Stanford Pines @six-shooter - Tumblr Blog

Hello, internet!

My name, as likely seen from my "biography", is Stanford Pines. I'm unsure what more there is to say about myself other than the fact that I, since birth, have been somewhat of an anomaly myself. Which, if I am being entirely honest with both myself and all of you, is why I began to categorize the unknown, unusual, and just downright "weird" things of the world.

I have only recently come back from a 30-year stint traversing alternate realities, and I must say that I am quite intrigued by the internet and this platform as a whole! I categorically refuse to get a "smart-phone" (I'm unsure if I fully trust them), however I am growing increasingly comfortable with the modern laptop. My old assistant and even older friend, who I'll refer to as "F" for the sake of privacy, actually produced a prototype one way back in the day. But I'm rambling now. I've heard from my great-niece that I should keep things brief for reader retention.

As astra per aspera! Signed,

Stanford Pines.

#gravity falls #gravity falls rp blog #gravity falls rp #stanford pines #ford pines #grunkle ford #gf posting #roleplay blog #roleplay account

Hello! It seems you're yet another future version of myself. I'm from the @dr-stanford-f-pines account, and I am also a version of you. Though, I'm here in 1981 instead of your present year. I've been given a phone by a strange being, and I couldn't be more grateful.

I can't see a fair amount of your account due to the blocks preventing me from so-called "spoilers," but I figured I'd attempt to ally with you. Well, you, as yourself, and you, as the man behind the curtain, both. It will be interesting to see yet another "interpretation" of myself!

My initial thoughts and questions (please answer as both your Ford and yourself, if you would be kind enough to get out of character for me):

What are your thoughts on Bill, my muse?

How are you handling all this technology recently? It seems quite overwhelming for me, though I'm sure it would be the same for you and much easier for "the man behind the curtain."

Why six-shooter? I'm very aware of the meaning, of course, but I'm curious!

What is the point of this blog? Just for entertainment, or something else?

And, just for the man behind the curtain: What made you decide to roleplay me? Why not some other character out there?

I appreciate you reading this! I'm currently waiting for some worthwhile messages to come into my own box, but I know how the chaos of the first few months is. Things have slowed down on my end because I myself have slowed down. I suppose that is my fault. My muse and I have been carefully working on crafting the portal. I have already decided to call F, but I will wait to do that until we need him.

I hope you have an enjoyable day,

Stanford Pines

Alright, I'm going to be entirely and completely honest here since this ask piqued my interest in an earnest, out of character way. I will be answering these in both ways, but I hope you don't mind if I remain largely out of character here because I'm incredibly curious about you as well! If that's not like, weird to say in response to an ask, lmao.

First of all, Bill is... a complicated subject? I'm going to try my best to say things without potentially screwing up a timeline or what have you. In character, Bill is a bit of a sore spot. I'm not going to tell you why, but just know that if I told you, it'd be "spoilers". As for my own opinion, I think he's fun! If an interdimensional triangle approached me with cosmic knowledge, I'd be putty in their hands. Hopefully not literally, because I know that Bill is likely capable of actually turning somebody into putty.

Secondly, I'd say that in character, this sort of technology isn't quite familiar, but endlessly fascinating and relatively easy to use due to... well, due to "spoilers". I'm not going to go there since you've stated on your own blog to avoid those. As for me, the person actually behind the screen, I'm using what is likely the jankiest laptop known to man, but it's easy enough to navigate, having grown up with the technology, haha. Wouldn't have it any other way.

The reasoning for the handle six-shooter is simple; it wasn't taken, but still alluded to... you? The character? I'm so sorry, I get a bit pedantic about wording sometimes- but you get what I mean.

The point of this blog is largely for entertainment, but it's also to hold me accountable in some ways (grammar, mostly). I have trouble with completing certain tasks, so having a kind of "motivator" to enrich my mind and do things that I had been putting off is helpful. ADHD for the win, I guess?

As for a reason why I picked you? Mainly teasing from my sibling. Me and them get mistaken for twins a lot of the time, and I've always had the nerdier interests and better grades/relationships with teachers. So upon us both watching Gravity Falls, things just... fell into place for them to never shut up about the two of us in relation to the two major sibling dynamics in the show. Thus, I figured that this would be one of the easier blogs to run if I were to make a roleplay account! This is basically one big experiment, in a way. Not one of any value to myself or society, but a fun one nonetheless.

