"Alone, at the edge of a universe, humming a tune..." ••• (This is a RP blog centered around an AU version of Mullet Stanley which currently has no name, but takes place in a world where the portal never turned on, and Stanley did what ford asked. While Ford achieved his dream, Stanley dissappeared, along with the journal.)
If anyone's out there, on whatever stations this thing has-it looks like it only has one??- My name's......uh...
My names... Lee. Nothin more you gotta know than that. I've been sailing the mighty ocean for maybe... five or six years? I dunno, I lost my calendar last month. But anyways, that's not important.
I found this shabby old radio in my nets a few days ago, and shockingly, the old hunk of metal works! Never knew the atlantic had that sorta sea life. It kinda felt like finding treasure, just without the map or the pirates, or-!
Uh. Well. What was i saying...? Oh, right!
The purpose of this message is, well...nothing fancy. Guess ive...been getting kinda lonley out here, you know? I'm doing good, don't get me wrong! But, uhm. The fish don't make good conversation. And, uh. You can only talk to your reflection so many times before ya run outta stories, haha. Plus, can you imagine the shit this radios endured? It's insane it's still functional! Seems like some sorta sign.
I guess I'm just casting this message out to see if anyone's out there, if anyone wants to just chat, or something, like two old pals who have absolutely no idea who each other are. And hey, maybe we can exchange a few stories...? Or, or not- that's stupid. I'm loosin my marbles out here!
......
Oh, right, it's still on, uh... Well, fellow sailors or gorgeous women in my area, I hope the seas are treating you well! I gotta go prepare for the up and coming storm, but I'll leave this junk on, if anyone's listening. Cya for now!
....Oh, and, Six? if you're out there, i hope you're doin alright.
Moses, I hope this doesn't go wrong somehow..."
(ooc message under cut)
(OOC: Heya, @cheeseinthesea here, otherwise known as clover/cheese! I'm the clown running this whole circus! If you already read the description, you have some info already. But here's a bit more on this au/askblog if your curious:
In this AU, Stanley and ford still had their fight, but the portal was never activated. After the dust cleared, Stanley agreed to take the journal and leave after seeing how much this affected ford. He gave up his life to fix Fords, as he saw it. However, rather than burying Journal 1, he holds onto it and simply sails, believing nowhere he leaves it will be safe enough.(he wants to do something worth while.) He's ditched the life of crime in order to keep it safe, living off of fishing and the occasional pickpocketing in towns. He's presumed dead by most in this universe given his silence.
One morning, he fished up a radio from the sea. In this case, the people on the other end of the radio are asks! the radio is like...weird. you know. idk man if you want more specifics I can dive into it sometime
To be honest, I wasn't planning on making this a serious thing, but the idea plauged me, so here we are. A few base rules, though;
1. Again, this doesn't have to be serious! You can make asks as silly or as serious, complex or as simple as you want. You can be from any Fandom or no Fandom, you can give stanley stuff if you want, ect ect ect. Go wild! Hell, break onto his ship and give this horrid rat of a man a heart attack at age 36/silly. I dont have a plot or anything for this au, so like. genuienly fuck it we ball.(also, asks with images will just be like a photo appearing out of thin air. I thought too much in this.)
2. Pleasee.try to keep things appropriate. I am not comfortable with sexual topics or implications (jokes are fine but within reason. Be snart)
..that's all I can think of actually HFBHS. If you want to ask me specifically a question, address the question to Clover/Cheese and I'll respond in blue. Also, for the record, I.. I only got into gravity falls like. A month ago. Walks away sadly/lhj. So my interpretation of him may be a bit off, but that's why I wanted to start with an au rather than just a Canon interpretation in case they feed me to the wolves ,
(In character asks will be tagged with sailors-log! ooc stuff will just be clover-talks. I made this. Two days ago and have been working on it periodically.)
☆Bon Voyage!!!☆
(Also, go check out my main blog if you want! I post art. And talk a bit sometime!)
OOC: so uh. Yes but no. I completley forgot about answering stuff from this account HDBWHF
long story short my gravity falls fixation has gone a bit.er. dormant. Blame faith the unholy trinity and vampires smp that mixed with school and stress sorta killed me with. A hammer.
Not saying this account is dead or gone but I probably will be very slow or not answer much at all for a bit, just cause its pretty low on my list of Things and Priorities.
