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[fxrdpines]

Stanford Pines from Gravity Falls // Affiliated with Isola Radiale

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Stanford Pines, to the untrained eye may appear as simply an old man in a red sweater with some kind of coat or jacket on most of the time with strangely six-fingers on both hands.

Besides being an old man though - Stanford is a multiverse traveler skilled in both science, fighting, and more. Thirty years of travel between different dimensions, picking up skills, knowledge and more from all of them built him up to be a more than capable opponent, even with no supernatural abilities of his own.

Knows 13 languages, even without a dimensional translator! ... Non-earth ones though.

Outlaw in many of these dimensions... and probably his own. Where the hell else do you get so much waste needed for the portal project in the first PLACE FORD.

Ultimately, a researcher at heart. Though his goal for many years was ending Bill Cipher, he loves doing things for the sake of science and finding out more about the worlds he finds himself in.

Will love learning. And sketch anything new in a fresh journal. Even if he's not primarily an artist, he has fine work at drawing and is quite good at catching all the details in his sketches.

Also, a grade A nerd. Plays table-top RPGS, and more.

Has issues though: from self-absorption, problems with working with others, trauma, and more! Slowly trying to work through them. (Slow progress)

DOES NOT TRUST MODERN TECHNOLOGY. Or the government.

Has a shaky relationship with his twin brother Stanley Pines that has recently been rekindled. Still hard at times.

Hates the guts out of a certain triangle. Will punt him at the next moment he sees him.

[bulkhummus]

a gift for @kerink and her triangle madness

[fxrdpines]

congratulations! for this Valentine’s Day it’s a collection of items that ford utterly despises that he has to figure out what to do with now. attached is a note - “LOVE IS IN THE AIR? WRONG. GAS LEAK. WATCH OUT!” The writing makes it obvious.

... He preferred the dead bird at his doorstop from last time.

He grimaced at the contents, quickly resealing the package after taking a look at the note. This... is going straight into the trash. He had briefly considered tossing it at one of his roommates doors, but then they'd question where it came from. Things he did not want to answer right now. Or ever.

[ciphertone-a]

The mention of a star providing all the light around them is enough to stoke the embers of his joy once more. A star did this? They always looked so distant whenever he saw them, he didn't think any glow they provided could reach somewhere, feel so tangible - it makes even the sunlight feel magical, in a way. He wonders where light comes from back home - was that a star, too? They didn't talk about any of them for.. obvious reasons, and the light and dark were more so treated as simple facts rather than something to discover the source of. At least, he's fairly certain. He spent a lot of time staring up rather then properly paying attention to that sort of stuff, but they could eat it now that he knew he was onto something there! The stars were permanent no matter the time for him however, seeing as the were always just.. up there, but maybe things worked similarly anyways! Maybe when he got home he'd have to see. Even if he doubts he'd get to follow up on it much, all things considered.

The next statement.. doesn't exactly alleviate his doubts. Or worries. It helps, having fellow weirdos and family around to support you. He wonders what that must be like. To actively embrace that feeling rather then spend every living moment trying to conceal it, or being told to conceal it. It reflects in his eye, scrunching and staring into nothing, deeply pondering that reality. He already does that a lot, though - he snaps himself out of it readily enough. What's new to think about is everyone else being like him, or everyone else being strange in different ways that it doesn't really matter anymore. That everyone was strange, and therefore made it normal. He can't even imagine how much they'd up his dosage if he came home and started putting that thought out there.

Although with what the other says next gives.. a lot more to think about, too. Maybe a more worrying thing to think about. What did he mean, choices? Choices that hurt his family..? He looks confused, but in a sort of.. timid, almost scared way. He doesn't know what that means - why would he hurt his family? Why did he sound so.. sad.. about it..? He knows how people sound when they're trying to avoid something painful, his ma does it all the time and he isn't stupid. But why? What did he mean had to be stopped? How did he stop him that gave him a crack splitting his entire being apart?