So! I hope that this answered your questions in a satisfactory way! I myself know that I have a whole slew of questions of my own, but I'm honestly not too sure how to word them, haha. Once I do, I'll be sure to send you an ask or two! Hundred! (Likely from my main blog, @ieatnuclearwaste )

Hoping that this yap-fest wasn't too much to sift through,

The Mod.

P.S: I'm making a new tag for these kinds of asks since you cared enough to be the first! Congratulations on being the very first post on this blog with the tag #Pay No Attention... because I am nothing without my Wizard of Oz references.

#Pay No Attention...#dr-stanford-f-pines #out of character #Unsure if I should give myself a name on here honestly #Either way this ask was an absolute delight to answer!!!#Guess I can be known as “mod” for a while

six-shooter

“Ah yet another version of myself. Sadly yet another.. poor one.”

@king-gleeful

[Stanford, or, for the sake of this particular roleplay, Pines, would jolt upright, having been previously occupied by studying a peculiar species of moss growing on a nearby tree. Upon recognizing his own voice, he would narrow his eyes, ever so slowly turning to face his... rather flamboyantly dressed counterpart.]

"... I assume that you got here via interdimensional wormhole?" [Pines replied, entirely glossing over the insult hurled his way as he took a cautious step forward. His six-fingered hands immediately found themselves clasped together behind his back- most definitely as a sort of learned defense mechanism from early life.] "I have to say, your wardrobe certainly seems..." [Pines would trail off for a moment, brown eyes roaming over Gleeful's attire with a somewhat judgemental scrutiny.] "... impractical. For dimensional travel, at least."

king-gleeful

Gleeful narrows his eyes

“My wardrobe is perfectly fine, and is fit for a king such as myself.”

He looks around the room

“You don’t Tidy up much do you? Perhaps you should invest in a pet demon. They’re quite obedient.”

Gleeful chuckled as he thought of William, he had been the one to teleport gleeful here.

six-shooter

[Pines furrowed his eyebrows, his expression turning to one of intense thought and equally intense annoyance.]

"A king, are you?" [Pines would ask, a six-fingered hand moving to stroke his chin as he stepped forward, slowly circling around this "king" as if studying a new kind of creature he hadn't yet encountered.] "I've encountered many dimensions in my travels that still use a monarchical system of government, but none that had apparently invested in 'pet demons'." [He would pause, as if thinking back to a deeply unpleasant time in his life.] "... well, there was one society I had encountered like that, but those 'pet demons' were often... untrained."

[Pines settled in front of Gleeful, standing about two to three feet away- a respectable, yet relatively close distance to study this alternate version of himself by.]

"As for my stance on keeping supernatural beings as pets in general, that road is an incredibly dangerous one to trek. Demons are especially tricky business- though most have some form of human conscience, so morally, referring to one as a 'pet' has some... worrying implications." [Pines folded his hands behind his back once more, returning to a relatively neutral position where he stood.] "Though, based on your position as a monarch, I can assume that you don't quite take morality into account in most matters."

king-gleeful

Gleefuls eyes follow him as pines circles around him

Gleeful smirks

“I assure you my dear servant, William cipher, is perfectly well trained. He knows what happens if he doesn’t obey.”

“Sometimes morality is the price we pay for power.”

six-shooter

[Pines pauses at Gleeful's words.]

"... Cipher." [He repeats, his expression becoming unreadable. He honestly doesn't quite know how to respond to this information yet- he assumed that any version of Bill that exists would be just as wicked, manipulative and cunning. Either this was an expert game of deceit, or this version of Stanford was a lot more dangerous than he came off as.]

[Pines took a deep, sharp breath.]

"I can assure you that the Cipher I know isn't 'obedient' in the slightest." [Pines would reply, his expression hardening with memories of his time viewing that demon as a "muse".] "I can only assume that this is either a version of Bill that I have not encountered... or he is simply biding his time. He could be employing a different manipulation tactic before revealing his true colors." [Pines paused, his eyes narrowing once more.] "And trust me, those colors aren't pretty."

king-gleeful

Gleeful smirks

“William is a powerful deity, yes. But I supply him with food. And if he doesn’t obey.. well I think you can guess what happens.”

“I am a powerful king, my country fears me, and so does William.”

six-shooter

[Pines glares at Gleeful's smirk.]

