#dr pine

[aroace-get-out-of-my-face]

Dr Conifer Pine and Dr Murray Birch

Don’t be fooled, they are very different

Or, it was FINALLY TIME for me to make a ref sheet

[stoicjewel]

He then proceeds to hunt his ass down

@tinfoil-jones @aroace-get-out-of-my-face @nowimjustastranger

[tinfoil-jones]

Somebody to Call My Own: Self-Love

Watchdog Ford isn't exactly known for kindness towards his alternate selves. Most times it's justified, sometimes it's a projection of his own self loathing. He is quite literally beating himself up or killing himself.

But that's only one aspect from Dimension 419"3's Ford Pines. Just like Canon Ford and the rest of the Fords scattered to the multiverse, he is an individual with many faces, and holds various relationships close.

It's ironic, really, that someone who struggles with hating himself finds some of his closest friendships with other versions of himself

[Art by @canadianno-gravityfalls]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TIBBY!!!

@nowimjustastranger

[Explanations and unobstructed image under the cut]

The first panel is Watchdog Ford and Jerk Ford, who's one of his more controversial counterparts. One thing they have in common is just how much disdain the Fordverse at large holds for them.

Jerk Ford does not share Watchdog's self-loathing trait, at least not internally. He's always believed his own hype, more self actualized than you'd expect from a man who gets banned from every dimension he steps foot in.

While their relationship is often joked about as borderline parasitic toxic, they truly do care for each other. Despite Jerk's constant bitching about Watchdog being an emo, he's one of the few people who never saw Watchdog as his persona.

In the upper right corner, two Common Blue Violets cradle the corner and represent Jerk Ford.

Fun fact: Jerk Ford refuses to call him 'Watchdog' to his face, only using the name when talking about him to others. Jerk calls him 'Watch', or an insulting nickname about his edginess.

The second panel snaps a selfie of Anti Ford and Watchdog, much to Watchdog's reluctant amusement. Another controversial version of Stanford Pines, Anti Ford is disliked for two reasons,

He's from the Anti Dimension

And he's Cringe.

The Anti Dimension exists to be the equal and opposite to what is 'prime' (which is the canon Gravity Falls / Dimension 46'\). Meaning all people from this dimension are meant to be the opposition of all of their alts. For this reason, Anti-Versions feel inherently 'wrong' to all of their alts, making trust and positive relationships difficult.

Given how Watchdog feels about most of his alts, he's more at ease with someone as far removed from the "mold" of Stanford Pines as possible. Because of Watchdog's reputation as 'The Ford Punisher', Anti Ford, a top contender for being The Worst Ford, was terrified of him in the beginning.

Anti Ford and Watchdog have learned to appreciate one another for their differences instead of letting reputations cloud their opinions.

Bordering them, Sunflowers that represent Watchdog himself bloom, and pressed into the wall behind them, Twinflowers, a nod at Anti Ford.

Fun Fact: Anti Ford uses different hashtags on his streams to identify when friends are there with him. The tag designated for Watchdog is #DawgofWar

The third panel shows Watchdog with Dr Pine from @aroace-get-out-of-my-face's AU, Multiverse Time with Dr Pine. Dr Pine is yet another Ford variant that doesn't fit the mold of the man. And Dr Pine is a puppet!

Where Watchdog shuts most people out, Dr Pine is openly gentle and supportive, owed to his experience working a children's show.

Watchdog's relationship is much more familial in comparison to the other two represented in this comic. Dr Pine fills in a surprisingly paternal role for Watchdog.

Watchdog hated his father, who was emotionally abusive to him and physically abusive to his twin. Watchdog even killed him years ago once he found evidence of the abuse.

But Dr Pine doesn't see an angry, violent sociopath, he sees someone hurt deep down, but whose love for his late brother is strong enough to power a need to save as many versions of him as possible from similar fates.

Watchdog doesnt see Dr Pine as just a walking stuffed animal. Watchdog sees a person who's been through the (sometimes literal) wringer and still chooses kindness.

Someone worth looking up to, even though he's only three feet tall.

Growing across the left corner are White Magnolias for Dr Pine.

Fun Fact: Watchdog is not the same age as Canon Ford. He's ten years older, just like Anti Ford. Dr Pine - along with Jerk Ford and most of the Fordverse - is a whole decade younger.

Throughout the piece Copper (Canadianno) makes several references to twins. From the twin moons, the flowers coming in sets of two, and the Gemini constellation, Twins are a supportive theme, and not just for the Stan Twins; Tibby is also a twin.

Watchdog's helmet is another repeated theme. Watchdog keeps it close, tucked under his arm or within reach. Despite it's presence in all three scenes, Watchdog doesn't wear it.

Because with with, he is comfortable being himself, who he is, Stanford Pines, the man under the helmet.

[liz-the-box]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY @aroace-get-out-of-my-face!!!!!!

THIS IS SO LATE IN THE DAY BUT I DON'T CARE!!!!!!

you have been a wonderful mutual and freind for about a year now HAPPY TO GETTING OLDER!!!!!!

[acesartscape]

This animatic idea was inspired by the book of bill. In this animatic, Stanford is watching a rerun that he taped of science time with dr pines for comfort… only to find that bill had tampered with it, taking away his only comfort to further torture him

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Gift for @aroace-get-out-of-my-face

[maridrawss]

Shows up randomly

Do not mind me, I am merely a random guy posting my vault.

