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King Boo can’t help himself.
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So I'm new to tumblr but not to composing, here's a song I made a while back inspired by toby fox, kettlemug (youtube), and some random japanese melody I heard once
Ouuuugggghhh @burntbrownsugar 's Villain Stone my favorite thing in the world...
I call the first one "the fallen zealot" but I did NOT like the background I made so... Multiple versions. The last one's just silly but Stone should be allowed to be a little bit of a bitch. He's earned it.
Bonus my girlfailure concept under the cut I just did not have it in me to get it right 😭 maybe one day
Womp womp:[
Levels of shipping Agent Stone and Robotnik through the movies:
Sonic 1
Sonic 2
Sonic 3
I did it guys! It took me nine hours but I did it! I’ve been waiting and now I finally get the chance:
to @ every single one of the creators because they’re on tumblr too òvó
Here’s how it looks on my device btw
@sparrow-the-tired-lesbian
@sevi007
@technically-human
@panic-flavored
I can’t remember which fanfic belongs to which fanfic account uh uhhh
I’m sure I’ll find them and bother them eventually
His eyes are so sparkly I can't shjdalkhdhlkas this looks perfect!!
do u have any stobotnik fic's you'd recommend? I feel like you would have amazing recs
Ahh, I went to check my bookmarks. Turns out I have 117 stobotnik fics there, so... too many. Here's a selection though!
Obviously Coffee and Mayhem. If this ship has a classic, it's this one! Unlike most fandom classics, though, this one is not sad as hell, so that's great! I read it in three days and I'm constantly waiting for more.
There's also the For Science! series. This one has a lot of smut, so be warned. Three fics, each one taking place during one of the movies. It is very sweet.
Laws of Motion is perfect. I want twenty more just like this one. Stone is kidnapped and Eggman goes detective mode. Cue rescue.
You've got to be kidding me? not gonna lie, mostly Stone whump. But there's comfort so fear not! Walters puts a shock collar on Stone to force him to spy on Robotnik. Stone's solution is to avoid the Dcotor. Yeah.
There's also What's an emerald but a precious stone? in which Robotnik has to save Stone from the wreckage of the giant robot at the end of the second movie!
(I think I'm seeing a pattern here. Huh. Sorry, Stone)
Aaaand A sign that you're important Robotnik is deaf. Goes through pre, during and post canon.
Like I said, I actually have a lot of bookmarked fics, this fandom is full of great stories! These are just some of them!
how it feels to have no social media presence as an artist
NOTICE: As more and more fanfic writers are using generative AI for their works (you uncreative dweebs), I hereby swear on everything I hold dear that I have not and will NEVER use generative AI in ANY of my written work. Everything I post will be organically and creatively my own.
My drawings as well.
It's made it to 8k... Yaaaaaay 👍
Ok, but like, what if there was an AU where Stan died when Ford shot him with the memory gun. Maybe deleting his entire mind caused fatal brain damage and he died. But he still doesn't remember anything. His spirit has no memory of who he is or about anything. So the Axolotl picked him up, a brave and lost soul, and made him the spirit guardian of Gravity Falls, making sure he keeps evil away from the town. For some reason he's very attached to that cabin just outside of the small town and the people and the kids who regularly go there, especially to the old man who looks almost exactly like him, save from the extra fingers.
Maybe the Mystery Shack still runs under Soos' care, because that's something Stan worked for his whole life. Closing it and basically ruining everything Stan worked for for 30 years... Didn't sit right with anyone. Maybe Ford goes on boat sailing alone, on the Stan o' War II, as a way of honoring Stan and their equally dead dream to sail the world together. That's why everything happened in the first place, didn't it? The kids when they go back home have to explain to their family, to their parents and grandpa Shermie, that "Grunkle Stan had a stroke and died" (this came out funnier than intended).
Maybe next summer happens. To spend time together and create happy memories. Because that's what Stan would want. They all go to visit Stan's grave, and Stan stares at them. Because he knows them, he knows he knows them, but he can't remember how or when.
Anyway, @babyblankyerror I think you'll like it. :)
Oh no now youve got me started. You know what’s WORSE?
If Ford doesn't leave to sail around the world alone. If, when Dipper and Mabel go back to California, dead eyed and changed, in a way children aren't usually, they're parents ask them "How was your Great Uncle Stanford?"
And they kids say he was fine. They had fun. They'd like to do it again next summer.
Because Stanley is dead. Has been dead for thirty years.
They buried a dead man. A twice dead man. That summer, all they did was finally put to rest the body whose name is carved on that gravestone, in that sequestered, forgotten cemetery.
