Bro I have barely heard anyone talk about fight falls in a LONG TIME 😭 i honestly think there's more talk about will then there is kill, from what I've seen people don't really know about it or maybe they do and they just don't give a fuck about it 🤷
As for me it sounds like it can be interesting, but from what I've seen everyone is the same but if they were more aggressive and mean, like it looks like nothing really changes, idk might draw my kill interpretation for fun
Stan tends to his niece and nephew after they kick absolute ass.
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Stan Pines was having a perfectly lovely afternoon. The weather was pleasantly sunny all day, with plenty of clouds to keep things cool. His suckering of tourists for the day had gone well, with a particularly gullible and spend-happy group coming in at the last hour, and he’d accordingly treated himself to settling down for a rerun of Baby Fights with a tub of neapolitan ice-cream.
“Now this is the life,” he said to the world at large—a habit he’d picked up from living alone for several decades—and took a scoop of the chocolate ice-cream. “Just me and some quality television.”
Fate responded to this obvious set-up by throwing the door to the house wide open, slamming it against the wall. Stan jumped in his chair and only barely stopped his tub of ice cream from tumbling to the plush floor, managing to catch the spoon too.
Mabel and Dipper came tumbling in and Moses, they looked like hell. They were dirty, battered, and bruised, a whirlwind of dirt and stray twigs tangled on their person.
They were also grinning and ribbing each other, only to freeze at the sight of him sitting there.
Stan went for the most important information first: “Who did you fight, and did they come out of it looking worse than you two? You look like you fought a bear.”
Dipper snorted, the spell broken.
“Trust me, we’d look better after fighting a bear. The Multi-bear is softer than butter,” he said, a statement Stan was choosing to ignore. What was a multi-bear? Not his problem, that was what.
“It was the gnomes,” Mabel said brightly.
“Again,” Dipper added.
“Again?” Stan said. He hadn’t been aware of a first brawl with gnomes.
She nodded, a stick in her hair coming loose and dropping to the floor. “Yeah, they’re still total jerks. Now that they’re not going after me to be their Queen, they’re trying it with Grenda, so we had to get them to leave her backyard.”
Stan spent a moment wondering when the hell gnomes had attempted to install Mabel as their queen and why, before deciding that wasn’t his business unless it had to be. He started taking better stock of their injuries. Plenty of bruises, minor but extensive scratches—could gnomes have rabies? Should he be worried about rabies?—a black eye on Mabel and maybe a rolled ankle on Dipper if the way he was favoring the right leg was proof of anything.
With a sigh, Stan silently said goodbye to the grand finale bout of Baby Fights: Babyface vs The Pacifier. He stood up from the chair. “Both of you to the dining room table. I should probably make sure you aren’t gonna keel over from blood loss.”
They always tried to pull this ‘don’t worry about us!’ schtick after a fight.
Unwillingly, memories of him and Ford sneaking back home from another cornering by Cramplter and his goons rose up in Stan’s mind. They never got their parents involved if they could help it after a certain point. Their dad would only impatiently ask if they’d won, then send them to their mother. Their mom would patch them up, but needle and complain about them not keeping themselves out of fights the whole time, insisting they needed to be smarter about it.
Ha! If being smarter about things could stop a bastard that wanted to make your life hell, Ford would’ve been fine all of his life. Things didn’t work like that. Half the time it was better to start a fight to have some control over things.
He wasn’t sure what tack Mabel and Dipper’s parents were taking about their fighting habits. Nothing actually useful, he could guess, since the kids didn’t want any help. By the way they’d talked to Stan about sending the kids up his way, they’d been hoping that the small town atmosphere and the draw of nature would calm them down. Tough nuts. That definitely wasn’t happening.
Their parents also probably expected Stan to try and stop the kids’ open bloodlust, seeing as he was supposedly Stanford, someone who’d dropped out of boxing lessons as soon as possible and never got a reputation for violence like his twin. Also not happening. Hell, Stan wasn’t sure if Dipper and Mabel would be curbed even if the real Stanford was actually the one keeping them for the summer. Ford hadn’t really had any quibbles about violence, ever. His hatred of boxing was how other kids took it as an excuse to wail on him even more to test him, not because he personally didn’t want to hurt anyone; Ford’s type of violence more involved improvised weapons than bare fists.
As he mulled over these thoughts, Stan led the kids to the kitchen table, taking the ice-cream with him. It’d be a pain to get out the carpet if it dripped.
This resulted in Mabel and Dipper immediately stealing it to start eating it themselves, but Stan just rolled his eyes. Whatever. The kids had been beat to hell. The ice cream would probably distract them from the sting of ointments for the wounds. Stan focused on dragging his huge first aid kit from a cupboard.
