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hyperfixations-and-complaining

2 years ago

Miraak cultist: Have you heard the words of our lord and saviour Miraak the True Dragonborn?

Local Farmer: Don't suppose I have. What's he say then?

Miraak cultist: No idea. None of us speak dragon or ancient Atmoran. But he seems very passionate about it.

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hyperfixations-and-complaining

2 years ago

do you ever not write for so long that you’re almost afraid to? like what if I’m dumb now

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hyperfixations-and-complaining

8 months ago

im glad people acknowledge how smart Stan is to teach himself theoretical physics and repair the portal BUT i feel like we should also talk about the fact that he ALSO SUCCESSFULLY MODIFIED IT! If he just rebuilt it as is just “merely following the blueprints” as some people say, the portal would’ve just opened up where Ford initially fell in 30 years ago, NOT a couple feet away from Ford like Ford describes in Journal 3. like thats so insane???

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hyperfixations-and-complaining

3 years ago

The king with his loved ones 🌼

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hyperfixations-and-complaining

8 months ago

It just occured to me that Stan technically canonically liked to draw, so here's my take of what Stanley's sketchbook would have looked like had he never gave up on art :]

Stanley first found this sketchbook left behind in a dumpster next to a library. The rings that once held the pages together were broken and warped, so he instead fashioned himself a jury rigged binder by weaveing one of his shoelaces through the holes in the side. In the end, it was essentially just a stack of barely held together paper, but he was still satisfied with it.

Pencils were easy enough to snag from the store since they fit so easily inside his pockets; but he had to settle for the shitty stubby pink erasers that barely did its job on the end of the pencils if he made any mistakes.

Stanley wasn't much of a poetic guy, and he didn't do the kind of art that had deep symbolism or meaning behind them. He was more the kind of artist that just drew what was in front of him, plain and simple. Had he been younger, he might have been able to fill in this cobbled together sketchbook in a matter of days, page after page filled to the brim with creatures and adventures of the wildest dreams.

Well, Stanley wasn't exactly a sprightly young child anymore with a boundless imagination to take inspiration from, but 10 years was a long time to be on the road and moving around, so there was plenty for him to draw.

[Summer of 1971, Kentucky- Natasha Jones. Stanley met her at a small farmers market located in a somehow even smaller backwater town. His fingers were itching for something to distract themselves with from the dull inactivity of the town, and he found his eyes drawn to Natasha lounging behind her fruit stand just across from him. Her body language was languid and loose, like a cat. She hadn't appreciated it when she caught him staring, but was apologetic when she realized she gave Stanley a black eye not for being a pervert, but for simply drawing her. She and him still keeps in contact to this day.]

[1972- Carla McCorkle. Stanley crossed paths with her completely out of the blue at the Juke Joint. During a brief pause in their dancing escapade, Stanley managed to roughly capture Carla's dancing in his sketchbook. He was enraptured by her boundless energy, and wanted to challenge himself to try and imitate her lively movements and poses on paper.]

(My primary goal was just to make these pages look as realistic as possible, but I did add in mini backstories in each of the pages' image description, if you feel like reading that :])

[1973- Jack Andersen. Jack was a travelling business man who was staying in room #26 at the same motel Stanley was temporarily residing. Stan doesn't remember what it had been about Jack that intrigued him so much at the time. It might have been his voice, or his height, or his face. In any case, Jack noticed him hunched over the counter and scribbling a portrait of him onto a scrap piece of cardboard from across the lobby. He offered to meet up later to give Stanley a better view of what he was drawing. Stan still has his phone number.]

[1973- Maddison. She was the waitress attending to Stanley at the diner he had taken a pit-stop at to evade the pouring autumn rain. She had the bluest eyes he'd ever seen, and she seemed delighted when he showed her the small portrait he had done of her in cheap blue ink on the receipt.]

[1974- Jimmy Snakes. For such a laid-back man, Stanley never seemed to be able to catch him staying still long enough to draw him. He didn't get the chance to draw him a whole lot.]