Meanwhile, perhaps as a reflection of his younger selves sudden unease, Bill could practically feel his grip on Sixer slipping away. He knows him too well, but the careful look in his eyes to the curt response that he's thinking about things too hard. He loves it when Sixer thinks, the sight of his neurons firing off like supernovas one of his favorite things to witness, but right now.. he'd rather turn down the dial on that before he got too smart. And - wow, he just had to bring up Hawkins of all people, didn't he - until his brain fired off like an explosion, remembering the portal. The portal. The portal. Bill manages to stop the way his eye instinctively wishes to scrunch in displeasure at the question. How does he go about this without blowing the lid off the whole thing...

"RIGHT! THE PORTAL. REALLY KID, IT'S BEEN FOREVER, DO YOU REALLY THINK YOU'D START DRAGGING YOUR FEET THAT CLOSE TO THE FINISH LINE? THE PORTAL WENT JUST AS SMOOTHLY AS I TOLD YOU IT WOULD! I MEAN, C'MON, HOW ELSE WOULD I BE HERE IN THE FLESH? I'D NEVER HAVE A DEAL WITH YOU FALL THROUGH. YOU'VE GOT EVERYONE IN YOUR CORNER JUST LIKE YOU WANTED, I'VE GOT THE PHYSICAL FORM, AND BEST OF ALL, WE'RE LIKE, BEST FRIENDS. YOU DON'T EVEN HAVE TO PASS OUT TO HANG OUT ANYMORE. ASIDE FROM THE BRIEF BUMP IN THE ROAD NOW, THINGS ARE GREAT."

Something deep in his guts twists as he says the words, although he does his best to shut it out, just like he always does when he thinks about what could have been. Sixer'll disappear after this, he knows that. But part of him briefly gets carried away with the reality he's crafted up, a wistful tone entering his voice the longer he'd went. If things just went his way, Sixer at his side, liberated from all those dolts who just dragged him down, free to reach his truest potential.... if only he could burn away any trace of betrayal.

But just like all things, it must come to an end. He can't dwell on the idea too long, given he's picked back up on the other conversation at play.

While he catches on, the smaller triangle still perched takes the.. phone, the other called it? Weird, but whatever - in his hand. It takes a moment to figured out the mechanics, but after that hurdle, he gets to writing the quick brown fox - before he's interrupted.

Apparently, Bills finally gotten tired of playing nice. He is not letting Sixer find out about why it's illegal - he's been trying to be delicate about the situation, but he's not willing to walk on eggshells and let him figure that out due to his own sentimentality desire to further mess with Sixer's head. No - it's been nice, pretending like old times, but if he's gotta set the trap they've stepped into here off, he'll do it gladly. His eye shifts to himself, briefly flickering back to Sixer, as if considering something... before his resolve hardens, and it's almost like he was never there to begin with. He steps away and closer to the truth at hand.

"I'D THINK TWICE BEFORE GOING THAT FAR, KID - THE REASON HE WAS SO QUICK TO SKIP OVER THE SPECIFICS OF THOSE CHOICES AND HOW HE STOPPED US IS BECAUSE HE KILLED US. SHOT US INTO A MILLION ATOMS! LUCKY FOR US I HAD A BACKUP PLAN STORED AWAY, BUT HE DIDN'T KNOW THAT - IN FACT, THAT'S WHY HE'S SO MAD AT US. HE WISHES WE STAYED DEAD. SO THERE! YOU CAN KEEP ANSWERING YOUR MURDERS QUESTIONS IF YOU WANT, BUT I WOULDN'T. WHY ELSE DO YOU THINK I TRIED TO STOP YOU?"

He deliberately avoids the younger Sixer's gaze as he reveals this. He doesn't want to see the flurry of emotions thats most certainly playing out on his face right now. Instead, he stayed focused on him. His younger self, and the look of pure terror that courses through his system at these words. Killed him? He was killed? By him? He’d just told him everything, showed him all this and - oh stars, he can tell by the expression change there’s something there. It made sense, it made sense, that's what he meant by he had to be stopped he killed him he killed him he killed him so badly it left his entire shape fractured even afterwards. He scrambles away from the other, falling from his shoulder and onto the grass. He doesn’t stop there, continuing to move a few steps back. His look is frightfully analyzing, clearly rethinking everything about the conversation they'd just had now. More so than he already had been, a panic kicking in alongside it.