Disappears again

@aroace-get-out-of-my-face @tinfoil-jones (the mastermind btw) @nowimjustastranger

[nowimjustastranger]

I have had the worst time trying to focus at work thanks to your mysterycount ship. So you know what? Here you go. I have no idea if I'll finish this, and I have no clue what to do with it. Nobody tell my boss I was hiding in an aisle staring at toothpaste writing puppet ships instead of focusing on my job.

You!" Ervin far too harshly. But he was met with an infernal grin (the same one haunting his dreams, the same one that stained his eyelids every time he blinked). "You have something that belongs to me."

"Do I?"

Ervin spluttered for a moment before pointing at the bracelet adorning Pal's wrist.

"Oh this?" He laughed and it was rough and tickled at Ervins senses. "Nah, this was just a lil' something I picked up."

"You stole it!"

"That's a hefty accusation," Pal smirked, "but I don't think this," he held up his arm and twisted it, "is what you're actually mad about. No, I think you're mad because I took something else."

Ervin wasn't blushing. He was absolutely not thinking anything other than getting back his bracelet. Very pure thoughts up there indeed. His mind was a steel trap, solely focused on that bracelet.

"Tell ya what, since yer cute I'll buy you a drink."

"Oh really?" Ervin said rolling his eyes, "And with who's money?"

Pal flashed him a wicked grin full of promise and something else, "oh it's all on you dollface."

"You…you can't call me that!" His voice was a near shrill squeak that could have shattered the windows.

"But I can steal your wallet? Good to know."

CACKLING

Yessssss MysteryCount my beloved! I really do need to write more for them 😩

Also, Ervin being susceptible to Pal's rizz is hilarious to me, I adore it! And Pal just straight-up teasing Ervin when confronted had me giggling. Pal telling Ervin that the stolen bracelet is "just something he picked up" is EVIL in the best way (Murray is either a horrible or great influence depending on who you ask lol).

What was this "something else" that you took Pal, huh? Ervin's sanity? His ability to string together a coherent sentence? His heart? All of the above? Regardless, they are adorable and I and here for any and all morsels thrown my way.

Thank you so much for writing this 🥺 here's a small snippet for you!

“No. No. Definitely not! Nope.” Pal listed off in quick succession as he pulled various shirts out of his closet only to toss them over his shoulder when they didn't make the cut. Three quarters of his wardrobe was already on the floor behind him, his desperation to find something acceptable to wear growing as the clothes in his closet rapidly dwindled.

“Ah-hah! Perfect!” Pal announced triumphantly as he held a patterned button-up aloft, practically skipping over to his full-length mirror –carefully picking his way through the sea of clothes that littered the floor– in order to hold the shirt in front of his torso. The pale pink and white shirt complimented his green fur, though the patterns on his shirt would make it the center of attention.

Pal excitedly shrugged out of his plain orange t-shirt and shrugged into the button-up, fingers deftly fiddling with the small buttons. With his top taken care of, he turned his attention to the dresser, rummaging through it for a pair of tan khakis. Once he’d found and donned his chosen pants, he went back to the closet to peruse his not insignificant collection of fanny packs.

Maybe white? Or tan! Green?

“Gosh, who knew being back in the dating scene would be this hard?” Pal sighed, cupping his face with his hand as he tilted his head, struggling to make a decision. Perhaps he needed a second opinion? Conifer and Murray were downstairs last Pal checked, though they were both occupied with their own respective activities.

Surely they could spare five minutes to help him get ready for his first date in… wow. It’d been a while since he’d left the house for anything other than an outing with Mabel and Dipper. His last serious relationship had been back in highschool. And, understandably, romance was the last thing on his mind after he lost Conifer to the portal.

Suddenly, he was seized with the urge to see Conifer home and safe, which spurred him to snatch the white fanny pack, clipping it around his waist as he hurried out of the room. He jogged down the hall and turned the corner to head down the staircase that would bring him to the ground floor only to collide with Murray, sending them both down the steps and into a pile of limbs once they reached the bottom.

“Sorry Murray!” Pal laughed from his sprawled position below the older puppet, who was looking more annoyed than usual as he rolled off of Pal and stood. Murray fussily brushed himself off with some muttered insults and complaints that lacked any real heat, the older puppet looking away as he grumpily offered Pal a hand up.

“You don’t sound or look sorry.” Murray said blandly as Pal accepted the help with a huge smile, getting his feet under him. As soon as he was upright, his grip on Murray’s hand tightened so he could use their clasped hands to drag the older puppet into a crushing hug, eliciting a startled sound from Murray that was followed by hissed protests that Pal blatantly ignored.

“Murray? What are you yelling about–” Conifer asked as he poked his head out of the living room, cutting himself off when the answer to his question became apparent. Conifer’s face immediately lit up and he all but scrambled out of the living room to join them at the bottom of the staircase. Conifer circled Pal with visible enthusiasm, taking him in before coming to a stop beside him.

“Pal, you look amazing!” Conifer exclaimed, clapping his hands, and Pal couldn’t help but match his excitement. And now that Pal had eyes on his brother, relief washed through him, the fear of finding an empty and quiet house steadily easing the longer he basked in Conifer and Murray’s presence.

“Aw, stop! I just threw something together.” Pal drawled, his smile turning sheepish.

“Put. Me. Down!” Murray demanded with all the vitriol of a disgruntled cat, squirming in a futile attempt to free himself.

[kaykayjay2]

@aroace-get-out-of-my-face ‘s dr pine. In Minecraft :)