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☆ I feel like he’d be interested in vulture culture. Collecting bones and skulls, taxidermy, processing road kill, ect. Some of his taxidermies have been shown in the Mystery Shack.
☆ He and his friends have friendship bracelets. They made them at a sleepover once and Sonar hasn’t taken it off since.
☆ The smell of cigarettes and gasoline are huge triggers for him. I also feel like he’d flinch at sudden noises like people clapping at sports games or somebody suddenly raising their voice.
☆ He would like the 2009 Wes Anderson “Fantastic Mr Fox” film. It has animation, a soundtrack very similar to his own music taste, and it has a wonderful cast of characters. His favorite character would be either Kristopherson or Ash and he’d probably nearly cry during the “I know what it's like to feel…different” scene.
☆ ^^ Introduce him to “Isle of the Dogs” tho and oh boy. It's gonna be a wild ride.
☆ Hangs out with Mabel sometimes to paint nails or draw together. Most of the time hangs out with Dipper due to him having his missing father’s journal having similar interests but come on him and Mabel would get along she just has that ability to befriend someone in a matter of seconds.
☆ Would have a brief Warrior Cats phase. I don’t make the rules here.
☆ Curses in alien languages from time to time. Not in the sense that he uses it in every day speech but in the sense that if he stubs his toe on something there will be a very loud “☞︎🕆︎👍︎😐︎✏︎”
☆ He lowkey gives off the vibes of someone you’ll walk in on in the kitchen at 1:02 AM eating shredded cheese right out of the bag looking at you like a raccoon caught in the trashcan.
☆ Would take the apprenticeship if offered. Homie’s got the mindset that says he owes his parents for simply being born, he’s gonna try to snag the job so he can help Ford.
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Welcome welcome welcome we are gathered here today to assess these headcanons
I could see it maybe, but I dunno--- Originally, I thought he'd deeply value life and choo the heads off of his prey before burying it, to show respect, but how I've been writing him lately I could see it. Lately bro's been VIOELNT bc he's still pretty nee from the ultra violent Nightmare Realm
Oh yeah, absolutely. When he first got the friendship bracelet (and was told what it was) knew he would never ever take it off. Then it broke and he cried
The smell of cigarettes doesn't really mess him up since I always imagined Bill was into MUCH harder stuff, and most of it was drugs beyond human comprehension that make you like idk backflip colors LMAOO But he does really hate the smell of gas. Assuming Bill smoked a lot or had something similar smelling, definitely. For the loud noises, he's sooo sensitive--- any raising of a voice sends him tensing up and straightening up
I've never fully watched Fantastic Mr Fox (who I shOULD) but from my limited knowledge, he would love both of them, maybe Ash a little more--- HE WOULD SO CRY AT THAT SCENE BRO
The "I don't know why I bite" scene slash the scene where the main dog is like "I bite. I'm mean." would make him reflect so hard
Mabel would have a field day because Sonar's lowkey gender-fluid and loooves make up and dresses, and she loves giving specifically boys makeovers. And you nailed the Dipper thing---
I've never read warrior cats but if it's as territorial as I've heard, I gotta disagree twin 😔 The Nightmare Realm in my AU were just territory wars upon territory wars, and would be put off by it
Absolutely--- I wanted to have him curse in Standard Galactic (the common language amongst Galactic Federation Realms, who sent convicts to the Nightmare Realm in the first place) but lowkey when I was writing that particular part I was lazy and didn't wanna think up a swear. Also, Sonar's snart enough not to use any SG in fear of someone questioning him
If he wasn't afraid to go near a fridge that's not his, oooh yeah--- Sonar had the biggest appetite of ANY of my characters. Not only does he have a lot of muscle from fighting, but he works off a lot of calories everyday processing animals, chopping wood, ect. And using his powers uses a TON TON TON of energy, not just in applied energy but energy creating the byproduct of heat (for context Bill would deny him food and abuse him if he went into the fridge)
In his original AU--- like first one I ever made--- Ford needed help processing all the data after he came home from sailing (and didn't wanna admit how much he loved teaching and nurturing Dipper's curiosity) and DID open an apprenticeship! Glinda then stole all the fliers so no one else could apply and Sonar was Ford's only choice, but she didn't tell him that he doesn't need to know
YAAAY YAAAY YIPPEE YAAY
@six-shooter Have a small sketch of Sonar and Glinda after I realized I forgot to describe her :D
Her hair was once curly but was now rather straight. It was dark brown, with small raccoon tails framing her freckled face. She'd cut up a cheap band t-shirt to make the neckline wider, and was in baggy sweatpants.
