After the loss of his eye and a 12h Bill-less sleep Ford finally has enough clarity of mind to understand that his lonely hero approach isn’t the best course of action. With Stan allegedly forever lost in the multiverse Ford does the most sensible thing and attempts to contact Fiddleford, which - as we all know too well - is unfortunately lost in his cult business.
After lying shamelessy to Mrs McGucket about their “mild disagreement” on the portal Ford starts looking for Fiddleford and finds the Society of the Blind Eye. Or it’s the Society that finds him first?
Now, if you’re tempted to ask what happens next… my notes say that the situation is resolved via the POWER OF FRIENDSHIP (all capslock, yes) and no, I didn’t elaborate further on that.
Also, I think this barely qualify as a comic and it’s basically a mess with scribbled text. I’m still insanely proud of it.
I think I've really solidified her design so now it's time to just draw her a whole bunch because I love her
She is solid and powerful because she has to carry her idiot husband across California on her back and also because she is always about 5 seconds away from threatening to fight someone behind a Dairy Queen
I was talking to people about Mrs McGucket (and how like five people in the fandom ever cared about her and I'm one of them) and went looking for your old Gina art and I am so glad you're still around and vibing
A CLUB MEMBER!!!🤩 heck yeah im so glad to meet another mrs gucket enthusiast, keep rockin!💪
Summary: Ford gets a break from his study time to unwind, thanks to his friends insistence he should. However, Ford was unaware of what his friend has in store for him as he’s introduced to someone named Lucina Evergreen who may change his life forever.
A/N: Hey there, guys! Writing this late at night to contribute for @forduary in this week’s theme: College. Also, I wanted to take this chance to introduce two of my own characters, Lucina Evergreen and Annabelle McGucket (my own interpretation of her), for an au I have in mind where Ford finds someone to love. Don’t know what to call the au yet, though. Hope you all enjoy!
In Ford and Fiddleford’s dorm, 1972….
Stanford was at his table, stacked with a large variety of textbooks he needed to study for upcoming exams, wanting to have high grades on all of them to get through Backupsmore University as quick as possible and earn those PHD’s. Of course, he studies as if he was running out of time with the all-nighters he’s pulled so far into his first year. He was leaning back in his chair, something menial to do to help him focus, not being aware of anything else happening in his surroundings.
He was well into one of his books with a pen in his mouth when his roommate and best friend, Fiddleford McGucket, comes inside the room, looking rather happy about something.
“Hey Stanford, I’ve got somethin’ ta tell--”
The sudden opening of the door made Ford lean back further on his chair, making him fall with a thud, but thankfully, he wasn’t harmed, though rather annoyed. Ford gets up and repositions the chair he was sitting in, grumbling from having been disturbed in his study time.
“Is it important, Fiddleford?” Ford asked with a slightly raised brow while placing his book on the table. He was curious nonetheless what his friend was so cheery about.
Fiddleford smirks a tad, excited to tell him for what he has in store for his friend, “~Weeeeellll…~ Mah girlfriend, Annabelle, has a roommate she wants ta introduce ya to. I’ve met her and boy will you two have loads to talk ‘bout!”
Ford was unimpressed and inquired, “Really? You want me to go out on a double date with you? With a woman I haven’t met myself yet?”
Fiddleford sighed, bringing up, “Ford take a break from studin’ fer at least one night. The exam isn’t for awhile and ah just think, as yer friend, ya need ta unwind. If this here night doesn’t go well fer ya and her, then ah promise ah won’t try ta set ya up again. Deal?” He extends his hand for a handshake. To humor his friend, Ford returns the gesture, knowing Fiddleford means well in what he’s doing.
However, Ford questioned if a girl could ever accept him fully -- flaws and all. Ford hadn’t pursued a relationship since high school and it was a trainwreck for him, nor has he since coming to college. He thought back to how Stanley tried more than once to help him get a date, but end up failing one way or another. Why would this time be any different, he wondered. Ford took a deep breath, just this once, he’ll give the benefit of a doubt.
“Can I know some about her to get an idea how she’s like, at least? And where we’re going too?” Ford asked, leaning against his bed to give Fiddleford his undivided attention.
Fiddleford nodded with a bright smile, elaborating, “Glad ya asked! Her name is Lucina Evergreen and she’s ‘bout yer age. She studies in philosophy and cryptozoology. She’s polite, if a bit shy with people, like someone I know. Can mostly be found studyin’ outside in that big ol’ tree near the wooded area with a book in hand. Plus, she has complete Heterochromia Iridium: her right eye blue while her left eye is brown. The rest ya gotta know yerself,” Fiddleford grins a tad when he finished.
