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Angst warning.
So I was thinking about an AU where Stan's brain gets fried because of being shot for a long pointed of time with the memory gun which ends up killing him. The others know there could be effects when it came to using the device, but they had no idea it could fry someone's brain to the point of death. I'm gonna call it the fried Au for the lols.
(If you want to add or do something with this, go for it :D)
E WTF IM LITERALLY GONNA CRY AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
E. THE THINGS THAT YOU HAVE WRITTEN FOR THE STAN FUCKING DIES TO THE MEMORY GUN AU (very succinct i know) HAVE ME IN A GODDAMN CHOKEHOLD. HOW DID YOU MAKE "YOU'RE OUR HERO STANLEY" EVEN SADDER????? ford saying that to stan as he's dying is SO. OUHHHHHHHHVGGHHGHHGG. i need to take a walk. 👍
Hello. I hope you're back from your walk because I'm about to hit you again.
I tried to make it come across in the story (idk if I did that well enough) but after Ford fires the memory gun, Stan doesn't die RIGHT AWAY.
The human brain is kinda. Squishy. And there's a level of disconnect between the brain and the body. It's been hypothesized that human death takes a LOT LONGER than we think, hence why people can be "dead" for minutes at a time and seemingly come back to life with no real explanation. But brain death has pretty much been agreed to be the end all of death, give or take the 7 minutes theory (which you all should go Google, that shit is WILD)
Basically, Ford straight up killed his brother with the memory gun. Yanked the memories (and the funtion) straight out of Stan's brain, which shut it down.
The memory gun was so invasive that it made Stan's brain forget how to be a brain. It no longer functioned, at all.
Without a brain telling them what to do, the heart and lungs sort of just. Stopped. Working all together. No lungs means no oxygen, so Stan's brain kind of just suffocated and died.
Now TRADITIONALLY, this process would have probably taken like. The three minutes it took for the air in Stan's lungs to run out, the minute or so when his body went "AW FUCK THE AIR" but didn't (couldnt) do anything because the brain is mush, and then another six or seven minutes where the brain suffocated and hemorrhaged and the heart stopped.
Don't quote me on this, I'm not a doctor.
All of this to say, Stan was alive, but not breathing, for a few minutes after the first impact of the memory gun, which gave enough time for A, Bill Cipher to kick it (he's DEAD NOW WHOOO VICTORY) and for the world to put itself back together again.
It also gave his brain enough time to take in the smallest input, mainly, to allow Stan in his last moments to be aware of Ford speaking, calling, and then shaking him, trying to shake him away, trying to wake him up. Trying to get him to breathe.
But the brain is gone. It's mush, up and went kaput. And Ford would have realized this, probably quickly.
There's not. Really anything to do here. Theres no wound to mend, no cpr is going to work, no amount of electricity can make Stan's heart work again if the brain is gone. If they'd have gotten to a hospital fast enough to get Stan on life support, the hospital would have declared him brain dead anyway.
There's nothing to do here.
So Ford holds his brother. Squeezes, and tries to come up with something on the spot, something that Stan might understand, just a little bit.
"You're our hero, Stanley."
So Stan, drifting out as his spirit is plucked from his body, hears that, but he doesn't know what it means. It isn't until later that he hears it again, that he understands.
Also, side note! The reason Ford doesn't see this memory (and thus believes Stan's last moments were full of fear) is because this happens AFTER the memory gun is shot. This is a memory Stan remembers all on his own, and it helps him remember EVERYTHING.
Im not going to regaile you with what I think Stan's funeral was like (that might be TOO sad, even for me to do that to you) but i think its important to add that Stan's death was painless.
Utterly, and completely. His last moments, his exact last moments, with Ford holding him, were comfortable. If you were to ask Stan, saving the world and then dying, at home, is exactly where he would have wanted to be.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/64938397/chapters/166928632
Okay. So. I made a thing.
It is my Frankentwins AU! There will be more chapters, I just don't know when I'm going to write them.
