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Gone But Still Here~Part 2
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Sixer? No… nonono… Ford wake up…. C’mon, wake up!...
Ford peeks open his eyes just a crack to see him in a different room, his twin brother looking down at him, and 2 12-year olds talking to each other.
“Ford? Can you hear me?” Stan waves a hand in front of Ford’s face, but he barely notices it.
“S-Stanley…?”
“Yes! Yes, it’s me! Are you ok??”
“I-I don’t know…”
“Ford… I know you are worried but…”
Stan wraps his arms around Ford once more.
“We got you. We’ll protect you from him.”
“S-Stan… What happened?...”
“You had a panic attack and passed out. We took you upstairs to wait for you to wake up.”
Ford sits up and scooches away from Stan quietly mumbles a “Thank you.”
“Do you need or want anything, Ford?”
“No… I’m ok…”
“Kids, could you go up to your room?”
“Sure, Grunkle Stan.”
Stan watches as the two twins head up the stairs mumbling and whispering to each other.
“Ford, I know when somethings wrong. Just tell me what it is. Please.”
“W-well…”
“Sixer, I know I haven’t been the greatest brother, but I care about you. Please, tell me so I can help you.”
Ford hesitates, but eventually mumbles a “A-Alright…”
Stan smiles back at his brother and lets him speak.
“I-I’m scared that Bill i-is still alive in your mind, and he’s gonna possess you and trick me again…”
Stan shakes his head and chuckles at the silly fear Ford developed.
“Sixer, it’s fine-”
“C-Can you not call me that?”
“Why?”
“B-Bill called me that all the time.”
“Alright Ford.”
Stan grabs Ford’s wrist and helps him stand up. They stand there awkwardly for a second, until Ford walks up and hugs Stan. Stan smiles and hugs him back. Ford’s grip tightens and he buries his head in Stan’s shoulder.
“Thank you…”
A Fading Day~Part 2
TW: Su!c!de, self harm
Sorry this is short!
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Stan slowly walked back to the boat, wiping the tears from his eyes as he walked.
When he walked on, he felt he didn’t belong there.
Stan didn’t want to be here.
He slowly walked over to his room, trying to not make any noise while going past the study. When he got there, he closed the door silently.
Then, Stan grabbed a pocket knife out of his drawer.
He made a small incision on his arm.
And another.
And another.
And another.
After a couple minutes, his arm was covered in blood.
Finally, he felt some sort of happiness. He liked the pain.
He fell down onto the floor, smiled and in a hoarse voice, he whispered: “Do you like me now, Sixer?...”
Then, everything went black.
Gone But Still Here~Part One
Geez, I have been working on this fanfic for a while.
Please enjoy!
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“Stan, can you…uh… come down to my lab with me?”
“Why Sixer? What d’ya need?”
“I…um… would like to do some experiments before summer ends.”
“Alright, be there in a second.”
Stan walked over to the vending machine, with his twin brother standing by it, waiting for him. As Stan and Ford went on to the elevator, Stan noticed Sixer had them going to the 2nd floor, which he had never been to. He never really knew it existed.
As they got off, Stan saw it was a huge mess. At first Ford was ok, looking at all the Bill Cipher stuff he had, but then, he got very shaky.
“You ok Sixer?”
“…”
Ford dropped down onto the floor, grasping the firm ground with all of his 12 fingers. He was trying to make himself know what’s real and what’s not. Ford started to breathe very fast.
Stanley immediately ran to his side.
Ford grabbed Stan’s shoulders, feeling like he was still being choked by the chains and still being electrocuted by Him.
“Ford, I need you to breathe and calm down.”
“S-Stanley... H-He t-tormented me!... H-He tricked me!...”
Stan knew he was in pain. He could tell how much this yellow dorito demon scarred his brother.
“KIDS! FORD’S HAVING A PANIC ATTACK!”
Somehow, Dipper heard that, immediately told Mabel and ran down to the basement. They pressed the button to go to the second floor, and ran towards Ford when they got there.
“Grunkle Ford!”
“Great-Uncle Ford!”
Dipper and Mabel go to his sides and hug him, let go, but still keep a hand on his back.
Ford’s grip tightens on Stan’s shoulders.
Stan brings Ford’s head up so he can look at him.
“Hey, it’s ok. He’s gone…”
“N-No… I-I f-fear he’s s-still a-alive…”
Alright, I didn’t want it to come to this, but it needs to happen.
Stan slowly puts his arms around Ford.
“Sixer, it’s ok. Even if he’s not dead, we have your back.”
