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Damn I did not realize I had exams today HAHAHAHA HOLON I WAS SUPPOSED TO POST THE STRIP CHALLENGE PROMISE GUYS IMMA POST IT TODAY JUST LEMME GET THROUGH MY CLASSES AHDOSBDJAJDJSJS

*I would just pat them once and offer an Apple slice since I'm eating an apple*

You seem really nice for a goose, anything crazy happening to you recently?

*Gives bread* heyooo :D

*the goose takes the bread and honks at you* 🪿

I like this goose! May I pet you?

*Gives bread* heyooo :D

*the goose takes the bread and honks at you* 🪿

Since the poll is practically over and the outfit's largely been decided, I'll be dropping the first post to the strip challenge in a couple hours on my Ford Blog @gftimelord to christen it HAHAHHA- (psst go bother him it'll be funny HAHHAHAH) Thanks for the interaction everybody, I only hope to deliver. Here's the first drabble to start it off with since I am pairing every drawing with a story sequence as promised. You could probably think of this as my interpretation for some kind of continuation to Ford's route in "Swooning Over Stans" by @gfdatingsim since I've genuinely been non-stop playing that game since it's recommendation to me. I will balance med proper and my delulu if it's the last thing I do HAHAHAHA-

Reply to this post as well if you want to be pinged for whenever this challenge updates!

I Accept Your Challenge!

(Stanford Pines x Reader)

After you heard a new challenge becoming trendy among couples you decide to try it on a certain Stanford Pines; just... you didn't exactly explain to him what the challenge was.

Maybe his competitiveness was a good thing in this case. You at least got a bloody good show out of his cluelessness.

Another slow summer day and you were in the living room of the mystery shack alongside the Pines as they went about doing whatever. Navigating your relationship with a certain scientist definitely somewhat of a learning curve but you digressed. Similar to Dipper and Mabel, you'd receive post cards from the twins about their seafaring adventures; your mail just came with additional special letters from your beloved. All of which you'd neatly stowed away in a bag that you always had with you, no use keeping it at home when you were rarely there.

Often traveling for a nomadic lifestyle was serene and fun at times, but you found yourself missing this place. It felt more like a home to you than your own place did in the couple weeks you'd stuck around after your car got smashed into the side of the log cabin.

Who knew that the same man who totaled your car one day would be the same adorable nerd you now called your lover?

It felt a bit like those romance dramas Stan liked to watch but you quickly dismissed that thought. Fairytales weren't real, fate isn't exactly something you believed in either. Stories of princesses finding their prince charmings were mostly smoke and mirrors, things you'd tell a child to give them hope of a better world than reality.

In gravity falls however... you quickly learned that nothing was truly impossible. Never say never in this small town of Oregon.

You sat on the floor next to Dipper and Mabel as they boredly flipped through TV channels; books, papers and crayons littered about around the three of you. The glass danced with colors from the rapidly flipping images while the twins struggled to find anything even remotely entertaining to watch, you couldn't help but allow your mind to wander from the boredom.

You and Ford spent quite a bit of time since you'd arrived at the beginning of the week, frankly you'd made the trip as soon possible when Stan shot you a message that they'd finally docked to spend the summer with the kiddos. You hoped it wasn't all that obvious how much you missed Stanford, but you didn't really need to worry when he was the one who immediately swamped you up in a hug the second you were out of your car. It's only been two years thus far since you've known the man but Stanley and Mabel insisted that you stay with him in his room, you didn't know why they were so adamant until you saw the state of the man's living quarters.

A whole day was spent with the both of you furnishing and cleaning the said room because of that but neither of you complained, most of the time was spent goofing off anyway.

Now... you were wondering where Ford was, not to mention what he was doing. Was he down in the lab tinkering again? You didn't want to disturb him, but you really wanted to find him. Any time spent apart didn't feel like time used to it's full capacity, even if you did enjoy the company of the other Pines; it just wasn't the same.

At some point, you were bored enough to not necessarily care whether you'd be disturbing Ford's work or not when you went down to the lab. It was just last summer when he taught you how to get down there, as well as spilling more about his past. All of which you simply listened to unless he asked anything; it was better to listen and attempt to understand than say or do something that would make it worse.

Seems like he really wanted to get it off his chest too, be transparent with you; something you appreciated.

You were shaken out of your headspace when you heard the rustling of boxes from the lab, as well as some hushed but frustrated cursing. You didn't really recall a time Ford swore unless he was legitimately ticked off, the man made a valiant effort not to compared to his twin.

But they both had sailor mouths anyhow even if it was fitting.

"Ford? Are you down here?"

"Ah-! [Y/N]! What- what are you doing down here?"

You moved closer to him in an attempt to see what he was doing, even if the man looked a bit rattled to be found like this by you.

"What are you doing?"

"I asked first my dear."

Ford chuckled, shifting to hide something behind his back. You pouted at him and crossed your arms. He couldn't help but smile at how cute you looked doing that.

"Was looking for you, Dipper and Mabel are bored watching TV upstair anyway... sooooo- what are you doing?"

You smiled when Ford returned your inquisitiveness with a small laugh, showing you what he held in his hand. A pair of goggles?

"What's that for?"

"I was attempting to sort through which of my belongings I could still use among the ones I wish to discard. Inadvertently I ended up finding these, I think I could still make use of them."

You tilted your head at him as a silent prompt to continue, it took every bit of control from Ford not to laugh again. You looked like a curious puppy, though he figured he shouldn't say that outright.

"It's simply among the items I collected and kept with me through my time in the multiverse. Protective eyewear can be useful for many things."

"Huh, if you have that— does it mean you still have the rest of the outfit?"

Now it was your turn to think Ford was being cute, he just wordlessly blinked at you in surprise. Was your request really that odd? You'd barely seen him in any other outfit combinations, of course you'd be curious.

"I—... I think I do? Why do you ask?"

"Do you think you'd still be able to rock it like you used to?"

"'Used to'? Excuse me?"

"I mean, it's been a couple years... why don't you try it on again?"

Ford laughed once again from your teasing, the way you sassily tried to goad him on was entertaining in it's own right. He was a bit on the fence about the whole outfit however, especially due to the memories associated with it.

It's not that bad compared to some things he'd found though... maybe he could indulge you.

"Hm..."