Enjoy! :D
Small piece I'm working on as fanart for Abandon My Eulogy by @aroace-get-out-of-my-face! Hope you like it!
just some silly stuff I wanted to draw :)
enjoy!
rewatched the finale and wanted to draw that one scene yk
Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Gravity Falls Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Ford Pines & Stan Pines, Ford Pines & OC, Ford Pines & Stan Pines & OC Characters: Stan Pines, Ford Pines, OC - Character, Other Character Tags to Be Added Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Blind Faith (Gravity Falls), Canon Divergence - A Tale of Two Stans, Mullet Stan | Early 1980s Era Stan Pines, Paranoid Ford Pines, Paranoia, Eyes, The Portal (Gravity Falls), Blood and Injury, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, How Do I Tag, No beta reader we die like bill should have Summary:
After falling into the portal, Both Stan and Ford try to find a way back to their home dimension though after they get ford something to rid the demon in his head from possessing him anytime he goes to sleep, and kill bill though their pretty sure they have time to do that and find a way home right?
Little do they know something might be preventing them from getting home and might succeed if they aren't fast enough
My version of the blind faith Au with some more permanent side effects ;)
Even in Lawless Lands We Still Have Faith: Prologue
I have been wanting to make my own rendition of the 'Blind Faith Au' i had posted a small thought about it in an earlier post i made and wanted to give it a shot! :D
this is inspired by 'Who needs trust when you have faith' by ItsBasilnotBasil on ao3 it's amazing you should go check it out if you've never read it before :)
“NO! You don’t understand!”
Ford frantically grabbed onto the journal, trying to snatch back his journal from the hold that Stan had on it as he clearly was too immature to have his life’s work in his possession. Especially since he seems to be so hung up by Stanford’s simple request.
“You said you wanted me to have it, so I'll do what I want with it!”
Stan wrenches the book away from Ford as he says this. He doesn’t get it, he doesn’t get any of this (not that he’d tell Ford that), Ford calls him up here to buttfuck nowhere, which he used the last of his money to even get up here to begin with. Just to tell him to go fuck off with his dumb fucking book and never come back. Well fuck that if Ford is going to give him this book he’s going burn it, if he’s so hell bent on no one else getting this book.
“MY RESEARCH!”
Ford launches himself at his brother, throwing Stan and himself to the ground close to the switch, the journal flying across the room. Stan lies prone for a sec feeling his stitches on his side pull uncomfortably, before hastily getting up when he watches Ford scramble to get the journal. Stan shoves his brother into the ground as he runs past and snatches the journal off the ground. It was then he turned to say something, maybe say something witty or snarky or maybe to tell Ford that ‘fine he would leave’; Stan unfortunately wouldn’t know because as soon as he does turns he gets body slammed into the door behind him and onto a very sharp desk-consol-thing. On top of him was Ford’s anger consuming his face as he tried to wrench the book away from Stan.
“Want it back you’re going to have to try harder than that!”
Stan shoves all his body weight into his brother landing them both onto the floor. An electrifying whirl begins; crackling and sparking, the machine rising in pitch and frequency as the two brothers shove each other around the room not noticing the noise at all.
Stan and Ford are now back at the entrance of the control room both tugging at the journal. From an outsider's perspective one could almost mistake the two for dogs fighting over leftover scraps; bearing their teeth and barking hoping with some vindication that their words would hurt the other.
“YOU LEFT ME BEHIND YOU JERK, IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE US FOREVER YOU RUINED MY LIFE!”
“YOU RUINED YOUR OWN LIFE!”
THUMP
CKSSSSSHH
“AAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!”
“STANLEY!”
Ford watches as his brother slumps over, much like when a puppet's strings are cut. The fresh smell of burning flesh permeates through the air encircling around Stanford; reminiscent of a boa constrictor suffocating him. Ford stares at the now bright almost luminescent brand, no burn that he put on Stanley as Ford stumbles to get up he frantically utters an, “Oh my gosh imsosorryareyouo- OW”
He was then interrupted by a hard punch to the face causing Stanford to flail backwards onto the lever in front of the portal. The sounds of its whirling, crackling and high pitched humming expand and crescendo filling the basement with its music. The sound once again, going unnoticed by the two.
Stanford slowly gets up from where he fell; eyes never leaving Stan's lurking form as he stalks closer to Ford hand gripping onto his shoulder. Looking eerily close to that of a predator cornering its prey.
