"You have no proof that I stole that!"

Indie Gravity Falls RP Blog for Stan Pines.

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17. Your muse clutches their hand over my muses mouth to silence them.

“Mmh-?!” Stan was startled when somebody’s hand reached out from behind them and slammed their hand over his mouth. He immediately reacted, jamming his elbow back into the stomach of his attacker to knock them off.

((He didn’t know its ford hahah oh dear))

somepointsomewhere

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When his brother’s elbow slammed right into his stomach, Stanford let out a pained grunt. He reached out and took Stanley’s arm into his free hand and bent it back. His other hand stayed firm over his mouth.

“Calm down, you asshole!” Stanford spoke in a harsh whisper through clenched teeth. His stomach was still hurting. “It’s your brother!” 

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Stan grunted and struggled to break his now pinned down arm free, until he heard his brothers voice.

His jerking suddenly stopped, and he turned his head to try to look back at his brother with a wide questioning look.

"Mhwat thuh hell Sixur?!" He demanded through muffled noises under his brothers hand.

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Are you an oc friendly blog?

((Yep :) I'm a firm believer in OC equality. All OC's are welcome here.

[mekacrap]

the only crossover that matters

[alexsrpshit]

You may now flirt with my muse on anon (or not!)

Originally posted by inmyheartdamon

[leprinceofmeme]

Ask my muse about their mother/father!

[sfheibai]

I just want draw them cry  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

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Send me a ¥ and a command and my muse has to obey.

Take advantage of this.......

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me: i'm definitely gonna do my drafts today

my drafts: why the fuck u lyin.. why u always lyin.. mmmmmm MY GOD STOP FUCKING LYING

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Truth Serum Meme - "You mentioned a name. Who's this "Roy" bloke?"

“Some geezer who I was bunk mates with back in prison in Columbia. When I got out I borrowed twelve thousand offa him to get out of that shithole and back to the U.S. Plus I used some for a few gold necklaces… He charged intense interest rates. Never paid him back.”

Stan grinned and shrugged as if this information was general knowledge, but after a second he looked horrified.

“Wait… Why did I just tell you that..?!”

thatbloodybogan

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“I don’t know who’s worse, you or “Roy”. You both sound like shitebags,” he replied. Then again, it took one to know one. He had done worse than just borrow a couple thousand quid to get where he was now.

“You’re startin’ to sound more senile by the second. Maybe you should sit down, mate.”

[cutelittlerpmemes]

Send 🛀 to catch mine in a bubble bath

[demico-art]

Closure

I can’t say much about this… Except that coming up with this and drawing it unexpectedly made me cry my own eyes out, since I also have this dad-who-didn’t-love-me-much-but-died-before-we-could-become-closer issues. :( Whatever Stan’s or my father were like, they were still fathers, and it was sad.  Heh, and the last frame is still debatable. Let’s see how the show ends…

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Truth Serum Meme - "You mentioned a name. Who's this "Roy" bloke?"

"Some geezer who I was bunk mates with back in prison in Columbia. When I got out I borrowed twelve thousand offa him to get out of that shithole and back to the U.S. Plus I used some for a few gold necklaces... He charged intense interest rates. Never paid him back."Stan grinned and shrugged as if this information was general knowledge, but after a second he looked horrified."Wait... Why did I just tell you that..?!"thatbloodybogan

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MUSE IS UNDER TRUTH SERUM FOR ONE HOUR. ASK ME ANYTHING. NOTHING IS OFF LIMITS AND EVERYTHING MUST BE ANSWERED. GO!

[moringmark]

[bunchofrpmemes]

Send me a “❕” and a number (or ‘random’ for a random number)

And I’ll make a starter where my muse sees yours wearing:

A tuxedo/ballgown

A bathing suit

Workout gear

A hospital gown

A prison jumpsuit

A toga

Snow gear

A lab coat

A party hat

A police badge

An enormous diamond

Pajamas and bunny slippers

A superhero cape

A hazmat suit

Army camouflage

A Halloween mask

A plaster cast

Lingerie

My muse’s clothes

Nothing

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♣ [*whistles innocently* I see them as both a brotp and an otp.]

“S'not surprising. You’re as gay as Christmas, Sixer.”

((Yasss brotp/otp forever :D))

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Stan’s expression was slowly forming into utter shock, his brows quivered while he put a hand back on the desk to steasy himself-and keep himself from punching his brother.

“You… You TOLD the kids all of this?!” He exclaimed, eyes almost bulging out of his head.

He could do nothing but listen aimlessly at the shit Ford was sprouting out. A rift?? Unicorn blood?? And Ford told the kids about it before his own brother?!

Stan honestly felt betrayed. Betrayed and fearful that his brother had definitely gone mad.

He cringed when Ford used his nickname. He only ever did that if the situation was serious.

Stan hesitated for a long moment, before he leaned off the table, and placed his hands on both of Fords shoulders, looking into his eyes.

“.Stanford…listen to yourself…! This stuff you’re talking about! You… You told children about this before coming to me?! Do you have any idea how many nights Dipper goes without sleep because of the shit you put in those journals?!” Stan inhailed a shaky breath. He was clearly angry. Insulted.

“You’re a fucking idiot Ford. For the smartest guy in the world you’re a fucking idiot!”

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Ford was a bit taken by surprise when he got turned to face his brother.

“After Bill invaded my dreams and revealed he was after the rift, I called a family meeting. One you didn’t show up to. In fact I didn’t see you until you ran into the room and took the gold the girls got from their adventure.”