"I am starting to understand why Stanley has always been so anti-authority." [Pines murmurs, his voice at a low grumble as his annoyance only continued to build on itself. He starts to pace once more, his posture stiff and his movements stiffer- this time not circling his counterpart, but remaining in front of him, beginning to wander about his lab as if searching for something.]

"Fear is a powerful thing, yes-" [Pines begins,] "But it doesn't buy respect. Respect is only received by those who give their own. It took me ages to learn that simply being better than my peers wouldn't grant me any sort of good graces among them... perhaps it would be wise for you to learn the same thing."

king-gleeful

“Even if the rebellion was to succeed, which it won’t. I do not doubt that they will become the same way.”

Gleeful fiddled with his collar, his outfit seemed like something someone in the Russian court would wear.

six-shooter

[Pines's expression of annoyance only deepens, a crease in his forehead becoming all the more noticeable for it in the dim light of his laboratory.]

"Rebellion has nothing to do with respect." [Pines begins searching for a particular item, adjusting his glasses slightly as the light from a nearby lamp flashed a golden reflection Gleeful's way.] "I know what it's like to be a caretaker- and respecting my niece and nephew never got me anything other than respect back. Are you not, in a way, the caretaker of your country? You're no king, Stanford. You're a dictator."

[Pines continues rummaging through his things before pulling out an old, yet well-maintained gun-like contraption. Its body is lacking the luster it once held, but it remains clean, and as Pines cocks it, the sounds of a tiny engine and fan revving to life can be heard from within its metal confines.]

"Now, tell me which dimension you belong to. I don't want this to drag on for longer than it has to." [Pines stepped closer to Gleeful, holding his portal gun aloft.] "This won't hurt a bit... if you're experienced in going through wormholes, that is."

king-gleeful

Gleeful puts a hand on the gun and lowers it

“Now now there’s no need for that. I will contact William and have him bring me home.”

The jewel on his amulet glows and in an instant he’s gone.

#I most definitely will check that out!!#I'm wicked excited for this thank you so much for the ask in the first place haha

six-shooter

“Ah yet another version of myself. Sadly yet another.. poor one.”

@king-gleeful

[Stanford, or, for the sake of this particular roleplay, Pines, would jolt upright, having been previously occupied by studying a peculiar species of moss growing on a nearby tree. Upon recognizing his own voice, he would narrow his eyes, ever so slowly turning to face his... rather flamboyantly dressed counterpart.]

"... I assume that you got here via interdimensional wormhole?" [Pines replied, entirely glossing over the insult hurled his way as he took a cautious step forward. His six-fingered hands immediately found themselves clasped together behind his back- most definitely as a sort of learned defense mechanism from early life.] "I have to say, your wardrobe certainly seems..." [Pines would trail off for a moment, brown eyes roaming over Gleeful's attire with a somewhat judgemental scrutiny.] "... impractical. For dimensional travel, at least."

king-gleeful

Gleeful narrows his eyes

“My wardrobe is perfectly fine, and is fit for a king such as myself.”

He looks around the room

“You don’t Tidy up much do you? Perhaps you should invest in a pet demon. They’re quite obedient.”

Gleeful chuckled as he thought of William, he had been the one to teleport gleeful here.

six-shooter

[Pines furrowed his eyebrows, his expression turning to one of intense thought and equally intense annoyance.]

"A king, are you?" [Pines would ask, a six-fingered hand moving to stroke his chin as he stepped forward, slowly circling around this "king" as if studying a new kind of creature he hadn't yet encountered.] "I've encountered many dimensions in my travels that still use a monarchical system of government, but none that had apparently invested in 'pet demons'." [He would pause, as if thinking back to a deeply unpleasant time in his life.] "... well, there was one society I had encountered like that, but those 'pet demons' were often... untrained."

[Pines settled in front of Gleeful, standing about two to three feet away- a respectable, yet relatively close distance to study this alternate version of himself by.]

"As for my stance on keeping supernatural beings as pets in general, that road is an incredibly dangerous one to trek. Demons are especially tricky business- though most have some form of human conscience, so morally, referring to one as a 'pet' has some... worrying implications." [Pines folded his hands behind his back once more, returning to a relatively neutral position where he stood.] "Though, based on your position as a monarch, I can assume that you don't quite take morality into account in most matters."

king-gleeful

Gleefuls eyes follow him as pines circles around him

Gleeful smirks

“I assure you my dear servant, William cipher, is perfectly well trained. He knows what happens if he doesn’t obey.”