“Some brother you turned out to be…”
He steps closer
“You care more about your dumb mysteries than your family…”
There’s a pause. They stare at each other and for that one moment, it seemed that Stan was trying to search for something in his brother's eyes. What he was searching for, Stan wasn’t too sure, sadness? A look that told Stan, Ford didn’t hate him? Again he didn’t know, but whatever he was trying to find in those all too sharp eyes was not there, only a burning hatred and anger was found. So in his own unfiltered anger Stan moved…
“WELL THEN YOU CAN HAVE THEM”
And made the biggest mistake in his life.
Stanley pushes his brother…
It feels as though time was both moving all too fast but also excruciatingly slow, like time itself was playing an awful game of tug-of-war as Stan watches his twin float up and into the portal. He’s saying something but he can’t hear it nor whatever Ford was yelling, over his own head buzzing so loud.
I need to move, i need to save him, i don’t know how but I need to move NOW
But his body seemed to be against him as it just. Won’t. MOVE. It was as if something was blocking him from making that leap, that jump to help his brother get away from that damn portal.
I can’t just stand here,
I need to move,
I NEED TO SAVE HIM
As Stan forced his foot to step forward, it was then whatever was keeping him there dissipated. Like a barrier was broken. Not that he was all too concerned on what that meant as his first and only priority was getting Ford away and safe from the portal currently trying to suck him in.
Determination rushed into every fibre of his being as he ran past the caution line and jumped, gravity sliping immediately allowing Stan to float towards his brother. Luck seemed to finally be on his side as fords body hadn't gone through the swirling vortex of light yet; though he was getting dangerously close, he wasn’t too late. Stan was moving quite fast thanks to the jump he made earlier and he was able to grab onto his brother’s outstretched hand gripping for dear life.
Unfortunately that’s when Stan’s luck dies off, because although Stan was able to grab onto his brother’s hand, he was a little late to try to wrench his twin out and onto the ground away from the portal. Ford’s body had started to be consumed by the portal. Not that Stan seemed to notice nor did he care as he holds tight onto Stanfords hand and uses his lower body to propel against the portal frame so that he can reef Ford out of the portal.
Come on come on come on please work pleasepleaseplease
Ford’s yelling something, he should really be paying attention but he can’t seem to focus. Stan’s pretty sure he says something back; maybe to yell at him back, to tell him to fuck off and let him help him, or maybe to say that he was sorry? It didn’t matter though, none of it did, all that mattered was fixing his mistake and getting his brother safe.
The buzzing in his head is getting louder.
Come on body work for me here, I need this to work please just let me fix it,
Let me fix my mistake PLEASE
But it was no use, the gravitational pull was too much, at this point ¾ of Ford’s body has been consumed by the portal and was progressively more pulled in as Stan tries desperately to pullpullpullwhyisntthisworkingpleaseicantloosehimagagainbecauseofmymistakes–
But it was no use as more and more of Ford's body was slowly getting consumed by the swirling vortex that made up the inside of the portal. There was a look that will haunt Stan in his sleep as he watches the last bit of Stanford's face was swallowed into the jaws of the machine.
Before he could even attempt to mourn, Stan, whose hand had been holding onto Ford’s hand orwhatwasleft was fastly getting consumed as well by the portal.
In the matter of seconds to the world but hours to Stan, he too was consumed by the portal.
Mere milliseconds after the last of stan is in the portal, a bright blinding burst of energy dispersed outwards evaporating the portal. Leaving the basement with an empty space where the structure should have been. As if it never existed in the first place.
The only trace that anything happened down there was a blindingly white crack on the ground in the center of it all.
Slowly growing in size as it consumes
And consumes
Just thinking about a version of the Blind Faith au where it's ford burning Stan's eyes so he can't see the eyes trying to take his brother and the 'eyes' taking Ford's voice so that the stan twins play their game without cheating. So this other voice which feels kinder, softer talks to Stanley about how they can fix them if they listen to the eyes and complete their game. Stan asks how they would fix him and his brother and they say they will take what is broken and fix it. So stan and ford complete the game by finding eachother and fall through a dimensional rift.
Only to find out stan doesn't have any eyes at all it's just smooth skin and ford doesn't have a mouth also just smooth skin. The voice comes back and stan yells that this wasn't part of the deal and that they were supposed to fix the issue.