"I-I mean, if you really don't want to—"

Your panicked stammering was cut short when a warm palm cupped your cheek, meeting Stanford's eyes as he pressed a chaste kiss to the crown of your head. He could feel your skin heat in up in his hand, hiding a cheeky smile in your hair as he held you there.

"I'll show it to you... as soon as I can find the rest of the outfit."

Ford couldn't help but smile wider when your cheerful laugh rang out; it's the best sound to ever have graced his ears in the time he's been alive. A bit surprising given how many things he's been exposed to, but he couldn't name another chime so pleasant.

"I'll hold you to that Ford."

"And I accept your challenge my dear."

YEAAAAH HERE IT ISSSS- TEXT THING CUZ WE NEED INTRODUCTION-

"Allons-y!"

"What?"

"Allons-y, it's French for 'let's go'— Oh nevermind."

Couldn't help myself so I messed with a concept with Ford that I'm surprised I haven't seen yet. I can't tell if I want this to be a separate AU entirely or part of my Ford Family AU so I'll leave that be for now. I also decided to give him a sonic screwdriver instead of his own gadget because the multiverse is a funny thing and well, let's just say it ended up in his hands as a "gift".

Very much inspired by @orxinus' Megalomaniac Ford but I made him a lot more goofy. (I love their AU check them out guys!)

Edit: He now has his own blog! Go bother him on @gftimelord LOLOLOL

"Who are you?!"

"I am the doctor!"

Time Lord Stanford anyone? Seriously how come I haven't ever seen anyone draw this idiot as a Doctor Who yet LOLOLOLOL

Yeah this is the one I'll use for my Ford askblog cuz why not

Damn it's been a while I should make some Mr bill pines AU stuff from @/honeqq(not pinging because I don't wanna disturb HAHAHA) I miss these bozos LMFAO

Just a thought, if reader ever decided to give the stan twins flowers it would be wild soley because Stan and Ford grew up in a time where guys were supposed to give gals flowers, not the other way around LMFAO

Though, I feel like Stan would be over the moon about it even if he does make a fuss at the beginning about the fact that he should be getting you flowers and not the other way around. But that's got more to do with the fact that he doesn't really recieve genuine gifts all that often, but he does appreciate the gesture. And possibly steals a really big bouquet of your favorite flowers to give to you at a later time in retaliation-

With Ford on the other hand, it depends on when you give him flowers but for the most part he still gets flustered and bashful all the same. If it's for an amiable reason or to celebrate an achievement he thinks it's courtesy and although shy about it- he's grateful for the gift. If he's taken an interest to you, likely crushing on you already and you give him a gardenia- this man would short circuit and die on the spot. Granted it might actually be a really subtle way to say: "I reciprocate your feelings." or "I like you too." but kill the idea of Ford missing that detail when that man practically drowns in details. He definitely gets you a flower bouquet of your own at some point, most likely he makes it himself with Dipper and Mabel's help too.

Imagine asking Stanford for another kid during a late night while the triplets are asleep. You were both cuddling on the couch watching a movie and a blanket was draped around you as you remained in your lover's arms. Some cliche sci-fi movie danced across the glass as the volume remained low to not disturb the rest of your family.

Ford couldn't help but notice something was partially off, you stared at the TV screen but weren't focused at all on what it even showed. Actually... now that he thought about it- you seemed pretty distracted all throughout the day; not just now.

"A penny for your thoughts my dear?"

You turned to Stanford with a small giggle, resting your head over his chest with a contented sigh. His heartbeat was the most relaxing sound you'd ever heard, oftentimes falling asleep to it's rhythm or whenever Ford would card his hands through your hair. You swore this man absolutely knew just how to pull miracles with his hands.

"Mhm... just when I thought our three little tykes wouldn't ever fall asleep they're out like a light. Sound familiar?"

Ford raised an eyebrow at you amused while one of his hands absentmindedly rubbed your back. It was like he was legitimately trying to put you to sleep or something, you were just too stubborn to and forced your eyes to stay open and look at him.

"Yeah, I think we did quite well." "We should have another."

It took less than a second for your words to have taken effect. Imagine just how red Ford's face immediately got, the heartbeat you were listening to picking up and thumping wildly in his chest as well to reflect his embarrassment. You didn't know why you suddenly felt so bold tonight, it might've been your brain being half-awake in the moment.

Stanford attempted to reply but all that came out from his lips were incoherent words and random stuttering as his mind struggled to catch up. You shifted your position slightly to start kissing his neck and he couldn't help but laugh, not just because it felt ticklish but also because he was generally just pretty amused.

"Another?! Are you trying to seduce me?"

Ford didn't know how to properly face the fact that you looked absolutely stunning like this, the glow of the TV outlining you like an angel in his arms. He was already in knots from the fact you were in one of his pajama shirts, he was currently wearing the matching bottoms. It was just straight sin that you also looked at him like a sleepy but stupidly sexy siren.

He couldn't help himself at that point, raising a hand to cup your face, eyes swimming in adoration. You leaned into his palm and hummed contentedly.

Both of you had been married for a couple years now, yet it always felt like just yesterday he was at the altar watching you stride down the aisle. Ford didn't know how much of a lucky sonofagun he had to be for you to pick him of all people.

"Look... I know I'm not entirely like I used to be, not as thin or pretty-"

The mention of your name spilling from his lips cut that sentence short, he didn't allow you to finish speaking, much less hold on to that thought.

"Oh my dear, you couldn't be more wrong. You're more beautiful than ever."

By now, Ford had gently guided you back to lay against the couch. His warm hands caressing your body, exploring, admiring like one would for an exquisite art piece. Thing is, to him you weren't even that. It was beneath you.

"Your strong hips and thighs, your smooth luscious curvesㅡ"

To Stanford, you were much more, downright priceless and incomparable to any worldly possession he could think of. He used to think he was married to his research, dedicated to no one and nothing but the pursuit of academic excellence.

Then you walked into his life, and consequently threw that notion upside down and inside out.

"And these!" "Stanford!"

You couldn't help but joyously squeal when he suddenly nuzzled your chest, you could practically hear the smug smirk in his tone. He was still a very reserved and shy man, you knew that muchㅡ but in the confines and privacy of your shared home?

Ford was so lovably arrogant that most days you can't help but knock him down a couple pegs. It was because of you after all that his head didn't get too large. The man really didn't know where he'd be without you at his side, but in the moment he didn't want to think about it.

