So Many Falls! A Gravity Falls AU Zine

A Non-Profit Gravity Falls Fanzine dedicated to AUs within the fandom. All profits are going to producing the zine and leftovers are to be donated to the NIWRC.

[gravityfallsauzine]

We are excited to announce that all leftover goods have been shipped, and we have donated $850.00 to the National Indigenous Women's Resource Center! 

Thank you to all who have supported this project; we could not have done it without you!💖 

 "See you next summer!"

[gravityfallsauzine]

Yes please, idk what info you need but i do know i need the seller to be able to do international shipping and they can either message me hrre or email me at [email protected].

I can pay $20usd plus shipping, so what it retailed for basically. Just want the zine but if u do have any of the extras that would be wonderful too. We can sort payment thru Paypal.

:D

Hope that helps! Thank u so much!

Hello! If anyone is looking to sell their zine, please message this person.

[gf10yearslaterzine]

WE ARE OPEN FOR PREORDERS

In honor of the 10th anniversary of Gravity Falls we are proud to announce that the Gravity Falls 10 Years Later zine is now available for pre-orders! This zine features 25 artists and writers who are catching up with the Pines family.

This zine is a charity project, with our proceeds going towards Planned Parenthood. We believe that our charity represents a relevant need and falls in alignment with what Alex Hirsch stands for.

Pre-orders are open May 23, 2022 to June 30, 2022. Available for purchase are:

Digital Zine only- $10 USD

Physical Zine only- $20 USD

Physical Bundle- $35 USD

Physical Bundle + lanyard & enamel pin- $50 USD

Find our shop here.

[gravityfallsauzine]

Check out this zine for more Gravity Falls content!

[gravityfallsauzine]

Hello, is the digital zine still available for purchase?

Hello! Unfortunately the digital zine is not still available for purchase, as we have already closed shop and donated the funds to charity. If you are still interested in Gravity Falls content, though, the Gravity Falls 10 Years Later zine is currently available for pre-orders! -> Link

[gravityfallsauzine]

Hi there. I was wondering if the leftover physical copies have been shipped out?

Hello! Unfortunately due to a few setbacks on our end, not all of the leftover physical goods have been shipped yet. The remaining items are scheduled to be sent out sometime this week/into next week though.

If anyone has any questions about their order specifically, feel free to reach out to us with your name and email.

[gravityfallsauzine]

Hello! So I just found this zine waaaaay too late, and I was wondering if it's still possible to get a PDF of this zine or not? It's not in the store options, so I assume not, but I just wanted to ask. Thanks!

Hi there! Sorry for the delayed reply, we have re-opened digital sales for those who would still like to get a PDF copy.

[zannolin]

but where have we come, and where shall we end?

a otgw/gravity falls fusion piece i did for @gravityfallsauzine last year and then completely forgot i could post. it’s definitely older but you can see the groundwork for where i am now, i think!

[image ID: a vertically oriented painting of dipper and mabel from gravity falls in sepia tones, highlighted in cyan. dipper holds a lantern and looks back at the viewer, covered in edelwood. mabel is looking up at the weirdmaggedon rift in the sky, determined. in the sky there is a clear outline of bill cipher with branching antlers. end ID.]

[inabsurd]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

rating: G | category: gen | words: 2362

relationship: Dipper Pines & Ford Pines

additional tags: Alternate Universe - Genie/Djinn | Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence | Manipulation | Bill Cipher Being Bill Cipher

summary: The room is littered with a thousand other nicknacks that his brother couldn’t bear to keep in sight and Ford is counting on that to keep his family safe. The lamp is one of the least interesting things in his room, after all, and the kids bypass it entirely for many days.

Unfortunately, the lack of interest doesn’t escape Cipher’s notice.

finally got the greenlight for posting and I forgot to do it lol but this is my piece for the @gravityfallsauzine. we currently have leftover sales ongoing right now and all proceeds go to the National Indigenous Women’s Resource Center so make sure to check out what’s left!

I had so much fun working on this and I feel pretty good about my first ever zine fic. thanks for reading and for supporting the zine <3

(fic under the cut)

Keep reading

[gravityfallsauzine]

 💫Leftover Sales Now Open!💫

🌲Items Available:🌲

2 B grade zines - $15 each

9 C grade zines - $12  each  

11 buttons - $10 each  

2 charms - $8 each  

2 purple sticker sheets - $6 each  

3 black sticker sheets - $6 each  

3 Polaroids - $3 each

70 postcard sets - $4 each

Computer Bundle (digital bundle) - $15

Pocket Journal (add on PDF) - $2

*Please look at the images on the store before ordering the B and C grade zines; they come as is!