And their only reply is
"I did your eyes and mouth were hurting you so I took them and fixed what was left you are better for it are you not?"
song: Sleep Patterns by Merchant Ships
Gravity Falls Stangst Fanfiction Recommendation Master List
Here are some of my favorite Stangst stories that I’ve read, re-read, and collected over the past few years. Some are old ‘classics’ while some are new or still updating. They’re listed in alphabetical order by title for easier searching.
The list will be updated periodically as I find great new stuff. Newly added stories are labeled with a ++
***Please read any tags/warnings before reading, as some of these stories may deal with upsetting topics and situations***
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A better nightmare by eeveelotions A Better World by Metaphoricaltigers A Fortunate Stroke of Serendipity by heartfeltword a second twin by anonymous A Trip Down Memory Lane by Deanwinchestersgirl4 …And Count To Ten by impish_nature and you are paranoid in every paragraph by mackdizzy Bacardi by twinkinu Back in Time by mythomagicallydelicious Bad Habits by carbonatedblood Bad Thoughts by Cali_brate Barely Breathing by corvidcall (anathema15) blame me when there’s no one left to blame by anistarrose Bridges Burned by angellteeth Broken hearts, broken minds by Crazycatscarmen Broken Toys by logicalbookthief Butterfly Effect: Branded by TheAngelofFate Casual affection by laudanum_and_wine Casual Observations by MotherOftheUniverse Change Comes All At Once by IrenkaFeralKitty Change of Heart by LogicalBookThief Choice by FriendlyCybird Dark by EvenAtMyDarkest Deadly Omens by IconicAnemone Death of Me by DarkwoodWolf Die Schatten Werden Länger by emjam Drift Away by Rymdunge Emergency Contact by madwriter223 Ever-newer Waters by dorbee Family Meeting by Windsett Fear of the Dark by Thesnadger feels like we only go backwards by WDW Finding the Right Frequency by impish_nature Five Bells by Spaceless_Sea Ford vs His Family by detectivejigsaw give me some time, I’m living in twilight by Base12 Hate Vs. Anger by MintGreenMare He Himself by asbelow He Let Go by mythomagically-delicious Heaviness of Heart by Leesbian Hello, Nightmares, My Old Friend by artsymeeshee He’s Not Dead by Koraesdoodles Hide and Seek by Crazycatscarmen Hold by MotherOftheUniverse I Imagine He’d Find it Violating by MotherOftheUniverse I Want to Come Home by Angelia Dark If it’s broke, don’t fix it by detectivejigsaw Illusion by anistarrose I’m So Sorry by Keleficent Imaginary Friend by Logicalbookthief Impulsive Acts by BuzzCat Incandescence by pessimisticvirtuoso Intellectual Adequacy by paperjamBipper It deepens like a costal shelf by howevernot It’s Okay by Halogalopaghost (Lartovio) Just in Time by verysorrytobother Legacy by BethKerring Like Father Like (Adopted) Son by jacky-rubou ++ Limbo by emjam Long-Distance Call by LogicalBookThief Lost and Found by rubyflakes Lost on the Desert to Die by verysorrytobother Make Me Believe Again by fex_libris Maybe Spit Some Blood at the Camera (Just Say Alive) by Voidfish memory smackdown by untrustworthyglitch Mindscape and Memories by RandomNoodleDish molecules wrapped in silk by moroodors More Than Just the Spare by LogicalBookThief Necessity and Desire by mythomagicallydelicious Needing/Getting by GraboidFarmer Nightmare Town by Giroshane No by Tired TM No Brother of Mine by brook456 No Need for Tending by Cutiebat Not To Be Blamed by ambigiousgelpens Nothing’s Even Wrong and it’s sequel by FriendlyCybird Of Ending Summers and Endless Stars by EpitheicalPseudonym Oh Brother, My Brother by monkeyihihji On a Small Craft Somewhere Out in the Arctic by thesnadger Oneshots Collection by pessimisticvirtuoso Onyesha by ArtsyMeeShee / pessimisticvirtuoso Pet Humans by thesnadger Photographic Memory by impish_nature Pitt Cola on the Porch by Oh_Mellow Plans made and executed (Only to be foiled) by Crazycatscarmen Playing Pretend by Lizzy322 Pulling My Weight (In Gold) by Cyane putting the dog to sleep