Fiddleford was okay with not knowing definitively whether the world was ruled by science or by scripture, but when his head went through that portal he realized what he and Stanford were doing wasn’t natural for either
the thing about fiddleford is imagine this small town farm boy. born and raised in rural tennessee, all he knows is raising pigs and slaughtering pigs and serving up pigs at the dinner table where they say grace before each and every meal. his world is so small but he knows there's something bigger out there and maybe it's god but maybe it's something else so he goes to college far away from everything he's ever known. and maybe he's the first in his family to ever do it, maybe everybody is so proud of him or more likely theyre cursing his name for abandoning the family business and going off to live some heretic pagan lifestyle. but it's okay because he's found that bigger thing and it's not god but it's this strange city boy who's so alike him in ways that he never thought possible. it's this city boy who listens to him when he spouts crackpot theories and thinks he's onto something and sits all night with him until they hack it and the feeling of being heard and seen and believed is so incredible that he didn't even realise this city boy has six fingers on each hand until theyre high fiving at some unholy hour of the morning and frankly that makes him all the more special. and maybe that's love but he pushes that down because he knows what happens to men who fall in love with other men. and then college is over and the city boy moves on to bigger and better things and suddenly he's alone again. so he moves to california and he gets married and he has a son and he KNOWS he loves them he KNOWS he does but it doesn't feel the same. so when he gets the phonecall and that feeling comes rushing back of course he says yes, of course he drops everything, of course he doesnt think twice because how else is he going to feel like that again ? and for a while everything is perfect again until it's not. until it's scary, until it's keeping him awake at night, until it's starting to feel a whole lot like a punishment from god. he had his chance to stay in tennessee, he had his chance to raise a family who he could provide for. but instead he went looking for something bigger than god, and he found it, and now he has to live with the consequences.
Okay but imagine Viktor getting a chance to show his undercity roots
They get locked out of the lab and Jayce is like fuck this is Skys day off and she has the extra key set how tf are we getting in and Viktor just starts picking the lock. Jayce hasn’t even gotten through his out-loud thinking process and Viktor already has the door open. He’s so confused. He even designed the door to not get broken into.
They go down to the Zaun markets for things they can’t find in Piltover and Viktor easily haggles down the prices to what they should be and not what they’re trying to charge Jayce. (He does pay full prices for people who actually need the money in Zaun).
Viktor easily charms people for information. Jayce needs help in the council with something and Hoskel is not being helpful at all. He can't go to the other council members. Viktor manages a meeting with him for coffee/drinks and he comes back two hours later with all the information Jayce would need. He had Hoskel eating out of the palm of his hand. He still has no idea how he did it.
Viktor trips people on purpose all the time. Some guy insulted him passing by at a gala and a few minutes later the man tripped and fell into the champagne fountain. Viktor didn't even change his facial expression, no one knew it was him except for Jayce. (Jayce was proud, thought it was funny).
Viktor can pick-pocket. (Sky can too). They have a game of "who can steal the most off Jayce" when they're all in the lab together. Mel has gotten in on it by giving them challenges like adding pins and stickers. Jayce is so confused. He is covered in pins and stickers. Someone help him.
Viktor has the street smarts in addition to his actual book smarts. He and Sky have helped to teach Jayce how to spot things like people getting ready to fight (the physical signs) who to avoid and why, how to get out of a spat in the bad parts of town, and how to use these skills in Piltover (avoiding drunk gala attendees, fighting outside of wine clubs).
Viktor can hold his own in a verbal spat. He's also got a temper when it comes to someone trying to break down his morals or is being just an outright ass. Once got into an argument with a store owner who was being ableist and downright insulting about him being from Zaun. He was gonna let it go but then the guy turned on Jayce and his family. Jayce had to drag him out. Viktor is now banned from the shop.
(possibly) hot take: force sensitivity isn't a hereditary trait, nor should it really be. the skywalkers are the exception, not the norm. and they're only the exception because, you know, anakin's dad was literally the force. he was literally force jesus. he's literally half the force. i cannot emphasize enough how much he cannot be used as an example for normal force sensitivity
screaming, crying, throwing up, as I force myself to write a story i'm very passionate about and love writing and have no obligation to write except that i want to
ik they're Jewish, but "Merry Christmas, Please Don't Call" by Bleachers is so Stan Twins-coded it honestly makes me cry
no actually I'm not done with this
I don't have the ability to animate for shit (maybe one day) so y'all will just have to suffer through my vaguely-described brainchild bc this makes me so ill not even joking
ok so:
(intro music) We see a split screen, on the left (LSS) is Stan and on the right (RSS) is Ford. Stan is early into his grifter years, and Ford is in college. Both look a little older than when Stan is kicked out. Both are laying awake at night staring at the ceiling, Stan in his car and Ford in his dorm bed.
