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unculturedmamoswine · 1 year

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Gravity Falls Fic: Sweet Dreams

My fic for day 3 of @polyshipweek! I chose the prompt bed sharing, and the ship Ford/Fiddleford/Emma-May. This extremely self-indulgent fic is Fiddleford’s college life told through beds and how many people can fit in them. (Also it’s a happy-ending au, spoilers lol) You can read it under the cut or on AO3 here.

For one person, Fiddleford’s bed at Backupsmore is just fine. Creaky and squeaky and don’t smell too good, but it’s a perfectly tolerable size. His roommate’s a heavy sleeper and so any tossing and turning Fiddleford might do won’t wake him up. Once he's used to sleeping in a new place, he's pretty happy with it.

A little over a year in, Fiddleford finds his bed just ain’t remotely workable for two people. Emma-May isn’t staying over much early on, of course, but when they might want a bed, they don’t have one that’s guaranteed private. Ford’s not home a lot of the time, though. He’s out late studying and working on his theories and doing other odd things that Fiddleford doesn’t want to call ‘magic’ or ‘witchcraft’ but... Well, anyhow, even though Ford isn't always around, Fiddleford doesn't want to risk being walked in on, so he and Emmy keep it clean in his room.

It would be nice if they could stay over at Emma-May’s place every now and then, but Emmy lives with her mama. And she’s a lovely woman, seems quite nice, but she’s always home at night. She never spends the night anywhere else, which means there’s not a snowball’s chance in heck that Fiddleford and Emma-May could possibly get away with a little time spent alone together except when Emma-May drags Fiddleford home the odd afternoon that Ms. Dixon ain’t there.

One Thursday night when Fiddleford’s twenty, he and Emma-May get a touch carried away in his dorm room for the first time. (Not the first ever time– see above. Just the first time in the dorm room.) After, Emma-May pulls on a shirt from the dresser (one of Ford’s, as it happens) and they cuddle themselves to sleep like young fools who’re falling quick into love.

In the morning, it’s clear that Ford’s been and gone: books on his bedside table switched out, new dirty laundry in the form of yesterday’s shirt shoved under his bed, the smell of his cheap shampoo hovering in the room, and his bed now made when it had been a mess before. Fiddleford blushes at the thought of Stanford seeing him and Emma asleep together; embarrassed, guilty maybe, and even a little annoyed, though he doesn’t have any right to be. If anything, Ford is probably the one frustrated at his roommate having his girlfriend over without so much as a sock on the doorknob.

Ford, though, who whines about Fiddleford’s banjo playing til he’s blue in the face, doesn’t bring Emma-May up to him once. He doesn’t tease or joke or open his mouth to ask a single thing about her staying over.

Thursdays become days when Ford’s regularly out late and comes back to their room real sneakily, leaving before Emma-May or Fiddleford are up. And every other Monday, too. Fiddleford figures it’s coincidence or that Ford is being remarkably considerate of Fiddleford’s need for sex. He hopes Ford is getting what he needs too, and wonders if Ford’s seeing anyone, and why he hasn’t told Fiddleford anything about it if he is. And if he thinks about it a bit more than most men might think of their pals’ sex lives, so what? Fiddleford’s got a girlfriend, so anything any inner voices of his might say about his interest any handsome fellas who know their way around a polydimensional model of theoretical hyper-magnetic waves can go take a hike.

But back to his actual bed– it’s alright for sex, even if it is too loud. And at least during sex folks are pressed pretty close together most of the time so the lack of space ain’t the worst thing. But Emma-May’s a big gal, and Fiddleford might be wiry but he’s tall, and he likes to have a little elbow room when he’s sleeping. When Emma-May stays over, they both have to lie on their sides, usually with Fiddleford’s arm jammed under Emmy’s ribs. More than once he’s awoken to find he can’t feel his hand, and she complains of bruises. It’s overall sweaty and unpleasant, particularly since Fiddleford is often too hot at night even when he’s alone.

He doesn't want to seem ungrateful, but sometimes he doesn’t get a wink of sleep when Emmy stays over.

It’s absolutely not possible, Fiddleford eventually learns, for three people to sleep in one of his dorm’s tiny little beds. When he’s presented with the really dang nice, even downright enviable problem of what to do with the tall, muscly bodies of the two smart, sweet, funny, goofy, good-lookin’ honeys he now has all to himself, he wants to laugh and maybe just tear out his hair. Only a little, just a touch.

(This is, he knows, looking at things through rose-colored glasses. In the fraught time between being ‘a guy with a girlfriend and a best friend’ and ‘a guy with a girlfriend and a boyfriend’, he has his room all to himself more times than he would like. He’s so wracked with guilt and shame that he can’t hardly sleep sometimes, even with all the space his empty bed affords him. He and Ford and Emma-May are all different combinations of embarrassed and hurt and angry, and it’s hard, it’s dang hard to get it all to work. Once it does start to work, the bed problem is a nice problem to have.)