Because it was Stanley who is dead. Stanford has been living in Gravity Falls for years now, right?
The townfolk are a little confused, when Stan retires abruptly from the Mystery Shack business. The Shack is still running, but now it's Soos who dons the suit, and an old, beat up fez.
They don't see Stan all that often anymore.
And Ford? Didn't he get everything he wanted? His house back, his name back? He's back in his home dimension, Bill has been defeated, the kids are safe, is this not everything he wanted?
Or does he want more? Did he realize, just for a moment, that he could have had a brother.
Stanford Pines sits on the couch on his own back porch and stares at the memory gun in his hands. It doesn't work anymore, he's made sure of it, but still he holds it. He wonders, in those last few moments when Ford was a twin, instead of just a man, he wonders if his brother ever saw him raise the gun at all.
He wonders, as he spins the vial that contains the memories of a life erased in his six fingers.
Ford having Stan's memory vial is actually genius, pure potent angst potential in a single bottle, he can look at anything and everything about Stan's life. Maybe at first he doesnt out of respect for his brother, but that man is a curious motherfucker so ofc he watches it anyway He has fun watching the niblings' summer antics through his eyes, and the sleepless nights he spent working on the portal trying to get him back. He learns about the brutal time he spent on the street, starving, cold, and stripped of all his dignity, all the shit he had to go through just to survive another day. And then he finally sees the truth of the Science fair incident himself. Suddenly, his life after that moment seemed so pointless. He spent his years trying to make history, cementing his existence beyond his six-finger defect, when he already had unconditional love at the palm of his hands, and he took it for granted, threw it away and smashed it to bits.
Oh man. What i am about to type is completely your fault. Get ready.
It takes Ford a long time to look through Stan's memories.
It's after the world has been torn apart, reshaped, and tied back together with a piece missing. It's after the summer, the funeral-this time with a couple more people in attendance, and two less- the kids have gone home, loaded back onto the bus with emptier eyes and shoulders dragged further to the earth. It's a solemn couple of months, but Ford does what he's always done.
The portal has prepared him for this. He keeps going.
He doesn't ask himself what he keeps going for.
It takes a long time for him to decide to watch Stan's memories. At first, the idea itself disgusts him. The invasion of privacy, but worse, the lingering sense that he doesn't deserve to know.
He never asked. He had days, weeks between the time when he was back, and when the sky tore itself apart, weeks to actually ask. But he didn't. And now all Ford has left is a glass vial, smooth and cool under his fingers, uncomforting and distant as his brother was.
Ford slots the vial into the machine, and sits.
He's invited no one else to watch these with him. He feels bad about that fact for a moment, until the video actually starts playing.
The memories are in reverse, and the first thing Ford sees, the last thing Stan ever saw, was Bill.
Cackling, grinning, and moving towards him and even in the memory Ford can hear the alarmed, scared noise his brother made.
Ford shuts the video off there, 10 seconds in, and has to go outside to breathe again.
He gets through it. He keeps going, like he was prepared to.
The last memories of Stan fly by. The machine doesn't seem to capture everything, sometimes the video stops and stutters and jumps like an old VCR because there's simply too many memories crammed into that little vial. There's a life in there, and its never how the gun was supposed to be used.
Mcgucket had dozens of vials. Labeled and dated (ever the scientist, even out of his mind he would label things) but for Stanley, there is only one.
There's no need to label it. Ford would never set it down.
The memories jump, cut around like a stuttering movie. The end of the world is a clear progression, the memory itself sharp and crystal, but as the memories go backwards, everything gets fuzzier.
Ford sees the children during the summer, and every once in a while he sees himself, and isn't that a strange feeling? To see his own silhouette, to see the shape of his out face, the scowl that was clear as day everytime he looked at his brother.
One of the memories jumped over is that of his actual return. He knows it happened, at some point, but suddenly the memories show the kids coming off the bus for the first time and Ford realizes that he didn't notice. He doesn't know exactly, from this jump cut, when it was that he returned.
These memories, from before the children came for the summer, before Ford returned, feel invasive, but still Ford watches.
These memories are faster, the jumps in between longer, and it gets Ford that he'll never actually know everything. He will watch what he can, but he'll never get the full picture of Stan's life, because he wasn't in it.
Ford sees thirty years blink by in less than an hour.
At some point in the rewind, the quality of the video takes the sharpest decrease yet. When no amount of toying with the screen, or the vial works, Ford is forced to simply watch through the memories the way they are, fuzzy and a little blurrier than is tolerable.