[From outside a disappearing portal appears a handwritten note. The paper is partly dirty and crumpled but the true travesty was the handwriting. It was, in simplest terms, chicken scratch. Some of the words were anxiously scratched out and rewritten as if the author couldn't make up their mind.]
Hey Greetings Hello,
Are you a Stanford from another universe? Sorry if that was sudden blunt. I have been growing curious about other Stanfords. I don't think I exist in that universe you know me, but in my universe I know you. I wanted to ask you questions.
What are you like generally? Have you and Stan sailed? How is Stan? Do you have a Book of Bill? How's Gravity Falls? Do you have an assistant? What is your werk work like?
[A long line of text, presumably one or two more questions, have been scratched out beyond comprehension.]
Thank you for your time Sorry to bother,
Sonar, dimension 48#?
[Stanford, upon reading the contents of the hurriedly written letter, furrowed his brows in both confusion and intrigue. He hadn't visited a Dimension 48 in his travels across the multiverse, and the fact that this "Sonar" person knew his name already indicated some level of relation to an alternate self. A quiet, thoughtful sigh escaped his lips as he puzzled over how exactly to respond to this letter- or if he even should risk interdimensional travel again. If Bill was truly still out there and slowly regaining power, like that book had claimed, then even the smallest tear between dimensions could be a major risk.]
[... Nonetheless, curiosity did enrich the mind of the cat...]
Greetings,
If I am being honest here, I truly have no clue how to start this letter. I do not know you, and yet you know me. This situation, while one I am not a stranger to, is always somewhat odd to encounter. To start things off, I suppose, you need not apologize for being blunt- a good researcher always has their own brand of unfiltered curiosity, and as a good researcher myself, I am not one to speak on "bluntness"!
Yes, I am a Stanford Pines. However, before I answer any more of your questions, I happen to have some of my own. What is your relationship to your version of me? How did you open your portal? Did it cause the creation of any sort of interdimensional rift? If so, then is that rift adequately contained? If it is not, then please, make containment of the rift your top priority.
My apologies if those questions make me come off as "paranoid". I can assure you that this is not the worst I've been. It's simply that with the appearance of... new information regarding an interdimensional threat, I cannot be too cautious.
If you would like me to answer the rest of your questions, do feel free to reach out to me. I hate to admit it, but I've grown increasingly curious as I've been writing this response, and while curiosity may have "killed" the cat, satisfaction brought it back.
Sincerely,
Stanford Pines, dimension 46#.
[Now it was only a matter of getting his response to dimension 48#... perhaps booting up a rift-free portal gun an old friend gave him while traveling dimensions would be a good idea.]
[Blip! Rick and Morty crossover advantage time! Oh yes! Plot convenience!]
[Another note appears from a similar portal. Now that Ford was expecting it, he had a moment to observe it before it disappeared. It wasn't a stable portal and couldn't transport living organisms, but was certainly nothing out of control, and would've needed a level of sophistication behind it. The note is once again on paper in the same, unorganized font. The messier script implied a kind of excitement behind Sonar's pen. Oddly, the paper is incredibly cold and one corner is a tad wet. It appeared to have been around some kind of snow.]
Hello,
I'm really glad to hear form you. I am really curious. I didn't think you would know me but that's okay. In my world, I am your assistant after you and Stan got home from sailing. We don't know each other that well We're coworkers.
[There's a couple sentences completely scratched out, as if Sonar wasn't quite sure how to answer.]
I can make them wif with a machine. No rifts have been made, and if there had been, I know better than to let them live. I was just curious about other Stanfords after a talk with one over pen and paper, very similarly to how i am talking to you now. I know you said not to be, but I'm sorry to be blunt, but is the threat Bill? And do not worry about being paranoid, I'm used to it. You are smart to be so.
To expalain a little about msyelf If you were curious, my name is Sonar from dimension 48#?, and I moved to Gravity Falls last mons month. My family moved for work. I'm 16. The Stanford I was talking to before was 46/ if I'm correct.
Thank you,
Sonar, dimension 48#?
((Small OOC note- I've decided to stick with the dimension change in one of my other posts. This is Ford from dimension 50CK5-F now. Not much changes other than the fact that I now have an original "dimensional address" for this blog for ease of roleplay experience! And Ford also likes silly socks now! For fun!))