"Hi! It's me again. Uh, so, that wasn't my husband saying all those things to me. His 'muse' is possessing him. Like a demon. The demon has introduced himself to me as Bill and does not respond to threats so I guess I'm just stuck with this unnecessarily condescending piece of jaundice cosplay equipment for a while because I don't know how to get my husband out of what Bill calls the Mindscape. I'm very confused but also a little relieved, possibly, if that's an acceptable thing to feel because if it's not, I would greatly appreciate if you disregarded that. I have a weapon I might be able to use, but not without negatively impacting my husband. I fear my only hope might be to offer myself as a vessel, which I'll do if I must but... well, I'm not happy about that possibility. I'm not happy about any of this, really. I'm not happy about the burnout or the way I can't do anything except what I think will make others happy or the fact that I'm even like this in my nightmares or the whole demon in my husband's body thing or any of this. But if I can make it stop... he willingly let him into his mind. He'd get mad at me, wouldn't he... ugh! I'm sorry. I just... You're the first person to listen to me in a while and it sort of helps that you don't have a face as far as I'm concerned. The radio helps."
@ask-elizabeth-cortland
"No, no, its fine, ive got nothing better to do than liste-
...wait. bill. I....ive heard that before, I think.
Sorry if its me oversteppin by asking, but whats your husband's name..?
And look, whatever he got himself inta, you shouldn't sacrifice yourself for him. You said it yourself. He let that bill guy into his mind, and while, yeah, you guys should figure that whole thing out, you shouldn't HAVE to..sacrifice yourself for...someone you love, n all..."
"I would, but I'm not exactly the strongest kid out there. Especially not compared to the opponent..."
The kid was a bit quiet after that. The implications of his words weren't exactly great. But he seemed to try and ignore it and move on.
"Uh, do you have a favorite rock? Or a favorite color, if you don't know specific kinds of rocks."
-💫
"...ah. wish I could help ya out, kid. Dont get into fights you cant win.
hm...favorite rock. Anything with gold in it! haha, no, kidding. I'm not sure. I guess the geodes brought into the pawn shop were pretty sometimes... maybe the redish brown rocks in some of the valleys ive been through."
"WOAH. MAB- oh. Nevermind. Um. Hey. Greetings? Uh- who- who are you? How does one even speak through a radio..." The voice asked, low and curious as to whoever was on the other end.
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"Beats me. Trust me, me and many others are trying to figure out how the hell this is even possible.
“Hm. Sounds kinda…lonely. You…don’t have anyone else with you?
Your brother wasn’t a people person either, huh? Heh…still somehow manage to live up to my name even after changing it.
If you think karaoke sounds fun, then we have different definitions of the word ‘fun’. Don’t get me wrong, music is great, but I prefer it not to be sung at the top of one’s lungs and accompanied by deafening music and neon lights.
You’re right though, you never know when things will…change…
Oh. Uh- I hope I didn’t bring up any uncomfortable memories or anything-”
-⌛️
"...no one except the occasional visits an radio calls. Its fine. I like it this way. Its better for everyone.
...no, no its fine, I shouldn't be projectin on ya. Nothing you did. I can get why that might not be everyone's favorite thing, sounds pretty...exhausting? Fun, but yikes. Dunno if I could survive that after all these years, haha."
// dream sequence incoming if that's allowed, lol. No need to match length at all btw! just have fun :)
In the depths of unconsciousness, it was dark and void of feeling. Empty black stretched as far as they eye could see in all directions, leaving only echoing thoughts behind. Whatever was thought of here better not be important, though, as something— or rather— someone was watching. Waiting, even. For what?
After a few moments of hesitation, a blinding silhouette appeared. It was shaped like a triangle and had four limbs, each one notably having an arm/leg warmer on it. In a flash, the silhouette was then given form. An orange triangle with a brick pattern on the lower half wearing a bow tie with a scarlet heart and a round hat appeared before him.
She seemed almost... shocked at herself. The triangle glanced down at her form and then back at the stranger a few times over.
"Eh... hi?" She greeted. Her voice seemed distorted with a slight reverb, but she also sounded quite young. "I didn't mean to end up here, sorry. I was just exploring!" The triangular entity apologized. "I'm Valentine! Um... who are you?"