Purchase HERE: https://somanyfallszine.bigcartel.com/

As a reminder, all proceeds will be going towards the National Indigenous Women’s Resource Center!

[gravityfallsauzine]

The B grades zines, charms, and polaroids have sold out!  

Keep reading

[gravityfallsauzine]

All physical zine copies and black sticker sheets have sold out! Thank you so much to those who purchased them. <3

The buttons, purple sticker sheets, and postcards are still available, as well as digital items. 

[gravityfallsauzine]

🌲There is 1 week left for leftover sales!🌲

We have buttons, stickersheets, and lots of postcard sets left!

[gravityfallsauzine]

📣Exciting news! 

We were (somehow) able to convince Grunkle Stan to discount the prices for the last 3 days of leftovers! 

Use the code “ALLSALESAREFINAL” to get 20% off our store!

🌲Store: https://somanyfallszine.bigcartel.com/

All proceeds will be going towards the National Indigenous Women’s Resource Center!

[gravityfallsauzine]

 💫Leftover Sales Now Open!💫

🌲Items Available:🌲

2 B grade zines - $15 each

9 C grade zines - $12  each  

11 buttons - $10 each  

2 charms - $8 each  

2 purple sticker sheets - $6 each  

3 black sticker sheets - $6 each  

3 Polaroids - $3 each

70 postcard sets - $4 each

Computer Bundle (digital bundle) - $15

Pocket Journal (add on PDF) - $2

*Please look at the images on the store before ordering the B and C grade zines; they come as is!

Purchase HERE: https://somanyfallszine.bigcartel.com/

As a reminder, all proceeds will be going towards the National Indigenous Women’s Resource Center!

[gravityfallsauzine]

The B grades zines, charms, and polaroids have sold out!  

Keep reading

[gravityfallsauzine]

All physical zine copies and black sticker sheets have sold out! Thank you so much to those who purchased them. <3

The buttons, purple sticker sheets, and postcards are still available, as well as digital items. 

[gravityfallsauzine]

🌲There is 1 week left for leftover sales!🌲

We have buttons, stickersheets, and lots of postcard sets left!

[sealbatross]

2020-10-08 17:59

my slice of the cover pie for the So Many Falls zine!

Relativity falls my beloved... got red in the rainbow, so here is Mabel tussling Ford after beating up a bunch of zombies.

@gravityfallsauzine

[gravityfallsauzine]

Hi there, I bought the digital copy ten days ago. Three days ago it said it was dispatched. How do I get it? Is there a code or will it eventually just be sent to my email?

Thanks.

Hiya! The digital copy should have been sent out via email. If you do not see the email in any of your inboxes (including spam) then please message us with your name + email!

[gravityfallsauzine]

*The subject line will be "Computer Bundle" and "Pocket Journal" for the emails sent with the digital items.

[gravityfallsauzine]

Hi there, I bought the digital copy ten days ago. Three days ago it said it was dispatched. How do I get it? Is there a code or will it eventually just be sent to my email?

Thanks.

Hiya! The digital copy should have been sent out via email. If you do not see the email in any of your inboxes (including spam) then please message us with your name + email!

[inabsurd]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

rating: G | category: gen | words: 2362

relationship: Dipper Pines & Ford Pines

additional tags: Alternate Universe - Genie/Djinn | Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence | Manipulation | Bill Cipher Being Bill Cipher

summary: The room is littered with a thousand other nicknacks that his brother couldn’t bear to keep in sight and Ford is counting on that to keep his family safe. The lamp is one of the least interesting things in his room, after all, and the kids bypass it entirely for many days.

Unfortunately, the lack of interest doesn’t escape Cipher’s notice.

finally got the greenlight for posting and I forgot to do it lol but this is my piece for the @gravityfallsauzine. we currently have leftover sales ongoing right now and all proceeds go to the National Indigenous Women’s Resource Center so make sure to check out what’s left!