Ford grasps Stan as tears are streaming down his face. He felt lightheaded, as if he was going to pass out.
“...I-It’s not that S-Stan…”
Then, everything goes black.
A Fading Day~Part One
TW: Mention of su!c!de
Oh my god this took a long time! Anyways, enjoy!~
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“Thank you?! You really think I'm gonna thank you after what you did 30 years ago?!?!”
Stan awoke with a start.
Just a dream…
Calm down, Stan.
Calm down.
He looked over at his clock, and in bright green letters it read 6:28 AM.
Welp, seems like a good time as ever to get up.
Stan sat up from his bed, feeling a little nauseous. He brushed it off, walked over to the closet, and put on his normal clothes. A gray t-shirt, blue pants, red beanie, and headed to the kitchen
Stan walked into the kitchen, seeing Ford at the table drinking coffee and looking at maps.
“Mornin’, Pointdexter.”
“Why must you always call me that? Just because I like reading, doesn’t mean I'm some kind of nerd!”
“Woah, geez, calm down Sixer. It’s just a nickname.”
“Well I don’t like it, Lee.”
“I’ve told you not to call me that…”
“Well, if you stop calling me Pointdexter, then I won’t call you Lee.”
“Fine…”
Stan didn’t have a good feeling about today. This morning when he woke up, he felt worse than usual.
But Stan being Stan, he decided to brush it off.
He grabs a mug from the cabinet, and notices there’s no more coffee in the coffee pot.
“Ford, did you drink all the coffee?”
“Yes, we don’t have any more left.”
Stan sighs, and walks over to the table to sit down.
“What’s the route for today?”
“I haven’t finished it yet, be patient.”
Stan, being bored, decided he was going to take a walk on the boardwalk, maybe down to the beach. He headed towards the door when Ford stopped him.
“Woah, woah, woah, where are you going?”
“I’m gonna take a walk on the beach, stop being so protective.”
“I’m not trying to be protective, I just want you to let me know next time! Don’t just leave the boat!”
“Alright, alright, geez, I get it.”
Stan takes just one step off the boat when he hears Ford call back:
“Actually, come back in. I’m almost done with the plans, it’ll probably only take 10 minutes for me to finish them.”
“Ugh. Ford, can I take a 10 minute walk then?”
“No, it’ll be quick. Come back on the boat.”
“Sixer, can I not spend a second off this boat without you telling me to come back?!? I wanna be alone! I want privacy for once!!”
“I’m just asking you to get back on the boat!”
“No! I’m not going to! Now leave me be, I'm going to take a walk.”
“You know what? Fine! I didn’t care about it anyway. But I guess YOU don’t care about the line ‘wherever we go, we go together’!!”
Stan whipped his head around, shocked by what his brother had said.
“W-what? I-I do care about it! We- just-...”
“Do me a favor Stan… Don’t talk to me for a while…”
The rest of the day felt silent.
Stan avoided going to the boat at all costs, only going there for snacks and others.
He hated everything he had done, and he wished this day never happened. Stan sat on the beach, crying, wondering why he was alive and realized what a jerk he was and saw why Sixer would never say thank you.
Dad was right about me all along.
I thought he was being mean, but now I see that I am really a screw up.
I’m an awful person…
I wish I could d!e…
Maybe then Ford would like me…
The Day It All Went Down
Part Two
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Stan sat on his bed, crying like a baby, as he would call it.
One goddamn mistake cost me my future and my brother…
It’s been 30 years and he’s still mad, even after I saved him from the stupid portal…
He then notices the knife on his desk from earlier that day. He sees it and quickly backs away from his bed.
The trunk… the trunk of that car…
When that happened, Stan had been stabbed
I-don’t-know-how-many times, and he was in so much pain. It was almost impossible to get out of the trunk, but he managed to do it, somehow.
He grabbed the knife off his desk and sunk to the ground. He looked at it, its metal shining in the moonlight from the small window in his room.
Then he remembered an incident from when he and Ford were kids.
“Stanley! Fordsie! Come out, don’t be shy. I don’t bite…”
No… no… nonononono!... Stan dropped the knife.
Stan and Ford lived in the city as a kid, so it was decently dangerous. One day when Ford and Stan were working on the Stan O’ War, a strange man came out of the shadows and scooped them up. He told them to be quiet or else he would stab one of them. Stan and Ford both knew they couldn’t live without each other, so they kept quiet.
He took them to an abandoned warehouse, which had guns, knives and other weaponry. The man tied them up so they couldn’t escape.