There isn’t room for all of them on one bed, and the way the room’s laid out, there’s no way to push the beds together without blocking the door, so that’s out. The floor’s filthy, and the biggest patch of open space down there is even smaller than one of the mattresses anyway, so they can’t sleep on the floor, either.

One saving grace is that Ford turns out to be a tenacious cuddler. Awake, he can listen to a request for some space. Asleep, he won’t leave a body alone, which Emmy, seemingly, doesn’t mind too much. So when she stays over, which happens more and more as the months go on, she sleeps with Ford a good bit of the time. It’s a boon for Fiddleford, who gets his bed to himself but can still hear the soft noises of Ford and Emma-May shifting and breathing and snoring all over each other across the small room.

Awake, Fiddleford, Emma-May, and Stanford can fit on one bed only if they all sit up and squish themselves together, which they do sometimes, just to spend time all together as a three-man couple, as Emmy calls it. Ford says he doesn’t mind Fiddleford and Emma-May being the public face of whatever it is they are (as Ford calls it) and to his credit, it seems genuine. It is nice, though, to have one room in one building where the truth can be told. Fiddleford likes being able to kick his legs across Ford’s lap in their room as easily as he takes Emma-May’s hand in public.

When it comes to sex with three people, the logistics alone would be difficult enough without the bed problem. (Worth it, though. Phew.) As it is, there’s an awful lot of kicking, elbowing, bruising, and cursing that goes on when they try to all get frisky together.

That’s a problem that eventually sorts itself out, because while Em has graduated by the time Fiddleford and Ford near the end of their time at BMU, she’s working lots to try to save up (for their future lives together, none of them admit.) Stanford is so mired in his own studies that he quits his part-time job in order to keep his nose to the grindstone and get that PhD he’s after. Fiddleford ain’t much better off, spending every free moment in the library or the manufacturing technology building.

The upshot of all this is that, during the ‘74-’75 school year, it’d be easier to find hen’s teeth than a free couple of hours they all three share. They become something closer to three two-person couples than one three-person one. Fiddleford will snatch a night of sleep in Ford’s bed here, a quick lunch with Em there, and he thinks maybe Emmy and Ford have taken to using her bed at her mom’s place for the purpose she and Fiddleford used to, a little afternoon delight when they can manage it.

Ford tells them he’s found a place he wants to go after college when they’re all on their beds, one exceedingly rare Sunday afternoon together. Ford’s seated on his own mattress, looking across at Fiddleford and Emma-May on Fiddleford’s bed, an odd mix of solemnity and anticipation on his face. It’s an occasion that Ford clearly goes into planning for a breakup. If it were just Fiddleford alone with him, it might have ended up that way, but the three of them all together have something different going on, some kind of strange chemical makeup bonding them together, maybe.

Sure, they do a fair bit of yelling. Emmy cries, Ford looks darn close, and they all end up moving from bed to bed as they alternately argue and make up in odd little bursts of frustrated affection and anxiety. For his part, Fiddleford expected this to end eventually just because, when you get down to it, even people as eccentric as Emmy and Ford and him don’t end up in ‘three-man couples’, it’s just not done. Ford calls him out on it, Fiddleford points out that it was Ford, not him, that was planning on cuttin’ and runnin’, and Emma-May says they’re both acting like cowards. Ford reiterates that this was inevitable, seeing as college relationships end either in breakups or marriage and, well, Fiddleford thinks that’s quite an idea.

He and Emmy are already on Ford’s bed, so he tugs Ford down with them and it’s clear that Ford sees what’s coming by the way his eyes get huge. Fiddleford knows he’s got a crazy grin on, and he only gets about four words in before Emmy is crying again.

It’s surely not the most romantic place for a proposal, but, dingy and tiny though the room may be, it’s still the place the three of them have been able to be themselves the most often, so Fiddleford wouldn’t change a thing about the setting.

They finally get a bed big enough for all of them after moving to Gravity Falls. It’s one Emma-May finds for sale from some weird hippie couple in Albany who makes them, probably for people just like the three of them, Ford points out. Em makes a platform for it while Ford and Fiddleford go to pick it up, and when they’ve wrestled it into the house they fall onto the naked mattress together, exhausted and happy and having realized that they don’t have any sheets that’ll fit the huge thing and they’re probably going to have to make their own.

That night is the first they ever spend all sleeping in one bed. Emma-May curls up behind Ford and wraps her arm around him. Fiddleford watches them drowsily from across the mattress until he can’t keep his eyes open.

