her. How did it end up like this, with her living with her homeless grunkle for almost a year?
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