Stan somehow managed to grab a small knife out of a box behind him and cut the ropes to save him and Ford, but the guy went looking for them. Stan and Ford had hidden in a closet by the door, and when the man wasn’t looking, they escaped.
They both were scarred by that experience though.
“Stan? May I come in? I-I wanna talk to you about something… I-I mean someone….”
No…no…
He picked the knife up once again. He looked at it, and made a small incision on his arm. Then another. And another. And another. The pain felt good.
“Stanley? Please answer me…”
“...”
Stan just made more and more incisions as the blood bled on to the floor to the sides next to him.
“Stan.”
“no…” Stan whispered in a hoarse voice.
“Stan, you haven’t locked the door so I'm coming in.”
As Ford opened the door, he stood in shock as he saw what his brother had done to himself.
“...S-Stanley?”
I love this artwork created by one of my Facebook friends 💕💗💖🗣️‼️‼️‼️💕💗💖✨
Happy birthday to the original twins 💕✨💖💗
Thanks to him, my beautiful husband Stanley Pines exists.
quick sketch to cheer our favorite old man victory
Everyone in Gravity Falls is a better person than me cause I would have told that little shit Gideon to kill himself within seconds of meeting him ooooooohhhhhhh my goddddddd
They truly are same vibes
Found this on a random part of the internet and decided to post it
OK
thanks you you lovely lovely folks, i have a fic idea
There will be to twin peices, once following stand, one following ford, and then an end one that merges the two stories.
I dont wanna give too many spoilers, but here are the titles, and see if yall can guess what im thinking
If not, youll just have to wait >:)
feels so GOOD for this fandom to be revived man
Send me Reader x Ford/ Reader x Stan one-shots yall would like to see and I'll try to write em up
I wanna write but the ideas aren't ideaing TT
Stan = Crime Grandpa
Ford = Nerd Grandpa
Rick = Alcohol Grandpa
I feel like Rick would be mad he's not crime Grandpa
Imagine that argument 🤣🤣🤣🤣
"H-has Stan ever been wanted by the guys 'run-rUUUUUUNning' the galaxy?!"
"No, but you see, committing crimes is Stan's main thing whereas your crimes are moreso just a side-effect-"
"IVE BLOWN UP PLANETS AND HES THE CRIMINAL?!"
"MAYBE STOP MAKING ADDICTION YOUR WHO DANG PERSONALITY AND THEN YOU CAN BE TERRORIST GRANDPA"
"YOU LITTLE-"
Nothing in brain, just my favorite three old men.
GRUNKLE STUNKLE WINS THE FUNKLE BUNKLE REFERENCE RAHHHH 🦅🦅🦅
shoutout to striped shirt kiddos with bandages and brown hair. gotta be one of my favorite genders
ford is so hubris-laden-musical-protag coded so here's some class doodles of him going through the horrors
(& bonus angst comic below the cut?!)
all right, ya undead jerks, you ready to die twice?
testing out a new brush/rendering process (with the most badass grunkle ever of course)!
the book of bill was pretty cool
"RATIO HER NOW GOHAN, YOU CAN'T LET HER WIIIIIIIIIIIIIIN!"
No seriously how the f**k is a pig muppet winning we can't let this happen
This contest will be in two parts, part one will be Stan vs Miss Piggy and Morticia vs Loop, and the next and last part will be the two winners competing against each other for the title of the Ultimate 2025 Tumblr Sexyperson
Just realised I haven’t posted in a hot minute so here!
Have an old animation (?) that never got completed.
Some ideas of grown up Hogarth in Gravity Falls :3
this is INCREDIBLE
So who do YOU think did it 🤨⁉️
Phone Psychic Stan! Call 800-555-STAN for a 5$ Totally Accurate Fortune! Must be 18+, No refunds.
Just a silly lil AU i have cooking. DW guys, i haven’t forgotten about blind eye!stan, i just accidentally chose the most COMPLICATED art style for the first piece so i’m finding a good middle ground :)
Ford is Not Amused when he finds out about Psychic Stan- he calls anonymously and gets an… ominous reply about Triangles? Typical Stan.
Caryn is absolutely THRILLED about this.
Here's the mini comic of Dipper's nightmare! I know the idea of Mabel being the one to have the nightmare about pushing the button has been played with before, but I wanted to explore that with Dipper. (Also sort of a way to include some bonding time with Stan). Plus I think they both benefit having a more serious talk like this.
The magic 8-ball
Rip stanley you would have loved Avon