It takes Ford an embarrassingly long time to realize that the memories have gotten fuzzier not because of distortion of the vial or screen, but because at this point, Stanley didn't have glasses.
He didn't have glasses. He couldn't see all that well.
Ford doesn't take a break, determined to see the whole thing through, but his voice does fill with saliva like he's going to throw up, the realization heavy and rotting in his gut.
The rest of the memories are blurry, but still Ford watches them.
There is a jumble of quick, fleeting stuttering glances of memories. They are too fast to see individually, unless one pauses the tape, which Ford does.
They are Stan at 31, 30, younger and simultaneously older than Ford ever got to see, an age after the portal, not long after.
These memories are of sleepless nights. Cold stone and cement of the basement, the portal, looming and terrifying and broken, as as the time reverses, as the tapes play, Ford wishes he could pull his brother back upstairs, board up the lab completely, because this, this is desperation.
It's hard to watch. All of it is, but the moments where Stan is plagued by infection, then fever, and then, finally, Ford knows what it was that caused it. The brand.
He has to swallow back bile. He'd forgotten about it.
He watches still. The thirty years blink by in less than an hour, and soon the memories flutter back to something Ford remembers.
In contrast, despite the fuzzy screen, this memory is clear.
That day Stan had arrived in Gravity Falls. The day Ford fell into the portal.
Without his input, Ford stands a little closer to the screen.
Watching the moment again, seeing himself when he opened that door, scares him. He doesn't look like himself-didn't. With a crossbow and a manic look, Ford doesn't remember the things he even said.
Stanley does, and Ford sits back on his haunches stunned and silent, as he hears the words spit out of his own mouth thirty years ago.
The words are clear, even if his own face in these memories is blurry. Stan really couldn't see all that well.
For a moment, Ford wishes, desperately, that this time, Stan will take the journal and leave. Get back into his car and go, far away, back to wherever it was that he was staying before Ford called him and live, get away from the dangers Ford brought to him.
But Stan doesn't, and they fight, and the scream that Stan lets out as he gets branded is a reminder Ford doesn't need, doesn't want. But its one he deserves.
Ford is lifted up, into the portal, screaming and terrified, and the light goes out.
Its so dark that for a moment, Ford is gripped by fear, terrified that the memories have stopped completely, that the memory gun has recorded no more.
There is a flutter, and the memories roll on.
This time they are faster, and each one flits by shorter and shorter. They are the years before, when Ford was getting his degrees and excited for new discoveries.
Ford reaches to pause the tape, so he can get a glimpse of whatever is happening, before there is a loud Crack from the screen. It's within a memory.
Someone has just broken Stanley's kneecap.
It's a memory from the ten years, and someone has just broken Stanley's kneecap. With a crowbar, it looks like.
Horror is not the right word to describe the emotion that hits Ford like a sledgehammer. Horror is not right. This is terror, plain and simple, and sickness.
The memories flick by. This time, what is clear, what is preserved by this vial, is pain. Fights, injuries, times when the word "fight" doesn't apply, because all that actually happened was Stan being attacked. Drugs and alcohol flicker across the screen, gambling, winning money and losing it, good deals morphing into bad ones-and isn't that familiar, except Stanley didn't have a brother to save him from his bad mistakes- sleeping on motel beds, sleeping in his car, Stan, sleeping curled up on a freezing sidewalk, back to the car again. Years, a decade of this, flickers by in a moment and Ford cannot move.
It ends, finally, with a door. A familiar one, shut in Stanley's face, and Ford knows this door, grew up opening it, because it was never closed to him, not like this.
Ford pauses the memories.
He is shaky, when he stands.
It's been hours since he started watching, but he knows, without a doubt, that he will not be able to sleep without finishing all of the memories, even so.
Ford walks into the mystery shack, and lets his eyes rest on meaningless, meaningful trinkets and bobbles and little things that Stan had. Ford makes himself travel, like a ghost, through the house that Stan truly made, and remind himself that in the end, Stan made it to a place where he was, at the very least, safe.
Ford doesn't go into Stan's bedroom. The room feels sacred, and small, and Ford simply stares at the bed, crumpled blankets and orthopedic back pillow and all, and tries to remind himself that, at least for some time, Stan slept in a place that was warm.
It isn't much comfort, but Ford clings to it anyway.
He walks back to the memories like a zombie, sits in front of the screen, and presses play.
He watches Stanley get kicked out again.
He watches his father lift him by his shirt, yelling and shaking and blurry, and watches Stan get thrown backwards onto hard cement.
He flinches when he sees his own face. Tear streaked and forlorn and angry, as he shuts the curtains.