“Sometimes morality is the price we pay for power.”

six-shooter

[Pines pauses at Gleeful's words.]

"... Cipher." [He repeats, his expression becoming unreadable. He honestly doesn't quite know how to respond to this information yet- he assumed that any version of Bill that exists would be just as wicked, manipulative and cunning. Either this was an expert game of deceit, or this version of Stanford was a lot more dangerous than he came off as.]

[Pines took a deep, sharp breath.]

"I can assure you that the Cipher I know isn't 'obedient' in the slightest." [Pines would reply, his expression hardening with memories of his time viewing that demon as a "muse".] "I can only assume that this is either a version of Bill that I have not encountered... or he is simply biding his time. He could be employing a different manipulation tactic before revealing his true colors." [Pines paused, his eyes narrowing once more.] "And trust me, those colors aren't pretty."

king-gleeful

Gleeful smirks

“William is a powerful deity, yes. But I supply him with food. And if he doesn’t obey.. well I think you can guess what happens.”

“I am a powerful king, my country fears me, and so does William.”

six-shooter

[Pines glares at Gleeful's smirk.]

"I am starting to understand why Stanley has always been so anti-authority." [Pines murmurs, his voice at a low grumble as his annoyance only continued to build on itself. He starts to pace once more, his posture stiff and his movements stiffer- this time not circling his counterpart, but remaining in front of him, beginning to wander about his lab as if searching for something.]

"Fear is a powerful thing, yes-" [Pines begins,] "But it doesn't buy respect. Respect is only received by those who give their own. It took me ages to learn that simply being better than my peers wouldn't grant me any sort of good graces among them... perhaps it would be wise for you to learn the same thing."

king-gleeful

“Even if the rebellion was to succeed, which it won’t. I do not doubt that they will become the same way.”

Gleeful fiddled with his collar, his outfit seemed like something someone in the Russian court would wear.

six-shooter

[Pines's expression of annoyance only deepens, a crease in his forehead becoming all the more noticeable for it in the dim light of his laboratory.]

"Rebellion has nothing to do with respect." [Pines begins searching for a particular item, adjusting his glasses slightly as the light from a nearby lamp flashed a golden reflection Gleeful's way.] "I know what it's like to be a caretaker- and respecting my niece and nephew never got me anything other than respect back. Are you not, in a way, the caretaker of your country? You're no king, Stanford. You're a dictator."

[Pines continues rummaging through his things before pulling out an old, yet well-maintained gun-like contraption. Its body is lacking the luster it once held, but it remains clean, and as Pines cocks it, the sounds of a tiny engine and fan revving to life can be heard from within its metal confines.]

"Now, tell me which dimension you belong to. I don't want this to drag on for longer than it has to." [Pines stepped closer to Gleeful, holding his portal gun aloft.] "This won't hurt a bit... if you're experienced in going through wormholes, that is."

#Ahhhh I see I see #So Fords got his hooks in DEEP then #I'm still unsure if I should or should not feel bad for Will #Mainly because he's a version of Bill #But this is nonetheless an incredibly interesting dynamic!!!! WAHOOOO

six-shooter

“Ah yet another version of myself. Sadly yet another.. poor one.”

@king-gleeful

[Stanford, or, for the sake of this particular roleplay, Pines, would jolt upright, having been previously occupied by studying a peculiar species of moss growing on a nearby tree. Upon recognizing his own voice, he would narrow his eyes, ever so slowly turning to face his... rather flamboyantly dressed counterpart.]

"... I assume that you got here via interdimensional wormhole?" [Pines replied, entirely glossing over the insult hurled his way as he took a cautious step forward. His six-fingered hands immediately found themselves clasped together behind his back- most definitely as a sort of learned defense mechanism from early life.] "I have to say, your wardrobe certainly seems..." [Pines would trail off for a moment, brown eyes roaming over Gleeful's attire with a somewhat judgemental scrutiny.] "... impractical. For dimensional travel, at least."

king-gleeful

Gleeful narrows his eyes

“My wardrobe is perfectly fine, and is fit for a king such as myself.”

He looks around the room

“You don’t Tidy up much do you? Perhaps you should invest in a pet demon. They’re quite obedient.”

Gleeful chuckled as he thought of William, he had been the one to teleport gleeful here.

six-shooter

[Pines furrowed his eyebrows, his expression turning to one of intense thought and equally intense annoyance.]