Probably only an hour later Fiddleford rouses, feeling the mattress move. Ford, still asleep, slowly advances toward him, Emmy’s arm apparently not enough to keep him in one place. In fact, Emma-May is following along behind Ford, who’s trying to take her arm with him. Fiddleford smiles, letting his eyes close again. He inches closer to Ford and Emmy, figuring that he ought to have seen this coming. Fiddleford slings his free arm over them both, palm resting on Emma-May’s ribs. As if they’ve planned it, Ford and Em heave identical deep, contented sighs. Fiddleford snorts at them. He’s signed up for a lifetime of never having a bed to himself again, with these two around.

Oh, well. There’s much worse fates.

#my fic #gravity falls #polyshipweek23 #polyshipweek day 3 #bed sharing #ford/fidds/em

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standforford · 2 years

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tbh i still stand by my headcanon that the one who was pro-leg warmers in the leg warmers debate was ford, not fiddleford

#stanford pines #Fiddleford McGucket #Journal 3 #it's just too hilarious to pass up #imagine ford being judgmental about fidds' tacky fashion choices and then turning around and being pro-leg warmers #my posts #my headcanons #my hcs

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aceloha · 1 year

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WEREVGOING TO EATVTHE AMONGUS BURGER

#AGAAAAGGHA I CSNT DO IT GIRL #I AM SO TIRED I STAY UP TOLL LIKE 2 WVEEY FUCKING BIGHTH FOING HOMEWORK #I HAVE SO MCUH TO DO DTOLL #BEVAUSEBI HAD TO READ 100 PAGES AND ANNOAYATEBAND ANNAKAYS AND THEN I HAD TIBELABE SHOOL EARLY FOR THERAPY AND GOV #ASSIGNEMR A BUFE HW FOR RTONGIGHT AND I HAVE TO ORAPRE A SPEECH TOR TOMMROW AND I HAVE TO KAKE #5 SKETXH BOOK ENETIRES A PAINTING SND NOW ABUNCH OF DRICKERS BTBMONEDU #I AM LITTERALKY AT MY LAST FUCKING STRAW #I CANT DUCKING EAT BEVAUSE IM WORKING SO MICH AND IN SO STREESSED MY FUCKING SIZE SMALL PAKTS NOW FUCKIGN FALL OFF WTF #AND PEOOLE STILL HAVE THE BALLS TO MAKE FUN OF ME FOR EATING ONE OREO LIKE IK SORRY IMM SOREY OH NO SUGAR SOBSCARRY I WEIGH 80 FUCKING POUND #U SHIT FOR BRAINS AAAAAAGG AND MY ELTEAXHERS ACT LIKE IM SOOOO FUCKING LAZY BEVAUSE IM TARDJE ONCE HAHAHSHSHSHS ONE TIME AND THEY ACT LIKE #I ASKED FOR 5000 DOLLARS AND TO KILL THEIR FUCKING GRANDPABAND FIVKING I ASK FOR AN EXTENTION OOOONCE IN ENLGLISH AJD I HAVE A 504 IBOAY FOR #THAT BUT NO HE JUST GRILACES AND SAYS JUST THIS ONCE ONE WHOLE DAY AFTER CONGRADUALTING ME FOR BEINGG THE MOST PROFUCTIVE STUDENT IN HIS CL #CLASS THIS YEAR AND THE FUCKING GOV TEACHER IM ONE OF 5 WITHOUT KISSING WORK 5 I FUCKING AND THEN SHE GETS MAD BECAUSE I WAS LATE DUE TO A #FUCKING PRACTOCE AP TEST AJSJSJSJDLFKTJ AND MY FUCKING CERAMICS TEACHER OOOH MY GOD #HAVE U EVER WOKEN UP AND DECODED TO CRUSH A KIDS DREAM? WELL HE DID!! I STAYED UP TIL 5 AM DOING WHAT I THOUGHT WAS THE ASSIGNMENT BECAUSE #HE DOESNT PIST JEW ASSIGNMENTS ITS THE SAME VLASSROOM FROM 2018 SO I YHOUGHTS THATS WHAT I HAD TO DO SO HE TOLD ME TO JUST QUIT ART BECAUSE #‘I DIDNT HAVE WHAT IT TOOK’ BECAUSE I FIDD THE WROG GFIFIKVING SSOSHNEMTN SHDHDJDKFKFKFJFKKFKF AHAHAHHA HAHS #AND I PASSERD OUT EARLY LAST NJGHT SND DIDNT GET TO PACK MY BAD SO I WAS A FEW MINUTES LATE SO MY MOM YELLED ST ME THE ENTIRE DRIVE TO SCHOO #CUZ IT WAS SOOOOO ITESPEOKSIBLE OF ME AND I SHOULD HAVE KNOE TO PACK UP WHEN I WAS TIRED BUT HERES THE THING!!! I ALWAYSBSTART PACKING EHEN #IM TIRED! I WAS JUST EXAUHAAYED FROM GETTING 3 HOURS OF SLEEP EACH NIGHT AND FEEL ASLEEP SITTING UP DOING MY HW ONE TIME!! AND THAT WAS SOOO #LAZY OF ME HDJFKFKTKTKK I BOUGHT A WEIGHTED BLANKET RECENTLY BUT SHE WONT LET ME HAVE IT UNTIL MY ROOMS CLEAN AS IF I WVEN HAVE FREE TIME #TO DO STUFF I LIKE IN THE FIRST PLACE FHFJFJFJ AND NOW I CANT PARTICIPATE IN SPLATFEST BECAUSE SHE THINKS THAT THE HOUR I SPEND WORKING ARE #SPENT ON MY PHONE SO SHES DRAGGING ME TO THE MOUNTSINS EVEN THO I TOLD HER I CANT EVEN SKI FOR A FUCKING DAY DU TO HOMEWORK #AND FUCK FJFJFJF EVEYRONES JUST SO PISSY ST ME FOR TRHIJG MY FIVKING HADRESY EVEN MY FROEND GOT FUCKING MAD BECAUSEY WORK LOAD MADE IT SEEM #LIKE I WAS BORED LISTENING TO THEM TALK FOR 12 FUCKING HOURS STRAIGHT EVERY SINGLE DAY EVEN THO THE SECOND I TRY TO SHARE NAYTJING THEY GO #OFFLINE OR JUST GLAZE OVER IT OR NOT EVEN READ EVEN THO ITS LIKE 30 MINUTES OF ME TALKING EHEN THEY SPEND EVERY SINGLE DAY TALKING #AND THEY GOT SO MAD I TOOK AWHILE TO RESPOND BEVAUSE I HAD 70 PAGES TO READ AND ANNOATTE 3 PAGES OF ANALYIS TO WRITE AND 5 ARTICLES TO READ #WEITE HALF PAGES EACH ON ALL DUE IN INE DAY #i cant do this man i’m actually like this is it HSJDJ eveeyones so disappointed and mad at me for taking school seriously but having my #struggles i think i’ll just jump off a bridge the next time some one drags me down. ANYWAY XOXO LOVE U TUMBLR 💖💖💖💖