I had so much fun working on this and I feel pretty good about my first ever zine fic. thanks for reading and for supporting the zine <3

(fic under the cut)

Keep reading

[sealbatross]

2020-11-07 23:01

Here's a double-page spread for the Bonus PDF of the "So Many Falls" GF AU Zine :)

Reference to Where's Waldo - another kid's picture book but this time about finding a striped dude in crowded scenes. It's been a year since drawing this, but I can still remember those long nights a-staring. Pretty therapeutic actually.

See if you can identify all the aus!

@gravityfallsauzine

a wip!

[sealbatross]

2020-10-10 8:56

Late to the party but here is my piece for "So Many Falls" Gravity Falls AUs zine! @gravityfallsauzine

I was assigned monster falls, and so did a compilation of scenes from "where the wild things are" a popular children's picture book with monsters in it (kudos if you recognized it!)

Referenced images below:

I tried out the hatching as well, but turns out hatching is not as fun for me :')

[brightdrawings]

Portal to Relativity

Mabel may have felt that she was alone in her life, but she's grown to trust her nephews Stan and Ford. As gravity weakens beneath her feet and the moment that has been 30 years in the making finally arrives. Can she depend on her family in her hour of need? A fic I wrote for the @gravityfallsauzine! (also on ao3!)

Mabel ran through the woods, a tree branch scraped the sleeve of her sweater, but she didn’t have the time to worry about it. With any luck the government agents that had arrested her would be halfway to the state border, not that was her biggest concern at that moment. Her watch beeped and she felt herself become weightless for a moment. It wasn’t long, she returned to the ground a moment later, if she wanted to she could pretend she had jumped higher than she had expected. However, Mabel knew she hadn’t the luxury to pretend that was the truth.

She reached into her pocket and withdrew a packet of extra sugar filled pop-rocks. She was going to need the sugar rush, especially in her old age. The shack was coming into sight along the trees. Normally she’d have taken the main road, but for once, Mabel did not want to take that gamble. As the clearing of the shack grew near, she slowed down, no point in getting caught just before the finish line; and thank Moses not a single suited jerk in sight.

“Musta been called back,” she muttered.

The screen door was left open, not unexpected considering how quick the cars were to chase her decoy. This was the opportunity she needed.

“Alright,” Mabel whispered to herself, she tip-toed into the gift shop, “I've still got a minute or two. I can totally cook a welcome back cake in that-” She stopped in her tracks when she saw the vending machine and the door it hid wide open.

“Oh no.” Mabel ran for the secret door to the basement. “I’ll have to put the cake on hold.”

She ran through the door and down the stairs three at a time. Her joints ached as she jumped down the last few steps on her way to the elevator. There was a small ‘ding’ as it arrived. The pink carpet and stickers that decorated the wall were a small comfort as Mabel stared down her watch, willing herself to the bottom floor.

With another small ‘ding’ Mabel had arrived and ran out of the lift. “Don’t touch that button!” Mabel cried as she barrelled into the basement.

Of all days to have such horrid luck. It was only a few hours ago when she and the kids were playing with fireworks and water balloons. The government agents were one problem, the sheriff and his deputy were not, but what she found in the basement was the last thing she had wanted to deal with at that moment. Whoever was playing with their lives, whether it be fate, the roll of a cosmic die or Paul Banyan, they definitely had a twisted sense of humour.

Three pairs of eyes stared her down from across the room. Standing tall over them was the cold triangle shaped portal machine that Mabel had spent so long repairing. A cold blue glow the portal gave off from its centre was a small comfort when compared to the harsh red button that stood between the trio of Stanley, Stanford and Fiddleford. Stanley had his hand raised over the button, a hateful glint in his eye warned Mabel that he wasn’t playing some joke.

“Stanley, back away from the button. You gotta trust me.” She carefully walked towards the group.

“And I should trust you why?” Stanley spat. “After you stole radioactive waste? After you lied to us all summer? I thought you actually cared! But you’re just like the rest of them rotten adults!”

“Look I know this all seems cray-cray but I need that machine to stay on. If you just let me explain-“ a loud beep came from Mabel’s wristwatch. “Uh-oh. Brace yourselves.”

The blue light of the portal opened to reveal a vast and star-filled void. The portal crackled and sparked, shaking the support beams and equipment in the room. The feeling of weightlessness made everyone shout in shock as they were pulled up from the ground. In moments all four were thrown around the room.