To the tempo of your uptight Uptight being a synonym for an anxious state, we see each of them tapping a foot or a finger
Is the flicker of a street light A streetlight is visible from the Stanleymobile and from Ford's dorm window, though visibly different ones. The light is flickering, for both of them.
You know this moment don't ya Both twins squeeze their eyes shut, and the lights combine into a single one, different from the ones before. This is the light from outside their Jersey home, the night Stan is kicked out.
And time is strangely calm now Both twins stare off into space, the split screen back in place. Stan is in his car, and Ford in their his room. They are young(er) again. (so, so young)
'Cause everybody's gone it's (LSS): Stan looks to his passenger side, where Ford would sit if he were driving them both. (RSS): Ford looks at Stan's empty bunk, at all the stuff he's left behind.
Just you and your anger We see Stan's fists tightening around the steering wheel, and Ford's around the pamphlet. They are both gritting their teeth while tears drip down their faces.
Oh golden boy We now see singularly from Stan's perspective. The boys as children run past, Ford beaming while playing around with Stan. This is tinged with fondness.
don't act like you were kind This is Ford on the swing, talking about West Coast Tech. This is Ford, shutting the curtains, leaving Stan hanging with his High Six in the air.
You were mine but you were awful every time This is Stan with Ford in the basement, smiling about reconciling before being handed the journal.
So don't tell them what you told me Stan and Ford argue in the basement - This is specifically the line "I'm giving you the chance to do something worthwhile for once in your life."
Don't hold me like you know me Ford and Fiddleford, either in college or working on the portal. Ford looks at a picture of the twins before Fidds calls his attention and he stuffs it back in a pocket.
I would rather burn forever Stan, smoking a cigarette down as far as it will go
But you should know that I died slow Stan, alone in Ford's bathroom, tending to his brand.
Running through the halls of your haunted home Stan looks around the mess that is the cabin while Ford is in his deepest paranoia.
And the toughest part is that we both know Stan leafs through Journal 1, desperate for answers.
What to happened to you Stan, hurt and angry, shoving Ford toward the portal accidentally.
Why you're out on your own Stan, watching Ford begging for him to do something as he is swallowed by the portal.
Merry Christmas, please don't call We see Stan's figure outline sitting in the darkness of the broken portal, hugging the journal. He wants his brother back.
You really left me on the line kid 17 year old Ford in their room, cradling something that triggers a memory of Young Stan and Ford
Holding all your baggage Ford puts this item in a box labeled Keep.
You know I'm not your father Portal-Years Ford stares into a mirror. A comparison of Ford, Stan (the way Ford remembers him), and Filbrick in a mirror. Ford looks away.
Who says welcome to your uptight Filbrick stares at a college-age Ford, inquiring about money.
While it flickers like a street light Ford is still nervous in the face of his father. He remembers what happened to Stan.
He flickers through your damage Ford looks at his hands. Five-fingered hands, rough with callouses and boxing scars overlay them. He curls them into fists and looks away.
Oh golden boy you shined a light on our home Ford's view of Stan, a strong and sociable protector and companion. Similar to the photo of them boxing, with Filbrick in the background.
And at your best you were magic we were sold Young Ford, enraptured by the story that a young Stan is weaving for him.
But don't tell em what you told me Post-Portal Stan and Ford, when Stan renounces Ford as family.
Don't even tell em that you know me Stan with the twins, explaining Ford's relation to him as Ford watches, missing something that he can't quite name.
I would rather burn forever Ford, working himself to the bone to prepare for Weirdmaggedon, ignoring Stan.
But you should know that I died slow Ford's time in the portal. He is constantly reminded of Stan, his memory version of Stan (young and loving) wherever he goes, and it pains him incredibly. Hunted and injured, he goes to talk to his brother, but there's only air.
Running through the halls of your haunted home 17 year old Ford walks past family portraits in their childhood home, pointedly ignoring them.
And the toughest part is that we both know We switch to split screen again. Stan is alone and grifting, Ford is at his HS graduation. There is an empty seat next to him.