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heartbeetz · 2 years

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I talked about canon arospec Ford the other day but now I'm also thinking about when this ↓ was revealed

Fellas is it gay to be represented by rainbows before you're officially revealed to the audience?

#it's not but it is #more importantly (and as I said last time) :#fellas is it gay to do whatever all that journal 3 stuff with fidds was? (the answer is yes btw)#me 🤝 stanford <- mlm arospec people #win!#roz posts #♡: 👓📚🌲

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fraterfalls · 4 months

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“So… Yer tellin’ me. Ya brought me all the way up to Gravity Falls. Just to turn yer computer on and off?”

“What?! I- I swear something was terribly wrong with it a few days ago!”

“Mhm. When was the last time ya slept? Or got yerself a haircut? Ya look like a right mess.”

“Fiddleford!”

“Look, Stanford, I reckon I’ve known you long enough to know when you’re overworkin’ yourself.”

“That isn’t important right now. I’ll let the kids know you fixed the computer-”

“Turned it on and off…”

“-and we can get to catching up, since you’re here. It's been so long since you visited..."

#do you love the color of the bill banishment post #SDJDSJAS okay i've had this scene in my head FOR A MONTH NOW #IM SO FUCKING GLAD I FINALLY GOT AROUND TO ITTT #SAY HI TO PARALLEL FIDDS !!! he's so cool and so crinkly and definitely mentally well #up until now i've only ever alluded to him very vaguely. he is here now tho :)#and yes he still is missing a Proper back hair tuft. just like canon x #i would've given him a mullet like i do every male character within my sight but i must commit #happy with how this turned out :3 #gravity falls #lore dump #bill cipher #parallel ford #parallel fiddleford #<- NEW TAG !!!!!!#ferret's art

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abyssalzones · 7 months

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idk man

(and credit to divorcedfiddleford for the video that inspired the first drawing)

giving additional context for some of these

3rd pic: So I have some very specific thoughts on how the "a better world" stuff all plays out but namely I don't think it was a.... painless or easy process trying to get bill out of both their dimension and ford's head. I think it's better if it's ambiguous

4th: more parallel ford including eye injury detail, he's in his 40's here

5th: okay now I'm really getting off the rails but please god bear with me. along the lines of "things probably didn't get easier right away if bill was still threatening parallel ford" I had this crazy 3 am thought of "oh man what if ford voluntarily had fiddleford erase something from his mind so he could come to terms with it Later when they weren't pressed for time." if the situation was dire enough for ford (say, leaving him unable to sleep or focus on protecting their dimension from bill) I think he could very well have been pushed to use the memory gun. then again maybe I'm insane