"YOU DIDN'T - RIGHT? YOU - WHY WOULD YOU LET ME SAY ALL THAT IF YOU WERE JUST GOING TO KILL ME? IS THAT WHY YOU DIDN'T TELL ME ANYTHING ABOUT YOU? YOUR NAME, OR - OR ANYTHING ELSE!? BECAUSE YOU WISH I WAS DEAD? I TRUSTED YOU!"

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So it had worked. The excitement that had been reflected in his eyes were immediately matched by the bright dazzling smile blooming on his face at the confirmation. The other had a point - as always. This clearly wasn't the mindscape, at least not for Bill and his future self. That was all the proof Stanford needed. Whether he and the younger Bill were being astral projected or something akin to that was a whole different matter.

The portal working, finally being recognized, Bill being able to come into his dimension freely- and 'best of all' them being best friends, admitted to by Bill himself? It was absolutely an amazing feeling to have the other state such a thing, that it almost makes him want to laugh.

If that was the future - even with the current situation, whatever it was - then he welcomed it fully.

"It does sound wonderful, my muse. Though I already considered you my best friend," Stanford said, his smile turning into a glad grin, though he blinked as the triangle's attention shifted back towards the other pair.

Something to address of course. Still, if Bill wanted him to intervene again... well, he'd try at least. Even if it meant possibly getting bitten by the younger Bill.

But at the triangle's expression... he finds his own smile dropping away. There was something off there. He could tell.

"... Bill?" It's a questioning tone, as the triangle looked back towards the pair, focusing on the younger triangle before looking back at him. There was something in that gaze, something he couldn't quite measure. What was the triangle going to do?

Ultimately?

Something neither of the humans expected really with that declaration.

What the fuck was wrong with him? Ford felt himself whip his head towards Bill - the present one staring him down, mouth agape. He could understand a lot of things about Bill. Whether he liked to admit or not, that much was undoubtedly true. But this was one thing Ford could not even begin to understand what could have possessed him to do that

It couldn't have been pettiness alone, could it? Pettiness to keep Ford away from answers alone wouldn't drive Bill Cipher alone to say all that in front of his younger self, would it?

He didn't have much time to dwell on the probability of that, for he could feel the shift from the younger triangle. Oh stars, the younger triangle. He quickly shifted his gaze back to the younger Bill, feeling an uncomfortable swirl of feelings arise from within him.

Pain, irritation, anger, tiredness, and worst of all? Guilt.

Not for the current Bill. He's fairly certain. But it was there for the younger triangle for sure. Even if he's Bill, even if he's not real, he can't ignore that surge of remorse briefly felt.

And based off how the triangle quickly jumps off him, phone dropping to the floor forgotten, and stepped away even further- his expressions hadn't been steeled enough to prevent being able to show that.

Fuck.

"Bill," There's a shakiness, a hurt emanating from a voice - and it's coming from the younger Ford once more. "My muse-" The term felt pained. Why wouldn't he look towards him? Why would he- He wouldn't have- He'd never kill-

'He's lying to you. It's what he does. It's all he does.'

That's what his future self said. Bill had- he had lied to him throughout this whole conversation. That added up. It all added up. Despite what he wanted to believe, despite everything-

This was the most true statement that Bill had said this whole time, wasn't it? For a moment, he shifts his gaze to his older self. He wants to be wrong. He'd love to be wrong.

The expression he catches from his older self looking at the younger triangle only helps confirm it.

The being he trusted most in the world, who he considered his partner in so many ways - the being who was the most important person in the world to him- had lied to him.

And all he could do was stare at the being, trying to make sense of this broken prospective, trying to come to terms with it.