Ford’s eyes widened slightly from the intriguing details he’s hearing. Perhaps meeting Lucina herself would yield a promising relationship once he gets to know her more. Her fields of study were an interesting choice; someone who ponders about the world and shares their thoughts and feelings about life itself, with the addition she is interested in the paranormal. At the mention she has a physical anomaly does give him confidence that Lucina would know what it’s like to be different compared to everyone else; a smile forming on his face at the thought. At the same, he was nervous and anxious about meeting her, hoping he somehow doesn’t screw up that would make her turn away from him, like all the other times before.
“Also, we’re goin’ to the roller disco place close to the college.”
“What?”
At the roller disco place...
That night, the whole building was alive with music and college students having a grand time, well almost everyone as it wasn’t Ford’s preferred destination to be. Ford didn’t plan on roller skating, but knowing Fiddleford, he would coax him into it. The music playing was a good selection that even Ford finds himself nodding his head.
Further into the building where the tables and chairs were near the snack bar, Fiddleford guides Ford to one table where two women their age, Annabelle and Lucina, were conversing. Annabelle had a head full of long curly, chestnut brown hair wearing a flower crown Fiddleford made for her earlier.
Annabelle wore a dark purple jumpsuit with a pair of boots of a lighter shade and pink-rimmed glasses; her caucasian skin dotted with freckles on her face and the brightest smile to light up a room in the void, so it seemed; possibly how Fiddleford fell in love with her not too long after meeting her.
However, Lucina was clearly different, she seemed more reserved by her posture. Her smile was pleasant and shy upon her seeing Ford for the very first time. Lucina wore a short brown sweater vest over her yellow long sleeve top, wearing blue bell bottom pants and black boots. Lucina’s physical features included her medium toned skin with light freckles under her eyes -- those eyes one would see on a husky dog where her right eye is blue, while her left is brown -- and her long raven black hair in a feathered fashion. For once, Ford was excited to know her more. Lucina being the same when she sees him and his unique hands with the extra digit.
“Oh there ya’ll are!” Annabelle chirped, getting up to greet her boyfriend with a big smooch on his cheek, “I was just tellin’ Lucina ‘bout yer friend. I swear by my mother’s name they’re good things.” Annabelle peaked over Fiddleford’s shoulder to see a sheepish Ford with a nervous smile. Fiddleford and Annabelle exchange knowing looks, putting their plan into motion. Fiddleford grabs Ford’s hand, guiding him over to have a seat next to Lucina, the poor man and woman not knowing what’s going on.
“How ‘bout you two chat while Annabelle and myself go groove it on the floor,” Fiddleford gently takes his girlfriend’s hand, the two heading over to the counter to go get roller skates and getting to dancing like pros.
Ford and Lucina didn’t know what to say to the other first, the two already learning each other’s names before having the chance to make proper introductions.
“Thanks a lot for putting me on the spot”, the two thought in unison regarding their respective roommates.
Ford tapping on the table for a moment to think before he spoke with a small smile, “So Lucina, I… um… what got you interested in your fields of study?”
Lucina brightens up a bit and shares with him, although a bit shy to say in case he may find it too weird to his liking, though finding the courage to bring up in her soft spoken voice, “Well… I’ve always been curious by all that’s around me and what wonderful, yet dangerous things may lurk in the land, sea, sky and beyond what we can see,” she chuckles a bit in thought before continuing, surprising herself she’s holding a conversation, “Comes from being born and raised in a sleepy town in the deep woods of Oregon.”
Ford found himself in awe of what the woman’s sharing with him, beginning to grow more and more comfortable with talking to her about their shared interests. Thinking about his own “anomaly” he asked her, “Lucina, do you sometimes feel insecure about your eyes? I think they’re gorgeous personally--” Ford blushed, the thought being blurted out of his mind.
Lucina blushed back, hiding away her eyes behind her bangs out of habit, but then smiles pleasantly from processing what he said, slowly revealing her eyes once more as if they were curtains.
“Th...Thank you, Stanford. I do feel insecure about my eyes sometimes. Some people don’t like to look at me for too long, thinking my eyes stare into their soul and judge them or something. But in the woods where I live, I don’t feel the need to hide them away. Where I feel at peace and free. Basically my life story, just about. Sorry that I droned on, I haven’t even gotten to ask you about anything to know you yet,” she nervously laughs, glancing away.
“Don’t worry about it, Lucina, I’m patient. Ask away,” Ford said. Neither of them could believe they’re bonding, but they are as they continue to talk more about one another, completely toning out the sound around them as if they weren’t at a roller disco anymore.