by parsnipit Quietus by optimisticvirtuoso Real Men (Don’t) Cry by Nicnac Regrets by AgentPrettyGuy Remorse by RadioactiveDeLorean Salt Water in my Veins by a_solitary_marshmallow Scourge by XxDecipheringGravityFallsxX Self-Starvation by detectivejigsaw Separation Anxiety by factuals-fanfics should’ve just held my tongue by howevernot ++ Shut Up by eeveelotions Siren Song by mythomagically-delicious Sixer by Keleficent Smile Like You Mean It by Logicalbookthief Somehow – Someday by Callipraxia Sooner or Later by twinkinu Spill It by pessimisticvirtuoso ‘Stanford’ Pines by impish_nature Starving Works by PorcelanaRota Stay With Me by Keleficent Stone Cold Crazy by Alverrann Suffocating by CrownedAnxietyAttack Suffocating Part 1 & Suffocating Part 2 by saddle-up-dipper Ten Years by Runs_With_Wolves1 The Bouncer by sherlockfreak The broken pieces smile by Crazycatscarmen The Defective Twin by Elysianhyena The difference between holding and gripping by detectivejigsaw The Different Path by Bill_Cipher666 The Guttering Candlelight of a Tired Soul by 3HobbitsInATrenchcoat The past and the future by crazycatscarmen The Phoenix in the Birch Trees by anistarrose The Weird Old Man (who kinda looks like dad) by MotherOftheUniverse This Is What Dreams Are Made Of by fordanoia tie a noose around your mind by Word_Adict Tough Love by hattafan2593 Treading Water by phoenix (PrettyRedEyes) Two Sided by littleoptimistme Unless I Be Relieved By Prayer by thesnadger Untitled (sequel to Long Distance Call) by snapback-gravity-falls We Must Not Look at Goblin Men, We Must Not Buy Their Fruit and its continuation Growing Up Is Optional by logicalbookthief ++ Week Two – Travel by FriendlyCybird Wherever We Go… by IncomingAlbatross Wherever We Go by AlexTWDgr01 Who We Are, Who We Want To Be by BadonKaDank Wishful Thinking by Raven Darkwood year of atonement (busywork 1) by transmascdreamxd You’re Home Now by Keleficent You’re (Not) My Dad by MotherOftheUniverse Your Heart’s to Big For Your Body by MotherOftheUniverse
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This is the angstiest thing I’ve ever written, and WORST OF ALL, this could technically count as canon compliant, which means it just. Hurts a whole bunch.
This was written for the Memory Vial AU, which means I’m tagging a whole bunch of people for this, which also means that I, would like, to apologize.
@kagaintheskywithdiamonds @thefallenangel2008 @inkyrainstorms @willapines618 @pickledoesthetumbling @xirine13 @pinefamilycatsau
Without further ado, this is the Stan Swap, aka moments before the memory gun.
“What other choice do we have?”
The bars of their pyramid shaped cage are uncomfortably warm under Ford's fingers.
They should be cold, distantly, a mark in Ford's mind grumbles that cage bars should all be cold, but these ones, made of a demon's magic and unbreakable, are slightly warmer than his palms. He can feel it through the gloves, like touching a warmed mug, and it's just another thing that's wrong in this place.
He's going to have to give in.
To save the kids, if nothing else. Ford's not sure what Bill Cipher will do with him after he gets the equation, and starts the end of the world, but it won't be pleasant. It could be torture, he could be killed outright, but whatever the consequences, its better than letting the children, bright Dipper and shining Mabel, be crushed for his mistakes.
Ford is shaking, just slightly. Here in this cage, with his brother, he lets himself be a little afraid.
“He wants into your brain,” Stanley says quietly. “But, if we trapped him in someone else's, would the memory gun work?”
Ford turns.
Stanley has a look in his eyes, a contemplation, running numbers, like he's planning out just how heavy to lay into a con back at the Mystery Shack. He's thinking, but there's also a fierceness in his look.
Ford swallows. “There's nothing else Bill wants.” He draws in a slow breath, and lets it out in a sigh.
“It's my mind he needs, and I'm immune to the gun's effects.”
“But I'm not.”