6: this is parallel fidds again sorry I'm obsessed with him helping ford build a fucking death ray to destroy bill

8: this has some dialogue I thought about when I was fleshing out jheselbraum for a waaay future ad astra chapter but I ended up cutting it. sad

#gravity falls #fiddleford mcgucket #stanford pines #fiddauthor #a better world au #uhm. do their parallel counterparts have a tag... whatever they're the same #i know the 'a better world' stuff in journal 3 is divisive but listen to me Listen to me i think it has so much potential.#because there's sooo muchhhh we don't know about it #lab creations

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bugsinshoes · 1 month

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@attemptingtobeanartist I LOST YOUR ASK BUT HERE THEY ARE !!!

ford and fidds being gay <3 this is just me finding an excuse to spread my old men yaoi propaganda

plus the bonus grumpy 3rd wheel stan :3

#stanford pines #fiddleford mcgucket #fiddauthor #stanley pines #gravity falls #art tag

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fordford · 4 months

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also not a request but i freaking loveeee your art style and how it looks on fidds and ford :3 ok have a nice day

THANK YOU here have these guys i drew but didnt post

#gravity falls #fiddauthor #doodles

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queerplatonicshipshowdown · 3 months

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Quarterfinals, Match 3

Stanford Pines and Fiddleford McGucket (Fiddauthor) from Gravity Falls vs. Moomintroll and Snufkin (Snufmin) from Moominvalley!

Propaganda for Fiddauthor:

very very close guys who do mad science together and also lived together for a little while

1. College roomies. 2. Ford called Fiddleford later on, asked him to cone to Gravity Falls, and they temporarily moved in together (on account of Fidds having a wife and child back in Palo Alto or something).

They Were Roommates. And DnD nerds, unhinged scientists (one of them made a deal with a demon and put a metal plate in their skull to prevent possession from said demon, the other builds homicidal robots and made a memory-erasing cult.), Best Friends, etc. Ford also wrote things like how they talked about their futures while star gazing, "my poor. beleaguered assistant".... stuff like that. TL;DR: roommates, played DnD one-on-one, and Ford talked about Fiddleford a LOT in his journal.

Propaganda for Snufmin:

BASICALLY. The author of the original books was a queer woman and Moomintroll kinda was her self insert. At some point she had a relationship with a man who was always traveling so they had to break up. So she made Snufkin's character, who was inspired by this man, and Snufkin and Moomintroll's relationship was inspired by both of them. But at this point of time you couldn't make queer rep in a book, so it was never canon, only ambiguous. However, the creators of the most recent cartoon, Moominvalley, are clearly aware of this backstory and made them even more ambiguous. Kind of "ambiguous best friends"... And ambiguous best friends is like, the perfect trope for queerplatonic headcanons.

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eldragon-x · 11 months

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That anon got me thinking about Bill ruining Ford's life actually can we talk about that

#Journal 3 sure did use the opportunity to make Bill more fucked up #tho to be fair the show already established that they had a weird mix of a friendship and a muse-worshipper relationship #which unfortunately doesnt really get explored I feel but regardless J3 just makes it so much more devastating because it goes a little mor #into detail #screaming crying throwing up whenever I think about bill causing ford to start distrusting fidds #like they were clearly pretty good friends but in the span of *two years* ford grew to trust bill so much that he believed him more than #fiddleford even when shit went horribly downhill #and Again ford wouldve CONTINUED trusting bill post-mcgucket-portal-incident if things didnt spill out #fords life fell apart in one night. god.#the fact that ford also put enough trust into bill to allow him to possess him whenever he was asleep. which turned into a living fucking #nightmare post-betrayal

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mlmshipbracket · 6 months

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ROUND 1: POLL #9

Fiddauthor art by stephreynaart

ROUND 1 ALL POLLS [HERE]

PROPAGANDA BELOW

Phoenix Wright/Miles Edgeworth:

One of the best examples of friends to strangers to “enemies” to lovers. Despite being technically enemies they still help each other through the game. The way they talk to each other is extremely telling of their relationship. You can really just feel the tension between these two. The fact Phoenix becomes a lawyer just to have a chance at seeing Edgeworth again(after knowing him for like a few months when they were kids).The whole “unnecessary feelings” line Edgeworth gives. The unwavering trust Phoenix puts in Edgeworth through the last case of the game.