[Stanford, now thoroughly impressed with this relatively simple, yet highly sophisticated and greatly effective technology, took a moment to marvel at the air that the portal had previously penetrated, his expression one of amusement and a budding respect. With that, he simply had to continue writing.]
Hello again,
To start things off, I must say that I am quite impressed by the state of your portal technology. It shouldn't come off as a surprise, though- if you are my assistant, even in another world, I could not be more certain that you have a brilliant mind. Especially if you are working under your Stanford at 16!
If I may ask, how did you and I meet in your dimension? I am from dimension 50CK5-F, if I am not mistaken- I'm unsure of its difference from dimension 46, as upon examining it, everything came across as nearly identical to my home dimension. Needless to say, these letters have certainly sparked my curiosity for that place again.
[Stanford paused for a moment, considering what to write next.]
To stop beating around the As for the To answer your question about the interdimensional threat I had mentioned, you would be correct in assuming that it is Bill. I've had a strange encounter with a variant of him over an application known as "Tumblr". My great niece insisted that I get it, and it's proved to be quite the fascinating platform! However, his appearance in my "inbox" on top of the relatively recent appearance of his book, "The Book of Bill", has been... worrying, to say the absolute least.
Getting back to your original series of questions, Stanley is doing just fine. He and I have settled back into the Mystery Shack for a small break before heading back out to sea. He has been telling Soos (greatly exaggerated) stories of our adventures- and, given the frequency of paranormal happenings we tend to experience, I am unsure of how he even manages to make things sound more fantastical than they already are!
As for myself? I doubt that there is anything I could say that you don't already know. I have been doing my best to keep in contact with family, even if it is a bit of a struggle sometimes. Stanley and I made our way to Glass Shards Beach to reunite with Ma a few years back- who, up until then, had thought that Stanley was dead. I have upgraded my sock collection exponentially- I have made it a personal mission to purchase one pair from every spot we sail to!
I suppose that would be everything I have to say, other than; How do you know Bill How are you in your own dimension? Is everything going well? I do hope that you're remaining safe. Tell your version of me to brush up on lab safety- something that I know all versions of myself must hear.
Wishing you well,
Stanford Pines, dimension 50CK5-F.
[And with that, off his response went.]
[The note came in the same portal yet now in a different place. The destination was always the same yet its placement could use refinement. The pen ink was growing thinner yet still pushed on. The writing was still excited but more docile, slowly settling into its eagerness but not quite there.]
Hello,
I should be really thanking you and my you. As far as I know, you asked Dipper to be your assistant in my dimension, and he said no. I find that silly I'm not sure if he made the right decision, but it did give me the opportumity to be your assistant.
[There's a few dots on the paper in between the last and next sentence, as if Sonar was pausing. Whether it was from thinking or out of confusion, astonishment, gratitude, or something deeper, Stanford didn't know.] Thank you for your compliment on my portals. The technology was very difficult to understand build, and I see you have found technology of your own.
I found your listing in the local college campus. After I saw the paper you put up, we met and you hired me. You wanted someone to teach. I am very happy I could bring curiosity to you again.
I have questions. What is a Tumblr? How do you pronounce that with the l and the r but no vowel? What is in your Book of Bill? I have one in my dimension too, but am afraid to open it smarter than that. Is he still alive? Please tell me he's not still alive.
Stanley and you have done the exact same thing. You in my dimension wanted to take a moment and sift through data, which I am helping you with. There are so many anomalis that I am fascinated by. I don't know if Stanley is making stories "fantastical" or not though, as I was not there.
My Stanford is doing the same thing, but I do not think he likes socks that much. Do you like socks? Should I give my Stanford socks? Would that make him like me more? I think his birthday is coming up this summer.
My dimension is going on flawlessly. Me and my family's nee home is cozy, but the winter I hear is very cold. I'm wondering how cold? It's fall, for context. Is it cold enough to kill someone sleeping outside camping?
[Another two dots lingered at the edge of the sentence.]
I will remind Stanford of lab safety, but I'm sure he will already know. He is teaching me lab safety right now, as our partnership is still new.
Sinsearly Sincerely,
Sonar, dimension 48#?
..... Moment before the letter was sent, Sonar took a moment to think.
"Do you think this sounds good? I get he's a different Stanford and me telling him... y'know, things... can't hurt me. But he's still a Stanford. I wouldn't wanna mess him up," Sonar mumbled sheepishly, sifting the words over in his head despite not quite understanding all of them. Sonar's hands were cleaner than usual, not wanting to dirty the paper too much and leave a bad impression. His typical layered flannel was missing as he sat in Glinda's room. Instead, just in his t-shirt, his scarred arms were uncovered. scars from burns and cuts peppered his skin, presumably reaching up towards his shoulders which held his cascading brown, yellow tipped hair.