- @is-it-dead-or-alive
Usually, Stanleys dreams were quiet in the same way that an ocean is silent. His dreams were drowning, feeling his lungs catch on fire and his wrinkled fingers clinging onto leather.
Tonight, fallen asleep with a hand on a fizzy radio humming with noise, things were different. It wasn't often he knew he was dreaming, but- something about this just felt like it. Maybe it was the weird void and triangle. Okay, probably was that.
"....hello? You sound kinda familiar...
Eh, no problem. Nothin else here anyways, wherever this is, I guess.
...Lee. nice to meet ya, valentine. Haven't seen many triangles with limbs in my days, so thats a first."
"I do? Have we met?" Valentine's eye narrowed, but she didn't recall anyone who looked like him. The orange triangle simply shrugged it off soon after. "It's nice to meet you too!" She replied enthusiastically. "There's a lot of my kind back at home, but... I'm not sure where home is right now. I think I got lost?" She sounded... unsure, to say the least.
"...eh, its probably nothin. Just been hearing a lot about triangles latley.
Not really sure where "this" is myself. I remember i was out on deck, fishing, an..shit, did I fall asleep with a rod in my hand again??? Moses, thats the third time this month if so. urgh. Anyways, last thing I remember was falling asleep. Dunno how to help you out here, sorry."
[ the radio makes a horrible cracking sound and then static comes in waves through the speakers, almost like it's broken. there's a voice and it sounds strained, but it also sounds like they're speaking complete gibberish. it only clears up when the other side stops, now the voice being extremely clear. ]
“ DID'YA GET THAT? I REALLY HOPE YOU GOT THAT. ”
“ BIG THINGS'LL BE COMING YOUR AND YOUR FAMILY'S WAY WHEN I GET OUT OF HERE, PINES. FOR NOW, ALWAYS KEEP A LOOK OUT FOR TRIANGLES. MAYBE DRAW SOME YOURSELF, AND DON'T FORGET AN EYE IN THE MIDDLE. ”
[ the radio makes a sound as if a light popped and something broke, however everything works just as it did before. ]
"...what is it with you people- or whatever ya are- and triangles?? jeez. I dunno what you want from me or my family, but I can tell ya if you lay a HAND on em-
A high-pitched whir comes from the radio, like some futuristic technology turning on.
"...-hear anything. Hello?" A young man's voice is able to be heard, clearly excited. "Is anyone there?" "Careful, there could be anyone listening." The voice is replaced by an even younger voice—a child, even. Their voice is weary and low, however.
Another voice (how many of these guys are there?), a more androgynous and mature one this time. "Hello? Is there anyone there? This isn't a call for help, we're just testing this thing... I think it's working." "I thought you knew this slate like the back of your hand?" "Shut up, Time."
(@quartet-of-chaos)
"....Hello? Yeah, someones here. Your, uh... thing is working, I think, whatever it is. Radio or whatnot maybe? Nice to talk to you- three?"
"Somebody actually RESPONDED?!" The young man—Time, apparently—exclaimed. This time, however, his voice sounded... different. Like there was another one behind it.
"Calm down, calm down! Uh," the sound of shuffling could be heard as the child(?) took the device away, "hey, there. Nice to see it's working. It's more like four of us, but... yeah. Cool. May I... ask who's responding? Can't be too careful with anything nowadays." "You're so paranoid, dude..."
"Don't I know it." The kid responded, amused. "Lee, Lee... do any of us know a Lee?" "Not that I know of." "Nope."
"Huh. Strange. You don't think...?" A moment of silence. Someone cleared their throat.
"A- anyways," the androgynous voice came closer, "funny that you ask that, cause technically... we all share the same name. Link. But we gave each other nicknames. You can call me Guardian. The kid's called Mask, and the other two are Time and Dark Link. Dark for short."
"Same name, different names... Alright. Ive had my fair share of sharing names myself! Well, either way, nice to meet you all..? Guardian, Mask, Time, Dark...intresting names. No offense, obviously, just never heard em before."
The voice on the other side of the radio was quiet for a moment, but he seemed happy. If one had to guess, the kid probably didn't have many people that would just listen to him ramble on like that in his life. Reminiscent of a certain nerd Stanley used to know. But seems like this nerd didn't have the privilege of having a twin or something similar to listen to him.
