"Resent and forget."

Gravity Falls Indie RP blog for McGucket. M!A: None [[ Sidebar drawn and belongs to Mistrel-Fox ]]

[caramelkeks]

Please forgive me for all I’ve done.

[poiuytrewq242]

Old men enthusiastic hugs and underpants

[fiddlefordhadronmcgucket-bl-blog]

[[ Ah crap- some RL stuff came up and I might be on slight hiatus.

Keeping track of whom to reply, though feel free to remind me if it’s been too long ;;

[fiddlefordhadronmcgucket-bl-blog]

M!A Generator- "Swapped Bodies with a character of Anon's Choosing" For 4 hours. (You can pick either one of the Stans)

“Electron Carpet experiment, attempt number nine: success,” Fiddleford announced, jotting down some notes with Stanford’s burly hands. He then paused, deciding to fool around in this different body for a minute.

“Heh. Look at me, I’m Stanford and I think I’m hotstuff!” he mocked, striking a macho pose. “I could fight anyone! You, me, my twin brother. Heck, I could fight the sun.”

[vernarchangel]

Thanks. I-it’s will be nice to be in a home for once. *He let out a sigh and then whimpered a bit feeling pain in his side. As they got closer to the home he looked up into the man’s eyes* Fiddleford. Never heard of a name like that. It’s unique. *The young angel smiled kindly. Despite his pain he could tell the man had a lot on his mind* You okay? You’re not hurting right?

[fiddlefordhadronmcgucket-bl-blog]

“I’m fine- Nothing I can’t handle,” he assured the winged being, making small talk as they got closer. “One of the good things that came out from these Monster expeditions.” “Ah- yeah, it’s a very strange tradition my family had, heh,” Fiddleford chuckled at the part regarding his name. “Thank you Vern, It’s been sometime since I’ve heard someone compliment my name.~”

[gargoyleofgravityfalls-deactiva]

“Have you slept at all lately?”

Stan sighed and shook his head. There were conspicuous bags underneath his eyes and his hands and wings were shaking slightly. "Nah, I think it’s been…“ he glanced at the clock, “48 hours now. It’s this darn curse. Whenever I ‘sleep’, I also stay awake, even though I can’t move.” He seemed to shrink into himself, the effect made more noticeable when he wrapped his wings around himself like a blanket. “It's scary.”  

[gargoyleofgravityfalls-deactiva]

Stan held up his hands and backed away from Fiddleford. He thought Fiddleford had learned his lesson the last time he had screwed around with people’s memories. Apparently not.

“You get that thing away from me.” He said, pointing at the staff. “I take back what I said about it being worth a shot. It’s not worth a shot. I may not like the way gargoyle’s sleep, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to let you go messing around with my head.” He growled.

“Look, just leave it.” Stan said, swiping his hand in an “end of discussion” gesture. “I’ll find something else, meditation maybe, but mucking around with my memory is out of the question!”   

[fiddlefordhadronmcgucket-bl-blog]

“I-I’m sorry- that was tactless of me,” he stammered, making the staff vanish at once. He had been about to say ‘forget about it’, though that’d make things a lot worse.

‘Way to go, Fidds. That was the worst idea by far,’ he thought to himself, facepalming with a groan. Did McGucket forget not to remind himself about that too? Ah right. He wouldn’t remember any of this after an hour. Damned stream.

“Think I’ll just take my leave,” the old man said in a daze, turning to go-- only to slam headfirst into the wall. “Ergh-! So much for progress-!”

[psicreepy]

[exorcist-on-paws-blog]

Reblog if you don't mind RPing ships without smut

[poiuytrewq242]

Some notebook doodles, fiddleford and the shapeshifter and stanley and the WHYwolf

[blazepress]

This keyboard on a laptop from 1995!

[hummus-abutahina-deactivated201]

Why don’t they still make them like that -.-

[vainashel]

After the discovery of mistrel-fox‘s Alchemist AU I got to thinking who Scar is and I think Fiddleford would be a fun fit for it. I was going to color him with his normal colors but I love him with the Isbalen skin and eyes, so here he is! He’s kind of Scar’s brother and Scar slammed into one. He researched alchemy and discovered what plans Father had, to make history repeat itself and sacrifice a whole nation. Deciding alchemy would only further this terrible plan, he sets about destroying all alchemists in order to hinder Father’s plan. 

[inboxstuff]

This is a Magic Anon generator. Just screenshot this post, or click and drag the GIFs, for the M!A and the duration, then send it to the person who reblogged this post! Please do not remove this text from the post.

[fiddlefordhadronmcgucket-bl-blog]

Eeveelution M!A List

Eevee: Muse becomes a child for however long the anon determines.

Jolteon: Bzzt! Muse finds themselves becoming quite shocking! Everything they touch gets shocked by their very own static and thunder.

Flareon: Fire now dwells in the Muse and is bursting to be free. Muse must continuously release the fire (through hands or mouth), or they heat up themselves and self-combust.

