FiddAuthor Fest Day 7 - Inspired by Journal
“Fiddleford, these are impressive inventions! These could be of great use. You should patent them!”
“Aw shucks, Ford, they’re just little ideas I doodled when I had the time.”
Uh…. I originally had something else for this day, but you know what? I really like Post-Weirdmageddon FiddAuthor, and the whole conversation between them during that part was so pure. I just had to draw it!
I decided to try out the watercolor medium for this particular piece, which turned out okay I think ^^
And that concludes my FiddAuthor Fest series! It’s been fun to host! I had a great time getting to know everybody from the FiddAuthor community and seeing everyone’s amazing work!
Day 4 of @fiddauthor-fest - Bill Cipher.
This though... Believe it or not, this was a draft that’s been sitting in my files since Feb. 7th under the file name “mess” because that’s what I thought it was... I just didn’t really know what to do with it or where it was going and then the journal came out and it became relevant again... So I decided to finish it and add the codes to it... Sorry for cheating a little here. Stan would be proud of me, no?
Decode the ciphers for angst and terror~
(Or message me if you just want me to tell you what they say ;))
(Thanks to @minimysterytwins for looking over the codes for me!)
QOTD - Bill doesn’t really care what these two do as long as it doesn’t get in his way but he thinks it’s always fun to take people’s silly emotions and use them against them and throw them in their faces! Pain is hilarious.
Cleaned up and colored version of the day 2 drawing for @fiddauthor-fest - vacation/holiday:
“That th'are was some purdy sharp shootin’”
Ford won a poofy raccoon plush for Fidds at the autumn fair’s crossbow shoot game. Bonus version under the cut because I am wishy-washy and can’t make decisions...
Which do you think is better? (Help me for future decisions maybe?)
So... when I drew this I had no idea it would be canon that they went to a carnival together in their youth...
Also I imagine this to be the point where, while they enjoyed their time there, things started to get too loud and flashy for them so the decided to take a quiet walk.
hoooo boy that journal sure was something am i right
my artist comments on this got really long so im putting them under the cut
i thought i was done with fiddauthor fest but nope! this was begging to be drawn tbh. set right after the portal incident when ford is writing all those hateful things about fidds. i think he was hurt and upset by what happened + the events leading up to what happened and after a few drinks + snacking on his comfort food he let out his frustrations on this page. just from reading the rest of the book it is very clear that fiddleford is extremely important to ford, so for him to doubt the project after months of work on it, then walk out and abandon him, i think it just really really hurt ford.
,,,,,,not that i think ford was right or that fidds was wrong to leave. honestly this part pissed me off when i first read it. fidds gets hurt multiple times working with ford and he dares get mad and write mean things abt him when he finally leaves??? fuuuuuuuck that noise.
but u know after i read the rest of the book and had time to think about it, i realized just how emotional this part was. it reads like just hateful, egoistic bs but really? ford is crushed. he feels guilty that the portal incident happened to fidds, sad that he’s gone, angry that he quit the project when they’re so close to achieving his goals, and hurt that fidds would try to get him to destroy all of their hard work. again, not that i think ford is in the right, i just feel bad for him that everything he worked for blew up in his face :c
also i wanted to draw him crying ∠( ᐛ 」∠)＿
(all the text is from the book but the picture of that page was taken by me)
Anyone want to request anything for Fiddauthor-fest?
I have the first four days figured out but I’m so mentally exhausted right now that I have no ideas for the last three (and day 6 is a gift day anyway.) So if anyone wants to request something, I’ll try to make a drawing for you. The prompts are here if you need them.
And here's my second request for day 6 of Fiddauthor fest! Coming from NinetyWrites (on AO3): For the request- could you write something with the infamous, heart-shattering, feels-inducing scene from Tale of Two Stans (we all know the one)? I think it'd be neat to see your take on it.
Hopefully this goes well, I've been writing nothing but fluff all week, but now it's time to bring out the angst! I tried to put the scenes from Tale of Two Stans, the Last Mablecorn and even some unused storyboards I've seen circling tumblr to make this triple the angst so hopefully it worked!
(PS I'm still happy to take requests so don't feel shy about sending in any prompts you'd like to see me write! I've got a bit of a wait till my copy of the Journal comes in. (or I cave and just read all the spoilers already on Tumblr))
Day 6: Request 2
Everything had gone wrong. It wasn't supposed to be like this. It was an accident. A perfectly normal, human accident. Yet it still happened and Stanford could only watch helplessly as his best friend, his partner was dragged head-first into the portal that they both built together.
Ford was pulling with all his might and still Fiddleford's head stayed within the swirling vortex. "I got you, Buddy!" He tried shouting over the portal and he kept pulling. But it didn't seem to do anything. Oh god, what if when he pulled Fiddleford back he didn't have a head?
His arms felt like they were screaming. They wouldn't hold on for much longer. Oh god, his hands were slipping. He couldn't loose Fiddleford! Please god, don't let him loose him like this!
All at once the Portal's electric blue grew brighter and brighter to the point where he had to shield his eyes. Then he felt his rope slacken. And Fiddlford was sent crashing back out of the vortex and tumbling across the ground.
Stanford scrambled over to him. "Fiddleford! Are you alright? What did you see?... Fiddleford?"
His head was fully intact, thank god! And his body appeared unhurt. But he seemed to be in some sort of... trance-like state. His eyes were blown wide, looking up above at nothing, his mouth gaping in shock and his body was limp and motionless, almost like the time he'd been captured by the Gremoblin. But this wasn't another Gremoblin. This wasn't anything from Gravity Falls or this world! What had Fiddleford seen? What had done this to his partner, his Fiddleford? Was he even still here?