Ford drags his eyes back up to his brother. The fire in his eyes hasn't pulled away, instead it's sharpened, and a grin, wry and quick, flashes on his face.
“What?”
“Ford.” Stan says, and his voice is hard and serious. “There's nothing he wants in your mind, and the gun won't work on you anyway, but it'll work on me.”
There is a moment, small and heavy, where Ford's mind stalls, lags behind. He squints at his brother, confused. Stan's face gives nothing away, but the grin gets bigger. It still doesn't reach his eyes.
“We're twins, Stanford.”
The revelation, the understanding, the shock, when it does come, jabs a shard of ice so deeply into Ford's chest that he lets out a little sharp sound.
“..No.”
“Yes,” Stan says, and he's already shedding his suit jacket. “C'mon, switch coats with me. Actually-all of it. We gotta make this count.”
“Stanley,” Ford gasps. “No. We're not- we can't just switch places.”
They had done this prank, this joke, as children all the time. It had worked on teachers, even their parents sometimes, but they were children.
The consequences back then weren't dire. They weren't joking around with the fate of the world, there weren't lives at stake.
Stan has successfully taken off the jacket, and he holds it out with a hand. With the other, he undoes the laces of his shoes. He's wobbly, standing only on one foot, but he's moving quickly.
Ford doesn't take the jacket. The horror of this is sinking in.
“Stan this-it would erase your mind. Your-your memories, everything that makes you a person.”
He would be a shell. A husk. Gutted and swept clean of any experiences, any feeling. A blank eyed old man, quiet and docile. Everything Stan isn't. The thought of it is terrible, it makes Ford sick.
“I mean yeah,” Stan says, far too casually for someone talking about the destruction of their own mind. “But it would stop Bill. We have to stop Bill.”
He raises up his suit jacket until it's in Ford's eye line. He shakes it, just a little.
Stan's eyes are determined, but also desperate.
“Ford. Let,” he swallows and starts again. “We have to do this. You have to let me do this.”
Ford hovers his hand over the jacket, but he can't force himself to grab it. To take it would be an agreement, a deal, this time not for knowledge, but for his brother's very soul. His hand shakes.
Stan doesn't look away. They don't have much time, Ford can see it in his eyes.
“Please.” Stan whispers, and Ford crumbles.
He takes the jacket.
Stan doesn't sigh in relief, he doesn't smile, he just moves. Quickly and methodically, he starts unbuttoning his shirt.
Ford follows suit, takes off his gloves and shoves them in the pockets of his coat, sheds that too. He dumps his clothes on the floor, the boots and his turtleneck.
Stan hands him his button up, and doesn't comment on Ford's scars at all. Ford doesn't comment on his.
As Ford puts it on, he realizes that the shirt is still warm.
The pants are close enough that they don't need to change, but the shoes take the longest for Ford to do up. The laces escape his fingers, over and over, the digits shaking too hard.
He gives up on them, terrified, as a great thunderous rumble echoes in the pyramid above them.
They're running out of time.
“Here.” Stan says, and Ford flinches.
Stan looks like him. The turtleneck and the coat, while predictably fitting him tightly, are still firmly in place. The boots, even. Each detail, except for the hands, matches up.
Stan hands Ford the fez cap.
Ford takes it, and licks over cracked lips to speak. “The fingers.” He says. “How are we going to-Bill would notice.”
“Aw, crap.” Stan pats his sides, likely looking for something that's now in the pockets on Ford's person, and pulls out the gloves.
Ford had sewn them himself, a million years ago. He'd butchered multiple pairs of gloves before he finally figured out how to best sew an allowance for the extra finger. He cut these in half, in between the four fingers on the original glove, and then cut out just the middle finger on another pair, and sewed it on the cut ones. It left a pair of gloves with an extra middle finger, which fit him perfectly.
He remembers being excited about it, waving his hands around and bending all his fingers, watching the fabric stretch and pull, but actually fit.
He'd felt a little bad, back then, destroying another perfectly usable pair of gloves just to make something for himself. Just to fix something that was his own problem.
As he watches Stan slide them on, and stick a pen inside to fill out the extra middle finger, Ford sees the irony in it. In the act of destroying something innocent to cover his own skin.