The person-the child, they were both children, didn't know what Stan was going to do. Going to live through, but even still Ford can't stand to see his own face.
The memories roll back.
The science fair.
Ford would be lying, to himself most of all, if he said that part of him was not still hurt by what happened at the science fair.
He remembers it himself, the pride turned to humiliation, the hurt spiraling into rage. There are lots of things he would change, even more added on with knowledge of what was to come, but even still, the science fair hurts. Continues to linger. A betrayal.
As he watches Stan, young and naive and a child, still a child, hit the table, and then frantically try to put it all back together again, Ford stops.
He has to lunge, quickly and savagely like an animal, to reach a trash can in time.
He doesn't vomit, because he's eaten nothing but nutrient pills for months now, but he does dry heave into the can, sick and with his insides rolling.
It was an accident.
Ford watches from where he fell, as the memories continue to roll, the terrified mumbling Stan makes as he frantically shambles the project back together, terrified and guilty. He watches Stan plug everything back, and then has to heave again when everything works, when the machine moves again and Stan lets out a small, punched out breath of relief.
Stan leaves the autotorium, and the perpetual motion machine swings and rotates and does all the things it was supposed to.
It's hear, kneeling over his trash can and weak limbed, that Ford starts to cry.
Tears bubble up uncontrollably, loud sobbing and still, again the dry heaving until Ford is a horrible mess on the ground.
It was an accident, it wasn't a betrayal.
He had believed, rationalized, that Stan had broken the machine on purpose, covered it up, and allowed him to go to the science fair unaware, let him be humiliated, all in-what? Revenge for being better? To keep him in New Jersey with him?
It all didn't make sense. Never, made sense, if Ford had ever truly thought about it.
But he believed, Sweet Moses he had believed, for years, for his entire life, that Stanley had done it all on purpose. That Stanley had a moment of hatred for him, for what he was becoming, and that, although he regretted it later, Stan had truly broken Ford's project on purpose, aware of every consequence.
That's not what happened.
It was an accident. And suddenly, it makes sense. The guilty nature, the frantic, pleading eyes weren't a disguise, weren't a ruse, that wasn't a lie. Stan wasn't trying to weasel his way out of punishment, he had genuinely believed that the machine was working, and it was.
The machine was working when he left it.
Another wave of rotting despair rolls through Ford.
It'd been an accident. Stanley had never done it on purpose. He'd made a mistake, a bad one, and he should have told Ford, should have, but it was never a purposeful thing. He tried, Stan tried, and its like the wedge that was forced, that Ford had forced to rationalize why his brother would do such a thing has been completely burned away.
His brother had always tried. Even in the time that Ford had thought was an exception, Stanley's true nature shining through, that had been an accident.
Ford looks up, slowly, at the tape of memories still rolling.
The light is bright, and warm, and while it's fuzzy, and from a distance, he can still make out the quiet, soft memory that's playing.
It's the two of them, on the Stan O War. Young and smiling and together, laughing and playing without a care in the world.
The sun is shining in that memory, and Ford can hear himself, the youngest version of himself, shouting back. Come on Stanley! He says. And Stan follows.
The reel of videos ends there. The vial shown all that it has to show, the memories spoken bare out into the silence of the room. The screen goes dark, a life lived in reverse.
And Ford sobs.
Stan and Ford never stop playing the game of tag they started when they were still little kids.
So what if Stan got kicked out and Ford doesn’t want to see him anymore?
He can still sneak into Ford’s dorm at night, tap him and leave a post-it note on his face saying “Tag, you’re it!”
So what if Stan is currently staying in Colombian prison?
Ford can still break in during spring break and tag Stan before escaping. Stan escaping in the process was an unintended consequence.
Ford gives a big speech at his graduation?
Well, perfect opportunity to tag him while he’s distracted. The proud tears in Stan's eyes are just for show so he fits in better with the crowd.
Stan gets captured and trapped in a trunk?
What better way to tag him than when he’s all tied up. Helping him to a safe place, tending to his wounds and watching over him while he sleeps is just a way to keep the game fair. And Ford dropping his new home adress before he leaves? Purely an accident.
Stan arrives in Gravity Falls, but doesn’t immediately tag Ford. He claims he’s waiting for a good opportunity. Ford responds that he’ll just have to keep a close eye on Stan in the meantime.
It takes a long long time for Stan to finally tag Ford again, but when he does, he escapes no further than his room in the Shack.
banjo time!!
I have a certain amount of arts, so I will gradually post them! and sorry if my english bad haha..
Mornin', stanford
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