Vaporeon: Muse can now breathe underwater and turn invisible in its depths.

Espeon: Muse is now telekinetic, empathic, and telepathic.

Umbreon: Muse has become nocturnal and cannot enter the light.

Glaceon: Muse has completely shifted for icy temperatures. They cannot withstand heat, their skin freezes to the bone, and whatever they touch turns into ice.

Leafeon: Wherever Muse walks, flowers and plants grow from their footsteps.

Sylveon: Muse's beauty magnifies threefold. Anyone that comes across Muse is won over by their adorable charms.

[vernarchangel]

*Vern looked up at the man weakly. He smiled a bit and nodded. With every ounce of strength he could muster he did his best to walk with the man in time. There was so much pain in each step. When he looked up at the sky he could see clouds gathering. A storm was definitely coming, so he knew what the man was talking about. Despite everything he tried to lighten the mood* Names Vern. I-it’s nice to meet you. T-though I wish it was under different circumstances. *Vern chuckled weakly yet again*

[fiddlefordhadronmcgucket-bl-blog]

“Easy there,” he gave an encouraging grin while working their way to shelter.  “I share your sentiments-- I’m Fiddleford McGucket, it’s a pleasure!”

Small, cautious steps and patience would lead them to McGucket’s place in no time. The house was...devoid of other people, but it won’t be for long. “I uh-- think I might have aspirin if it might help...”

[foronceimactuallyinnocent]

Apologize later, get Fiddleford to a doctor now. Stan leaned down, picking him up with one hand under his back and the other under his knees. Did Gravity Falls even have an ambulance to call? And if they did, would they get to the house in time? Did they even know where it was, since the roads were unpaved and they were in the middle of the forest?

Stan wasn’t one for thinking out his options, but god damn was he going to do it now. They weren’t far from town, and he could vaguely remember the hospital because of being there once before.

If he just drove fast enough, maybe it would be fine.

“You’re going to be fine, Fids.” Stan mumbled as he jogged out of the house and opened the door to the passenger side of the car, setting the older man in the car as gently as he could.

He wasn’t sure if he was trying to convince himself or Fiddleford.

[fiddlefordhadronmcgucket-bl-blog]

The movement coupled with the nerve wracking agony worsened his vision and made him dizzy. All he could see now were blurry colours-- Had he left his glasses? It was probably a good thing, Fiddleford wouldn't get a clear view of his bloodied chest.

He tried steadying one grip on the wound to keep the knife from moving, then held on to the seat after being set down. Stan’s words vaguely made it to his ringing ears, making him want to try ease the tension somehow.

‘You better get both of us safely,’ he thought. ‘We’d be no use to your brother dea--’

For a second he thought he chuckled, then quickly realized it was a coughing fit and a desperate attempt for air.

[gargoyleofgravityfalls-deactiva]

“Have you slept at all lately?”

Stan sighed and shook his head. There were conspicuous bags underneath his eyes and his hands and wings were shaking slightly. "Nah, I think it’s been…“ he glanced at the clock, “48 hours now. It’s this darn curse. Whenever I ‘sleep’, I also stay awake, even though I can’t move.” He seemed to shrink into himself, the effect made more noticeable when he wrapped his wings around himself like a blanket. “It's scary.”  

[gargoyleofgravityfalls-deactiva]

Stan looked at Fiddleford, uncertainty showing on his face. He had two choices: either continue as he had been, aka, stay awake until he physically collapsed from exhaustion; or he could take a look at whatever Fiddleford had to offer. He knew that Fiddleford was beginning to get his sanity back, but Stan didn’t know how sane his current inventions were.

“Besides sleep deprivation I’m fine.” Stan rumbled. “You said you had something that might help? Worth a shot, I suppose.” It showed how desperate he was that he would willingly use one of Old Man McGucket’s inventions on himself, but… well… like he said, at this point he would be willing to give anything a try.    

[fiddlefordhadronmcgucket-bl-blog]

McGucket gave it a second thought: on one hand, this could go very smoothly; on the other, he might have as well dug up old wounds and screw up all over again.

“It might involve jus’ a little bit of forgetting. Basically, ya won’t remember being ‘awake’ while in stone form. A-Am I makin’ any sense?”

He showed Stan the staff, since his ‘cursed’ form involved some odd wizardry. It worked as well as the memory gun did, as long as McGucket kept the artifact under control.

[vernarchangel]

*Vern was so worried about the other man he didn’t even realize how bad his own wounds were. He looked up into the man’s eyes and smiled* Don’t worry I have been through worse. *He managed to chuckle and then fell forward leaning against the man*

[fiddlefordhadronmcgucket-bl-blog]

“I gotcha,” he caught the angel and held on carefully. “I’m willin’ to give you the benefit of the doubt, though we best get moving- weather’s pretty harsh ‘round here...!”

Fiddleford did his best to support the others’ weight and injuries. Drat- getting anywhere was going to be a challenge.