"A king, are you?" [Pines would ask, a six-fingered hand moving to stroke his chin as he stepped forward, slowly circling around this "king" as if studying a new kind of creature he hadn't yet encountered.] "I've encountered many dimensions in my travels that still use a monarchical system of government, but none that had apparently invested in 'pet demons'." [He would pause, as if thinking back to a deeply unpleasant time in his life.] "... well, there was one society I had encountered like that, but those 'pet demons' were often... untrained."

[Pines settled in front of Gleeful, standing about two to three feet away- a respectable, yet relatively close distance to study this alternate version of himself by.]

"As for my stance on keeping supernatural beings as pets in general, that road is an incredibly dangerous one to trek. Demons are especially tricky business- though most have some form of human conscience, so morally, referring to one as a 'pet' has some... worrying implications." [Pines folded his hands behind his back once more, returning to a relatively neutral position where he stood.] "Though, based on your position as a monarch, I can assume that you don't quite take morality into account in most matters."

king-gleeful

Gleefuls eyes follow him as pines circles around him

Gleeful smirks

“I assure you my dear servant, William cipher, is perfectly well trained. He knows what happens if he doesn’t obey.”

“Sometimes morality is the price we pay for power.”

six-shooter

[Pines pauses at Gleeful's words.]

"... Cipher." [He repeats, his expression becoming unreadable. He honestly doesn't quite know how to respond to this information yet- he assumed that any version of Bill that exists would be just as wicked, manipulative and cunning. Either this was an expert game of deceit, or this version of Stanford was a lot more dangerous than he came off as.]

[Pines took a deep, sharp breath.]

"I can assure you that the Cipher I know isn't 'obedient' in the slightest." [Pines would reply, his expression hardening with memories of his time viewing that demon as a "muse".] "I can only assume that this is either a version of Bill that I have not encountered... or he is simply biding his time. He could be employing a different manipulation tactic before revealing his true colors." [Pines paused, his eyes narrowing once more.] "And trust me, those colors aren't pretty."

king-gleeful

Gleeful smirks

“William is a powerful deity, yes. But I supply him with food. And if he doesn’t obey.. well I think you can guess what happens.”

“I am a powerful king, my country fears me, and so does William.”

six-shooter

[Pines glares at Gleeful's smirk.]

"I am starting to understand why Stanley has always been so anti-authority." [Pines murmurs, his voice at a low grumble as his annoyance only continued to build on itself. He starts to pace once more, his posture stiff and his movements stiffer- this time not circling his counterpart, but remaining in front of him, beginning to wander about his lab as if searching for something.]

"Fear is a powerful thing, yes-" [Pines begins,] "But it doesn't buy respect. Respect is only received by those who give their own. It took me ages to learn that simply being better than my peers wouldn't grant me any sort of good graces among them... perhaps it would be wise for you to learn the same thing."

#Ooooh fascinating!#That's actually such a cool take on this AU- can't help but feel ever so slightly bad for Bill haha #If you don't mind me asking; is Bill still a threat in your AU? Or is he rendered relatively harmless by Stanford?#Because I'm honestly growing more interested by the second lmao

six-shooter

“Ah yet another version of myself. Sadly yet another.. poor one.”

@king-gleeful

[Stanford, or, for the sake of this particular roleplay, Pines, would jolt upright, having been previously occupied by studying a peculiar species of moss growing on a nearby tree. Upon recognizing his own voice, he would narrow his eyes, ever so slowly turning to face his... rather flamboyantly dressed counterpart.]

"... I assume that you got here via interdimensional wormhole?" [Pines replied, entirely glossing over the insult hurled his way as he took a cautious step forward. His six-fingered hands immediately found themselves clasped together behind his back- most definitely as a sort of learned defense mechanism from early life.] "I have to say, your wardrobe certainly seems..." [Pines would trail off for a moment, brown eyes roaming over Gleeful's attire with a somewhat judgemental scrutiny.] "... impractical. For dimensional travel, at least."

king-gleeful

Gleeful narrows his eyes

“My wardrobe is perfectly fine, and is fit for a king such as myself.”

He looks around the room

“You don’t Tidy up much do you? Perhaps you should invest in a pet demon. They’re quite obedient.”