He didn't want to think at all really.

"Yes, let's have another."

He mumbled against your lips, pulling you in for another sensual kiss as his hands cradled your face. Your fingers carding through his hair. What either of you would give to make this night last forever, to have this moment last forever.

Just a slice of peace where the both of you could remain for as long as you're able. What wouldn't you give for that?

"Let's have as many as you want."

You felt pampered in Ford's embrace, drowned in his affection that you knew was yours and yours alone. The love he felt towards the triplets was something else entirely.

A small smile worked it's way up to your lips while you both exchanged soft kisses, there was no haste or need to rush. The both of you could simply be happy right here, right now, together.

Suddenly, a loud wail rang out from the upstairs of the cabin. Followed by two more loud cries from three certain troublemakers. You let out an exasperated noise and nuzzled into Stanford's neck as he chuckled at the timing of it all.

"Or... we could just practice."

WIP because I'm apparently high- I have no idea what I'm doing can you tell? XD

Either way just have some young Stan Twins in the meantime while I conk out it's 1 in the morning and I'm doodling nonsense HAHAHAHA

I dare anyone to guess what that stuff actually is and what I put them in cuz I don't think ya'll can :D

Also, do I keep the style I'm currently doodling in? Or do I go back to how I used to do it where they looked more similar to the show's style?

Okay I might not be over the top delulu with this- but I don't really see much modern AUs though but that might be just me LOL

Also, they're supposedly childhood friends in this AU, hence why they'll have similar chemistry to the grand tour trio. Also we get smart Stanley because FUCK IT IT'S FUNNY- brother has so much EQ give him some IQ it's funny.

I love them and frankly the idea of Stan randomly going: "L bozo + ratio get clowned on" while dabbing is so brainrot I cannot stop laughing when I think of it

The biggest reason why Stan and Ford don't bother looking much different on most days is soley to mess with their professors, Ford barely sleeps so there are instances he's late to class or straight up absent. Why his record is impeccable is thanks to Stan filling in for him during attendance and the professor not really giving a shit to double check HAHAHAHA-

Also yes, Fidds is older than them by a year because he is in fact their senior in this AU! They just share some classes because some general subjects are already thrown around and these three are already irregulars thanks to how advanced they are anyway.

Do I keep shitposting about this AU- LMFAO feed me ideas if yall wanna see more from this slice of insanity

Are we cooking are we cooking chat are we cooking I feel like I'm cooked not cooking LOL

Seriously practicing anatomy and shit with Fordsy and picking the ones I even barely like- also idc I'm perpetually putting him in a suit for my AU if Stanley has a damn suit I'm giving Ford a fucking 3 piece PLS HAHAHAHAH—

Seriously debating on writing up a secret spy service AU for these guys, idk if anyone's already done it though and I don't want to impose.

Also, gonna debut my AU ford blog in a bit once this doodle board is finished with colors. Go bother him if you're bored I guess HAHAHAHA-

Still waiting for the timer on the other poll to tick down before I post the Strip challenge thing, I also lowkey fear what to expect from it but ya know what we BALL-

Genuinely just curious has anyone ever made like a "Secret Service" AU for gravity falls because I would give an arm and a damn leg for the Stan twins + Fiddleford doing men in black or James Bond shit to save the multiverse by playing cards under the table-

If there's none I will make it myself I DO NOT CARE I NEED IT AHHAHAHA-

The way I couldn't stop myself from giving him the Kingsman treatment in my AU, genuinely I feel like when he got thrown into the portal the first time- his priorities weren't to end bill but to get back home so the way he navigates his situation would already be somewhat different.

Then I remembered Rick Sanchez fucking exists and now I'm like- hold on, what if I just put this idiot in a suit that practically has everything with weapons that don't look as silly as a freaking triangle shaped blaster. Also yes give him actual training on how to fight I know he learns through survival in canon but PLS IMAGINE HIM BEING PAID TO LITERALLY DO CIA/MIB SHIT BY THE INTERGALACTIC FEDERATION-

("Your math is no match for my gun you idiot!" Brother has a toblerone pistol COME ON SIXER-)

Is it stupid? Yes. Is it over the top spy? Yes. Will he look fucking sexy? Pls when you use Colin Firth as a damn reference WHO DOESN'T WANNA SNUGGLE WITH THE DEFINITION OF DEMURE-

Anyway, so yeah in my AU when he does eventually go dimension hopping with his triplets he'll be fucking dressed because I like suffering and suits are hot. There's absolutely no practical reason to this other than they look gosh darn pretty.

I would give a kidney for this fucker to go "Manners Maketh Man" and start a damn bar fight-

But this only does start because of that one post I made about all of them deciding to go adventuring in Dr Who cosplays, AU!Ford just so happens to be the one to maintain it.

Bro I am so delulu over the idea of wifey Reader just doing his tie every morning like: "Good luck at work." And then the fucking morning kisses with coffee and breakfast AGH-

BRO IMAGINE PULLING HIS TIEEEEE I NEED TO WRITE ABOUT THAT OMGGGG-

The triplets would not be amused, but they would try to mess with all his gadgets because WHY NOT-

Bonus cookies if yall manage to convince me to get Stan in on his brother's shenanigans because ngl I AM CONSIDERING THAT SHIT FOR MY AU SO BAD- LIKE JUST THEM KICKING ALIEN BUTT LIKE JAMES BOND OR BUSTING DOWN ILLEGAL INTERDIMENSIONAL DRUG RINGS- OH MY GOD I AM SO SICK- HAHAHAHAHHA-

Imagine getting an ice cream with the four Pines because it's peak summer and both you and Ford are just waiting for it to melt before you eat it. Mabel thinks it's adorable that you and Ford get along like that while Dipper is just very confused.

Stanley thinks it's a fucking felony that there's two of you that do this and this man has committed how many crimes by now.

Ford is just happy he has someone who understands his point about melty ice cream and which flavors work for it. That and drinking a smoothie is still different from melted ice cream.

Just imagining Ford giving hugs rn, feeling in the dumps because parental figure decided to be a POS. Just imagining him being there, giving reader a hug and telling them that it's going to be okay.

You don't need to smile all the time.

You don't need to act like it's always fine.

You don't need to be strong for once.