What to happened to you Single screen again. This is the packed duffle bag by the door.
Why you're out on your own This is the perpetual motion machine, spinning until it breaks. Stans horrified face appears, then Ford's furiously betrayed one.
Merry Christmas, please don't call Split screen. Snow falls gently, Stan in his car and Ford in the cabin. Phones are in frame for both of them. They don't even look at them.
One ticket out of your heavy gaze Post-college Ford, feeling guilty/remorseful looking at an old picture. He flashes back to Stan pleading eyes looking up from the street that night.
I want one ticket off of your carousel Ford then lays awake at night, thinking about how Stan might be doing.
I want one ticket out of your heavy gaze Grifter Stan, staring at the boxing picture. He flashes back to Ford's betrayed face looking down from the window that night.
I want one ticket off of your carousel Stan then lays awake at night, thinking about how Ford might be doing.
But you should know that I die slow Split Screen: Stan and Ford, fighting/running from Nightmare creatures separately during Weirdmaggedon.
Running through the halls of your haunted home Single Screen: Both running to save the Mystery twins.
And the toughest part is that we both know Both twins locking eyes while caged, the plan forming silently.
What happened to you The memory gun being set to "Stanley Pines"
Why you're out on your own Stan in that clearing in the woods, Ford and the twins running to hug him.
Merry Christmas, please don't call Young Grifter Stan, standing at a phone booth as it snows. Ford answers, but Stan doesn't say anything.
Merry Christmas, I'm not yours at all College Ford sits at the table with his parents and Shermie/Shermie's family, having a holiday dinner. Caryn has put out an empty chair. Ford keeps glancing at it.
Merry Christmas, Please don't call me Slightly Older Grifter Stan stands at a different phone booth, holiday sales being advertised nearby. Ford doesn't answer this time.
Please don't call me The landline in Ford's house rings. Bill symbols have begun to appear.
Please don't call me The landline in Ford's house rings. There's even more of Bill this time.
Please don't call me The landline rings, and Soos answers. The Grunkles are at sea. Stan calls something out to Ford, who is standing at the bow. He turns, and answers. The water is calm, and their arms are now around each other. They don't need a phone, they're right there with each other.
Anyway thanks for bearing with me, I hope you can see my vision :)
been trying to pinpoint why I’m more attached to Jayvik than Caitvi when I’m a lesbian, aside from the disability rep, and I think it’s the asexuality/demiromanticism
Jayvik progresses through a deep friendship first, while. Caitvi has a lot more physicality from the get-go, which I just can’t relate to
idk just musing, but I appreciate the diversity in what relationships can look like
More firelight viktor with ekko because it's all I can think about
a drawing I did the other week and forgot to post
my favorite thing about anakin as a character is the inherent nuance lucas wrote into his story, like he's neither an innocent victim nor an inherently evil monster, he's just some guy put in a series of Situations and ultimately failing the test of his humility and self-control. he was certainly flattered and shaped by the devil, spiraling into something unrecognizable, but he chose to take every step down the pathway to hell. lucas knew he would lose a certain demographic by making him basically a greedy pawn in the larger story, not a righteous betrayed macho badass, but he did it anyway. he made him an awkward romantic and a loyal friend, a generous boy and a brilliant teen. he made sure he had all the positive qualities that meant that he had potential to be so much more than vader, but it was clearly his choice to lie, murder, and fully squander that potential. there are no excuses for what he became, no acceptable reasons to commit mass slaughter. he became an unbelievably selfish and impatient man, reckless and wantonly violent. hayden captured that nuance so well, nobody can match the sweetness of his smile and the absolute horror of his scowl on mustafar. to view him through a single lens as either pure victim of manipulation and (canonically unsupported) emotional neglect, or a creepy evil villain, denies the heart of his story and the weight of his tragedy. he's neither an angel nor a demon, he's both and neither, he's deeply human, a classical tragic hero with a flaw of greed. lucas made a choice with the prequels to tell a story that not everyone wanted to hear, and the result was a character that i think is one of the best of modern pop culture, mostly because he feels to me so very, very ancient and eternal.
tfw when the tragedy is tragic :(
May the fourth be with you!!! 💫✨
i dont care about validity i care about my civil rights
babygirl you WILL be subjected to my hyperfixationsCall me Violet | she/her | 20 | ace lesbian, peer-reviewed demiromanticViolet_Storm_Cloud on ao3Feel free to dm, I love to discuss!
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