[Winter of 1974- Sarah Campbell. Stanley met her out on the streets begging for money with an empty coffee cup. It was cold enough to see your breath fog, and she looked far too young to be homeless already, but she had one of the sunniest smiles that Stan had ever seen on another person. He was dragged into keeping her company when she noticed his sketchbook in his pocket and practically demanded that he draw her. He indulged her, and let her hijack the sketchbook to doodle her own drawings onto the page. She left to beg in a different area after about an hour, and Stan never saw her again. He still thinks about her sometimes. She reminds him so much of Mabel.]

[June 1975- Morrison. They met at a seedy bar in a random town that Stan doesn't care to remember the name of. In the afterglow of their one night stand, Morrison asked for Stanley to draw him after learning of the latter's hobby. He remembers Morrison walking out on him with a huff when he saw that Stanley never once drew his face.]

[1976, Colombia- Ana María. She was one of the muscles involved in a cartel mission that Stanley was participating in. His boss didn't notice him sitting in the corner with his sketchbook balanced on his knees during the meeting, and Ana María certainly didn't seem to care, although she definitely noticed him.]

[1980, Colombia- Stanley only barely managed to hide his sketchbook from the guards during the initial body search, and he never dared to pull it out in front of his inmates, lest they damage it. Besides, pencils that weren't being used as a stabbing weapon was a rarity in prison, and paper was bound to get ruined with blood at some point or another]

[Summer of 2012- Mabel and Dipper Pines. Stan remembered the day he first met the twins; not in Gravity Falls, but at Piedmont, California, almost a decade ago. They had been so small at the time, and Stan had been having such a hard time stifling his tears that he was barely able to hold his pencil properly to draw the slumbering pair, cocooned in their tiny blankets. The extra sixth finger on his gloves hadn't helped with his shakiness, but he was desperate to busy his hands so Shermie didn't notice him crying. He did anyways, and Shermie himself had looked like he was about to burst out laughing at the sight of Stan, the traitor.]

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hyperfixations-and-complaining

5 years ago

if skyrim followers complained about me as much as i complain about them

'she just ran on ahead so i followed and got stuck in a bear trap. turns out she has that sneak perk that means you don't set off traps. and she didn't mention this to me gods damn it. i'll have these scars for ever now. both mental and physical'

'so i stood there zapping the bandits while she crept around in the back looting all the chests and barrels she could find. didn't even thank me. didn't give me a share of the profit. she gave me a pretty neat sword she found but the moment we returned to whiterun she sold it'

'i have never seen anyone this addicted to alchemy. straight up dropped like five soul gems and a pair of boots so she could carry more cave mushrooms. like i know i'll never see the profit from any of these valuables but it grinds my gears so much'

'she went straight up a mountain. like a vertical rock face. in the time it took her to struggle to the top i'd found the path not fifty yards away. oh yes and yesterday she just straight up yeeted herself off a cliff. said something about being able to reload if it didn't work. honestly i wouldn't care but she's the fricking dragonborn and i'm being held responsible for her safety'

'she keeps going into sneak mode and then back again in quick succession apparently just to confuse me. turns out she finds it amusing watching me bob up and down trying to copy her. gods damn it she's a literal child'

'that time she ran headlong into a cave full of bandits and then hid behind me when they attacked. said something about it being fine because i'm essentially immortal. i didn't feel immortal when it was done'

'those times when i do most of the fighting while she hides, only for her to run in last minute, do one of those hideous shout things, and take all the credit'

'i'm carrying five swords and a delicatessen's worth of cheese and then she hands me an entire fricking dragon'

'she laughed at me because i can't swim very well. she didn't have to swim across the river when there was a perfectly good bridge right next to us. also if i looked like i was drowning it's because i was. there was a slaughterfish'

'when she hired me i didn't even know she was the dragonborn. i just thought we'd have a jolly to a couple of caves and then part ways. but no. 67 caves, several trips up to high hrothgar and a metric f*ckton of dragons later and we're still going. i do not get paid enough for this sh*t'

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hyperfixations-and-complaining

3 years ago

I love getting on pinterest and experiencing lots of gendery envy.