“Stanley!” Stanford cried. His foot had caught on to a loose cable and was currently floating in the centre of the room.

“Stanford quick! Shut it down!” Stanley pointed.

“No!” Mabel cried, pushing off against the back wall, swimming her way through the air towards the boy as Stanford pulled himself down to the shutdown button. “Stop!”

Fiddleford tackled the old conwoman, pushing her off course from Stanford.

“Fiddleford what are you doing? I gave you an order!” Mabel cried, flailing wildly to try and throw the thin boy off her body.

“I got new orders now Mrs. Pines, if’n that is your real name, and that’s savin’ the world.” FIddleford cried, holding on to her for dear life.

“Fiddleford you idiot let me go!” Mabel struggled.

Stanley kicked off the wall and slammed into Mabel, knocking her off course from Ford.

“Sixer push the button! Shut it down-” He cried, shoving his hand into Mabel’s face.

Stanford looked between his struggling Aunt and his determined brother, his mind blank as he tried to calculate the optimal route. But with the blaring count down and loud deafening noise from the portal his mind couldn't find anything to grasp on to. The evidence against her was damning, but something was out of place. The arguments fit together as Stanley claimed but it didn't sit right, like when they would force a puzzle together when they couldn’t find all pieces.

“No you can’t, you gotta trust me!” Mabel pushed Stan back. The last 30 years flashed before her eyes as she reached out to her nephew.

“Grauntie Mabel, I don’t even know if you’re really my Auntie.” Stanford sobbed. His tears floated up off his cheeks, plinking quietly off his glasses which were floating above him. “I want to believe you but-“

“Then listen, Stanford, remember this afternoon? When I said I had something to tell the both of you?” Mabel’s sentence was cut off as another shockwave was sent through the room; throwing Stanley, herself and Fiddleford against the far wall.

Stanford blinked away his tears in time to see his twin brother splayed against the wall. With the countdown blaring overhead, He tightened his fist and aimed for the button.

“I was going to say,” Mabel coughed. “That you’re going to hear some bad things about me. And some of them are true. But trust me, everything I’ve worked for, everything I care about. It’s all for this family.”

“She’s gotta be lying.” Stanley interrupted. “This thing could destroy everything. You’re the smart one, think about it!”

“Look into my eyes Stanford, Do you really think I’d hurt you?” Mabel begged.

“She’s just like the rest. Turn it off now!”

“Stanford please.”

Stanford looked up to his great aunt, despite the tears that fogged up the edge of his vision, he could see her face. Mabel looked at him with a gaze he’d never seen her wear before. It was as though she was putting all her hopes on to him. He recognised the fear in her eyes, the hope, and the mix of many other feelings as she stared at him. Stanford recognised the face she wore, he’d seen it numerous times on his own brother’s face through all their adventures in that summer.

For once the mask his great aunt wore slipped, and what Stanford saw was someone in need of trust.

“Grauntie Mabel.” Stanford let go of the button. His body began to float into the air. “I trust you.

“Sixer have you flipped your lid? We’re all gonna d-“ Stanley’s cry was silenced by a deafening roar of the machine.

A blinding light filled the room.

There was a heavy silence in the air as Stanley rubbed his head; he could feel a fresh lump forming. He quickly surveyed the room and found that the basement was littered with debris and broken machinery that didn’t survive the portal opening. On the far side of the room was his brother fumbling along the ground. Stanley took a step forward, and heard a crack. Beneath his foot were Stanford’s rounded frame glasses.

“Stanley?” Stanford looked around. “I can’t find my glasses. Everything looks grey.”

“I get ‘em right here Smart guy,” Stanley walked over. He pulled out his own glasses from his pocket and handed them over.

The sound of heavy footsteps drew the attention of the twins to the portal. A man with greying hair and dark clothes stepped out from the wreckage of the portal into the basement. The other occupants of the room watched in stunned silence as he wordlessly walked through the basement. He stopped short of a blue leather bound journal. On the front cover was a silver sticker in the shape of the big dipper constellation with the number 1 draw. The man’s face reflected in the sticker as he stared down at the journal. He knelt down to pick it up, moving the reflection from his face to the big dipper birthmark on his forehead.

“Who is that?” Stanford asked.

“The author of the journals,” Mabel said in disbelief. She watched the man take off his scarf and goggles to reveal a face just like hers. “My brother.”