"...I like you. You're nice. I thought you'd be... scarier."
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"heh. Well, thanks, nice to hear ive changed in that regard. You seem like a good kid. And if anyone tells ya otherwise, a good uppercut to the jaw is always an option...! kidding. Dont do that. I mean, you can, but you probably shouldn't."
A high-pitched voice crackles over the radio, oddly familiar but unique in its own way.
Boredly testing an attempt to communicate between dimensions, if you do not live in or do not recognize 46'\--I repeat, dimension forty-six, apostrophe, backslash, please leave a message at the suspiciously human-sounding beep. If not, speak anyway, I have absolutely nothing to do at the moment. Beep.
(@sixtysomethingtenyearold)
"Uh huh....more dimension stuff? Well, im here. Not much to do myself these days. You sound pretty young for someone testing communication across literal dimensions or whatnot, but hey, what do I know. Hell, its impressive. Er- what was i saying? Anyways, yeah. Im here."
I am not young! I'm ten! I mean sixty-four! Crap! Ignore all the words I've previously said, please.
You sound like an alternate version of my brother, are you Stanley? If so, hm, I was expecting a Stanford to have the resources necessary to receive this broadcast..
In any case, greetings, Stanley! Always nice to hear your voice, even though my version of you is just downstairs.
..Not sure what I planned to talk about..
What's your dimension like? Key life events for now, then we'll get to the fine details once we've established any glaring differences.
"...Stanford? Thought you sounded familiar, just...younger. by a lot. Dunno if I can beleive you being 64, but I can beleive you being Ford.
...just down stairs? hm.
.......oh, uh. I dunno. Its... its pretty normal last i checked? I live on a boat. And uh. Fish. Not much else intresting has happened, other than all this dimensional stuff and this weird radio... whats uh... how's things with you?"
You live on a boat? I see, so you're in one of the happier dimensions. I'm well, and I'm sure you and my alternate self are too! Curious that you haven't mentioned him, but, well..
Things are wonderful on my end. With downsides as you can likely tell, but all things considered (and having spoken to other Stanfords in considerably worse situations), I am fine. Just, er, smaller than usual. You'd certainly get a kick out of seeing my current state.
There's a shuffling noise, like he's getting up and walking around.
I can assure you that I am in fact sixty-four, remember when we tried to look for the fountain of youth as children and ended up finding Mrs. Crampelter's septic tank? Well.. sigh.
Well.. yes, but I have fallen victim to it by other means, and as a result I am ten.
I can't reach the microwave. I am in misery, Stanley, do those little microwavable bowls of macaroni and cheese exist in your dimension? Or is your timeline out of sync and happens to be before they were invented? In any case, I could subsist off of those. If I could reach the microwave to make them. Which I cannot.
You always cook, though, so it isn't as if I've been starving.
It's his turn to give a beat of silence, until he pipes up in a mumble that definitely feels more on-par for his age.
I caught a bug yesterday. It had two heads. That might count as two bugs depending on how you look at it. Have you.. caught any interesting fish?
There more hardly concealed laughter from the other end of the radio. When he speaks, he sounds like hes smiling.
"Well, well, well, would you look at whos the younger sibling now? Man, thats- sorry, you must be having a horrible time, but you cant deny its not a little funny. A tiny bit funny even. A small problem for you. Who knew the fountain of youth wasnt all it was cracked up to be? Also, I uh. Haven't found many bowls of microwaveable mac n cheese in my time. Ill keep an eye out for them.
...two headed bug? Huh. Twice the brain, good for them. Or half of it, if they both have half of one brain..??
...eh, not really. Ive seen a few weird things, but it might just be the sea playin tricks on me.
I did find a salmon with a few extra eyes the other day...looked like somethin you'd be interested in. With all your...anomaly-weird things-research an whatnot."
The bug was not smart, for the record, I'm surprised it survived as long as it did. It kept walking in circles. Anyway, it is dead now, and a salmon with extra eyes sounds very fascinating. Has the Stanford from your dimension told you of the seven-eyed oracle he's met, yet? Or- no- I forget not every Stanford's been through the portal!
Quite unfortunate events on my end.. but he researches anomalies, which is a good sign. I do that! The bug! I researched it so much that it died! Was I really this messed up as a child? I always imagined myself to be more innocent. Hm.