Ford didn't even know what he could do. What was causing this problem? Or how could he fix this? He couldn't do anything. Stanford assumed that all of Fiddleford had come back through the portal but what if he had left something even more vital than his physical body behind? Now gone forever in the Portal with ever-changing destinations.
"Fiddleford? Fiddleford, can you hear me?" He brought a shaky hand to Fiddleford's cheek. But Fiddleford just kept staring out into space, to a world Stanford couldn't see. Dead to this one.
"Fiddleford please! Please come back!" Carefully, he pulled Fiddleford up off the ground and into his lap, hugging him close. "Fiddleford please don't be gone. I'm begging you."
All at once memories came and flashed through his mind. Years ago when they first met, shaking hands and for the first time in Stanford's life no one had immediately judged him. Laughing and singing made-up songs while playing D, D & more D. Studying side-by-side, the soft lamp light almost making Fiddleford look angelic. Fiddleford hard at work in the campus workshop, sparks flying all around him as he wielded together beautiful machines. Fiddleford's exasperation, insisting Stanford put on safety gloves and goggles while in the lab. Fiddleford smiling and teasing Stanford when he got a higher grade-point average for their final exams. Fiddleford softly playing his banjo in the dead of night, with only Ford as his audience. Fiddleford's hands combing softly through his hair and kissing him on the lips. Fiddleford's laugh. Fiddleford's smile. Fiddleford's voice.
It all seemed so bitterly stark in contrast to see Fiddleford the way he was now. Silent, almost green with paleness in the portal's light, terrified with shock and mentally trapped in some other world. And all because of him. What if he never came out of this shock? What if he never saw Fiddleford's eyes focus, never heard his voice ever again?
There was nothing Stanford could do but hold Fiddleford close, and pray to Bill and any higher power in the world that they didn't take Fiddleford away. Please, don't take Fiddleford away from him.
Stanford didn't know how long he sat there. When suddenly, Fiddleford's breath picked up tremendously and he gasped for air. Fighting out of Stanford's grasp like a mad man. Stanford's arms stung from the blows but he set Fiddleford back on the ground.
The way Fiddleford acted, he kept his arms pinned tensely at his sides as if they were tied there, and his neck was craned, desperate to look at something Stanford couldn't see.
Ford crawled over to him. "Fiddleford! Tell me! Is it working? What did you see?"
He tried to bring a hand to Fiddleford's cheek but he flinched away like some wounded animal. He began speaking some sort of gibberish and his whole body was wrecked with shivers.
"Fiddleford what-"
Before he could continue, Fiddleford began talking, seemingly to no one in the corner of the room. But his voice sounded forced, like he had been possessed and something was trying to speak through him.
"When gravity falls and earth becomes sky,
fear the beast with just one eye."
"Fiddleford get a hold of yourself! You aren't making any sense!"
Then Fiddleford's eyes finally came back into focus. And he turned back towards Stanford. When he spoke, he finally sounded like himself but his voice sounded furious, hurt and terrified all at once.
"This machine of is dangerous. You'll bring about the end of the world with this! Destroy it before it destroys us all!"
Stanford couldn't. "Fiddleford! I can't destroy this! This is my life's work!" Everything he and Bill had worked for... Bill would of never tricked him, right? "Fiddleford please! Whatever you saw on the other side of the portal. It couldn't be real. My friend... He'd never lie to me."
"Your friend?" Fiddleford looked at him long and hard, like he was ready to deck him. "Stanford where are all these ideas coming from! Who are you working with!"
"Fiddleford please! Just calm down! You-You're just suffering from dimensional travel sickness."
All at once, Fiddleford abandoned his meek shivering and pounced at Stanford, grabbing him by his coat and shaking him roughly. He screamed in his face with a fury Ford never knew he could possess. "You're the one with the sickness!"
Realizing what he'd done, he released Stanford and nearly collapsed onto the ground, barely holding himself up with trembling arms. "I... I fear we've released a grave danger on the world. One I'd just as soon forget..."
He got up and walked away, not even looking down at Stanford. "I quit!"
"Fiddleford wait!"
But Fiddleford kept walking, only one shoe on his foot, hair frazzled, not saying another word and never turning back.
"Fine! I'll do it without you!" Fiddleford refused to acknowledge him. This couldn't be happening. Ford felt himself shake with rage as he got up off the cold ground. "I don't need you! I don't need anyone!"
A cleaned up and belated submission for day 1 of @fiddauthor-fest
I tend to think that they hit it off well as friends but given the time period, they probably buried their feelings for each other despite multiple awkward moments. Fidds ended up marrying because he either didn’t know other options were valid or possibly to fill the role his family and society set out for him.
QOTD:
Originally I tried to fight shipping them. “They’re just friends, right?”
But at some point I fell face first into the ship. The possible turmoil involved between the time period of their youth, Fiddleford being married and having a son, and their fight over the portal drew me in. I fell in love with the idea of them having a second chance at things at an older age and at having a chance to understand themselves better and be accepted by family and themselves. Plus the name Fiddleford in itself intrigued me... I mean... that’s pretty much a ship name right there...
I’ve got to admit, this is the prompt that was probably my favorite.
Basically Risky business but with beakers instead of a candle stick, cause they’re nerds.
Fiddleford got so excited he lost his glasses and is probably about to lose his shirt. Which would be unfortunate cause I don’t think they’re wearing anything under that.
Fiddauthor fest gift exchange
prompt from @starry-blu who asked for Fidds and Ford silly dancing.