"I'm not- I'm not going to kill you-" The younger Bill is clearly panicking. He could see the warning signs of such clearly. The ones that he had seen previously from Fiddleford, from Dipper, from himself - "Breathe kid-" Had he really not even said his name the entire time?

Damn it. He hadn't even thought to do so. He should have known better.

Still, he opened his mouth to try and interject into the triangle's clear spiral until he flinched back at the last statement the triangle made, the statement itself feeling like a jab to his core.

I trusted you. Trust no one. His own mantra for so long, once repeated back to him by Dipper, who had looked at him so similarly once, now reflected in the small young triangle in front of him. But it hadn't ever been his mantra was it?

It was Bill's. It had always been Bill's, passed down to him, something he nearly passed down to this grand nephew-

And now, through some kind of cosmic joke, watching such a thing replay out on a younger Bill as well. The multiverse's sense of humor was a horrible thing.

Those words had driven a stake right through his heart, and all his sputtering and attempts at trying to calm the anxiety the poor shape clearly had stopped, staring at him.

He should leave now. The triangle didn't matter - he was probably going to disappear by the end of whatever this was, things would turn back to normal and it was Bill. It would be so much easier if he simply did not care-

But he did.

"... I'm sorry," He said, knowing how hollow such an apology must seem. "i don't - I don't want you dead." Those words were true enough- at least for the younger triangle. He's still not looking towards the other one. "I didn't mean to obscure things from you about myself."

Even if he did about the situation. After all, how do you tell someone they grew up to be a mass murderer? That they killed their home dimension, and had been going to kill the inhabitants of his own- that he was willing to kill children and more to get this way - if Stan hadn't concocted the plan he did to kill Bill.

The answer is, you didn't.

And that's why he couldn't just tell the younger triangle to ask whatever he wanted. Not when he could be risked asking about any of that.

"I don't know if you're really just a remnant of his past, or if you're actually from an alternate timeline in some capacity or another. But if it's the second..." He "I'm Stanford Filbrick Pines. And..." There's some hesitance. What else could he say about himself? What did the triangle want him to say? "... it would have been better for both of us if we had never met at all."

For a few heartbeats, he stares at the younger Bill, the words hanging in the air, wishing for him to turn away, run- Get away, please, for your own good - while still refusing to look at present Bill. He couldn't.

Not after saying that, no matter how true it was.

"What did he do?" There's a shakiness to his other self's voice, making Ford look toward him, before he repeated the question, resolve setting in as his younger self jumped back in, interjecting once more. Fear, yet the sharp hunger of wanting to know exactly what the hell led to ... led to this. "What did he do to us? That led to... this." He's racking his brain, trying to think of what he had been tuning out while listening to- to him. He wished he had been listening better.

"Not in front of the kid," The words are pointed, sharpened - he's refusing to look at present Bill again. if the triangle took the opportunity to drag his younger self away, than he wouldn't stop it. Not this time.

[two-bees-poetry]

so soft it hurts

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@charadrxxmxrr liked for an event starter

Ford can practically feel the stare. Judged by a child, most likely, if he had to guess the cause.. Rightfully so, in this case. Experimenting with his newfound Lifesaver Spell Book to cast a few of the rather limited spells he had access to. Including his chosen 'light' spell.

Which had summoned constantly dancing fairies. Not exactly one's usual idea of a light source.

He was trying to see the casting time limit of the spell. Certainly there had to be a natural end, instead of just dispelling the magic. Surely.

... It had been ten minutes now. He's really hoping it isn't a spell that last longer than an hour, maximum.

"... I'm not sure how long they stick around," he admitted outloud, trying to ignore the rush of embarrassment, he felt.

Surely, he had to find some use of this spell. Surely. He really did not want to admit to having wasted a spell slot.

[fxrdpines]

Event starter call? Event starter call. Capped at 3, castmates exempt. for SUGAR QUEST IV 

[fxrdpines]

SUGAR QUEST IV

Name: Stanford 'Ford' Pines Class: Passion Caster Weapon: LifeSavers Book of Spells Armor Flavor: Sour Candy

Character Skills BUBBLEGUM BAZOOKA: He finally has an actual gun. He is VERY disappointed it's candy flavored though and won't last.