Glinda, his best friend, sat beside him on her bed. "Yeah, it sounds fine to me. Honestly, maybe it'd help to tell him? Y'know, see how our Stanford would react. They're pretty similar."
Sonar gave his friend a judging, but not unfriendly look. "That's the worst idea I've ever heard."
"Whatever, just send the letter."
OOC: AAAAA THIS IS SO FUN :D Also, I'm adding a picture of Sonar so you know what he looks like :3 I hope the transition between letter and a little bit of writing wasn't weird
[From outside a disappearing portal appears a handwritten note. The paper is partly dirty and crumpled but the true travesty was the handwriting. It was, in simplest terms, chicken scratch. Some of the words were anxiously scratched out and rewritten as if the author couldn't make up their mind.]
Hey Greetings Hello,
Are you a Stanford from another universe? Sorry if that was sudden blunt. I have been growing curious about other Stanfords. I don't think I exist in that universe you know me, but in my universe I know you. I wanted to ask you questions.
What are you like generally? Have you and Stan sailed? How is Stan? Do you have a Book of Bill? How's Gravity Falls? Do you have an assistant? What is your werk work like?
[A long line of text, presumably one or two more questions, have been scratched out beyond comprehension.]
Thank you for your time Sorry to bother,
Sonar, dimension 48#?
[Stanford, upon reading the contents of the hurriedly written letter, furrowed his brows in both confusion and intrigue. He hadn't visited a Dimension 48 in his travels across the multiverse, and the fact that this "Sonar" person knew his name already indicated some level of relation to an alternate self. A quiet, thoughtful sigh escaped his lips as he puzzled over how exactly to respond to this letter- or if he even should risk interdimensional travel again. If Bill was truly still out there and slowly regaining power, like that book had claimed, then even the smallest tear between dimensions could be a major risk.]
[... Nonetheless, curiosity did enrich the mind of the cat...]
Greetings,
If I am being honest here, I truly have no clue how to start this letter. I do not know you, and yet you know me. This situation, while one I am not a stranger to, is always somewhat odd to encounter. To start things off, I suppose, you need not apologize for being blunt- a good researcher always has their own brand of unfiltered curiosity, and as a good researcher myself, I am not one to speak on "bluntness"!
Yes, I am a Stanford Pines. However, before I answer any more of your questions, I happen to have some of my own. What is your relationship to your version of me? How did you open your portal? Did it cause the creation of any sort of interdimensional rift? If so, then is that rift adequately contained? If it is not, then please, make containment of the rift your top priority.
My apologies if those questions make me come off as "paranoid". I can assure you that this is not the worst I've been. It's simply that with the appearance of... new information regarding an interdimensional threat, I cannot be too cautious.
If you would like me to answer the rest of your questions, do feel free to reach out to me. I hate to admit it, but I've grown increasingly curious as I've been writing this response, and while curiosity may have "killed" the cat, satisfaction brought it back.
Sincerely,
Stanford Pines, dimension 46#.
[Now it was only a matter of getting his response to dimension 48#... perhaps booting up a rift-free portal gun an old friend gave him while traveling dimensions would be a good idea.]
[Blip! Rick and Morty crossover advantage time! Oh yes! Plot convenience!]
[Another note appears from a similar portal. Now that Ford was expecting it, he had a moment to observe it before it disappeared. It wasn't a stable portal and couldn't transport living organisms, but was certainly nothing out of control, and would've needed a level of sophistication behind it. The note is once again on paper in the same, unorganized font. The messier script implied a kind of excitement behind Sonar's pen. Oddly, the paper is incredibly cold and one corner is a tad wet. It appeared to have been around some kind of snow.]
Hello,
I'm really glad to hear form you. I am really curious. I didn't think you would know me but that's okay. In my world, I am your assistant after you and Stan got home from sailing. We don't know each other that well We're coworkers.
[There's a couple sentences completely scratched out, as if Sonar wasn't quite sure how to answer.]
I can make them wif with a machine. No rifts have been made, and if there had been, I know better than to let them live. I was just curious about other Stanfords after a talk with one over pen and paper, very similarly to how i am talking to you now. I know you said not to be, but I'm sorry to be blunt, but is the threat Bill? And do not worry about being paranoid, I'm used to it. You are smart to be so.