Fiddleford Hadron Mcgucket/Stanford Fillbrick Pines:

1) There was only one bed in the bunker and i will never get over that

2) they had a BIG breakup fight

3) they broke up twice actually (head canon) / they went to college together

4) they drive each other insane (literally) and also Fidds tries to erase Ford's memory so take that as you will

5) they get to reconnect and heal 30 years later asfhljklafk

6)they adopted an alien child lmao

7) they are bloody adorable together

#phoenix wright #miles edgeworth #phoenix wright/miles edgeworth #wrightworth #ace attorney #fiddleford hadron mcgucket #stanford fillbrick pines #fiddleford hadron mcgucket/stanford filbrick pines #fiddauthor #gravity falls #tumblr poll #tumblr bracket #mlm ship #mlm ship poll #mlm ship bracket #mlm ship bracket tournament #mlm ship bracket 2023 #mlm ship bracket tournament 2023 #thirdr1

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satoruxx · 10 months

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omg so like i saw ur event open and uhm what afe akaashi + this side of paradise by coyote theory 🫶

pairing: akaashi keiji x reader | 2.1k+ words summary: college au, student akaashi, pining (ofc), basically reader monologuing about her crush on akaashi for 2k words (i mean same), both of them are introverted af tho, which means they're both idiots (i'm speaking from experience hehe), nerds being nerds, overall just lots of fluff and overthinking !! a/n: AKIIIII hello hello <333 ty for sending this in lovely !! can you believe this is my first time writing for a haikyuu character?? and it so happens to be akaashi skhfkdjds i adore him !! this was so cute to write i was kicking my feet and giggling. i remember being obsessed with this song a few years ago and now that i wrote this i've been listening to it on repeat !! anyways i hope you enjoy this hehe <3

literature class was by far your favorite one of the day. you liked the stories you got to read, because it meant that you could fall into a world of your own and let your mind race with ideas. you liked how kind the professor was, passionately speaking about a subject only few could teach. you liked that it was an afternoon class, not too early for sleep to still be clinging to your eyes and yet not too late for the day's exhaustion to hit your body.

and you liked the way akaashi keiji looked as he intently listened to the lecture.

it was an accident at first. you'd gone into the lecture hall on the first day as early as you could, just so that you could scope out the corner most seat. the one away from the front where all eyes rest, but close enough from the far back so you could still pay attention. it was a fairly unpopular place to sit, so you wouldn't have to worry about any chatty seatmates trying to pull you out of your comfort zone.

only after a week of class, during one of the more boring lectures when your focus was waning and your eyes were wandering, did you notice him. akaashi keiji sitting in the row in front of you, closer to the other side of the room but angled in the perfect position for you to see his side profile.

his fingers curl under his chin as he rests his face in his palm, glasses sliding down the bridge of his nose precariously. he doesn't seem to mind though, eyes roaming over the board before settling on the professor again. occasionally, he'll look down at his notes to jot something down and then fidde with the pen mindlessly.

you just think he happens to look very pretty.

not that you'd ever tell him that.

no, you'd much rather stay hidden in your quiet corner of the lecture hall, where you can simply observe from the side. where you can avoid opening your mouth because oh god you know if you ever spoke you'd make an absolute fool of yourself.

it's better for you to remain alone, because that's how you've always preferred it to be. that's how you like it.

you think maybe that's why you're drawn to akaashi keiji.

he reminds you of yourself. always alone but never unhappy. he seems to enjoy solitude, just like you do. even when you manage to catch a glimpse of him around campus, he is by himself, nose buried in a book or pencil dragging against sheets of paper. he'll occasionally have headphones plugged into his ears, drowning out the world in a way you know all too well.

you like that about him, how similar he is to you. sometimes your friends will tell you that you need to socialize more, because human interaction is healthy and required and oh so important. they're right, but they don't understand how difficult it can be when you're so used to your own company. or when your brain is constantly conjuring up ideas on how strange you must look or sound. you think you'd much rather wait for the opportunity to socialize to fall right into your lap, not seek it out yourself.

so yes, in your opinion, it's completely acceptable to settle for just admiring akaashi keiji from afar. every time you sit in literature class you're grateful enough to just get the chance to see the small things he does. which pen he'll choose to write with for today's lecture, or whether he'll forgo paying attention to instead bury his face in a novel. that's enough for you.

but right now you need to push thoughts of akaashi keiji out of your head. you need to focus on finishing your reading assignment for literature class. and you want to focus, but it seems like every where you go someone is intent on making it as difficult as possible for you. you head to the library, and it's oddly loud in there. you try to find an empty classroom, and they're all filled with students. you just need a quiet place on campus where you could be alone and focus.

but you can't find any. you're about to give up and head back to your apartment when you spot a small alcove in one of the campus gardens, hidden by stone walls and leafy vines.

you send a quick thanks to the heavens and take a seat, making yourself comfortable and pulling out your book and notes. you don't know how long you sit there, cut off from the outside world as you read through pages and pages of the story, occasionally taking notes and rereading passages. you're only aware of the way the sun travels across the sky, indicating that time is indeed moving. you like it here, in this little space away from the rest of society, and you think you could remain here for so much longer.