It's okay to cry.

It's not reader's fault that their parents think they're a failure when they've already achieved more than most. It's not their fault that their parents are greedy or narcissistic.

Just imagining him holding reader and patting their back as reader silently cries, he doesn't say anything else. He doesn't need to say anything else. He's just there, and that's enough.

Continuation to this post since it'll be a multi-chaptered thing and I love world building, also more Stan Twins because I love them and they're funny. Next chapter will be reader's turn because YUHHHHH-

I (Learned To) Love You [Stanford Pines x Reader]

Chapter 2: Chained Freedom

The Stan twins return home and Ford overhears some devastating news, Stanley comforts him and they both hatch a game plan.

The sky was beginning to darken by the time the twins had both decided to begin the trek home. Slinging the black book bag over his shoulder, Ford watched the reds and yellows of the horizon bleed indigos and blues; the sun barely peeked over the edge of the water now. The sight never failed to amaze, the stars and moon beginning to make an appearance as well in the retreating light and advancing darkness.

It felt oddly poetic this time, like the closing of a chapter and the beginning of a new one. Stanford always did have a fondness for the vast expanse of space and it’s heavenly bodies. There was just so much to find, to learn, and his curiosity never was truly satisfied since young.

“I think I’ll miss this.”

“The sunset or the sea? Hopefully not this whole place because it’s a dump!”

Stanley got a light punch to the shoulder from his brother in amused retaliation, of course there wasn’t truly any bite in the action– he returned it with another laugh. Ford playfully rolled his eyes as he began to walk up the beach in the direction to the pawnshop.

“You know what I meant; and hey–”

Stanford looked behind at his twin who raised an eyebrow at him, it was a good thing they were always close; he could only hope it would stay that way despite the circumstances and despite the eventual distance. For a duo that shared faces, it was a bit hilarious in retrospect how jarringly different they were. 

Yet, they coexisted and thrived like no one else.

“Last one home does the dirty laundry!”

“NO WAY!”

Stanley raced after his sibling as they both booked it down the pavement, cheerful laughter from the two brothers ringing the quiet and empty paths with only the dim hue of the glowing streetlamps to guide them. Stanford already had a head start, not that it helped much when it was against his athletic twin. They bantered and joked during the race home, eventually walking through the door to the pawnshop full of smiles and cheer.

Oh if only it would have lasted.

“First Stanley and now Stanford?! What the hell Filbrick?!”

Came their mother’s shrill cry in the kitchen alongside the clattering of what was possibly random cookware; the noise had sobered up the twins from their merriment immediately. What had they just come back to? 

Sharing a look with his brother, Ford looked up the stairway with trepid hesitation. Going up right now would only interrupt their parents, and by the sounds of it they seemed to be at odds again. It’s happened plenty of times over the course of their childhood, but never to the degree that things were being thrown around. It was always just yelling unless they were involved.

Recalling those moments of ‘discipline’ still sent shivers down his spine.

“I needed a guarantee! The boy has promise but I just couldn’t refuse this offer!”

“So you sold him off?! First Stanley and now him! I can’t believe you!”

Stanford couldn’t believe what he was hearing, his stomach dropped to the floor in an instant. His palms grew clammy, clutching the strap of his book bag, the dread was overpowering. It was getting harder to breathe, his lungs burning and not from the exertion earlier; it was like someone up and sat on his chest. Had his father really done this…? What about his dreams? His education? His career? 

It was like in the dean’s office all over again.

Stanley just pulled his brother into a tight hug, attempting to mumble comforting words to snap Ford out of it. Any assurances would be empty at this point in time, he flinched when the loud clattering or pots and pans rang out once more. He’d long since accepted his situation, but for it to happen to Ford? It didn’t make sense.

“It’s just a marriage, besides– we’re lucky that someone actually wants Ford as a husband! Have you seen him?!”

Stanley just tuned his parents out at this point, guiding his brother to sit outside the shop with him so they didn’t have to listen anymore to the screaming and the cursing. As special as his twin was in their father’s eyes, he was still considered a freak because of his hands. It wasn’t ever something Stan could wrap his head around, it didn’t make Ford any less capable or incredible. 

Still, people always had to criticise something.

“Why…? I thought I was good enough…”

“You are Sixer! Don’t even–”

“AND STILL THIS HAPPENED!”

Stanford couldn’t help the panic and the frustration that exploded out of him at that moment, digging his hands into his hair in an attempt to ground himself from the rapid pace he was spiralling. It was hard to focus on any singular thing when everything seemed to crumble and disintegrate right in front of him until nothing was left.

Stanley couldn’t help the pity that swelled in his chest for his brother, saying nothing and only giving the other a tight hug. Graduation was rolling around and time was running out. They really couldn’t catch a break now could they? Not today, not tomorrow, not ever? Was that even possible?

Right now, they really needed a distraction.

“Let’s get outta here. I’m sure Ma won’t mind if we’re a little late to dinner today.”

Ford just let his brother drag him around at that point, his thoughts nothing short of a jumbled mess that he couldn’t make heads or tails of. Everything he’d hoped, dreamed of, worked for, practically gone; just like that. 

His hands balled into fists, sorrow bled into frustration– to anger, his life hadn’t even started and his wings were already clipped. Even if he did get farther from here, there was no telling how much distance that would even be. Chances are… not that much. All because of a girl he’d never met, to a family who gave his greedy old man a fat check.

Someone who effectively ruined his life without even being in it!

The loud chime of a pinball machine snapped Ford out of whatever destructive and resentful trainwreck his thoughts were heading towards, hastily looking around himself to find that he was in an arcade. The bright lights and equally obnoxious noises were irritating but distracting, better than nothing the young adolescent supposed.

It didn’t take too long for him to find Stanley by the pinball machines equally frustrated but not for the same reasons. Ford crossed his arms with a blank expression as he watched his brother curse at the machine for who knows what reason, it wasn’t a game that was particularly interesting to him; especially given how much of it was based on chance and not skill.

“What? I was this close to getting the high score!”

“Would you mind explaining why we’re randomly here?”

“Here or home, pick your poison Sixer.”

Stanford didn’t have a retort to that and chose to ignore his twin’s sarcastic tone, both of them were clearly on edge and irate; even if it wasn’t directly at each other. He silently moved to stand next to the machine and actually observe what was going on inside it as his brother put another quarter in to play the game.