Gleeful chuckled as he thought of William, he had been the one to teleport gleeful here.

six-shooter

[Pines furrowed his eyebrows, his expression turning to one of intense thought and equally intense annoyance.]

"A king, are you?" [Pines would ask, a six-fingered hand moving to stroke his chin as he stepped forward, slowly circling around this "king" as if studying a new kind of creature he hadn't yet encountered.] "I've encountered many dimensions in my travels that still use a monarchical system of government, but none that had apparently invested in 'pet demons'." [He would pause, as if thinking back to a deeply unpleasant time in his life.] "... well, there was one society I had encountered like that, but those 'pet demons' were often... untrained."

[Pines settled in front of Gleeful, standing about two to three feet away- a respectable, yet relatively close distance to study this alternate version of himself by.]

"As for my stance on keeping supernatural beings as pets in general, that road is an incredibly dangerous one to trek. Demons are especially tricky business- though most have some form of human conscience, so morally, referring to one as a 'pet' has some... worrying implications." [Pines folded his hands behind his back once more, returning to a relatively neutral position where he stood.] "Though, based on your position as a monarch, I can assume that you don't quite take morality into account in most matters."

king-gleeful

Gleefuls eyes follow him as pines circles around him

Gleeful smirks

“I assure you my dear servant, William cipher, is perfectly well trained. He knows what happens if he doesn’t obey.”

“Sometimes morality is the price we pay for power.”

six-shooter

[Pines pauses at Gleeful's words.]

"... Cipher." [He repeats, his expression becoming unreadable. He honestly doesn't quite know how to respond to this information yet- he assumed that any version of Bill that exists would be just as wicked, manipulative and cunning. Either this was an expert game of deceit, or this version of Stanford was a lot more dangerous than he came off as.]

[Pines took a deep, sharp breath.]

"I can assure you that the Cipher I know isn't 'obedient' in the slightest." [Pines would reply, his expression hardening with memories of his time viewing that demon as a "muse".] "I can only assume that this is either a version of Bill that I have not encountered... or he is simply biding his time. He could be employing a different manipulation tactic before revealing his true colors." [Pines paused, his eyes narrowing once more.] "And trust me, those colors aren't pretty."

hEllO fAtHer..

i misseD yOu..

DO yOu rEmEmBEr mE..?

— “sHiFty”

I've had time to mull over this "ask", and I have come to only two possibilities;

This "anon" is one of my relatives deciding to try and "troll me"

We are all in grave danger, as the shape-shifter has been let out of its cryogenic tube.

My great nephew told me that he had accidentally let it out, but he had frozen it once more after a near-death experience had with it. You are either an incredibly tone-deaf prank, or a sign that I may need to buy the brand of baked beans that you and F loved in bulk as bait...

Warning all readers,

Stanford Pines.

P.S: If you happen to notice any of your loved ones acting strangely, quarantine them IMMEDIATELY. They are not to be trusted if this creature truly has been released.

P.P.S: How on earth would this thing know how to use social medias...

#The Author Answers #gravity falls #gravity falls rp #gravity falls rp blog #gravity falls roleplay #roleplay blog #stanford pines #ford pines

six-shooter

“Ah yet another version of myself. Sadly yet another.. poor one.”

@king-gleeful

[Stanford, or, for the sake of this particular roleplay, Pines, would jolt upright, having been previously occupied by studying a peculiar species of moss growing on a nearby tree. Upon recognizing his own voice, he would narrow his eyes, ever so slowly turning to face his... rather flamboyantly dressed counterpart.]

"... I assume that you got here via interdimensional wormhole?" [Pines replied, entirely glossing over the insult hurled his way as he took a cautious step forward. His six-fingered hands immediately found themselves clasped together behind his back- most definitely as a sort of learned defense mechanism from early life.] "I have to say, your wardrobe certainly seems..." [Pines would trail off for a moment, brown eyes roaming over Gleeful's attire with a somewhat judgemental scrutiny.] "... impractical. For dimensional travel, at least."

king-gleeful

Gleeful narrows his eyes

“My wardrobe is perfectly fine, and is fit for a king such as myself.”

He looks around the room

“You don’t Tidy up much do you? Perhaps you should invest in a pet demon. They’re quite obedient.”

Gleeful chuckled as he thought of William, he had been the one to teleport gleeful here.

six-shooter

[Pines furrowed his eyebrows, his expression turning to one of intense thought and equally intense annoyance.]