"what do you think of it?"

you look up and your stomach drops as your eyes take in akaashi keiji standing over you, his bag slung over his shoulder. you only gape at him, not having enough time to prepare yourself for this sudden interaction. all you can manage is a stupid "huh?"

"the book. what were your thoughts?" he asks again, pointing down at the novel laying in your lap. you have to force yourself to stop staring at him and open your mouth.

"it's ridiculous." you answer lamely and akaashi's lips quirk upwards.

"it's a shakespearean tragedy..." he says and you suddenly think that your answer might've been a dumb one, but then he's nodding in what seems to be agreement. your breath catches as he bends down to take a seat next to you. "...of course it's got themes of ridiculousness."

the soft fabric of his sweater brushes against your skin and you almost choke, because your palms feel sweaty and your heart is racing and you think you might be breathing too loudly and-

"i felt the same way." he says, his finger coming to rest on one of the sticky notes you've put in the margin, where your summarized thoughts are scribbled down. "though i firmly believe desdemona was the true victim of the play."

you're still blinking at him owlishly, and you can practically see the way his shoulders drop as he attempts to withdraw his forwardness. "i'm sorry i shouldn't have-"

"i agree," you say hurriedly, effectively halting his words. "she deserved better than what she got. if i were her i would've blamed him for killing me instead of myself."

akaashi blinks, before a light smile graces his face, and he's nodding along with you. "for sure. leave it to the male main character to make the ending all about him."

you laugh before you can stop yourself, fiddling with the corners of the page. "i think we're dumbing it down a little too much."

"we probably are." akaashi muses, his fingers coming up to nudge at his glasses before they slip down his nose. he pauses for a second, glancing at you carefully before speaking again. "you...sit in the row behind me, right?"

oh no, has he noticed the way you stare at him? does he think you're creepy? you don't even want to hear what he has to say next. what if he-

"this is usually where i come to read alone. i've never seen anyone else here before." he continues, looking around the hidden little alcove.

you panic subsides and you immediately feel guilty. "oh shoot, i'm so sorry. i was looking for a quiet place to finish the book and i passed by here. i didn't mean to-"

akaashi is shaking his head immediately, hushing your apologies with a laugh. "no no, it's alright. i didn't mean to make you think i was angry about it. i don't mind sharing this spot. it works wonders when you need some quiet time."

maybe it's the tone of his voice or the way his eyes shine behind the frames of his glasses, but you find yourself relaxing before you can process it, giving him a half smile and a small shrug. "that's nice of you. i just...know how annoying it can be when people invade your space. especially when you want to be alone."

akaashi pauses, giving you a curious glance before his faces eases into a warm smile. he nods just slightly before shrugging. “that’s true. but…i don’t find myself all that annoyed right now.”

it’s obviously not meant in any other way but friendly, but that doesn’t stop his words from making your heart race. you only give him a shaky lopsided grin and try to take a leap of faith.

"well how did you feel about the ending monologue?" you ask, and akaashi chuckles, easing into the wall behind him as an invisible weight is lifted from his shoulders. he begins to answer your question, and a slight feeling of pride bubbles in your stomach.

you're actually talking to akaashi keiji. you took the leap of faith.

and it pays off because akaashi remains there with you for hours after that. you both take turns ranting about the novel, eventually drifting off into other topics that have the two of you easily conversing like you had been friends for years. by the time night has fallen and you both are packing your things, you're wondering why you were ever nervous to begin with.

“i’m glad that you found this place. it’s really peaceful.” you comment with an easy going smile and akaashi returns it almost immediately.

his tone is light when he speaks up. “you’re welcome back here anytime.”

you end up taking him up on the offer many times afterward.

a part of you worries that maybe he might find you annoying. but he always just gives you that soft smile, patting the ground next to him as he allows you to invade his space over and over again.

besides you don’t know this yet, but he only allows this for you.

because truthfully, akaashi keiji has thought you were pretty since the moment he first saw you in literature class. he’s not prideful enough to deny the way his eyes have drifted over to you during the lectures. to watch the way you tap your pen against your lips or to gaze at you when you doodle on the corner of your notes.

but he figured these feelings were something he'd keep to himself because god knows akaashi was nothing if not introverted. he would never have even dared to approach you and open his mouth since he knew in his gut that he would somehow fumble his words once he was in front of you. so why would he risk it? he wouldn't, he decided. he had made up his mind.

but then you're in front of him, curled up against the stone walls of his reading spot, all immersed in your book and his legs are carrying him forward before he can even process it. and then he's blurting out all these words while cursing himself internally because he can practically see the hesitation in your face as he basically forces you out of your comfort zone. why did he do it? he loved seeing you in your own little world, an easy smile on your face as you enjoyed your own company. now he's shattering your peace, dragging you out of it by the ankles and he wants to kick himself.