The flashing lights were no short of obnoxious as they lit up and flashed at random moments. Ford cringed as another bumper danced in neon hues, at this point the game might as well come with a warning for epilepsy. Stanley didn’t seem to mind however, happily cheering every now and again when the metal pinball would repeatedly raise his score by bumping into more of the obstacles set for it. 

What kind of mind-numbing nonsense was this?

“Stop glaring at the machine, would ya? You’re going to kill my lucky streak!”

Stan narrowed his eyes at his brother when he made an incoherent but disgruntled noise, seriously? Couldn’t he lighten up for even a little while? It would do both of them some degree of good if he just stopped being a hardass when anything pissed him off.

“Look, nothing’s happened yet so could you stop acting like it’s the end of the world already?”

“Not yet, my world hasn’t ended yet. But it’s getting there, holy Moses it’s getting there!”

Ford couldn’t help the sarcasm that flooded off him in droves, there was nobody angrier at his situation than he was so this couldn’t be helped. The brunette was speeding through the five stages of grief at this point for something that had yet to happen, a situation that he also acknowledged he knew very little about as well.

His twin didn’t appreciate the attitude however, returning a deep and annoyed frown at the comment.

“It’s not that bad, the family’s gotta be loaded for Paw to have agreed. You wouldn’t have to work, you’d be loaded once you’re hitched!”

Sadly, that wasn’t the right response either and Ford just grew more irritated; his hands gesticulating wildly and preventing Stan from shoving more quarters into the machine so they could seriously talk. For once, the loud noise around them was a good thing. Otherwise who knows what kind of trouble they would be stirring from this argument.

“Stan, I like working? I like studying? I want to have a notable career and get my name out there?? I can’t do that if I’m tied down like a trophy husband!”

“Oh come on, it’s not like whoever your fiance is would chain you down like a dog.”

“You don’t know that! I don’t know that! For all I know they picked me because I’m like one of those exotic pets that you put on display! Then it’s just: ‘Oh this is my husband, he has six fingers–’ and I’m supposed to be okay with that?!”

Ford got a punch to the shoulder from Stanley for that comment, he knew he deserved it– but that didn’t really placate the man. It wasn’t helping that he was directing his anger at anything and everything aside from the real cause of it. He grumbled out somewhat of an apology before leaning against the side of the machine just as Stanley continued to play.

“It’s not over yet. You still have that project right? If you get admitted into West Coast Tech there’s no way Paw would stop you.”

“Stan, who knows when or where I’ll end up because of the arrangement? Would it even matter if I got in anymore?”

Stanley was genuinely considering giving his twin a good wallop by now, letting out a tired sigh and just focusing on the pinball machine and his game. The scores didn’t matter, the game didn’t really matter, he just needed something to distract his growing irritation and not vent it towards Stanford; even if the latter wasn’t really doing the same.

Ford wasn’t entirely fond of the arcade anyway, too much was going on in too little space; but a distraction was a distraction.

“You have a way out. Maybe take that chance instead of always thinking that only the worst will happen.”

It was only when his twin gestured to the pinball’s plunger that Stanford noticed his apprehension dying down. He always pinned himself to be cynical and nihilistic but there was always a point it would cross into pessimism; an intersection of sorts. The issue was getting out of it.

The machine once again rang a tune to play another round, the plunger’s knob flashing in reds and yellows as Stanley beckoned him to pull it back. The game itself was all about chances, navigating risk and doing what you could amidst the uncertainty. Was this intentional?

Ha, and everyone calls him dramatic.

“You brought me here on purpose.”

“Huh? I’ve got no clue what you’re on about”

Ford rolled his eyes and pulled on the knob, launching the metal pinball into whatever sporadic path his luck drove it to all around the machine. He couldn’t tell if his brother really meant to make the correlation or if it was just a coincidence, either way– he lucked out. 

As Stanley cheered at seeing the highscore rack up on the machine’s leaderboard, his twin was busy already formulating a plan. They didn’t need to tell their old man that they knew what was going on, and frankly it was probably for the best that they feigned ignorance if it wasn’t something he was planning to tell them. It would be fine if things got rough, they had each other to rely on anyway. 

It was always them against the world wasn’t it?

“Hey Poindexter, wanna try beating the top one on this?”

“Sure, it couldn't hurt.”

So it begins, game freaking on!

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A fic that has to do with this post I'd made cuz I'm scraping the walls for more FordxReader content. Anyhow- here's the prologue of my fic, DO NOT TAG THIS AS STANCEST. I REPEAT. DO. NOT. TAG. THIS. AS. STANCEST.

I (Learned To) Love You [Stanford Pines x Reader]

Notes: The Stan twins will act slightly different from canon mostly because I’d rather the narrative run smoother and having Ford be arrogant to the detriment of himself or for Stan to be too nonchalant wouldn’t exactly bode well for the idea I’m trying to run with here so you’ll probably notice that shift where one becomes more mindful and the other becomes more selfless. Just a little, I’m kinda basing this off how I’d normally handle conflicts with my brother too; having a sibling really helps when writing sibling dynamics.

Chapter 1: Prologue

Ford is offered a chance to get into West Coast Tech, Stanley reveals a secret and the Pines Twins have a heart to heart.

As the final chime of the school bell rang for the day, students poured out of the classrooms. The halls and lockers buzzing to life amongst the sea of seniors excited for nothing more than to get out and get home. The building felt like a prison to most of those inside it, a monotonous cycle of suffering and redundancy for a relatively poor attempt at standardisation in the name of education. 

Ford rolled his eyes when he passed by one of his peers complaining about a test on his way to his locker. The test in question wasn’t even difficult, by chance you would score something since it was multiple choice! The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead with a signature annoying hum, on designated study breaks Stanford found the low sound the most irritatingly distracting thing to exist. Alas, it was apparently out of the institution’s budget to even get newer functioning light bulbs; not surprising for a public high school.

Hastily, Stanford navigated through the sea of students that crowded out into the halls, his leather shoes clicking against the yellowing tile with every step; even if it was simply drowned out by the noisy chatter of the other students around him. Who even knew the last time these floors were properly cleaned? He dodged a wet floor sign that had been there since last week, a stain had already formed from the puddle that was in the space. It was just his luck that his locker was far enough away that he didn’t need to be near the mouldy sign or disgusting water.

