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I wrangle another one out of the WIP pit.

Through pettiness and sheer spite,

Stanley Pines stayed in school.

Chapter 1

Nobody thought he would succeed at anything. Everyone thought he was a clown that was fated to be stuck here forever. Everyone thought he was a loser who gave up when the hands that always helped him turned him away. Everyone thought he couldn't even survive high school.

Why let them be right?

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GUESS WHO

Through pettiness and sheer spite,

Stanley Pines stayed in school.

Chapter 2

“Why are you here, Pines?” Mr. Murray asked, his voice genuinely puzzled at the presence of Stanley. The physics teacher was always blunt, but Stan did silently wish Mr. Murray wouldn’t care or asked questions about why he showed up and let it rest as one of many mysteries of Stanley Pines, like Ms. Le that morning. Well, at least he didn’t ask about the black eye.

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Guess who the fuck broke out of WIP JAIL

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

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WIP FOLDER GAME

Stole this from @ethereal-will !

RULES: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous, and tag as many people as you have WIPs. People send an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and find you post a snippet or tell them something about it!

Hold on tight and don't let go

Through pettiness and sheer spite

Are you a gambling man?

STANBILL HATE SEX EXTRAVAGANZA: Eye.

Power in a name

These are what I am actively working on. (all are Gravity Falls fic, all of them Stan-centric. I can not escape.)

I didn't include NOOO! bc 1) shared custody 2) still trying to decide if I want to do the story as a comic or a fic, the scripts on my part are barely a thing.

Tag: @coldbronzemoon @iamtheunicornwizard @drbtinglecannon @thousand-winters @aroace-get-out-of-my-face come 'ere you guys. (Also, if anyone thinks this looks fun, do it. do it.)

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I cannot stop laughing if I put the name down so you get this place holder instead.

Rated E | various warnings provided at the start of each chapter

A collection of ficlet oneshots featured Bill and Stan in various situations without an overarching plot.

I'm back again with two more chapters >:] "Dying star" and "Love" and they are both Stan's POV this time

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Wellll, I did say I have a changeling/Fae Stan AU cooking. And I JUST finished the opening scene. So I'm just gonna drop it here.

first draft. Scruff as hell. My usual Beta Reader don't know about this. And I don't know if anything will be changed in the final draft. I don't even have a name for this AU yet, which is very ironic to the whole concept. But I did really like it...

So, uh, enjoy!

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Stanford Filbrick Pines remembered, vaguely, a deal of sort. A trade of a kind.

It was a childhood memory that stuck weirdly in his head. He often prided himself on his intelligence and his memory capabilities, but he couldn't seem to make sense of this one. Still, all he knew was that it was different. It was foggy and vague — as childhood memories often were — he did not think that it was important at all, and he did not understand why he still remembered it.

In his memory, Stanford was no older than five years old. He was reading on his bed, like he often does. Stanley, his twin brother, was drawing on the floor. He drew lines with crayons, relaxing as can be.

The silence was broken by a shout from the living room.

“STAN PINES!”

Both of them shoot up, as they always do. Their father was not a creative man and had named them the same.

Stanford did not remember exactly what task his father called them for, or what they did. The memory became a blur, until it wasn't.

They just came back to their room. Stanley had a deep frown on his head, as he often does after an interaction with their father. Stanford followed after his brother, he didn't remember what he felt.

They resumed their position. Stanford on the bed, Stanley on the floor. He continued reading, his brother didn't.

“Why pa named us both ‘Stan’?” Stanley asked. His brother looked at him with brown eyes identical to his own, expecting an answer. Stanford always gave his brother answers.

“He didn't,” he said, as matter-of-fact-ly as a child can. “You are Stanley, and I am Stanford.”

Stanley frowned deeper, Stanford remembered that it had never happened before. Stanley's frown always disappeared when he got answers from his brother back then.

“But he called us both Stan,” his twin brother argued, gesturing to them both to make a point. “That shouldn't be how names work.”

The wording perked Stanford's curiosity, so he asked back.

“How should names work then?” He put down the books, and joined his brother on the floor.

Stanley cracked into a grin, and leaned in conspiratorially as he often did when he had something important to tell his brother.

“Name is special,” he whispered. “it’s who you are.”

That Stanford did know, but his brother was not finished, so he listened.

“Names are supposed to be something that's important to who it's for,” Stanley continued, frowning again. “But pa use it like it doesn't matter which one he talks about.”

Stanford nodded, he thought he understood Stanley now. So, like a child wanting to cheer up his brother, Stanford made an offer.

“Well, what's about…I am ‘Ford’—” He pointed at himself, before pointing at his brother. “—and you get to be ‘Stan’!”

A sacrifice. Half of his name, the part that they shared. Given Freely.

His brother’s eyes widened in surprise.

“Really?”

And as confident as a child could, he replied.

“Really.”

His brother made a face, thinking. Something felt wrong to him, in a way that he couldn't put a finger on it...but then his twin spoke up.

"You know what, what do you think about 'Sixer'?" The twin with five-fingered hand beamed as he took his brother's six-fingered one. "It's cooler than just 'Ford'."

It is kinda cooler than just 'Ford'. He didn't mind either way. 'Sixer' could be a nickname, given and used by his brother.

"Sure!"

He did not remember the time of day the conversation took place. Old memories were unreliable like that. However, as clear as day, but so fast he could have missed it entirely if he had blinked…

Ford remembered Stan’s eyes glowed gold. As he lost something he thought wasn't important, and gained something much more significant in return.

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Power in a name >:]

I JUST FINISHED OUTLINING THIS ONE >:] it was very detailed.

It's a sort of a "Fae Stan AU," gonna be 5 chapters, and I am very excited about it. Somehow, it became my most planned fic.

And here's some dialogue change to the included canon scene I wrote in the outline.

“But when the summer's over, you give me my house back, you give me my name back—” “If that's all you care about, then, fine!” “not like I want to fucking keep it.” “The moment summer is over, Stanley Pines will be out of your hair.”

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"Through pettiness and sheer spite" please wip preview!! Or info dump on the idea going into writing that one!

Oh I LOVE to talk to you about TPS (working on the shorthand for the name) >:]

First, preview:

As he pulled out a bruise cream and bandages for some of the visible scrapes, his eyes caught the picture he put up in the passenger’s sun visor.

Something ugly surged inside him.

“I don't need you.” Stan spat the words out, staring at the smiling boy besides him in the photo.

And immediately after, that ugly feeling changed into something…hollow.

“I can make it on my own.”

The empty self-affirmation echoed inside his car, while the taunts and the doubts rang in his ears.

Could he?

This is my "Stan stays in School" AU, with the goal of forcing Stan and Ford to deal with their shit, speedrun any% /j

My plan for this is to give these boys friends and people who are in their corners (that wasn't their parents,) and then, with those different variables, see what will change by those influences, what would not. I have a rough outline of what I want to happen for the plot points, but I'm figuring out the details as I go!