"A king, are you?" [Pines would ask, a six-fingered hand moving to stroke his chin as he stepped forward, slowly circling around this "king" as if studying a new kind of creature he hadn't yet encountered.] "I've encountered many dimensions in my travels that still use a monarchical system of government, but none that had apparently invested in 'pet demons'." [He would pause, as if thinking back to a deeply unpleasant time in his life.] "... well, there was one society I had encountered like that, but those 'pet demons' were often... untrained."

[Pines settled in front of Gleeful, standing about two to three feet away- a respectable, yet relatively close distance to study this alternate version of himself by.]

"As for my stance on keeping supernatural beings as pets in general, that road is an incredibly dangerous one to trek. Demons are especially tricky business- though most have some form of human conscience, so morally, referring to one as a 'pet' has some... worrying implications." [Pines folded his hands behind his back once more, returning to a relatively neutral position where he stood.] "Though, based on your position as a monarch, I can assume that you don't quite take morality into account in most matters."

#Board The Stan O' War #king-gleeful #gravity falls #gravity falls rp #gravity falls rp blog #stanford pines #gravity falls roleplay #ford pines #roleplay blog #reverse falls

six-shooter

[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!]

ra5pberry-jam

[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#?

six-shooter

((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.]

#Board The Stan O' War #ra5pberry-jam #OOC: Ohhhoho I am SO excited to start placing together this guy's lore #OOC: ra5pberry you're an aspiring theorist's dream #gravity falls #gravity falls rp #gravity falls rp blog #stanford pines #gravity falls roleplay #ford pines #grunkle ford #the book of bill #roleplay blog

six-shooter

A moth lands on his hand..

@daughter-of-the-author

[Ford quiets for a moment, his eyes growing alight with interest as he notices the insectoid creature on his head. He slowly lifts his pen, gently nudging at the creature's many feet in invitation- he seems to be encouraging the bug to crawl onto his pen so that he could better examine the creature.]

"Well, hello there..." [Stanford murmurs, his tone uncharacteristically gentle. He always gets this way with bugs, especially moths, and this moth is absolutely no exception to the rule. Perhaps this could be a new specimen for his collection...?]

daughter-of-the-author

The moth squeaks and climbs up his pen a bit hesitant.

It’s strange moth and much more social than most

six-shooter

[Ford lets out an amused chuckle at this.]

"Well, aren't you fascinating..." [Ford strokes the creature from thorax to abdomen, admiring the unique patterns on its wings.] "I'll have to jot some things down, won't I?"

#Board The Stan O' War #daughter-of-the-author #OOC: Lol I get it! Cool stuff

OOC POST WARNING

Okay. So. There are countless Ford blogs on here. I kind of want to try and differentiate myself, but I do want to stick as close to canon Ford as possible- I've come up with an *incredibly* dumb idea to do as such.

This blog's ford belongs to dimension #50CK5-F. Quite literally EVERYTHING is the same except Ford has a secret appreciation for novelty/otherwise silly socks. Why? Because I think that would be fun, that's why. And I also have a fondness for novelty socks irl so like yeah

Thoughts?

Go through with it!! Fuck yeah!

What the hell man

FORD'S BUTTON

Voting ended onMay 15

#out of character #gravity falls #gravity falls rp blog #gravity falls au #roleplay account

cyanide-sippy-cup

For anybody not caught up: Tennessee just passed a new map that pretty much makes it so black neighborhoods have no power in local votes. Two things about this. While protestors were chanting "No Jim Crow", white Tennessee lawmakers were caught laughing on video. On top of this, Representative Justin Pearson and his brother KeShaun Pearson were arrested for trying to give their takes on the matter (which is not only their legal right but literally his job). If you give a shit about black people, help fight this. We can't allow a return to Jim Crow.

icemankazansky

Heyyy guess where I live

A local paper had some great photographs, all taken by Nicole Hester:

The day before, Rep. Justin Pearson tries to attend a Senate Committee meeting and is barred access by the Sergeant at Arms.

Lawmakers and protesters link arms as the descend the capitol steps.

Once inside the chamber, Democratic representatives continued to stand together with arms linked.

They continued standing together with arms linked as votes were cast.

Democratic representatives take a group photo protesting the redistricting.

Rep. Justin Jones burns a photo of the Confederate flag with the words, We will not go back.

And stomps the ashes.

KeShaun Pearson being escorted from the building by the Staties.