He seriously couldn’t wait to get out of here.

Assignments were no issue, everything his classmates would have to cram tonight he’d completed weeks before. He fiddled with the aluminium combination lock that kept his belongings secure, it wasn’t the sturdiest thing– but it did the job. The metal casing was cool against his palms, every scratch and dent all so prevalent after years of use. When did he start using it… early elementary? It was a surprise it hadn’t given out on him at this point. Ford deftly unlocked it, the catch springing free as he unhooked and pocketed the little thing in the meantime to access the inside of his locker.

Hell week most students called it, a nightmare of nightmares with projects and tests back to back. Stanford saw no difference in the payload, having managed his time and tasks well enough that this week was like no other school week. Perhaps he was just the odd one again, shoving his books into the old locker became an autopilot routine. Being as studious as he is, Stanford rarely had to bring any homework home as he’d have finished it in school; the only exception to that being projects of any kind.

Speaking of projects, the events of earlier today rang clear in his mind like a record on replay.

“Pines twins to the principal’s office. Pines twins to the principal’s office.”

West Coast Institute of Technology… that’s some offer. He didn’t think his project was that incredible to have gotten noticed, but his father did always say he was special. Even if it did irk him in the moment that all that caught the attention of the old geezer was the mention of a possibility at becoming a millionaire. Alongside the excitement from that news also came the anxiety as well, the school seemed like a dream– cutting edge programs, multidimensional paradigm theory, it was the works and then some! Yet, the royal blue brochure sat sandwiched in the pages of his personal common book like a forbidden weight.

This had to be too good to be true, not to mention… What about his promise to Stanley? What about their plans? Sure, he was greedy enough to want his cake and eat it too– but Ford knew in this situation… there was no twisting it for that middle ground. His hand unconsciously tightened around the shoulder strap of his black satchel. 

What now? Did he really have to pick one over the other?

Ford shook his head and glanced out a nearby window. It was still bright out, maybe he could stop by the beach and clear his head before going home. It should do him some good. Home was a place he’d rather be in less and less should there be any opportunities to get out. Maybe he could invite Stanley if his twin wasn’t drowning in whatever projects or essays like the rest of them. Speaking of, where was the guy?

“Hahaha! Hey Sixer! Whatcha thinkin about?”

“AH-”

Stanley almost ended up with a metal door to the face because of that surprise attack, fortunately he managed to dodge just in time. Ford looked at him with wide eyes, a silent question amidst the shock from his brother sneaking up on him. Not that his twin was even remotely phased, he simply returned the confusion with a nonchalant shrug. 

“Hey, I asked a question first. Besides, what’s got you in knots this time? If ya can’t tell, the day’s over Poindexter.”

Ford rolled his eyes before slamming his locker shut, quickly returning the little aluminium bolt then jumbling up the combination. In retrospect, it did little to safeguard his belongings when it came to those that had similar skills to his brother– but it was a deterrent and still gave him some peace of mind whenever it was sitting there on that rusty metal loop to keep the door shut.

“Nothing too important. Anyway- uh, do you want to head down to the beach before home? We’ve still got time.”

Stanley gave him a million dollar grin in response, it was contagious enough that Stanford soon felt the edges of his lips tilting up instinctively to smile back. He rarely had a smile on his face unlike his socially extroverted twin. There were multiple reasons why most didn’t mistake them for each other despite sharing an identical face. Their starkly different behaviours was one of them.

“Sure! Anything beats being cooped up in the pawnshop with our old man anyway, just lemme get my backpack.”

“Alright, I’ll wait outside for you. It’s far too stuffy in here.”

“Says the one wearing a damn sweater vest!”

Ford rolled his eyes amused when his twin barked out a laugh and disappeared into the sea of their peers, a part of him wondered why their lockers were assigned so far apart but quickly dismissed that train of thought. He didn’t need to think about it, frankly he didn’t need to think about a lot of things, he just did. Irritating yes, but there were situations where the painstaking attention to detail was actually useful. This just wasn’t one of those times.

Shoving his hands into his pockets, Stanford bobbed and weaved through the crowd of young adolescents towards the bright red doors of the exit. The stench of sweaty seniors and the acrid sweetness of somebody’s floral cologne assaulted his nose and caused him to cringe. On one hand, it seems like the football team didn’t know what the hell deodorant was; on the other– were they trying to drown themselves in perfume?! There had to be a threshold of which they could tolerate that fragrance, Ford just wondered how insanely high it had to be for it to burn his olfactory nerves that badly.

Or was he simply sensitive to those kinds of fragrances? He had no clue.

At this point, the brunette grew impatient; a frown worming onto his face as he shoved students out of his way to the door and ignored all the odd looks. Not that people hadn’t already graced him with such an expression before; he had his polydactyly to thank for that. 

Ford couldn’t help the relieved slump in his previously rigid posture when he finally managed to step outside the building, there was really nothing that beats leaving that decrepit concrete facility. No more incessantly buzzing lights, no more tacky painted rooms, and definitely no more flooring that threatened to fall at the seams. 

He looked up at the sky, what was once blue was now painted with magnificently vivid reds and yellows; the sun that accompanied it cast an ethereal golden shine on any of the objects it’s rays were able to strike. It felt like he was in a painting, oddly poetic for a town most people would consider a dump. As a faint breeze tousled his hair, Ford was graced by the vague hints from the salty sea. 

He’d miss this.

Stanford suddenly jolted when a hand slapped his back, quickly whipping around in alarm to see the smiling expression of his twin. His heart felt like it was about to explode against his ribcage, there was no way he was even relatively okay today.

“Woah… Poindexter are you good? You’ve been really jumpy since earlier.”

That question was like a loaded gun with the barrel aimed down on him. As casual as Stan’s tone and body language was– his words indicated otherwise. Stanford took a deep breath and scratched the back of his neck, his panic couldn’t have been that obvious could it?

“I’m fine, ready to go?”

“You betcha, c’mon! We’re wasting daylight!”

Stanford welcomed the slight burn in his lungs and itch in his legs as he ran after his twin, laughing alongside the cheerful Stanley as they ran down the pavement towards the beach where they spent so much time growing up together. He was nowhere near as muscular or fit as his brother was, but that thought barely whisked by in his racing mind. 