SUGAR PLUM FAIRIES: ... Listen. He knows utility spells are hit or miss. He's played more than one game in his life. But sometimes when you're in a bind you need something like this. [He really hopes he has not just wasted a spell slot pain forever].

SHIELD OF HARD CANDY: Protective spells and rituals are his go-to - having one handy isn't a hard leap

TOFFEE STRIKE: When he's NOT firing at you with his bazooka, he's swinging at you with his sword. STATS

STRENGTH: 4

MAGIC: 6

ENDURANCE: 7

SPEED: 2

[time-woods]

something about stars and the curiosity of man

also feel free touse this as a wallpaper ! no worries 4 those asking !

[ameliarating]

yes they are toxic but it is because of the love. without the love it would be a lot healthier actually.

[subsurfacetalkfield]

Stars? Events? AM had a brief moment of clarity as he thought back to when he had momentarily glanced at the pamphlet in the back of the taxi before crumpling it up into trash. He'd seen those words though they held no meaning besides their obvious English definitions. He tapped an irritated finger against his opposite arm, trying to first pick apart what this nerd meant; asking the receptionist was simply out of the question!

"...Information about the Stars," came AM's eventual response after 3.6 seconds. "It always pays to know who your captors are." From what he could tell, this man was a normal human with a mundane mutation which just made it all the more irritating to have this conversation.

Without a second word, AM reaches out to snatch the book from Ford's grasp, rifling through the pages at a frantic pace. He can't absorb anything with real efficacy by only a glance but he's relieved to find that his ability to read hasn't somehow been snatched away. "You certainly seem unphased by all this. Being ripped from your home, away from your friends and family. The humans I know would be puking their guts out from stress!"

Ugh... There he went thinking about the five of them. They had probably starved to death by now or ripped each other apart for sustenance. What a waste it would be...if time continued onward without AM's presence? Suppose it was paused? Suppose he couldn't return at all? Did he even want to go back to the senseless void of no body?

He dips his screen to flip back through the book for a second assessment that it was indeed of value, mind snapping back to the present. AM hands the book off to a thicker wire which coils around the tome tightly before tucking itself away into the skirt of wires.

"Well, are you just going to stand there with your mouth open?" He snapped at Ford when another book didn't materialize itself from the bookshelf. "Rome wasn't built by slackjawed idiots!"

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"... So it does," he didn't do well to stifle the absolute unimpressed look at the sudden snatching, but he kept his tone neutral-sounding - for now.. His patience was already thin today without having to deal with a rude guest on top of it. Still, he could grit his teeth and act polite.

Ford supposed most beings would be more upset by the matter. "Most humans aren't used to interdimensional travel or have thirty years of it under their belt as experience," he said with a small shrug. Not to mention having his brother here helped things somewhat. "It does comfort the average person that the time flow of wherever they come from lays seemingly uninterrupted even with their absence."

That is ignoring the existential crises that may emerge from such a statement. For if that was true, did anything anyone did here even matter if by the will of the Stars it could be snapped away? Or, as shown through their often carelessness, even accidentally snap away someone's memories and change things around.

He couldn't help by find himself staring, at least momentarily. Despite the rudeness of the inquirer, he can't help but wonder a few questions, a bit of fascination bubbling up. How did it operate? What kind of sensors were attached? Was each wire controlled independently, or as a moving whole?

Clearly whatever dimension he was from, he was familiar with humans. Was he from a world where robots and machines coincided? Built by humans, perhaps?

It would be too rude to ask now, but maybe in the future he could-

Ah. Well. Perhaps not.

If anything was making his interest disappear quickly enough as it came, it was the discourteous attitude that whoever this was clearly had. "Right," he said, not hiding the distaste that now colored his tone, as his eyes went back to the tomes. Hmm. Which one would suffice. "Though with all your demanding, you could at least introduce yourself."