Fiddleford and Annabelle looking on with bright smiles on their faces, glad to have found that their plan worked without a hitch.
still workin on my Emma-May McGucket design boy howdy
I softened up her hair a little from the way I drew it previously to better match the ONLY ART WE EVER GOT OF HER, JEEZ, and also to better match the 70s vibe
I wanted her to look like she could pick Fiddleford up and yeet him and I think I succeeded. Is that not a marriage vibe to aspire to
proper colored art and all when i'm out of finals week and am not emergency therapy sketching between study sessions
updated my mrs. mcgucket design to include hair that’s closer to what we see in the journal. why the buck teeth? why the hell not let her be cute
for a character who’s only mentioned once as a joke and whose face we’ve only seen half of i sure do have a lot of feelings and headcanons about this woman including but not limited to: vegetarian, philosophy major, probably climbed school buildings at backupsmore for fun, and yet somehow still has her shit together better than her husband
Characters: Fiddleford McGucket, Tate McGucket, Mrs. McGucket (mentioned), Stanford Pines, Adeline Marks (mentioned, created and owned by @hntrgurl13 ), Raccoon Wife.
Summary: Fiddleford returning home to recall some cherished memories.
A/N: Another submission for @fiddleford-appreciation-month for this weeks theme: Memories/Recovery. This is how I imagine he would do after what happened with the Society of The Blind eye, with an addition or two. Hope you all enjoy.
After having been dropped off back at his makeshift hut of a home in Gravity Falls' junkyard, Fiddleford McGucket, with the labeled canisters that contained his memories and the machine to process said canisters, the old man moved away the sheet that acted as his door, entering inside his home.
"I'm home, raccoon wife!" he called out to the critter he has living in his home; not an unusual guest to have. The raccoon greeted the old man from where she was lying on a beaten up cushion.
"How 'bout you come sit with me as I regain my memories." the old kook smiles at the critter, who doesn't reply but goes scurrying right next to Fiddleford as he sets up the machine and the screen, thankfully not needing to be plugged into any electrical socket to function.
Fiddleford thumbs through the canisters, trying to decide which one to view first, taking one up at random, "How 'bout this one then?" he spoke aloud, attaching the canister into the machine, the screen turning on to show him what he forgotten all those years ago.
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The images he was seeing caught him off guard, he was seeing his young self in college, walking in the halls only to have bumped into someone who was immersed in a book; that someone being Stanford Pines, the man who would become his great friend and colleague, and the man who changed his life forever.
Out of reflex, the young man Fiddleford slapped his agitated and excited knee out of habit, slightly embarrassed, he apologized, "So-Sorry 'bout that, sir! I wasn't paying attention to where I was goin'."
The young man Stanford waved his six fingered hand to assure him, "Oh no, you're fine. I had my book in my face so I wasn't paying attention either it seems." he cleared his throat, balling his fingers into a fist, still insecure about showing his extra digit, "I'm Stanford Filbrick Pines."
Fiddleford lightly smiles, noting the extra digit the man has, not seeming to be off put about it, "Fiddleford Hadron McGucket, a pleasure to meet you! And may I say, you have quite the hands there, not every day I see one with an extra digit."
Ford quickly retracts his hand, putting them behind his back to hide them, a habit that did not break since childhood.
Fiddleford then almost instantly could read his new friends face, seeing that he has been bullied for them, something he could empathize. He continued with openness of mind, "Which is not a bad thing to have at all. I know I've been made fun of for my accent and eccentric nature, but I try to pay no mind to them."
Ford then mutters, "And a sixth digit on both my feet..."
"Say, how 'bout I walk with you to class?" Fiddleford thumbs over the way to the lab area.
Ford nods with a small, grateful smile, "I'd appreciate that greatly."
For the whole day, Fiddleford got to know his new friend.
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In present day, Fiddleford wipes his eyes, watching more of his college years spent with his old friend, Ford, learning much from him and his family over the years. Years later meeting another assistant by the name of Adeline Marks, of whom he would come to know as a great friend as well. Within those years, he got to meet the love of his life who would become his wife, those old feelings stirring back up, but quickly die as he recalls that loving relationship. Having died years ago when his wife left him after he abused the use of the memory gun he invented; the very thing that caused so much misfortune for him and many other people. He did love her so... The screen stops showing him the memory, the whole thing coming back to him now. He couldn't help but to sob in the furs of his raccoon wife in front of him.
After a little while to calm down, it was starting to get late, but the kook refused to turn in for the night, wanting to watch at least one more canister before he does so. Doing the same as he did the last canister, he plays the memory on the screen. The footage he's watching left his mouth agape.
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Fiddleford happily presents a wrapped present to his young son, Tate, today being his birthday.
The boy with the long bangs that obscured his eyes was excited, quickly opening the gift to reveal a toy robot.
"What do you think, Tate? Do you like it?" Fiddleford tussled his boys head.
The boy paused, checking out his new gizmo toy, "Like it? I love it, dad!" Tate gave his father a big, thankful hug, "You make the best gifts, dad, because they come from you, and they're so cool!"
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Fiddleford kept watching all those precious memories of his son, all leading up to the day Fiddleford left to go help out Stanford on his project in Gravity Falls. At least he got to say his goodbyes and love you’s. In the morning, he plans to go set things right with his son, hoping he would forgive him.