“Stan– Hey! H-Hold up!”

“Seriously Sixer? Out of breath already??”

“I’m not as brawny as you! Of course I’m winded!”

Stanley returned a lighthearted laugh, but he did slow down his pace so it was easier on his twin. The crunch of the sand under their shoes and the crash of the waves on the shore painted a cradle of familiarity for the Pines. The two continued to make idle chit-chat as they laughed and walked towards a familiar swing set that might as well be embedded far and deep into their memories like a tattoo. 

A melancholic atmosphere quickly settled over the twins at the sight, a silent but mutual understanding occurring between them about the serious conversation that was already overdue. As they dropped their bags on a nearby rock and sat down on the rickety wooden swings, Stanley stared out at the docked boat they worked so hard to repair. It wasn’t even done but the project seemed like it was inevitably going to be abandoned due to circumstance.

Ford could only awkwardly twiddle his thumbs and stare down at his lap. What could he even say? It’s not like there was really a right answer to his predicament either, he’d have to say goodbye to one or the other. There was no easy way out.

“Look– Ford, I… haven’t exactly been entirely honest to ya.”

That piqued the other’s interest, finally looking up at his twin as his fidgeting also abruptly stopped. Stanley rarely called him by his name, often choosing nicknames of all kinds instead. The man sighed and turned away from the boat to finally look at his brother, as much as he would have loved to say that their childhood dream would still stand true if Ford never got that offer– it wasn’t really the case. Circumstances really didn’t line up for them no matter how you looked at it.

“Even if you didn’t get that offer, I doubt I would’ve really been able to stay either. Dad signed me off to some other family on the west side of the country. Kinda same to where that nerd college will take ya. I’m apparently already engaged to some gal I don’t know and haven’t met. Once we graduate, I’m out of here.”

If it weren’t for the soft crashing of the waves against the sand at low-tide, the silence would’ve been deafening. The tension was already so thick you could cut it with a knife, instead Stanley threw a hammer at it and the whole thing shattered like glass. Broken fragments, withering dreams, it was doomed from the beginning.

Ford was barely comforted by the fact that his twin was pushing him to take that chance for admissions at West Coast Tech, the actions of their father weighed more in the moment right now than whatever potential career or future Stanford was promised.

“When… When did this happen?”

“A couple months ago, I got traded in for some fat stacks. At least now I know I’m at least worth that much to Paw.”

Stanford couldn’t ease the heavy feeling that settled in his gut, as his brother’s attempt at a joke fell flat. There was only one choice for him then. He didn’t know what felt worse. Hands clasping together, the brunette leaned forward and resting his elbows on his knees. Damned if they did, damned if they didn’t.

“And… you’re okay with this?”

“Well, it’s better than nothing. ‘Sides,  I heard the family was rich, I wouldn’t have to lift a finger in my life! Just gotta sit there and keep the wife happy.”

It was a bit unsettling how quickly Stanley seemed to accept the situation, the fact he kept it hidden this well for this long was predictable of the man– but to have fully accepted it just like this hasn’t ever hit harder than it did right here, right now.

“Where are you even going to end up?”

“A town called ‘Gravity Falls’? Apparently it’s in Oregon.”

Well, he’d never heard of that place before. Odd. Ford couldn’t even recall it being mentioned in geography class, much less any map he’s ever looked at. Here he thought he already had a fairly good grasp of locations and the like, apparently not. 

“Hey, don’t give me that look. If you’re that worried I’ll go visit you! Won’t take too long either since we’re both already out west!”

“No– Stan, you’re basically being sold off to some random family in the middle of nowhere! For all you know they could be serial killers or mafia!”

Stanley laughed again, it was starting to get on the other’s nerves how blasé the guy was being in regards to all of this. Seriously, didn’t he care at all? This was something big! They couldn’t be the same after this, not when there would be more obligations among other things that demanded their time.

“You’re thinking too far into it Sixer! I’ll be fine! I’ve already made my peace with it, you should take that chance too. It’s a better shot for your career than whatever they’ve got here.”

“But, you still have so much time left–”

“Stanford.”

Stanley just gave his brother a sorrowful smile, his situation he could make do, the last thing he needed was for his paranoid twin to botch his chances during the unveiling of his project when the recruiters for West Coast Tech arrived out of worry for a situation that neither of them had any power to change. This was as far as he could really go, no use feeling bad over it; better make the most of things instead.

“I’ll be fine. Don’t worry about it anymore okay?”

Stanford couldn’t tell in the moment who really was the older twin, crossing his arms in a small huff. So… he was decided with his brother’s blessing; despite the fact it didn’t make any of this easier to swallow. The next time Ford looked at Stanley, the guy had his arms open in an offer for a hug. 

That was an offer the brunette didn’t even hesitate to take, holding onto Stan tightly like he would disappear if he let go. Somehow it felt like that regardless, even if they were definitely both still there and still entirely in the situation.

“We can figure something out after you get that admission letter to nerd college.”

“You’re an idiot.”

“I’m your twin, that also makes you an idiot.”

Finally, Stanford allowed himself a soft chuckle; things were still pretty tense– but when wasn’t anything for an overthinker? At this point, he was thankful he still had time with Stanley even if it was limited and winding down. They had until graduation.

“You done with your introspective thing Sixer? We should probably get home before Ma gets ticked off.”

“Oh shut up.”

With Stanley laughing again, it was just like that and they were back to normal. The two picked up their bags and started making their way back home. Thankfully things started to settle into a sense of how they often are, or at least as much as it could get for the Pines Twins when spontaneity was usually an ingredient in their routines.

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I can't believe I woke up at 8AM to draw because of this idea LMFAO I'll draw/write something special for someone who can guess what inspired my dumbass to make this shitpost HAHAHHAH

I know chances of it happening are slim to none but pls let's get Poindexter wasted and dancing to Måneskin it'll be funny-

But I might make it canon to my AU because pls DRUNK FORDSYYYYYY- also imagine finding him like this omg it would be so good

I also have one of Stanley- but I'm gonna fix it up the best I can because I have not drawn him EVER aside from the chibi and like- TF THIS MANS LOOKS SO DIFFERENT LOLOLOL-

Also am kinda working on the strip challenge thing alongside some fics, drop me some ideas in my inbox if ever cuz we ballin with the twins fr

Given that adult Ford seems to be winning- here's a poll on potential outfits for this idiot cuz why not I wanna Barbie girl this dude

Btw, whether he wins or loses the outfit roster is still pretty much the same(except for the default) no matter which version of Ford wins HAHAHA

Do I dare draw the strip challenge with Ford- I can do it- just do I? HAHAHAHAH OH WOW THIS COFFEE IS GETTING TO ME-

If this gets an overwhelming about of spread and reaction I'll even write a fic drabble to go with it at every step cuz why not? Reblog, Comment, Like, or just @ me like crazy if you wanna see it.