Finally, he found a tomb he found satisfactory - plucking it off the shelf. A rather in-depth guide to what the general public knew about the Stars and a rough timeline of the events that those in the city had undergone.

This time, he didn't waste a moment to shove it at the machine rather than have another be snatched from his hands once again. "You're not likely to get far in this world if you're going to be an asshole," he scowled. "Now unless you have any other questions..."

He had been going to suggest a book on the denizens of this world as well but between dwelling on things long last the point of being able to be changed and the attitude this machine had, he'd rather go back to what he was doing.

[andhumanslovedstories]

There’s such a delicious enjoyment for me in scenes that are fights between two people that are so brutal because of how intimate their relationship is. They WILL bring up ancient history, they WILL stab you in all your weakest parts, and yeah most sexy of all, they WILL say things to each other they can never unsay. It’s fighting as an act of intimacy (derogatory). Evil sex scene. Nothing better

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@fxrdpines sent in ; "Don't think about it!" to help receiver break out of a flashback! this can only go well!

Bill doesn't sleep - at least, he shouldn't. He shouldn't have to, and he's intent on maintaining that. The mind used to be his to manipulate, and being subjected to it's whims is... unsettling. So he makes sure he isn't! He goes into work with a fresh cup of tea each morning ( higher powers forbid he subjected himself to coffee, even if it would be more useful ), purchased a portable kettle for the breakroom, and makes sure he keeps a collection of various highly caffeinated teas stashed away as well. Thankfully there's a few forks on hand in there as well, so if either of those fail he can start stabbing himself when he gets truly desperate. That also tends to work.

It's a practice in futility; something he should know exceedingly well, considering how many people he's forced into the same cycle. He's better than the rest who'd tried to though, or at least that's what he'd told himself. As to how true that is, well... it should be fairly obvious, seeing the way he's currently dead weight in one of the lounge chairs around the archive, eye closed and sound asleep.

Except sound asleep is a stretch. His claws are sunk into the chairs cushion, creating small gashes with the fuzz creeping out, and his eye is clearly screwed up in an expression of.. discomfort, or maybe even distress. All telltale signs of a nightmare - ironic, considering he might've once been considered the king of them. Behind his exterior blue flames burn as far as his eye can see, screams that sound familiar, what was there names, just out of reach, condemning him for their pain, their suffering, their deaths, but it's not him, it's not him he can't do anything he can't do anything he's sorry it's not real it's not real it's not REAL IT'S NOT REAL HE HAS TO WAKE UP -

he wakes up to a hand on his arm, shaking him awake harshly. Without thought he lashes out at it, eye darting around, where is he, where's the fire, where... where.. oh. It's the annals. He's fine - it's fine. Nothings wrong. It's fine, it's fine, he's fine. Coming back to reality, he still seems out of it enough he hasn't quite noticed whoever woke him up to begin with. If you can even say he's coming back to reality currently, and not more focused on trying to ignore the one he'd been in brief moments ago.

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In the time since Ford joined the annals, he had found it was hard to avoid the triangle altogether, as much as he wanted to. [He still remembered almost quitting his new job on the spot upon learning that he was one of his coworkers.] It wasn't a strange sight to see the triangle in one of the lounge chairs, though he had done his best to avoid it anywy - trying to keep on opposite shifts as best as he could.

But to see Bill asleep on the job? Now that was something amusing to witness. The once being of pure energy reduced to having to do the daily drudgery of life - including sleep. It was an amusing thought, even if it made him wonder: what kind of mindscape could Bill have? Was he a lucid dreamer, perhaps, given everything that happened?

Questions that would go unanswered, given Ford had no intention of asking the triangle for anything. But they still popped into his mind as he made his way over. At least being able to tell the triangle off for falling asleep on the job would give him some sort of satisfaction for today.

His steps slowed once he got closer though. It was hard to miss the obvious signs that Bill was having a nightmare of some kind. That was... interesting.