Though in truth he wasn’t happy to hear how the journals have effected Dipper. He had hoped that he hadn’t become too much like him with that.

“And I had to tell them. To warn them of the danger Bill has.”

He then sighed.

“Sadly, my fears have been somewhat realized. It appears the kids have dealt with Bill twice. I don’t know what happened the first time except that they likely battled Bill in the mindscape. The second time Bill had tricked Dipper into making a deal. For what I don’t know but Bill was in control of his body for while. Mabel also said that Bill turned Dipper into a literal sock puppet. Do you have any idea what she means by that? Cause I got no idea for once.”

Ford frowned when he heard Stan call him an idiot.

“Do you think I have no idea on the mistakes I’ve made? I’ve been kicking at myself for not telling you about Bill thirty years ago. For not explaining how I got the portal made and the full reason why I never wanted it activated again.”

He then glanced to the side.

“And that’s not taking in how I’ve felt since the night you got kicked out.”

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Stan huffed, his face turning red. He had business to deal with, how would he have known some stupid family meeting wouldn't just consist of meal arrangements and Mabel's pig.

"Hey! Had I known it was about something this drastic you were speaking about to the kids, I would have shoved that gold straight down your throat!" Stan was still horrified that Ford wouldn't tell him this in confidence. What did he think telling the kids would accomplish?? Other than scarring them for life.

He listened with growing concern and disgust while Ford explained how Bill had already messed with the kids, and he shook his head slowly.

"This...fucking hell, Ford! The sock-puppet show..." Stan slapped his hand over his forehead when he realised.

"I... I thought it was part of the show but... Dipper and Mabel were fighting onstage, for some reason... Dipper's eyes looked kinda...glowy." he folded his arms over his chest and sighed. "Thought it was part of the show... Then there was that time when the kids appeared outta thin air infront of me... Who knows what that was about." He scratched his shaking head.

He quietened when Ford brought up that painful subject. Even after all this time it hurt to think about it.

"Don't bring that up, Sixer. You know it's my fault I got kicked out of the house. Not yours. I was the one who ruined your chance of getting into the college of your dreams." He said sternly, hardening to the subject.

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♣ [*whistles innocently* I see them as both a brotp and an otp.]

“S'not surprising. You’re as gay as Christmas, Sixer.”

((Yasss brotp/otp forever :D))

anomaliesxeverywhere

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Stan listened to his brother with a slowly gaping mouth. Bill Cipher?? Wasn’t that the name of the creature that Dipper claimed had been harassing him for so long?? Stan knew he had seen something about the demon in Ford’s journals.

But weirdly though, Stan felt like he recognised Bill when he was spoken about. Like there was some deep part of his brain that knew he had encountered the demon before. Like it was crawling about in his memories.

“Ford… Ford I…this is too much to think about ..” Stan quickly stopped him after Ford issued the apology, and Stan leaned back against the closest table, putting a hand on his forehead and sighing heavily while he tried to process all of this. It was a hell of a lot of information for Ford to dump on him at once.

“You…you put a metal plate in your head…” Stan dragged his hand slowly down his face, before readjusting his glasses and staring at the floor.

“Look…Sixer… I know you don’t want me asking about what happened to you in the portal…but… I think you should…maybe, consider seeing a psychiatrist…”

Ford’s face fell when he heard that. He actually had a feeling that Stan wouldn’t believe him on this. It was why he never really told him.

“I…I’m not crazy Stanley. Not anymore. I’m telling the truth here. Ask Dipper and Mabel if you don’t believe me. They can vouch for my claims.” 

He rubbed the bridge of his nose a bit then fixed his glasses.

“I’ve told them about the rift. Dipper’s even seen it. And did you think that was paint splattered on Mabel and her friend’s clothes? It wasn’t. It was unicorn blood. I sent her on a quest to get some unicorn hair as it can create a barrier around the Shack to protect us from having Bill enter our minds. And no they didn’t kill it, they just got into a fight cause it pulled a scam on them.”

The genius had taken to pacing back and forth in the room as he explained all of this then stopped and took a deep breath to calm himself.

“I’m being serious Lee and you know well that when I’m serious, I’m never making anything up. Bill is dangerous. He can trick and posses anyone, making them do whatever he wants. He did this to me. Me! The smartest person in likely our whole dimension and I got played by a floating triangle.”

He looked down at the floor after that. He still felt awful at himself for being tricked so easily. This was a big reason why he had trouble trusting anyone.

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Stan's expression was slowly forming into utter shock, his brows quivered while he put a hand back on the desk to steasy himself-and keep himself from punching his brother.

"You... You TOLD the kids all of this?!" He exclaimed, eyes almost bulging out of his head.

He could do nothing but listen aimlessly at the shit Ford was sprouting out. A rift?? Unicorn blood?? And Ford told the kids about it before his own brother?!

Stan honestly felt betrayed. Betrayed and fearful that his brother had definitely gone mad.

He cringed when Ford used his nickname. He only ever did that if the situation was serious.

Stan hesitated for a long moment, before he leaned off the table, and placed his hands on both of Fords shoulders, looking into his eyes.

".Stanford...listen to yourself...! This stuff you're talking about! You... You told children about this before coming to me?! Do you have any idea how many nights Dipper goes without sleep because of the shit you put in those journals?!" Stan inhailed a shaky breath. He was clearly angry. Insulted.

"You're a fucking idiot Ford. For the smartest guy in the world you're a fucking idiot!"