To expalain a little about msyelf If you were curious, my name is Sonar from dimension 48#?, and I moved to Gravity Falls last mons month. My family moved for work. I'm 16. The Stanford I was talking to before was 46/ if I'm correct.
Thank you,
Sonar, dimension 48#?
“Goodbye, Mama!” Lunar waved as his mother tightened her satchel, “Goodluck!”
“Don’t be so hasty in our goodbyes, my pet,” Crimson replied, lifting Lunar’s chin with her hoof, “You won’t get into any trouble while I’m gone, will you?”
“No, Mama. I promise,” he replied with an eager grin.
Crimson smiled faintly, mumbling a small praise before turning and walking out the door. Lunar was always excited for forage day, as it meant food he had no idea how they’d get otherwise, but today it meant something new! It meant ponies! And as he scurried up to his window to watch his mother leave, Lunar also began to pack. If there were ponies out there, they’d be really mean to me, right? That’s what Mama said. Are there really other ponies out there with just wings? With nothing at all?! She said all the pegasi and earth ponies were dead… but Spider—
“Ow!” Lunar exclaimed as he tripped over his cloak, falling face first onto the floor. “Ughh…” he groaned, deciding he should take it with him.
Spider yawned, slumped against a tree with furrowed brows, grumbling to herself. “Where is he? I’ve been here all morning…” She impatiently tapped her hoof on the ground, “Stupid agreement to go to the stupid village—” she sighed— “but he looked so happy. I can’t take that away.”
“Spider!” she suddenly heard, spinning around to see Lunar running up to her.
“Lunar!”
He slid to a halt in front of her, excitedly bouncing up and down. “I got everything I needed! I have food, and defense, and lip balm, a-and—”
“W-Wait, you have what?”
“Lip balm. Me and my mama make it for—”
“Not that! Why do you have weapons?”
Lunar raised a brow, “Aren’t they still all mad at each other? Y’know? … Cause of the war?”
Spider furrowed her brows. “War? What war?” she scoffed, “Who told you there’s been a war? As far as I know, there’s been peace under Queen Twilight.”
“Oo, there’s a new queen?”
“New queen? She’s been queen as long as you or I’ve been born! W-Who do you think is queen?”
Lunar sat down idly, replying, “Mama said a pony named Celestia used to be queen, and that she mysteriously died.”
“... I… think you’d better just forget all that and learn real history,” Spider mumbled, taking a slow breath to sigh with. “Leave your weapons here, and let’s just get a move on.”
Lunar nodded and quickly scooped up his bag, scurrying after Spider. “H-How long will we be walking? Can we talk while we do?”
Spider glanced over at the strange stallion beside her. He was naïve, skimpy in stature, and as curious as a cat. Something about his smile and great eagerness made her begin to smirk, smile even. “Yeah,” she replied, casually putting a hoof around Lunar, “That’s what friends do, right?”
Lunar’s face suddenly lit up in excitement, his bright smile somehow growing even brighter. “Really?! We’re friends?”
“Yeah, dummy. You’re gonna need someone to look out for you. Don’t worry about the sugar, by the way. I can just get some in town, I still have some bits left.”
“What are bits?”
Spider chuckled, “Don’t worry about that right now. Instead you better worry about when we’re gonna go bug hunting!”
GUYS GUYS GUYS CHAPTER 10 OF WHAT NOW IS FINALLY OUT AAAAA IVE BEEN COOKING THIS FOREVER
GO READ IT AND SAY HI IN THE COMMENTS IF YOU FEEL LIKE IT
Have some tomadachi life pictures >:)
OKAY BYYEEEE
FINALLYYUUGHHH
if they weren't friends by today I would've keeled over (this happened yesterday)
Also if anyone's curious, Sonar's always been darker but I got too excited to make him and went with the default option 😭😭😭
GUYS SONAR'S DATING LLOYD GARMADON IN TOMADACHI LIFE 2 IM GOING NUTS
also they started fighting immediately and then made back up again and are a liiittle toxic but that's okay LMAO
LMAOOO I MADE A SILLY PICTURE WITH THEM
The plan was to add everyone I idly shipped with Sonar and see who won but i got through TWO and bro made his choice 💔💔
I DIDNT EVEN ADD HSI GF BRO
GUYS SONAR'S DATING LLOYD GARMADON IN TOMADACHI LIFE 2 IM GOING NUTS
also they started fighting immediately and then made back up again and are a liiittle toxic but that's okay LMAO
tumblr angels do not support ICE btw 🩷🪽
tumblr demons don't support ICE either ✨
tumblr fallen angels DOES not support ICE too
vampires DO NOT SUPPORT ICE
Vultures DO NOT support ice.