“That should do it.” Stan grins, and he wiggles his actual fingers in the glove. The middle one is unnaturally stiff, but if he holds his hands straight, and if Cipher doesn't look too carefully, maybe it'll work.
If If If. Maybe Maybe.
Ford slides the fez cap on, until it just barely touches his ears. It covers up his slightly darker hair, at the very least. Stan's hair is a little flatter than his, if you know what you're looking for.
The swap is complete, the puzzle pieces rearranged and shoved into incorrect spots, but at least they lay flat.
Ford can't find something to say.
There are a million things he should say, needs to say, but each time he opens his mouth, the words shrivel up and die in his throat.
He's afraid, and this time it's not for himself.
“Stanley,” he starts to say, forlorn and apologetic, but Stan cuts him off.
“Hold that thought,” he says, and he holds out the memory gun.
Ford freezes.
If he thought taking the jacket was difficult, this is impossible.
He stares at it, and cannot move his arms from his sides. This is a sort of death that is being handed to him. A murder weapon, a destroyer. The rock in Cain's hand. Ford cannot take it.
“It will erase you Stanley,” He says. “All-all of your memories. Your past. Everything. You won't know who you are, who the kids are.”
Who I am. Ford doesn't say. I don't think I could stand it, to see you not know me.
“It's alright,” Stan says. His voice is somehow comforting, despite all this. It's quiet, but strong, unwavering.
It's a hell of a good con.
“It'll be quick.” He says, and it makes Ford suck in a fast gasp.
He squeezes his eyes shut, to force the tears back.
He realizes he's going to have to pull the trigger. He'll need to do it fast, just after the deal is struck, before Stan-before Bill can recover. In a moment, he'll need to wipe his brother's mind of everything it is, everything it was.
Ford will have to do it.
“I can't.” He says. And his voice sounds like the beginning of a sob. His tongue sticks to the roof of his mouth and suddenly all he can taste is blood, and he doesn't want to reach for the gun at all, he doesn't want to be in his brother's clothes at all, he wants to be away, back in the shack, even back in that cold and dreary basement, at least then he won't have to do this.
“Please Stanley, don't,” there is a tightness in his throat, and it's guilt and it's regret and it's love, love for his brother and Ford can't even say it, can't possibly form it all into enough words so that Stanley will understand.
“Please don't make me do this.” Ford whispers. He sounds like a child.
There is a hand on his, and the handle of the memory gun slips between Ford's fingers. Another hand, warm even through the gloves, curls his fingers around it.
Stan holds the gun steady, until he's sure that Ford has it, that Ford's shaking hand won't drop their last chance. Then, he lets go.
“Sixer,” Stan says, and the name out of his mouth is warm and it makes the pressure in Ford's chest swell. It's nothing like how Bill says it, how he's ever said it.
This nickname is one of care, of childhood boats and dreams, of trust, unbroken and broken.
It's love. Ford can hear it.
Stan's eyes are watering. Still, they hold that same determination, that fire. That life.
Ford tries to hold it in his mind. Soon, soon he will look into blank eyes and that life, the memories of a life will be gone. He tries to hold it, hold on to the sight of it.
“I need to know that you'll do it.” Stan says, and it's the worst thing he's ever said.
It's worse than anything Ford has ever heard. It's worse than anything Ford ever will hear, because there is pleading in his brother's voice. He's pleading to die.
He's asking Ford to pull the trigger.
Ford is a weak man.
In this moment he realizes he's never been strong. He's always been a coward, and a fool, and a terrible brother and a worse man because in this moment, he is weak.
Ford nods. His fingers tighten on the handle of the memory gun, and he slides it carefully into the breast pocket of his brother's suit.
There's a tick of relief in Stan's shoulders.
He smiles, a tiny thing that still manages to look warm. His eyes are wet.
Ford reaches forward. It's been forty years, almost forty one, since Ford has hugged his brother. He cannot remember the last time he did so, and he hopes, god he hopes that Stanley does, that Stan remembers, even for these brief last moments, that at some point Ford cared enough to show how he feels.
Ford reaches forward, to grab, to pull, to hold on, even for the brief moment they have left, before Bill comes in and the show starts, the con falls into place, Ford reaches forward to do something.
Stanley steps away.
He takes a single half step backwards, until Ford's hand can only reach empty air.