KeShaun Pearson (left) being taken into custody. Rep. Justin Pearson (right) showing his support of his brother.

Additional information: State lawmakers have been gunning for Pearson and Jones nearly their entire terms. Most notably, in 2023, the House expelled them for participating in a protest at the Capitol. Their districts had to have special elections to have them reinstated.

Pearson is one of the plaintiffs of a lawsuit seeking an injunction against the redistricting.

The city most affected by the redistricting is Memphis, where locals are fighting against xAI's data center, which has been operating with very little oversight and is poisoning the people who live there. Here is a previous post on that with more information and more sources.

sm64mario

Hey! Mario was just wondering. Could you'a put a vending machine here? In the middle of this crowded intersection?

boiling-with-rage

YES MARIO

#This is an OOC reblog #but I just wanted to say that I read that like a soldier to their sergeant and I have no other blogs than this one on my laptop #“YES CHEF” kind of reblog. 10/10 no notes from me

“Ah yet another version of myself. Sadly yet another.. poor one.”

@king-gleeful

[Stanford, or, for the sake of this particular roleplay, Pines, would jolt upright, having been previously occupied by studying a peculiar species of moss growing on a nearby tree. Upon recognizing his own voice, he would narrow his eyes, ever so slowly turning to face his... rather flamboyantly dressed counterpart.]

"... I assume that you got here via interdimensional wormhole?" [Pines replied, entirely glossing over the insult hurled his way as he took a cautious step forward. His six-fingered hands immediately found themselves clasped together behind his back- most definitely as a sort of learned defense mechanism from early life.] "I have to say, your wardrobe certainly seems..." [Pines would trail off for a moment, brown eyes roaming over Gleeful's attire with a somewhat judgemental scrutiny.] "... impractical. For dimensional travel, at least."

#Board The Stan O' War #king-gleeful #gravity falls #reverse falls #gravity falls rp blog #gravity falls rp #gravity falls roleplay #grunkle ford #stanford pines #ford pines

A moth lands on his hand..

@daughter-of-the-author

[Ford quiets for a moment, his eyes growing alight with interest as he notices the insectoid creature on his head. He slowly lifts his pen, gently nudging at the creature's many feet in invitation- he seems to be encouraging the bug to crawl onto his pen so that he could better examine the creature.]

"Well, hello there..." [Stanford murmurs, his tone uncharacteristically gentle. He always gets this way with bugs, especially moths, and this moth is absolutely no exception to the rule. Perhaps this could be a new specimen for his collection...?]

#Board The Stan O' War #daughter-of-the-author #gravity falls #gravity falls roleplay #gravity falls rp #gravity falls rp blog #stanford pines #grunkle ford #ford pines #OOC: Lol I think I'm collecting children at this point? Not complaining! I'm a sucker for found family #OOC: And just... regular degular fluffy family dynamics. Lovin' it

[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 50CK5-F#.

[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!]

#Board The Stan O' War #ra5pberry-jam #OOC: We speak not of the dimension retcon #gravity falls #gravity falls rp blog #gravity falls roleplay #gravity falls rp #grunkle ford #stanford pines #the book of bill

PUT ANOTHER TALLY ON THE SIXER BOARD!! YOU HAVIN’ FUN ON THE HELLSITE?

Another version of Bill... this is just as intriguing as it is dangerous. The Book Of Bill was one thing, but other versions of you bleeding into other dimensions is... greatly worrying. I am willing to try and give you the benefit of the doubt, however, I am going to remain cautious in any and all interactions with you. I will have to inform my family about this.

Note to self: Ask great niece to restock the shack's unicorn hair supply. Could never be too prepared.

Giving you an incredibly suspicious side-eye,

Stanford Pines.

P.S: If you so much as lay a finger on my family, I will not hesitate to blast you into the next few dimensions over. As Stanley would say; "Get bent".

P.P.S: If you just so happen to be slightly less malevolent than my Bill Cipher, then I suppose I apologize in advance. There. Now we have all of our bases covered.

#The Author Answers #boiling-with-rage #the book of bill #gravity falls #gravity falls rp blog #gravity falls rp #gravity falls roleplay #gf posting #stanford pines #OOC: Haha hey. Leans to the side. Whatsup #OOC: I'm likely going to take a bit of a break after this one #OOC: I need to keep up with my educational and social life #OOC: Anyhow! Enjoy!!! YAY!

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