That first aid kit was an old one. Ford’s, first, something he found in a bloodied bathroom with barely anything left in it. Then Stan had stocked it up and used it for himself—no use going to the hospital and having them charge him thousands for fixing up he could do himself. Now, it was mostly used on Mabel and Dipper.
It was practically a family heirloom.
“What’d you even do to those gnomes?” he asked, taking one of Mabel’s arms to clean up. She had less scratches and scrapes, probably because of the sweater.
“Kicked the hell out of them!” was Mabel’s cheery reply. “Also, ow.”
“Don’t swear, I’m not getting blamed for that,” Stan muttered,
“It was a kinda small group of them, I think they were just scouting out Grenda,” Dipper said. “Which meant we could get more hits in per gnome. I punched one so hard he lost a couple teeth.”
“I picked one up by his hair and flung him into a tree!” Mabel countered.
They quickly settled into a battle of who had done the most damage to gnomes, swapping the spoon for the ice cream between them as they chattered on. It was always impossible for Stan to tell when they’d find the idea of sharing a utensil gross or when they’d shrug and claim, being family and twins besides, they probably had all the same germs anyway. The heavy layer of dirt on both kids maybe made it hard for them to care about hygiene at this point.
Stan just steadily cleaned all of Mabel’s scrapes and bandaged them, spreading an ointment on her bruises as well. He got Dipper to get off his butt and fetch a few bags of peas he had for just such occasions. (He certainly didn’t keep that many around to eat. Ugh, frozen peas.) Mabel applied it to her black eye. He had to tweeze out a few splinters too.
“Those are from me using this old two-by-four Grenda’s family just had lying around to bat a gnome,” Mabel informed him. “Worth it!”
Dipper nodded. “It was pretty cool. She got good distance.”
“Think I broke a window in the Gleefuls’ house, too!”
Stan couldn’t suppress a smirk. “That’s the best thing I’ve heard all night, pumpkin—as long as they don’t get at me about it.”
“They probably won’t,” Dipper said with a shrug and a wince as the movement tugged at his cuts. “We were like, five houses down from them.”
“Good job, then,” Stan said.
Mabel beamed.
Stan moved on to Dipper, forcing the kid to shuck off his shoe and sock so Stan could test his ankle. After some prodding and some quizzing Dipper on how it felt, it turned out to just be a bad bruise that made the joint tender. Would be fine with some time to heal. He started cleaning scrapes again.
Then he stopped to scowl at the battered sight of his nephew’s knuckles. “I told you no bare-knuckling it anymore.”
Dipper made a show of dropping his head back and groaning. “Who has time to wrap them up before a fight!”
“Do you want nerve damage before your voice even cracks, kid? ‘Cause this is how you get it.” Stan started cleaning the knuckles aggressively, having to remove what might’ve been a sliver of a tooth. Guess Dipper had gotten that gnome really good. “I know you know how to do it right, I taught you. Wrap your hands every morning if you can’t be bothered before the fight starts.”
Granted, Stan’s learned-on-the-streets ideas about protecting hands probably wasn’t as good as actual boxing gloves, but he wasn’t even going to pretend to himself that he could get Dipper to just carry some around.
“Maybe,” Dipper said sulkily.
Stan just repeated “Nerve damage.” meaningfully and wrapped Dipper’s hands.
After that, they were pretty much as close to fixed up as they would get, and his ice cream was as demolished as the gnomes had been. Stan sat back with a sigh.
When he’d been asked to house his grand niece and nephew for the summer, he hadn’t been expecting thes bloodthirsty little monsters in the form of cute twelve year olds. Half the time he didn’t know what the hell he was doing with them. Nothing that great, he’d guess.
At least they could be convinced to let him patch them up. That was more than he or Ford would have let any adult do at that age, too sure that the other was the only one they’d ever need.
He received two mumbled Thanks, Grunkle Stan's for his work.
I never really got as far into the other Gravity Falls aus besides Reverse Falls (bc it had the most content) but I liked Fight Falls tho I could never find anything other than Mabel and Dipper's personality sheets, random comics (I could never find the artists of so I refused to read them) and a handful of Reverse Fight Falls cosplays that I'm pretty sure was all from the same person. I do not understand this one and cannot find anyone talking abt it minus a screenshot of the tumblr thread that made the first image. Can literally anyone explain how Reverse Fight Falls goes down? I get Fight Falls (kinda), they fight more and are kinda like the delinquents with a heart of gold trope but ReverseFight looks like Carnies to me. Why is it circus themed? Is it just Og Reverse Falls in red with white hair for no reason?? What is that about???