He took a deep breath. Nightmare or not, it was better to wake him up. Sooner rather than later. "Bill," he said, crouching down besides the chair. At the lack of response he frowned. "Bill," he said, his voice more insistent now. One hand was placed on Bill's arm trying to shake him gently. Still nothing. Brow furrowing, he gave the triangle a rough shake now, trying his best to rouse him from whatever grip his dreams had upon him-

And as thanks, got lashed out with claws at.

He immediately retracts his hands, biting down on his lip harshly to stop the spewing of a curse curse that almost sprung up - more so from the surprise rather than the pain. Of course this happened. Still, a minor cut and nothing that was anything to really dwell on besides a mild stinging.

By all accounts, Bill was awake now and fine. Ford should leave him alone, especially after being scratched for his trouble. Let him deal with whatever this was by himself. Clearly it wasn't worth it.

... And yet despite that logic, he lingered. "I'll assume it wasn't intentional," he said, his voice dry as his eyes briefly flickered to the scratch. Most people would have gone with a 'are you alright?', Ford was pretty sure - As if being awakened from a nightmare made its lingering effects dispel immediately. Still, he wasn't 'most people.' He thinks he has all the reason in the world to not express

Even if a part of him did wonder despire himself, especially with that panicked look.

[impikachan]

he's a bit silly methinks

[fxrdpines]

😒!!!!!

😒 Is there anything canon about your muse that you ignore? 

Hmm. First let's go over my own canon hierarchy for Gravity Falls.

The Show > Journal 3, The Book of Bill and ThisIsNotAWebsiteDotCom > The rest of the books in no particular order > Alex Hirsch interviews, AMAs, and other supplemental material.

This means I see anything towards the left as having a greater hold on canon before we go on.

I don't think I disregard anything from the show itself? There's only one thing I'm iffy on about Journal 3. I think that Ford's examination of 'A Better World' as he calls it is biased, and perhaps not entirely accurate. I also think the Fiddleford from that dimension lied about why the Ford of that dimension was not around (my headcanon is that the Ford of that dimension died

Beyond that, I think I only disregard one thing from Lost Legends. I do not think Ford would have been like 'can you even remember Dipper's real name' to Stan when he had just lost his memory a week ago as a point against him. Personally at least. I see him as needling Stan about a lot of things but that? After a week? Nah.

I also disagree with Alex's sentiments in a 2016 interview due to direct contradictions with Journal 3 and TBOB which I feel as having a higher canonical position. One of these comments consist of Ford seeing Stan as only a "bumbling leech." As much of a rift as the science fair and the fallout the brothers had, Ford has shown time and time contextually writing notes about Stan that he is constantly thinking about his brother in the background. I just. I don't think that's all Ford saw his brother as at all from everything we know.

The second comment that Alex Hirsch made in the same interview also is something I take issue with "Ford might have deserved that punishment, but Mabel and Dipper did not." What is the punishment here in question here? Stan's mind being erased.

Like woah okay Alex Hirsch. That's really loaded to say, and also... no. Anyway, Hana Hyperfixates gives a good section to these comments in the Death of the Author section of their monster of a Ford video. [13 minutes] I highly recommend checking out that part of the video if nothing else here.

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😩!!!!!!!!!!

😩 Hardest thing about writing the muse?

Keeping grammar rules in mind. Grammar, Stanley haunts me not for the scene it causes in the show itself but because I know I'm messing it up in my heart. 😔 /j

... And also keeping things reasonably short. Honestly Ford's one of the easiest muses I've had besides those two things in a while. Writing him comes pretty naturally. THOUGH. THOUGH. It's sometimes hard to articulate his thoughts in a way I'd like. Especially when he himself can't clearly articulate them to himself.

[fxrdpines]

He knew in some ways it was an inevitablity.

If there was anything consistent about this place, it was the inconsistency about those who stayed here. There were many that appeared in and out. It was only a matter of time for one of them, he supposed. There had always been a chance for it to happen. It didn't make it hurt any less.

It's fine.

He just had to keep on going, as always.