#fiddlefordkin

[fictionkinfessions]

My kinshifts are going crazy, one second I’m Narinder and Fiddleford, in another I’m Caine, then my own OC, AND NOW DUCK GUY?!?!? What is this MONSTROSITY.

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[kin-poke-teams]

Could I get a team for Fiddleford McGucket (gravity falls)? Perhaps a bug or ghost type on the team.. but please feel free to be creative!!

Sure thing! Perhaps you’d like

Dewott

Water-type

Galarian Corsola

Ghost-type

Joltik

Bug/Electric-type

Poliwag

Water-type

Rotom

Electric/Ghost-type

Skwovet

Normal-type

[fictionkinfessions]

i miss stanford the normal amount :] *chewing on the bars of my enclosure* - fiddleford

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[fictionkinfessions]

i want to completely forgive him and put it behind me but i just can't. we hurt each other so badly near the end and i dunno if it's fixable - fiddleford

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[fictionkinfessionsarchived]

I'm Fiddleford and I miss Stanford...I forgive him for what he did; I've made my mistakes too...I just wish I could have him back.

[fiddymcfuckit]

Memories

Stanford told me at some point that Stanley was the one who made him go to Backupsmore. He told me that Stanley called him that night and tried to help him fix it, but they didn’t have time, so Ford was still angry and Lee still got kicked out. After talking it over together for a long night, I helped him decide that Lee really didn’t mean to mess up his life, and he should forgive his brother.

Ford and I were the only two people that called Stanley Lee, and he insisted everyone else call him Stan.

Lee and Ford stayed in broken contact throughout college and several years after I moved in with Ford, Lee came to live with us. He and Ford partially made up, but there was occasionally friction between them.

At some point, Ford and I created a sort of portal ray, so we could travel to different dimensions. We would often travel to different dimensions to analyse similarities between logical occurrences in other places and anomalies in Gravity Falls. We also just thought it was fun.

Lee basically kept away from whatever Ford and I did. He didn’t really want to be a part of it, but we managed to convince him once to go with us to a different dimension. He agreed and he met Rick Sanchez there, and they became friends. He would then steal the gun to visit Rick, which made Ford angry and their relationship started to falter again.

I had moved in with Ford before either of us ever knew we would be building the portal. He wanted a friend to help him in his studies of the anomalies of Gravity Falls, and I agreed and left California. My wife had always known that she was a beard, and she was fine with this because I was hers. We only ever stayed married so no one would ever catch on to us. Ford was one of the only people I ever came out to, and he was incredibly accepting. 

I was in love with Ford but I’m not sure he ever actually knew. Sometimes, he acted like he did, and acted as though he felt mutually, but other times he was totally oblivious. We were close either way, and enjoyed each other’s company. Since we lived together so long, we got comfortable with each other and acted a lot like a domestic couple, even sleeping in the same bed (on the rare chance we slept at the same time; that’s why there was only one bed in the bunker. We knew we would hardly ever be asleep at the same time so it was a waste.) 

Ford adored Shifty but I was incredibly apprehensive of him. He became jealous of me and it drove him over the edge to becoming murderous. Ford would probably still accept an apology and forgive him, though.

The portal gun is what drew Bill Cipher to us in the first place. The gun had a very limited range however, which is why he needed the actual portal to be built. He never bothered to try to get my trust because it would have been useless, and I guess he knew it (or he just went for Ford first and it was coincidence.) Everything involving Bill is pretty much the same as the source.

I made and used the memory gun, but only once or maybe twice? Not many times. Ford found out and even though I left, he came to me and convinced me not to continue using it. I agreed, reluctantly, but didn’t destroy the memory gun so the Society was still created and they still had the few memories I had erased. Ford also told me about the metal plate and I got one in my head so that he would stop panicking about it, but not long after we stopped speaking altogether and he went through the portal. 

Over the next thirty years, the small effect of the memory gun combined with having to keep the memories of disturbing things (along with blaming myself for abandoning Ford and not being their to help keep him out of the portal) messed me up enough to end up almost the exact same way that I would have if I used the memory gun as much as in the source. Lee was distressed over this and tried to help me, but he didn’t exactly know how, so he just did his best to keep an eye on me. 

 I would have sudden, extreme bouts of awareness, in which I was in touch with reality and became very depressed over my memories and being aware of the situation I was in. Most of the time, though, I thought my way of life made perfect sense and I was blissfully ignorant.

After Weirdmageddon, Ford helped me deal with my memories and feelings, and I slowly regained my sanity and learned how to deal with all the bad things in a healthy way. He and Lee were my friends again, and Dipper and Mabel had grown to trust me throughout the summer.

[aes-kin-calling]

“You can’t break what’s already broken.”

Fiddleford H. McGucket (GF) who was in love with Stanford aesthetic

[fiddymcfuckit]

It's really weird because on the one hand I want to blame everything on Bill and be angry at him and avoid him but on the other hand I've got another kin that absolutely idolizes Bill and really wants to find him so I'm stuck in a loop of hell