Dinosaurs DO NOT support ICE
Wolfdogs DO NOT support ICE
Hyenas DO NOT support ICE
Werewolves DON'T support ICE.
Tigers DO NOT support ICE
Merfolk DO NOT support ICE
pigeons fucking HATE ICE !!!
Deities absolutely HATES ICE
dollgirls and other dolls do NOT support ICE either !!!!!
Half & full moths do NOT support ICE and HATE ICE
Stickey does not support ICE and neither does Blocko
Luugi and I do not support ICE.
Marro and I also hate ICE.
Th-this cogbug does not ap-p-p-peal to the actions of this group.
Grrrr, mmmrp-mrp.
I do not support ICE in any way, shape, or form. Personally, I would rather support Silk Maternal.
The Mind Flayer supports ICE not.
summer says fuck ice
Drumsticks does not support ice
snail here ice can go fuck themselves
Stanford despises ice.
Gravity Falls ocs don't either
[Once more, the note appears handwritten in a now familiar kind of scribble. This is clearly not the first draft, as this note is much more clean and clear. However, traces of anxiety are still laden in its creases.]
Hello again,
I have to admit, I did not expect my writing to go through get there reach you. I hope you aren't upset, but getting a response made me curious. What's your timeline like? That's vague Sorry I'm vague, I just don't know how to say this. English is not my first language.
The biggest difference between us is that I doubt I am there. I'm I think only in a few timelines.
[There was a run on sentence afterward, but it was thoroughly scribbled out. The paragraph continues as if it didn't exist.]
The date is sometime in Summer, 2013. My Ford has already boated and is busy analyzing his spesemins. Because there are so many, he hired me as extra help. I'm an intern, or so I've been told.
Reply when you can,
Sorry to bother,
Sonar, dimension 48?#
(For some clarity, English is me the author's first language, but not Sonar the character's first language)
My timeline... hm, I would have to say it's quite tame compared to some of the one's that I have heard of. It's 2014 here, but I have heard that it is 2012 in most other times.
Which is quite odd, I do wonder why I am about two years ahead of everyone else...
Ah, doesn't matter.
I do have a question. Do you know any being by the name 'Bill Cipher'?
And you would be correct in assuming that you are not here. I have never hired anyone named Sonar. I haven't hired anyone before. I usually prefer to do my work in solitude. Training others of all the dangers Gravity Falls brings would be... difficult, at best.
Also, is your dimension's name 48?# or 48#? ?
You put the latter in your former message to me, so it is a bit confusing.
[The note is on a smaller scrap of paper. Its sender is running out. It's less scribbled than before, but still sloppy. Less edits are being made, as if Sonar were getting more confident. Some of his misspellings are corrected by a different, far neater writer in red ink. It's definitely not Ford's own handwriting.]
Hello,
48#? Sorry, I don't have anything to get the name anymore. I do know a Bill Cipher. Usually I try not to talk about him. I don't like him. I guess this couldn't hurt. How do you know him? I don't think all the Ford's know Bill the same way. Does that make sense? Sorry about frasing phrasing. I don't know why some people are in 2012 or 2013 or 2014, but if I ever do I'll tell you. Maybe it's because of a purpose? It might just be unreasoned artibrary arbitrary.
Did you go boating with Stan like my Ford? For how long? Do you plan to do it again if you did go back to home? Are Is Are your Mabel and Dipper both there?
Sorry for the confusion,
Sonar, dimension 48#?
Nobody should like him, but I think it is good that you do not... trust him. Is there someone else there with you?
Sorry, off track. I know Bill because he, to put it frankly, ruined my life.
I can only guess that some dimensions are in different times, due to how time works in the whole scheme of things.
I do go boating with Stanley. I haven't been out in a while, but it is winter.
Dipper and Mabel are here, but they have school currently, so are not at the house. They have chosen to continue their studies here, in Gravity Falls.
[Sonar's lack of paper grows more apparent as a poster for a summerween party arrives, and on its backside is his message.]
Hello,
Yes, my friend Henry is here. And
[There was seemingly a fight for the paper with a few scribbles as two other names appeared in their own handwriting. The first was underdeveloped but the closest to 'normal' he'd seen. The one after was angular and stylized with a drawn face sporting sunglasses.]
Glinda! And Connor B) They are my friends.