“Save it,” he says gently, kindly. “Until after, okay? When, when I remember again.”
Ford is trying so hard to hold back tears that his teeth are chattering ever so slightly.
“Okay?” Stan repeats, and for the first time Ford sees fear in his brother's face, a sort of anxiety that guts him. “We'll, we'll be,”
“It'll be okay.” Ford says. His voice isn't strong, not like his brother's, but he jams that phrase home as hard as he can, like he can prop up his own crumbling resolve with one sentence alone.
“After.” He repeats.
“Until after.” Stan echoes.
Stan takes a big, gusty breath through his nose, and squares his shoulders back. Suddenly the wet eyes are gone, the kind, pleading face is smoothed over, and Stan looks ready.
Ford tries to follow suit. The memory gun weighs his chest down heavily, his jaw won't work properly, but still he tries. He has to be strong, just for this.
Just one more mile.
“Okay.” Stan says, and he slips into the voice of the mask, of a conman, of a man so sure of himself and of every move he's ever made, like he's confident.
“How good is your impression of me?”
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Please, Not Him
Watched the mirror scene one night and got possessed to draw this. Hehe, enjoy! :))
I guess I’m combining hyperfixations here but I literally cannot get the idea out of my mind & have to word-vomit it somewhere:
Wouldn’t it be wild if Ford had some sort of severance procedure sometime in his portal era as a way to try & stop Bill from possessing his body all the time? And what if the “innie” version of Ford was the one who came through the portal? & went through Weirdmaggedon? & had all those experiences? & then one day on the Stan O’ War II he just…wakes up as his “outie” somehow. He’s so confused & disoriented because that version of him is still in the portal. That version of him doesn’t realize he’s much older now. That version of him is still in survival mode. & the moment he sees Stan he’s confused, paranoid, distrustful. Imagine all the progress the Stan Twins had made just suddenly disappearing because of it.
That stupid TikTok trend idk man
"happy birthday to me."
"HEY BROTHER! IT'S SIXER! I'M GONNA TAKE THE SWIM IN FROZEN LAKE TOMORROW AND I MIGHT NEVER COME BACK, SO IF YOU DON'T HEAR FROM ME, I JUST WANT YOU TO KNOW THAT IT'S BECAUSE I NEVER LOVED YOU. BUH-BYEEEE!!!!"
He's psychotic but it's okay I can fix that
My take on Canible Stanley :D.
Some 11B Stan angst. Gotta love it.
Chapter three of Dimension 11B is out!!
Fiddleford gets them to take a break, obliviously with some arguing attached of course. And it's Ford's first POV!! It goes 2 chapters for Stan, 2 chapters for Ford, 2 chapters for Stan, 2 chapters for Ford, etc...
Along with some sketches :).
Also it's my birthday today!!! Yippie!
Some Christmas art annnddd I posted my AU for gravity falls! Go read it I've got the prologue and chapter one posted right now!!
(I posted it a lil early too. It's almost 1AM).
Stanley has six fingers instead of Ford!
Yippieeee trauma.
I'm currently making an AU.
A not so fun birthday. My gf au I'm making :)
Stanley is not having a good time.
My gf 11B AU >:). I may be evil to my characters and give them an ungodly amounts of trauma.
Just some late night drawings at casually 1:30 in the morning. 😳
Finished my WIP drawing :). It's my gravity falls AU 11B! I can't wait to post my story. I believe that I might make this art also into a digital piece as well. I will post it when/if I do.
I ve been thinking and as i can remember we never see Stan and Bill interact 1 on 1 only at the last episode. I think there is a very high chance that Bill tried to help him rebuild the portal ... or not? Why wouldnt Bill help Stan? I mean thats the thing bill wants.. eh idk im studying to be an engineer so i cant rlly write
And some mullet Stan doodles as a gift🥲
A BAD DREAM. Part 2
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ONCE AGAIN! I've destroyed my back for your satisfaction. Such an update schedule huh?
Drawing at this speed gonna take a chunk out of me sooner or later.
Well how are we feeling people? 🫶 Sad? Despair?
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"Ford wanted to sit down and finally talk about their issues, catching up after Weirdmegedon. Unfortunately he found out a memory his brother will never forget."