How common is the idea/HC that Ford literally waits for the ice cream to melt before eating it? Genuinely curious because I see it everywhere.

Because istfg I'll write a whole fic about him and reader essentially just eating melted ice cream while Stanley looks at them and suffers/j

I saw chibi Stan and Ford from @artsymeeshee and couldn't help but draw them too, they're cute I can't help it

Just to add onto this, it might also have something to do with the parents. Filbrick and Karyn act very similarly to my parents and relatives, one who worships money as their god and the other just trying to mediate/get by.

My parents and relatives always saw me as gifted compared to my brother because I was the family's Jack of All trades. I could write, draw, sing, dance, while balancing every aspect of STEM and academics with no issue. My brother exceled in Business, economics, math anything that had to do with numbers. Plus, he could actually talk himself out of any freaking situation. My people skills are shit by the way, I keep my head in the books all the time.

Even if my brother couldn't draw to save his life, now that I'm older I know why he related to Stan so much when I thought it was silly at the time(we binged the show like crazy when we were younger, it was also among the couple things we'd rarely 100% agree on).

So I was labeled as the gifted special one, he was always painted as the useless good-for-nothing. I remember we had a fight too that to everyone else he was just: "Matrix' younger brother". He felt like he didn't have his own identity.

It's funny how if anything at all I just look at the Stan Twins and say: Wow Alex, thanks for the FREAKING CALLOUT I CAN FEEL THIS IN MY BONES.

But yeah, it might be a tiny window to the whole family dynamic since the siblings have to come from somewhere. Like what Filbrick and Karyn did to Stan and Ford, my parents compared my brother and I at every beck and turn. It just so happens the more arrogant one, the "special" one took it as an offensive challenge and the one already used to being down in the dirt just laid there taking everything.

Ever since my brother and I split schools, we'd thrived. His peers don't know I exist and hence don't compare him to anyone and I don't talk about my brother unless I need to. It's how I realized that as harsh as Stan and Ford's separation was- it's kinda needed. The "being your own person" thing is really really freakishly difficult for some siblings and all the more when you share the same FACE. But yeah, like you said, different people, different environments, different experiences.

But yeah, it's why I can relate to them and I think it's probably really fortunate that you don't @leopardusk haha!

Just something I'd like to say about the Stan twins among other things I've seen here on tumblr and everywhere else. Also because I'm genuinely confused why this is even a thing. I don't really see the point in why people have to look at characters and say: good/bad, nuances exist and morality is mostly grey haha.

One of the reasons why I chose to write for Ford isn't really because I don't think he's a bad person, au contraire I know he's done really shitty things but I don't think he's bad. That would be an oversimplification.

If I had to be completely open about it, his situation is actually pretty similar to mine aside from the fact his sibling is a twin. My brother is two years younger than me.

But still, shit happens. Cornered by everyone and everything, one is labeled as gifted and special while the other is seen as stupid and useless, then the split between family and aspiration.

Granted, I've never made a deal with a demonic piece of geometry and I've gone through a different set of circumstances in a completely different time frame– but still. I get where his arrogance comes from and I get how being outcasted can make you prone to doing a lot of shitty things to chase validation.

God forbid someone comes to you and strokes your ego to death, that's the easiest way to manipulate someone with the picture of self-confidence and it's made of glass.

I can't say that what happened to me was a fortunate occurrence, but I was severely humbled at a young age and it's probably why I turned out differently. Ford never really did, he clung onto the idea of being special and being a coveted rarity.

Point is, I can kind of see where he's coming from and a lot of his fights with Stan I also kind of understand. I'm not condoning his actions, especially because I've had legendary fights with my brother before and remembering them all makes me feel like shit because there are things I've done I can never bring myself to forgive– but it's why I can understand why shit unfolded the way it did.

I'm not even going to go into grudges because I've held a grudge over someone for 12 years so I can also get why Ford would end up doing that for fucking 30– but yeah. I don't think either twin is really right or wrong. Stan got dealt a bad hand like my brother, and Ford got shoved into the limelight like me. I can understand the both of them well.

Also to those who wonder why Stan would even forgive Ford, I don't know what else to say other than it might be a sibling thing. I used to fight with my brother simply because he'd excel better in some of the things I do. I'd purposefully work harder to overshadow him and he knew. He would let me succeed and even rub it in his face because he saw that it made me happy.

Even after all this time he doesn't hold it against me so that's something I'm eternally grateful for. But yeah, he cared that much when all I did was be selfish. I still think it depends on some siblings but yeah, for these two they hit close to home just for doing what they do.

Not to mention, my brother's also had his moments where it looks like he's destroyed my things/projects on the sole reason that he thinks it's taking me away from him. That it's taking his best friend away from him.

One of those times was when I was creating a painting for a competition years ago, he got mad I spent so much time on it and accidentally knocked over the water container and it spilled all over my work. The painting was effectively ruined and I blew up at him for it.

Sound familiar?

Where Stan played off his destruction, my brother kept apologizing and owning up to his fuck-up. Where Ford refused to listen, I eventually just compromised with my brother and told him to help me create the new painting.

That painting didn't win any prizes but still ended up being exhibited, I'd show a picture of it with my brother and I next to it if I didn't like keeping my irl family private online.

Ford also being kind of unable to move on/deal with himself is something I do to detriment. It takes a lot to deal with that, much more overcome it.

Things change, time passes, circumstances shift. But yeah, this is just my two cents on it and kind of a window to why I also write Ford and Stan the way I do.

YALL PLS WAHAHAHAHA PICK ONE- we're definitely going down swinging at this point LMFAOOOOO-

For context, this is me asking which Ford do I draw and write for the strip challenge, poll is in my blog's pinned message go vote if you want to LOL

Linkie here too