Mabel and Dipper still live in calaphornea California but are here for the summer. How is the winter? How is the weather? Is it very cold? I have not had a winter in Gravity Falls but I am told they are very cold. Cold enough to die. Cold enough to freeze the lake.
I figured Bill did as much. I've only ever heard of Fords whose Bill didn't hurt them.
Sorry for bringing it up,
Sonar, dimension 48#?
((Just to make sure I'm clear in all of this- Henry is Red, Glinda is Green, and Connor is Blue - mod note too long to be in tags)).
Ah! The winter is going fine. It is not as cold as it used to be, but it is still... dipping into the dangerous zone, when I don't let the kids go out into the cold.
I think it's great that you have friends with you. But I must ask, how have you been getting these notes to me?
Do you have magic, or have you been taught it?
You also have no need to apologize for bringing the demon up. I have dealt with many questions about him.
[The new note is written on an ad for a job. There are holes where a staple or two used to be. The ad itself is uninspiring and bland.]
Hello,
Sorry they crumpled up the paper fighting about it. I've heard similar things about the winter, I was just hoping they were just words were wrong. And winter wasn't that bad. I came moved here a few month ago. Months. Sorry. The purpose point is that I've never actually seen a winter. TV makes it look fun.
[There's a few marks from both Sonar's black pen and the other's colored ones, almost like a debate. But the crumples and splotches are too vague to get any real story. Just that someone's unsure about something.]
I was trying to find gifts to give you. It's your birthday where I am. But I couldn't think of anything, and it made me really stressed anxious. Then I guess something listened and we found this worm hole to you. Magic is something I try not to use mess with. It's too uncontrollable.
What questions have you been asked about them? From who?
Thank you,
Sonar, dimension 48#?
P.S. Do other people talk to you the way I talk to you? Does that make sense? Through notes from other dimensions.
P.S.S. What does P.S. mean? None of us know.
[Once more, the note appears handwritten in a now familiar kind of scribble. This is clearly not the first draft, as this note is much more clean and clear. However, traces of anxiety are still laden in its creases.]
Hello again,
I have to admit, I did not expect my writing to go through get there reach you. I hope you aren't upset, but getting a response made me curious. What's your timeline like? That's vague Sorry I'm vague, I just don't know how to say this. English is not my first language.
The biggest difference between us is that I doubt I am there. I'm I think only in a few timelines.
[There was a run on sentence afterward, but it was thoroughly scribbled out. The paragraph continues as if it didn't exist.]
The date is sometime in Summer, 2013. My Ford has already boated and is busy analyzing his spesemins. Because there are so many, he hired me as extra help. I'm an intern, or so I've been told.
Reply when you can,
Sorry to bother,
Sonar, dimension 48?#
(For some clarity, English is me the author's first language, but not Sonar the character's first language)
My timeline... hm, I would have to say it's quite tame compared to some of the one's that I have heard of. It's 2014 here, but I have heard that it is 2012 in most other times.
Which is quite odd, I do wonder why I am about two years ahead of everyone else...
Ah, doesn't matter.
I do have a question. Do you know any being by the name 'Bill Cipher'?
And you would be correct in assuming that you are not here. I have never hired anyone named Sonar. I haven't hired anyone before. I usually prefer to do my work in solitude. Training others of all the dangers Gravity Falls brings would be... difficult, at best.
Also, is your dimension's name 48?# or 48#? ?
You put the latter in your former message to me, so it is a bit confusing.
[The note is on a smaller scrap of paper. Its sender is running out. It's less scribbled than before, but still sloppy. Less edits are being made, as if Sonar were getting more confident. Some of his misspellings are corrected by a different, far neater writer in red ink. It's definitely not Ford's own handwriting.]
Hello,
48#? Sorry, I don't have anything to get the name anymore. I do know a Bill Cipher. Usually I try not to talk about him. I don't like him. I guess this couldn't hurt. How do you know him? I don't think all the Ford's know Bill the same way. Does that make sense? Sorry about frasing phrasing. I don't know why some people are in 2012 or 2013 or 2014, but if I ever do I'll tell you. Maybe it's because of a purpose? It might just be unreasoned artibrary arbitrary.
Did you go boating with Stan like my Ford? For how long? Do you plan to do it again if you did go back to home? Are Is Are your Mabel and Dipper both there?
Sorry for the confusion,
Sonar, dimension 48#?
Nobody should like him, but I think it is good that you do not... trust him. Is there someone else there with you?
Sorry, off track. I know Bill because he, to put it frankly, ruined my life.