but you're always such a pleasant surprise, welcoming him into your space like it's nothing. and he knows it's not nothing. if there's anyone who can understand what a struggle it is to reach out a hand to someone, it's him. but he's grateful you built up the courage to continue a conversation with him. because now he finally has his foot in the door, and it's given him a confidence boost he sorely needed.

now that he meets you almost everyday in your shared little corner, talking about the most mundane and trivial things like it's always been a thing between you two, he feels better about what's to come. because he's dragged you into his space too, and you've become so integral to it that he can't imagine what it was like to be lonely in the first place.

but hopefully, you like being lonely with him too. because soon enough he's going to blurt out his true feelings in the form of a shaky jumbled confession, and all he can do is hope and pray you feel the same.

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gin-juice-tonic · 9 months

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How would Ford try to help Fidds with his ocd

in journal 3 ford teaches fiddleford some meditation tricks

It doesnt go well, and this leads Fiddleford to create the memory gun.

(i drew a goofy version of how this played out in my head a while ago)

i also redrew this picture from 2 years ago, because it still makes me laugh

While I genuinely think Ford wanted to and tried his best to help Fiddleford, he just really was not equipped for it.

(Also he kept scrambling his rubix cube!! Because he thought it was funny watching fiddleford re-solve it. He eventually came to realize it was important and stopped doing it, but like I said, it shows how unequipped he was)

#and he thought fiddleford rechecking formulas over and over was a good thing #ford honey fiddleford is not doing good #ask stuff

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ecruvianfancontent · 1 month

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FIDDLEFORD PSA!!!!!!

OKAY, THIS HAS BEEN DRIVING ME ABSOLUTELY BONKERS FOR A WHILE NOW.

Dear Fiddleford McGucket fanartists:

First of all: draw how you want. The following is not intended to be judgmental, just educational. <3

On to business:

Here is how you fingerpick a banjo.

This is three-finger. There are more styles, but this is how I play. (I did not include fingerpicks because Fidds doesn't use them in the show and they're a pain to draw; you can also play just fine without them, although they are useful.)

Fingerpicking is usually done on a five-string banjo. Old Man McGucket's theme sounds like it's fingerpicked to me. Please note that your pinky and ring finger are planted on the banjo itself, next to the strings.

The first two images are to show posture, the third image is what it would look like to draw:

When I'm just holding my banjo and not playing it, my pinky and ring finger just naturally rest this way because it's comfy.

Here is how you play clawhammer style.

This is just an approximation; I almost never play clawhammer. The big thing is that your fingers curl in in a "claw" and you pick with your thumb.

Here are the tuning pegs on a five-string banjo.

In the show, Fiddleford has a four-string banjo, not five-string. (We see two banjos; they are both four-string.) Honestly, that surprised me. I'm not sure what the folk scene looked like in the 80s, but most players you see today have five-strings, so I think they were just streamlining the design.

A four-string banjo has four tuning pegs at the top, like any other instrument. The fifth tuning peg is about a third of the way down the neck.

BONUS: Nobody gets into this much detail, but clever eyes will notice that the string widths look funny. If you have played a bass or guitar, you're used to the top string being lowest and thickest, the bottom string - which is the "first" string - being highest and thinnest. A four string banjo is tuned like this, but with a five-string banjo, the fifth string is the same diameter as the first.

Anyway, there are plenty of great banjo video and image tutorials on the internet if you want to get into the weeds, but I got the impression that a lot of you have literally never seen a banjo being played often enough to even realize how different it is from a guitar. Some people absolutely do strum banjos like guitars - in fact, I think that's more common with four-strings - but the McGucket music we hear is very obviously not being strummed.

There! Now you may freely choose to draw his hand however you want to, and it won't be from a place of ignorance. <3

(Oh, one last thing: that round thing that comprises the body of the banjo is literally just a drum. Drumming it is fun. You can and should draw Fiddleford tapping his banjo with the tips of his fingers like I do.)

#fiddleford #fiddleford mcgucket #fiddleford hadron mcgucket #fiddauthor #(Sorry I'm literally just trying to make sure fiddleford artists notice this.)#old man mcgucket #mcgucket #fiddleford friday #young fiddleford #gravity falls #ecruvian #my... ?#me #my writing #banjo #(Dear banjo community: I KNOW I'M NOT DOING IT RIGHT PLEASE OBSERVE MY CHEAP-ASS STARTER BANJO AND RECOGNIZE THAT I AM A NOVICE)#(Also my priority was making children's cartoon fanart slightly more accurate. Detail wasn't important.)#drawing turotial #drawing tips

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