"Hm. Poor guy. Wait, the- the seven eyed what now?
....Hate to tell ya this, six, but i cant say that suprises me too much. Even if my memories kinda smudged nowadays, I do know that when somethin interested you, you'd be lookin at it and poking it for hours! Wasnt there that one time we found the sand crab with the extra legs..? Two extra, which gave it...12 legs! Yeah, i think. We gave the poor thing a heart attack, haha...!
Hey, you stressin out creatures was your thing, me stealin quarters from gumball machines was mine, we both had our, uh...as ma woulda put it, "quirks.""
Quirks, hm. Well, I'll have you know I've figured out how not to kill my specimens since Sandy. Though he was quite the crustacean.. A kindred spirit in his freakishness.
More shuffling, likely footsteps. Then the sound of bed springs and a tiny "ouf!"
I think the last thing I killed that wasn't on purpose was.. um, maybe a gnome? That was over thirty years ago. So I think I've gotten a lot better!
"Hi! It's me again. Uh, so, that wasn't my husband saying all those things to me. His 'muse' is possessing him. Like a demon. The demon has introduced himself to me as Bill and does not respond to threats so I guess I'm just stuck with this unnecessarily condescending piece of jaundice cosplay equipment for a while because I don't know how to get my husband out of what Bill calls the Mindscape. I'm very confused but also a little relieved, possibly, if that's an acceptable thing to feel because if it's not, I would greatly appreciate if you disregarded that. I have a weapon I might be able to use, but not without negatively impacting my husband. I fear my only hope might be to offer myself as a vessel, which I'll do if I must but... well, I'm not happy about that possibility. I'm not happy about any of this, really. I'm not happy about the burnout or the way I can't do anything except what I think will make others happy or the fact that I'm even like this in my nightmares or the whole demon in my husband's body thing or any of this. But if I can make it stop... he willingly let him into his mind. He'd get mad at me, wouldn't he... ugh! I'm sorry. I just... You're the first person to listen to me in a while and it sort of helps that you don't have a face as far as I'm concerned. The radio helps."
@ask-elizabeth-cortland
"No, no, its fine, ive got nothing better to do than liste-
...wait. bill. I....ive heard that before, I think.
Sorry if its me oversteppin by asking, but whats your husband's name..?
And look, whatever he got himself inta, you shouldn't sacrifice yourself for him. You said it yourself. He let that bill guy into his mind, and while, yeah, you guys should figure that whole thing out, you shouldn't HAVE to..sacrifice yourself for...someone you love, n all..."
The voice on the other side of the radio chattered on for quite a while, the topics he spoke of constantly shifting through random connections he'd made. It started with bioluminescence in fish, which turned into something about the science of things that glowed in the dark in nature, and somehow that turned into geology through some glowing rocks. But he seemed to realize his rambling eventually and cut himself off.
"Oh, sorry! I didn't realize I was talking for so long!"
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He had hardly noticed. He only listened, hands drumming on the table idly.
"Oh, right, no, no- you're fine. I like listenein now a days. Makes the long days intrestin. Dont wanna take up your time, but if you ever wanna ramble, im the guy! Haha."
Howdy there, fella! Fiddleford McGucket speakin’ We received yer call earlier, seems like it got lost somewhere… (somehow).
But, we’re ‘ere! For ya ta call! (No, Stanferd, I ain’t puttin’ the phone down. He seems very nice.)
[ @doublefords ]
(ooc: when replying to your ask, i accidentally deleted my post… and then i couldnt find it. Sorry!)
"...fiddle...ford? Whatta name. Well, nice to meet y....did you say...eeer, sorry. Im hearing things these days at sea, hahaha. Well, whatever. How's things going for you, stranger- Fiddleford, not stranger, unless you count name to name as still being stranger. I dunno."
There was a mild cough, then a short pause before the voice on the other end continued.
"Huh. I wonder what this radio even reaches, what do you think?" A muffled voice replied to the main one, but it was unintelligible. "...maybe. I'm sure I can figure out how to turn it on.... Eventually. I'll meet you downstairs soon, I just want to try something."
Then, a long pause.
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Shuffling.
"Er- hello..! Hi. Sorry, was lookin at something. Yeah, whatever your using's working. Weird radio, I gotta figure out how this thing works sometime. But anyways- hi, hey, hello."