I can only guess that some dimensions are in different times, due to how time works in the whole scheme of things.
I do go boating with Stanley. I haven't been out in a while, but it is winter.
Dipper and Mabel are here, but they have school currently, so are not at the house. They have chosen to continue their studies here, in Gravity Falls.
[Sonar's lack of paper grows more apparent as a poster for a summerween party arrives, and on its backside is his message.]
Hello,
Yes, my friend Henry is here. And
[There was seemingly a fight for the paper with a few scribbles as two other names appeared in their own handwriting. The first was underdeveloped but the closest to 'normal' he'd seen. The one after was angular and stylized with a drawn face sporting sunglasses.]
Glinda! And Connor B) They are my friends.
Mabel and Dipper still live in calaphornea California but are here for the summer. How is the winter? How is the weather? Is it very cold? I have not had a winter in Gravity Falls but I am told they are very cold. Cold enough to die. Cold enough to freeze the lake.
I figured Bill did as much. I've only ever heard of Fords whose Bill didn't hurt them.
Sorry for bringing it up,
Sonar, dimension 48#?
[Once more, the note appears handwritten in a now familiar kind of scribble. This is clearly not the first draft, as this note is much more clean and clear. However, traces of anxiety are still laden in its creases.]
Hello again,
I have to admit, I did not expect my writing to go through get there reach you. I hope you aren't upset, but getting a response made me curious. What's your timeline like? That's vague Sorry I'm vague, I just don't know how to say this. English is not my first language.
The biggest difference between us is that I doubt I am there. I'm I think only in a few timelines.
[There was a run on sentence afterward, but it was thoroughly scribbled out. The paragraph continues as if it didn't exist.]
The date is sometime in Summer, 2013. My Ford has already boated and is busy analyzing his spesemins. Because there are so many, he hired me as extra help. I'm an intern, or so I've been told.
Reply when you can,
Sorry to bother,
Sonar, dimension 48?#
(For some clarity, English is me the author's first language, but not Sonar the character's first language)
My timeline... hm, I would have to say it's quite tame compared to some of the one's that I have heard of. It's 2014 here, but I have heard that it is 2012 in most other times.
Which is quite odd, I do wonder why I am about two years ahead of everyone else...
Ah, doesn't matter.
I do have a question. Do you know any being by the name 'Bill Cipher'?
And you would be correct in assuming that you are not here. I have never hired anyone named Sonar. I haven't hired anyone before. I usually prefer to do my work in solitude. Training others of all the dangers Gravity Falls brings would be... difficult, at best.
Also, is your dimension's name 48?# or 48#? ?
You put the latter in your former message to me, so it is a bit confusing.
[The note is on a smaller scrap of paper. Its sender is running out. It's less scribbled than before, but still sloppy. Less edits are being made, as if Sonar were getting more confident. Some of his misspellings are corrected by a different, far neater writer in red ink. It's definitely not Ford's own handwriting.]
Hello,
48#? Sorry, I don't have anything to get the name anymore. I do know a Bill Cipher. Usually I try not to talk about him. I don't like him. I guess this couldn't hurt. How do you know him? I don't think all the Ford's know Bill the same way. Does that make sense? Sorry about frasing phrasing. I don't know why some people are in 2012 or 2013 or 2014, but if I ever do I'll tell you. Maybe it's because of a purpose? It might just be unreasoned artibrary arbitrary.
Did you go boating with Stan like my Ford? For how long? Do you plan to do it again if you did go back to home? Are Is Are your Mabel and Dipper both there?
Sorry for the confusion,
Sonar, dimension 48#?
🎱How to Ragebait your brother. Beautiful designs by the amazing @a-drawship btw!! I love how they drew Stan!!🎱
NEW CHAPTER OF A MARVEL OF BIOLOGY!!!!
I'm super excited to get the ball rolling, and I'm really proud of how everything's gone so far. There's so many things I want to rant about, but I'll save that for when the series is over!
GUESS WHAT?! NEW A MARVEL OF BIOLOGY CHAPTER TOMORROW!!!! 💥💥💥💥💥💥
I don't have any art, but i DO have the tomadachi life demo! Sonar was (unsurprisingly) the first mii I added, followed by his dad, and I got some pretty good pictures of the fun!
I'm finally free from the stage, but then I got unbelievably sick. I had like 90% of the chapter done but didn't get the last stretch all made. Well, tonight, I got the motivation to write and now we're 100% finished!
Anyway, enjoy Ford and his kid talking about their favorite conversation topic:
(more under the cut)
